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Seducing Mom with Kisses
by Roderigo (address withheld)

***

Son asks for a "real woman" kiss from Mom for his 18th 
birthday, but wants (and wins) much, much more. (M-
teen/F, inc, rom)

***

Author Note: This story is for adults only. Anyone 
under 18 has no business reading or downloading it. 
Those who are morally opposed to stories of unorthodox 
sexual activities should go elsewhere. On the other 
hand, you don't have to approve of actual incidents of 
this nature to enjoy a fictional description. 

This is a fantasy, and it is no crime to enjoy 
fantasies. This story is not true. The characters may 
be real (note: MAY be), but they did not indulge in the 
actions described herein. Enjoy!

***


Part 1

"I'd really like to give you something extra special 
for your 18th birthday," said Mom, as we stood in the 
kitchen in the early evening, "but I don't know what."

Well, I could think of something extra special that I 
would like to have my mother give me, but I wasn't 
foolish enough to say it. For years, ever since I had 
begun to have the slightest inkling of what sex was, I 
had had a tremendous craving for Mom's big luscious 
body. Thousands of times I had fucked her and licked 
her and fondled and kissed every part of her anatomy in 
my fantasies, spilling gallons of cum through ardent 
masturbation.

Now I won't lie to you--Mom was not the kind of woman 
who would immediately cause any man's cock to give a 
jump. Her hair had begun to turn gray prematurely, and 
now at 45 she was quite gray haired. Her skin, however, 
was still quite smooth, and her complexion was a creamy 
peach. She had big brown eyes that I loved to look 
into. She was rather tall, about 5 foot 7, and she was 
definitely on the plump side. She did not have 
sensational tits or trim ankles or a sexily outthrust 
derriere. She did certainly have adequate breasts, and 
her ass was pleasingly broad, and her legs were 
shapely, even if they were generously full, especially 
in the thighs. She wore rather short house dresses, in 
the mode of the day, and tended to be rather careless 
in the way she sat. She always crossed her legs, and 
her skirt would ride up, giving an exciting view of her 
thighs and ass. She was well-proportioned in a large, 
comfortable way, though with a bit of a belly. But to 
me--ah, to me, she was the ultimate object of beauty 
and desire.

"Eighteen is such a special birthday. You should have 
something that you really want a lot," Mom continued.

"Well, Mom, what I really want a lot is a big hug and 
kiss from my favorite Mom."

Mom laughed. "Oh, you can have that anytime," she said.

"Yes, but now that I will become a man, I want a real 
adult kiss. You know, not just a mommy kiss, but a 
woman kiss."

"Well, most mommies do tend to be women," Mom said 
playfully.

"Yes, and my Mommy is a woman I would sure love to get 
a real woman kiss from. You know what I mean."

"Hmm. I'm not too sure about that idea."

"Well, OK, but I thought you said you wanted to give me 
something I really wanted a lot. I guess you didn't 
actually mean it."

"Now wait a minute!" Mom protested. "Of course I meant 
it. Uh--you are just joking, aren't you--about the 
kiss, I mean."

"No, Mom, I definitely am not joking. What I would 
really like most is a big honest-to-goodness adult kiss 
from my beautiful mother." Of course, that was only the 
minimum sexual favor that I really wanted from my 
beautiful mother, but--hey, you gotta start somewhere.

Mom sort of giggled in an embarrassed way. "Aw, come 
on, honey. Stop teasing."

"I'm not teasing, Mom, but I see that you really don't 
care enough to go that far, so just forget it. Get me 
some socks and underwear or something, something that 
just costs money."

"Honey, you are really being hard on me. Really I do 
want to make this birthday special." She touched my 
cheek. "Now do you honestly mean all this stuff about 
an adult kiss?"

"All this stuff! Mom, I consider a real kiss from my 
Mom as more than just stuff!"

She laughed again, obviously at a loss where to go from 
here. We did kid around a lot, and I knew that she 
still wasn't sure whether I was serious. 

"Look, Mom," I said, taking her hand, "I'm just coming 
into manhood. In another few weeks I'll be out of high 
school, and God knows where I'll be in a couple more 
years. Is it asking too much to want just one real 
heartfelt kiss from the woman who has always meant more 
to me than anyone else in the world?"

Mom turned serious and looked at me tenderly. "And 
that's what you really want? Honestly?"

"I couldn't be more sincere, Mom. That's what I want."

Mom's embarrassment returned. "Well, when did you want 
this--uh--gift?" (My birthday was less than a week 
away.)

I smiled at Mom. "Well, we could practice up a little 
bit right now--just so you'll know exactly how I want 
it, you know."

"Oho!" Mom laughed, blushing prettily. 'I think maybe 
you're trying to get more than just one."

"Aw, Mom, I wouldn't pull a trick like that. It's just 
that I haven't had any experience myself in this way, 
and probably it will take you a while to get used to 
the idea of kissing me in an adult way. You do want to 
do it just the way I really want it, don't you?"

Mom laughed again. She was being a really good sport 
about the whole thing. I didn't know whether anything 
at all would come of this, but I was having fun talking 
to her in this surprising new way. "Pretty slick," Mom 
said, "but I guess I let myself in for it." She looked 
at me for a moment and then said, "All right, big boy. 
Let's do it."

She stepped up close to me and I wrapped my arms around 
her. She put her warm, soft arms around my neck. She 
lifted her face to me and closed her eyes as I brought 
my lips down to meet hers. The kiss was warm and sweet, 
but Mom kept her lips tightly closed and a little 
stiff.

"Well, how was that?" She started to step back, but I 
held her close.

"It was really sweet, Mom, but I think it was still 
more of a mommy kiss. I think that you could do a lot 
better if you just relaxed and made it softer and 
longer. Could we try another one?"

"How did I get myself into this?" Mom muttered. Then 
she sort of shrugged as if to say "Oh well, what the 
hell?" and raised her mouth to mine again.

This time Mom's lips were much softer and more relaxed, 
slightly parted. Her warm, soft body was pressed 
tightly against mine, and my cock, which had been 
rising for some time, pushed against her lower belly. 
God, she must feel it! I certainly felt the swell of 
her tits against my chest. This time the kiss went on 
and on. Mom seemed to be determined to prove that she 
was really trying and wanted to make me break the kiss 
before she would. Well, I wasn't about to break it! My 
heart was pounding, and my head felt feverish with 
excitement and pleasure. I had kissed a few girls, but 
God! those kisses were nothing like this!

Finally Mom pulled back slowly, almost reluctantly, it 
seemed to me. She was breathing hard, as was I. "Whew! 
Now that had to be adult enough for you, wasn't it?"

"Oh God, yes, Mom! One more should really do it."

I pulled her back tight against me, though she 
struggled feebly and protested laughingly, moving her 
head around to keep me from consummating the kiss. "No 
fair! Cheat! Cheat!" she cried, but she was laughing 
gaily as she said it. Then she relaxed again, pushed 
her delectable body against mine once more, and 
replaced her soft arms around my neck. "Oh all right, 
greedy Gus." And she gave me another nice soft kiss. 
She pulled away sooner this time, however, but it 
seemed that she didn't really want to. She was blushing 
and laughing in an embarrassed way.

Later that evening I caught her alone in the kitchen, 
grabbed her a bit roughly and planted another big kiss 
on her mouth. She struggled a bit at first, but then 
relaxed and kissed me back with soft, parted lips. She 
wouldn't prolong it as long as I wanted to, but she 
looked at me tenderly and said, "Good night, lover 
boy."

The next afternoon as I came in from school I 
approached her more politely. "Just one more practice 
kiss?" I asked.

"I'm not sure I can trust you when you say 'just one,'" 
Mom said, smiling, but she came into my arms for a nice 
soft kiss that lasted a long time. The feel of her warm 
arms around my neck, her tits against my chest, and her 
belly against my hard cock was overwhelming.

Finally Mom pulled her head back, but kept her arms 
around my neck. "These kisses are getting pretty 
serious," she said.

"Serious? I think they're a lot of fun. Don't you?"

Mom looked at me for a long moment, then answered, 
"Yes, honey, they are a lot of fun. I haven't been 
kissed like this since my honeymoon." Then she put her 
lips back on mine.

This kiss actually turned into a series of kisses, 
getting softer and wetter and more passionate as we 
progressed. I think that it must have been a full five 
minutes that we smooched and nuzzled in a very warm, 
loving way, in a very, very adult-style indeed, really 
real woman kisses. I began to be afraid that my 
engorged cock was going to go off in my pants. God! How 
could she not feel it so hard against her and actually 
twitching and throbbing? I was in sheer heaven except 
for that one fear. I don't know what I would have done 
if I had orgasmed. But then I noticed that Mom was sort 
of trembling too now and almost panting.

Finally Mom pushed me very decisively back. "I think 
that's enough practice for one day," she said. "We 
don't want to wear out our lips before your birthday 
even gets here."

"Thanks a lot, Mom. I don't know if I can wait until 
then for some more, though."

Mom just laughed in that embarrassed way and began to 
start preparations for supper. Soon the rest of the 
family was around, and there was no more chance for 
play that evening.

The next day I came in at about the same time and found 
Mom working alone in the kitchen. I came up behind her 
and put my arms around her waist, my hips against her 
big broad ass. I began kissing her neck and cheek. She 
sort of giggled and shook her head. "Here's that wild 
kisser again!" she exclaimed.
She kept working as I continued to hold her, stealing a 
kiss on the cheek or neck from time to time. She didn't 
try to stop me at all. Again my telltale cock was 
standing at fervent attention, now poking into her ass 
crack. 

Finally I started nibbling on one of her ears. "Ooh! 
That tickles!" Mom cried. She turned in my arms and put 
her arms around my neck. She lifted her lips willingly 
to mine. " I guess you need more practice," she 
murmured.

And practice we did, very warmly, very lovingly for 
several minutes. Then we heard someone else coming and 
had to break apart hurriedly. I quickly sat down to 
hide my erection from my sister, who entered the room. 
The rest of the evening was too busy again for any 
further contact. My father, younger sister and younger 
brother were too much in evidence.

The next day offered no real opportunities at all 
except for a quick kiss good-bye and hello. Feeling 
very frustrated and horny, I hung around hoping that 
somehow we would get a little time alone. At first I 
thought that Mom was completely oblivious to my 
desires, but once she looked at me with a sort of 
amused expression and winked. I knew then that she 
commiserated with me at least, and I hoped that she 
felt a bit of longing herself.

The next evening the rest of the family all went to bed 
at the regular time and Mom stayed up reading a book 
that she said she wanted to finish. I always stayed up 
later than anyone else, so this gave me a golden 
opportunity.

After I was sure that the others were all settled down 
for the night, I approached Mom where she was sitting 
on the end of the sofa. I sat down on the arm, twisted 
around to face Mom, and leaned forward to kiss her. 
This time we didn't say a word. Mom leaned her head 
against the back of the sofa and let me go ahead with 
the kisses. She had her eyes closed, but looking down, 
I could see, down inside her blouse, the tops of her 
nice soft breasts. I put my arm down around her, 
brushing across one tit as I did so. Mom jumped a bit 
at this, but we continued to kiss warmly.

As the necking continued, getting more and more 
fervent, I wound up practically sitting on her lap. Our 
mouths were opened farther and farther. Finally I 
actually felt Mom's tongue and was quick to respond. 
Soon our tongues were happily playing together, and the 
saliva was flowing freely. Our mouths and chins were 
getting very wet. I began feeling a bit too bold at 
this point, gradually working a hand closer and closer 
to Mom's tit. I thought that she was aware of what I 
was doing, and maybe she was, but I made the mistake of 
acting too soon, deliberately grasping a generous 
handful of soft breast.

Mom immediately reacted by shoving me off, struggling 
to her feet and saying that she had to get to bed. I 
stammered an apology, but she ignored it and headed 
upstairs, leaving me to curse my unwise impulsiveness 
and wondering whether I had screwed up the whole 
relationship. I didn't sleep very much that night.

The next day was the day before my birthday, and Mom 
greeted me warmly in the morning, even giving me a 
kiss. This certainly made me feel a lot better. I tried 
to apologize again about the night before, but she put 
her fingers on my lips and then kissed me lightly 
again. I went off to school with a much lighter heart, 
and even managed to stay awake through all my classes. 
That night after supper, however, I was so sleepy that 
I fell asleep on the sofa, and when I woke up, everyone 
else was in bed--except Mom.

Mom was sitting beside the dining room table, where she 
apparently had been writing letters. Now she was turned 
aside from the table and her legs were crossed, her 
skirt hiked well up, and one delightful full thigh 
could be seen all the way to her ass. I lay there on 
the sofa gazing through the double doors at the 
entrancing sight. Finally I got up and approached Mom.

She smiled at me warmly. "I've been waiting for you to 
wake up, sleepy head."
I knelt beside her chair and tentatively leaned forward 
for a kiss. Mom responded as warmly as ever, and I 
moved closer as kiss followed kiss. I was actually 
leaning against the thigh that she had up across her 
other leg. Now I swear that I did not deliberately push 
her skirt higher, but our movements as I put my arms 
around her waist had that effect. There was an awful 
lot of bare leg there, very smooth and very soft. The 
kisses quickly moved on to the deep variety as on the 
previous night, and Mom seemed especially passionate in 
the way she nibbled at my lips and licked and traded 
saliva with me.

Finally we paused for breath, and she laughingly wiped 
both our mouths with her handkerchief. She had made no 
move to pull down her skirt, which was now at a 
shockingly risque level. I guess I hadn't learned my 
lesson from the night before, because I impulsively 
bent my head to kiss Mom's bare knee. She put one hand 
on the top of my head, but she made no effort to push 
me away. Rather it seemed like encouragement. Thrilled 
to the core, I began to kiss her thigh, gradually 
moving higher. The skin was so delightfully smooth, 
soft but firm. I moved my right hand down to her thigh 
and continued to kiss it. 

Soon my hand was well up her leg--in fact, grasping her 
ass cheek. By this time my mouth was kissing and almost 
licking right up to her very high hemline, and in fact 
pushing that hemline even higher. I was in heaven! 
Those thighs had been the source of many hours of 
fantasy. I loved the way she showed them off, and I 
could have stared forever at the glorious beauty. To 
kiss them had seemed an incredible dream. And now...

"Honey," Mom said softly, taking my face in both hands 
and lifting it up, "tomorrow is your birthday, the big 
day. I think we'd better stop for now. Somehow I'll see 
that you get that gift you want so much. But right now 
it's bedtime."

I reluctantly let her go, just giving her another warm 
kiss good night. I went to sleep with the feel of those 
soft thighs in my head, and I had the most delightful 
wet dream I ever had.

At last the big day came. It was Saturday, and of 
course the whole family was home. We never made a very 
big deal about birthdays in my family. We had a cake 
for me at lunch time, and I got a couple minor gifts. 
But I was a bit depressed, because I couldn't figure 
out how I would ever get Mom alone. I needn't have 
worried.

I found out that Mom had talked Dad into taking the 
family to a movie that afternoon. I don't remember what 
the movie was, but it was a big one that everyone 
wanted to see. Actually I had already seen it, and 
owing to my status as the oldest boy still at home (I 
have three older brothers), I seldom went places with 
the family anyway. Mom was supposed to go, however. But 
at the last minute she told Dad that she didn't really 
feel very well, and she thought she had better stay 
home. She urged him to go ahead, though, and to take my 
brother and sister. Then I saw her give Dad some extra 
money (Mom usually controlled the finances) and told 
him to take the kids out for supper afterward, since 
she didn't feel up to cooking a meal.

Mom stood at the window and watched the car disappear. 
Then she turned to me and gave me a kiss and said that 
she would be back down in a little while. Then she went 
upstairs. I didn't know what to do. I thought that Mom 
had set up the whole thing for us to be alone together, 
but I wasn't sure. Maybe she was really feeling bad. On 
the other hand, maybe she was expecting me to come 
upstairs and join her in her bedroom. I thought--God! I 
thought all kinds of things. I thought that Mom was 
actually ready to be fucked, but what if I guessed 
wrong? I sure as hell didn't want to lose what I had 
gained. I got a Coke and sat down at the kitchen table, 
trying to figure out what to do.

I was so wrapped up in my dilemma that I didn't hear 
her coming, but suddenly I looked up and there she was. 
Mom was wearing a knee-length cotton robe of a fairly 
thin fabric, the kind that used to be called (for some 
reason) a duster. As she passed in front of the window, 
I thought that I could see through it enough to tell 
that there was no other garment underneath. Then Mom 
was standing close before me as I still sat stupidly in 
the kitchen chair. She bent over and kissed me 
tenderly, very gently, and murmured, "Happy birthday, 
my darling boy. Your gift is all ready for you."

Still sitting, I put my arms around her just below her 
hips. She stuck her tongue out and gently and 
deliberately licked my lips. I responded in kind. "Mmm, 
you taste good!" Mom murmured softly.

We went on kissing and tonguing. I moved my hands down 
to caress Mom's bare knees and then gradually moved 
them up her bare thighs under the duster. She made no 
attempt to stop my progress toward her hips. Instead 
the kisses became more insistent. Finally I reached my 
goal and discovered, as I had hoped, that she was 
wearing no panties. I gently squeezed and caressed her 
smooth ass cheeks, then gradually worked one hand 
around to the front and brushed the crispy hair at her 
crotch.

Then she was fumbling at the front of her duster, and 
in a moment it fell open completely. She took my head 
and pulled it against her soft, full breasts. I nuzzled 
into them, enthralled by the soft, firm smoothness. 
Then she directed me to one breast and thrust a hard 
nipple into my mouth.

Meanwhile my hands were working more vigorously at her 
ass and pussy. She spread her legs wider, presenting 
her mound freely to me. I rubbed the moist swollen lips 
of her cunt, then thrust a finger tentatively inside. 
Mom pushed her hips forward, forcing my finger farther 
inside. I began finger fucking her, as she responded 
with her belly, humping her pussy against my hand. More 
and more frantically she jerked and pushed, bucking her 
hips to get more and more friction on her clit. Then 
she was moaning and gasping as she came beautifully, 
murmuring, "Oh God, honey! Oh God! Oooohhh! Honey, 
honey, honey!" Her cunt had become very wet and I felt 
the vaginal muscles twitching and grasping.

After a few minutes of hard breathing, Mom finally said 
in a sort of thick voice, "But I'm supposed to be 
giving you the gift. Come on, honey. Take your dear old 
mother up to your room and fuck her. Isn't that the 
gift you really want?"

"You bet that's what I want! That's the greatest gift 
anyone could possibly get!" I exclaimed. We hurried up 
the stairs. I lifted up the tail of Mom's duster so 
that I could watch her ass as we went, and she giggled 
delightedly.


Part 2

In my room I wasted no time yanking that duster off 
Mom's body, even tearing it a little bit, I'm afraid. 
Then Mom was just as eagerly helping me to strip off my 
shirt and pants. "Wait!" she cried when I was all 
undressed except for my jockey shorts. "Let me do it." 
She knelt before me and slowly pulled the shorts down, 
watching as they stretched to the limit to slide over 
the end of my hard cock. As my inspired rod leaped 
free, Mom laughed out loud and cried, "Whee! There it 
is at last! Ooohh! What a beauty! Now I can do more 
than just feel it poking into me when we're kissing." 
She laughed delightedly as she took my cock in her 
hands and kissed the tip of it, nibbling a bit at the 
head.

Then she jumped onto my bed and spread her legs wide. 
"Here I am, honey!" she cried gaily. "Come and get it 
while it's hot--and it sure is hot for you, honey!"

Well, I sure didn't need any more invitation than that! 
But I did stand there just a moment to let my eyes 
rejoice at that fantastic sight. There was my big 
beautiful Mom, her nice big tits with their dark 
nipples standing up hard and long, her full legs with 
those smooth white thighs spread far apart, her 
swelling belly curving into her delectable mound, 
covered with an abundance of dark brown hair, through 
which the swollen lips of her gaping pussy were 
peeping, welcoming my cock to come inside.

Then I was upon her. My mother's eager fingers took 
hold of my cock and guided it to the hairy portal of 
her wet love passage. "Come on, honey," Mom urged. 
"Push that beautiful big dick into your Mommy's hungry 
pussy! Push it all the way in!"

I slowly pushed, and my cock sank down that slippery 
way inch by inch until my balls were right against 
Mom's ass. Her cunt was amazingly hot inside. God, it 
felt good! For a moment I just lay there savoring the 
situation. I actually had my dick (as Mom always called 
it) deep in my own mother's juicy pussy. The impossible 
dream of all my adolescent years had somehow 
miraculously come true. "Oh God, Mom!" I whispered 
hoarsely. "I love you! OH GOD, how I LOVE YOU!" I was 
just overwhelmed by an enormous feeling of gratitude 
and love for this dear, dear woman who was now giving 
me the ultimate gift that any mother could give to her 
son.

"Ooohhh, honey, I love you too! Go ahead and show me 
how much you love me! Fuck me, honey! Fuck your Mommy!"

I knew that I wouldn't last long if I just turned 
loose, but my wet dream of the night before helped me 
to hold back a bit. I began to fuck Mom slowly, pulling 
way out very slowly, then pushing all the way back in. 
I could feel every inch of Mom's sweet love canal as I 
moved in and out of her. I put my mouth on hers, and we 
kissed passionately like the lovers we had become, not 
mommy kisses--and yet I never felt more like her son 
than then, when I was fucking her for the first time. 
This was my lover, my sweetheart, but most of all--my 
MOM!

Mom moved her hips in exact response to my slow 
fucking, pulling back as I pulled out and lifting her 
cunt to meet me as I shoved my cock in. She began to 
make strange noises with her mouth, sort of a humming 
and murmuring into my mouth, almost like purring. I 
found myself replying to this with repeated sounds of 
pleasure: "Mmmm!" It just felt so damned good to be 
inside this wonderful big woman!

Gradually we began to pick up the tempo and the 
forcefulness. When I pushed back in, I would do it a 
little harder and sort of bore my cock in harder at the 
bottom. Mom's hips and ass reciprocated in perfect 
unison. I don't know how I held out so long. My cock 
felt on fire the whole time, with a tremendous prickly 
sensation. One of my hands now had a big handful of her 
big firm ass, while the other was squeezing on a soft 
tit. Mom had both her hands on my ass, sort of guiding 
my motions.

Finally we both seemed to feel at the same time that it 
was time for the stretch drive. I began to thrust into 
her hard and fast, and Mom's belly leaped up to meet 
me. Suddenly she cried out in my ear, "Oh fuck me, 
honey! Fuck me hard now! Give it to me, baby! Fuck! 
Fuck! Oooohh--FUCK!!"

I began to ram into her furiously, slamming her ass 
down into the bed, but she bounced right back up for 
each new thrust, humping her ass for all she was worth. 
I was really pounding it to her and she was taking 
everything I had and asking for more. The bed was 
really taking a beating. There was a "squish--squish" 
sound as my cock pistoned into her sopping wet pussy. 
My balls were slapping against her ass on each plunge. 
She had her knees way up, opening herself to the 
fullest for my big prick.

I felt the heat in my cock build even more, and I knew 
I was going to come. "Mom," I panted, "I'm about to 
come!"

Mom sort of screamed at this and her ass just went 
crazy, leaping and bucking like mad. God! I would never 
have believed that her beautiful big hips could move 
that fast! My cock finally just boiled over, and I 
began spurting my hot juice into Mom's hot cunt. Mom 
gave a long, sustained, muffled scream into my mouth, 
and suddenly she stiffened up. Her whole big body, 
trembling violently, arched up off the bed, lifting us 
both into the air. For long moments she hung there 
shuddering, her pussy muscles churning and grasping at 
my emptying cock, as we climaxed gloriously together.

Then she collapsed under me and we both lay there 
exhausted, panting into each other's open mouth. Mom 
was just sprawled out wide open, her legs totally 
relaxed in a wide spread, her tits spread out on her 
chest, her lips very loosely open under mine. I lay 
completely on top of her, just as thoroughly relaxed, 
my cock, still mostly hard, buried in her overflowing 
pussy. I knew that the bed had a growing pool of our 
cum under Mom's ass. From time to time a little ripple, 
sort of an aftershock, would run through Mom's pussy.

As I slowly came back to my senses, I felt the 
overwhelming impact of what we had just done. Never 
would life be the same again. Never would our 
relationship be that sort of kidding friendship that we 
had enjoyed. No, something wonderfully new had replaced 
it. My mother, my own beloved Mom, had given her body 
to me, had willingly taken my penis into her vagina, 
had fucked me with joyous abandon! My fantasies of such 
an event had been great, but to have them come true, 
true beyond my wildest imagination--ah, God, what a 
stupendous miracle!

I began to stroke Mom's big beautiful body again, and 
she stirred under me. "Oh, honey!" she finally 
whispered. "Oh, honey! That was absolutely the best 
fuck I ever had in my whole life! Wow! Did I ever come! 
Oh, honey, you made your mother feel so--so goddamned 
good!" She shuddered again as she said this, and her 
cunt gripped my cock again. I had never heard my mother 
swear before, but I understood. This was something so 
totally different from everything in her life before 
that it just demanded a stronger means of expression.

"Oh, Mom, thank you, thank you, thank you! This is the 
most wonderful thing that could ever happen to me! Oh, 
Mom, I just can't begin to tell you how much I love 
you! I'm just overflowing with love for my wonderful, 
wonderful Mom!"

Mom laughed happily beneath me, her body shaking. "I 
noticed that. We both overflowed all over your bed." 
Somehow this struck both of us as just being hilarious, 
since we were bubbling with happiness anyway. We 
laughed uproariously together. Our laughter shook her 
pussy and my cock, which began to get harder again. "Ah 
well, that's OK. We can clean it up and maybe plan for 
it next time--and the next time--and the next."

We lay and talked for a while, trying to express our 
love, and wondering about how it had developed in this 
way. "I knew when we kissed that first time, that you 
really wanted to fuck me," Mom said. "And when I let 
those kisses continue, I knew that I wanted to fuck 
you. And you know, I don't feel guilty at all. I love 
you more than anyone else in the world, more than the 
other children, even more than your father, and I 
really wanted to show you my love in this way."

"You know, Mom, it's funny in a way, but I love you 
much more now as a mother than ever before. Sure, 
you've got a great body, and if you don't mind my 
saying it, you're a tremendous piece of ass, but most 
of all I think of you as the most loving mother a guy 
could have."

We were caressing and kissing as we talked, and soon we 
found ourselves back in action again. This time Mom 
rolled me over and got on top. God, she was a gorgeous 
sight as she rose and fell on my cock! She gave me 
another magnificent fuck. We got up and ate a snack, 
then hurried back to bed for another quick fuck before 
the family returned.

From that time on, Mom was my constant lover. She 
created all kinds of ways for us to have time alone so 
that we could fuck. We did some pretty daring things. 
For example, there was a large walk-in closet under our 
stairs, opening right off the dining room. A couple 
times we actually went into that closet when others 
were in the house, and Mom pulled up her dress while I 
unzipped my pants, and I took her right there, standing 
up back in the far corner. 

Several times, late at night, we fucked in the 
bathroom, with Mom straddling me as I sat on the stool. 
Occasionally Mom would even sneak into my bed after 
midnight for a quick, hot fuck. Once in a while we 
would have a whole afternoon or evening alone, and then 
we would spend hours naked in bed, kissing and fondling 
and licking and sucking and fucking. God! Those were 
happy times!

And every chance we had, when we happened to be alone 
in a room, we were kissing open mouthed and my hand 
would be up her dress, playing with her pussy, or down 
her front, squeezing her tits, while she would be 
rubbing my hard-on through my pants, or even unzipping 
me and thrusting her hand inside to grab my cock if 
things were fairly safe. We almost got caught many 
times, but fortunately we got away with everything. I 
think that my sister began to have suspicions, but she 
never said anything to either of us about it.

I went to a nearby college so that I could continue to 
live at home with my beloved Mom. Afterward I got a 
good job with a local firm. Eventually I met a young 
woman who reminded me so much of Mom that I asked her 
for a date. With Mom's encouragement, I married this 
woman, and she has been a wonderful wife, just as warm 
and loving as Mom was--well, almost. Anyway I love her 
dearly, and she is great in bed. Her luscious body is 
ripe and full like Mom's, just exactly the way a woman 
should be, in my opinion.

But even during my courtship, Mom and I continued to be 
very active and ardent lovers. Instead of a bachelor 
party, I managed to have a terrific fuck session with 
Mom on the night before my wedding. My wife and I had a 
great time on our honeymoon, and I got plenty of sex, 
but I could hardly wait to get back to Mom after our 
return for another secret fucking spree. And so it went 
for several years. Every few days I managed to get back 
into Mom's arms and to get my cock back into that warm 
and wonderful cunt--and yet loving each fuck with my 
wife as well.

Gradually we tapered off, however, and finally, when 
Mom was in her 60s, we agreed mutually to end our 
sexual affair. We still talked about it frequently, 
though, and continued to love each other very, very 
much. Mom is gone now, but she left me with some 
beautiful memories. It wasn't just Mom's great body or 
her delightful skills as a lover--I guess my wife is at 
least her equal in both ways. But somehow there is a 
bond between mother and son that is stronger than any 
other human relationship, and when that bond is made 
even stronger by the passionate sharing of each other's 
body--ah, there can be nothing better in this world. 
Thanks, Mom, for making my life such a joyful one for 
so many years.

The 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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