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The Mothers In My Life - 3
by Len (lenightowl@yahoo.co.uk)
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The last sexual encounter with my mother. (F/m-teen,
ped, inc)
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PART 3
The final experience with my mother was the closest
that I ever came to actually fucking her and happened
about two months after the previous one.
In the UK in the early eighties, there was a
television revolution, with the start of Channel 4.
For years, us Britons had had to make do with just
three terrestrial channels, churning out pretty much
the same stuff. But Channel 4 was different. From the
outset, their management seemed determined to shock,
or at least gain a reputation with the 'moral
majority' that ensured that they got the headlines
that brought them to public attention an awful lot.
One of the ways in which they achieved this was by
showing seasons of films that had not been seen before
on television, mainly because they were considered too
'risqué'. Some, according to the papers, were 'nothing
more than pornography'. In modern times, they would
probably be shown in the children's schedules, but at
the time, to a hormonal teenager, they were almost
hardcore.
One Friday evening, I was sitting on the sofa watching
one of these films, a French one if I remember rightly
(French one's were always popular because there were
always loads of tits and the occasional flash of
bush). Mum was having a bath before going to bed, and
I was just waiting for her to do so before I pulled
out my cock and got down to some serious wanking. But,
instead of getting out of the bath and going straight
to bed, she walked into the living room, dressed in
her bath robe and with a towel round her head, and
asked what I was watching. I told her that it was some
French film, that it was 'ok, but not great', hoping
that she'd say goodnight and head off to bed. But she
didn't. She plopped herself down on the sofa beside me
telling me that she was going to 'Watch for a while
whilst my hair dries'.
Great, here I was, getting all geared up for a pud-
pulling session, and now my Mum had sat down beside me
and put the mockers on it.
She sat there watching the film, making the odd
comment about the plot or the actors or the actresses,
even commenting during the various sex scenes. Then it
came to a fairly realistic sex scene that seemed to go
on for hours, and the inevitable happened. Despite
thinking about cows in fields having a shit and
working my way through the times tables, I got a hard-
on. Not just a run of the mill hard-on, but one which
grew to the extent that it pushed the material of my
dressing gown aside, exposing my cock to the world. I
tried to subtly hide the fact, without my Mum
noticing, but wasn't successful. But she just said 'Oh
dear, maybe we'd better change channel'.
Just after this the scene changed to one of those
long, drawn out, deep conversation scenes in some café
that seem to be so prevalent in French films, and my
excitement subsided.
However, shortly after this there was another sex
scene, this time involving two women and a man, and
again the inevitable happened. But this time, as I
tried to cover myself, and with the words 'This is
quite hot, isn't it', my mother reached across with
her left hand and gently grabbed my cock, slowly
starting to wank me without taking her eyes off the
events unfolding on the screen.
I gasped for breath, enjoying the sensations that were
spreading through my groin. Mum shocked me when she
said 'I bet you'd have probably been doing this for
yourself, and I'll bet you thought that my joining you
was going to spoil your fun'. I sheepishly admitted
that she was right, but also told her that I was now
glad that she had.
The scene on the screen was getting hotter, with
another man and another woman joining in the action,
which caused my Mum to increase the speed of her
strokes, whilst using her free hand to undo the cord
of her bathrobe, revealing that she was naked
underneath.
My eyes moved from the action on the screen to take in
the exposed flesh of my mother sitting next to me.
Obviously, it wasn't the first time that I'd seen it,
but this was different, this time she had my prick in
her hand and was slowly jerking me.
I gingerly reached out my hand to the exposed left
breast and touched it. Mum looked at me. 'Its not as
if its the first time that you've touched my tits so
you know its not going to bite you. Go on baby, I'm
feeling so randy'. I did as I was asked and started
kneading her tit, which caused her to jerk faster.
The faster she jerked, the more I started to thrust
upwards to meet her action, and very soon I was on the
verge of shooting my cream. Mum obviously realised
this, and slowed down, with the words 'Not yet, baby,
not yet'. She then reached up, taking my hand off her
breast and guided it down to the hairy triangle
between her legs.
Once my hand was there, I gently began rubbing between
her legs, seeking her clit and feeling how wet she
already was. As I did so, she let go of my rigid
member, putting a hand on each of her tits and
kneading them herself, occasionally tweaking her
nipples.
As I increased my movement, she started breathing more
heavily, and I could feel her wetness increasing.
Suddenly she said 'Oh darling, put your fingers in me
and make your Mum cum'. As she did so, she spread her
legs wider, giving me a better view of that pink cunt
that had occupied my fantasies since the last time, so
I needed no second bidding, sliding first one, then
two, and finally three fingers in to the warm moist
tube that I'd emerged from fifteen years previously.
I finger fucked her as best as I was able, given the
position that I was in, and slowly started to jerk
myself with my free hand. Mum noticed this and told me
how she was enjoying me wanking whilst I fucked her
with my fingers. Hearing her talk like this almost
sent me over the edge.
After a few minutes of this, I noticed Mum's breathing
becoming more rapid and her body was spasming until
she went completely rigid, crushing my fingers with
her fuck tube and flooding them with her warm juice.
As she relaxed, she lent over grabbed my head with
both hands and planted her mouth on mine, kissing me
in a way that a mother should never kiss her son, her
tongue flicking into my mouth and finding mine.
The trouble was that, because of the position that I
was in, this movement almost broke my wrist and I
pulled my hand away from her pussy, yelling as I did
so. This did kind of kill the moment and my mother
apologised profusely, examining my wrist and
concluding that it wasn't broken. She did joke about
the fact that having injured my wrist, she'd put paid
to me finishing myself off and offered to do it for
me, as it was 'only fair' as I'd 'sorted her out'.
She told me to stand in front of her and I needed no
second bidding. She looked down at my semi-erect cock
and commented that I was looking almost ready, before
she grasped it and started to pull slowly on it with
both hands.
The harder I got, the faster she wanked, and it wasn't
long before I knew I was on the verge of cumming.
Unfortunately, after our exertions on the sofa and
before the start of these latest ones, my mother had
closed her bathrobe and tied it. At this point, so
close to shooting, I said to her 'Please Mum, open
your bathrobe and let me see your tits.'
She made no reply at first, but complied and I was
able to watch my mother's tits bouncing gently as she
jerked me off. She obviously noticed where my eyes
were and started to give me encouragement. 'Do you
like watching Mummy's boobs as she plays with you,
come on baby cum on Mummy's tits, cover them in your
sperm.'
That was it and with a loud grunt I shot my load.
However, the first spurt missed her tits completely
and it her square on the right cheek, just beside her
nose and started to slide slowly down. The remainder
covered her breasts and she carried on jerking until
me knees started to buckle. Then she surprised me by
leaning forward and taking most of my now softening
prick in her mouth and sucking down the length of it
with an 'Mmmm', and then her tongue flicked out to
lick the jism that was on her face.
I collapsed on the sofa beside her and Mum closed her
bathrobe and rubbed my cum off her tits. Then she
leant over, kissed me gently on the lips, saying 'That
was fantastic. I love you darling, goodnight', with
which she got up and took herself off to bed, leaving
me wondering if I'd dreamt the whole thing.
When I got up the following morning, I could hear Mum
in the kitchen, so I threw on a dressing gown, and
made my way downstairs. Being a hormonal teenager, I
was hoping to walk in to the room and find her wearing
nothing but a smile, ready for a repeat of the last
night, but was disappointed to see that she had
already showered and was fully dressed. I greeted her
with a cheery ''Morning Mum', but when she turned
round, she looked very serious and just asked me to
sit down at the table.
I did so, and there then followed a very 'heavy'
thirty minute discussion (although she did most of the
talking) about how what had happened should never have
happened, that if anyone ever found out that she would
be in a lot of trouble and that nothing like it would
ever happen again. Throughout this, she was
continually apologising to me for what had happened,
and even though I told her that there was no need, she
wouldn't have it and was very clearly racked with
guilt.
When she had finished, she told me that after that
conversation, what had happened would never be
mentioned between us again, and she was right, as it
never was. I did, on occasion, try to get a repeat of
the performance. Sometimes, knowing that she was due
home from work, or a night out, I would strip naked
and lie on my bed slowly wanking, or sit on the sofa,
my cock out doing the same. The reaction varied. She
would either walk into the room, walk out immediately
saying nothing, or she would start shouting at me
about how disgusting I was and that I should cover
myself up. She had meant what she said in that
conversation and nothing ever did happen between us
again.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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