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My Mother, My Lover, My Mistress
by MuffDiver (h.landers1961@hotmail.com)

***

An account of how a young adolescent boy lost his 
virginity to his mother and how they began a loving and 
beautiful lifelong, intimate and incestuous sexual 
relationship, characterized by frequent instances of 
daily sexual intercourse and oral sex. (Fm, MMF, inc, 
1st, oral, mast)

***

Prologue:

Hi Kristen,

I thought that you and your readers might benefit from 
reading about how I lost my virginity to my mother. I 
think the whole concept of mothers fucking their sons 
has gotten a very undeserved bad reputation in general 
society and I thought my experience might help to put 
the subject into better perspective. 

I know that often sons are taken advantage of by their 
mothers for evil and perverted reasons such as 
introducing their young adolescent sons to passionate 
sex with a mature woman for the purpose of addicting 
them to erotic sex early in their sexual development 
and making him their private sex slave. 

Or to break in their son's to sell their services as 
male prostitutes to frustrated women who want to be 
fucked by virile, hard, young cocks and have their 
cunts enthusiastically sucked and licked by young boys' 
hard tongues. 

Or even to introduce them to orgasmic sex and kinky sex 
acts preparatory to training and conditioning them for 
sale to service pedophile men who like to ass fuck 
young boys and have their cocks cleaned and sucked by 
them afterwards. Truly, those kinds of mothers are 
indeed evil and perverted and deserve the disgust and 
approbation of all decent people. They deserve all the 
punishment that society can heap on them.

My mother was not one of those kinds of evil and 
perverted mothers. She was, and is today, the most 
loving and kind mother that any son could ever wish to 
have. 

She never consciously intended to turn me into a 
motherfucker. But sometimes life can take funny twists 
and turns and create those special circumstances that 
can come together at just the right moment in time to 
bring a mother and son together into a very loving, 
monogamous, sexual relationship. When it happens that 
way, it can be a very beautiful experience for both 
mother and son. 

That's what it was for me, and to this day still is. 
So, I thought I would like to share my experience as an 
example of how beautiful a vigorous and complete, 
incestuous, relationship between a mother and her son 
can be.

I am now a grown man 27 years old with a beautiful and 
loving 25-year-old wife. And I am also still involved 
in a very active sexual relationship with my mother. 
With her loving encouragement, help, and guidance, I 
have broadened my sexual experiences with over 30 other 
beautiful young women before I found the woman who 
stole my heart. 

You see, my relationship with my mother is based on our 
love for one another primarily as mother and son and 
not just as man and woman. She wants what is best for 
me in life and understands the importance of nurturing 
and developing the confidence and self-assurance in 
young men that result in strong, healthy, masculine 
egos.

At the same time not to be afraid of expressing soft 
tender love to their women. So she taught me how to be 
that kind of strong, self-confident man because she 
wanted me to find a woman to love and who would love me 
with the same kind of love that she and my Dad had for 
each other. From my perspective she has succeeded, 
probably far beyond even her own wildest expectations.

In putting my story down in words on paper, I have 
tried to convey the thoughts and feelings I had as if I 
were still that young, inexperienced teenager at the 
time my mother claimed my virginity and introduced me 
to the intoxicating pleasures of the vast and wondrous 
world of the many varieties of intimate, erotic sex 
with an experienced and mature woman as she so lovingly 
taught me how to make love to a woman. 

In turn it took me to the highest peaks of sexual 
pleasure that I have ever achieved with any woman. But 
today I am now a computer systems engineer and software 
developer and not very adept at expressing my self in 
writing, so please excuse my clumsy prose.

*

Title: My Mother: My Lover and My Mistress

My name is Dan Cutler and this story begins when I was 
14 years old, two months shy of my 15th birthday. My 
Mom's name is Angela and at that time she was 32. My 
Mom and I had been living alone together for almost 5 
years since I was 11. 

My Dad's name was Herb. He had a brain tumor 3 months 
before my 11th birthday and passed away and that's the 
reason Mom and I are all alone now. Mom and I were both 
devastated when Dad died. Dad was the center of Mom's 
life, and when he died, she just gave up on life and 
went into such a deep state of grief and depression 
that I was scared she was going to die too.

I also loved my Dad and I missed him terribly. He was a 
great father who always included me in everything he 
did like taking me with him fishing, and letting me 
help him work on old cars which was his hobby, and 
always going with me to my Little League baseball games 
and cheering me on. It was the happiest time of my 
young life.

Before Dad died Mom was always a happy cheerful Mom, 
full of energy, always bustling around doing something 
and planning stuff to make our lives interesting and 
fun. She was a beautiful woman who always took great 
care to look her best, especially for Dad. I remember 
whenever I would want her to do something with me in 
the afternoon after school, she would often put me off 
saying, "Not now honey, later. Daddy will be home soon 
and Mommy has to go and make herself look really pretty 
for him." 

I used to laugh and love the way they used to tease and 
flirt with each other and kiss and hug all the time. 
And they had a habit of all of a sudden going into 
their bedroom behind closed doors at all times of the 
day, and they would tell me to amuse myself playing or 
watching TV because Mommy and Daddy had to take care of 
"some business" for a little while. 

I knew that they were going in to their bedroom to do 
something called "make love" with each other, but at 
the time I had no idea what that really meant. It just 
made me feel good, and yes, safe, to see them both so 
happy and so much in love with each other. 

Dad had been the only man in Mom's life. He and Mom 
were high school sweethearts who got married just 
before graduation. (In later years Mom admitted to me 
that Dad knocked her up with me about five months 
before graduation but he insisted on marrying her so I 
would not be a bastard). 

They even went through college together with the total 
loving support of both of their parents who took turns 
caring for me for Mom through her first two difficult 
years of college, until I had gotten old enough for her 
to manage both my care and her college work too. 

There are many other examples about their life together 
that Mom related to me in later years that I could 
write about that would demonstrate how deep and 
complete was their love for each other. Perhaps I will 
someday write about those as well. 

But for now, it's enough to know that I knew Mom missed 
Dad an awful lot after he died, but I guess I just 
wasn't old enough to really understand the depth of the 
love she had for him and the crushing effect his death 
had on her. But I understand now that Dad was not only 
my mother's husband, my father, our family provider and 
the source of our security, but also my mother's lover 
and sex partner, and Dad's death had in a sense, 
brought her to her knees. 

As I said, I missed my Dad terribly, but, as the saying 
goes, time has a way of healing great hurts, especially 
in young children, and after about a year had passed I 
was beginning to settle in to a new life routine 
without my Dad. I still missed him a lot, but I guess I 
got caught up in life again with school and friends and 
just growing up. But Mom was still a basket case. She 
didn't seem to care about anything anymore. 

She stopped trying to look her best and seemed to lose 
interest in all the things she loved to do before Dad 
died. Dad had a life insurance policy that left us with 
enough money to live on for a while and so there was no 
reason for Mom to have to find a full time job right 
away and she just moped around the house all the time 
in her nightgown and bathrobe doing nothing but 
watching TV, and frequently bursting out in crying jags 
for, what seemed to my young mind at the time, no good 
reason. I was worried for my Mom and scared about what 
might happen to us, but I just didn't know what to do 
about it. 

This situation persisted for a long time until I was 
almost 12, and it was the saddest and most depressing 
period of my life. I tried everything I could to cheer 
Mom up but nothing worked. One afternoon a couple of 
days before my 12th birthday I was in my room worrying 
about what was going to happen to us and crying about 
the state my Mom was in. She must have heard me, 
because she opened the door and came in and said, 
"What's the matter Danny honey? Why are you sitting 
here crying all by yourself?" 

The flood gates of all my pent up fears and unhappiness 
just burst and I grabbed her around the waist hugging 
her tight and buried my head in her stomach and said,

"Oh Mom I love you so much, but I'm so unhappy and 
scared about what will happen to us. I still miss Dad, 
but most of all I miss the way you used to be so happy 
and funny and beautiful all of the time, always 
thinking of things for us to do to have fun. I hate to 
see you so unhappy, that you don't seem to care about 
anything anymore, not even me. I love you so much and I 
want to make you happy again but I don't know what to 
do Mom. I'm scared Mom. What can I do to make you happy 
again? Please tell me Mom. Please, please...." 

Mom started shushing me saying, "Oh sweetheart, don't 
worry honey. Please don't worry. Everything's going to 
be all right," as she sat down on the edge of my bed 
pulling me down beside her and hugged me tightly to her 
body with my head resting on her breasts and started 
gently stroking the hair on my head saying, "My poor 
baby... please don't cry now... don't you know that you 
are the light of my life? I love you more than life 
itself and everything is going to be happy and 
beautiful for us again. You just wait and see. It 
will."

And then she just continued to hold me tight with my 
head on her soft bosom stroking my hair, cooing soft 
nothings to me and gently rocking back and forth – just 
like she used to do when I was a small child, and 
something would scare me or, I would hurt myself in 
some way while playing. 

She held me in her arms like that, rocking back and 
forth, for what seemed to me like hours, but in 
reality, was probably only for about a half hour. All I 
remember is that I never wanted her to stop. It was the 
most peaceful and contented feeling I think I have ever 
had. I will never forget how warm and soft her breasts 
felt on my cheeks. 

She was still in her nightgown and not wearing a bra 
and I could feel her big nipples through the thin 
fabric of her gown pressing on my cheek and 
occasionally brushing across my lips sending a warm 
tingly feeling rushing all through my body as she held 
me tightly against her body and rocked back and forth. 

How desperately I wanted to reach out with my mouth and 
latch my lips onto those beautiful nipples and just 
gently suck on them. But I knew I couldn't because I 
knew I was too old for that. Even though I knew almost 
nothing about sexual matters between men and women at 
that time, I was certainly aware of the social taboos 
against boys my age engaging in that kind of behavior 
with any female much less their mothers, and if they 
dared to do so, would be viewed as some kind of 
perverts. 

And so I was just content to snuggle my face into Mom's 
bosom, ecstatic in the knowledge that she still loved 
me. I was overwhelmed with the love I had for her at 
that moment. I felt so safe in her arms with my head 
resting on her soft breasts and the love I had for her 
literally flooded my consciousness driving out all my 
fears and worries. I just knew that life was going to 
be good for both of us again.

Of course everything didn't change overnight like it 
does in fairy tales. For the next few weeks I could 
tell that Mom was making an effort in little ways to 
break out of her morose depression. She started getting 
up with me in the morning to make my breakfast before I 
left for school which she hadn't done in over a year. 

I used to just fix myself a bowl of cold cereal and get 
myself off to school. And she was putting on normal 
clothes again when she got up in the morning instead of 
staying in her nightgowns and bathrobe all day. And 
when I would get home from school she started asking me 
how my day was and would talk to me about my interests. 

So I could tell Mom was trying, but I could also tell 
how hard it was for her to be cheerful when she was 
still missing Dad so much. I continued to worry that we 
would never be completely happy again as we once were 
like she had promised that day in my room. 

But the real breakthrough happened about nine months 
later 2 or 3 months before my 13th birthday when I came 
home one Saturday morning about 11 o'clock after having 
spent Thursday and Friday night on a sleepover at the 
home of my best friend, Timmy Driscoll. I had not seen 
Mom since the previous Thursday morning when I left for 
school. She saw me coming up the sidewalk that Saturday 
morning and was waiting for me at the door.

I didn't know that while I was at Timmy's house Mom had 
gone out to the beauty parlor and had a full makeover. 
She had gotten her hair cut and styled and had a full 
facial make over. Afterwards she went shopping and 
bought herself a whole set of pretty new clothes that 
highlighted her beautiful figure and stunning breasts. 
So when I opened the door and saw her standing there, I 
couldn't believe my eyes. She was my dream come true. 

There was my gorgeous, beautiful Mom in front of me 
wearing a flattering new dress, giggling like a girl 
with a big happy smile on her face, and her arms spread 
wide saying, "Surprise sweetheart! How do you like your 
new Mom! 

I literally leapt into her waiting open arms and began 
laughing and babbling away, "Oh Mom you're so 
beautiful. I'm so happy to see you so happy and 
beautiful again. I love you, love you, love you so 
much." And I thought to myself, "Wow!, my mom is a real 
sexy babe– a knock-out, drop dead beauty!" 

And I said to her, "Wow Mom!, you are a real babe... a 
stone cold fox! The most beautiful woman in the city. I 
can't wait for Timmy and the guys to see you. You'll 
knock 'em dead!"

Mom threw her head back laughing and squeezed me 
tighter in her arms and said, "Oh Danny honey, you 
don't know how good it makes me feel all over to know 
that you think I'm beautiful. I so want you to be proud 
of me again, and I'm so happy to know that you think 
I'm a stone cold fox, even though I'm not sure exactly 
what that means." 

And then she pulled back slightly away from me and 
looked at me with a coy little smile and said, "But 
where did you learn that phrase sweetheart? I hope it 
means something nice."

I got a little embarrassed and lowered my head, "Awww 
Mom, that's just what Timmy and I call the real sexy 
girls in our school. You know, the girls we would 
really like to make out with. But they're all juniors 
and seniors and don't pay any attention to freshmen. 
I'm sorry Mom. I didn't mean any thing bad by it. We 
heard it in a movie and it seemed like a real cool 
thing to say. It just came out...." And before I could 
finish my sentence, Mom laughed and said,

"Oh no, Danny!. You didn't say any thing wrong honey. 
It's perfect. I love it that you think I'm both 
beautiful and sexy. I'm on cloud nine knowing that my 
man thinks I'm a stone cold fox. I haven't been so 
happy in a very long time sweetheart. It makes me feel 
so tingly all over." Then she hugged me even tighter 
than before.

We just stood there in the hallway for the next few 
minutes hugging each other and telling each other how 
happy we were and how much we loved each other. Mom's 
arms were holding me tight with my head resting on her 
breasts again and I was feeling that same warm and 
tingly sensation wash over my body again just like it 
did that time she held me close sitting on my bed. 

I was thinking about what Mom just said about feeling 
tingly all over and started to wonder if she was having 
the same kind of feeling that I had. I could feel my 
cock beginning to stir as it started to get hard and I 
began to panic because I knew that Mom would be certain 
to feel my hard cock pressing against her body and 
would know that I had a hard-on. 

That would have been the ultimate embarrassment. But 
before it got very far, Mom took in a sharp breath and 
to my great relief, pulled her body slightly back from 
the firm pressure it had been making on my body and 
looked down at me and said,

"Oh my goodness, I don't believe I almost forgot. Danny 
honey, don't you want to hear my good news?" 

I said, "You bet Mom. But what could be better than 
this." And again to my relief my cock settled down and 
began reverting back to its normal flaccid state.

"Well", Mom said, "for the past several months I have 
been looking for a job. We can't live on Dad's 
insurance money forever you know. And on Wednesday I 
landed a great position with DataTech as a software 
programmer and I start on Monday." (Mom had majored in 
computer science in college and had worked part time 
from home as a computer programmer before Dad died.) 

And I said, "Wow! That's the best news ever Mom. Oh 
boy! Oh boy! Oh Boy! That's really great!" and I 
started hugging her all over again. 

Mom laughed with me and said, "Yes it is my darling and 
I'm excited too. Everything is going to be different 
for us from now on Danny, just like I promised you. We 
are going to be happy again and have fun together, just 
you and me, just like we used to. Now let's go in and 
sit down for a moment. I have something I want to say 
to you."

Mom then took me by the hand and led me into the family 
room and sat down on the couch and sat me down next to 
her, and then took my hands in hers and looked at me 
and said, "There is something I want to say to you now 
Danny, and I want you to just listen until I finish." 

Suddenly, I had this cold feeling sweep through me. Mom 
looked so serious sitting there and I was terrified 
that whatever she wanted to tell me would be something 
very bad that would ruin our wonderful newly found 
happiness. I was so afraid I couldn't speak. 

So I just nodded my head up and down yes, waiting for 
her to begin, and she started, "I know I haven't been a 
very good mother these past three years since Dad died, 
and I am so sorry and ashamed. I was so wrapped up in 
my grief over losing your father that I forgot that you 
loved him too and missed him as much as I did. I should 
have been there for you when you needed me more than 
ever and I wasn't, and that was inexcusable. 

"Your father would never have forgiven my behavior, and 
I will never forgive myself for letting him down, but 
more importantly, letting you down in your time of 
greatest need. I hope somehow, someday, that you can 
find it in your heart to forgive me." 

I started to open my mouth to protest that there was 
nothing to forgive and Mom quickly put her fingers on 
my lips and said, "No, don't say anything yet. I'm not 
finished. Just listen. Your father was my life, the 
center of my universe, my strength, my support, my 
love, and my lover– the man who was the anchor of my 
life. When he died, I felt like I had died with him and 
I just fell apart not caring whether I lived or not. 

"It was you Danny, my love, who brought me back from 
the depths of total despair when I found you in your 
room last year crying over me. You unburdened your 
heart with all your love and concern for me and your 
fears for our future together. 

"It was like a splash of cold water in the face. As I 
sat there holding you in my arms it came to me that you 
were not crying for yourself, but for me. You made me 
realize that I had been selfishly wallowing in my own 
grief and not paying any attention to you and your 
needs, while you were doing just the opposite, being 
the rock in our family, not thinking of yourself, but 
instead loving me, and thinking only of me, and how to 
make me happy. I was so ashamed of myself, and I vowed 
then that all of that would change. Dad is gone, and 
nothing will ever change that. 

"We will always miss him and hold him in a special 
place in our hearts for as long as we live. But we have 
to get on with life, not look back, and be strong for 
each other. You taught me that sweetheart. From now on 
Danny it will be just you and me. You are the man in my 
life now– my rock, my strength, my love, and my reason 
for living. I will never, ever leave you alone again. I 
will always be here for you and all your needs forever. 
We are going to have a great life together my love." 

And then she hugged me tight again and kissed me on my 
forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips, but not as a man 
kisses a woman, but as a mother kisses her son. I felt 
like I had just been given a gift from heaven. My Mom 
was back... and I was her rock! The man in her life! It 
was exhilarating and I was overcome with emotion and 
love for my mother. And I said, 

"Oh Mom, I love you more than ever. It will be just you 
and me. Just you and me Mom. I'll always be here for 
you too– forever. I wish I could marry you!" 

Mom laughed and said, "That's sweet honey. But you 
don't really mean that. You are going to grow into a 
fine man soon and meet a beautiful woman who will steal 
your heart. You will sweep her off her feet and make 
her your wife and she will have your babies and keep 
your home. And when that day comes, as it surely will, 
that will make me the happiest mother in the world, and 
I just hope that you will still have room in your heart 
for your mother. But until that day comes my love, it 
will be just you and me my darling." And that's exactly 
the way it has turned out.

For the next couple of years, Mom and I had a wonderful 
normal life together. She was vibrant, happy, totally 
involved in my life going to my school activities, 
spending time with me on weekends, going to movies with 
me, eating out together, and helping with advice and 
suggestions on how to deal with girls as I started to 
notice their delectable feminine assets and struggled 
with the normal adolescent quandary of how to relate to 
them. 

She was very successful in her work earning three 
promotions in two years. In short my Mom was happy 
again, fun to be with, and she treated me like I was 
one of her friends her own age, never talking down to 
me and always asking for my opinions and advice on 
things. We were buddies and there was never any hint of 
any thing sexual between us during this time, either by 
her or me. But that was about to change soon; for sure 
on my part, as well on her part too, (but I didn't find 
about that until a number of years later).

I loved my new life with my mother, but life does go on 
and it was not too long after that happy day that I 
began my entry into puberty (only at the time I had 
never even heard of the word puberty and had no clue 
what it meant.) My voice started to crack and change, 
and I noticed a few wiry black hairs beginning to grow 
down in my crotch, and most significantly.

I started to have wet dreams from time to time and 
would often wake up in the morning with a raging hard 
on. And I started to take an interest in the cute girls 
in my class at school, noticing their pretty legs, 
their spreading and shapely hips and tight round 
bottoms, and those pert budding breasts with their 
taught nipples– especially the girls who were blooming 
faster than others and had nice big soft tits that 
reminded me so much of my Mom's tits.

It was about that time that I discovered the pleasures 
of masturbation and used to beat off fairly regularly– 
behind closed doors in private of course. Like any 
other normal adolescent, my hormones were raging, and 
my interest in everything about sex took off like a 
rocket. I had my own little stash of Playboy and 
Hustler magazines hidden in my room to look at while I 
beat my meat. 

Timmy had snitched them for me from a big pile he said 
his dad had in their basement. He said his dad had so 
many that he would never miss them. Sometimes I would 
just look at those beautiful naked tits and pussies and 
imagine that I was fucking them while I jacked off. 

Sometimes I would just lay on my bed slowly beating my 
meat while fantasizing that I was sucking on Becky 
Hazlett's tits while she sucked on my cock and 
swallowed my cum telling me how much she loved its 
taste and the feel of it sliding down her throat while 
she begged for more. (Becky was one of the girl's in my 
class with really big tits).

Now lest you think that the bit about cock sucking and 
cum swallowing in my fantasies indicated that I had a 
sophisticated knowledge of all the kinds of sexual acts 
and pleasures that men and women liked, you would be 
wrong. At that very early time in my sexual awakening, 
the extent of my knowledge came from two sources; the 
bragging my buddies and I used to engage in as we lied 
to each other trying to impress each other with how 
manly or worldly we were.

None of us really knew what we were talking about; and 
the porno letters from readers sections in Playboy and 
Hustler where the main topics always seemed to be all 
about fucking, eating pussy, sucking cocks, and 
swallowing cum. Fucking I understood real well, and 
cock sucking seemed like it was pretty close to 
fucking, just using the girl's mouth instead of her 
cunt. But eating a pussy or swallowing cum was beyond 
me at that time. 

The whole idea of sticking my face, mouth and tongue 
down there where a girl went to the bathroom seemed 
pretty bad. And I for sure couldn't understand why any 
woman would want to swallow something that came out of 
my piss hole. 

I thought that if they were in Playboy and Hustler all 
the time that there must be some forbidden, secret, 
exotic pleasure to be derived from them that I just 
didn't know about yet, and wouldn't find out about 
until I experienced them myself. So the women in my 
fantasies loved to suck my cock, eat my cum, and then 
beg me to cum some more in their mouths just like they 
did in Playboy and Hustler letters from readers. 

I don't know when or exactly why it actually began, but 
I started to replace the women in my fantasies that I 
was dreaming about fucking and sucking with my mother. 
In my fantasies I would fuck my mom until she would 
scream with pleasure as she came, and then afterwards 
she would suck my cock until I exploded again and 
swallow my cum, and then she would beg me to cum some 
more in her mouth. 

Soon my mother became the object of all my fantasies 
replacing the Playboy bunnies and the girls in my class 
with big tits. I had many fantasies about Mom; mainly 
about her desire and hunger for having me fuck her and 
for her sucking my cock and eating my cum. 

Sometimes in my fantasies she would be meeting me at 
the door naked when I came home from school and would 
immediately drop to her knees and pull out my cock and 
start sucking on it telling me how hungry she was for 
my cum. Other times I would be sleeping at night and 
she would crawl into my bed and suck on my sleeping 
limp cock until it got hard and then beg me to shove it 
in to her cunt because she couldn't sleep without my 
cock in her. 

But as much as I loved those fantasies about mom and 
the intense orgasms that I derived from them while 
beating off my cock and shooting out my cum, each time, 
as I was coming down off my orgasm, I always had a kind 
of nagging, underlying feeling of shame in using my 
mother as the object of my sexual pleasure. 

In my innermost thoughts, I knew that people would find 
my fantasies revolting if they knew about them and I 
was afraid that there was something fundamentally wrong 
with me; that I wasn't normal, because sons were not 
supposed to have such feelings for their mother, and 
that maybe I was becoming a pervert.

However the sexual urge fueled by the ecstatic pleasure 
I got from beating off to those fantasies was so strong 
and compelling that I suppressed all those nagging 
feelings and rationalized in my mind that because Mom 
loved me so much, and I loved her and, in her words I 
was "her man", and it was "just you and me my darling," 
that we were a special case, and it had to be natural 
and beautiful for Mom and I to have wild, passionate 
sex with each other. Then finally, about two months 
before I turned 15, it happened!

It was on a Friday afternoon in April and, I was in 
school sitting in homeroom right after lunch listening 
to the teacher, when an announcement was made over the 
school intercom. 

After school baseball practice was cancelled for the 
day because the groundskeepers were re-sodding the 
grass on the field to take advantage of the favorable 
weather and practice would resume as scheduled on 
Monday. I welcomed the announcement because I never 
looked forward to Friday afternoon baseball practices 
since it meant not getting home until 7:00 pm or later 
– putting a crimp in getting started on early Friday 
night fun with my buddies. 

School was out around three and my buddies and I met up 
out in front of the school to decide what we were going 
to do that night. 

It didn't take long to agree on taking some of the 
girls to the movies at one of the malls to see if we 
could have any success at getting a few good feels. 
That sounded good to me and I saw Becky Hazlett (one of 
the girls with big tits) standing in a group of girls 
next to us about 50 feet away.

I stepped over and said, "Hey Becky, wanna go to the 
flicks with me tonight down at the mall." And she 
smiled and said, "Sure Danny. I'd love to." 

I said, "Great. I'll meet you there about 7 and maybe 
afterwards we can get some pizza at Tony's, ok?" 

Then she flashed me a coy little smile from under 
hooded eyes and said, "Super, I'll be there lover, 
ready and waiting."

I walked back over to my buddies with a big grin 
feeling really good because I was sure I was going to 
get some pretty good titty that night, and with luck 
even more. I told my buddies I was set for the night 
with a date with Becky and would meet them at the mall 
around 7. 

Timmy Driscoll, my best friend, said, "You lucky 
bastard. Becky loves to have her tits massaged and 
nipples squeezed. Just don't squeeze them too hard so 
it hurts, or she will cut you off cold buddy. I learned 
that the hard way." 

I said, "Thanks Tim. I'll remember that." And then I 
left for home really looking forward to a great Friday 
night.

I got home around 4:30 pm. Mom wasn't home from work 
yet. She usually got in between 5:15 and 5:30 so I 
decided to go up to my room and mess around until she 
got home. I laid down on my bed and started thumbing 
through one of my Playboy mags, thinking about jacking 
off. But I decided against it because I thought it 
might take the edge off for my date that night with 
Becky. My goal was to score at least a home run with 
Becky that night, but I dreamed about getting a grand 
slam home run.

Me and the guys on the baseball team had a system for 
rating our success with the girls. A bunt was just 
getting some good titty feels over a girl's blouse or 
sweater. A base hit single was getting inside her bra 
for some skin to skin titty feels with our hands along 
with some good nipple tweaking. A double was actually 
getting to lick and suck on her nipples until they 
stood up hard.

A triple was getting a hand on her pussy and feeling it 
up until she got good and wet. But she had to get 
really wet. Dry pussy feels were scored as long foul 
balls. The home run was actually getting one or more 
fingers into her cunt and finger fucking her for a 
while. And a grand slam homer was finger fucking her 
until she came. The all time best was winning the World 
Series, and that meant getting to actually cock fuck a 
girl in her cunt. 

None of us had ever won a World Series. That's 
something we could only dream about. When we would get 
together and compare stories about how we scored with 
our dates, guys would say things like, "Susie was 
really hot last night. I got a couple of real solid 
singles and then she let me score a triple for the 
first time." Since I had already scored a couple of 
triples with two of the other girls in our group, I was 
hoping to get at least a home run with Becky, and with 
luck it would be a grand slam home run. 

But as I lay there on my bed looking at Playboy air 
brushed pussies, idly massaging my cock through my 
pants, and thinking about a good strategy that I could 
use to get past Becky's tits and dry pussy tonight and 
score some good finger fucking, I dozed off and fell 
asleep. 

I woke up with a start, in a panic thinking I had 
overslept and would be late for my date with Becky, and 
probably wouldn't even get a bunt that night. But when 
I looked at my clock and saw that it was still only 5 
minutes to 6, I knew I could still make it in time but 
I would have to hurry. I jumped up off the bed to find 
Mom to tell her not to worry about dinner for me since 
I had a date and had no time to spare. 

As I opened the door to leave my room, I heard the 
shower running in the bathroom at the end of the hall 
and figured it must be Mom. I started down the hallway 
to shout at her through the shower door that I had a 
date and wouldn't need any dinner. 

The door to the bathroom was about half open and as I 
got about half way down the hallway between my room and 
the bathroom, I heard the shower stop running and the 
door to the shower clicked open and Mom stepped out 
with her eyes closed reaching out with her arm groping 
around for a towel on the towel rack on the opposite 
wall. 

I couldn't believe my eyes. I was staring at my mother 
completely naked standing only 15 feet in front of me. 
I was transfixed as my eyes drank in her beautiful 
body. Her tits were magnificent– full bodied creamy 
pear shaped globes of soft but firm flesh with big 
light brown pebbly looking disks at the tips with big 
fleshy nipples in the center. 

Those were the soft tits and big nipples my head had 
laid on so many times over the years and that I had so 
often dreamed of softly sucking. I was instantly 
consumed with desire for my mother. I felt like I was 
beginning to live one of my fantasies. All thoughts of 
Becky and my plan for hitting a home run with her 
evaporated from my mind as my cock instantly got hard 
as a rock. 

As my eyes started to move down my mom's fantastic body 
I instinctively opened my fly, pulled out my stiff 
throbbing cock, and began to slowly jack it off. My 
eyes continued down her body across her flat stomach to 
her gently spreading but perfectly shaped hips and 
focused in on her love box. 

It was topped with a small but thick bush of soft light 
brown hair protecting her clit at the top of the narrow 
slit valley of her pussy that in turn was guarded by a 
pair of perfectly symmetrical puffy pussy lips pointing 
the way to her love chamber. I remember thinking that 
it was more beautiful and perfect than any of the 
pussies in Playboy. 

It felt like time had stool still. I was mesmerized 
staring at my Mom's body. My mind was on fire racing 
with thoughts of how much I wanted to suck her luscious 
tits and nipples and ram my stiff cock deep into her 
cunt, but it couldn't have taken more than 3 or 4 
seconds for Mom to find the towel rack. And when she 
did, the sudden movement as she jerked a towel off the 
rack and threw it over her head and face to dry her 
face and hair broke my lust filled trance.

I quickly pressed myself against the wall of the hall 
opposite the side the bathroom door was on, terrified 
that in spite of her closed eyes, Mom had somehow seen 
me standing there beating my meat and staring at her 
magnificent body. When nothing happened for a few 
seconds I sidled down against the hall wall down to the 
short wall at the beginning of the bathroom. 

As long as I stayed close up against the hall wall 
opposite the wall that supported the hinges of the 
bathroom door, the short wall on the side of the 
doorjamb blocked Mom's line of site to where I was in 
the hallway. When I got to the short wall I chanced a 
peek around the doorjamb to see what Mom was doing. 

She had finished drying her hair and body and was 
standing in front of the bathroom vanity counter in 
front of the long wall length vanity mirror leisurely 
combing out her hair. My heart raced. She was still 
unaware that I was just outside the door drinking in 
her fantastic body and beating my meat. I was still 
jacking off slowly because I knew if I let myself cum, 
Mom would hear and catch me immediately. 

I was trying not to make any noise that would give me 
away, but at the same time I knew that I better sneak 
back to my room soon or I was sure to be caught by Mom. 
But before I could make myself sneak out of there, she 
put down her hair brush and I froze thinking she was 
going to turn and leave the bathroom and catch me in 
the act of beating my meat while spying on her. And 
then she did the most amazing thing! 

She stood directly in front of the large bathroom 
mirror over the vanity, spread her legs slightly, and 
began admiring and touching her body. She took her 
hands and cupped both of her tits in them and began 
massaging those big soft mounds of creamy flesh and 
tweaked their nipples between her thumbs and 
forefingers. She did that for about a minute with her 
head tilted back and her eyes partially closed. 

I could see her tits starting to bounce up and down as 
her breathing quickened with short shallow breaths when 
she started to move her hands down her body caressing 
the skin of her flat stomach and round hips until she 
reached the top of her delectable pussy. 

She slowly and softly caressed those tender lips with 
the fingers of both hands while gently pulling them 
apart to expose the soft, moist inner lips of her slit 
valley that was now wet with her pussy juice and slid 
two fingers of her left hand into the valley and 
started to rub her slit up and down between the opening 
of her cunt hole and her clit. 

Her pussy juice was flowing freely now all over her 
left hand. She moved her right hand up to her left tit 
and began rolling its nipple between her thumb and 
finger, and started moaning softly, and then slid the 
two fingers of her left hand into her cunt tunnel and 
began finger fucking herself!

The sight of my own beautiful mother standing in front 
of the mirror moaning as she finger fucked her cunt was 
more than I could stand. Never in my wildest fantasies 
had I ever imagined anything so erotic. I was hot all 
over. I could feel the cum beginning to rise up out of 
my balls building to a massive orgasm and I knew I had 
to do something fast or be caught. Mom would look at me 
with revulsion thinking of me as a sick pervert who 
beat his meat with lust for his mother and I would die 
with humiliation and shame. 

I pulled my head back away from the doorjamb and 
stopped looking at her; and simultaneously stopped 
jacking off and squeezed the base of my cock hard 
between my thumb and first two fingers shutting off the 
flow of cum from my balls to my cock. 

As the heat of my building orgasm subsided and reason 
began returning to my brain, I decided to make my move 
and get out of there and sneak back to my room. But 
before I did, I had to take one more look. I carefully 
peeked around the doorjamb and what I saw made me 
completely lose it. Mom was taking turns swapping out 
the fingers in her cunt between her left and right 
hands that were both now totally wet and slick all over 
with her cunt juice. 

She was putting the fingers of the free hand in her 
mouth to lick and suck up all the cunt juice and then 
rubbing her hand all over her tits, nipples, and 
stomach smearing cunt juice all over her body before 
replacing the fingers of the hand in her cunt so she 
should could eat the pussy juice off of it as well. 

All reason and fear of being caught left me. My mother 
was eating her own cunt juice!!! I went completely over 
the edge with insane lust and grabbed my cock to begin 
frantically beating off again. I think I was on the 
verge of jumping out to grab her and throw her onto the 
bathroom floor and rape her with my cock shoved deep 
into her cunt, when on the second wild stroke of my 
hand on my cock, my elbow hit the wall with a heavy 
thump. 

I saw Mom's body suddenly tense and she froze. The 
fingers in her cunt stopped moving and she stopped 
sucking on the fingers in her mouth and cocked her head 
slightly as if she was intently listening for 
something.

I jumped back into the corner of the hall and bathroom 
wall completely drained of all lust. My cock had 
instantaneously and completely wilted in my hand as the 
blood drained from my body into my stomach and a cold 
wave of fear swept over my body and settled into the 
pit of my stomach as I waited paralyzed with fear 
expecting my Mom to rush through the bathroom door and 
catch me with my dick in my hand.

But when nothing happened for at least 5 seconds, I 
began to come to my senses and hope that maybe she 
wasn't going to stop what she was doing. Maybe, I 
thought, she was going to finish finger fucking herself 
and I could get away after all. Then I heard the shower 
door slam shut and I realized that she had moved to the 
back of the bathroom away from the door for some reason 
and wasn't going to immediately come through the door. 

I saw my chance and took it as I quickly sidled down 
against the wall to sneak back into my room and made it 
through the door. I quietly closed the door and heard 
her walking down the hall as I frantically stuffed my 
dick back into my pants and ran to sit on my bed. 

I was just reaching down to button up my fly when I saw 
the doorknob to my bedroom door starting to turn and I 
knew I didn't have time to close my fly, so I grabbed 
the closest thing to me laying on my bed, the Playboy 
magazine, and quickly laid it in my lap, cover face 
down, to hide my open fly just as the door opened and 
Mom came into my room. 

She had wrapped herself in a large bath towel that 
covered her body from her tits down to about two inches 
below her cunt and as she walked into my room she said,

"Danny honey, I thought you were at baseball practice. 
I didn't know you were home. I heard a noise and 
thought I saw some one in the in the hallway when I got 
out of the shower and got scared that some one had 
broken into the house. Were you just in the hall 
Danny?" 

I was breathing hard, still pumped up from what I had 
just seen, and I looked down and away from Mom not 
wanting her to see my eyes and stammered,

"Uh, Uh... no Mom. Not me, not me. I just was uh... I 
mean I was... uh... just reading when I... uh... when I 
fell asleep and just woke up." I was going to come and 
tell you I had a date with Becky Hazlett and didn't 
need any dinner when you came in and... and... and..." 

As I was trying to think of something else convincing 
to say, I could see cunt juice that was still leaking 
out of mom's cunt slowly running down the insides of 
her thighs and the vision of her finger fucking herself 
and sucking and eating her cunt juice off her fingers 
came into my head and I started getting another hard 
on. 

As my cock rapidly grew it pushed its way out through 
my still open fly that I had not had time to button up 
until about 2 or 3 inches of it was poking out of my 
fly under the Playboy magazine on my lap. I leaned over 
with my forearm resting on the Playboy pushing it down 
so my stiffening cock wouldn't make it move.

I was trapped! Sweat started to break out on my 
forehead. There was nothing I could do and could only 
hope that Mom would believe my story and leave my room. 
Then Mom said, "Danny look at me. Look at me now," in 
that sharp tone of voice she always used when she knew 
I was hiding something from her. Then she said,

"What's going on here Danny? You're sweating and your 
face is flushed. What is that magazine you're reading?" 
and before I could answer she grabbed the Playboy out 
of my lap and saw the cover and then saw my hard cock 
poking out of my fly. 

Then she said, "Well, well, well. Danny have you been 
masturbating? Were you just out in the hallway going to 
the bathroom to masturbate? Tell me the truth now!" 

I couldn't believe it! My own Mom was asking me if I 
was beating my meat! She must think I'm some kind of 
pervert! I was mortified and I screwed up my face and 
put my hands over my eyes and replied,

"Awww, Mom. How can you talk about that kind of stuff? 
I'm not a pervert Mom. Please don't think that about 
me. Please don't..." and she interrupted,

"Stop it Danny. Stop it now. Don't worry baby. I know 
you're not a pervert honey. Every young normal healthy 
man masturbates. There is nothing wrong with it. In 
fact every one masturbates at some time or another and 
I would be worried if you didn't, because then you 
wouldn't be normal. I still masturbate from time to 
time." 

That got my attention and I looked at her with a 
confused look and said, "Aww, come on Mom. Everyone 
knows girls can't masturbate. They don't have cocks!"

"Oh yes they do masturbate smart guy. That's how much 
you know," she said. "They don't masturbate the same 
way that men do, but trust me, they do masturbate and 
they probably enjoy it a lot more than men do. I see 
you still have a lot to learn, but don't worry honey, 
I'm going to teach you and help you. 

"Now calm down and tell me the truth. Were you out in 
the hall masturbating on the way to the bathroom, maybe 
a little excited about your date with Becky tonight? 
Has she been letting you fuck her? Is that it baby?" 
Were you hoping to fuck Becky tonight and got so 
excited that you had to masturbate?"

Tears welled up in my eyes as I knew I couldn't hide 
the truth anymore, and I started to cry as I totally 
surrendered and said, "Oh god no Mom. I haven't fucked 
Becky yet even though I would love to fuck her alright. 
I'm sorry Mom. I'm really sorry. When I heard you in 
the shower I was only going to tell you that I had a 
date with Becky and didn't have time for dinner.

"I didn't mean for it to happen, but I couldn't help 
myself. When you suddenly opened the shower and stepped 
out completely naked with your eyes closed I guess I 
just went crazy. Your body is fantastic. When I saw 
those beautiful tits of yours that I have been dreaming 
about for so long I just couldn't stop staring, and 
before I knew what had happened, I had my cock in my 
hand and was jacking it off. And when I realized that 
you hadn't seen me yet, I pressed up against the wall 
and peeked out around the doorjamb. 

"I knew it was wrong Mom, but I just couldn't stop 
myself. Please don't hate me Mom... Please don't hate 
me. I'll never..." I was crying and babbling on when 
Mom sat down next to me on the bed, put her arms around 
me and hugged me tight.

"Hush now my sweet. It's ok. It's ok love. Stop crying 
now and don't worry darling. I'm not angry and I don't 
hate you. I could never hate you. I love you more than 
life itself. Remember sweetheart, you're my man and 
it's you and me, right?" 

I looked up and nodded my head yes and Mom continued, 
"In fact Danny, it really excites me and makes me 
tingle all over to know that your old Mom still has the 
kind of body and equipment to drive a man crazy. You 
couldn't pay me a better compliment sweetheart than to 
tell me that it was my body that drove you to jack 
yourself off and not Becky Hazlett's big tits." 

When she mentioned Becky's tits my eyes got big and she 
said, "Don't look so surprised honey. I know you and 
Timmy dream about sucking Becky's tits. I've seen Becky 
in her cute cheerleader's outfit and I agree that she 
has a beautiful pair of tits and I would be very 
surprised and more than a little worried if you hadn't 
dreamed about sucking them."

I wiped my eyes and said, "Come on Mom you're not old. 
You're the most beautiful woman in town. I've seen the 
way men look at you when we are out and about together. 
I love how they admire and stare at your body knowing 
how much they want you but can't have you because you 
belong to me. Even my buddies think you're the hottest 
babe they have ever seen, although they don't dare say 
it to me because they know I would punch their lights 
out." 

And Mom laughed and said, "Well you sure know how to 
sweet talk a woman now. It's been a very long time 
since a man called me a "babe" and I love it, but you 
need to learn not to spread it on too thick sweetie. 
Don't you think you're going a little too far about 
your buddies? Surely, they're a lot more interested in 
all those cute, fresh girls at school with their 
beautiful young figures and big tits like that Becky 
Hazlett you're so hot for."

"No Mom," I said. "I'm not kidding. I even had to knock 
Jeff Parsons down a couple of weeks ago and warn him to 
keep his mouth shut about you or I was going to really 
mess him up. Timmy told me that he was telling some of 
the other guys that he would give anything to get in 
your pants. And as for Becky, she's not anything 
special. It's just that her tits are a little bigger 
than the rest of the girls in our class, but they're 
still just cupcakes compared to your bazongas."

Mom laughed again and said, "Bazongas? Well that's a 
new one on me and I think a nice compliment too, so 
that's the way I will take it dear. But now we have a 
little unfinished business to take care of here. Tell 
me Danny. How much did you see when I was in the 
bathroom?"

"Your whole body Mom," I said. "I couldn't help it and 
it was beautiful." "No," Mom replied, continuing, "I'm 
ecstatic dear that you think my body is beautiful and 
exciting, but what I meant was how long were you 
watching me and what did you see me do?"

"I saw everything Mom," I said. "From the time you 
stepped out of the shower and threw the towel over your 
head to dry your hair until you started feeling 
yourself up in front of the mirror and then started 
finger fucking yourself and finally began licking and 
sucking your cunt juice off your fingers. 

"By then I was so crazy out of my mind with lust for 
your body that I wanted to jump out from behind the 
wall and throw you down and fuck you right there on the 
bathroom floor, but I was out of my head Mom. I would 
never have really done that Mom." 

By then my cock had subsided again and was almost back 
to it's normal flaccid state. Only the last half-inch 
of the tip was still sticking out of my fly. But 
talking about what I had seen Mom do in the bathroom 
and telling her how I wanted to fuck her started to get 
me excited again and my cock started to get hard again.

Mom nodded and muttered kind of to herself, "I wish you 
had..." 

I said, "What did you say Mom? What did you mean...?" 

But she shook her head like she had just made some 
decision, got up and turned to face me and said, "Never 
mind dear. We have a problem to solve right now." And 
then she said, Sweetie, I don't mind the fact that you 
were masturbating because my body excited you. It 
pleases me greatly honey that my body excites you so 
much that it makes you want to masturbate. But we 
really have two problems dear. 

"The first is that you were spying on me and that 
wasn't nice. I understand that the sight of my naked 
tits and pussy were so erotic and exciting to you that 
you lost control for a moment. But that still doesn't 
excuse you for continuing to hide and peek at me, 
watching me feel up my body and finger fuck myself for 
my pleasure. So far you have gotten to see me 
completely naked and watched me do a lot of really 
exciting stuff as well, like masturbating myself. That 
deserves some kind of punishment I think."

My eyes got big when she said she was masturbating, and 
she continued, "That's right Danny. That's what I was 
doing when I was finger fucking myself. I was 
masturbating trying to get myself off on a good orgasm. 
Like I said sweetie, girls masturbate too and finger 
fucking is one of the ways we masturbate. We also have 
other ways of masturbating too. 

"I will teach you about those some other time. So you 
see sweetie, you still have a lot to learn. But now, 
the second problem is, that while you have had all the 
fun viewing my complete naked body and watching me 
masturbate myself, all I have gotten to see so far is a 
very short 2 or 3 inches of your cock sticking out of 
your pants. Now I don't think that's very fair, do 
you?"

I said, "Gee Mom, when you put it that way, I guess 
not. But I didn't mean for it to happen and besides how 
can we make something like that fair anyway?"

Mom smiled and said, "I'm glad you asked. Now here's 
what we're going to do to try and even things up. Take 
off your shirt and stand up and drop your pants and 
shorts. You saw me completely naked and so now I'm 
going to get to see you completely naked. And then 
you're going to beat your meat for me so I can watch 
you masturbate just like you were watching me. Fair is 
fair. I think that will even the score for now."

I got up, suddenly self-conscious about taking my 
clothes off in front of my mother and said, "Aww Mom, I 
don't know about this. Do I have to? It's embarrassing 
Mom." 

She said, "Yes you have to dear. This will make you 
think twice before you try any more "peeping tom" stuff 
with me or any body else again. Come on now sport. Quit 
stalling and drop those pants. You'll get over your 
embarrassment quick enough."

I turned away from her and pulled my shirt up over my 
head and then reached down and unbuckled my belt and 
dropped my pants and shorts to the floor. I heard Mom 
suck in her breath as she said, "Not bad Danny, not bad 
at all. You're in really great shape honey...nice 
muscular back and great tight buns. Now turn around and 
let me see the rest."

The whole bit that she was doing with me had really 
excited me and my cock was by then as hard as it had 
ever been and was standing up stiffly at about a 20 
degree angle from the horizontal. 

I turned around to face Mom and heard her sharply suck 
in her breath as my cock swung around and her eyes 
focused on it. She just stared at my cock and a strange 
intense look swept over her face as if she were not 
there anymore and she whispered more to herself than 
me, "My god, it's huge. It's already bigger than Herb's 
was, and you're still a growing boy." 

I knew I had a pretty good sized cock that measured 
slightly over 7-1/2 when fully erect, but I never 
thought that was anything special. (In case you're 
wondering it's 8-1/4 inches long now that I'm fully 
grown). I mean I didn't know anything at that time 
about how big an average man's cock was so I never 
thought too much about it. But seeing the reaction on 
my mother's face made we understand that it must be 
pretty special. So it made me feel really good, cocky, 
and confident and I began to think that if I played 
this out right maybe I would get to fuck Mom. So I 
grinned and said, "Not bad, huh Mom."

And she said, "Oh baby it's magnificent. You just don't 
know. It takes my breath away. Would it be ok if I 
could... would you mind... Uh, uh, I mean uh, can I 
just touch it... just for a minute... please?"

This stammering by Mom was totally unexpected by me. I 
had become used to her always being very confident and 
positive in all her actions and speech. But then it 
dawned on me that she was really excited by my cock and 
wanted it so much that she was unsure of herself, 
afraid of scaring me to the point of refusing. That 
knowledge sent a huge shot of pride and self-confidence 
through me and I heard myself cockily reply to her 
request,

"Sure Mom, but only if you let me touch and feel your 
pussy. Fair is fair. Isn't that what you said?" My mind 
was flying again as I began thinking about my next move 
to get Mom to let me fuck her.

Mom didn't even blink or hesitate a second as she 
quickly ripped off her towel and said, "Oh yes honey. 
That's more than fair darling," and then reached out to 
hold my cock in her hand. At the same time I reached 
out and began stroking her still wet pussy and smoothly 
inserted two fingers into her cunt and began massaging 
it.

Mom sighed deeply and said, "Oh my, my sweetheart. You 
already know what to do with it now, don't you." And 
she moved a half step closer to me so that the end of 
my cock was rubbing the inner valley of her pussy. Then 
she whispered in my ear and said, "Honey, I was going 
to ask you to beat off that beautiful cock of yours so 
I could see you masturbate like you saw me masturbating 
when I was finger fucking myself in the bathroom. 

"But I'll understand if you don't want to do that right 
now. So would it be all right if we lay down here next 
to each other for a bit so I can just hold on to your 
beautiful cock for a little while. Then we'll be all 
even again and you won't have to masturbate for me if 
you don't want to." 

I could see that Mom was breathing hard and was 
obviously very excited by my big cock and wanted it in 
her cunt, but I also knew that I would have to play 
this just right and make her feel like she was still in 
charge but somehow get her to beg for my cock just like 
she would do in my fantasies and so I said, "You bet 
Mom. That's more than fair and I would love to lay down 
and just hold you for a while too." 

We laid down on my bed on our sides facing each other 
with Mom on her left side still holding my cock in her 
hand and me on my right side continuing to slowly slide 
the two fingers of my left hand in and out of her cunt. 
We lay there like that for maybe half an hour not 
saying anything with our mouths but saying a lot with 
our hands. 

Mom was lying there facing me with her eyes closed and 
this beautiful contented smile on her face and moaning 
softly as she gently massaged my cock while moving her 
fingers around on it exploring every part of it 
including my balls. She would occasionally move her 
hand down to carefully caress and massage them and use 
her fingers to feel the shape of each testicle and 
gently squeeze it to feel it slip-slide away and then 
lightly scratch my cum sac with her fingernails before 
moving back to caress my cock. 

I continued to slowly and gently slide my fingers in 
and out of her cunt occasionally stopping to gently 
squeeze it. I found her clit with my thumb and was 
lightly caressing it and feeling it swell under my 
touch. 

I wasn't able to do much with my right hand except 
stroke her back and caress and squeeze her buns since 
Mom was lying on that arm as she lay on her side facing 
me. Her left tit was pressing into my right shoulder 
where I couldn't easily reach it, but her right tit was 
up right in front of my face. I whispered, "Oh Mom, 
your tits are so beautiful. God I have dreamed about 
sucking their smooth, creamy, soft skin. Could I suck 
your tits Mom, please?" 

And she sighed, "Oh my god, yes, yes. Suck my tits 
baby. Suckle those nipples. Roll them around on your 
tongue. Suck mommy's titties angel. Suck 'em dry." And 
I reached out with my mouth and clamped on to that 
beautiful light brown circle of flesh on the end of 
that tit and began gently sucking. 

I could feel her flesh start to pucker up to fit the 
shape of my mouth as my tongue flicked out and found 
that soft delectable nipple and began to lick and roll 
it around on my tongue until it grew big and firm. Then 
I clamped it between my tongue and the roof of my mouth 
and settled down to suckling on that luscious mouth 
full of soft flesh. I was in heaven and Mom was 
starting to breathe deeper and moaning louder and after 
a few minutes started to hump her hips up against my 
crotch. 

After a few more minutes of this I could feel the cum 
starting to stir in my balls again and whimpered 
hoarsely to Mom, "Oh Mom, please... please Mom... I 
need to... need to..." 

Mom said, "Go ahead baby. Say it. Say it. What do you 
need?...you can tell mommy... don't be afraid... tell 
mommy what you need and you can have it... anything." 

She was writhing now and licking my face, and I finally 
got it out and said, "God Mom, I'm sorry, but I need to 
fuck you... please let me fuck you now... I want you so 
bad..."

She moaned, "Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me baby. Fuck me right 
now... shove that big hot beautiful cock deep into my 
cunt...slam it in me and fuck my brains out. Hurry 
darling, hurry. Oh God, how I want your cock deep in my 
cunt."

I quickly pulled back from her a few inches and pushed 
my cock into her pussy and started shoving but it 
wouldn't go in and I frantically began punching at her 
pussy with my stiff cock trying to enter her cunt when 
Mom said, "Hold on baby, hold on while I help you. Your 
aim is just a little off." 

Then she grabbed my cock and placed the tip right up 
against the soft warm sucking entrance to her cunt and 
said, "Now ram it home baby. Ram it deep and fill your 
mama's cunt up with that fabulous stiff piece of hot 
throbbing flesh. Take me baby! Take me and possess me 
as your woman!" And that's what I did.

I rammed my cock as hard as I could into Mom's cunt and 
felt it sliding in all the way to the root and heard 
Mom cry out, "Oh, oh, oh, Unh, unh... God it's huge", 
and she started to moan and cry out, "Fuck me baby! 
Fuck me! 

I didn't hear her because the deed was done! My cock 
was in Mom! She had begged me to slam my cock deep into 
her beautiful cunt that up to now I had only dreamt 
about in my wildest fantasies. I was oblivious to 
everything but how ecstatically good it felt to be 
pumping my cock in and out of Mom's cunt and hearing 
her cry out begging for more of my cock. I felt like a 
superman. Mom had begged me to possess her and I was 
ravishing her magnificent cunt. 

Mom was scratching my back with her fingernails and 
digging them into my buns as she began to push her cunt 
up to meet the powerful thrusts of my hard cock and was 
starting to really moan louder when she suddenly cried 
out, "Oow, ow, ow..."  in rapid succession and then 
grabbed the cheeks of my ass and pulled me up tight 
against her cunt so I couldn't easily pump my cock in 
her cunt.

"Slow down baby, slow down. God you're so big and 
powerful that I need to let my cunt stretch a bit. I 
have never been fucked like this before. Let's just lay 
here a little while now and let me enjoy the feeling of 
your cock in my cunt and let it relax and stretch a 
little. It's been such a very, very long time for me. 
Doesn't it feel good to you sweetheart?" 

I said, "Oh Mom it feels fantastic. I never dreamed it 
would feel so good to be in a cunt. I feel like I am in 
heaven." 

Mom chuckled, and said, "Yes, it is just like heaven, 
isn't it my love. But what do you mean you never 
dreamed it could be so good to be in a cunt? You are 
magnificent my darling. But surely this can't be the 
first cunt that magic tool of yours has ever possessed. 
If you haven't fucked Becky yet, surely some lucky 
young fresh cunt has tasted the power of your cock? It 
knows just how to totally possess a cunt." 

"Gee Mom, I hope you aren't mad at me but this is my 
first time. I've been trying to get Becky to let me 
fuck her for months now, but so far all she has let me 
do is feel up her pussy. I haven't even gotten to 
finger fuck her yet." Mom exclaimed, "Oh my god... I 
never suspected... I mean I never dreamed... you mean I 
am your first!? Oh that's wonderful sweetheart!. Oh god 
baby, you don't know how happy that makes me." And she 
began to smother my face with kisses. 

We just lay there for a while with my cock in her cunt 
kissing and stroking each other. I can't begin to 
describe the state of euphoria I was in. I was fucking 
my mother, and she had begged me to do it just like she 
did in my fantasies, and she was enjoying it more than 
any other fucking she had ever had before. That was the 
moment I think everything changed between us. 

I no longer felt like a little boy, unsure of himself, 
dreaming and fantasizing about feeling up girls, and 
afraid of failing to satisfy them and have them laugh 
at him when he did. Now I felt supremely confident. I 
was a man and this woman in my bed was my woman; the 
woman I took and so totally possessed that she begged 
me to take her again and again. Yes, she was my mother. 
But more importantly, I was her man and she was totally 
my woman! 

After a few minutes I could feel Mom's cunt starting to 
relax and she started to slowly flex her hips in and 
out against my cock, and I matched her rhythm making my 
cock begin to slide smoothly in and out of her cunt. 
Mom said, "That feels wonderful baby. That's it baby... 
just take it slow and easy and let that wave of 
delicious feeling build... just like surfing darling... 
climb that wave and ride it till it crashes... God I've 
never ever had it this good...Your cock is filling 
every part of my cunt... Can you feel it baby? Do you 
like it too sweetie?" 

"Oh yes Mom. It makes me feel hot all over with little 
tingly shocks running all through me and out through my 
cock. God it's so good." 

Mom said, "That's right lover. Just take it nice and 
smooth and easy and ride the wave baby, just ride the 
wave and let it carry you to the ultimate crest of 
sheer ecstasy..." 

And as we continued to slide my cock in and out of her 
cunt, we let the wave of our rhythm increase in 
intensity and speed until I could feel the cum boiling 
up out of my balls and I started to cry out, "I'm 
getting ready to cum Mama... It's coming Mama... I can 
feel it coming..." and mom replied, "Let it rip baby, 
shoot your hot cum into my cunt, fill me up lover, 
shove that cock in as deep as you can get it, I want to 
feel your cum in my throat and taste it on my tongue, 
fuck me baby, fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck your mama 
like she's never been fucked before..." 

And then my cock exploded shooting load after load of 
hot cum into my mama's cunt and as I cried out in 
ecstasy I could hear Mama crying out, 

"Oh, Oh, Ohhhhh! I can feel that hot cum filling me up, 
shoot it to me baby, don't ever stop! I can feel your 
hot smooth cock sauce filling every empty space in my 
cunt... I'm cumming! God how I'm cummingggg! I'm 
CUMMING!!" Her cunt muscles squeezed tightly all around 
my cock, she began clawing at my buns pulling them even 
tighter up against her cunt, and her hips began to 
wildly buck out of control as she was throwing her cunt 
as hard as she could up against my cock almost throwing 
me off the bed as she went over the top of her orgasmic 
wave. I think the only thing keeping me from falling 
off was the tight grip her cunt had on my cock.

We lay there in each other's arms for a long time with 
my cock still in her cunt slowly getting flaccid as we 
came down off of our twin orgasms. Finally, she said to 
me in between breaths, "That was one wonderful, wild 
ride angel. God was it good." She was still breathing 
hard.

I said, "I hope I was ok Mom. I didn't mean to hurt you 
at the beginning." 

Mom laughed at me and said, "Sweetheart, you were more 
than ok. You were fantastic baby. I have never been 
possessed and fucked so completely as that, never!" 
Then she giggled a bit and said, "But you did have a 
little trouble finding the right hole there at the 
beginning until I gave you a little help, but that's to 
be expected for the first time. 

"As soon as you get a little more practice under your 
belt, which, don't' worry, I will take care of, you 
won't have any trouble hitting the target the first 
time every time. And I suspect as soon as Becky lets 
you into her love box to win the World Series and finds 
out how good you are and spreads the word among all the 
rest of those hot young honeys that you are going to be 
getting lots of target practice hitting the center of 
those sweet young cunts."

"Mom! I don't believe you said that," I said. You're 
the only woman for me from now on out. Those giggly 
school girls have nothing that I want anymore. You're 
the only woman I ever want. I love you mom and I'm 
yours forever. I'll never have another woman before 
you. And how do you know what the World Series means 
anyway? You haven't been spying on me, have you Mom?"

Mom said, "Well, as for the World Series, no, I haven't 
been spying on you dear. But I do know all about the 
system you and your teammates use for keeping score on 
how far into a girls' pants you get. Karen Driscoll 
told me all about it. She learned all about it one 
afternoon when she overheard Timmy and Jeff Parsons 
beating off together in the basement while they were 
looking at some of Fred Driscoll's porno magazines and 
talking about their success with some of the girls and 
which ones they wanted to fuck the most first. 

"Karen has been my best friend ever since Dad died and 
she thought I ought to know how horny and randy all you 
young studs were getting. So you would be amazed how 
much us Mom's already know about you young studs 
sweetie. For example, I already knew how much Jeff 
Parsons wanted to fuck me because Karen heard him say 
so that afternoon and told me to be careful. I don't 
worry about that stuff though. It's perfectly normal 
for horny young men to lust after good looking, sexy 
women and brag about it among themselves. I'm just 
happy that I can still attract that kind of lust in a 
man. But I still love you for defending my honor 
darling."

"And as for not ever wanting any other women, 
"Sweetheart, I know you love me darling, and I love you 
too, and I'll always be here for you any time you want 
or need me day or night every day if that's what you 
need. But, Danny honey I also want you to have a normal 
happy life and grow into a strong, confident man who 
knows how to love a woman with tenderness and respect 
and make her love you and to be your lover and want to 
have your babies and keep your home and family. 

"Dive in to life Danny. Have fun, chase the pretty 
girls, and if you catch a few and they want you to, and 
let you, then fuck their little brains out, but always 
with tenderness and respect. Don't deny yourself. I 
will always love you darling. No one will ever love you 
more than I do, and I will always be your woman, 
companion, confidant, teacher, advisor, sex partner and 
anything else that you want me to be my love, whenever 
and wherever you want me, for as long as you want me. 
But I'm also your mother baby, and two things I cannot 
be; your wife and the woman who has your babies. I know 
you know that sweetheart. 

"So let's not have any more of this talk about giving 
up all the things that make life exciting and fun for a 
young man, like beautiful young ladies who are hot to 
trot after his body and are anxious for you to possess 
theirs. So enjoy the feast sweetie and fuck as many of 
them as you can before the one meant for you captures 
your heart. And when the pickings get scarce from time 
to time, you can always fuck me darling. I'm your sex 
slave now baby, and I will never deny you my cunt. Ok 
darling? Is it a deal?" 

And Mom gave me a big smile and planted a very wet 
French kiss on me exploring my mouth and tongue with 
her probing tongue. That was a man and woman kiss and 
not a mother and son kiss!

When I came up for air, I said, "Ok Mom. I know you're 
right and yes, it's a deal. But it's going to take one 
very, very special woman, almost a super woman, to make 
me ever want to leave your bed and your fantastic cunt 
and tits. So I wouldn't lose any sleep worrying about 
it."

Mom laughed and said, "Well now it's a good thing 
that's settled because I don't think I will have to 
worry about getting any sleep any time soon for sure if 
that stirring I feel in my cunt is what I think it is. 
What do you think love?" 

By now I was flying. All my inhibitions and old fears 
that my mother would catch me doing shameful perverted 
things were gone forever and I gave her a lecherous 
smile as I said, "I think mommy dear, that I am now 
going to fuck your brains out!...," as I rolled her on 
to her back and settled in between her legs and started 
to thrust my cock deep in to her cunt.

Mom giggled and said, "Perfect answer lover, perfect 
answer. Shove it to me hard and deep." She sighed 
deeply as I pushed my cock into her cunt as deep as it 
would go and then as an afterthought she said, "And for 
your first lesson lover, this position sweetie is 
called the missionary position and it's perfect for 
sucking my tits while you fuck me. So go ahead and give 
it a try baby. I think you'll like it. I know I'll love 
it."

Well, I could go on and on and on about the details of 
all the wild passionate love making my Mom and I had 
with each other that night. That will have to wait for 
another story. But that's how I lost my virginity with 
mother. We spent about another six hours in each 
other's arms that night before we became totally 
exhausted. I think I fucked her over 20 times and we 
each had so many orgasms that we lost count. 

It was a night that will live with me forever filled 
with tenderness and joy and all kinds of fucking, soft 
soulful fucking, playful fucking, wild violent fucking, 
and discovery fucking as we experimented with different 
positions. She taught me how to fuck her doggie style, 
cowgirl style where she rode my cock with me on my 
back, and lap fucking with her sitting on my lap with 
her cunt stuffed full with my cock.

The last thing that happened that I know you will enjoy 
reading about occurred at about 2:00 o'clock in the 
morning. We had just finished another round of really 
good fucking and were laying there in each other's arms 
totally exhausted and starting to finally drift off to 
sleep, when I vaguely felt Mom take my soft, spent dick 
into her hand and whisper in my ear, "Are you asleep 
yet dear?" 

I mumbled, "Not yet Mom, but almost." 

Then she said, "I just want to tell you sweetheart that 
this was the most wonderful exciting night I have ever 
had. My heart is singing with my love for you and I'm 
so happy that I, your mother, am the first woman you 
chose to satisfy your needs. You were wonderful my 
love, but mother's have needs too sweetheart, and I 
still have one little lingering need that I so want to 
satisfy with you before this night is over. I know 
you're tired honey, but I hope you won't mind helping 
me with this one little need of mine sweetheart?" 

And before I could answer she wrapped her lips around 
my semi-hard cock, and began gently sucking on it to 
make it hard again. This was the first time that she 
had ever had my cock in her mouth. It was as if I had 
been hit with a bolt of lighting. Every nerve ending in 
my body was on fire. I finally was getting to feel that 
intense surge of pleasure that until now I had only 
read about in the pages of Playboy and Hustler when 
they described how sluts and whores would suck the 
cocks of their men driving them to peaks of ecstasy 
that I could only imagine. 

It was not my imagination. It was my mother and not 
some slut or whore who had my cock in her mouth! The 
reality of my mother's mouth sucking my cock, caressing 
it with her hot tongue and gently nibbling at the head 
and glans with her teeth was driving me into a state of 
such sheer ecstasy that far exceeded any that I could 
have ever imagined. 

After a few minutes of this mind blowing cock sucking 
just as I though I was going to blow my load down her 
throat, she stopped sucking for a moment and turned her 
face up to me with the most evil, sultry, languid look 
I have ever seen staring straight into my eyes and said 
in a low throaty voice, 

"And now baby, I want to taste that wonderful cock 
sauce of yours. I want you to fill my mouth with your 
hot cum so I can savor its taste and smooth creamy 
texture and swallow it down my throat and feel it 
slithering and sliding all over my insides as it 
spreads and coats my throat and every part of my 
insides all over. I need to have your hot, manly cock 
sauce inside every part of my body my darling. Fill me 
up baby. Empty your balls into your mother's mouth."

And then shifting into a sweet little innocent high 
pitched girlish voice she smiled coyly like a little 
girl and said, 

"Do you think you can do that for mommy baby? Do you 
think you can do just that one little thing for your 
sweet little mommy?"

By then I was so wild with lust and desire for mom I 
couldn't speak and just grabbed the back of her head 
and shoved my cock back into her mouth and she began to 
both jack it off and suck it off at the same time until 
I soon exploded in at least 5 huge loads of cum which 
she managed to swallow without losing a drop. 

When I finished shooting my thick wads of hot cum, she 
continued sucking and squeezing the length of my cock 
to make sure she drained every last residual drop still 
remaining in my piss hole just like you squeeze a tube 
of toothpaste to get the last bit of toothpaste. 
Afterwards she gave me a sexy satisfied smile with her 
cum coated lips, and said, 

"Well you never answered mommy sweetie, but no matter, 
I think it's obvious that you didn't mind at all 
helping mommy with her little need. That was the most 
delicious cock sauce I have ever had. So don't you dare 
ever waste any of it jacking off again whenever I'm 
around sweetheart. I'll always be ready at anytime, 
anywhere to suck your beautiful cock and milk it of 
that wonderful cock sauce. Will you promise that for me 
sweetie?"

And I answered breathlessly, "Oh yes mom, yes, yes! I 
promise. I promise!" 

Then she laid her head down on the pillow next to me, 
cuddled her head in the hollow of my neck and shoulder, 
and reached over and wrapped her fingers softly around 
my now completely limp dick and closed her eyes and 
sighed and drifted off to sleep.

I lay beside her while she gently held my dick in her 
hand, and watched her beautiful contented face, smiling 
with those luscious cum soaked lips drift off into 
sleep. It was the most wonderful and satisfied feeling 
that I have ever had and I will never forget it. I made 
a secret vow to myself that no matter what she said, no 
other woman would ever come before my mother in my 
heart and that her needs would always come first, 
whatever they were and for as long as she lived. I have 
never broken that vow and I never will.

That was the wondrous night I lost my virginity to my 
mother.

*

Epilogue

And so began Kristen, the long and satisfying sexual 
relationship with my mother that has lasted now for 
quite a few years and is still ongoing. For the first 
four or five weeks after that fabulous Friday night, 
Mom and I made love almost every night, sometimes in 
her bed and sometimes in my bed. But no matter whose 
bed we were in, when we were sated and it was time to 
go to sleep the one who was not in their own bed would 
always leave to return to their own bed and we slept 
alone.

Then one night when I was in Mom's bed after just 
finishing several hours of soft, tender fucking and 
sucking with her, I started to get up and return to my 
room and Mom stopped me saying, "Don't go darling. Stay 
here and sleep with me. I want to feel your warm strong 
body against mine. Come and cuddle with me so I can 
feel your touch and smell your strong masculine scent. 
It makes me feel so loved and safe when I'm in your 
arms." 

And so I lay down next to Mom with the front of my body 
curled up snug against her back so that my cock rested 
in the crack of her cheeks with my arm around her 
cuddling her breast in my hand. Mom sighed softly and 
said, "Oh that feels wonderful my love, just 
wonderful...." As her voice drifted away and she fell 
asleep.

From that night on, that's the way Mom and I slept in 
each other's arms every night for the next ten years, 
until the night before my wedding. During those ten 
years Mom made me understand that a real man doesn't 
have to act macho and tough around his woman to prove 
he is a man, and he for sure doesn't treat his woman as 
something to just have around as a receptacle to ram 
his cock into or a ready mouth to suck it off whenever 
he feels like getting his rocks off. Instead she made 
me understand that a real man isn't afraid to be warm 
and loving to his woman treating her with respect and 
having the same consideration for her needs and 
feelings as he does for his own. 

Mom taught me that if I wanted to be loved by a woman 
and have her willingly and lovingly satisfy my every 
sexual need, then I had to first learn to give her the 
love and pleasure she needed. Mom patiently taught me 
how to make tender passionate love to a woman which is 
the greatest gift she has given me – more valuable than 
all the individual sex act instructions she gave me on 
how to suck a woman's clit, or how to tongue lick her 
cunt to get the pussy juices flowing, or how to delay 
my orgasm when fucking my woman until she could have 
hers, or how to coordinate my thrusting with a woman's 
sucking when she was sucking on my cock, or how not to 
always ram my cock as deep into the back of a woman's 
mouth as I could when she was sucking my cock, but 
instead leave some room for her to accept my load of 
cum and roll it around on her tongue savoring it's 
texture and taste without choking before swallowing it, 
learning the best fucking positions for getting max 
penetration of my woman's cunt, or for fucking and 
stroking her clit at the same time, and so on.

I guess Kristen, that there will be some people who 
will read my story and will not understand the kind of 
relationship I have had with my mother that I have 
tried to describe. They will think that my mother was 
just a very smart, devious woman who knew how to take 
advantage of a young boy's insecurities and youthful 
overpowering sex drive to maneuver him into thinking 
that he had seduced his mother when in reality the 
reverse was true.

His mother had actually seduced and possessed him in 
order to make him her private sex toy for her sexual 
satisfaction with little or no concern for the healthy 
development of his psyche and self image as a man. In 
their minds she will have only turned me into something 
almost as bad as the pervert that I once was afraid 
that I might be becoming, and that's a low life 
motherfucker.

Well, that's alright I guess. I can't help what people 
with closed minds will think about me and Mom. I 
suppose the truth is that I am a motherfucker. But I 
know who I am inside, and I don't mind the label. The 
funny thing is that when I used to trade friendly 
insults with my buddies when we were kids and one of 
them would call me a mother fucker, it used to make me 
really fighting mad. Now when somebody tries to insult 
me by calling me a mother fucker, I just smile at them 
and think to myself, "If you only knew... you would be 
a motherfucker too!"
 
I have been married now for two years to my beautiful 
wife, Linda. She is a stunningly sexy 25 year old woman 
who stole my heart just like Mom said would happen one 
day. Linda knows all about Mom and me and thinks it is 
a beautiful story and loves it that I'm such a loving, 
caring son to my mother. She has no problem with Mom 
and I sleeping together every once in a while on 
occasion and has told Mom that she doesn't even have to 
wait for me to come to her for a little fucking

Anytime Mom feels the need for my cock to fill her cunt 
and mouth with my cock sauce that she is always welcome 
in our home to fuck my brains out. Mom still lives in 
the home where I grew up and we became lovers. It's 
only about 6 miles away across town from where Linda 
and I live now and it only takes about 15 minutes to 
get to our house. 

So it would be easy for Mom to take advantage of 
Linda's offer anytime she felt like it. But she has 
limited her overnight visits to not more than 3 or 4 
times a month because she respects that Linda is now my 
wife, the woman of my house and home, and is now my 
primary sex partner and she never wants to intrude on 
our relationship.
 
Linda loves my mother even more for her consideration 
in always deferring to Linda as the first woman in my 
life now, and really looks forward to her visits 
because we all end up sleeping together in the same bed 
and she and Mom take turns fucking and sucking me and 
occasionally jacking me off for a change of pace until 
they have drained me of all my strength and energy. 
(Mom likes to jack me off with my cock pointing 
straight up to see how high my cock shoots my cum into 
the air and then she likes to catch it in her mouth 
when it comes back down. When it misses her mouth and 
hits her somewhere on her face, Linda just loves to 
lick it off.) 

Linda is especially appreciative of the way that Mom 
has taught her some of her special cock sucking 
techniques for using her tongue on the head of my cock 
to heighten the intensity of my orgasms as I pump her 
mouth full of my cum. Sometimes they make it a playful 
contest to see how fast they can reduce me to a totally 
limp and spent state, and then when they have totally 
worn me out they play with each other doing lesbian 
stuff, like sucking each others tits and engaging in 69 
style mutual pussy eating and cunt sucking. 

Linda told me that she first found out she was a 
bisexual in college when she and her roommate used to 
eat each other almost every night before they went to 
sleep and she learned to enjoy pussy juice almost as 
much as she loves cock sauce. So she really likes 
eating my mom's pussy and cunt, especially since she 
knows that any delectable cock sauce that she finds 
with her mouth and tongue in Mom's cunt, could only 
have been deposited there by my cock. 

Mom is not as experienced at pussy eating and cunt 
sucking as Linda is, as the only time she really ate 
out any other women were on the occasions that she and 
Dad engaged in group sex parties with their swingers 
club. (That's another story that Mom told me about 
several years after we became lovers that I could write 
about). Anyway, Linda says she really enjoys teaching 
Mom how to properly eat pussy and suck cunt.

Linda now says if we ever have a son she intends to 
teach him how to make love to a woman and teach him all 
of the special little sex tricks that will maximize her 
pleasure just as mom did with me, and she hopes he will 
be just as loving and supportive to her as I am with 
Mom. 

I said that would be great and maybe we could work as a 
team and I could demonstrate the techniques for him on 
Linda while he watched before he performed them with 
Linda to practice and develop his own technique and 
style. Linda said that would be fantastic and so I'm 
hard at work now fucking Linda at every opportunity to 
keep her cunt as full of my cum as possible to get her 
pregnant as fast as we can.

When Mom heard about the idea, she became very excited 
about it and asked Linda if she could help with 
teaching our son her special fucking, cock sucking, and 
cunt eating techniques as she is only 42 now and would 
still only be 55 or 56 by the time her grandson would 
be ready to begin an active sex life. Linda said she 
would love to have Mom help her with our son's and 
mom's grandson's sexual training. 

In fact she said that the three of us would make a 
perfect training team because Mom and I could 
demonstrate good fucking, cock sucking, and cunt eating 
techniques at the same time our son would be performing 
them on Linda and he could see in real time the correct 
way to fuck and suck his Mom's cunt. Mom is so excited 
about the idea that she is totally focused now on 
getting Linda knocked up.

The only downside to all of this for me right now is 
that Mom says I have to dedicate all my fucking to 
Linda until Linda gets pregnant and she is cutting me 
off with no more fucking and sucking with her until 
Linda is at least three months pregnant with our son. 
That's been six weeks now and I'm really starting to 
feel the pressure of not being able to enjoy Mom's 
special cock sucking talents and her amazing ability to 
control her cunt muscles to squeeze my cock tight to 
intensify my orgasms. 

When I complain about not being able to fuck her, all 
she says is that it's hard for her too because she has 
to give up my cock filling her cunt and my enthusiastic 
cunt sucking technique that she loves so much, but that 
we both have to be strong to maximize the chances of 
getting Linda knocked up. She promised that when Linda 
gets too pregnant to have heavy duty sex, that she will 
make it up to me with as much fucking and cock sucking 
as I can stand- every night if that's what I need, 
until our son is born. 


But if that isn't hard enough to take, she has been 
bugging the piss out of me calling me at work and later 
at home 2 or 3 times a day wanting to know if I have 
fucked Linda yet today and no matter what answer I give 
it's never good enough. If I say, "Not yet Mom, I 
overslept and there wasn't time this morning." She 
jumps all over me telling me to get my ass in gear and 
go home for a nooner and start pumping my wife full of 
cum. 

If I say, "Yes mom, I fucked her this morning before I 
came to work." Then she would say, "Well make sure you 
fuck her again as soon as you get home and then fuck 
her again when you go to bed tonight." 

If she calls in the evening and I say I have already 
fucked Linda twice today and I'm on the couch watching 
the football game on TV, she would say, "Well fuck her 
at half time and then fuck her again when you go to 
bed. This is important son. You have to keep her cunt 
as full of cum as you can all the time." And I would 
say. "Ok Mom," hang up the phone and look at Linda and 
say, "Come on Linda, back to bed. Mom says I have to 
fuck you again right now."

Linda would laugh and say, "You poor, poor baby, don't 
worry honey pie, I'll be gentle with you. In fact, this 
time I'll just let you lay there on your back and I'll 
climb on top into the saddle and ride that big 
beautiful cock of yours and do all the work. And as I 
hump your cock, all you have to do is just suck my tits 
and fill my cunt with your special cock sauce, and then 
afterwards I will sit on your face so you can leisurely 
eat my pussy while your cock recovers it's charge. 

When you've had your fill of my sweet cunt juice, I'll 
suck your cock and balls dry of that fresh new charge 
of wonderful, tasty cock sauce. Does that sound like a 
deal to you baby? Would you like that honey pie?" Then 
she would look down at my rock hard cock poking out 
through my shorts and say, "Never mind honey pie, I can 
see that you do!"

Life, Kristen, is indeed beautiful.

All my love,

Dan Cutler

P.S. In case you're wondering what happened between me 
an Becky Hazlett after I stood her up for Mom that 
night, as you might suspect, she was furious with me. 
Mom and I spent the entire weekend in bed fucking and 
sucking each other and the next time I saw Becky was on 
Monday morning at school. She didn't even give me a 
chance to open my mouth when she stormed up to me and 
said,

"Damn you Danny for standing me up like that! You made 
me look like a fool and I won't ever forget it. In case 
you're wondering you asshole, I was going to let you 
score a grand slam homer and was planning on later 
letting you be the one to break my cherry and win the 
World Series with me! You can be damn sure that now you 
will never get a piece of my cunt you bastard! I'm 
going to give my cherry to Jeff Parsons." And she left 
in a furious huff.

I guess I had a hang dog look on my face when I got 
home that afternoon and Mom said, "What's the matter 
honey? You look like you just lost your best friend." 
And I said, "Almost as bad Mom. I forgot all about the 
date I had on Friday night with Becky and she was not 
too happy about being stood up especially in front of 
our whole gang who were all there going to the movies 
also." Then I went on to tell her everything that Becky 
said to me.

Mom said, "I'm so sorry sweetheart. I know you really 
like her a lot and really want to fuck her in the worst 
way. Don't you sweetie?" I said, "Yeah, that's right, 
but I guess I can kiss that goodbye for good now. That 
jerk, Jeff Parsons, is probably going to get that prize 
now. But who cares anyway. I got the best prize in the 
whole world right here," and I patted and squeezed my 
Mom's soft ass and hugged her tight. 

Mom giggled and said, "Don't give up so easy honey. 
Becky is your girl and you fight for her. I'm sure she 
would still rather give her cherry to you than anybody 
else, but right now she is just a little mad and hurt 
at being stood up in front of all her friends. What we 
need to do is to find a good reason for her to forgive 
you that will allow her to save face. Maybe I can help. 
I have an idea that might work. So let me see what I 
can do."

Well Mom got on the phone to Becky and told her that 
she knew that Becky was very angry and then told her it 
was her (Mom's) fault that I missed my date with Becky. 
She made up a story that when I got home that Friday 
afternoon I found Mom very ill with bad stomach and 
chest pains that kept getting so bad that she had to go 
to the hospital and I went with her of course. 

Then when we got there she really got worse and they 
admitted her into the hospital because they were 
worried she was having some kind of heart problem and 
they needed to run a lot of tests. And I stayed with 
her in her room all night Friday and all day and night 
on Saturday until they finally determined on Sunday 
morning that she had been suffering from a real bad 
case of food poisoning. Her condition improved enough 
to go home on Sunday afternoon. 

Then Mom told her that I was really upset with myself 
for embarrassing Becky that way but that I was so 
worried about Mom that I just forgot about everything 
else. Well Mom did such a good job that Becky either 
really believed the story, or was at least happy to 
believe it as a good face saving reason for forgiving 
me. I never found out which was true, but I didn't care 
because it worked. The next day at school Becky came up 
to me and said,

"I'm really sorry for what I said to you Danny. I 
didn't know about your mother being sick in the 
hospital and I understand what happened now. I really 
didn't mean what I said about giving my cherry to Jeff. 
I was just so mad at the time that I just wanted to 
hurt you like I thought you had hurt me. Will you 
please forgive me?"

Well, Becky and I took up dating again right where we 
left off thanks to Mom. I still had to work hard to get 
her to share her feminine charms with me and over the 
next couple of months she let me hit a lot of home runs 
with a few grand slam homers in the group, but no World 
Series wins. I was beginning to think it would never 
happen and was getting tired of trying. But Mom said to 
hang in there because she had a feeling something would 
happen soon.

My 15th birthday came up soon after that and Mom threw 
a cookout birthday party for me and invited all my 
friends and their girlfriends. Halfway through the 
evening when everyone was having a great time. Some 
were dancing, some were paired off in other rooms 
making out and getting hand jobs and finger fucks and 
some were puffing on a little weed and telling jokes 
and stuff. I was sitting with Mom watching Timmy dance 
a slow dance with Becky when Mom whispered in my ear, 

"Why don't you take Becky up to your room to show her 
your etchings Danny. No one will miss you two for a 
while, I'm sure." 

I looked at Mom quizzically, and said, "What etchings 
Mom?" And then she gave me this funny perplexed look 
and said with exasperation, "Danny! You know... your 
etchings damn it! Don't you ever want to fuck that hot 
little cunt?" 

And then it hit me. I knew what Mom was suggesting and 
I said, "Oh yeah Mom. Right. My etchings... Great 
idea!"
 
To make a long story short, I said to Becky, "Let's go 
up to my room and make out for a little while 
sweetheart." I didn't have to ask twice. She just 
grabbed my hand and led the way. When we got into my 
room she just melted in my arms and said Happy Birthday 
Danny honey and dropped her skirt to the floor. She 
wasn't wearing any panties and her pretty little pussy 
was staring me in the face when she said, "This is my 
birthday gift to you baby, my cherry. I love you Danny 
and I want you to have it. No one else."

Well I took that cherry and it was very special. It was 
my first time "flying solo" without my mother and I'm 
proud to say that Becky loved every minute of it, even 
having a big orgasm that first time she was fucked 
which is kind of unusual for a girl's cherry fuck. Mom 
had taught me well on how to tenderly break a girl's 
cherry and fuck her easily and tenderly so that it 
wouldn't hurt her and she would enjoy the experience. I 
was so good and Becky's orgasm was so intense that she 
made me fuck her a second time before we finally 
decided that we better go back to the party.

After the party was over and everyone had left and Mom 
and I were in bed playing with each other after a 
couple of good fucks and a cock sucking. I asked her, 
"Mom, you've been saying that you thought something 
special was going to happen between me and Becky for 
some time now. I have a feeling that you and Becky 
planned this whole evening so I could have her cherry, 
didn't you?"

"Mom laughed softly and said, "No sweetheart, we 
didn't. But you must remember that I know an awful lot 
about young girls and one of the things I know is that 
it's a very special thing for a girl to give her cherry 
to a man. She will only ever have one cherry to give 
and she wants it to be with a very special young man on 
a very special occasion. I could tell by watching you 
two together that Becky wanted you to have her cherry 
and I thought what better time for her to give it to 
you than on your birthday. 

"I'm proud of you for the way you took it. I listened 
for a little while outside your door while you were 
fucking her and it sounded like she was really enjoying 
it. But I could tell for certain by the glow on her 
face and her loving smile as she came down the stairs 
with you that you had made her ecstatically happy. You 
are going to be very popular very soon my love, and 
have your pick of all those sweet young pussies that 
are going to be hungering for your cock. I hope you 
will still have time for your Mom darling."

Then I laughed, and said, "Quit begging Mom. You know 
that I will never tire of your cunt and body and will 
always have time for you first before anyone. Now roll 
over on you stomach and stick your butt up in the air. 
This time I want to fuck you doggie style." 

Mom giggled like a teenage girl and said in a little 
girl's voice as she rolled on to her stomach and stuck 
her sweet ass up,

"Oh Danny honey, you're so powerful and strong please 
don't hurt me with that great big hot cock of yours..." 
and then in her normal throaty sexy voice, "Don't 
listen to that little cunt lover... ram that hot piece 
of stiff meat as far into my cunt as it will go and 
fuck me hard and fast until I scream for you to stop 
and then fuck me even harder! Fill my cunt with your 
tasty cock sauce."

Now I ask you Kristen, what kind of woman would eagerly 
volunteer to help her man find a way to fuck another 
beautiful woman without an ounce of jealously or fear 
of losing him to the arms of the other woman. The 
answer is a woman like my mother who loves her son 
totally and completely without any reservations and 
manifests that love as any other woman who deeply loves 
her man. 

If my Mom was a devious, conniving woman who was just 
interested in seducing me and making me her sex slave 
just to satisfy her own sexual desires, would she have 
helped me to find a way to take Becky's cherry and 
later encourage me, and help me to find, and take 
delight in my fucking as many young cunts as I could 
conquer? I think not! 

So, to all those people who cannot acknowledge the 
beauty of the kind of unconditional incestuous and 
loving sexual relationship I have had and still have 
with my mother, I say to them, "Get a life and lighten 
up. If you're a Mom, give your son a blow job, and if 
you're a son, fuck your Mom's brains out. You'll both 
feel a lot better about it and be a whole lot happier 
in the honest expression of love for each other that 
you have probably been suppressing all your lives."

That's my Mom and my woman Kristen, and I love them 
both to death.

The End... for now. More to cum later?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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