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My Thai Mother
by Anonymous (address withheld)

***

A mixed breed American boy had a Thai mother. When he 
turned 20, his father died and he moved to Thailand to 
be with his mother. He was eager for new sexual 
experiences that included a visit to a sex parlour and 
watching his mother fucked by some man. (MF, inc, 
prost, asian)

***

My story is like Oliver Stone' movie Heaven and Earth, 
where you are trapped between two worlds. My name is 
TJ, and I am 22 years old. I am a 'luk kreung', which 
means a mixed breed. I'm Half Thai and Half American 
and look like a Mexican. My father visited Thailand in 
his young days. He fell for a Thai girl named Areva and 
married her. 

Soon, I was born and my parents moved to USA. For many 
years onwards my parents kept moving back and forth 
between the two countries. As a boy I hated Thailand 
because it was so hot there that it makes summer in 
California feel like winter.

When I was growing up, I remember my mother asking me 
once, what nationality I was. My answer was, "I'm 
American." She was not happy with answer and reminded 
me about my Thai link. As I grew older, I became more 
aware of my ethnicity. But I sort of rebelled in a 
sense. I didn't really want to be Thai. 

Most of the food my mom cooked when I was young was 
Thai food and I didn't like it. My mother tried to 
teach me Thai at home by speaking Thai. She was not 
very successful. Although I did learn such key phrases 
as, "I'm hungry!" and "Gimme money!" I remember once 
that my mom told me that she wouldn't speak to me 
unless I speak Thai to her. 

I never thought of making Thailand my home country but 
Luck was smiling on me. When I was 20 my father died in 
a car accident. It took some time for mother and me to 
come over our loss. After some financial settlements my 
mother decided to go back to Thailand. At that stage it 
was not possible for me to live on my own in USA. She 
asked me to go along with her and I agreed. One factor 
that led to help me in making my decision was the 
behavior of the some of my white friends who used to 
call me a 'gook' even if they were joking. 

When I returned to Bangkok, I got a special treatment - 
but I was not one of them. I was a stranger who was 
familiar with Thai way of life, but not a part of it. 
When you have grown up in an entirely different 
country, you are no longer one of them but a visitor 
instead. Even though my mother's family tried hard to 
make me feel welcomed, most of the time I did felt like 
an outsider. 

After spending some time with her family my mother 
bought a house of her own in Bangkok. The house had a 
sprit house in it according to Thai tradition but both 
mother and me paid no attention to it. Some of our 
neighbors told us that ignoring the sprit house might 
bring bad luck to us but we took it lightly. 

Like all boys I was close to my mother. The 
relationship was normal apart from a few incidents that 
happen in the life of everyone. I recall catching her, 
seemingly by accident, in various states of undress, as 
I'd pass by her open bedroom door. She'd be sitting on 
the edge of her bed, drawing her stockings up her legs, 
or sitting at her dressing table in her skirt but no 
blouse. 

Each time I walked by she'd yelp and try to cover 
herself from my view. It happened too often to have 
always been innocent. Unlike many Thai women my mother 
has a pale skin like Chinese women. She is not the 
supermodel type, but something about her makes her very 
sexy to all the men that see her. She is not tall but 
due to a slim frame appeared tall. She is slim but has 
nice flesh on all the right places. 

I had some sexual experience but it could be called 
elementary compared to the experience I was about to 
receive. One thing I immediately noted after settling 
in Bangkok was easy availability of sex. I visited a 
MASSAGE PARLOR named Tulip with one of my Thai cousins. 
My cousin made the conversation and soon both of us 
were offered two girls. 

The girl I got was very slim and had a lovely smile. 
She walked ahead of me up the two flights of stairs, 
showing leg under her mini-dress. Then she took me to a 
room with no mirrors but a single bed and shower. She 
left me for a minute to get her box of tools and order 
a Singha (beer) for me. 

When she came back, I had stripped to my knickers. She 
started to take off her clothes. She was Slim, small-
breasted and had a nice small bush of almost straight 
pubic hair. Then, since I was standing, she knelt down 
and peeled my knickers off my already grown member. She 
gave me a big grin, then put her mouth over me, and 
started sucking enthusiastically. That was Lovely sight 
as her head bobbing up and down and her ass was 
sticking out slightly. At this rate, it wouldn't last. 
I stopped her, and said "Shower? Pai douai?" (Go 
together) Sure.

She started washing me, turned me around, started 
washing my back and bottom, knelt down and licked my 
anus. She wrapped her hands around my cock while she 
did this, and started stroking it, then crawled between 
my legs to the front and started taking me into her 
mouth again, sucking first slowly and tantalizing, then 
more vigorously. I pulled her up, and she kissed me wet 
and sloppily, with lots of tongue action. Then I knelt 
down, washed her pussy, rinsed it with the shower, and 
started sucking it. I didn't want to come in the 
shower, so I got out and dried myself while she 
finished her washing.

When she got out, I was going to wrap her in the towel, 
but she brushed it aside and jumped me, wrapping her 
arms and legs around me and laughing loudly, making me 
all wet again. Eventually, we ended up on the bed. She 
wanted to suck me, but I needed to slow down, so I 
rolled her on her back and dove between her legs. Slim 
legs folded all the way back, exposing a lovely small 
pussy and tight anal hole. After a few minutes of world 
favorite sport, I tickled her anal hole, and inserted a 
little bit of finger. She made appreciative noises, so 
I inserted a finger in each hole, while continuing to 
lick her. After a few more minutes of this, she either 
came or made a good act of it.

She wanted to suck me, so I turned her 69 above me. She 
was a very expert fellationist, and the sight of her 
nether parts made it all the more exciting. I inserted 
my fingers back into her two orifices, and she 
indicated she enjoyed that. Then she took over. 

She put me on my back; spread my legs wide, and sat in 
between them. She covered her chest in lube, her 
nipples hard now, took both my feet and made me rub her 
breasts with the soles, while with her hands massaged 
my cock and anal hole. I was rock-hard, and started 
thinking about a condom. But she continued to take 
charge, grabbed my right foot and started sucking my 
big toe! 

With one hand, she kept stroking me. Then she grabbed 
some more lube, applied it to her cunt, and inserted my 
big toe into her! I slipped in, and wriggled it a bit. 
She squirmed and moaned, continuing to stroke my cock. 
Then she sucked my other big toe, deftly removed the 
right big toe from her cunt, and inserted it into her 
third hole, then followed up by putting my left big toe 
in her cunt. A double big toe fuck! Another first for 
me! I never thought they'd go in at the same time. I 
could feel the other toe through the membrane.

All the while she'd gone back to her manipulation of my 
crotch, while I stroked her nipples. I wriggled both 
toes, and slightly pulled them in and out. I was 
worried about my toenails hurting her though, and about 
coming in her hands, so eventually I disengaged. 

She put the condom on me and sank down on me, taking me 
all the way into her cunt. Some hard fucking followed, 
with her on top, and then she turned around and took me 
in again, this time with her ass towards me, and 
started bopping up and down rapidly. The sight of her 
little tight third hole was too much, and I slowed her 
down so I could put my finger back in.

A minute later, she pulled me out of her and inserted 
me into her ass, slowly sinking down on me. After a 
while we turned around, her face down on the bed, and 
she pulled me back into her ass. Then she closed her 
legs, and squeezed her sphincter. That eventually 
proved too much for me and I came with a roar. I 
slipped out of her, and she turned around, with a huge 
grin on her face. "Good?" Absolutely. I cannot find the 
words to describe how good.

After a swig of beer, a smoke and some small talk, she 
cleaned me up a bit with some tissues. I suggested 
maybe having another shower because we were covered in 
sweat, lube and body liquids, but she shrugged and 
said, "I clean you." Then she slowly started to lick 
me, and soon was concentrating the licking action 
mainly on my slowly reviving member.

Anyway, I'll save you the detail... we had another 
round, in which I was inserted into each of her three 
holes, in a variety of positions. It was big event but 
the biggest event was waiting for me in my home. 

***

In Bangkok I started a part-time construction job in a 
firm run by one of my Thai Relatives. I used to go from 
home in morning and return back in the evening. On a 
particular day the work came to a standstill due to the 
lack of concrete. I left the job place at twelve 
thirty. Arriving home, unexpectedly, I found a car 
parked in our driveway. To my amazement the front door 
of the house was open but my mother was not in her 
room. There was a small basement in our house that was 
not used by us. Moving towards the basement stairs I 
heard voices from below.

I slowly and quietly descended the stairs into an area 
from where I could see inside. I saw my mother and a 
man sitting on a couch. My mother was wearing a pink 
cotton tank top and a short pink cotton skirt. She 
looked very sexy. The man was a family friend named 
Bruce. He helped us in finding the house in which we 
were living. As I watched, he put his arm around mom's 
shoulder and drew her to his kiss. She readily 
responded and I could tell by the way her cheeks moved 
in and out that she was fervently giving and sucking 
tongue.

I took advantage of their mutual involvement to improve 
my position of observation. My heart was pounding like 
a runaway jackhammer. A swarm of bees was churning in 
my lower belly causing an erection. God, my mother was 
displaying her passionate and wanton side. Bruce's 
right slid down to knead her left tit and she raised 
her arm to his shoulder to allow him access. Almost 
immediately her nipple responded by pushing a small 
pointed tent in the material of her shirt. Bruce's hand 
began alternating between my mother's big tits; each 
now proudly displaying a hardened nipple.

Mom's mouth continued to assault his lips, neck, ears 
even his eyes it was like she wanted to eat him alive. 
She grouped for his manhood and she stroked and 
squeezed what, through the pants fabric, appeared to be 
a considerable size piece of meat. As mom wiggled 
around on the furniture her skirt continued to bunch up 
until I had an unrestricted view of her cotton-covered 
pussy. A moist groove extended down the front of her 
panties caused by the cotton stretching over the big 
spongy outer lips of her labia. Her pale thighs were 
spread wide to allow Bruce access to her cauldron of 
desire.

Mother removed Bruce's hand from her breast and placed 
it on her cunt. As he manipulated her vulva she broke 
her embrace, sat up a bit and in one swift motion she 
removed her top and tossed it on Bruce's suit coat. She 
then unclasped the bra. Her mammary swung into sight 
with hard pink nipples sticking out demanding to be 
sucked. She fed one rigid nipple into Bruce's mouth 
while he continued to rub and squeeze her pussy. Soon 
my mother's hand started to unbuckle and unzip this 
man's trousers. Bruce raised his body to allow mom to 
pull down his pants and his underwear.

What protruded from a forest of dark hair at the bottom 
of Bruce's stomach was a long, thick, circumcised cock 
with a head like a small shiny red apple. Mother 
caressed it lovingly with he pink tipped fingers before 
reaching under the base to heft his big balls. She then 
stood up and peeled off her remaining clothes. At the 
same time Bruce removed his shirt and shoes. Like some 
jerk in a porn film he kept on his socks. 

Bruce slouched down on the couch and mom turned about 
ninety degrees facing him. The position gave me a 
terrific view of the magnificent globes of her ass but 
still exposed most of her left tittie. Every thing 
seemed to be moving; Bruce's dick was bobbing around, 
mom's breast was swaying and her ass was jiggling. This 
was the most sexually exciting day of my life. I was 
about to watch my very own mother get fucked by a man 
who was not my father and who possessed a very big 
cock. 

My mother slipped to her knees, bent over and engulfed 
that cock in her mouth. Her jaws seemed stretched to 
their limit as she tried to take it in and out with 
some kind of sucking motion. While she was doing this I 
was slowly stroking my own meat and watching her saliva 
run down his shaft. As she bent to the attack I could 
see her pussy very plainly. Between the swollen outer 
lips the delicate petals were slightly agape and shiny 
with the wet of her juices. She was very, very hot.

After sucking the cock for some time she laid back and 
pulled Bruce on top of her. I could see her hand snake 
between the two bodies and guide the large instrument 
to her molten cunt. There had been a continuing dialog 
of moans, grunts and endearments during the continuous 
foreplay but a new intensity erupted when that red hot 
behemoth started to enter her willing pussy.

"Oh god, fuck me! Aggggg! More, more! Yessss!"

There was no hesitancy or shame in my mother's pleading 
just pure animal lust. To her this was a fuck like no 
other and right now she wanted it more than anything in 
the world!

Bruce altered the tempo from quick to agonizing slow; 
withdrawing until only the tip of the head was in mom's 
hot cunt. She was in a frenzy and they were both 
nearing the boil over.

She wrapped her pretty legs around his back and bucked 
her cunt against his violation. I could hear the squish 
and slap of wet body parts as they crashed there sweaty 
bodies together. They were now both very close.

Then without preamble mom stopped Bruce and told him to 
sit up on the edge of the couch.

"I want every bit of you in me."

With that she bent over and swirled he tongue around 
the head. Her ass pointed toward me and I could now see 
her cunt was really gaping open from Bruce's 
penetration. Her tits were hanging down and Bruce had 
one in each hand bouncing them up and down and pulling 
on the extended nipples.

My mother's body was covered in a fine layer of sexual 
perspiration that made her shine in the lamplight. At 
that moment she was the most beautiful thing I had ever 
seen. I was on the very edge of coming all over myself. 
I squeezed my cock hard until I regained some measure 
of control.

My mother turned to face me and straddled Bruce's legs. 
Reaching beneath her dripping womanhood she once again 
guided that enormous lance into her valley. She started 
to ride that log with wild abandon; her legs moving up 
and down piston-like and her jugs flying about in all 
directions. All this taking place not ten feet from 
where I stood with my dick in my hand.

The tempo was increasing and the screams and moans from 
both mom and Bruce were starting to run together 
Bruce's legs started to stiffen and I could see 
mother's stomach tense up and her pink tipped toes 
start to dig into the carpet. She was emitting an 
almost continuous whimper as she started her orgasm.

Throwing her head back, I saw a look of shock register 
on my mother's face as our eyes met across the ten foot 
space. She now knew I was there but was beyond caring 
as her body was wracked with a tremendous orgasm. Bruce 
had begun to deposit streams of hot cum in my mom more 
deeply than she had ever been fucked before.

My mother sat gasping and grinding herself onto the 
largest cock she had ever enjoyed. The veins stuck out 
on her neck and the skin on her face, neck and breasts 
was scarlet and wet with sex sweat. Whimpering guttural 
sounds issued from her throat and her eyes fixed my 
own. At one with the scene, I stroked myself the final 
few times. My body turned taut as a bowstring and my 
first rope of seamen shot beyond the furnace to land on 
the carpet. My mother's eyes follow the trajectory and 
then met my gaze with a warm smile and one finger to 
her lips. The age old caution to be quiet.

As passion subsided my mother disengaged her self from 
her lover. Soon he was dressing and with some kissing 
and fondling of my mom he left. I moved in time to let 
him go. As I saw him his car away I went back to 
basement. My Mom was still there and she was still 
nude. 

She saw me coming but said nothing. She watched my eyes 
roaming down her body, stopping at her breasts, then 
down further to the dark tuft of hair peeking out 
between her legs. She instantly brought her legs 
tightly together in an attempt to conceal her 
womanhood. I looked up again, only to watch her eyes 
drop down to my hardened cock.

'Oh...' she whispered.

We all face moments that change the course of our 
lives. If we make one decision, things turn out 
completely different from the direction another 
decision would take. This was one of those moments. All 
of those years, all of those 'casual' glimpses of her, 
especially what had just happened, seeing the V between 
her legs, her bare ass... everything came together at 
once for me. Trembling, my heart pounding, I reached 
out and took hold of her wrists. I kissed her neck as 
she tried to free herself from my embrace.

"Don't do that, please."

She took a step back from me, and asked me to stop. I 
pulled her arms away from her body until I could see 
those two luscious breasts. She moved back until she 
was pressed up against the wall. I let go of her wrists 
and brought my hands to her breasts. She gasped as she 
felt my fingers close around them and squeeze. She 
swatted at my arms, twisting her shoulders to try and 
break free from the grip I had on her. I pushed her 
shoulders back against the wall, pinning her there with 
one arm across her chest. 

I cupped her bare breast in the palm of my free hand 
and lifted it to my mouth. I pressed my lips against 
her nipple, sensing the hot skin and the roughness of 
the dark areola surrounding the thick nub. I opened my 
mouth and greedily pressed her flesh inside until my 
cheeks were bulging. I sucked and sucked and sucked 
until I could feel that hard nipple touch the back of 
my throat. I kept my mouth full of her and pressed my 
face into her other breast, nuzzling it through the 
lace cup.

I began to sense that she was no longer struggling 
against me. I felt her hand come up to the back of my 
head, felt her fingers press my face against her. 
Slowly she reached up and tugged the other bra strap 
down off her shoulder and let the cup slide down, 
exposing her other breast to me. Wordlessly, she lifted 
the other globe and rubbed it against my face. 

My mouth was full; my entire face was smothered by the 
expanse of my mother's breasts. I sucked harder, 
pulling even more of her into my mouth. I lifted my 
chin and looked up into her face, her breast stretched 
taut. Her cheeks were flushed. There was sheen of 
dampness on her forehead. She was biting her bottom 
lip.

Our eyes locked. Keeping her hand on the back of my 
head, she slid down the wall a little then reached down 
between my legs. Electricity surged through my body as 
I felt her fingers take hold of my throbbing cock 
through my pants. She reached out and fumbled with the 
zipper but eventually got it open. Another charge fired 
through me when her fingers wrapped around my bare cock 
and drew it out into the open. 

Her gaze never wavering from my face, she began to 
stroke me, sometimes squeezing me tightly or thumbing 
the tip of my erection. I had to let her breast fall 
from my mouth. My breathing was beginning to quicken, 
it was hard to get enough air with all of that flesh 
stuffed in. She lifted her breast to my face and 
pressed it to my cheek. I nuzzled her cleavage; let her 
skin cover my eyes. Her grip on my cock remained firm. 
She kept stroking me, sending electric shocks through 
my body.

Slowly she straightened her legs and stood away from 
the wall. Pushing me back, she took my hand and led me 
over to bed. She sat down on the edge, facing me. In a 
daze, I felt her legs move around me until they were 
behind my own. She tightened her thighs against me. She 
took hold of my arms and drew me down toward her as she 
lay back onto the bed. 

I followed her, pressing my chest into her belly. My 
face was just above her breasts. She arched her back 
and then took hold and lifted both breasts up to me. I 
pushed my face down between them. She flattened them 
against my cheeks and I reveled in the feel of her 
luscious body enveloping my face. I withdrew and looked 
closely at the nipples being held a few inches from my 
face. They were a deep brown colour, the edges made 
well-defined circles at the tips of the full, rounded 
mounds. 

I saw the many dimples that were scattered around the 
two areolas. In the centre of each was a long nipple, 
standing up thick and hard. I bent forward and brushed 
my nose against each one. She shivered. I extended my 
tongue and slowly and deliberately licked her nipples, 
feeling her body shudder with each stroke. She began to 
squirm under the weight of my body lying on top of her. 
She arched her back to me even more, motioning for me 
to suck her breasts.

I had to stop for a moment and think about what was 
happening. Here I was, lying on top of my own mother, 
between her legs. Her long legs were wrapped around 
behind me. She lay there, holding her bare breasts up 
to my face, expectantly waiting for me to take each one 
into my mouth. I slowly looked down at her legs, then 
up to her breasts, then up to her face. 

Again she lifted her breasts to me. Keeping my eyes 
locked with hers, I lowered my head and opened my mouth 
to take her nipples between my lips. She forced her 
breasts together so that both nipples were close 
together. I was actually able to suck both of them at 
the same time. She shuddered violently as I drew both 
into my mouth at once. I sucked hard, running my tongue 
over the stiff nubs. She was breathing hard, her chest 
heaving. 

My mouth was once again full of my mother's flesh. She 
let go of her breasts. They separated and one slipped 
out, dropping heavily against her body. I latched onto 
the other and sucked at it furiously, drawing more and 
more into my mouth, stretching it up taut. She 
shuddered again and again.

I felt her reach down and put her hands under my arms. 
She tugged at me, motioning for me to move up higher 
and lie fully on top of her. I felt the smooth, tight 
girdle and the curly hair between her legs brush 
against my belly, reminding me of her missing panties. 
I slid up, letting go of her breast. It too dropped 
back against her chest. I looked down at those two firm 
peaks, and then pressed my chest against them, 
flattening them between us. 

Our faces were close, almost touching. She brought her 
hands to my cheeks and then brought her lips to mine, 
kissing me passionately. We held that kiss for an 
eternity. Finally she broke away with a gasp. Staring 
into my eyes, she raised her legs and wrapped them 
around my waist. I felt her slide a hand down between 
us, groping for my throbbing, dripping cock. I 
shuddered as her fingers closed around me with a firm 
grip.

With her eyes burning into mine, she drew my cock up 
and pressed it between her legs, against those feminine 
lips that by now had become swollen, hot and wet. I 
suddenly realized that she wanted me to mount her. My 
own mother wanted her son to put his cock inside her. I 
couldn't believe it. I looked at her quizzically, 
wondering if I misunderstood. She bit her bottom lip 
again and nodded her head.

"I want you inside me...please. Please. I want my son 
to fuck me."

Her language surprised me. I'd never heard her say 
'fuck' before. I'd never heard her voice so low and 
hoarse, so full of raw passion. In a daze, I nodded and 
brought my hips down against hers. She opened her 
thighs widely and guided my throbbing shaft between 
those swollen lips. I pushed up, up, up into her. Her 
vagina closed around my cock like a hot, moist sheath. 

She gripped my ass and pulled herself up onto the full 
length of my erection then held me there as if to savor 
the experience of having me inside her for the first 
time. Slowly she relaxed back down to the bed and 
pulled me up into her hips, motioning for me to begin. 
I pumped myself into her a couple of times, slowly, 
wanting the feeling of entering her to last forever. 
She softly moaned as she felt me move inside her.

I began to fuck her more deliberately, my pace 
quickening with each stroke. She brought her legs back 
up around my waist and pulled me into her, taking each 
thrust as deeply as possible. I pushed up onto my hands 
and looked down at her body as I drove my shaft in 
between her legs. Her nipples described broad circles 
as her heavy breasts swayed back and forth each time I 
pushed into her. 

I lifted myself up off her body enough to be able to 
watch my erection slide in and out of her vagina. Her 
labia were two reddened bulges of flesh separated by my 
glistening cock, lubricated with the moisture that was 
now flowing freely inside her. Her body was ablaze with 
passion, the heat in her vagina unbelievably strong. 

This was an experience that went far beyond anything I 
had ever imagined. I still couldn't believe that I was 
actually lying on top of my own mother, fucking her, 
listening to her moan, watching her breasts surge back 
and forth as I pounded my cock into her. Not only that, 
but she was willing to let this happen. She actually 
wanted me to do this, had wanted me to do this for a 
long time.

"Oh god," she gasped. "I'm coming. I can't believe 
this...you're making me come so quickly, Honey. Oh 
god... make me come, Honey. Fuck me faster. That's it 
fuck Mummy. Make me come..."

I furiously drove my hips down into hers again and 
again, my strokes coming faster and faster. I stared 
into her face; watched as she gasped, winced, bit her 
lip. Her eyes suddenly opened wide and she looked 
directly into mine. I'd never seen her so wild, so 
feral before. Her fingers dug into my back and she 
bucked her hips against my thrusts, drawing me into 
her, almost violently. With a loud cry, she spread her 
thighs widely and lifted herself off of the bed. 

She grabbed my hips and held herself against my cock. I 
could feel the muscle spasms in her belly. Her vagina 
tightened around me. She drove her clitoris up and down 
against the base of my shaft, calling out again and 
again, groaning, moaning, and whimpering. No words can 
describe how I felt, watching my mother experiencing 
such an intense orgasm as she lay there underneath me.

Within moments of her onset, I felt my own orgasm 
building deep inside. It was far beyond my control. 
Within seconds, within a few brief, deep thrusts, I 
exploded inside her, spilling surge after surge of 
semen into my mother. She immediately sensed the pulses 
of my orgasm, the hot fluid flowing into her.


"Oh my god...oh my god...oh god, you're coming! You're 
coming...inside me! Oh my god, is this really 
happening? I'm your mother and you've got your cock 
inside me and you're coming! Oh my god! Is this 
actually happening? I...I...oh god... I can feel you 
coming inside me...!"

There was nothing either of us could do. We were lost 
in the passions that locked us together. I pounded my 
hips into her, furiously, again and again until I was 
completely spent, empty and exhausted. I don't know 
what she had thought would happen, how it would end. 
What did she think I should have done? How could I have 
stopped it?

Then I suddenly realized...she wasn't angry or 
frightened. She was lost in the wonder of it, reveling 
in the experience of having sex with her own son, 
feeling him on top of her, fucking her, spilling his 
seed inside her. She wanted this, expected this. This 
was something that she had dreamed of and had made it 
happen.

I pressed my body tightly onto hers. She wrapped her 
arms around me and once again brought her lips to mine 
in a long passionate kiss. We lay there together, 
feeling the heat of each other's body, kissing again 
and again...

***

My mother and I didn't talk all that much over the next 
couple of days. I think we were both a little bit in 
shock after that first encounter and didn't know what 
to say to each other. We tried to pretend as if 
everything was normal, living life as usual but there 
were some awkward pauses in our conversations. We both 
knew that a line had been crossed, that we'd have to 
sort out our feelings for each other sooner or later. 
As it turned out, it was sooner than I expected.

It was less than a week after that first time. The 
memories of those moments were still fresh in my mind. 
I felt butterflies in my stomach every time I thought 
of the moment I had reached out and pulled her 
brassiere off...

I came down to the kitchen one morning to find my 
mother sitting at the table, having a coffee. She was 
deep in thought and looked startled when I walked in. I 
bent down and kissed her on the cheek then poured 
myself a coffee. I sat beside her, asked how her night 
had been. She smiled and spoke for a moment then 
reached out and took my hand. 

She began to talk, quietly, her voice a little shaky, 
about the other day, about how we'd both lost control 
of our feelings, how we had let our desires take over 
and allowed them to take us to a place we both knew was 
out of bounds. She shook her head as she spoke about us 
making love and the passions that had been unleashed. 

She told me how confused she felt, how she was at a 
loss about how to move on from here. Slowly I began to 
realize that she wasn't talking about putting an end to 
our new relationship. I had fully expected her to take 
a different view and bring it to a full stop but it 
became obvious that she wasn't willing to do that.

We talked for some time about our feelings for each 
other, how there had been a spark of desire for many 
years, how that spark had grown over time and ignited 
the fire between us. She spoke about my father and how 
she felt about him. I realized how much she loved him 
and how confused she was with her desire for me. She 
told me that she didn't want to stop making love with 
me but warned that it could become very difficult in 
time. 

We had to be cautious about what was happening between 
us. We sat and talked a little longer, then parted 
ways. I was grateful for my mother's frankness and 
found that our talk that morning helped me to relax and 
breathe a little easier around her. Even as I started 
work it didn't take long for my mind to fill with 
images of her lying under me in her bedroom, her 
breasts heaving, her legs wrapped around me. I started 
about fucking her again. 

That evening I found her in the laundry, finishing 
another load of washing. As usual, she'd been busy all 
day working around the house. She smiled at me over her 
shoulder as she carried on with her task and asked how 
my day had gone. Then she suggested to me to grab a 
cold beer from the fridge.

I went to the kitchen and opened a couple of beers, 
pouring hers into a glass – she never drank from a 
bottle. My hands were a little unsteady as I walked 
back to the laundry and set the glass down beside her. 
She thanked me and leaned over to give me a kiss on the 
cheek. I watched as she took several long sips. I 
jumped up onto the counter behind her and watched as 
she finished the last load for the day. I drained the 
bottle as I stared at her back, totally amazed by the 
woman in front of me. She was wearing a white cotton 
blouse, tailored, over tight, beige Capri slacks and 
low-heeled sandals.

She switched on the washing machine, then picked up her 
glass and turned to face me. She raised it to her lips 
and took another long drink. As she did, the hair on 
the back of my neck stood up. My eyes had drifted down 
to her bust as she stood there, eyes closed. Two dark 
circles, punctuated with an obvious bulge in the centre 
of each could be clearly seen through her blouse. I 
couldn't believe it. My mother was not wearing a 
brassiere! I was awestruck. 

Sure, there had been reports in the news about "bra 
burnings" and women Lib and all, but that was far away, 
in USA. The idea of a woman - especially my mother - 
not wearing a bra was beyond comprehension in Thailand. 
My cock immediately began to swell. My face was burning 
as she lowered her glass and looked up at me. I quickly 
turned away, hoping she hadn't noticed me staring at 
her breasts. Even after our first passionate time 
together, I still felt a little nervous about being 
really forward with her.

She stepped toward me and gently placed her hand on my 
cheek, a concerned look on her face. She asked if I was 
ok, that I was looking flushed, hot. I nodded that I 
was fine and that it was just... well... it was that I 
could see she wasn't wearing her brassiere. She smiled 
- giggled actually – and asked me what I thought about 
that. She said she'd heard so much about the women's 
liberation movement and had wondered what it would feel 
like to not wear a bra during the day. She told me how 
delicious it felt to be just a little bit naughty. 

She'd never dream of going out in public like that she 
said but at home, with my father away, well... it made 
her feel free. Suddenly she frowned and asked if I was 
bothered by it, if I wanted her to put one on. I shook 
my head and told her no, that I thought she was the 
most beautiful woman I knew, that seeing her like that 
made me proud of her. After a brief pause I told her, 
hesitantly, that I liked seeing her nipples through her 
blouse, that it was very sexy. I was surprised to hear 
the words come out of my mouth. I had never in my life 
thought that one day I would be telling my own mother 
that I liked seeing her nipples, that I thought she was 
sexy. Maybe it was the beer...

She stepped back from me and nodded, told me she 
understood completely. She told me that she had hoped I 
would notice and that it might make me feel the same 
way I had just a few days ago. She told me how I was 
always in her thoughts. Her hands were trembling as she 
took hold of mine and brought them to her lips. She 
kissed them and then stood up close to me and kissed me 
on the mouth, softly but with a trembling urgency 
behind it. I took her in my arms and pulled her close 
to me. We kissed again, longer and harder.

She pulled away from me and ran her hands down across 
my chest. She noticed my soiled shirt, dirty from a 
day's work and told me to give it to her so she could 
add it to the laundry for later. Before I could move, 
she began to undo the buttons, slowly peeling my shirt 
off until I was bare to the waist. She dropped it to 
the floor and then pulled me off the edge of the 
counter to my feet. She wrapped her arms around my 
waist and pressed her cheek against my chest. She began 
to trace her fingertips up and down my back as she 
pressed her lips to my skin, kissing my neck and 
shoulders again and again. 

I felt a shiver surge through me as she brought her 
hands around to the front of my pants and undid them. 
She hooked her fingers inside the waistband of my 
shorts then bent down and pushed both my pants and 
underwear off of my hips and down my legs. As she did, 
my cock sprang out into the open, almost hitting her in 
the face. Lifting each leg, she undid my shoes and 
tugged my pants off. I stood rooted to the floor, stark 
naked in front of my mother. She pushed my clothes 
aside, then looked at me. Her face was gleaming; her 
cheeks were a bright pink.

She stepped back and straightened her blouse. She 
looked me in the eye and said again that she wanted me, 
that she wanted her son to make love to her. She began 
to unbutton her blouse, staring into my face all the 
while. When the last button was free, she unzipped her 
slacks and let them drop down her legs, then kicked 
them off her feet. Another surprise! She was not 
wearing panties either. My mother stood before me, 
partially nude. Her bulging vagina was in full view. 
Her blouse draped open, revealing the deep cleavage 
between her heavy breasts. She stepped toward me and 
took my cock in her hand. With a few strokes, she had 
me rock hard and ready.

She let go of me, then took hold of her blouse and 
spread it wide, exposing her bare breasts to me. She 
asked if I would do something for her. I assured her 
that I would do anything – anything – she wanted me to 
do. She asked me to tell her how I felt about seeing 
her breasts and what I thought of them. I told her that 
I loved the shape of them, the way they stood out from 
her body, how firm and heavy they were. I loved her 
nipples and how they sometimes grew long and hard. I 
told her that seeing them excited me and made me want 
to touch them. I told her how beautiful she was, that I 
was so proud of her.

She smiled, paused for a moment and then asked me to 
touch her breasts. She said she wanted to feel my hands 
on her. I hesitated for a moment, then reached out and 
cupped them in my hands, feeling the weight of her 
supple flesh. I squeezed them gently, massaging them, 
watching them move under the touch of my fingers. I 
watched as her nipples hardened and grew until they 
were thick nubs that I could hold between my fingers. 

She looked down and watched as I ran my hands over 
them. She raised her arms, put her hands behind her 
head and asked me to keep touching them, to do anything 
I wanted. She told me sensitive her breasts were, how 
the feel of my hands on them made her shiver.

This was a dream come true for me. I had wanted to do 
this for as long as I could remember. Even though we'd 
already made love once, I still couldn't believe this 
was happening, that I was actually standing naked in 
front of my mother, fondling her breasts. I lifted the 
heavy globes up away from her chest and let each one 
drop, fascinated by how they bounced and jiggled as 
they fell back against her. She began to moan as I 
played with them. I found I was losing my inhibitions 
the more I handled her. 

Finally I asked her to do something for me, something I 
had always wanted to see. I told her how much I liked 
to see them move and asked if she could make them 
jiggle herself. She smiled and then somewhat self-
consciously began to shake her shoulders. She kept her 
hands behind her head and I watched as her breasts 
swung from side to side, sometimes slapping against 
each other, quivering. Without thinking, I began to 
stroke myself as I watched her breasts bounce back and 
forth.

She was breathing hard now, obviously very turned on by 
the attention she was getting from me. She stopped 
shaking her shoulders and stepped up close. She scooped 
her breasts up and held them, asking me to suck them. 
She shivered again as I bent down to take an erect 
nipple between my lips. I drew it deeply into my mouth 
and sucked hard, stretching her breast out from her 
chest. I ran my tongue across the pebbly surface of her 
nipple. 

She moaned. Her knees were trembling as she stood in 
front of me, letting me fondle and suck her breasts as 
much as I wanted. Suddenly I had a thought. Without 
letting go of the nipple in my mouth, I lifted her 
other breast toward her face and brushed her lips with 
it. She hesitated but then finally understood what I 
wanted. Shyly, she began to suck on her own breast. It 
was an amazing turn-on to watch her lips and tongue 
caress her own nipple, inches away from my face.

She moaned again. She reached down and grabbed my cock. 
"Please," she said, "please Hon, I want you now. I want 
you inside me." She shuffled her feet apart until her 
legs were spread wide. She pulled my cock toward her 
crotch and began stroking herself with it. 

I dipped my hips down under her and tried to enter her. 
She rose up on her toes and guided my cock in between 
her swollen labia. We struggled like that for a moment, 
me trying to enter her as she tried to lift herself up 
onto me. She was gasping for breath now. She stopped, 
backed away and moved beside me. She bent down and put 
her elbows on the counter that was behind us, then 
thrust her hips up high into the air.

"Come around behind me Hon. Oh god, fuck me from 
behind. Hurry Hon, I need it now," she gasped. It was 
like re-living that first time. Listening to her 
breathing, hearing her use the word "fuck", seeing her 
swollen, wet vagina – it made me so excited that 
nothing could stop me from mounting her. She spread her 
legs and tilted her hips as I moved around behind her. 

I had never thought of entering a woman from behind 
like that. As I've said before, my sexual experiences 
were very limited. I looked down at her long back, the 
curve of her hips, her smooth, round ass. I took hold 
of those hips and pressed my cock between her legs. She 
reached down and guided me up inside her, opening her 
vagina for my thick, throbbing shaft. I lunged up into 
her until I was buried so deeply that her lips pressed 
against the base of my cock. Her vagina was on fire. 
She was already flowing heavily. Her tunnel was soaked 
and ready for me. I pumped myself into her once, twice. 
Her entire body was shaking now. Her hands gripped the 
edge of the counter and she bent down low, her head 
between her arms.

I pushed her blouse up her back and held her waist. For 
the second time in a week I began to fuck my own 
mother. I listened to her whimper and groan as I 
pressed my cock into her again and again. She was 
pushing her ass back against me each time I slid into 
her. The feel of her ass pressed tightly against my 
hips was amazing.

We were moving faster now. I reached down and felt for 
her breasts. I found them hanging down and swaying in 
time with my thrusts. I took them in my hands. I dug my 
fingers into the heavy flesh and pulled until I could 
see them stretched out from under her arms. Her nipples 
pressed into the palms of my hands. I gripped them 
tightly, feeling the flesh squeeze out between my 
fingers. I let go of them and leaned out to the side, 
trying to see her breasts as I kept banging my cock 
into her over and over. I was fascinated by how they 
hung down, how they swayed and bounced each time I 
shoved my cock up into her.

She was talking to me, gasping out words as our bodies 
pushed against each other. "I'm starting to come, 
Honey. Unh! Oh god, yes...unh...I'm going to come! 
Pinch my nipples Darling, quickly!" I reached down, my 
fingers searching for the hard nubs as her breasts 
swung back and forth. I caught them between my fingers 
and squeezed. "Oh god, yes! Don't stop, don't stop!" 
she squealed. I pulled hard and felt her breasts 
stretch out from under her. "Yes! That's it, yes! Yes! 
Oh god, I'm coming!"

Suddenly her body went rigid and she let out an almost 
feline howl as the orgasm washed over her. Her legs 
were shaking uncontrollably. She gave out a loud grunt 
each time I drove myself into her, trying to keep her 
orgasm going. She was gasping, calling out "oh god, oh 
god!" and "yes, yes, yes" as she twisted her hips 
around my cock. It was when she began to cry out "fuck 
me harder Hon, fuck me, fuck me harder!" that I finally 
lost it. 

I drove my cock into her as deeply as I could. I banged 
my hips against her ass, fucking her for all I was 
worth. I soon felt my own orgasm begin to surge through 
me and into her. She clamped her vagina around my cock, 
drawing my orgasm out of me. I let go of her nipples, 
arched back and furiously drove my cock into her. 
Gasping for air myself, I shot load after load into her 
body through my throbbing cock. I thought it would 
never end. I'd never climaxed so hard or for so long.

Both of our peaks finally ebbed away. I was doubled 
over, lying on her back. She rested her head on the 
counter. My cock stayed hard for a long time after. We 
stood there together, swaying slightly. She let me stay 
inside her for several minutes before we finally stood 
up and faced each other. Her skin was damp with 
perspiration and her breasts were red where my fingers 
had squeezed and stretched them. She cupped my face in 
her hands and planted a long, loving kiss on my mouth. 
We held that kiss, wrapped in each other's arms.

She turned away, picked up our scattered clothing and 
dropped them into a pile on the counter. I stood there, 
my heart pounding as I watched my mother walk naked out 
of the room. She stopped in the doorway and turned to 
smile at me. "I love you Hon. I love you so much."

"I love you too Mom."

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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