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Saving Mom From Herself
by Long Boy Slim (stroker374@aol)
***
Son catches mom cheating and decides he needs to fuck
her to quench her nymphomania to keep the family
together. (F/m-teen, ped, inc, v, rom)
***
I was 15, horny as hell and to boot, my mom had figured
out I was fucking our old neighbor, Mrs. Callaway.
So mom, being the nosy person she was, waited one
evening and figured out just about when I would be
fucking the woman. You see I would spend an hour or two
over her house most evenings, chatting, I had told my
mom. But her intuition figured it out. She had busted
me with my dick in this 68-year-old woman and had
embarrassed us both.
Mom slapped Mrs. Callaway and pushed me off of her. I
felt like shit, standing there with a raging 10-inch,
soaking wet dick, staring in my mom's face.
Mom didn't tell it. That was good. But Mrs. Callaway
would see me come home in the evening and she'd quickly
walk inside her house, not to return to her porch that
evening.
It had been one week since the incident.
As I came in this evening from my friend Lisa's house,
working on math assignments, I was overjoyed.
I saw Uncle Willie's Cadillac in the driveway. He was
always good to me, being my dad's oldest brother. He
had always told me, "Surprise me sometimes Chuck!"
I had a report card chocked full of A's. I knew Uncle
Willie would give me $10 each for such performance.
I eased into the backdoor, report card in hand and big
smile on my face and then walked to the Living Room,
where I knew he and mom would be talking.
Whoa!! I was taken aback by the sight. Mom was on her
knees at the edge of the sofa, sucking Uncle Willie's
dick. She was naked and Uncle Willie had her huge tits
in his hands, massaging them as mom gobbled on his 5
inch, thick, black dick.
Uncle Willie had his head laid back, facing the
ceiling. His eyes were closed and all I could hear from
him was "uugh. Uugh. Suck that dick Linda. Suck that
dick."
Now, he speeded up his assault on mom's mouth. He
dropped one tit and grabbed her head with his right
hand, pushing her up and down. He was cumming now. Mom
let her left hand drop to her pussy and started to rub
it, moaning as she worked his dick with her right hand,
extracting all of his cum.
All of a sudden, Uncle Willie opened his eyes and
stared at me, trying to stand up and cover himself.
"Chuck!" he yelled. Mom looked back with huge eyes, and
jumped to her feet, calling my name.
"Uncle Willie, Mom!" I yelled back.
Mom had dropped cum over her huge tits when she called
my name. She looked a mess, cum over her tits, down her
chin and on the couch and carpet. She covered her bush
with the left hand and her right arm gathered up her
tits as she ran past me and out of the room. Uncle
Willie turned his back to me and started pulling on the
drawers that were gathered around his ankles, stumbling
toward the couch and catching the arm of it for
balance.
"Man, I'm going to tell daddy/ I'm going to tell my
daddy Uncle Willie. He's your brother and you're
fucking my mama?"
"Wait a minute Chuck!" Uncle Willie shouted. Mom had
slammed the bathroom door and I could hear water
running.
I guessed she was washing cum off her body.
I ran out the back door, through the back yard and to
my friend, Mr. Johnson's house, two streets over.
"Hey Doc," Mr. Johnson called out. "What you smoking
today?"
"I got a joint of red bud," I told him.
"Let's go in the house and fire that motherfucker up,"
Mr. Johnson said.
He was good for chatting with. Most folks left Mr.
Johnson alone because they said he had gone crazy in
Vietnam. But he and I talked about everything. He
stayed to himself and he let me bring girls to fuck at
his house – as long as I brought him a little weed
every now and then.
Mr. Johnson was 62, used bad English and cussed a lot.
He used "motherfucker" in every sentence.
We started smoking the joint and I said little because
of what I had just seen. I was mature, but the scene
kept playing in my mind.
"What's wrong Doc?" Mr. Johnson asked. "You seen it
today, didn't you?"
"Saw what?" I replied.
You caught her didn't you? Your mama, you know?" Mr.
Johnson asked.
I couldn't contain it. I told him what had happened.
I told him what had happened. Mr. Johnson now told me
he knew it all along. He also told me about two other
guys who were fucking my mom in my father's house while
he worked. One was mom's Uncle Walter Thompson, a 60-
year-old guy who I never liked.
The other was Sonny Pete, a street corner hustler of
about 35. I was outraged.
"I didn't want to tell you Doc because I felt like that
wasn't my place. But now that you seen it with your own
eyes, you got your mama and your uncle right where you
want them," Mr. Johnson said. "Man, I know women. Your
mama's probably got all kind of fuck toys hid in her
room somewhere. She can't help it. She's hot natured
and your daddy can't fuck her enough."
I went home. On the way I passed several friends at
Fred's house playing basketball. They told me my mom
and uncle had been looking for me the past two hours.
I walked in the house and they both started talking.
Uncle Willie was the first.
"Chuck, baby what you saw was wrong. We got carried
away," my uncle said.
My mom stood there with her head hanging down, teary-
eyed and really sad looking. I wanted to reach out and
hug her, but I was too angry. I made my demands because
I knew my dad would be home any minute.
"OK, I won't say nothing. But I want $100 a month from
you Uncle Willie. And mama, I want to bring my
girlfriends home to visit and you leave us here for a
couple of hours and not say nothing about what I do," I
blurted out.
They both agreed as Uncle Willie went into his pocket,
fishing out the large wad of money he carried.
He gave me $150 today and hugged me, getting assurance
that I would keep the secret.
Mom couldn't stare me in the face. I was about to run
it in really good.
"I don't want y'all doing that no more. And Uncle
Willie don't come over here unless my daddy's at home
from now on," I said.
Uncle Willie agreed and he left, saying he had to go
open his nightclub.
Mom stood there in the kitchen, wearing a blue pant
suit with a white turtle neck sweater. She was staring
at the floor, trying to explain herself and I stood off
from her, listening.
"Mama, let me say this. I don't want you messing with
Uncle Willie, your uncle or Sonny Pete no more," I
said.
Mama's eyes widened as they jetted up and her jaw
dropped in disbelief.
"I know all about them mama. I saw you with them, right
there in the front room. You ought to be ashamed," I
snapped at her.
She started crying something awful and came to embrace
me in a hug. I pushed her away.
"Please Chuck. I'm sorry. I don't know why I did it. I
don't know. I know it was wrong, but please don't think
bad of me," she pleaded, coming to hug me again.
I stepped away and went to my room. About that time dad
pulled into the driveway.
They went to dinner because mama hadn't cooked. I told
them to bring me back something because I had homework
to finish.
As soon as they left, I got busy searching for the
"fuck toys" Mr. Johnson said were in the house.
Bingo!, I found them on the top of the bathroom linen
closet. There were two dildos, one white, about five
inches long and thin. The other about seven inches long
and slightly fatter. There were two sets of Ben-Wa
balls, and two egg-shaped inserts with wires running to
the handle. I checked them out and put them back as I
had found them.
I then went to Lisa's house up the street. Her parents
were gone out to dinner. So we fucked for a while. I
came twice, she came three times and I went home. Mama
and daddy were already in the bed. They had been
fucking, which was a good thing.
As I got ready to bed down, dad came to my room across
the hall from theirs and told me he'd be leaving the
next evening, Friday, to attend a conference in Detroit
for insurance agency owners.
He'd be back late Monday. Cool, I thought because on
Saturdays, I usually leave home around three in the
evening and return just before midnight.
Saturday rolled around and the day passed by as mama
walked around the house with her short, yellow sun
dress.
She was built. At 5'7'', she was really fine for a 34-
year-old woman. She had no fat and was athletically
built. She had huge, sort of muscular things and long,
hairy legs. All the girls loved her because she was so
cute with that little button nose, the freckles and big
tits that sat up high.
At 3 p.m., I went to pick up my girlfriend, Sarah. This
was a routine. We'd go out to eat, catch a movie and
hang out with the other students at the bowling alley,
then return home. Oh, we also got time to fuck on
Saturdays. My folks knew it would be late before they
heard that white Dodge Charger pull into the driveway.
I told mama bye, I'd see her later.
I left. After dinner and midway through the movie,
Sarah, who was on her period, started cramping really
bad. She was hurting.
So we left. It was about 6:30 when we pulled into her
driveway. Her parents were sitting on the porch sipping
coffee. We chatted a while and I excused myself so
Sarah could take her pain medicine and rest.
I figured I would sit in tonight. As I drove to the
house, I saw Sonny Pete's car parked on the back street
from my house. Now I knew why Mr. Johnson knew so much.
Guys parked there and went through the back yard to see
my mama.
I parked behind his car and straight away went through
the back yard and eased my key into the lock.
I walked in the house and Al Green's "Simply Beautiful"
was playing up really loud. I looked around and then
headed to the living room. The door stood cracked. I
was floored at what I saw.
Sonny Pete was between my mother's legs eating her
pussy. He was sitting on the floor, the same place
where mom sat when she sucked Uncle Willie's dick. She
had her head back and her eyes closed, rubbing that
bald spot on his head with her left hand. Her right
hand was rubbing her left tit and tweaking her nipple
as the large right tit lay cradled in the joint of her
right arm.
The yellow sun dress was crumpled around her stomach.
Her lavender panties lay on the floor beside Sonny.
Man, her pussy was hairy! How did a man get his dick
into that thing without cutting the head?
I felt my dick stiffen. I had watched a couple of
minutes and they didn't know I was there. I walked
away, disgusted and angry.
Then I turned around and anger took over. I pushed the
door open and they both jumped straight up. Before
either could say a thing, I punched Sonny Pete in the
mouth, knocking that 5'5'' bastard to the floor. I then
started kicking the hell out of him.
Mama stared, trying to straighten her clothes as she
tried to stand between us. In my rage, I pushed her to
the couch from which she bounced and fell to the floor
as I continued whipping Sonny's ass.
After a few select cuss words and more punches, I
smelled a foul aroma. Sonny had shit his pants. I was
satisfied with the blood that flowed from his mouth and
the swelling of his face and eyes.
I had a momentary flashback to the day, four years ago,
when my dad had caught mama kissing Sonny Pete in the
front room when he came home unexpected. He had beat
Sonny unmercifully. My sister, Michelle, who now was at
college 1,000 miles away, and I had stopped him from
killing this fool.
That day dad beat my mama so bad that we called our
grandparents to stop him beating. Mom had two black
eyes, a busted lip, bruises over her entire body and
she looked like hell. It was four days before she could
leave the house the beating was so severe. Dad had left
home for three days out of anger and we were all sick
after that. Later on, he apologized and we understood
the anger.
Dad had flipped when he came home and caught Sonny in
his house, trying to fuck his wife. No woman should
invite another man into her husband's home. That's
playing with death and it's stupid.
I escorted Sonny out of the back door. He could hardly
walk. I had kicked him in the balls countless times and
I could imagine how he felt.
There standing in my back yard was Mr. Johnson, his .45
ACP in his hand.
"You alright Doc?" he asked.
"Yea, Mr. Johnson. I'm fine. I was taking this punk to
his car," I replied.
Mr. Johnson looked at Sonny Pete and shook his head. He
stood in Sonny's face and waved his pistol.
"Look crazy motherfucker. I don't get into your
business. But you a damn fool sneaking into that man's
house fooling with his wife. You lucky your crazy ass
ain't dead. If I ever hear of you coming back to this
place, I'm busting a cap in your ass, som-bitch," Mr.
Johnson said. "Damn man. You done shit your pants. Oooh
eeeh. You a stanky motherfucker man. Get your ass on to
your car. And if you ever fool with Doc, I'm killing
your ass."
Sonny begged Mr. Johnson and assured him he'd not come
looking for revenge against me and he'd never fool with
my mother again.
"I don't blame you. That boy done whipped your ass
something bad man. You look like you're headed to the
damn funeral home," Mr. Johnson said.
Sonny left. Mr. Johnson and I chatted briefly and he
told me not to be too hard on my mother. He said try to
be understanding because she let her need of sex
override her common sense. I agreed I wouldn't.
"Remember, that's your mother. Yea. She made a couple
dumb ass mistakes, but don't judge her. Don't be hard.
She needs your support now. She don't need you throwing
up in her face that she fucked up, She already knows it
Chuck. And it's tearing her apart. Don't be hard on
her," Mr. Johnson said.
When I got back in the house, mama was sitting on the
kitchen floor crying and shaking. When she saw me she
jumped up and started to try and hug me. I pushed her
back and begged her not to touch me.
Mama's crying got more frantic and she sat in a chair
at the kitchen table, crying and saying to herself,
'what am I going to do. What am I going to do? What am
I going to do?'
Mama was so upset she had forgotten to put on her
panties. I stood near the stove, arms and legs crossed
and just stared at her, taking in the sight of her full
black pussy bush. I could see the pink lips standing
open from the excitement Sonny had placed on her. She
didn't even think about it. All she had her mind on was
getting caught a second time, fucking up on my dad and
getting caught.
Mom rose to her feet and tried to hug me. Again, I
pushed her away and told her to leave me alone.
She cried even harder, turning her little light brown
face red.
"Why won't you hug me Chuck? Why are you treating me
like this she said, attempting again to hug me and
having her approach rejected," she asked.
Mom then walked away, to the bar and grabbed a bottle
of Wild Turkey. She had never been a drinker other than
an occasional glass of wine. As she tried to pour a
glass of whiskey, she trembled. What I noticed most was
the silken sun dress had formed a crease and half her
ass was exposed, showing me plenty as she leaned her
head onto the bar, still crying with whiskey in one
hand.
Sure, I looked at it and it looked good. But I was
still plenty angry and I was tired from whipping her
boyfriend's ass. I went to my room, closed the door and
called my girlfriend. We talked awhile and then I took
a nap. It must have been about 8 p.m. when I laid down.
I snoozed lightly and around 10 p.m., was awakened by a
flash of light peering into my room.
I didn't open my eyes. Instead, I glanced through half
open eyes at my mother standing in the hallway, the
door cracked about 2 inches and her staring inside. I
wondered what was happening, if she was trying to sneak
out to go fuck someone.
I continued to fake sleep and made out a motion of her
right hand. It was rubbing her crotch.
As my senses came together, I understood. I had a hard
on and was laying on my back with my hand inside my
drawers. It was pushing the front of my Fruit of The
Looms to the maximum.
I got a wicked notion. Still feigning sleep, I pulled
my hand from my drawers, letting my dick slip out. It
now was pointing toward my chest. It was a huge, raging
10-inch hard on that I and the grown women I had
fucked, really admired.
I brought my hand to my stomach and continued.
Now, with half of my dick in plain view, mama kneeled
on the floor outside the room, still watching and
rubbing her crotch.
Suddenly, I felt sorrow for her instead of anger. She
was a plain and simple nymphomaniac. I maintained my
stare through nearly closed eyes wondering why she was
doing what she did.
I turned over, yawning and the door eased completely
shut. I listened and heard her click the lock on her
own door, just across the hall.
I rose from my bed wearing only drawers and a tee
shirt. I eased my door open and listened at her door.
"Awww. Uuumph. Uuum. Ummm," I could hear her saying
softly. I figured she was crying again. Being about 10
p.m., I was prepared to call Julie and ask her could I
come by and fuck her.
But then I reached down and turned the knob on mom's
door. As I opened it, she lay there pretending as I
had, to be asleep.
She had bathed and put on her long pink cotton
nightgown. She was lying on her right side, with her
left hand inside the gown, clutching her pussy. She was
playing possum and couldn't remove her hand from her
cunt because I had abruptly entered. I know what I
listened to for several minutes outside her door
moments earlier.
I had to be the man this evening. I was hard as a rock
and my dick was trying to bust my drawers.
My courage was high.
"Mama. Are you asleep?" I asked, nudging her shoulder.
She said nothing as she laid there, eyes closed. Her
robe was open at the bottom, where her hand clutched
her pussy. But remember, she couldn't move the hand
because I had opened the door rapidly and she had to
continue faking her sleep.
I then made up my mind, I needed to save her from
herself.
I pulled off my drawers and that 10-inch slab sprung
free, so hard that it slapped my belly like "pop."
I climbed into the bed, laid her flat on her back, all
the while, mama not saying anything and still faking
sleep.
I opened her robe, pushed her hand to the side and
guided the head of my dick through the thick black mat
of hair, plunging in as much as I could straight
forward.
"Oooh. Chuck! What are you doing? You can't do this
Chuck. I'm your mother baby," mama said. "Chuck, get
up. Stop this right now! Let's talk about this honey!
Are you crazy?"
"I'm saving you from yourself," I told her, as I
positioned myself to ease more of my length into her.
Mom was breathing hard saying "Uuumph. Awwww, uumph."
Now she was throwing her pussy upwards, to meet my
thrusts.
I locked into a kiss with her, sucking her sweet
tongue, savoring the taste of the mint flavored
toothpaste she had used earlier.
I could get no more than half of my dick into her. The
remaining part felt like it would burst open if I
couldn't get it seated. But she was dry beyond the
first four inches or so.
I arose from the bed, withdrawing as mom, not sure of
what I was doing started begging, "please Chuck. Don't
stop. Don't stop baby."
I left the bed, cutting on the lights so I could take
in all of her view. Then I l got back in the bed,
laying my head between her legs, sticking my tongue
into her pussy. The light pink colored lips which had
been thin earlier in the day, were now dark red and
thicker. They were engorged inside with blood from the
slight fucking I had given her.
I found her clit and while licking deep inside her
pussy and she moaned, bucked and called my name softly,
I held two finger onto her vagina to give me clear
access to her small little pink clit.
I sucked her clit and she took a deep breath, becoming
more animated. "Aww damn Chuck. Aww damn baby. It's so
good. It's so good baby. Oooh baby, my pussy feels
sooooo good," she said.
Mom grabbed my head as I was eating her pussy, lapping
from top to bottom, licking as far as I could inside
her hole, and sucking and licking her clit altogether.
She was in ecstasy as my hands tweaked her nipples and
rubbed the huge tits.
Now mom used both hands to push the back of my head.
She was holding me firm in her crotch, or pussy as I
drank her juices and prepared her for my complete
entry.
She screamed as she hit the first orgasm, yelling my
name, telling me it was my pussy.
After confirming through the discharge of hot slightly
salty juices that she had cummed, I climbed back on top
of her, spreading her thighs with my knees and re-
entering her vagina.
The look in her eyes, the way she stared so intently
into my eyes, I had only seen once. It was when I took
my girlfriend's virginity. But it was entrancing.
We locked stares as I tried to balance my 6'4'' 200
pound frame so I didn't place too much weight on her. I
supported my weight with my hands until I had gotten
almost halfway in. She grabbed me and pulled me close,
So, I used my elbows now, trying to push all 10 inches
into her.
"Take your time Chuck. Take your time baby. I can't
take it all at once. But I'll get used to it," mom
said.
As I enjoyed the fucking I remembered, everyone else
she had been with had 5 or 6 inches. There was 4 inches
of new pussy waiting for me and I didn't need to rush
it.
After 15 minutes and her cumming twice more, I cummed,
spraying gobs into her, making her flinch and go into
the yelling of my name once more. We lay there,
kissing, caressing and rubbing one another. She was in
utter fulfillment, as was I.
I had laid her on the side, ready to enter her from the
back. The phone rang. It was dad. She answered and they
chatted a while. I pulled out and laid still.
Dad asked for me. Mom called loud as if she was calling
to my room, holding her finger to her lips, urging me
to be quiet. She got up from the bed, pulled me outside
the room and whispered, "Don't act like anything is
going on baby. And you're not telling your daddy what
you saw today, are you? You're not telling on me?"
I said no. I got on the phone. We chatted and dad said
he'd be home Monday night and would call from the
airport when he arrived. Remember, cell phones didn't
exist back then.
After he hung up, mom and I continued to fuck from the
rear as I'm watching my dick disappear into the most
lovely pussy I'd ever seen. She cummed, I cummed and we
rested a few minutes, then got up and took a shower
together and I fucked her from the back as we did so.
She cummed as did I again. But neither of us was
satisfied. It was not quite midnight on Saturday night.
We were hungry and decided after the shower we'd go to
IHOP for breakfast, come back home and fuck more.
That way, we'd have strength to fuck the next morning
before we had to get up.
On the way from IHOP, I had mom to pull off her panties
and I finger fucked her all the way home, as that
lavender skirt rode up her big, pretty thighs. She was
more than wet when we walked through the door.
We hit the bed, fucked in all positions and about 3
a.m., fell asleep. Next morning about 10 a.m., I could
smell coffee brewing in the kitchen. But the pair of
lips that surrounded my dick was the big stimulator.
Mom was sucking my dick without abandon. I had never
cummed in a woman's mouth before. This morning was my
first time and it was heavenly.
We went to the grocery store, came home and cooked and
fucked. I fucked mom seven times that day. I didn't
know I had so much energy.
We fucked like that every chance we got. At least five
times a week we had hard fuck sessions like that. I
either fucked mom or got blow jobs every day for the
next two years.
And when I graduated high school, lucky for us, my
scholarship was at the local university. So instead of
staying on campus, I opted to stay at home, keeping the
fire hot for my dad though he didn't know it.
By the way, I resumed my fucking of the widow Callaway.
She's now 68 and has some of the best pussy I ever had.
Now, I'm 40, and have a family of my own. Mom and dad
do their fair amount of traveling. Dad works 40 hours
or less a week, thought he doesn't have to. And every
so often mom feels the heat and she calls me up and I
go by, or she comes to see me and I give her the king
sized hotdog therapy. It's been a great thing too. You
see, she hasn't had an affair on dad since we started.
I'm confident that we chose the lesser evil over her
being out of control and getting caught. This way we
can keep the family together always.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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