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Mom, Is That You?
by LJDofus75 (ljdoofus75@gmail.com)

***

It was a dark and stormy night when a son and his mom 
found each other. This story is written from both the 
son and mother's perspectives. The differences are 
designated by SSSSS and MMMMM, Son and Mom, 
respectively. (MF, inc, mast, oral, anal, voy)

***

As I know now, my brother and I grew up in a very 
liberal household - three males and a lovely female, my 
Mom. I didn't notice Mom too much growing except she 
loved us, took care of us and worked, too - the real 
"Super Mom". The first time that I became aware that my 
Mom was a real beauty was that Thanksgiving when my 
dad's recently divorced brother would stare at her a lot 
and whisper comments like your Mom's pretty hot. 

It was winter. How could she be hot? I noticed that he 
ogled her breasts when she wasn't looking then he'd rub 
himself. I was eleven at the time. After that, I started 
thinking differently about her. 

Being in a house with three males, we were all 
uninhibited about our bodies. Most of the time, we all 
walked around half naked including my Mom. It just 
wasn't a big deal, but after Thanksgiving, I did begin 
to notice her tits and they were a lot bigger than most 
of my friends moms. She always took her bath around 
eight, and after that, she'd dress in her nightgown, 
which was pretty transparent. 

I could see the outline of her areolas and her bush. She 
never wore anything underneath it, but if it was really 
cold, she'd wear something over it. I always hated the 
winter because of that. There were times during the 
winter when her housecoat would flop open and I would 
get a glimpse of her nipples sticking straight out in 
the cool air. 

I usually had to leave after that to relieve myself 
because I was sticking straight out, too. My older 
brother noticed, too. He'd tell me that we were lucky to 
be getting a peek at a "real" woman.

One evening, after Mom wore a new mini-nightie, he 
caught me masturbating. He told me that he'd tell Mom if 
I didn't do what he said. I was scared I'd get in 
trouble, but most of all, I was afraid that Mom would 
stop wearing her nighties, so I said, "What do you 
want?"

He replied, "You need to jack me off." I didn't know 
what that meant, but explained he wanted me to do his 
thing like I had been doing mine. I didn't think that 
was too bad, so I did. It was fun watching him squirm 
around until I was surprised when his dick shot a bunch 
of stuff out the end. It looked like one of those 
synchronized fountains that shoots water blasts to 
music. Mine had never done that. I was shocked and 
stopped.

He said, "Don't stop. Keep doing it until the stuff 
stops coming out." I followed his orders and wondered 
what was this sticky, white stuff as it coated my hand 
and shot on his belly ?

I asked, "What is this stuff?"

He replied, "Well, when you get older, it's the stuff 
that makes you a man."

"What's it do?" I queried.

"It's what's makes girls have babies." he answered.

"Why doesn't mine do that?" I responded.

"Because you're not a man yet, but I can teach you some 
things that will make it happen sooner." He eagerly 
retorted. That was the beginning of my warped sexual 
education thanks to my brother, Darian. In addition to 
jacking him off, he convinced me that if I sucked his 
thing and drank his juice that mine would start sooner. 
I thought why would he lie to me? Sometimes he would 
suck my thing, too. I really liked the sensation 
especially when I came. This went on until he graduated.

After he left for college, I always had Mom to look at 
because she hadn't changed her nightly routine and I 
would jack off regularly after watching her walk around 
the house. Her tits would bounce up and down or sway 
from side to side and every now and then I'd get a peek 
at her pussy hair. By then, I knew what it was covering 
up and I wished I could see hers. I finally started 
getting some young tuna from a couple girls in my class, 
but I always wondered what Mom's looked like.

Sometimes when we'd go on summer vacations, we'd rent a 
beach house on a desolate portion of the California 
coast. Mom would sunbathe without her top. She really 
had nice tits. I liked to watch them after she came out 
of the water and laid on a towel. The breeze would cause 
her nipples to grow stiff and stick up about an inch or 
more. It was so hot that I usually when into the house 
to jack off after witnessing that. 

From inspecting her undergarments, I found out that they 
were 36Ds, her panties were 34s and her jeans had a 26 
inch waist. Mom's attire was a little slutty at times. 
She seemed to enjoy showing off what she had and I think 
Dad liked having her on his arm that way. She's a little 
bit of an exhibitionist and relishes having people ogler 
her. She kept all my friends in a constant state of 
arousal during HS. They all said that they really liked 
her. I knew what they meant – they'd like to fuck her. 
She was a MILF.

Like my brother, I went off to college and found plenty 
of chicks to fuck. I enjoyed making them do things to me 
or letting me do things to them. My brother had taught 
me a lot of stuff. Apparently, some of it was deemed 
perverted by most of the girls I dated, but the ones 
that got into it, really enjoyed the activities.

After my first year, Mom and I had the chance to go on a 
week-long July vacation to our lake side cabin in Utah. 
Dad had some business thing he couldn't miss and my 
brother was married so he couldn't make it either. Mom 
said, "It'll be nice just the two of us and all that 
quiet."

We arrived at our sylvan cabin by the lake. It wasn't 
large just two bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room with a 
fireplace and a big picture window looking onto the lake 
and a bath with shower. I unpacked the car as we settled 
in. 

Mom was putting all the food stuff away and I was 
enjoying watching her stretch and lean over the counter 
to reach the top shelf to put various items in their 
place. She still had nice tits. I always enjoyed coming 
to this place. The scenery was beautiful; the fishing 
was good; the air was fresh and I had many great 
memories from past trips. 

We spent the rest of the day just walking around the 
lake to see if anything had changed. With all that fresh 
air, I had worked up a sizable appetite. Mom fix a 
sensible but scrumptious dinner.

MMMMM

It was supposed to be our normal July vacation to our 
Utah lake cabin, but my husband had an important work 
deal that he had to close. If everything went well, it 
would double his salary for the year, so I couldn't be 
mad at him for not coming. My older son, Darian, and his 
wife had delivered our first granddaughter (I was too 
young to be a grandma) a month previous and they didn't 
want to be dragging her all over the country. 

I was determined that what was left of our family was 
going to continue our tradition, so my younger son, 
Darius, and I were going - no matter what. We packed up 
my SUV with a week's worth of supplies and gear then 
struck out at four in the morning on the twelve hour 
drive from Redding to Yuba Lake, Utah. 

It was a long haul, but we swapped off driving duties, 
talked about his first year at USC and listened to a lot 
of music. This trip would allow us to get reacquainted. 
I think his leaving home affected me more than I 
expected. After he left, it was so quiet around the 
house - no more constant stream of his friends or girls 
coming by. I guess I was suffering a little from "Empty 
Nest Syndrome".

We had always had a great relationship even when he was 
just a kid. He liked to tell me everything about his 
life. I knew I'd miss those conversations, but never 
this much. I wouldn't admit it, but he was always Mom's 
favorite. I don't know why exactly, but we always seemed 
to connect perfectly on so many levels. Now, he was a 
handsome, smart, young man and I was very proud of him 
and his accomplishments.

As soon as we arrived, Darius unpacked the car while I 
put the food away. There were a couple times when I 
noticed him just standing there looking at me, I finally 
said, "Hey, don't just stand there looking. Put the bags 
in the bedrooms."

Soon everything was unpacked and we decided to take a 
walk around the lake and get some fresh air. When we 
returned to our cabin, we were both hungry. I'd pre-
cooked dinner before we left Redding because I 
remembered that drive from previous years. All I had to 
do was nuke it and make a salad.

SSSSS

After dinner, we sat and talked about my first year at 
the university. She knew I was sexually active and asked 
about how my love life was going. I was embarrassed for 
about two seconds and responded pretty well, actually. A 
sly smiled rippled across her lovely lips and her eyes 
seemed to brighten just a little more. Mom and I always 
had open communications. She even talked with me about 
bedroom problems with her and Dad. Soon it was eight 
o'clock, Mom excused herself to take her bedtime shower.

When she returned, she said, "I'm done, but you probably 
need to wait a few minutes to let the water heater catch 
up." 

She was wearing her normal attire – a see-through 
nightie with nothing underneath. My trouser snake 
started to squirm. I could see her tits and that patch 
of dark cunt hair. There wasn't much left to the 
imagination. My thoughts of fucking her were quickly 
dispelled by normal mores saying that it's not morally 
acceptable, but I could look. After all, she was a 
beautiful woman. 

Finally, I heard the water heater shut off and headed 
for the shower. Once I was clean and dry, I returned to 
the living room in my underwear and a bathroom. Mom and 
I talked for about another hour. I'd get a glimpse at 
her pubes when she re-positioned herself while talking. 
It was getting late and we were both tired from the long 
drive, so we each settled in to our respective bedrooms 
for the night. 

I like to sleep in the nude as it affords me opportunity 
to jack off at any time during the night or first thing 
in the morning. This night, it began as soon as my butt 
hit the bed. The sight of my Mom traipsing around half-
naked had my thoughts on my cock. While lying there, I'd 
think about my fuck sessions during college, but every 
now and then, I'd think about my Mom, too. I came on my 
belly. 

One of the perverted things that my brother taught me 
was to enjoy the taste of cum. I scooped it up and 
licked my hand clean then quickly fell asleep.

MMMMM

We were both tired and in need of a shower. It was only 
eight o'clock, but I knew that if I didn't get ready for 
bed, I'd fall asleep on the sofa. After my shower, I 
threw on my nightie and returned to the living room. 

After my son took his shower, we talked for another 
hour. I was brave enough to ask him how his love life 
was. I didn't want to be surprised with a fiancιe out of 
the blue like his brother did. From his comments and to 
my relief, he was playing the field and had not settled 
in on one girl. 

Thank goodness, it was finally dark enough to go to bed. 
I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

SSSSS

The next day started out bright and sunny, I decided to 
go fishing off the dock. I grabbed my gear; the cup of 
worms I'd bought at the bait house across the lake the 
day before; a folding chair and set up residence at the 
end of the dock. I'd been there about thirty minutes 
when Mom showed up in her bikini. I don't know if it was 
an older one that was too small for her, but it was 
barely covering anything. She looked so hot.

She said, "You don't mind if I sunbathe while you fish."

"Of course not, but you have to be quiet. I've had a few 
bites. We don't want to spook the fish." I replied. 

She sat in front of me and asked me to put lotion on her 
back and shoulders. As I did, she slid her straps off 
and the bikini top slipped down a little. I could see 
her nipples. They were already hard and I was quickly 
getting that way. I'm not sure which pole was longer – 
my fishing pole or the one in my pants. Once I had 
thoroughly coated her back and shoulders, she spread her 
towel and laid down next to me.

After a few minutes, I looked down and saw her belly, 
chest and legs were glistening with beads of sweat. She 
looked like Rachel Welch behind those Foster Grants. Man 
was my Mom a sexy woman. She rolled over to cook the 
other side and now I was watching her nice ass as she 
twitched around. 

I was hard as a rock and filled with shame, but I 
convinced myself, it's OK to just look. She didn't go 
topless because there were too many people at the lake. 
I caught a few rainbow trout and we're going to have 
them dinner later.

We returned to the cabin and both took a quick shower. 
After cooking in the sun, Mom didn't want to be in the 
kitchen cooking something else, so we went to the local 
eating joint for a burger. We got a booth and she patted 
the seat next to her and said, "How 'bout if my big boy 
sits next to his Mom, so we can talk some more?" I slid 
in next to her. 

We began a wide-ranging conversation covering all kinds 
of topics. When she wanted to emphasize her point, she'd 
put her hand about mid-thigh on my leg and rub it up and 
down while talking to me. I'd forgotten how smart Mom 
was. After all, she did have a PhD. We finished our 
lunch and started the walk back to the cabin, which was 
difficult for me with a raging hard-on. 

She said, "I wish your Dad would have conversations like 
that with me. That was just mentally invigorating. I 
just love you to death, son." She threw her arm around 
me, pulled me in and kissed me. 

I replied, "Mom, please !"

She retorted, "Yes, I forgot. You're too big to have 
your Mom show you how much she loves you. Sorry if I 
embarrassed you."

Now I felt bad. I replied, "I'm sorry, Mom. You just 
caught me by surprise. I'm not embarrassed. I'm glad you 
love me so much." I gave her a hug and kissed her cheek. 
She beamed a big smile.

MMMMM

The next morning, the sun seemed to rise extra early and 
with its full intensity. After breakfast, my son decided 
to get his line wet and test his fishing skills. It was 
perfect tanning weather – lots of sun, nice cool breeze 
off of the lake and I had my iPod full of music. I had 
brought a couple different bikinis. I picked the skimpy 
one, so I'd get the maximum tan.

Since I needed someone to lotion up my back and 
shoulders, I approached my son sitting at the end of our 
dock. I sat down in front of him and slid my straps of 
my top off, so he could lather me up. It was nice 
sensation – the contrast of his warm hands and the cool 
lotion sliding over my skin. I got a shiver when a cool 
breeze blew off the lake, I felt my nipples harden. I 
hoped he didn't notice.

I put on my sun glasses and laid down. After about 
twenty minutes, I rolled over. During that time, my son 
caught three fish. He was really satisfied with himself 
– mister outdoorsman. We would eat them for dinner. 

From our activities, we'd both gotten sweaty and needed 
a shower. I took mine first. Since it was lunch time, I 
suggested that we go to the burger joint down the road. 
We set out walking. Once we arrived, I picked a booth 
and asked my son to sit next to me so we could continue 
our conversation from the night before. I was amazed at 
how much he'd learned about life this year.

Our conversation covered many different topics and my 
son seemed to have an option on most of them. That was 
very encouraging and I was taken with and very satisfied 
with his maturity. I was proud of the man he was 
becoming and had become. My baby was grown up. 

On our walk back to the cabin, I said, "I wish your Dad 
would have conversations like that with me. That was 
just mentally invigorating. I just love you to death, 
son." I impulsively threw my arm around him and gave him 
a big kiss. Judging by his response, it must have 
embarrassed him, but that didn't change how much I loved 
him. 

I knew I'd broken Parenting Rule 101 – Never complain to 
your kids about the other parent, even if it's true. 
There was much more I would have liked to have shared 
with him about his Dad, but it was too painful a subject 
to bring up. Things between his Dad and I had gotten 
much worse after my son left for school. 

I guess it was because we had to talk to each other 
again. We were two different people, living separate 
lives under the same roof. We didn't know each other 
anymore. Our interests and views on things that mattered 
had changed. We weren't on the same page. 

I don't know if we were even in the same book. We had 
nothing left in common but our kids. I felt dead inside 
and stuck in our relationship, but I'd already invested 
twenty-four years. How could I blow it up now? I felt 
like a zombie just staggering through this so-called 
life.

SSSSS

The rest of the afternoon and evening, we just sat 
around enjoying the fresh air and talking, reading or 
listening to music. It was a delightful and we both were 
at ease in this bucolic place. The evening routine began 
about nine, Mom took her shower first and then me. She 
wore a different shorter see-through nightie. 

In fact, it barely came down to her butt. Earlier in the 
evening, we had seen some lightning in the distance. As 
bedtime approached, so did the thunderstorm. We retired 
to our respective bedrooms as the thunderstorm arrived.

About thirty minutes later, I heard a noise and said, 
"Mom, is that you?"

She came into my bedroom and said, "You know how thunder 
scares me. Can I sleep with you?"

"Sure, but I'm naked." I replied as I lifted the covers.

"Son, you don't have anything that I haven't seen a 
thousand times before." Once she had slid in next to me, 
she asked, "Would you put your arm around me?"

I draped my arm around her waist, but she pulled it up 
to her chest as she intertwined her fingers between mine 
and snuggled her back into my chest. I could feel her 
breast as they rose and fell with her breathing. Her 
nipple was pressed against my wrist like it was taking 
my pulse, which was rapidly increasing just like my 
cock. 

The thunder was persistent. Every time a thunder clap 
occurred, she pulled my hand deeper between her breasts. 
I was hard and it was obvious. I knew she had to be 
feeling it growing between her legs.

I didn't know what to do. I wanted to fuck her so bad, 
but she was my Mom. Suddenly, a lightning bolt hit very 
close to the cabin. The whole room lit up and followed 
immediately by a tremendous boom. She nearly jumped out 
of the bed as she crushed my hand with hers. She rolled 
over and began hugging me. I couldn't help it, but my 
cock was poking her in the belly. 

MMMMM

The rest of the afternoon and evening, we just laid 
around the cabin sitting on the porch, reading, talking 
or listening to music. It was very relaxing and I loved 
being with someone who I related to and really loved me 
no matter what. Before we knew it, it was time to get 
ready for bed. My son let me take the first shower. It 
was a fairly hot evening, so I wore my mini-teddy 
nightie. 

Just as we said goodnight, a thunderstorm began and the 
temperature must have dropped twenty degrees.

The sound of thunder scares me to death. I feel like our 
dog who hides under the bed until it passes. I know it's 
not rational, because the lightning will kill you before 
you hear the thunder. Well, I held out for thirty 
minutes until I couldn't stand it any longer. I went 
into my son's bedroom and asked if I could sleep with 
him.

I felt much safer in his bed. At least, if a bolt hit, 
it would kill both of us. I asked him to hold me. His 
hand and body were snuggly warm. I burrowed into his 
chest. I don't know why, but I wrapped my hand around 
his and held it close to me. Maybe it made me feel safer 
all cocooned in his warmth like a bug in a rug. 

The storm sounded like it was going to last all night. 
Every time a clap of thunder rumbled, I squeezed my 
son's hand a little harder and pulled it closer. A 
strange feeling came over me as I realized that my son's 
manhood was becoming a thick, hard stick slipping 
between my legs.

His Dad and I hadn't been together in at least six 
months and I started to enjoy the knowledge that I could 
still arouse someone. I was having unnatural thoughts 
about my sweet man-boy. I would surely go to hell if I 
acted out what I was thinking. I could feel his stick's 
heat growing between my thighs. It was like a hot knife 
melting the butter of my willpower.

Suddenly, the bedroom's darkness was illuminated like a 
stadium night game, which was followed by the loudest 
boom I'd ever heard. I almost peed. I needed to have 
arms holding me close. I rolled over and tightly wrapped 
my arms around my son's youthful body. His hot knife was 
stabbing my belly and killing my willpower.

I'd been so lonely this last year or two and now here 
was the chance to be close to someone who loved me. I 
resolved myself to damnation as my hand began to move my 
son's hand over my hard and erect nipple. My tits are 
very sensitive and I can have an orgasm from getting 
them fondled in the right way. My free hand touched his 
throbbing, hot manhood. It sent a chill through me. I 
was wet. 

I gently wrapped my hand around his thick, big, hot cock 
and slowly slipped my hand up and down the length of his 
member. It was bigger and longer than his Dad's. My 
brain immediately thought, my little boy was a fucking, 
big-dicked stud and I'm going straight to hell.

I was lost to passion now. There was no turning back. As 
I slowly but lightly stroked his cock, I felt a drop of 
pre-cum on the tip. His Dad hadn't done that for me in 
years, literally. I needed to show my son what I wanted 
him to do because he was probably fighting his thoughts, 
too. I collected that drop between my thumb and 
forefinger. At the next lightning flash, I raised them 
to my lips and licked it off.

SSSSSS

Her free hand touched it. My breathing quickened. Her 
hand was so soft. I felt it slowly wrap around my 
manhood. I was about to cum just from her touch. She 
moved the hand that was clutching mine and soon she was 
rubbing it on her tit. I felt her nipple stiffen. My 
head was spinning. What should I do? I knew what I 
wanted to do, but that's so evil and wrong. 

I didn't have to make "Sophie's Choice" and be relegated 
to suffering a lifetime of regret. Her hand began to 
slide lightly up and down on my cock. I felt the size of 
the Washington Monument and just as hard. Her fingers 
released their grip on mine as she guided them to her 
nipple. She moved them over it again and again and 
moaned in my ear. My cock was oozing pre-cum. 

I felt her finger trace over the head of my cock and her 
thumb and fore finger gently collected my drooling. 
During the next flash of lightning, she moved those 
fingers to her lips and I watched as she licked it from 
her fingers. I was going fucking crazy with desire for 
her, but she was still my Mom. 

I was getting acutely aroused and I thought I knew what 
she wanted. My fingers found her nipple and I began be 
pinch it. She moaned in my ear again. Her hand still had 
a light but firm grip on my cock. I decided to go for. 
My head disappeared under the covers as my mouth found 
the nipple I'd been assaulting. 

I feverously began suckling the breast that first fed me 
as a baby. Now, it was feeding my carnal desires. She 
pulled me close as if to say why has this taken so long? 
I started biting it, which produced louder moans. Soon 
my mouth was on her other nipple. She ran her hand 
through my hair as she pushed as much of her tit into my 
mouth as she could. My face was being buried in the 
mounds of her flesh and I loved it. Her stroking of my 
manhood was increasing. 

I moved my hand between her legs and I felt her heat. 
She was on fire down there. She pushed me onto my back 
and quickly straddled me like I was a sybian. Her hand 
positioned my cock at entrance from which I had first 
emerged and slammed my rod deep into it. 

She was overcome with passion as she slammed herself 
onto my aching meat as she screamed, "I'm cumming. Oh, 
yes, fuck me, fuck me. Make me feel. Make me feel 
something." She leaned forward and said, "Suck my tits."

I couldn't refuse. I was fucking her and sucking first 
one tit then the other. I was sucking them hard, too. 
This produced even more screaming then I was biting them 
hard with the same result. It's a good thing there were 
no cabins nearby because someone might have thought that 
someone was being murdered. My crotch was covered with 
her liquid excitement. I shot the biggest load I'd ever 
generated deep into my Mom's cunt. She wasn't finished 
and needed more.

MMMMM

That did the trick because his fingers started pinching 
my nipple hard. I moaned encouragement into his ear. 
Shortly, his head disappeared under the covers and his 
mouth found that nipple. It was electric when he 
attached himself to me. I pulled him closer. I needed 
someone to fulfill me; love me. 

I felt so incredibly motherly and sexy at the same time. 
I flashed back to when my son was a baby suckling at 
that breast and the times I would get aroused while 
feeding him. I certainly was going to hell. Do not pass 
go – go straight to hell for eternity. I didn't care. 
His love would be worth it. I buried his face into my 
motherly flesh.

I felt his hand move between my legs and deftly slip up 
to my pussy. I was so hot for him. I needed him and his 
cock. I couldn't stand it any longer. I pushed him on to 
his back and straddled him like the stud I knew he'd be.

I held the knife of his manhood at the entrance to my 
life. I thought to myself, if you do this, there is no 
tomorrow. Fuck it. I plunged myself onto his knife and 
into my aching soul like I was committing hara kiri. 
Years of agony and pain were being released in this 
flood of passion. 

All I could say was, "I'm cumming! Oh, yes! Fuck me! 
Fuck me! Make me feel! Make me feel something!!" I 
leaned forward and said, "Suck my tits."

My son, always eager to please me, sucked one then the 
other. He was sucking painfully hard. I loved it. I was 
transfixed and began screeching at the top of my lungs 
releasing my bent up inner pain. I felt him stiffen and 
flood me with his seed. I needed more because there was 
so much pain to relieve.

SSSSSS

She pulled back the covers and dove into my crotch. Her 
mouth and tongue were doing wonderful things to my cock. 
Soon it was hard again. She got on all fours and said, 
"Fuck me from behind!" I rammed my cock as deep into her 
as I could. She shoved her hips to meet me thereby 
thrusting me deeper into the womb from which I came. 

I was filled with lust for her. All these years of 
seeing her and wanting her were being fulfilled tonight. 
I had to do it all tonight because there might never be 
another time like this. I smashed my cock into her as I 
came again. This time I didn't wait for her to tell me 
what she wanted. I did what I wanted. 

I pushed on her back and spread her legs. Quickly my 
tongue was ravishing her cunt. I was sucking my cum from 
her pussy. I pushed my tongue deep into her as she 
flooded my mouth with her cum. She tasted better than 
anything I'd ever eaten. It tasted very sweet and its 
texture was much thinner and lighter flavor like maple 
syrup. 

I was in an uncontrollable frenzy. After she had cum 
three times, I rolled her over violently as I pinned her 
down with my left arm. My cock was hard again as I 
spread her cheeks with my free hand and pushed my 
manhood against her brown sphincter. 

She said, "No. Stop!" 

I was too far gone now. I spit on my hand and rubbed it 
on her butthole. I began to push my cock into a place, I 
suspected, where none had ever gone before, not even 
Dad's. Soon I was pumping like an oil derrick just 
slamming myself in and out of her ass. She was 
screaming, but quickly it was moaning and a "different 
type" of screaming. She was cumming again. I came deep 
in her ass, but I still wasn't satiated.

I rolled her over again. This time, I straddled her 
face. I began rubbing my cock across her lips and said, 
"Lick it. Suck it. You know you want it."

Man, did she want it. Her mouth was doing things that 
only years of practice could do. I was in fucking 
heaven. I pulled it out her mouth and came on her face. 

She said, "Let me taste you." 

I used my cock to gather up my facial release. As the 
tip of my cock with its present got close to her mouth, 
she'd flick her tongue out and slurp up my cum. Once 
most of it was in her mouth, I dove into her lips 
kissing her like she was Cleopatra and I was Mark 
Antony. These were very passionate kisses. I finally 
began to come down from my frenzied high and was just 
holding her close to my chest. 

She looked into my eyes and said, "I gave you a very 
nice cock and you learned a lot while you were away at 
school." As the storm continued all night, she fell 
asleep in the safety of my arms.

MMMMM

I knew with some inspiration that his cock would 
resurrect itself for the second cumming. After all, he 
was barely twenty. I pulled back the covers and began 
licking my juice and his cum off his semi-hard knife. I 
sucked his nuts to hasten fulfilling my need. His cock 
felt so good in my mouth. Next to being eaten, sucking 
cock is what I love best.

You know you've done a good job by the size of the load 
fired into your mouth. The feeling as a cock twitches 
and throbs in your mouth is indescribable. You just have 
to experience it. He was hard in a few minutes.

I knelt on the end of the bed on all fours and asked him 
to fuck me doggy style. He slammed his cock into me. I 
pushed in response. I hadn't been that full of cock 
since before I was married. He filled me up. I was in 
heaven for now and began cumming. My juices were raining 
over his cock and down my legs. He shuddered 
spasmodically, hollered, "Fuck yes, babe." and came.

He pushed me onto my back and spread my legs. His hot 
tongue was immediately licking and sucking his cum out 
of me. I was astonished at this wonderful feeling and 
that a man would do that for me. My son had learned more 
than just book stuff at college. He was a great lover. I 
rewarded him by flooding his mouth over and over again. 
He was, like me, wild with desire and lust. I felt like 
a tremendous weight being lifted and I could breathe 
again.

He rolled me over and held me down with his arm. I was 
afraid of what I thought he was going to do. He shoved 
his cock between my cheeks. 

I shouted, "NO ! Stop !" I was still a virgin there.

He was out of control and stabbed my ass with his cock. 
I screamed with pain, but he wasn't going to be denied. 
I gave up, relaxed and it felt exciting being violated 
as he took and tore away my virginity there. Soon I was 
screaming, not from pain, but from an orgasm. It was the 
most intense one I'd ever experienced. 

I began pushing my ass to meet his cock. His was deep 
inside me. I sensed his flood and the release of hot 
squirt after squirt blasting into my depths. I was 
warmed by his semen and the thought that my son was such 
a good cocksman at his age.

He wasn't done as he rolled me over and sat on my chest. 
He rubbed his cock across my lips then said, "Lick it. 
Suck it. I know you want it."

He was right. I wanted it. I loved it. Finally, a cock 
wanted me to please it. I sucked him in with a feverous, 
lustful desire to please him. He pulled out and came on 
my face. I needed to taste him.

I said, "Let me taste you."

He used his cock as a spoon and scooped his creamy ooze 
to my lips. I was overcome with its heady aromatic 
fragrance and its taste was a little like an IPA beer – 
hoppy. He surprised me with a beautiful "French" kiss. 
Our tongues intertwined mixing his cum between our 
mouths. He pulled me into his arms and held me close. At 
that moment, it's just what I needed. Someone to love me 
and hold me safely in their strong arms.

SSSSSSS

The next morning was awkward. I was embarrassed that I'd 
lost control. That was soon relieved because Mom noticed 
that I was sporting my normal morning semi-hard. 

A lustful look came across her face as she said, "Well, 
look who else is up bright and early this morning. After 
all the work he got last night, I didn't expect that." 

Her head lowered and I saw her mouth open as she 
swallowed me. Oh my god, Mom was a wonderful cocksucker. 
She did things to me that made my toes curl. She knew 
when to slow down or move to another part of my anatomy. 
She made me last fifteen minutes, I came in her mouth. 

After she had swallowed my load, she responded with, 
"Mmmm, you taste so sweet."

She headed to the shower. After thinking about last 
night, I was hard in a few minutes. I decided to join 
her. When I opened the door, she was a little startled, 
but she saw my arousal state and grasped me by my rigid 
member using it as a handle to pull me into the shower. 
I drew her into my arms and "Frenched" her like she was 
the love of my life. 

I shoved her up against the wall, spread her legs and 
thrust my cock into her cunt. She came nearly 
immediately as she clawed at my back. I turned her 
around and bent her over. She spread her legs and then 
her cheeks because she knew what I wanted. 

My cock slipped right in and it felt just like it 
belonged there. Her butt met my thrusts with her own. I 
came in her darkness. She turned around and soaped up my 
cock and nuts as she gave them a good washing. We dried 
off and had breakfast. 


MMMMM

The next morning, I awoke in my son's warm embrace. I 
knew that I needed to reassure him that what had 
happened was good. His youth gave me the opportunity. 
Like most men that age, his cock was up with the dawn. I 
reached down and touched him.

I smiled and said, "Well, look who else is up bright and 
early this morning. After all the work he got last 
night, I didn't expect that." 
 
His cock looked so delicious and it'd been such a long 
time since I'd be able to give one the treatment I 
wanted. I lowered my head and began giving him my best 
cocksucking techniques. I knew when he'd get close, so I 
suck his nuts or lick his shaft. He only lasted fifteen 
minutes, but at his age, that was great. He came in my 
mouth was a huge load. I knew he loved what I'd done for 
him.
 
After swallowing his gift, I said while licking my lips, 
"Hmmmm, you taste so sweet."
 
I headed for the shower. I felt alive again. My son had 
resurrected me from my tomb. As I washed, I couldn't 
help, but stroke myself. It send a rush through me. I 
was in my own little world just enjoy my long forgotten 
sexuality. 

Just then the shower door opened, it surprised me, but 
my shock was replaced with lust when I saw my son 
sporting a lovely hard. I reached for it and pulled him 
into the shower. His arms wrapped around me tightly. I 
was safe in them. His mouth and tongue found mine. We 
passionately exchanged salvia. 

A surge of electricity pulsed through me. He took 
control of me as he forcefully pushed me against the 
wall as he spread my legs. He stabbed me with his 
beautiful cock. I came instantaneously and clawed at his 
back trying to hold on to that feeling a little longer.
 
He hadn't cum. The water splashed on us like thousands 
of little fingers and he turned me around and bent me at 
the waist. I knew what he wanted and I wanted it, too. I 
spread my cheeks. His manhood knife cut deep into me. My 
son fucked my ass. 

He didn't make love to me. He fucked me like I was a 
whore, but I knew he loved me. After he filled me with 
his load, I knelt before his cock and lovingly wash it 
and his nuts. We dried each other off, got into our 
underwear. I was just wearing my panties as we went into 
the kitchen for some breakfast.

SSSSSS

She said, "Let's just stay in today." 

I replied, "That sounds good to me." 

We were both still in our underwear. Mom headed to the 
sink to wash the breakfast dishes. While standing there, 
I took a position behind her. My hands ran over her 
shoulders and down her torso. Soon I was sliding them 
over her thighs. I knelt down and slid them between her 
legs and up. Her legs parted and I began to kiss her 
inner thigh and regions north. 

I slipped her panties down and began lapping at her 
hairy slit. She stood there looking out the window at 
the lake as I lapped away her pussy like a starving dog 
trying to get the last of the marrow out of a bone. I 
saw her legs quiver and her body shook as her head bowed 
and her hands tightly grasped the counter. When she was 
finished, she said, "What a wonderful way to start the 
day."

We sat and talked about what had happened last night. I 
told her that honestly I wanted to do that for many 
years. She was sitting on the sofa and I was in the 
chair opposite. She lifted her leg and put her foot on 
the coffee table. I could see some wisps of pubic hair 
poking out of her panties. Her other leg was laying on 
the sofa, so her crotch was open for inspection. After 
about thirty minutes of rehashing last night, I noticed 
that her panties were getting wet. 

I said, "It's getting hot in here. Aren't you hot, too?" 

I stood up and took off my underwear. I was hard. She 
removed her panties and I was between her legs in a shot 
sucking her cunt nectar. I stood up and she licked her 
lips as she took my cock into mouth. I loved watching 
her mouth slip over and down my cock. Making it glisten 
with her love for my meat and me. 

I demanded, "I'm getting close. Don't swallow it. Show 
it to me first." 

As I came, I grabbed her hair and pulled her deep onto 
my love stick. She collected every drop and slipped off 
my dick. With her sly smile, she opened her mouth and I 
saw my baby makers swimming on her tongue. She swished 
her tongue around in the creamy, white protein ooze then 
with one gulp, it was gone.

She said, "Did that make you feel good, son?" 

I replied, "Yes, I own you now."

MMMMM

Thinking about all that had happened and might happen, I 
said, "Let's stay in today."
When he replied, "That sounds good to me." I knew it 
would be an eventful day.

After a quick breakfast, I gathered the dishes and began 
to wash them in the sink. I was enjoying the beautiful 
view we had of the lake as fishermen and boaters enjoyed 
the early morning placidness. My son walked up behind me 
and placed his hands on my shoulders. Our tension was 
charged with sexual energy. 

His hands slowly move over my shoulders and down to my 
waist. He knelt down as his hands continue down my 
thighs. I felt flush as my blood rushed to my clit. 
Hands moved to the inside of my legs and I unconsciously 
spread them. He began softly kissing them. I was getting 
so wet. He slipped my panties down. I gave no 
resistance. 

His tongue lovingly began licking my passion button. My 
legs quivered. Within a few minutes, a feeling was 
building like an approaching tsunami. Oh god, it 
arrived. My knees nearly gave out as I gasped the 
counter to keep from collapsing and my head rested on 
the sink faucet. It was the finest head I'd ever gotten. 

What could I say, but "What a wonderful way to start the 
day."

I needed to sit down after that. I pulled my panties up 
and found the sofa. We began a conversation about what 
happened last night. I wanted to assure my son that it 
was OK. He confided in me that for years he had wanted 
to fuck me. He had thought it was just growing pains at 
first, but it persisted even after he was getting pussy 
at HS and college. 

He sounded a bit ashamed. I reassured him that it REALLY 
was OK. It would be our secret. This talk of reliving 
the events of the thunderstorm was getting me wet.

Suddenly, he stood up and said, "It's getting hot in 
here. Aren't you hot, too?" He pulled his underwear down 
as his cock sprang to attention like a ten meter diving 
board.

I was. I ripped my underwear off. He was between my legs 
sucking the life out of me. I was in an alternate 
universe. I hadn't felt so much in forever. He brought 
me to three orgasms. That's more than I'd had in years. 
He stood and I saw his manhood staring me in the face. 
Its head throbbing and bobbing in mid-air. 

The veins were pulsing with passion as a pre-cum dripped 
from its tip. I had to satisfy it. My mouth enveloped 
it. At that instant, I was the wanton slut I always 
wanted to be. 

I knew he was getting near the edge when he said, "I'm 
getting close. Don't swallow it. Show it to me first."

I loved that thought. Immediately, his hands grabbed my 
hair and pulled my mouth deep onto his cock as he fired 
off several cum bursts. It felt so good. I collected 
every drop, smiled and opened to show him what I'd 
received. For effect, I swished my tongue around in his 
seed and swallowed.

I looked up to connect with his eyes and soul while 
saying, "Did that make you feel good, son?"
His reply nearly brought me to tears, "Yes, I own you 
now." I needed to be owned by someone who loved me.

SSSSSS

We embraced and kissed passionately as I led her to my 
bedroom. I threw her on my double bed, spread her legs, 
and began licking her delicious snatch. It wasn't long 
before she was getting very animated. I could tell by 
the way her hands were gripping and pulling at my 
sheets, but she gathered herself and said, "Lie down and 
let me suck you."

I didn't have a problem with that and was quickly on my 
back. Her hands slowly slipped up my legs toward the 
manhood she'd given me. No woman had ever touched me 
like that before. Mom's touch was so sensual that I was 
oozing pre-cum. Her tongue extended and its tip just 
lightly licked the liquid from my tip. She began to move 
her lower body up toward the head of the bed.

While her tongue was engaging my cock, I watched as her 
creamy white thighs made their way and soon one was on 
either side of my head. One hand reached between my legs 
and began teasing my nuts with her caress. Her tongue 
inaugurated a feverous licking of my shaft like it was 
the last ice cream cone within a hundred miles. I looked 
up and saw her lips engorged, wet and open just like a 
blossom in the morning sun awaiting to have its nectar 
sucked by a butterfly. 

My mouth quickly attached itself as my tongue burrowed 
deep into her. The faster my tongue worked. The faster 
she licked and sucked me. When I got close, if I slowed 
down so did she. We had a great synchronization. This 
allowed us to keep this up for thirty minutes before I 
shot my load into her warm, sensuous mouth.

She swallowed it all and milked me with her lips to get 
every last drop out of me. It felt like how I imagine a 
cow feels when a calf is attached to its udder suckling 
for milk. I was drained.

She took her thumb and index finger and positioned them 
at the base of my cock then she began to squeeze them 
tightly as she pulled them toward the tip. A drop of cum 
appeared. She licked it off. This was repeated several 
more times until finally nothing appeared on the tip. 
She looked at me with all the love a mother can have and 
said, "Mmmmm, I like your cum. It's sweet and thick. I 
just couldn't let a drop go to waste."

I pulled her into my arms and began shoving my tongue 
down her throat. I could taste the residuals of my gift 
that just excited me more. Her nails raked across my 
back and up my legs to my butt. She grabbed it firmly, 
squeezed and said, "You have such a nice ass. I love 
feeling it thrust as you fuck me. That just turns me 
on."

A woman talking to me like that just made me hard 
instantaneously. I had just turned twenty so that was a 
natural response. As I began to mount her, I replied, 
"Well, if that's what you like, that's what I'll give 
you."

I slipped my cock into her wetness and began sliding my 
cock in and out of her love canal. Her hands grasped my 
ass and her nails dug into my flesh. She'd squeeze and 
claw me when I shoved my cock into her. I was in pain 
and ecstasy at the same time. Her head was thrashing 
from one side to the other as she came again and again. 
She was the hottest fuck of my young life. I realized 
that girls my own age didn't know anything about how to 
fuck a man and I was a man. 

I was so hot for my Mom. The feelings were 
incomprehensible. I released a flood of semen into her. 
My ass was on fire from all the scratching and scraping, 
but I dove into her cum receptacle and my tongue looked 
for every drop. Her hands pulled my head tightly into 
what I'd been pounding. The mixture of her juice and my 
cum was delicious. She was cumming non-stop.

She started screaming at the top of her lungs, "I'm 
cumming. Oh yes, oh god, just like that. Make me cum. 
Darius, make me cum. This is the best fucking I've ever 
had. Make me cum." She shuddered and her legs clamped 
down around my head. Her breathing was more of a pant 
with several deep gasps like a drowning person coming up 
for air and finally an indescribable sigh. 

I felt her hands running through my hair - caressing me 
if you will. We were exhausted, but excited. I held her 
in my arms for the longest time. Her head nestled 
against my chest. I stroked her hair and placed kisses 
on her forehead, temple and ear. Soon, we were kissing 
deeply and it was another fucking. That was the best 
single day of my life.

MMMMM

Our lips met as our tongue swirled the passions between 
us. He led into his bedroom and threw me on his bed. I 
loved the way he was treating me like he owned me. He 
spread my legs like he was ripping a chicken leg from 
its carcass. My son had the best tongue. He could get me 
to orgasm faster than anyone ever had. I was tearing at 
his sheets before I gained a bit of composure and said, 
"Lie down and let me suck you."

It appeared we both had an oral fixation. That was great 
– both of my favorite things. I had to give him 
something those college girls didn't know. The secret 
was time. The tease is almost as good as the release. I 
stroked his nuts and lightly raked my nails over his 
legs and cock. He was really excited. I agonizingly 
slowly moved my pussy up toward his wonder tongue. I 
placed one leg on either side of head. I slid and ground 
my slit over his mouth as he deliriously slurp my 
juices. 

He attached himself to my love button. His tongue 
looking for the last of my eggs and sent me to four or 
five orgasms. I hoped I wasn't drowning him with my 
ejaculate. At long last, I took his load into my oral 
receptacle. I swallowed and deep throated his cock 
squeezing my lips tightly around his base as I slid up 
his tip. Every drop tasted like creme brulee. 

I needed every drop of his soul to energize me. Next, I 
place my thumb and forefinger around his cock and 
tightly milked it. I got several more drops of his 
pollination liquid. It was just something that couldn't 
be wasted.

Later that night, we fucked in every position imaginable 
and some I'd never heard of. My son was just a fountain 
of sexuality and lust. He had me screaming his name as I 
came over and over again – "Fuck me, Darius, fuck me." I 
didn't know if I could ever fuck his Dad again without 
thinking of my son.

I noticed Darius got very passion and wild when he 
slipped his nice, big cock between my mounds of motherly 
flesh. I spit in the crease and he began slowly, at 
first, sliding his cock between them. At this point, I 
was just as excited to bring him whatever pleasure he 
wanted. I pushed them together to increase his 
sensation. 

I loved the way his cock looked as it pumped through my 
flesh and toward my face. It was like watching a 
beautiful sex piston pumping life into my soul 
especially when he blasted his liquid for me. It landed 
on my neck and face. I scooped it up and licked my 
fingers clean as he devoured me with his eyes. I loved 
that instant of blissful lust. That's the moment I knew 
he had to be my lover. Hell awaited.

SSSSS

The rest of the week was like I imagined a honeymoon 
would be. We hardly left the cabin and were naked most 
of the time. We sleep together if you could call what we 
did sleeping. By the end of the week, she was asking me 
to fuck her ass, eat her pussy or let her suck my cock. 
After that week, she was my lover when I got home from 
school. 

We always found an excuse to slip away for a few hours. 
Sometimes, she'd slip into my room after Dad when to 
sleep and we'd fuck. What I enjoyed the most was her 
coming into the bathroom while I was in the shower. She 
open the door and I'd pull her in. We'd kiss and then 
she'd suck me. She always showed me what I'd given her 
before swallowing. I just loved that.

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