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Saving Mother's Life
by Cody Ray (stroker374@aol.com)

***

A teenager accidentally fucks his mother as he tussles 
with her to keep her from driving drunk. (F/M-teen, nc, 
inc, alochol)

***

I had seen a lot of things. Some things a child should 
never have seen, but I did, as did my brother Skip.

My mom, Mae Frances, was 36 and very pretty. Mom stood 
5'9''had long blond, curly hair and huge tits. She was 
slim and shapely.

Dad was tall like us. He was a good looking guy who 
earned well working as an aviation mechanic, repairing 
and maintaining aircraft engines.

Mom was a waitress and she had been fooling around on 
dad for a couple of years when he discovered it.

I was 17 the Sunday night when dad discovered her 
infidelity. Mom's men friends would call the house, let 
the telephone ring twice and then hang-up on weekends 
when they wanted to see her.

And she would always have an excuse, something she 
needed to get from the store as she would down a few 
shots of liquor, then leave and come back all tired and 
would bathe and go to bed.

Well, dad who worked nights Monday through Friday, had 
noticed a pattern. And this particular Sunday evening, 
he followed mom when she left.

Within an hour they both had pulled into the driveway 
and came into the house, fussing, fighting like grown 
men, slugging one another and of course, mom got the 
worst of it.

She had two black eyes and a busted lip. My brother and 
I begged dad to stop beating her as she tried to fight 
back getting knocked against the kitchen door. I 
remember well, her trying to make it to their bedroom 
and dad punching her in the back of the head, knocking 
her to the floor, then kicking her.

It was all too much to imagine. We both grabbed a hold 
of dad, screaming and begging him to please stop. 
Everyone was in tears, even dad as he went over the 
line that night.

Finally dad stopped and he started blurting out that 
she was a whore, a stupid bitch and everything else he 
could say. Dad told us about mom's ruse, the telephone 
calls, and who he had caught her with.

Dad had followed her to a motel and watched as she went 
into a room. He waited about 10 minutes, then knocked 
on the door, telling them someone was stealing the 
lady's car, the car of the woman who had just entered 
the room, while muffling his voice.

The guy ran out pulling on his boxer shorts and mom was 
standing behind him totally nude. Dad beat them both, 
before forcing mom to leave, shoving her into the car.

It was totally embarrassing because the neighbors had 
heard them fighting and screaming in the driveway and 
they were listening at their windows. Me and Skip were 
in total shock too. It was a horrible scene.

This was the worse we'd ever seen it get. My brother 
felt bad because he was three days away from leaving 
for the Navy. I was in my first year at the local 
community college.

I must admit, seeing mom standing there with her 
swollen bloody lips brought on some anger towards my 
dad. But I really felt like yelling at her, 'Fucking 
Whore!"

Why was mom doing something so stupid? Why didn't one 
of us say something early on about her behavior? I 
wished we would have stopped her early on, but she had 
been doing this so long, it had become second nature 
for her to just up and leave when she got ready, go 
fuck her lover and come back home.

After they had settled down, dad slept on the couch and 
mom went to their room, turning up that bottle of Wild 
Turkey. My brother and I talked about it in our room 
until late before we went to bed.

My dad was a good guy. He worked hard for his family 
and felt really hurt to have his wife messing around on 
him, especially with the frequency my mother was doing 
it. We forgave him because we understood what it was 
like to feel that kind of pain.

Skip told me, "Don, you've got to stay at home instead 
of the campus. If you're not here and he catches her 
again, dad's going to kill her. You've got to keep her 
from getting drunk and doing that again."

I told him I would live at home and assured him I would 
take care of mom the best I could.

The next couple days went on as usual, except mom had 
to take off work for three days until her eyes healed. 
Then Skip left and we all took him to the recruiter's 
office and waved bye as he entered the bus and they 
went away.

Dad went to work that evening, his usual 4 p.m. until 1 
a.m.

Only minutes after dad left, the telephone rang twice 
and mom looked at me. Before I knew anything, I blurted 
out, "Mom, you'd better not. Dad's going to kill you 
the next time he catches you messing around."

Mom sat, stunned that I would have even figured out the 
code her lovers used. She asked what I was talking 
about and I reminded her of what had happened the night 
they fought. How dad had figured out her little game. I 
told her dad had neighbors looking out for him too and 
they knew to follow her when she left the house.

She looked to be in dismay and remained at the house. 
About 30 minutes later, the caller did the same thing. 
Over the next few hours it happened every 20 minutes or 
so.

Then dad called home to check on us. He asked me if 
anyone had called. I lied and said no. We chatted a 
while and he went back to work.

Mom had already begun sipping her Wild Turkey after 
dinner and she was somewhat buzzed. She wanted to leave 
each time the phone rang. She began taking gulps of 
liquor and her eyes were turning red.

Then she asked me who was looking out for dad. I told 
her I didn't know. But I had heard him on the telephone 
talking to two people, saying when her car moved, 
follow her and call him when they discovered where she 
was going.

I took a bath and afterwards, heard mom talking low on 
the telephone, telling her lover how she wanted to 
come, but dad was watching her.

I went to my room and lifted the extension and heard 
the rest of the conversation. The damn guy was 
insisting that he sneak through the back door around 11 
p.m. and that mom get me, her almost grown son, to go 
to bed! I was floored!

It was about 9 p.m. then. I put on my pajamas and went 
back to the family room, watching television with mom.

She kept looking at the clock when finally she said she 
had to run to the store. She picked up the keys and 
headed to the door.

I ran to the door, blocking it and said, "Oh no you're 
not. I know what's going on mom. That guy is going to 
get you killed messing around because dad is going to 
catch you."

She went on lying that she needed cigarettes. I told 
her she a carton in the refrigerator where she kept 
them. She sat down, thinking of another lie. Then she 
took her bath, dressed in her nightgown and said she 
was turning in for the night.

I was relieved and went to my bedroom and laid down. I 
heard the telephone ring again and she answered it 
quickly. I picked up the extension and listened again.

She told the guy she would meet him in the parking lot 
of the Derby Lounge in a few minutes. I was getting 
tired of this shut, losing my rest to save her ass. It 
was 10:32 p.m. and mom peaked into my room, called my 
name and I said nothing, acting like I was asleep.

She eased the door shut and I got up and followed her 
down the hall. When she was about to open the garage 
door, rage overtook me and I pushed the door shut, 
grabbed the keys and she started a tussle, trying to 
get the keys back.

I knew whatever I did, I had to keep her from leaving 
because I knew Mr. Miller, who lives next door and who 
often beat his wife, had been telling my dad mom was 
messing around and that dad needed to 'whip her goddamn 
ass to stop that shit,' and would giggle that women 
didn't know you loved them until you 'beat sense in 
their damn heads.'

In the midst of our tussle, mom's gown popped open 
revealing not even a pair of panties. She was drunk and 
going at it for all she was worth.

Under normal circumstances, I would never have grabbed 
ahold of my mom. But the flashbacks of what had 
happened Sunday night made me do what I had to so long 
as it meant my dad didn't ever hit her again. The 
thoughts too, that dad would have killed her if we 
weren't there were too much. She couldn't leave and 
give dad reason to do it again.

I didn't want to hurt her, so I continued to let her 
flail around and reach for the keys when I got behind 
her, as she kept struggling.

The sight of her body and the feel of it rubbing 
against me was too much and I got an instant hard on.

Mom now seemed to be grinding into my body as my dick 
rested lengthwise along the crack of her ass. I knew 
she was feeling it because I had to hold her tight to 
try and control her until I talked sense into her.

Then she suddenly stopped tussling, pulled away from me 
and turned around and begged me, "please give me the 
keys darling? Please?"

I told her no, as she stood there breathing hard, her 
gown wide open and her hands on her hips, oblivious to 
the fact that she was totally nude for the first time 
in front of me.

Then she took off the gown, tossed it to the floor. 
"You want to know why I have to see my boyfriend? Your 
dad doesn't do anything with this," she said, flailing 
her arms in the air, turning around for me.

"See, even you think I'm nice the way your thing is 
standing up," mom said as she looked at my dick. I was 
in shock hearing the words that my mother said, coupled 
with seeing her standing there nude. I'm telling you, I 
think about that moment every day of my life.

Then mom took a step closer and hugged me, then pushed 
me against the door and asked for the keys again.

I can't remember if I was crying, but I continued to 
beg her not to do it – please stay home because dad was 
going to find out if she left and he would go crazy 
next time. He was wounded. He already felt bad about 
having to wear mechanics uniforms to work, knowing that 
mom waited on men who dressed in suits, who had 
prestige and who obviously had been flirting with her.

Then she backed up and asked me again, "Please baby. 
Give me the keys. I won't be long. I just need to see 
my friend tonight," as she grabbed her hair in 
frustration.

Mom then told me, "Very well, then I'll walk," as she 
came toward the door. I spread my body across the door 
and yelled, "No mom, he'll kill you next time!"

She grabbed the keys from my hand and turned as I 
reached for them. We wound up tussling again and 
somehow fell to the floor, where her gown flailed open 
again.

As I reached for the keys, she stretched out and I was 
reaching for her hand, the same position with my dick 
resting along the crack of her ass. The waistband of my 
white athletic shorts slipped and I felt the head of my 
dick penetrate her.

Mom stopped moving and sort of jumped, we both stared 
at each other. It was a mistake, and I thought "oh 
shit!" but before I could back away and apologize, mom 
pushed backwards onto my dick.

Mom hollered, "Oooh baby, Damn!"

She thrust back farther and I was getting deep inside 
of her. I begun thrusting in and out of her wet, black 
hair covered pussy. She turned to kiss me passionately 
as I lay there thrusting in and out of her.

After a few seconds, probably less than a minute, I got 
scared and jumped up, apologizing.

Mom pulled me back onto her -back onto the cold tile 
floor.

She grabbed me tight around the waist, guiding my dick 
back into her as she lay on her back, her legs laid 
alongside mine and she started to work her body, 
jerking in spasms. Then she moaned, "Aaaah," as she 
came the first time within minutes.

I got up, kneeled between her legs and began taking 
long laps on her pussy, sucking her clitoris as my 
fingers played with her big brown nipples.

She moaned and moaned and I felt her cum again. I 
backed off just enough to see her fluid coming out of 
her. I began again delicately licking her pussy, giving 
full attention to each component, the lips, the clit, 
the space between her pussy and her asshole.

Then I rimmed her asshole, sending more sparks through 
her. I got back on top of her and her red eyes were 
glazed over now. Mom wasn't saying anything as I re-
mounted her, taking her long nipples into my mouth 
alternating them, as I slow fucked her.

She closed her eyes and moaned, holding me around my 
neck. Then I began to kiss her again as I fucked her 
deep, making her say, "Aaaah, oooh," with every other 
thrust.

After about 10 minutes, I was ready to cum. I grabbed 
mom's thighs, lifting them as high as I could get them 
and began to ram deep and hard into her.

She acted like a possessed child now, biting my lips 
and cussing, 'Dammit, oooh shit, you motherfucker! 
Fucking me... like this... my... son... fucking... 
ooooh, fucking me like this!"

I jammed into her as my cum fired. She started shaking 
and talking loud. "Ooooh my pussy... Soooo good baby... 
my pussy... so good... Damn!"

I lowered her legs and laid there continuing to fuck 
her for all I was worth. The tile floor was a mess 
beneath her ass. It was wet and slippery and she was 
sliding around on the cum that we both had loosed.

I got up, pulled her up and we took a few steps to the 
edge of the couch. I put her on her knees and placed 
her gown beneath her knees to cushion her. I held her 
ass up and entered her from the back. This time it was 
a mercy fucking. I had to cum again to make my dick 
soft.

I reached around her, playing with her tits, then 
playing with her clit. She was talking loud, cumming 
all over again.

"Dick so big...dick... so... dick... dick... dick so 
good baby," mom was saying.

"I'm so weak baby... wore me out... mama's weak baby," 
she said as she lowered her head, looking around at me.

I kissed her, sucking that tongue and picked up the 
pace, grabbed the hams of her ass and started lifting 
her slightly as I fucked her hard from the rear. I came 
again, holding her close to me, ensuring every ounce of 
my seed was as deep into her as I could place it.

I laid there on her back, kissing her neck, us both 
breathing hard, sweating like hell. Mom giggled.

"Baby, I can't believe what happened. Can you?"

"No mom. I can't believe it either. But I've wanted it 
to happen for a long time. And I hope it continues to 
happen," I said.

"It will baby. It will happen," mom said as we laid 
there, my dick still lingering inside of her as she 
wiped sweat from my face.

We got up, headed straight to the bathroom and she cut 
on the water. I took a quick bath first as she prepared 
a bottle of Massengill douche.

I watched as she squatted over the toilet, injecting 
the douche into her pussy. She sat down on the stool 
and released the douche that filled her.

"Look at all the young cum that was in me," she said 
laughing. I looked into the stool and was surprised at 
the whitish liquid that came from her. She repeated the 
process several times and my dick was hard again.

She told me I had to keep that one to myself because it 
was too late. She got into the tub and bathed while I 
sat there admiring her body.

We talked about what had happened and set the ground 
rules for what was to come. We wondered if a mother and 
son anywhere else in the world had ever had sex. It was 
strange for sure.

We kissed as she fetched up the soiled towels and 
cleaned the tile on the floor where our cum was still 
in liquid form.

She placed the items into the washing machine and cut 
it on, then we kissed as she laid on her bed. I bent 
down, kissed each breast one more time and then placed 
a long kiss onto her pubic mound and onto the lips of 
her pussy.

I went to sleep as soon as I hit the bed and dreamed of 
our lovemaking throughout the night.

Next morning mom was up moving around, getting ready 
for work as I rose. Dad was asleep on the couch.

Mom and I spoke and I headed to the table to get the 
oatmeal, toast and bacon she had prepared.

We waved each other goodbye and she headed off. I got 
dressed and went to school.

Later that day, when I arrived from school, dad was 
getting ready for work.

He and I talked. Dad asked me if anyone had called, if 
the familiar cheaters telephone rings had occurred. I 
told him no. I said mom had sat there all evening, 
reading a book, watching television and chatting with 
me before we both went to bed.

Dad told me he wanted me to stick around the house more 
if I could because it might deter mom from wanting to 
"get loose in the ass."

I told dad if I thought mom was about to cheat on him, 
I would say something to her or call him and let him 
know. Dad lit up from ear to ear and hugged me, saying, 
"Boy sometimes a man got to be a man and stand up to a 
woman regardless of who she is. She knew better than 
doing what she did. I hope she doesn't do it again or 
one of us is leaving this house."

"Dad, neither of you are going anywhere. You need to 
spend more time together and just get back to the way 
you used to be. She loves you. She just made a stupid 
mistake and I don't think she'll do it again," I told 
dad.

He was happy, "Boy I guess you're right. Anyway, just 
sort of keep an eye out for me and if something 
happens, you know to call and tell them to come and get 
me right then."

I said OK, and as dad was sitting at the table eating, 
mom walked in and spoke. She walked to dad and kissed 
him on the cheek and passed him a new lunch box, red 
with a nice thermos.

Dad smiled a little more, then returned the peck on the 
cheek. He got up and left, heading to work.

As soon as dad had been gone for 10 minutes or so, mom 
and I raced to each other, kissing and feeling each 
other up.

We were in the family room, next to the kitchen and I 
pulled mom's blue skirt up, exposing her panties and 
panty hose. I pulled down them both and inhaled her 
musky scent. She asked me to let her bathe first. But 
it was too intoxicating.

I could not wait, so I began licking her pussy as she 
stood over me. Mom got me to let her sit on the couch 
where I continued my assault on her pussy lips. Then I 
sucked in her clit and held the long thing in my lips 
as I sucked and flicked it with my tongue.

She got off immediately. I pulled down my pants and 
pulled her onto the floor. We fucked like that right 
there for the next 15 minutes or so until I came.

We got up, both showered together and fucked in the 
shower. We ate dinner, and lost all inhibitions as we 
spent the rest of the evening fucking in my bed.

Mom quit drinking days after our first encounter. Over 
a period of months, she got more lovely because her 
skin on her face filled out and became clearer.

We continued the same kind of fucking for the next five 
years. After I graduated, I was still a fixture there 
until I got married. By then dad had changed and 
started to treat mom better. So she's satisfied with 
her life.

Now and then mom and I will still fuck because she's 
still a hot blonde headed woman with a lot of curly 
black pussy hair.

Now we don't spend as much time as we used to. Mom 
comes over and sees the grandkids or I'll go there and 
for some reason, dad always feels better when mom is at 
our house or I'm visiting over there. It's been years 
and they've made up. But I don't think dad ever really 
trusted mom to be alone after that Sunday when he 
caught her in the motel room.

My wife enjoys mom and dad's company. But she 
especially enjoys it when mom comes over to relieve her 
of babysitting duties.

It allows my wife the time to spend chatting and 
hanging out with her sorority sisters.

I don't recommend what happened in my life to anyone 
else. What happened with me was an evil thing – to 
commit incest. But it was the right thing to do at the 
time. It's a decision on the part of me and mom that 
saved their marriage and probably saved her life after 
she got busted by my dad.

I have no doubts had my dad caught her again, he would 
have killed her or the person she was with. It took him 
some time to get over the fact that she had been 
cheating. But I helped him through it with small talk 
and by giving my mother in private, what she had going 
out into the streets to get.

I don't regret it. But as I said, I don't recommend 
anyone else do it. It's certainly not the activity of a 
normal family.

It has affected me somewhat because it's a secret I 
carry everywhere I go and it's something that I have 
thought about every single day of my life.

END

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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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