("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
                     `6_ 6  )   `-.  (     ).`-.__.`)
                     (_Y_.)'  ._   )  `._ `. ``-..-'
                    _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
                   ((('   (((-(((''  ((((
                 K R I S T E N' S    C O L L E C T I O N
		_________________________________________
		                WARNING!
		This text file contains sexually explicit
		material. If you do not wish to read this
		type of literature, or you are under age,
		PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
		_________________________________________




			Scroll down to view text


















--------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author © 2012.  Please
don't remove the author information or make any changes
to this story.  All rights reserved. Thank you for your 
consideration.
--------------------------------------------------------

Taking Mom
by Nicolas Neal (nicolasneal@ymail.com)

***

Carl changes his relationship with his mother for the 
good. He just has to take that first step. (m-teen/F, 
reluc, inc)

***

I don't know what switch was tripped, but when puberty 
hit, my sex drive was in overdrive. I can remember 
finding anywhere I could to masturbate: school bathroom, 
guy's locker room, girl's bathroom, classroom during 
class, anywhere. I wouldn't whip it out during class, 
but I would be rubbing it and would cum in my jeans 
rather often. 

The only bad side effect (aside from being raw) was that 
it would make me really tired, so for the next hour I 
would be dozing off in class. I don't know how I got 
through 10th grade. It felt like I slept through the 
whole thing.

I hadn't had sex yet. Not with a girl, at least. I was a 
little shy, but my hormones were driving me nuts. I 
wanted to fuck. I wanted to feel what it was like to 
fuck a woman, not just some girl. My cock was average. I 
compared myself to the other guys in the locker room. A 
couple were bigger than me, most were smaller than me, 
so I was feeling pretty good about my size.
	
Growing up, I'd always been around beautiful women. My 
mom always had her friends over. They always dressed 
nice and had short skirts and blouses with necklaces 
that would hang down between their breasts. I loved 
looking at them. They wouldn't really notice me, but I 
would stare at them. I loved their breasts. I wanted to 
touch them, suck on them, fondle them. I never did got 
the chance, though. I found some of dad's magazines in 
the bathroom that I would masturbate too often. Needless 
to say, I was a sexual time bomb waiting to go off by 
the time I was 15. It happened one fall day...

I'd just stopped home to grab a few things between 
school and football practice. I didn't know if anyone 
was home or not. I was in a rush, so I went straight to 
my room to get a change of clothes. I heard some 
clanking of dishes in the kitchen, and heard my mother 
humming to herself. I loved her voice and loved it when 
she would sing me to sleep as a child.

"Carl?" she called. "Is that you?"

"Yeah, mom." I called back. "Just getting a few things 
for practice."

"Ok, honey."

My hormones started knocking at the back of my brain. I 
wanted to know what mom was wearing and what she smelled 
like. I could already smell different perfumes. She must 
have just had a party or some of her friends visit.

"I just had the girls over." She called. "They asked 
about you."

I was slowly walking to the kitchen door. She was in a 
white blouse and a flowing skirt that ended just above 
her knees.

"I think we're going to show up at one of your games to 
watch you play," she kept going, not knowing if I was 
listening or not.

I was intoxicated by now. Her hair was flowing brown and 
curly just like I liked it. Most guys would call her a 
MILF, but she was my mom. Mine. It was then that 
something in me snapped. She was MINE. I wanted her. So 
I took her.

"What do you think, Carl?" she called, still humming to 
herself. "You listening to .. OH .."

I'd walked up behind her and gently wrapped my arms 
around her stomach in a hug.

"Oh! Hi, baby." She smiles patting my hands.

"Hi, mom." I said back. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

I smelled her hair and the perfume she wore. I was drunk 
with her. A buzzing filled my head as I felt my body 
respond to her.

"Did you hear?" she asked. "I said, me and the girls are 
going to come... Carl..." She giggled. "What are you 
doing?"

I was rubbing my hands over her stomach very gently and 
softly. "Nothing Mom," I replied.

"We were going to come to one of your games." She 
continued. "Would you like that?"

"Yeah," I said. I pulled her hair to one side, exposing 
her neck. I kissed her neck gently, tasting her skin 
with my tongue and my lips. She shuddered at this.

"Carl, are you ok?" She dropped the dish she'd been 
washing into the water and put her hands on the rim of 
the sink. "Carl, you shouldn't .. Oh, baby .."

She leaned her head to one side, giving me more access 
to her neck. I kissed up to her ear and sucked and 
nibbled on it. I had one hand on her crotch, grabbing at 
her pussy through her skirt and my other hand under her 
blouse grasping at her breast, squeezing it.

"Carl, we shouldn't... you shouldn't..." She was trying 
to protest but was protesting the wrong way, leaning 
into my body, her hands reached up around my head, 
pulling me closer. 

Then it happened and I knew she was mine for the taking. 
She turned her head and our lips met. Sure, I'd kissed 
girls before, but today I was kissing a woman. Her lips 
parted and her tongue touched mine and it felt like 
fire. It consumed us both. My hand tugged at her skirt 
to find an opening. 

I wanted to touch her bare pussy. She helped by lifting 
her skirt up to her waist and my hand found purchase. I 
felt the warm wetness and smelled her muskiness as I 
played with her. Her hand had reached behind and was 
grabbing at my cock through my pants. 

She finally slipped her hand inside my waistband and I 
felt her soft hand grip my bare cock. This drove me 
wilder and wilder. Before I knew what I was doing, I'd 
pushed her forward and grabbed her hips, pulling her 
closer to me. I ripped open my fly and pulled out my 
cock. Mom was breathing heavy and she'd opened her 
blouse so her tits were hanging free. I shoved my cock 
between her cheeks, but didn't find my way in. She 
reached down and grabbed me, guiding me in.

"Gently, baby," she cautioned, breathlessly.

I felt my cock going in. It felt like nothing I'd ever 
felt before: warm, wet, encompasing. My cock was back 
inside the same pussy that had birthed me. I pushed all 
the way in, and was rewarded by a deep moan from mom. I 
slowly pulled out and pushed back in. "Oh, baby." she 
moaned seductively. "Hold still." She began to rock her 
hips and fuck herself on me, bracing herself on the 
counter. "Oh god!" 

I could feel her pussy muscles squeeze me tight. She 
squealed and pushed hard on me, calling out my name. "Oh 
.. Carl .. Baby!!!" I couldn't believe that my mother 
was cumming on my cock. I felt what I could only 
describe as her peeing, but I felt her squirt on my 
balls. Breathing heavy, she pulled herself off of me, 
trying to compose herself, but I wasn't done. I turned 
her around and started kissing her, tasting her mouth 
with mine, holding her to me. She kissed me back, her 
hands grabbing at me like a vice. 

She wrapped a leg around my waist, pulling her pussy 
close to my cock. I pushed back inside her and held her. 
"Carl... we shouldn't..." she said between kisses. 
"I'm... your... mother..." 

I didn't listen. My only response was to lift her other 
leg around my waist and hold her up. She ground her 
pussy to me. Carefully, I carried her to the kitchen 
table and laid her down. She unlocked her legs from 
around me and spread them wide. 

"Carl?" she looked at me innocently. "Why?" 

"Because, I love you, mom." was my only reply. 

I grabbed her hips and began fucking her hard and fast. 
She moaned with every bounce, egging me on. "Oh god! Oh 
god! FUCK ME! FUCCK MEEE!" 

I could feel her pussy squeezing me, holding me in place 
in her. She propped herself up on one elbow, while her 
other hand went to her clit, fingering herself and 
rubbing herself. "Oh... God... Carl... Fuck!" Again she 
came on my cock, but this time I wasn't far behind her. 
I could feel it building in my balls and tickle its way 
up my cock to my head and back down. 

"Oh fuck Carl... what are you doing?" 

I could myself swelling. I was moaning as my climax 
build. 

"Are you...?" she moaned. 

I looked her in the eye and kept fucking her. 

"Oh Carl, No... oh... fuck me Carl! Fuck me!" 

When I came, it felt like I was a fire hose, spewing my 
seed deep inside her. I pushed my cock deep, pushing up 
against her cervix. "Carl!!! FUCK!! OH MY GOD!!" 

My cock pulsed and shot seed in her and I felt her milk 
my cock for every drop. I was breathing hard, she was 
breathing hard. I collapsed on her and she put her arms 
around me, caressing me gently.

"Are you ok, mom?" I asked breathlessly.

"Yes, baby."

"I'm sorry..."

"Shhhhhh..." she soothed."Don't."

We stayed there for a few minutes, cuddling, until...

"Get up, baby." she said. "We have to clean ourselves up 
before your father gets home."

"I need to get to practice."

"Don't worry about that." she smiled at me. "I'll talk 
to your coach. I'll tell him something."

I went to my room and re-dressed myself. I didn't hear 
mom behind me.

"I'm hopping in the shower..." she said. When I looked 
at her, she'd dropped her blouse and skirt to the floor. 
She stood in the doorway naked. Her supple body teasing 
me, making me crave her more. "Would you like to join 
me?"

I didn't say a word. I got naked and followed her into 
the shower, where we made love again and washed each 
other. She let me cum in her again. I could tell that 
this was the start of a wonderful relationship.

END

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Kristen's collection - Directory 72