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Loving Mom
by Anonymous (no address provided)
***
A high school boy seduces his attractive mother and
finds that she reciprocates his sexual affections.
Explicit sexual content. A slightly altered but true
story. (F/m-teen, inc, mast, rom)
***
"Wow! How would you like to "do" her?" muttered one of
my lunchtime table buddies as the 12th grade English
teacher, Mrs. Larson walked by. Mrs. Larson was young,
blond, had big tits and nice legs. Her nipples always
seemed about to punch through the front of her blouse.
She strode by like a pigeon, breast thrust forward and a
little wiggle of her hips, fully aware that she excited
the desires of her teenage male admirers.
I was just entering my senior year in high school.
During lunchtime the guys talked about what it would be
like to sleep with older women. Many of us had actually
experienced sex with girls in our class but these were
usually quick encounters after dances and school events.
A few of the guys had steady girlfriends and one of the
girls in our school was pregnant. After all, it is the
21st century and teen aged sex wasn't that unusual. But
older women seemed have a mystique. We felt that they
had depths of sexual knowledge that the girls in our
school lacked.
We all fantasized about sleeping with some of the
prettier female teachers. Most of our talk was based on
wishful thinking, all except mine. I suspected that I
was the only boy in the group with real experience with
an older women. I have been fucking my own mother for
almost a year.
The story about how I started fucking my Mom sounds like
a porn internet fantasy except that it is absolutely
true. Improbable events must happen to somebody
sometimes. In this case it was me. My Mom was
approaching 40 but was still a real beauty. Her figure
was trim. She had been a dancer and her legs were great.
On her frequent jogs around the neighborhood her breasts
bounced and her pony tail whipped back and forth. Just
the thing to ignite teen aged lust. She looked like a
running wet dream. My high school buddies all called her
the mega-MILF of the neighborhood. It took me some time
to find out what MILF meant. After I found out, I didn't
know whether to be insulted or proud of my Mom. Probably
a bit of both.
Until six years ago we were a normal family. We lived in
a nice suburb of Boston. Mom and Dad worked for the same
publishing house downtown, Dad as an executive, Mom as a
senior editor. Then Dad was killed in a tragic traffic
accident. He had been an astute investor and his stock
portfolio plus a large insurance settlement left us well
fixed financially. Mom didn't have to work anymore and
now moonlighted as the research librarian at the local
college.
In the first years after Dad's death Mom and I were very
close. She hugged me frequently and sat close to me on
the couch when we were watching television on the big
set in our living room. But lately I distanced myself
from her. I found her close physical presence
uncomfortable. Frankly contact with Mom became
embarrassing. I didn't know how to handle the fact that
I was powerfully sexually aroused by my own mother.
After Dad died, Mom was very casual about clothes at
home. She rarely wore a bra and her legs were always
bare. When she bent over to pour me a glass of milk at
breakfast I always tried to look into her blouse to try
to catch a glimpse of her large breasts. A couple of
times I was rewarded by the sight of her nipple. It was
the size of a thimble, centered in a light brown areola
that covered much of the end of her breast.
I lusted after my Mom. What hormone driven teen ager
wouldn't? I tried to sneak peeks at her when she was
dressing or undressing, look down her cleavage or up her
skirt. I found it hard not to get an erection when she
stripped down to skimpy shorts and a sports bra to work
out on the exercise equipment we had in the basement. I
even had the impossible Oedipal fantasy of making love
to her. But that would have to be satisfied by
masturbation. She was my Mom after all.
I was obsessed with Mom's legs. Maybe it was because all
my Superhero comic books showed girls with impossibly
long shapely legs. The girls all had bulging breasts too
but they were always covered by some discrete shreds of
fabric. Naked tits must have seemed too indecent for
young readers but there was always plenty of leg.
Mom's legs were sensuously full, and to my mind, very
erotic. Each of her strong thighs was almost as big
around as my waist. They bulged slightly to accommodate
her hamstrings. The thighs narrowed at the knee and then
expanded into full shapely calves. It was all I could do
not to get an erection when Mom would sit in front of me
in a short skirt.
When Mom crossed one leg over the other, her calf,
pressed over the opposite knee, made the most sensuous
curve. Her full thighs stretched the seams of her tight
skirt. Even the soft sound that her legs made as thigh
slithered over thigh when she crossed them made my cock
hard. I wanted to put my hands around her legs, knead
her calves, raise her skirt, and run my face up her
thighs to her crotch. Of course I never could do it. She
was my Mom after all.
Last spring, when an after school soccer practice was
cancelled, I returned home two hours before my regular
time. I heard sounds, soft voices interspersed with
moans, coming from Mom's bedroom. The door was ajar. The
room was dimly illuminated by the light from a
flickering TV screen. Through the slightly open door I
could see that Mom was lying almost naked on the bed
wearing only an unfastened robe. The shower in the
adjacent bathroom was still dripping.
Obviously Mom had just left the shower, put on the
terrycloth robe and lay down on the bed. The bedroom TV
was tuned to a porn channel. The screen showed a dark
haired man and a blond woman fondling each other's
genitals while protesting between caresses that they
shouldn't be cheating on their respective spouses. Mom's
head was propped on a pillow watching the screen. This
must have been the source of the sounds that I had
heard.
One of Mom's hands was in the open top of the robe
clutching a big breast. The fingers of the other hand
moved in her crotch. Her motions replicated but were
much more intense than those of the couple on TV. They
were acting. Mom was doing herself for real. The nipple
and areola of her breast was wet, swollen and red as if
she had been vigorously sucking on it. Her body rolled
from side to side. Strange sounds and gasps came from
Mom's throat. At first I thought that something was
wrong. Then I realized that she was masturbating.
While I masturbated frequently, like most teen aged
boys, I never thought that grown women did it to
themselves too. I knew that I shouldn't be looking. It
was a private moment. But I didn't leave. I stared at
Mom's almost naked body. It was infinitely more
revealing than trying to sneak a peek up Mom's skirt or
trying to look down her cleavage. Her breasts were in
clear view with very stiff nipples. The soft mounds of
flesh rippled with each body motion. How could I look
away?
Sexual passion mixed with anguish contorted Mom's face.
Her cheeks were flushed and her hair tousled. I stood
fixed to the spot, not daring to make a sound while she
masturbated. She gasped, she made throaty noises. Her
hand flailed around on her vulva, fully visible through
the open robe. Her lovely legs bent and extended, moving
in a spastic dance as she vigorously attended to her
carnal needs. The round globes of her tight ass bounced
on the bed in time with her hand motions.
Even in disarray Mom was absolutely lovely. Her motions
became frantic. The hand clutching her breast squeezed
it so tightly that the end bulged like a water balloon.
The nipple and areola were expanded to twice their
normal size, the skin almost taut enough to burst. Then
both hands were in her crotch, attending to the needs of
her pussy. The fingers of one hand made squishy sounds
as they thrust in and out of her vagina.
I didn't know much about female masturbation but she was
furiously finger fucking herself. The fingers of the
other hand pulled and stroked her clitoris. Mom rolled
her body from side to side offering glimpses of her wet
swollen genitals. She kept driving her glistening
fingers in and out of her cunt, her hips rising with
each stroke.
I made a slight noise as I shifted my position in the
doorway. Mom's head turned and she stared directly at
me. I couldn't hide the fact that I was looking directly
at her nor that I had a massive hard on. But she didn't
stop what she was doing. Indeed, her actions may have
gotten more frantic.
The robe fell entirely away from her body revealing
everything. Her fingers kept working in her vagina,
lubricated by her pussy juices. Her hips rose and fell.
Her legs tensed and vibrated, muscles alternately
contracting and relaxing. All the while Mom stared
directly at me. Our eyes were locked. She gazed at me
intently as if she was making some momentous decision.
She licked her lips.
Mom opened her mouth and started to say something to me
but it was too late.
She gasped in shocked surprise, "Oh no! I'm not ready
yet! I'm cumming!"
Her head jerked back. She seemed almost in a frenzy.
Despite her stated reluctance to have a climax, Mom's
finger motions increased in intensity, one hand flailed
at her pussy, the fingers of the other drove deep into
her vagina. Her hips rose to meet her hands as she
reached a climactic peak. Her legs stiffened into rigid
pillars of flesh extending in front of her, the muscles
etched in sharp detail.
Her calves contracted as she toe danced into ecstasy.
She started to shake, hips thrusting upwards, stomach
quivering. Her entire body spasmed, tensed to what
apparently was an unexpected orgasm. Certainly it was
one she hadn't anticipated having so soon. She moaned
and and shuddered as she climaxed.
Her body formed a perfect arch on the bed, supported
only by her thrown back head and her heels. Every muscle
was taut. Legs and torso completely rigid. Her orgasm
seemed to last and last. Then, with a final gasp she
collapsed into a flaccid heap on the bed. Finally Mom
closed her eyes. There was no possibility of either of
us denying what she had done. Her pussy was red and
dripping and her abused breast had dark finger bruises.
She was sex personified. I quietly closed her door and
went to my room.
Both of us knew what I had seen but by mutual implicit
agreement neither of us mentioned what had occurred.
Talking about what was on both of our minds would have
been awkward.
That night I lay awake in bed for hours thinking of my
Mom and occasionally fingering my cock. I was obsessed
by what I had seen that afternoon. I simply had to see
it again. Finally I heard the grandfather clock in the
living room strike 4 a.m. The sky would soon begin to
lighten. Mom should be deeply asleep at this time. I
quietly made my way to her room. The door opened
noiselessly and I slipped in. The moonlight through the
window illuminated the scene.
It was a hot night and Mom had thrown the covers off.
She was lying on her back wearing a thin nightgown. Her
legs were apart. The alabaster flesh of her thighs was
smooth. Her breasts rose and fell slightly with each
breath. She wasn't wearing panties and her lower torso
was only lightly covered. Her body drew me forward like
a magnet. I crawled up on her bed between the V of her
legs and slowly moved the fabric of the nightgown out of
the way. She had taken a shower just before retiring and
smelled of soap and water with a faint scent of jasmine.
It was intoxicating.
My target was her pussy. I wanted to see it, maybe even
kiss it. Just one kiss and then I would leave. I lowered
my face. Mom's scent grew stronger. I quickly kissed her
pubic mound. Mom didn't move. Perhaps I could do more. I
trembled as I put out my tongue and lowered it to her
touch her labia. What if she should wake up? I licked,
softly at first, then a bit harder. My tongue stroked up
her labia to her clitoris. I felt my Mom stir and I was
sure she was going to waken and chase me out of her
room. Instead she put her hand on my head and softly
said, "Suck me. Suck me harder baby."
She must have known it was me but I'm sure she thought
she was dreaming. Mom wrapped her sexy legs around me
and pulled me into her. Her hands reached down and
separated her pussy lips so I could get to the juicy
parts inside. I covered her hands with my own and
entwined my fingers with hers.
It was wild, both of us holding hands, our fingers
playing with Mom's cunt. It was truly cooperative. She
stroked her own pussy lips and guided my mouth to her
clitoris. Her labia swelled under our joint caresses and
the scent grew stronger. Mom raised her hips a bit and
pressed her pussy tighter into my mouth.
I slipped my tongue into her vagina as Mom pulled her
labia apart to let me get deeper. Her thighs squeezed my
head and I could feel her muscles contract as my tongue
caressed her clitoris. It was a totally unexpected
feast. I had entered her room merely for a look, and
perhaps a quick kiss. Yet here I was, eating her cunt
like I was consuming a gourmet meal.
Mom moved her hips gently as I lightly chewed her pussy
lips. Her hands rested on the back of my head, lightly
guiding me to the most sensitive areas. She lay back on
the bed and the lower part of her body started quivering
in her very private pleasure.
"Yes, yes, I love it," Mom whispered. "Oh baby, eat me,
lick me, suck me. You are making me feel so good. Yes!"
Mom seemed to be talking in her sleep. She was in that
half awake state between dreaming and wakefulness.
Anyway, she didn't ask me to stop.
Mom's hips lifted off the bed forcing my tongue deeper
into her cunt. Her hands gripped my head. Her legs
started to shake. I could feel the quiver in her thighs.
She made inarticulate gasping sounds. Then Mom gave a
final shudder and relaxed. All tension seemed to leave
her body.
We lay there for a few minutes without saying anything.
Then Mom said, "Come up to me."
I slithered up Mom's torso until our heads were side by
side.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I came home early yesterday. The
bedroom door was open and I saw you naked in bed. You
were so beautiful. I couldn't get the thought out of my
mind. I almost went crazy thinking about seeing you and
I had to see it again. When I saw you lying asleep, I
just couldn't stop myself."
Mom put her arms around me and drew me close. I could
feel her big breasts pressing through her nightgown
against my chest.
"Would you like to suck my titties dear? Just like you
did when you were a baby. I would really like that."
Her voice was soft and dreamy as if she was still
asleep. She slowly pulled her gown open and offered one
of her big breasts to me. I fondled the breast, twisting
it and pressing it with my fingers. As my eyes became
accustomed to the dim light in the room I could see that
Mom's tit was massive. It was the size of half a melon.
Her breast was very firm. My fingers sunk into the
tissue. I rubbed my hands over the areola and licked the
nipple and all around it.
Mom's face had a little smile as I played with her
breast. Her thimble sized nipple started to grow. It
stiffened and extended. The little bumps around the
areola became more prominent. I latched on to her huge
nipple like a baby and started sucking. It was warm and
swollen and filed my mouth. I had dim recollections of
actually sucking milk out of that nipple but it seemed
so long ago. I sucked, and tongued and even chewed her a
little while Mom pulled me close. Mom shut her eyes and
started gently stroking my head.
"Nurse from me, baby. Nurse from my big breast. Drink my
sweet milk."
It was almost as if she believed that she was really
nursing her child. But alas, she had no milk to give.
Mom's free hand reached down and encircled my penis. She
rubbed it gently as it grew harder. I felt exquisite
pleasure from my cock as I thrust into Mom's encircling
fingers. It was so relaxing that we both might have
dozed off for a while, me sucking, Mom stroking.
Mom lay back on the bed and pulled me over her. I
balanced on her firm body and full thighs. My face fell
into the canyon between her breasts. There was very
little soft about Mom except her huge tits. She held my
stiff penis in her hand rubbing the head against her
swollen labia and clitoris. I could feel the vaginal
lips getting wetter and wetter. We both moaned in
pleasure. Then Mom slipped my rigid penis into her.
Right in.
I couldn't believe it. I could feel my cock sliding into
her vagina, pushing her swollen pussy lips apart. My
full shaft penetrated. She might have been nearly 40 but
her cunt was tight enough to grip my penis like a velvet
glove. Mom raised her hips, put her hands on my ass and
pulled me in deep. I couldn't believe it. My cock was
actually in my Mom's vagina.
Instinct was in command. My cock was in a well of
wetness. Her pussy was closing on it and stroking it.
Mom still seemed to be in a daze between wakefulness and
sleep. She thrust a mountain of breast deep into my
gaping mouth. Our hip motion synchronized, her cunt
rising to meet my cock. We moved together for several
delightful seconds. Me thrusting down as Mom's hips
rose. Her hands pulled me tightly into her with each
stroke. I could barely believe it. I was really fucking
my Mom. Yes! Fucking!
Then, as if she suddenly woke from a dream and realized
what was happening, she cried, "OH MY GOD! WHAT AM I
DOING?" A pause, as if to comprehend the situation,
then, "I'M BEING FUCKED! MY SON'S COCK IS IN ME! OH GOD!
I'M BEING FUCKED! FUCKED! IT'S NOT A DREAM! MY BABY IS
FUCKING ME!"
But she didn't push me away. Mom's hands grabbed my ass
and pulled me tightly into her. Her body bucked and
heaved while I tried to hang on like Captain Ahab
clinging to Moby Dick. After several minutes of fierce,
ball busting fucking, I felt my scrotum begin to
tighten. She wrapped her legs around me and pummeled my
back with her calves. Her muscular legs forced me into
her, directing the timing of my fucking. I could feel
myself nearing the point of eruption as Mom writhed and
spasmed under me urging me to fuck her harder
"FUCK ME, FUCK ME! MORE, DO ME MORE! OH BABY FUCK ME,
FUCK ME! YES, YES! FUCK! FUCK! OH YES! I'M ABOUT TO CUM!
I'M CUMMMING! I'M CUUMMMING NOW! YES!"
I wrapped my arms around her to hold on to her bucking
body. I felt myself ejaculating. It was a wonderful
agony. I spewed what seemed like a pint of semen into
Mom's cunt but my feelings were submerged in the
earthquake that was Mom's orgasm.
No more the rational, unemotional mother, she had become
an almost violently sexual being. Her throat made
involuntary sounds of pleasure. We lay quietly for a few
moment. The Mom started moving again. My cock was still
hard. Nothing beats teen aged endurance. She drive up
and down on me, literally fucking herself with my penis.
Her arms held me tight, hands on my ass, pulling me into
her. Mom's body tensed and her muscles became as hard as
boards. She shook. She screamed. She was having a second
climax. I felt her cunt lock down around my cock,
squeezing it so hard I couldn't stop from exploding. I
came another time almost as violently as the first.
No more the rational librarian, she had become an almost
violently sexual being. Her throat made involuntary
sounds of pleasure. Mom's body tensed and her muscles
became as hard as boards. I felt her cunt lock down
around my cock, squeezing it so hard I couldn't stop
from exploding. I came almost simultaneously with Mom.
"You are filling me so full," she cried. "I love it. Now
turn me over and come into me from behind. I really like
it from behind. Fuck me like a doggie. I want to be
fucked like a doggie."
Mom pulled off me and knelt on her hands and knees,
exposing her lovely ass. She put my penis in her cunt
and then pushed backward against me. I slipped right in
and I could feel her cunt stretching to accommodate. I
went all the way forward, in one slow even thrust, until
I was up against her butt. Soon I was moving in and out
like a piston. I wrapped my arms around her thighs. I
could feel my balls squeezed between my body and her ass
with each stroke.
"Yes, yes!" she cried. "Do it. FUCK ME!"
Mom's boobs were bouncing up and down in time with each
thrust. I reached my hands around her back and grasped
her dangling nipples clutching them and the soft flesh
of the areolas between my thumbs and forefingers. I used
them as reins to pull her body back and forth on my
cock. I could feel my balls hit her ass every time I
jerked her backward. I yanked on her breasts so hard I
was afraid her nipples would be torn off. Mom leaned
forward and I pulled her back tugging on her tits.
"Yes, squeeze my nipples. Pinch them! Pull my titties
harder! Harder! Hurt me! I like it!"
I rode her so vigorously that I forced her down off her
knees and into the bedspread beneath us.
"YES, YES, BABY! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! PULL MY TITTIES!
HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER! YES!"
Within seconds she started rising to another shuddering
climax. She began gasping and making inarticulate
sounds, punctuating my thrusts with throaty moans of
pleasure.
"YES, YES, YES. OH GOD! YES, YES!" This time she really
screamed as her whole body tensed and she shook to
another orgasm.
After more minutes of growing pleasure, Mom collapsed
her arms and her head and shoulders were down on the
bed, her butt sticking up. I felt the buildup and knew I
was going to have a huge orgasm myself.
I started pounding into her just a little bit harder. I
pulled her tits, jerking her body back and forth. Mom
screamed into the mattress and grabbed handfuls of
sheets as I fucked. I felt Mom spasm and shudder. I was
still holding onto Mom's nipples, pounding into her for
all I was worth, immersed in my own feelings. My cock
hadn't lost any of its stiffness and I kept driving in
and out of Mom's tight cunt.
I could feel the unbearable tension grow in my groin and
I came again. Mom was having still another orgasm the
way she was gripping the sheets and screaming into the
mattress. I kept fucking as long as I could, Mom
flailing about under me cumming over and over.
Eventually I stopped, still on my knees, buried all the
way inside. Mom just stayed where she was, breathing
heavy and then fell forward, pulling me out of her in
the process.
After we stopped breathing hard Mom shook her body,
breasts swaying, pony tail whipping back and forth. A
vision of loveliness, and, I might add, of totally
satisfied sexuality. Neither of us said anything for a
long time. She leaned over an planted a kiss on my still
erect penis.
"I love your cock." Mom said, succinctly summing up the
evening's events. She caressed it softly. "It's so nice
and fresh."
Then Mom turned to me and spoke quietly. It was like
opening the flood gates of a dam. She said things I
never expected to hear from my normally reserved and
objective mother.
"Thank you, dear, for giving me such lovely orgasms.
But, baby, we have to talk. I mean really talk about
what happened. We committed incest. Mothers and sons
should never make love to each other. It was all my
fault. I should have stopped you but you were loving me
so wonderfully that I couldn't. I don't want you to feel
guilty about it.
"I'm embarrassed that you caught me masturbating but I
have to do it to myself once in a while to keep from
going crazy. Having my son see me naked, giving myself a
climax makes what I have to say much easier. I can't
hide anything. I know I shouldn't be talking about this
but I have to tell someone or I will explode. You are
almost an adult. After what we just did to each other
I'm sure nothing I say will shock you. Hear me out.
Forget that I'm your mother for a while and just think
of me as a woman.
"I discovered sex when I was a young girl in boarding
school. All of us lived in a dormitory. Boys on one
floor, girls on another. I wanted to be a dancer. My
life consisted of school work and dance practice. The
dance teacher claimed that relieving sexual tension
would help my performance. I didn't really believe that
but the teacher insisted. She liked to cuddle me and
touch me between the legs. It felt good so I let her.
But after a few months she found a younger girl who was
more compliant so she left me to my own devices.
"We had no TV in our dorm. When the lights went out the
boys sneaked into the girl's quarters and crawled into
our beds. It was our nightly amusement. I shared my body
parts with most of the boys and girls in my dorm. We
were very free with each other. After my first few
fumbling attempts, I found that I really enjoyed sex. I
lost my virginity at twelve and I didn't miss it one
bit. I'm sure other boarding schools were just like
mine. My childish evening climaxes relieved all the
pressure of the day.
"I liked sex so much that I even thought that something
was wrong with me. I had read about nymphomania in a
woman's magazine. Perhaps I was a nymphomaniac. I
worried a lot about wanting sex so frequently. But a few
years later when I got to college my female health
counselor assured me that many girls my age liked having
sex. I was simply at the high end of the range and that
I should be careful to make the boys wear condoms."
"I majored in English but I continued my dance lessons.
After I graduated I auditioned for several touring
Broadway musicals and even got the role of the "Tits and
Ass" girl in a summer production of "Chorus Line." The
play's run lasted for six months and my tits and ass got
plenty of exercise on and offstage.
"I liked to dance but I knew that not too many dancers
worked regularly because there was too much competition.
Musical theater was on the way out and young dancers
were as common as summer flowers. Thanks to my degree in
English I finally got a steady job with a book publisher
as an assistant editor.
"I was supposed to help fledgling authors clean up their
prose. I was pretty good but my job became much easier
when I decided to let the authors sleep with me. They
didn't have to try very hard to get into my pants. I was
very cooperative. It was a good way to get them to agree
to my editorial changes in their manuscripts. In a way
you can say that I fucked my way up the promotion
ladder.
"You must think that I'm a loose woman. But I'm not. I'm
a very moral person. I respect the sanctity of marriage
and I try to be a good mother. It's just that I never
lost my very high need for sex. In my defense, after I
grew up I never slept with anyone I didn't respect. In
the years after our marriage Dad and I were absolutely
faithful to each other.
"During our marriage Dad and I made love almost every
night. Dad worked hard. Sometimes he wasn't up to doing
me. After all he was 20 years older than I was. So on
those nights when he didn't have enough energy to fuck
me Dad had me play with myself. He liked to watch me
masturbate. I liked it too. It turned both of us on.
"Dad would massage my breasts while I finger fucked
myself. Then he would suck the juices off my wet
fingers. He liked to watch me climax. After I climaxed
he would lie between my legs and eat my cunt until I
came again. I loved what he did to me. Dad and I were
completely satisfied. We loved to fuck and we fucked
because we were in love.
"After Dad died I couldn't contain my grief. Often I
cried myself to sleep. I would touch my body in the way
Dad had touched it, trying to pretend that he was there
in bed with me. I felt that I could deny the fact of
Dad's death by imagining that he was fondling me,
believing that the more orgasms I gave myself, the
closer he would be to me.
"My sexual drive stayed the same after Dad died but
since I didn't have a man in my life I had to satisfy
myself. I would often masturbate when you were in
school, knowing that I had a few hours of privacy. If I
needed a climax while I was working I would simply go to
the staff restroom, lock myself in a stall and give
myself a quick orgasm. I kept a lipstick sized vibrator
in my purse for just such emergencies. I really missed
the physical contact with another human being but
masturbation was such an easy way to resolve tension.
"Mother's aren't supposed to be aroused by their sons
nor sons by their mothers. But I was. When I washed you
when you were young I would rub your little cock with a
washcloth until it got stiff. I wondered what it would
feel like in me.
"After you became a teen ager I even fantasized that
your cock was in me when I masturbated. Or, at least
that you were watching me "do" myself although I doubted
that I would have ever displayed myself to you nude.
That would have been improper. I know that you sneaked
looks at me when I was dressing and I could see you get
a hard on when I showed a little tit or leg. I would
have loved to help you take care of your erection but I
was afraid that I would shock you. Maybe cause
irreparable psychological damage. At least that's what
the child care books said.
"When you caught me "doing" myself yesterday the
decision was made for me. You saw everything I had to
offer. Naked tits, juicy cunt, fingers in my vagina -
everything. You even saw me have a climax. Dad used to
tell me that when I did myself I put on a great show. I
hope you liked what you saw.
"I looked at your hard on when you were standing in the
doorway and I wanted to tell you to stick your cock into
me and finish me off. But I waited too long. Just
knowing that you were watching me made me get too
excited. I felt my legs get stiff and I came much
quicker than I expected. Too quick. I had an orgasm
before I could ask you to join me. Then you went to your
room. It's too bad. I really was ready to have you fuck
me then.
"I'm so happy that you found the courage to make love to
me tonight. It's not something that I would have
initiated. I felt that I was having a wonderful dream.
Once you started to eat my pussy I knew that I wanted
your cock inside me. I just had to put your penis in my
vagina. It wasn't until I finally woke up that I
realized that it wasn't a dream. My son was fucking me.
"And I was fucking him. We were fucking each other. It
felt so good. I knew that it was wrong but I couldn't
make myself stop. I needed to have you make me cum. I'm
so glad we finally fucked each other. So glad.
"I've pretty well adjusted to life as an almost middle
aged matron. I don't want the complication of finding
another husband and I don't like one night stands. But I
desperately need sexual satisfaction. No one ever gave
me climaxes like you did. Not even Dad. You were the
best. I really want us to do it again.
"Let's not beat around the bush. Dad is dead but I'm
still alive. I don't want to just satisfy myself. I
would love to have you in my bed regularly. Of course I
am your mother so what we will be doing is legally
incest. The law says that mothers and sons shouldn't
fuck each other. It is supposed to do bad things to the
babies. But I don't think I can get pregnant any more so
that shouldn't be a problem. After you were born I had
my tubes tied.
"If you are willing to overlook the little legal
technicality of incest, it will be a lot of fun. Things
will be just as they were before. As far as anyone knows
we will still be mother and son. No one need know that
we have sex with each other.
"If you decide that you want to sleep with me again I
promise to give everything I have to loving you. No
holds barred. I know that I'm a great piece of ass just
like Dad said. I've had plenty of experience. I've
learned all the tricks. I may not look like a teen ager
but I can make love better than anyone you are likely to
meet for the next few years. If you decide to share my
bed I'll be your piece of ass. I'll do whatever you
want... in the bedroom.
"I just want you to give me climaxes like the ones I had
tonight."You can make love to me any way you want. Any
time you want. You can use my legs, tits and cunt as you
will. I am all yours. You won't have to sneak looks at
my boobies and try to see up my skirt anymore. It was
obvious that you got erections when I sat close to you
on the couch. Now when we are watching TV at night you
can play with my titties and finger my clit while I give
you a blow job.
"I know my legs are sexy. I have nice calves and firm
thighs. I know you like them. I can see that your cock
gets hard when I cross my legs in front of you. I used
to do it deliberately to tease you. Now you can play
with my legs as much as you like. You can lick all the
way up my legs and feast on what's between them. I'll
wrap my sexy legs around you when you fuck me. You can
have all of me for real.
"I want to be a good mother and help you any way I can.
I know young boys want variety. I don't want to
monopolize you but finding the right girls takes a lot
of time and effort and often is so disappointing. By
loving me you won't have to worry about getting any of
your partners pregnant or catching some disease. When
you feel like masturbating over one of your teachers or
classmates you can fuck me instead.
"I don't expect 100% fidelity. I won't feel bad if you
pretend that you are doing someone else. Even your big
titted English teacher. I've seen the way you look at
her at PTA meetings. When you handle my tits and make me
climax you can pretend it is her. Even I think she is
sexy. If I were a few years younger I might like to give
her a try myself. I'll bet she screams a lot when she
cums. But I won't make a move on her. I'll leave her for
you. If you're lucky, that is. Remember, if you do get
her into your bed, I would love a threesome.
"Don't be upset. I'm not a lesbian. It's just that women
like to make love to other women too. I learned that
when I was young. You didn't think that all those
authors I worked with were men, did you? You don't have
to be gay to realize that even women like to suck other
women's tits. I've found that some women can give me a
decent leg thrashing orgasm too. They know just where to
touch me.
"Even if you pretend I'm someone else when you fuck me,
it will be your cock in my cunt. You may imagine that
you are making love to your dream girl but I'm the one
that will have the orgasm. That is if you are willing to
make love to a woman old enough to be your mother.
"I know that it can't last. Eventually you will find
someone your own age. Or you may even get tired of me.
But I hope that you will make love to me regularly until
you go to college. Maybe even a few times when you come
home on vacation. I have been keeping my libido in check
for far too long.
"If you take me up on my offer we will have to be very
discrete about it. You can never tell anyone what we do.
And I guess we better shut the windows next time. I made
enough noise to wake the neighbors. Now we both better
get a couple of hours of sleep before I'm tempted to ask
you to fuck me again. By the way, you are a great mother
fucker."
And that's the story of how I started fucking my mother.
Believe it or not.
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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