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Summer With Mom
by Gentlemaster (gentlemaster@yahoo.com)
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A story of a summer with my mom. The years leading up
to that summer and the years after. (Fm, ped, inc, 1st,
rom, voy)
***
Dad had passed away when I was eleven years old. It
wasn't a surprise or anything like that. The doctors
had given him three months to live and he had made them
eat their words for an extra eight months before he
closed his eyes. He had called me to his room a few
days before and he had a talk with me.
He told me that part of being a man was having to do
difficult things in life and my life and Moms life were
about to become very difficult. He told me that I would
be the man of the house and that I was to take care of
things around the house. He told me that Mom would
depend on me and he wanted her to be as happy as she
could after he passed. It was a conversation that would
repeat itself in my head for many a year to come.
We owned a five bedroom rancher on three acres of land
that sat well off of the road and was bordered on one
side by a river. The road was in reality a dirt road
and we sat far back in the Maryland hills. So we had
our privacy in those months after Dads death. I kept my
promise to Dad, I did all of the outdoor work,
painting, cutting the grass, repairs as needed.
At school I was the starting quarter back on the
football team and the class president. I always tried
to do as Dad told me and we didn't have any problems.
Mom always found the time to make things fun for me to,
to keep me occupied. She would invent games inside when
it would pour down rain or snow and we were stuck
inside. During the summer when it became unbearably
hot, she would take me to the river and we would laugh
and splash each other. Sometimes we would wrestle in
the water, she would lift me and throw me back. As I
got older I was able to do the same with her.
It was in my fourteenth year when I began to take
notice of Mom. It started one day at the river, she was
in her bathing suit in the water and I caught myself
looking at her. She wasn't in anything special, a one
piece light blue suit that hugged her firm body. Not
that she didn't have other suits over the years but
this was the one I liked and remembered.
I remember the day I watched her dive into the water,
her legs slightly parted, I could see her mound pushing
against the material of the suit. When she came up for
air I could make out her hard nipples caused by the
cold water. The suit was just shear enough that I could
make out her dark aureoles underneath. It was then my
shaft would twitch whenever I would look at her.
After that she became the object of my fantasies in bed
as I masturbated. Her in her suit, the two of us in the
water. My fantasies would have me in the water with
her, us playing and at some point I would hold her from
behind, my hands caressing her breasts and then slowly
sliding her bathing suit straps down and off of her
shoulders.
My hands would cup her full and ample breasts and I
could fondle her nipples and kiss her neck. I would
feel her breathing so heavy and hear her gasps as I
slid the bathing suit down and from her legs as my
fingers found her clitoris. Usually I would orgasm by
this time and my juice would cover my hand as I cussed
at myself for not having more control.
I remember one summer day we were at the river, back in
the tall grass and we were drying off on the blankets.
Mom asked me to put some lotion on her back. With
trembling hands I took the tube and she turned and
pulled her bathing suit down to her waist. I was
instantly hard. It was poking a hole in my shorts and I
almost rubbed it against her by accident.
Slowly I slid the lotion, covering every inch of her
soft warm skin. Down her neck and across her back, I
even was bold enough to slide my fingers just a bit
under the elastic at her waist just above her ass. God
I was in heaven. I could see the roundness of her
breasts on the sides as she held them, covering the
nipples and aureoles.
I startled her when my fingers went across the fullness
of the sides of her breasts and she told me that would
be enough. Not in a mean way but I always thought that
she had become lost in the moment. It had been four
years now that a man had touched her in any capacity.
I had to excuse myself at that point, I still had an
incredible erection and I didn't want her noticing it
so I told her I was going to the house for something to
drink. I actually went to the house and returned with
some iced tea for Mom. As I came back through the grass
I ducked down a bit and quietly came up on the blanket.
Through the grass I could see Mom on the blanket, her
hips moving softly, thrusting up and down.
I wasn't sure what she was doing, this was the first
time I had seen a woman masturbating. Mom was on her
back, her breasts bared in the sun and her hand under
the material of the bathing suit. I watched as she
licked her lips, I watched as she moved her fingers
inside of her slit. The suit slowly working its way
down past her hips until finally I could see her hand.
I sat without a sound as she whispered "O god, O god"
She was moaning so softly, her breath fast and deep.
Finally I saw her shudder and relax. I thought she had
passed out and was going to move closer in fear that
she had hurt herself. I really didn't know what had
happened. I slowly backed up and got to house again.
This time I slammed the door and screamed out, "Mom! I
brought you some iced tea, OK?"
I could see her rolling over and pulling her suit back
up as she called out OK She was back in the suit fully
as I sat down next to her. Mom drank the tea down in
one gulp almost and lay back down. I could see the
beads of sweat on her face and her blush as she noticed
me looking at her.
"What are you looking at?" she asked.
I smiled and said, "You just look hot Mom, you're
sweating so, do you want some more tea? Maybe a dip in
the water?"
For some reason she looked at my crotch and saw my
erection. I also turned red and told her I was sorry
and that lately this happened a lot around girls. OK, I
lied but I didn't want her knowing my fantasy. She
smiled and in her womanly understanding, she took her
boy by the hand and led him into the cold water of the
river. As we walked to the small cliff over the rivers
edge Mom was looking at me and telling me how handsome
I was and so much like my father. I must of blushed
again because she got a kind of embarrassed look on her
face as well, almost a blush I thought.
I watched as she jumped in, coming up on her back in
about six feet of water. Her magnificent breasts
pushing against her suit, her nipples so very big. She
was looking me in the eyes smiling, then I saw her gaze
go to my crotch again. I wasn't sure but was she
looking at me or at Dad? Then I jumped in and came up
next to her. I was standing on the bottom and I reached
out and began to tease her in a fashion that was normal
for our play in the water. But Mom kept pushing away.
Finally I grabbed her as I would when I was about to
toss her back. As I did her legs wrapped around me and
she held me tight. As we bobbed up and down in the
water I could feel her crotch sliding against my cock.
Her slit was so close to my cock. My hands went from
her back to her ass as I pulled her tighter, then
slowly I let one hand go from her ass to her breasts
and I started to caress one.
Mom again was breathing heavier again as she was on the
blanket awhile ago. Her hands wrapped around my neck,
giving me full access to her. As I ran my fingers deep
into her flesh, feeling her breasts and nipples I
lowered my face to her neck and kissed her. My tongue
traveled up and down her neck and over her breasts as I
eased down the elastic on the suit. As I was doing
this, Mom took one hand and turned my face to hers and
she kissed me.
Her eyes I could see were clenched so tight. I pulled
my shorts down enough to free my cock under the water
and guided it to her spread pussy and softly rubbed the
head against her bathing suit. She put her head into my
chest and gasped as I poked her slit through the
material. With my fingers I began to ease the edge of
the suit to one side and began to work my head between
her lips.
As the head of my cock slipped past her lips she
whispered, "No... this is wrong... stop it Johnny..."
I was shocked and afraid. I had hurt her. I knew what
we were doing was wrong but I knew I loved her and
wanted her. Mom whispered in my ear, "I am so sorry
Johnny..." As she pulled away from me I saw her tears
and as she kissed my cheek I could taste the tears on
my lips. Quickly she gathered herself and swam back to
the shore and ran to the house.
Later that night I watched her as she walked around in
her night gown. Instead of the short cotton one,
tonight she had on a longer, heavier one. It went down
past her knees. The gown did not allow the light to
pass through it as the short one did.
No longer could I watch her sweet thighs as she sat on
the sofa so close to me, her gown hiked up and an
occasional glimpse of her white panties when she parted
her legs as she got up. Sometimes as she bent over her
sweet breasts would reveal themselves inside her gown.
They would hang there like ripe melons waiting to be
caressed and devoured.
My world came to a crashing halt as Mom withdrew.
Everything she did gave me the impression that I was no
longer loved. The intimacy was over. It took me months
to realize that I was no longer her little boy after
she had seen my hard cock straining in my pants that
afternoon. I was no longer the sweet innocent boy where
she could walk around in front of me in her skimpy sexy
comfortable clothes anymore. All that changed after my
cock had slipped into her wanting cunt.
I was now a man in her eyes and she had to be careful
when I was around. This new Mom stayed with me for
about a year, I think I was 16 and while I knew she
loved me, gone were the hugs and kisses that Moms give
their boys. The nights together on the sofa watching
movies and swims in the rivers were over.
At times I knew she would watch me, I would catch her
looking as I went across the property doing my chores.
During the summer months I would wear only my cut off
jeans and my work shoes. I was now a senior and being
on the football team and working out everyday had
helped define my body in a very good way. I knew when
she looked at me she was seeing Dad. So I began to use
that to my advantage. At every opportunity I began to
portray myself in the reflection of Dad.
There were times when I watched Mom as well. Which was
all the time. One night I heard her in the shower and
saw that the light was brighter then usual. I peeked
around the corner of my door and saw the bathroom door
open enough for me to look in. I saw Mom step out of
the shower with a towel wrapped around her and she then
started to dry herself.
As I watched her I saw her drying her pussy lips. Her
hand lingered the for awhile and then with just a
finger I watched her slide it through her slit and over
her clit. I was hard again and there was Mom licking
her lips and gasping softly in the quietness of the
night.
This went on for about a month, although not every
night did she toy with her clit, me quietly watching
and her leaving the door open. One night she must have
heard me and came into my room just as I managed to get
under the covers. She called out my name softly and
asked, "Are you awake Johnny?"
I just laid there with my tent pole under the covers to
nervous to say anything. Mom softly closed the door.
Another time I stayed late at the river, it was dark as
I stumbled and tripped up the trail from the river to
the house. As I came to the house I saw the bathroom
light come on. There was Mom getting ready for her
bath. So quietly I climbed up the tree across from the
window and looked in. There in the water was Mom, naked
and rubbing the soap all over her body. At times she
would stop at her breasts, pinching her nipples and
massaging her breasts. I was really getting an
education as to what Mom liked.
I stayed until she finished and had dried off. I saw
her walk down the hall to my room with the towel
wrapped around her. She looked into my room and entered
it. I thought she was checking on me. To my amazement,
as she left, the towel was off and her hand was down
there again. I saw her slip a robe on so I dropped down
from the tree and started back to the front door and
was opening it as she came to the door.
"Oh, there you are Johnny, I thought you were in bed."
"Nah Mom, I was down at the river swimming, to hot, I
couldn't sleep." She was so close, I could smell her
bath oils and see her body where the water had wetted
the robe and her skin was showing through.
"Make sure you shower before you get in bed Johnny,"
she told me.
"Okay Mom." Like her, I left the door open a bit and I
hoped she would be watching. But her room was not in a
direct line to look in like mine was. Still sometimes
as the water splashed on my head I though I would hear
something close in the hallway.
It was during the middle of that summer that I moved
into Moms bedroom. I had been busting my ass working on
the barn. High winds and lightning had damaged the
building and I had spent some thirty hours working on
repairs, almost straight through. It was so hot to,
each day the temperatures went into triple digits. Mom
had been helping as much as she could. She was out
there in her tank top and shorts on this hot day.
I almost fell off the ladder twice looking at her and I
could tell she has been working hard like me by all of
the dirt that was sticking to her body. But we finished
the work and was done with it. That night I took an
extra long shower knowing it was going to be a hot
night.
Mom had the only AC in the house and I had not slept in
her room since I went from lovable boy to a young man.
So I was totally shocked when she told me to sleep in
her room that night, I hesitated but she said after a
day like this it would do me good.
I watched her as she got ready for bed. She gathered up
her long gown from behind the door and went to the
bathroom to change. When she came back she finished
combing her hair as she sat on the bed. The gown was
not to loose and as best as I could tell she had
nothing on under it.
She smiled at me as she turned on the TV and turned out
the lights. She gave me a peck on the cheek as she said
good night and rolled over. I could hear her breathing
become steady and regular. I wondered if she had
noticed my raging hard on as she kissed me good night.
I couldn't stand it, I had to have her. She smelled so
good as she lay there in her slumber.
Slowly I lifted my hips and removed my pajamas. Then
even slower I rolled over and wrapped my arm around
her, my hand fell on her breasts and I gave them a
squeeze. My face was in her hair and it was so soft and
fragrant. My hard cock was poking her in the leg but I
didn't care. I moved my hand down over her waist and
onto her ass and I felt the edge of her panties
underneath.
Again, as slowly as possible I began to raise her gown.
Over her knees it came, up and onto her thighs and
finally one side was up over her hip. I could see her
panties in the soft glow of the TV. I took my cock and
slipped it under the edge of the panties, I had my cock
against her ass and I was so excited I almost orgasmed.
I managed to control that urge and slid my hand under
the panties and began to slide them down
To my shock she rolled over. I froze. Her breathing
went back to normal and to my glee I was now able to
lift her gown up around her breasts and also finish
taking her panties off. I eased the sheet down off of
her and there was the gold at the end of the rainbow. A
lovely golden triangle that to my surprise was nicely
trimmed. I lowered my head and breathed in. It was so
sweet and musky in the same breath.
I managed to slip a hand between her thighs and I began
to spread them. Enough to slip a finger into her slit,
gathering up her juice and then back out to taste it.
Watching her there as she slept was to much. The view
of her parted legs and her almost naked body was to
much. Softly I rolled over and kneeled between her open
legs.
I supported myself on one hand and with the other hand
I guided my cock to her open slit and began to
penetrate her. At first she moaned, as it pushed in
past her lips she moaned again and moved her left leg
further open. As I was almost half way in she whispered
out Dads name and when my cock was buried in her, her
arms wrapped around my neck.
I knew she was awake now, her hands were stroking the
hair on my head, she was kissing my neck and her legs
were wrapped tightly behind my back. In the light of
the TV I could see a tear running down her cheek. She
was shaking her head no, whispering, "No, please don't
do this Johnny."
For some unknown reason to me I for once did not care
about Mom's feelings and I began to slide in and out of
her moist pussy. Each time I thrust my cock in and
buried it to my balls I would her Mom let out a gasp.
As I fucked her tight cunt I whispered in her ear, "I
can't stand it anymore Mom, being this close to you,
wanting you and seeing you fuck your clit almost every
night. I know you want it Mom, I know you haven't
fucked a man since Dad died."
"My God Johnny, you saw me fingering my clit." Her
nails dug deep into my back as she screamed out in
pleasure. I could feel her hips thrusting back against
my penetrations. I cried out, "Oh Mom yes! Fuck me! Let
me fuck you!"
"Yes, I saw you fingering that wet cunt of yours, I
looked through my door at you as you dried off," I told
her.
"I knew that," she said. "I knew, I heard you that
night. I came in and saw your hard cock son... Ah,
under the sheet. Ahhh, ah, ah," Mom was almost grunting
now.
The harder I penetrated the wetter she became until I
was really pounding into her and listening to her
muffled screams into my chest. I lifted up on my hands
and watched her, her eyes were closed and I could only
assume she was thinking of Dad. I watched her mound as
my cock slid in and out, my cock glistening with her
juices.
"You are so fucking hot Mom!" I said. "Look at these
fucking big nipples, do you know how long I have wanted
to suck on these?"
My lips found her breasts and her cherry like nipples.
She was very close to the reaction she had had on the
blanket so long ago and I was amazed by it. I realized
that her orgasm was like mine, the tension and shaking,
Mom was doing it right now and as she screamed out into
the night the name she was calling out was no longer
Dads but mine.
"Oh Johnny. Yes, like that! Fuck me harder! Oh god
yes!"
I was so excited by Mom's choices of words. As I thrust
away at her I asked, "You like my cock, don't you Mom?
Look at you, like a bitch in heat, with your won son."
Her cunt was drenched. I could feel the juices
squirting out across my thighs
My balls were drenched and all Mom could say was, "Oh
god, fuck me Johnny! Fuck me and make me cum. I want to
feel you shot your cum in me. Do it now Johnny! Cum in
my fucking hot pussy, NOW!"
I couldn't stand it any longer, I came down on her,
kissing her and fucking her faster and faster until my
orgasm happened. I could feel the warm juices shooting
into her, I could feel her twitch each time I squirted
more into her.
Until finally we were done, or so I thought so. Mom
rolled me onto her back and her kisses turned to licks
as she traveled to my chest and nipples. Over my
stomach to my softening cock and finally taking me in
her mouth where she sucked every last drop until there
was no more. I would jump and roll every time her
tongue touched my foreskin, I never knew it was so
sensitive after an orgasm. My rough hand had never
taken the time to explore as Mom was doing right now.
She came back up and laid there in my arms afterwards.
I was waiting for the lecture but it never came. She
just laid there until she fell asleep on my chest. The
next morning I woke up early to find Mom still sleeping
with a smile on her face. That made me happy.
I got in the shower and was soaping up when I heard the
door open to the bathroom. Again, thinking that Mom had
had time to think and was mad, I awaited the
conversation that I thought was about to happen. What
did happen was that the shower curtain opened and Mom
stepped in next to me.
"I was wondering what happened to you Johnny," she said
with a big smile.
"Your not mad Mom?" I asked.
She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight.
"No, not at all Johnny. We both have been fighting this
for to long now."
"A lot of people would not like this Johnny but if
continue to do this we can't tell anyone. You're so
much like your Dad. I can't fight this anymore."
She reached for the soap and a wash cloth and began to
wash me down. I was quite taken aback by her boldness
and ran my fingers across her cheek and told her I
loved her. As she began to wash my legs she sank down
and kneeled in front of me. As the soap was rinsed from
my cock and balls she took me in her mouth as she did
the night before and began a slow in and out.
Every time, as my cock head was about to slip from her
lips her tongue would flicker over the head and tip of
my cock. I had to hold the walls to keep from buckling
as I wondered if this was something they did before Dad
died. Then she would push back in.
Finally I shot my juices into her mouth and watched as
she swallowed the juices and then came up and held me
close. She reached up to my face and pulled my lips
close and kissed me. A deep, long kiss. I could taste
my juices in her mouth, like she had saved some for me.
The thought and the sensation really started me going
again but she turned off the water and grabbed the
towel and began to dry me off.
That morning, after breakfast we drove into town and
went into one of the bedding stores there. Mom asked me
to go and pick out two pillows while she went to look
at some new sheet designs for the bedroom. I asked why
and Mom said that lilacs and Lilly's were designs for
single women, not what a man and woman would sleep in.
I gave her a confused look and she said that I would be
sleeping in her room from then on. I didn't argue at
all.
We were lovers that way for the rest of the remaining
time I was in the house. We never drew attention to
ourselves in public or made a public display like down
by the river. Well OK, one particular night we went
down and went skinny dipping and laid on the blanket
afterwards in the tall grass just like that eventful
day.
I told her that I had watched her as she orgasmed and
how hard she had made me that day. She even kept my
side of the bed warm as I was off in collage and made
the bed for us when I was home on vacation. I even
afforded her the luxury of waiting till the wedding
night when she met her new man and got married some
three years after I graduated collage.
He was a lot like Dad, he didn't force anything on her
and left happy at the end of the night with a kiss from
Mom. She always came upstairs to me after he would
leave.
**
This is a true story, some stuff left out and possibly
more that should have been included.
I am married now and my wife thinks Mom and I have the
best relationship a son and mother could have and as we
watch my kids playing in the river, Mom and me will
look at each other and smile and remember.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison system.
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