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Free from Father
by Ramrod300 (rammer300@gmail.com)

***

Son takes advantage of neglectful father's death to 
begin an incestuous affair with his mother. (MF, inc, 
rom)

***

It's hard to pinpoint the moment I realized that I 
loved my mother as more than just a mother. It was in 
my teen years when my desire for her became physical 
as well as emotional but I feel like I loved her for 
my entire life. When I left for college, I missed her 
so much that my love for her grew tenfold. 

When I came home for holidays, I started sharing her 
bed again because being with her just felt so 
comfortable and right. Sometimes I would snuggle up 
to her as she slept, letting go only when I got an 
embarrassing erection. I'd wake up early and go to 
the bathroom or shower just so that I could have the 
chance to jack off. 

Sometimes, if it was real early and my willpower was 
especially weak, I'd hold up the comforter with my 
left hand and masturbate with my right while watching 
my mother sleeping beside me. Afterwards, I'd lay in 
bed blushing, praying that I hadn't woken her.

My love for my mother had but one obstacle: my 
father. I hated him. He wasn't abusive or neglectful, 
just cold and stern to both me and my mom. He simply 
didn't love us. On the rare occasions he showed 
emotion, it was to throw a temper tantrum over the 
silliest little things. Even on things he should have 
been angry about, like a bad grade, he completely 
overreacted. He'd lock himself up in his study and 
Mom would lock herself up in her room. 

When I was young and stupid, I would try to go into 
my father's study and try to calm him down, only to 
be shouted at and thrown out. I soon realized that my 
time was better spent comforting my mother. I 
wouldn't say much but the clichéd "It's all right." 
My mother would lie down with my and hug me for 
hours.

As I got older, Mom was more willing to discuss her 
feelings with me. We'd lie down together and stay up 
for hours, with her confiding in me her frustration 
and unhappiness with her husband. As I held her, she 
whispered, "If he didn't have the better job, I think 
I would divorce him."

"Would you look for a new husband?" I asked.

"I don't know. He'd have to be a decent, loving man," 
she whispered back.

"Like me?" I asked jokingly.

"You? You'd want to be your old mom's husband?"

My heart skipped a beat. I had almost revealed my 
secret incestuous fantasies! In a tone that I hoped 
was still light and joking, I answered, "Sure, why 
not? Would you like to be my wife?"

She snuggled me tighter and, in a tone that seemed 
almost serious, she said, "Yes."

My "marriage proposal" had taken place just before I 
left for my second year of college. When I finally 
went to college, I had a single room in the dorms, 
giving me the privacy to masturbate much more than I 
did at home. Her "yes" answer had filled my head with 
fantasies that had seemed crazy at the time. And they 
weren't just sexual fantasies. Fantasies of a life 
and a home with just her and me, together as husband 
and wife, became my obsession.

I remember very clearly the moment I got the phone 
call. I had just gotten back from an hour and twenty 
minute class. I hadn't been able to concentrate since 
my mother had been on my mind and I was horny. I had 
just laid down in my bed and reached under my pants 
when my phone rang. I sighed in frustration as I 
threw off my blanket and answered.

"Eddie?" It was my mom. Her voice was calm yet soft 
and breathless.

"Hi Mom. What's going on?"

"It's your father. He's dead. He had a heart attack." 
Her voice held no detectable sadness. Only confusion 
and a sense of being lost.

"I'll book a flight home. I'll be there as soon as 
possible."

"Okay, son," she said. "I love you."

"I love you too. Bye."

Many of you will think I'm terrible, and maybe I am, 
but my lust increased tenfold. The very next thing I 
did was whip off my pants and start jerking off. I 
beat my shaft mercilessly as images of my mother 
flashed in front of me. 

My mother bent down in front of me, her round pale 
ass in my face as I kissed her buttocks. My mother 
kneeling before me with my cock in her hand, my white 
cum splattered onto her pretty face. My mother as my 
girlfriend, making out with me in the backseat of the 
family car. My mother as my wife, her belly swelling 
with my unborn child. 

That last image made me hit my orgasm and several 
ropes of my seed shot out of my erect dick, arched 
through the air and splattered down on my bed, some 
of it landing on me.

The knowledge that my father was finally out of the 
picture aroused me to new heights. I had one of THOSE 
days, where you do nothing but lie around and 
masturbate. My mother was available. Fantasy had 
become possibility!

As I sat on the plane, for the first time in my life, 
I felt guilty about masturbating to my mother. Not 
because of that silly incest taboo but because I 
hadn't given any thought to how I would console her 
or what I would say to her. I thought about it for 
the entire plane ride and the cab ride from the 
airport.

When I arrived home, my mother, her face somber, 
pulled me into a hug. She let me go and, with a sad 
smile, said, "Come on in."

Setting down the single backpack that I'd brought, I 
looked around the house, not quite believing that my 
father was really gone. A thrill shot through my body 
as I realized that my mother and I were here alone 
like in my fantasies but it died down when I 
remembered my top priority. Find out what she was 
feeling.

"Are you?" I paused, unsure if I should continue. 
"Are you okay?"

"Yes," my mom said. She chuckled sardonically. "And 
that's the problem. My husband's dead and I feel just 
fuckin' fine! There's something really wrong with 
that."

I had never heard my mother curse before.

To this day I don't know what possessed my mother to 
say the things she did. "When he died, I didn't feel 
grief. Regret, but not grief. Mostly all I felt was 
relief. I can get a new start. A new life." She 
looked at me with a rather un-motherly type of love. 
"With you."

I think it was my emotional turmoil and my mother's 
own lack of inhibition that made me do what I did 
next. I kissed her on the lips the way a lover would. 
And she reciprocated wholeheartedly. She started 
rubbing my crotch through my pants and, even though I 
had cum so much yesterday, my cock was brought to 
life instantly.

My mother pulled back suddenly. "I-I'm sorry. I 
shouldn't have..."

"No it's okay." I took her by the shoulders and 
pulled her closer. "Really."

"I shouldn't do this. I don't know how you're 
feeling."

"The same way you are." I kissed her again. This 
time, there was no resistance.

I ran my right hand over my mother's ass through the 
paper-thin cloth of her worn nightdress. I moved my 
left hand over her braless right breast and fondled 
it softly. All the while my erection strained 
painfully against the inside of my pants.

Mom broke off the kiss. "Let's go upstairs," she 
whispered. I nodded eagerly.

We returned to our room. The moment we were inside 
the door, Mom stripped off her nightdress and stood 
before me in just her panties. My hands shaking, I 
struggled with the fly of my pants.

"Let's get those out of the way. Lay down." I lay on 
my back as my mother undid my fly and pulled my pants 
down, undressing me the way she had when I was just a 
child. I pulled off my shirt as she removed my 
boxers, revealing the erect pole underneath, its tip 
wet. My mother lay on top of me for a moment, just 
gazing at it. For the first time since I'd arrived, 
she was smiling brilliantly.

Finally, she climbed on top of me and impaled herself 
on my cock. I pushed in smoothly, reaching up and 
playing with her beautiful tits as I entered her. She 
arched her back, sighing softly.

I began thrusting up into her, feeling her cunt 
grasping every inch of my cock, stroking it back and 
forth. My mother leaned forward and gave me another 
wet kiss.

I rolled over on top of her, grabbing her shapely 
buttocks as I did. I continued thrusting into her and 
she thrust back, our humping getting quicker and 
quicker. My mother isn't a screamer, but her soft 
gasps and sighs, quickening as I brought her toward 
her climax, were sexier than anything I could have 
imagined.

"Eddie, I-I'm gonna..."

"Cum?" I managed to get out that single word between 
moans.

"Yes, cum," she said, as if the dirty word were 
strange to her tongue. "I'm gonna cum! Oh! Uhhh! 
Ohhhh!" Her beautiful face scrunched up and she 
clenched her teeth as I felt her cunt contracting 
around my shaft. In short order, I hit my own orgasm.

"Oh goddamn!" I felt a surge of cum shoot through my 
shaft and blast full force into my mother's cunt and 
up into the womb I had come from. We continued 
humping together throughout our climax, my cock 
continuing to shoot spurt after spurt inside her.

As our orgasms subsided, I pulled out of my mother 
and slumped down on top of her. I wrapped my arms 
around her, kissing her bare breasts. She hugged me 
closer and we lay there together, basking in the 
afterglow of our union.

For a while, we lay together in silence. "Hey, Mom. 
Remember our last talk here? The one where I said I'd 
like to be your husband?"

She nodded.

"I meant it."

She grinned brilliantly. "I meant it when I said I'd 
like to be your wife."

I took her hand. "Michelle, will you marry me?"

"Yes."

And that was it. From then on out, we were secretly 
husband and wife. Our relationship took off and we 
never looked back.

We spent the rest of that day in bed.

END

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