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Loving Mom
by Anonymous Author (no address provided)
***
A high school senior describes how he started sleeping
with his oversexed widowed Mom. (Fm, underage, inc, 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. She wore short skirts
and revealed a lot of thigh when she sat at her desk.
Her nipples always seemed erected, 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
male teenage admirers.
I was just entering my senior year in high school.
During lunchtime the guys talked about what it would be
like to make love to older women. Many of us had already
had 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 or even the more attractive
mothers. We were discrete enough to exclude the mothers
of people at the table although I knew that some of the
guys lusted after my Mom. 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 park 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. Now
she moonlighted as the research librarian at the local
college just to keep busy.
In the years after Dad's death Mom and I became 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 found her close
physical presence uncomfortable. Contact with Mom became
embarrassing. I had frequent inappropriate erections.
The basic problem was that I was sexually aroused by my
own mother.
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 got 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 bare leg over the other, her calf,
pressed over the opposite knee, made the most sensuous
curve. Her thighs stretched the seams of her tight
skirt. Even the soft sound that her legs made 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.
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 the soaps. The screen showed a dark haired
man and a blond woman fondling each other 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 the area between her legs. Her motions 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 the breast Mom was holding were
wet, swollen and red as if she had been vigorously
sucking on them. 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, then
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.
Releasing her breast she moved both hands to 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. The fingers of the
other hand pulled and stroked her clitoris. I didn't
know much about female masturbation but she was
furiously finger fucking herself. 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 my God, I think I'm
going to cum - - - Oh no! I'm not ready yet!"
Her head jerked back. She seemed almost in a frenzy.
Despite her stated reluctance to have a climax, Mom's
hand flailed at her pussy, the fingers of driving deep
into her vagina. Her hips rose to meet her hands as she
reached a climactic peak.
She spasmed. Then cried, "No, no. Not yet, not yet! NO!
I'M CUUMMMING! I'M CUUMMMING!"
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 tensed to what was an
unexpected orgasm. Certainly it was one she hadn't
anticipated having so soon. She moaned 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.
Her face was turned to me, eyes open. 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 had happened 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. I simply had to see Mom's nude body
again.
Finally I heard the grandfather clock in the living room
strike 3 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 another shower just before retiring and
smelled of soap and water with a faint scent of jasmine.
It was intoxicating.
I wanted to see her naked body again, 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
pussy.
What if she should wake up? I touched her labia with my
tongue, licked, softly at first, then a bit harder. 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 unbelievably sexy,
both of us holding hands, fingers playing with Mom's
cunt.
She stroked her own pussy lips and guided my mouth to
her clitoris. Her labia swelled under our joint
caresses. 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. It was truly
cooperative cunt sucking. I had entered her room merely
for a look, and perhaps a quick kiss. Yet here I was,
eating her like I was consuming a gourmet meal.
Mom moved her hips gently as I mouthed 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 pressing it
tightly into her cunt. 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. It was obvious to
me that my oral attention to her pussy had given her an
orgasm. Still she didn't seem fully awake.
We lay there for a few minutes without saying anything.
Then Mom said softly, "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 almost went crazy thinking about
seeing you and I had to see it again. I couldn't get the
thought out of my mind. 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. She was still halfway
between sleep and wakefulness. 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 stiffen and
extend. The little bumps around the areola became more
prominent. I latched on to her nipple like a baby and
started sucking. It was warm and swollen and filed my
mouth.
I had A dim recollections of actually sucking milk out
of that nipple but it seemed so long ago. I sucked, and
tongued and even chewed her breast 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 large tits. My stiff
penis rubbed its head against her swollen labia and
clitoris. I could feel the vaginal lips getting wetter
and wetter. We both moaned in pleasure. Then Mom put
down her hand and guided 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! REALLY 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! FUCK ME HARDER! OH BABY FUCK ME, FUCK
ME! YES, YES! FUCK me! FUCK me! OH YES! I'M ABOUT TO
CUM! Oh god I'M CUMMMING! I'M CUUMMMING! YESSSS!"
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 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 another time almost as violently
as the first. Mom shuddered again, gripping me tightly
with her legs.
We lay quietly for a few moments. Then Mom started
moving again. My cock was still hard. Nothing beats teen
aged endurance. With one motion she flipped me over. Mom
was on top, driving 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 another climax.
Mom's boobs were bouncing up and down in time with each
thrust. I grasped her stiff nipples clutching them and
the soft flesh of the areolas between my thumbs and
forefingers. I used them as reins to pull her body up
and down on my cock. I yanked so hard I was afraid her
nipples would be torn off.
"Yes, squeeze my nipples. Pinch them! Pull them.
I like it!."
She screamed.
"YES! YES! BABY, FUCK ME! FUCK ME! PULL MY TITTIES!
HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER! YESSSS!" 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! YESSSS! OH GOD! YES! YES!" This time she
really screamed as her whole body tensed and she shook
to another orgasm.
"You're 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 dog!"
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!"
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 moved my hands to her dangling breasts grabbing
fistfuls of breast meat. I pulled hard, jerking her body
back and forth with her tits. Mom screamed into the
mattress and grabbed handfuls of sheets as I fucked. I
felt Mom spasm and shudder.
I was 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. I never
expected her to tell me so much of her personal self. I
mean, all I was after was a quick view of her naked body
and perhaps a touch or two. Instead I got fucked, sucked
and drained. Much more than I ever expected in my
wildest fantasy. She said things I never expected to
hear from my normally reserved and objective mother. She
was pouring out her soul. It was like opening the flood
gates of a dam.
"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.'
"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. 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 guess my fellow
actors thought my solo song was an invitation to fuck
me. I probably spent more time in bed than I did on
stage.'
"I liked to dance but I knew that not too many dancers
worked regularly because there was too much competition.
Musical theater was in decline 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 at it
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 let them. It was a good way to
get egoistic authors to agree to my editorial changes in
their manuscripts. Eventually I became head editor. In a
way you can say that I slept my way up the promotion
ladder."
'Dad was an executive with the same firm. We dated a
couple of times. After our first night together we
decided to get married. It was a quick decision but one
we never regretted.'
"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 there
were nights when he didn't have enough energy to make
love to me. But they weren't sexless. Dad had me play
with myself. He liked to watch me masturbate. I liked to
have him watch me do myself too. It turned both of us
on. Dad would massage my breasts while I finger fucked
myself. I was a compulsive sex talker. While I fingered
my cunt I would give him a play by play description of
the sensations we were giving to my body.
I delighted in displaying my total sexuality to him. If
he wasn't too tired I insisted that he hold me as I
orgasmed. At least put his arms around me. I was
certainly no novice at satisfying myself but having his
arms hold me as I came lent a cooperative spice to my
masturbation. Dad would lie there, cradling my body and
watching while I played with my genitals, one hand
stroking my pussy, the other clutching a full dangling
breast.
"Look at me, I'm doing it to myself. I'm fucking myself.
I'm fucking myself. Isn't that great? I love doing...
It's almost as good as having you fuck me. Oh, I'm going
to make myself cum! Just a bit more... Yes! Yes... Look
at me. I'm fucking my own cunt! I'm fucking ME! I'm
cumming NOW!"
I extended my legs in front of me. My body squirmed and
jerked as each sexual wave washed over me. My legs
became tense as I toe danced my way to completion.
Dad liked to watch me climax and he enjoyed the verbal
commentary on my feelings. He said that I was more
entertaining than any actress on the Broadway stage. I
was a treat to watch. After I had an orgasm he would lie
between my legs and suck the juices off my wet pussy and
eat my cunt until I came again.
Sometimes my show was enough to make his cock get hard
and he fucked me to still another climax despite his
fatigue. I loved what we did to each other. 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 give myself an orgasm when you
were in school. I knew that I had a few hours of
privacy. If I needed a climax while I was working at the
college library 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 such
emergencies. I really missed the physical contact with
another human being but masturbation was such an easy
way to resolve tension."
"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 all years of our marriage Dad and I were faithful to
each other."
"Mothers 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 pleasure myself although I
doubt 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 masturbating yesterday the decision
was made for me. You saw everything I had to offer. My
naked tits, my juicy cunt, my fingers in my vagina -
everything. You even saw me give myself 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 could see that you had an erection when you were
standing in the doorway. I wanted to tell you to put
your cock into me and finish me off. But I waited too
long. Just knowing that you were watching me masturbate
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. A
dream where you ate my pussy and put your cock inside
me.
"It wasn't until I finally woke up that I realized that
it wasn't a dream. I knew that it was wrong but it felt
so good that I couldn't make myself stop. It was the
realization of my fantasy. We were fucking each other. 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. I've even been
tempted to let some of those horny professors and
graduate students at the college have a go at me. I know
that many of them come over to my desk and ask me
questions so they can ogle my tits.
"Once in a while they ask me to get a book on a high
shelf so they can look at my legs while I'm on a ladder.
Often they came over to steady the ladder making sure to
put a hand on my thigh or ass. It would have been so
easy to feign a slip and have one of my admirers catch
me in his arms, take me to the back room and fuck the
hell out of me amid the book stacks. But I never gave
into my impulses."
"Let's not beat around the bush. I loved Dad dearly but
he is dead. I'm still alive. I don't want to just
satisfy myself. No one ever fucked me like you did. I
don't believe I ever came so hard. I really want us to
do it again.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 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."
'I don't expect you to take over Dad's role in our
household. You are my son. I'll still cook dinner and
see that the house is clean. And I'll probably continue
to nag you about doing your homework and combing your
hair when you go out. I'll be just Mom until bedtime.
The only difference will be in our sleeping
arrangements. After the lights go out I want you to stop
thinking of me as Mom. Think of me as a sex starved
woman who needs to be fucked until she can't stand. I
don't expect every night to be like tonight but my cunt
needs plenty of action.'
"If you are willing to sleep with me I'll do whatever
you want in the bedroom. 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. You can fuck me in my cunt or in my rear. You
can tittie fuck me. I can give you blow jobs while you
eat me out. The kinkier the better. No holds barred.'
"I know my legs are attractive. They probably are my
best feature. I still have dancer's legs with nice
calves and firm thighs. I can see that you like them.
Even now your cock gets hard when I cross my legs in
front of you and give you a glimpse up my skirt. I used
to do it deliberately when you were younger to tease
you. I don't know why I did it. Probably just to prove
to myself that I still had sex appeal. Dad, on the other
hand, liked my tits. He said I had classic breasts,
worthy of the Venus de Milo. Of course mine are much
softer.'
Mom put her hands around her breast and raised it to me.
It was as large half a melon with a rapidly stiffening
nipple in the center. The dark pink areola covered most
of the end. Her fingers drifted to the end and rolled
her nipple making it even stiffer.
'Look at my boobies. They are still firm. Dad loved them
so. And I must confess, I like to suck my own breasts
myself. I guess you missed that part when you saw me
masturbating. I don't even have to bend my head to get
my boob to my mouth.'
Mom raised a breast to her mouth and enfolded the nipple
and areola in her lips. The room was light enough for me
to see her cheeks hollow and swell as she sucked herself
vigorously.
'I do love sucking my own titties. But my legs are
pretty nice too. What do you think? Leg or breast?'
She extended her long legs and rolled back and forth on
the bed, giving me an excellent view. They were lovely
indeed. Full tapered thighs, narrowing at the knee, then
expanding into well developed calves.
'I sound like I'm offering you a slice of Thanksgiving
turkey instead of me. If you decide to sleep with me you
can have your fill of both legs and tits. You won't have
to choose. When we are alone you can love my body in any
way you like. I am all yours. You won't have to sneak
looks at my boobies and try to see up my skirt anymore.
'You can play with my legs or my tits as much as you
like. You can suck and chew my sensitive titties. You
can wrap your hands around my sexy calves and kiss the
inside of my soft thighs. You can lick my legs all the
way up and feast on what's between them.'
'When we are watching TV at night you can put your hand
in my blouse and play with my titties. If the movie
isn't particularly good I can give you a blow job or you
can finger my cunt and watch me cum. I'll probably put
on a better show than what's on TV. Or you can simply
fuck me. That should be much more interesting than most
movies.'
"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 girl 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 when you make
love to me. Even your big-titted English teacher. I've
seen the way you look at her at PTA meetings. I think
she is sexy too. She has nice legs but I think my
breasts are bigger. If I were a few years younger I
might like to give her a try myself. I'd love to get my
hands and mouth on her. 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 play with
other women's tits and eat their cunts. I've found that
some women can give me decent orgasms 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 and your hands on my
tits. You may imagine that you are making love to your
dream girl but I'm the one that will have the climax.
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. Remember that I'm still your mother
except when we are in bed together. 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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