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Mom's New  Love, part 1--A story of incest by Roderigo LaBloke

Disclaimer: This story is for adults only. Anyone under 18 has no business
reading or downloading it. Those who are morally opposed to stories of
unorthodox sexual activities should go elsewhere. On the other hand, you
don't have to approve of actual incidents of this nature to enjoy a
fictional description. This is a fantasy, and it is no crime to enjoy
fantasies. This story is not true. The characters may be real (note: MAY
be), but they did not indulge in the actions described herein. Enjoy!


   MOM'S NEW LOVE

 Before I tell you how I became the new man in Mom's sex life, let me tell
you a bit of the background first. These are things that I actually didn't
know much about at the time. Mom and Dad had enjoyed a full and very
active sex life through the first 16 or 17 years of their marriage. But
then Dad started moving up the corporate ladder, and his job began to
dominate his life, much to the detriment of his marriage. Finally, when I
was just about to turn 17, Dad was appointed superintendent of the
production team for the second shift of the manufacturing plant where he
worked. This gave him a whopping big salary raise and a huge
responsibility. However, it also meant that he had to work from about 3:30
until well after midnight, with loads of overtime hours. He also had to go
in on Saturdays for meetings. Occasionally he had to take week-long trips
to other plants. He slept until late in the morning, and was still tired
most of the time, but he was a hard worker who was very conscientious and
gave 110 per cent all the time - on the job, that is.

 At home he was an absolute dud as far as Mom was concerned. Their sex
life became virtually nonexistent. And Mom was a woman who loved sex. She
did what she could for the first few months to get Dad roused up for some
play in the afternoon, and sometimes she would stay up until he came home
to enjoy a romp in the hay then. But Dad was usually too tired to do much
at night, and in the afternoon he was concentrating on getting ready for
the job that night. Occasionally they had a Sunday fuck, but that was
about it. Gradually Mom just gave up. She became withdrawn and
uncommunicative, a bit hard to get along with at times. Dad was so
preoccupied he didn't seem to notice.

 Now when you're too wrapped up in something else to notice Mom, you've
really got to overlook a lot. My Mom is one of the most beautiful women in
the world. Now I'm talking about WOMEN here, not those skinny dolls with
the little-boy asses that are fashion models. Mom is not a small woman.
She stands about 5 foot 7 and weighs maybe 140. But man, those 140 pounds
are really well distributed. Her tits are round and firm and stand out
proudly. Her hips are broad and curvy, and her ass is outthrust and sassy.
Her thighs are nice and full, her calves are shapely, and her ankles are
trim. Add to that a sort of round, dimpled face with an upturned nose, a
generous mouth, sparkling dark brown eyes, and cinnamon-brown hair worn
loosely waved, and you've got a woman who draws attention wherever she
goes.

 Now a little about myself, to make the cast of characters complete. At
the time the story has its beginning, I was a junior in high school. I was
a very good student, near the top of my class. I was also a fairly good
athlete, playing wide receiver on the football team. I stood about 5 feet
11 and weighed 175, mostly muscle.  I was the second fastest man on the
team, and I could bench press more than all but a couple of the big
linemen. However, I had always been sort of out of it socially. I was not
much good at idle conversation and was too shy to talk easily to girls,
although I have always had a very avid but well-concealed yen for the
other sex.

 I did have a few dates, and sort of went steady with a couple of girls.
However, the first of these was the type that just tries to take over a
guy and run his life completely. I got tired of that pretty fast and split
up with her. She was a good kisser and loved to neck, but I never really
tried to get into her panties. (Now she is married to a nasty guy who
belts her around on occasion. She certainly isn't controlling his life.)

 The second was a shy little girl who I thought was something like me. It
took me a long time to even get a real kiss out of her, and although she
learned to relax for necking, she was very touchy. Once when I got carried
away and touched her breast, she got all excited, started to cry, and said
that she was going to tell her parents. That was enough for me. (Later on,
one of the raunchiest guys in school got to her, and all at once she
became a real slut, putting out for any guy who would look her way. She
suggested to me once that if I wanted to take her out again, maybe she
would be more cooperative this time, but I no longer wanted any part of
her.)

 So now the scene is set. Here am I, a perpetually horny teenager, not bad
looking and certainly well hung, but too bashful to do anything about it
other than to masturbate. And here's my Mom, a sex-loving woman frustrated
by a husband who can't see past his work. I might add that I had a very
vivid imagination for sexual fantasies, and the most frequent object of my
fantasies was my beautiful sexy mother. Take the husband and father out of
the house most of the time, leaving these two hungry people alone night
after night, and you've got a situation with a very obvious solution -
obvious, that is, if you approve of incest.

 Well, I certainly approved of incest, at least the idea of incest. I
never really thought that it could actually happen, but I had fucked my
beautiful Mom countless times in my fantasies and wished fervently that
they could all come true. But just when the idea started occurring to Mom,
I had no idea. It took me a long time to finally catch on to the
unbelievable truth: Mom was interested in me - sexually!

 The flirtation that led to mutual seduction began in little ways. I knew
that Mom wasn't feeling too good about herself because of the way Dad was
neglecting her, so I started trying to cheer her up by paying her
compliments. I was very awkward at first and delivered my praise in
ill-chosen words, blushing furiously all the while. However, Mom picked up
on this right away, and I could tell that she loved it. She knew that my
words were sincere, even if they were not eloquent, and she appreciated
the feeling behind them. As I got more experience in speaking more frankly
to her, my fluency improved rapidly. Also I frequently got a warm hug as a
most welcome reward.

 I started spending more time at home, and Mom and I began talking a lot
more, and now on a sort of equal basis. I learned a lot about her earlier
life and about her main interests and dreams. She became a far more
complex and more interesting person to me. I found myself telling her
things that I had never been able to say to anyone else. I really had no
close friends, although I went to movies and games with a few guys. In
short, we became best friends. We watched TV together and played cards. We
occasionally went out to dinner together or to a play or concert. I helped
Mom with the housework and the cooking and the dishes, even the laundry. I
still had a terrific desire for her body, and I still masturbated
frequently while dreaming of fucking her, but now I also loved to be
around her as a very dear friend as well.

 I realized that Mom was coming to appreciate my company also. She was
much more relaxed and cheerful now, and she seemed to enjoy life more. She
stopped snapping at Dad and seemed to be resigned to their rather
estranged situation. She told me about how frustrated she had become about
their relationship, and indirectly and delicately made it clear that she
missed the sex that they had enjoyed. She shook her head and told me how
much she appreciated having someone she could talk to.

 Mom became more concerned about her appearance again. She began wearing
makeup around the house again, taking better care of her hair, and
dressing up a bit more. The old jeans and sweater were more often replaced
by a frilly blouse and a short skirt, sometimes by shorts and a tight
tee-shirt that really showed off her gorgeous legs and nice tits. Finally,
as the spring days turned warmer, she even began wearing short golf
skirts, which she had never done before. These really turned me on,
especially when I would get a glimpse of her white panties!

 Of course, these changes gave me more opportunities to compliment Mom on
her appearance, and I was now pretty good at it. Mom loved the praise, and
of course, that just led to even more attention to her grooming, and in
turn to more compliments. She was also becoming much more physically
demonstrative in showing her love for her son. We hugged very frequently
now, something which we had not done since I was a small child. Every
morning when I went off to school, I got a big hug. When I got back home,
I was welcomed by another big hug. We hugged good night and good morning.
When I paid her a compliment, I got a hug. When I helped her with
something around the house, I got a warm hug. When I showed her a test
paper with an A on it, I got a hug. The only problem was trying to keep my
har-on from showing.

 Gradually the hugs came to be accompanied by kisses. At first they were
just little pecks on the cheek, but soon they became multiple, fuller
cheek kisses, then actually closed-lip to closed-lip kisses. I began to
seek occasions to earn these kisses. Finally I got up the nerve to
initiate some kisses, rather than just waiting for them to be bestowed.
After supper as we got up to clear the table, I would take Mom into my
arms, give her a warm embrace and a kiss, and tell her what a great meal
it was. When she wore a new outfit, I would give her a thorough and
admiring visual inspection, with perhaps an admiring whistle, and then a
hug and kiss. The kisses slowly developed into softer, wetter kisses as
the days passed. I guess that, except for not sharing each other's bed,
Mom and I were becoming very much like a very happily married couple. My
love for her grew daily greater, and my longing for her gorgeous body was
enormous.

 You would think that I would have caught on sooner that Mom wanted me as
much as I wanted her, but it just never occurred to me that such a
wonderful thing could be. There were loads of clues, but I just couldn't
grasp what tremendous good luck was in store for me. Mom became
increasingly less modest and less careful about keeping her sexual charms
concealed from me. She usually wore a silky robe in the morning now, and
it had a habit of sagging open when she bent over, or coming loose and
showing off the filmy lingerie inside. When this happened, I could clearly
see her nipples and, on a few occasions, her dark pubic hair through the
thin fabric. Sometimes in the evening she would even wear her nightgown
alone when going back and forth from her room to the kitchen for a snack.
These nighties were not made for public view, and her beautiful figure was
very apparent to my horny eyes.

 A couple of times I saw Mom completely nude, and these were both under
suspicious circumstances. Once I came home from school and went upstairs
to my room. I had made plenty of noise coming in, or at least I hadn't
made any attempt to sneak in quietly. Yet Mom suddenly appeared in the
hallway naked, her full tits and furry pussy completely exposed. She acted
surprised and said, "Oh, I didn't know you were home." She made no real
attempt to cover up, but deliberately turned, giving me a full view of her
fantastic ass, and walked into her room. Another time I walked through an
open door into the bathroom, and there was Mom, stark naked, apparently
about to take a shower. I stammered an apology and hastily backed out.
"That's OK, honey," Mom said cheerfully. "I guess I forgot to close the
door." Again she made no effort to hide her voluptuous charms, and I was
really bug-eyed taking in the scenery. The really strange thing about this
is that there is a full bathroom in my parents' room as well, where she
normally took her showers. 

 As I said, she also began wearing very short golf skirts (she was not a
golfer), but only at home and only when Dad was gone. These skirts just
barely covered her hips, and when she sat down, her very shapely bare legs
were entirely revealed, and increasingly often there would be a flash of
white panties, always white. As she became more and more careless in the
way she sat, these panties were more frequently in view - not just a brief
glimpse any more - and now it could be noted that these were very sheer,
high-cut white panties, which clearly revealed that coveted patch of dark
hair at the crotch.

 What was happening was that my incredibly sexy mother was blatantly
throwing herself at her teenage son. Finally it began to penetrate even my
too modest and diffident head. At first, it seemed too good to be true,
but slowly I began to hope that Mom really did have an itch for me. But
now the big question was what to do about it. What if I put a big move on
her and discovered that she really didn't want to go that far? It could
ruin the whole relationship for good. Since she was my mother, I couldn't
really do much but wait for her to make the first unmistakable step toward
sexual intimacy. (Later I discovered that she had been battling the same
dilemma. I could have "laid" her weeks before I did, and she would have
loved it, but we were both teasing, teasing - and holding ourselves back
from taking that irreversible step that would change our lives forever.)

 One night I was stretched out on the carpet watching TV. On the floor
nearby was the newspaper which I had finished reading. Mom came over to
pick up the several sections of the paper. She was standing practically
over me and bent from the waist, wearing one of the brief golf skirts.
Since her back was to me, I could stare directly at the panty-covered ass
before me. The crack was clearly visible through the sheer white fabric,
and since her legs were parted and there was a table lamp beyond her, I
could see the very obvious outline of her pussy lips. She seemed to take
forever to pick up the different sections, and I was gazing in great
enjoyment at the view, when I suddenly noticed that she had bent over so
far that she could look back between her legs and see me gaping at her
goodies. I immediately blushed and looked away. At this point Mom dropped
all the papers and had to start gathering them together again. I took a
few more surreptitious peeks at her ass before she finally stood up and
moved to a chair. Then I noticed that she seemed to be having great
difficulty suppressing a smile. Then I knew for sure that she had
deliberately given me that look at her private treasures.

 When we kissed good night, she was especially tender and clinging. The
kiss developed into a long series of soft, almost open-mouthed kisses, and
I could swear that I felt her tongue a couple of times.It seemed that she
broke off the embrace very reluctantly. I know now that she really wanted
me to go for the whole prize that night, but I was afraid. In my fantasies
in bed, I wasn't afraid to give her everything I had and she gave back her
complete passion, along with her heavenly body. Ah, fantasies! I shot a
gallon of cum that night, but all by myself.

 The next morning, a warm spring Saturday morning, I showered and shaved.
I heard Dad driving off as I finished shaving. He had not got home till
maybe 1:00 a.m. and still had to go in at 9:00 for a long meeting. I went
down to breakfast. Mom soon entered, wearing another golf skirt (which I
knew that she had just put on after Dad left) and a tee-shirt with no bra
under it. God, she looked hot! She made my favorite pancakes and I sat at
the table, wearing only a pair of shorts. When she made a fresh stack, she
brought the pan to the table and stood there close to my right side to
place the hot pancakes on my plate. Without really thinking, just acting
spontaneously, I reached my right hand around her leg and ran it gently up
the inside of her thigh. She froze abruptly - and then I thought of what I
was doing. 

 It was electrifying! The feel of that soft satiny-smooth skin was
wonderful under my fingers. We both were rigid for a moment, waiting to
see what would happen next. Well, what was done was done. I had broken the
ice, so there was nothing to do but try to go ahead. I began gently
running my hand up and down the inside of her soft thigh, from the knee to
about two thirds of the way up to her crotch. Mom breathed again and set
the pan down on a plate. She didn't move away from me, but just stood
there letting me stroke her flesh. Then she put her arm around my neck
very softly and gently, which brought my face against the side of her left
breast. She sighed and her breathing quickened. I think she was trembling
a little.

 For some time this went on, my hand petting and stroking that fabulous
thigh, Mom just holding me gently around the neck. Then I put my left hand
on the outside of her thigh and began caressing her left thigh with both
hands. My left hand crept farther up the outside of her thigh, higher and
higher. Soon it was to the point where I should have felt the hem of her
panty leg, but there was nothing there but soft warm skin. I couldn't
believe it! Higher up her hip my left hand moved. My God! Mom was not
wearing any panties. Mom gave a little moan and pulled my head against her
soft but firm breast.

 Now my right hand was also creeping higher on the inside of her thigh,
very very close to that longed-for target. Mom moved her right foot,
opening her legs farther, opening the way for her son's eager exploring
hand. Then as I got a fraction of an inch from her crotch, I felt soft
hair brushing against the top of my hand - her pussy hair! Just a bit more
and my hand was on it. I was gently stroking the warm, moist lips of my
own mother's pussy!

 A violent shiver ran through Mom's body. Then suddenly she was pulling up
her tee-shirt and turning her body in to me. She yanked the shirt off over
her head, and then she pulled my face right into her soft naked tits. I
went to work on her cunt with both hands then, the left hand exploring the
front of her lips and the right hand rubbing the back under her ass. I
only vaguely knew what I was doing, but I managed to pull her labia open
and then to probe gently inside with my left fingers. She was very wet.
Mom was really panting now, and she directed my mouth to one of her tits,
where I placed my lips around a big solid nipple and began to suck and
nibble enthusiastically. Her hips started moving rhythmically in a sort of
bump and grind motion against my probing fingers, which were fucking in
and out of her well-lubricated pussy.

 Finally Mom spoke in an odd choked kind of voice, "God, that feels good,
honey! Don't stop, please!" Well, I had no intentions of stopping now, but
it thrilled me through and through to hear her say that. I kept switching
from tit to tit with my mouth, as my fingers continued their eager
fucking. "Ooooh, God!" Mom moaned, trembling with passion. "Oooooh, God!
That's good, honey! Oooohxummmmmxthat's soooo good!" If you've never had
your hands on your mother's cunt or your face against her bare tits, you
have never had the ultimate in sexual delight. My hard cock was about to
burst through my shorts.

 Then Mom suddenly moved away from the table, but she dragged me with her.
"Quick, honey!" she said. "Get your shorts off!" She quickly unzipped her
skirt and stepped out of it as I shucked off my shorts in record time. "Oh
God, that's a nice big one!" Mom said as she unceremoniously grabbed my
cock and tugged me over to the island counter. Then she turned her back to
me and leaned across the counter, thrusting her ass back toward me. "Here,
honey," she said urgently. "Stick it into me from the back!"

 I gazed in awe at that beautiful plump ass. God knows I wanted to do what
she asked, but I had never even stuck my cock into a girl from the front.
How did I go about it from the back? Mom reached back and grabbed my cock
again. "Come on, honey!" she urged. "I want your dick in me right now!"
She threw her upper body over the counter, lifting her ass even more
towards me. I stepped between her widespread legs and aimed my cock up
between her ass cheeks, and wonder of wonders, it went right into her cunt
slit. God! It felt absolutely wonderful to feel my mother's pussy
embracing my happy cock. "Push it all the way in, honey!" Mom said. "I
want all of your nice big dick!"

 I pushed and she bucked her ass back until my rod was buried completely
in her juicy love passage. "Ooooh, that feels nice, honey!" Mom cooed.
"Fuck me now, honey! Pump that nice big thing into me, sweetie!" I was
delighted to follow her orders. I began stroking my cock in and out of her
milky way. She moved her hips in rhythm with me, and it was a tremendous
experience to watch my mother's gorgeous round ass humping back and
forward to fuck my pleasure pole. Then I leaned forward and got a hand
under one of Mom's tits, which were resting on the counter. I found a
nipple and began squeezing it, as Mom's motions kept rhythmically pressing
her soft tit against my hand. Then she put one of her hands down between
her legs and sought her clit. I could feel her fingers against my cock as
we shared her fuckhole. 

 I'm glad Mom did start fingering her clit, because that brought her off
faster, and I sure wasn't going to be able to hold out too long. I had
already gone far beyond what I thought I was capable of; probably my
extensive masturbation the night before helped. Soon Mom was panting even
harder and moaning like a bitch in heat. "Oh, God, honey! Oh, God! Ooooh,
damn! That feels so God damned good! Your great big dick is making
Mommie's cunny feel so God damned good! OOOOOOHHHH! OH Fu-u-u-u-ck! FUCK!
FUCK! FU-U-U-U-C-K!" Now I had never heard my mother use even the mildest
profanity or smutty language before. What a jolt to hear those words and
to feel her hot, wet pussy grasping and sucking at my cock! Even in my
wildest fantasies, I had never dreamed that my very proper mother loved
sex so much and had so much passion smoldering inside.

 "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!xI'm coming!xI'm coming!xI'M
C-O-O-O-O-M-M-M-M-I-N-G! OHHHHHHHHH!" Mom's long moan was almost a scream.
Her ass was bucking like crazy now, and I had to hang onto her hips to
stay with her. I was pumping as hard and as fast as I could, really
ramming my big pole into her. I felt the fire in my cock building to a
climax, and the feeling spread out through my groin and then my whole
body. 

 I gave a loud roar of my own and then I was spouting my cum into my
mother's spasming pussy. She had suddenly stopped humping and was
completely rigid except for her violent involuntary shivering. I rammed my
cock in clear up to my balls and held it jammed there as it kept shooting
my juice into her belly. I clung to her trembling body, my belly pressed
tightly against her quivering ass, as my own body did some pretty good
shaking of its own. At last I stopped spurting, and Mom gave a great sigh
and slumped heavily forward on the counter. I half lay across her back,
both of us breathing hard as we began to come down to earth. My cock never
did shrink enough to drop out of her cunt. Instead it was still throbbing
with joy deep inside her still warmly gripping fuck passage. My God, I
thought, my head whirling, I have actually fucked my beloved mother! My
deepest desire had been fulfilled far beyond my fondest hopes. I had never
felt so thoroughly happy.

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Subject: MOM'S NEW LOVE, 2/2: mF, inc, cons, roman.
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Mom's New  Love, part 2--A story of incest by Roderigo LaBloke

Disclaimer: This story is for adults only. Anyone under 18 has no business
reading or downloading it. Those who are morally opposed to stories of
unorthodox sexual activities should go elsewhere. On the other hand, you
don't have to approve of actual incidents of this nature to enjoy a
fictional description. This is a fantasy, and it is no crime to enjoy
fantasies. This story is not true. The characters may be real (note: MAY
be), but they did not indulge in the actions described herein. Enjoy!


   MOM'S NEW LOVE, Part 2

 After a few minutes, Mom straightened up, which caused my cock to flop
free from her pussy. She turned around with a big grin on her face. "Oh
God, honey! That was a great fuck!" My cock was dripping cum on the tile
floor, and thick juices were running down Mom's legs, but she paid no
attention. I soon learned that when it comes to sex, Mom likes it messy.
Mom took hold of my stiff, gooey cock and looked at it admiringly. "This
damned big monster is ready to go again already!" she exclaimed
admiringly. "That's just what I need!"

 She dragged me by the prick back to my chair and pushed me down into it.
Then she straddled my legs and, still holding my rod in place, lowered her
cum-leaking cunt right down onto it, so that she was astraddle my lap
facing me, with my dick all the way up her pussy again. She put her arms
around my neck and pressed her big soft tits against my chest. Then she
began covering my mouth with big wet kisses. Soon our tongues were playing
warmly with each other. God! I was in seventh heaven!

 After a while Mom leaned back, reached her hand back to the table and
smeared her fingers with some of the syrup on my plate. Then she moved her
hand toward my face. I opened my mouth, expecting to suck her fingers, but
Mom said, "No, close your mouth." I did so, and Mom wiped the syrup all
over my lips. Then she began to lick it off. "Mmmmm!" she murmured. "My
lovely big-dicked motherfucker really has sugar lips." Then she wiped more
syrup off the plate and this time smeared it all over my face from
forehead to chin and ear to ear. Then she really went to work licking it
off. She began murmuring "Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" She almost sounded like a purring
cat as she licked. From time to time she would bounce up and down on my
happy prick. This all seemed like a tremendously sexy dream to me, too
damned good to be true-but it was true! If you ever had a yen for your
mother, just imagine her sitting on your lap, impaled on your cock, her
big naked tits brushing your chest, as she happily licks you all over the
face. Man! Wouldn't you give anything in the world for that?

 Mom then poured syrup out of the bottle into the plate. This time she
smeared it on her face. "Now, lover boy, it's your turn." I very gladly
began licking at Mom's beautiful face as she giggled and wiggled. I lapped
at her eyes and forehead, her nose and chin, all over her cheeks and her
laughing mouth. This was a game I really loved, especially with her
wiggling pussy filled with my big cock. Then Mom smeared syrup all over
her big beautiful breasts, leaned back, and lifted them up to me. I licked
all over that fantastically smooth, soft but firm flesh, and then began
sucking and nibbling at her very firm, erect nipples. Mom said, "I'd like
to try that a little lower down, but that site is very nicely occupied at
the moment."

 But then she said, "Oh, what the hell! Let's have a sweet fuck." She
pulled back till my cock was almost out and then began smearing my cock
and her cunt lips heavily with the syrup. "How about a little butter too?"
she said, and scooping out a handful of soft butter from the dish, she
slathered it generously on our barely joined genitals. "There now. That
should do it." And she pushed her hips against me until my cock was back
in her cunt to the hilt. "And now," she said, "let's have that sweet,
sweet fuck!" 

 Mom began bouncing up and down on me. I let her do most of the work, and
damn! she sure did it well! Sometimes she was tight up against my chest,
with her big tits jammed against me and her nice big mouth open on mine.
Then she would lean way back and her big tits would bounce excitingly as
she bucked and humped on my fuckpole. When she leaned back, I could look
down and watch my cock appearing and disappearing into her furry-fringed
pussy. The syrup and butter were whipped into a sort of froth, mingled
with cum from our first fuck. I wondered what it would taste like. Maybe
it could be a new taste sensation - syrup and butter and cum. Perhaps it
would be a little difficult to keep up the supply of the last ingredient,
but I was certainly willing to do my part to meet the demand.

 "God," Mom muttered, "I think I can actually taste it from way down
there." She was really getting into it now, and it was thrilling to see
her face as her expression varied from a big grin to an appearance of
extreme, almost painful, pleasure. She began breathing hard again, as was
I, and muttering, sometimes almost growling, obscene fuck words. "Oh God,
baby! I love your nice big dick! I love the way it fucks my hungry pussy!
Oh you God damned sweet lovely motherfucker you! Ooooooh, my wonderful,
wonderful lover boy to make his Mommy feel so God damned good, so fucking,
fucking God damned goooooood!" I started bucking up as hard as I could to
meet her fierce bounces, and she increased the intensity of her naughty
fuck words. "Oh, honey, honey, honey! Fuck your Mommy! Fuck me with that
beautiful big sugar dick! OH, FUCK ME! FUCK ME! F-U-U-U-U-C-K 
M-O-M-M-EEEEEEEE! F-U-U-U-U-U-U-C-K MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! OHHHHHHHHHHHH!" 

 And Mom came in a big way, a tremendously big way. Her face was all
screwed up as if she were in terrible agony. She was snorting and
screeching and panting. I suppose that objectively she would have looked
very ugly. But to me she had never looked more gorgeous than when she was
coming on my big rod. I certainly couldn't hold out any longer, and my
cock was on fire as I began spouting another load of hot cum deep into my
mother's spasming belly. Her face went all slack now, her mouth hanging
open helplessly. Her big tits bobbed wildly all over the place as I
bounced her big body up and down violently, ramming my hot spurting prick
as hard as I could into her convulsing love hole. 

 At last the fuck came to an end, and Mom's shivering body collapsed
against mine. For a long time we just sat there recovering our breath as
Mom's shaking gradually subsided. From time to time she moaned very
softly. I could feel little tremors run through her pussy at times,
aftershocks of her huge orgasm. We were both wet with sweat; and cum,
mixed with the syrup and butter, was dripping on the chair and the floor.
I felt completely worn out, but extremely happy. My cock had shrunk
somewhat, I knew, but it was still stiff enough to remain well up inside
my mother's precious pussy.

 At last Mom gave another very violent shudder and sat up. She looked me
lovingly in the eyes and said softly, "I love you, my darling son, more
than all the rest of the world combined. This is the happiest day of my
life." She kissed me tenderly.

 I had been mostly silent throughout this whole wonderful experience, but
now I had to tell Mom how I felt about her. I'm afraid I was a bit
incoherent, but I'm sure that Mom got the message. I told her how much I
had wanted her for so many years, and she said that she had known that all
along. She had been aware of all my hard-ons as I surreptitiously watched
her, and she had been proud to be of so much interest to her son.
Gradually she had felt herself being turned on by me as well, although she
had fought the idea for a long time before she had finally given in and
started masturbating about me as she knew I was doing for her. Now she
wished that she had just accepted her horny feelings sooner and not wasted
time when we could have been having fun in bed. We both agreed that this
was only the beginning. I warmly and sincerely pledged her my total love,
and Mom said that I could have her love and her body any time when we
could be alone from now on.

 Finally Mom reluctantly pulled her sticky cunt loose from my prick, which
whipped up stiffly, hard as a rock again. We were really a mess in the
genital area. Mom put her hand to my cock and wiped off some of the goo.
Then she amazed me by licking it off her fingers. "Hey, this is pretty
good!" she exclaimed. "Try some." With this, she stepped up to me and
pulled my face right to her cunt. I eagerly licked at the congealing
juices on her pussy lips, and I kept right on licking. She was right; it
didn't taste bad. But that wasn't what kept me licking. It was the pure
delight of getting all the taste and feel and smell I could of my precious
mother's delectable cunt, and letting her know how much I loved and
desired everything about her gorgeous body. I loved the crispy hairs
tickling my nose. A shaved cunt has never appealed to me. I like real
women, not little girls. Mom's pubic hair was dark brown and covered her
mound generously, thick and curly-crispy. Her swollen, wet cunt lips
peeping through were a very appetizing sight.

 Mom sat back on the edge of the table, pulling me with her. I knelt, and
she spread her legs wide to allow my head between those splendid thighs. I
went to work on her juicy love nest then, licking and sucking, thrusting
my tongue into her fuck passage. Mom had both hands on my head, directing
me, urging me on. Her moans and sexy talk let me know how much she was
enjoying my enthusiastic attentions. In just a few moments she was coming
big again, screaming and humping her hairy mound against my face, grinding
her soft, sloppy pussy against my hardworking mouth. She almost smothered
me, pulling my head into her crotch so firmly that I could hardly catch a
breath. But I loved the smell, the taste, the contrasting feel of her
coarse hair and the slippery, wet cunt lips and vagina, the writhing and
humping of her belly, the way her full thighs kept opening, then clamping
shut around my ears, the sound of her passionate wail when she came. My
face was completely smeared with our mixed fuck juices. 

 Ah, it was a tremendous new thrill for an inexperienced lad! I had
enjoyed my mother's cunt in a fuck from the rear, a fuck from the front,
and now a wild licking, sucking, slurping cunnilingus. In an hour's time I
had gone from a frustrated, horny young virgin to a man of wide sexual
background - and we hadn't even got out of the kitchen yet. That's what a
loving Mom can do for you if she is only willing.

 Finally, trembling and gasping for breath, Mom pushed me back into the
chair and straddled me again, sitting slumped forward with her head on my
shoulder and her big tits mashed against my chest. My cock, again hard as
a steel bar, was trapped up between us. I wanted it in her pussy again,
but Mom was panting and trying to regain her senses. This had been her
biggest cum yet. For a long time we sat there unmoving except for Mom's
trembling, which gradually subsided as her breathing slowed down. I kept
running my hands up and down her back from her shoulders down to her ass
and along her thighs, loving the feel of this big, solid, absolutely
gorgeous, real flesh-and-blood woman astride my lap. God, how I loved my
wonderful sexy Mom!

 At last my mother heaved a great sigh of satisfaction and leaned back, a
big happy smile on her lovely face. Then she laughed when she saw my gooey
face. "What a mess I've made of you, honey boy!" she said. And she
proceeded to lick me clean, her wet pink tongue lovingly lapping all over
my face, as a mother cat cleans her kitten. Again she kept murmuring,
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" as she licked, again sounding like a cat purring with
pleasure. Well, I thought, this is one feline female who has found an
admiring Tom to take care of all her needs. Mom then began kissing me with
those wide-open French kisses again, and I responded with eager desire.

 Mom pushed herself up and stepped back from me. She looked down at my
raging hard-on and took it into her hands. "Oooh,baby, I l-o-v-e this
great big dick that never gets worn out! Let me show you how much I love
it!" And she knelt between my legs and began kissing the cum-covered tip
of my rod, fondling my balls as she did so. She went right on talking her
raunchy sex talk as she played with my sensitive and appreciative member.
"Ummm, dicky bird, you're a real beauty of a dick! Thank you for fucking
Mommy so nicely! Mommy's going to keep you busy from now on, you big hard
honey dick!" This was in between kisses and wet licks. Then Mom had to
stop uttering words, although she kept up a humming and grunting as she
moved her mouth up and down my shaft, licking it like a popsicle. There
was no way she could get the whole thing into her mouth, but she got all
of it that was necessary. She squeezed my balls with both hands as she
sucked harder and harder, fucking me with her mouth. Because I had already
come a couple of times, I was able to hold out for a while, but with the
fantastic feel of my own mother's mouth on my cock, I knew it couldn't
last too much longer.

 Mom sensed that I was getting close, so she pulled her mouth free and
said, "Later on I want you to come in my mouth, but right now I have to
have you inside me again. Let's go to your room, honey." She stood up and
grabbed my cock again. She loved to lead me around by my fuck pole, and
I'll tell you, she could certainly lead me anywhere at all that way.
"Hurry, honey!" she said. "I need to be fucked again! Mommy needs to have
her son's big bad dick in her pussy again!" We hurried up the stairs to my
room.

 Mom threw herself onto my bed on her back and spread her legs as wide as
she could. "Come on, honey! Climb on me and stick that big hard thing into
your Mommy's pussy again!" For a moment I just stood there staring at all
that glorious female beauty, opened wide and waiting for me. Her face was
filled with eagerness and happy anticipation. There was a welcoming,
dimpled smile on her full lips, and her dark brown eyes were filled with
the light of love. Her big full tits were slightly sagging to the side,
but the rosy nipples stood up firm and hard in their brownish-pink
areolas. Her slightly rounded belly curved down to the vee framed by her
full, curvy thighs, where her puffy, slightly gaping cunt lips peeped
through the dark brown hair on her prominent mound. 

 "Oh, God, you're beautiful, Mom!" I breathed in an awed voice. 

 "Thanks, honey, but jump on me quick and stick your big dick into me and
fuck me! Mommy needs it NOW!" Eager to please, I did jump onto the bed
between Mom's spread legs. She grabbed my hard cock and crammed it
frantically into her fuck hole. I pushed as she humped up to meet me. Soon
I was in her all the way to the balls. "Ahhh!" she sighed. "That's exactly
what Mommy needed! God, that big thing feels sooo fucking good in my
pussy!"

 Soon Mom and I were fucking away, bouncing up and down on the bed in a
frenzied quest for that orgasmic ecstasy again. I had really got a
terrific thrill out of our other couplings, but somehow this was the real
thing - a real fuck in the good old missionary position, with my mother's
hot body underneath me and my big cock pinning her to the mattress,
pounding it to her in fierce thrust after thrust. Mom had her knees bent,
her feet on the bed, using the leverage of her legs to complement the
force of my ramming motions. By humping up vigorously to meet me, she was
doing everything she could to enhance the power of each piston stroke of
my prick into her well-lubricated love passage. She pulled my head down to
her so that we could kiss with open mouths as we fucked. Both of us were
making noise now, moaning and groaning and growling and panting. There
were slapping sounds as we came together, and squishing sounds from all
the fluids in her cunt. 

 Despite my earlier cums, I felt the heat in my cock and balls building
toward the climax already. The fantastic feeling of my big pole sliding in
and out of my own mother's juicy pussy was overwhelming! I was afraid that
I would shoot my load before Mom could hit her peak, but I needn't have
worried. She started a high-pitched whine and began panting heavily, her
hips jerking even harder and faster. Both of her hands were on my ass,
urging me on to even greater force and speed in my thrusts. Just as I
finally let go and started spurting my hot fuck juice into her surging
pussy, she suddenly gave a muffled scream and stiffened up like a board,
lifting us both up off the bed and hanging there rigid except for her
violent shuddering as another gigantic orgasm swept through her. The
searing sweet sensation of my own climax lifted me right out of my body
onto a heavenly plane. It was as if the two of us were all alone on a rosy
cloud of our own little private paradise. And as we collapsed together in
glorious satisfied fulfillment, my love for my mother was just
overflowing, flooding my entire being. Nothing could ever be better than
this, I thought - and I still feel that way.

 Both of us were exhausted by now, so we just lay there for nearly an
hour, caressing, fondling, kissing, and talking. This is when Mom told me
all about the problem with Dad and her long period of sexual frustration.
She was quick to assure me that this was not the only reason why she had
looked to me for sex, however. She said that she had been fighting an
unusual attraction for me for a long time. She also was fully aware of my
lustful feelings toward her. She said that it was impossible to miss my
attempts to hide my hard-ons and my sly peeks at her goodies whenever I
had the chance. She had felt flattered that I seemed to find her so
attractive, and many times she had allowed me to see a bit more than she
should have. 

 She had tried not to let things get out of hand - until recently, that
is. Then she had decided that she would help things along a bit and see
what happened. She didn't want to overtly seduce me, but she wanted to
make it possible for me to make a move - and she had long been willing to
cooperate with any move I made. This morning she had decided to really
open things up (pardon the pun) by leaving off her panties and bra and, if
necessary, give me a total and deliberate eyeful of her ass and pussy,
making it so obvious that I could not fail to know that she was
intentionally aiming her charms at me. When I had casually put my hand on
her inner thigh, she had been filled with elation and knew that this was
it, the beginning of a new and wonderful relationship between us.

 As Mom played with my cock and I petted her pussy, I found it very easy
to finally tell her exactly how I felt about her, how exciting I found her
voluptuous body and how many times I had fucked her in my fantasies. But
also I told her how I had come to regard her as my very best friend and by
far the most interesting companion I could ever hope to have. I eloquently
 and sincerely proclaimed my total, absolute love for her as a mother and
now as a lover. Over and over we spoke the words of love to each other.
This was not just a mother/son love nor a man/woman love, but a
combination that was greater by far than either. I am still convinced that
no greater love is possible than that between a loving mother and an
appreciative son who have found sexual fulfillment in each other. 

 God, what a morning this had been! I had fucked my mother three times,
had licked her pussy to orgasm and had my cock sucked by her wonderful
mouth. I had shared countless deep kisses with her and we had licked each
other's faces as well as other body parts. We had reached the absolute
depth of physical and emotional intimacy. And I knew that this was only
the beginning. I felt that we two were now one - more fully than we would
have been as husband and wife. I knew that I could do anything I wanted to
do to my mother's beautiful, beautiful body. And I knew that she felt
completely free to do anything to my grateful and adoring body. Waves of
tremendous love kept sweeping through me, and I tried to express to Mom
how powerful my feelings were. She made it quite clear that she felt much
the same way. All at once her frustrated life had blossomed into a
wonderland of bliss, and she was as grateful as I was. No two people could
ever be happier than we were, lying together in ecstatic intimacy.

 Eventually the exhaustion was swept away by these powerful feelings, and
damned if we weren't fucking again. This time Mom lay on top of me, with
my cock deep in her cunt. We had a long, slow fuck, frenching and fondling
as we enjoyed the thrilling closeness. We finally sped up into another
slam-bang screw that sent us over the sexual top again, flying high in a
big mutual orgasm. Mom later said that she had a hard time believing that
I had never fucked a girl before, because she said she had never been so
well fucked in her life. I think that it was just that we two were so much
alike that we were natural lovers, and the emotional aspect made the
physical part a million times better.

 Then we had to go clean up the evidence in the kitchen, where gobs of
drying cum were all over the floor and the chair, and our clothes were
still lying where we had cast them off. Mom put her skirt back on, but
left her blouse and panties off so that I could fondle her whenever I felt
like it, which was most of the time. When Dad came home, we acted as
normal as possible, but we could hardly hide our joy when he announced
that on Monday he was off to Houston for a week. You can imagine what a
week that turned out to be for Mom and me. If I told you how many times we
came in those few days, you wouldn't believe it. Neither would Guinness
probably.

 All this took place 11 years ago. I am now 28 and Mom is 51. She has to
touch up her hair a bit now, but other than that she hasn't changed a bit.
She is still the most beautiful woman alive as far as I'm concerned. She
is no longer married to Dad. An amazing thing happened. Dad confessed to
Mom that he had been having an affair with a secretary who had gone on a
couple trips with him (unknown to Mom). He asked Mom for a divorce. Dad's
company wanted to hush up the whole thing as much as possible, and when
Mom threatened to charge him with adultery in a divorce case, the
management worked out a very generous settlement that set Mom up in
comfort for the rest of her life. 

 I could never figure out how a man could prefer any other woman over Mom
- what an idiot Dad was! And when I later saw the woman he married after
the divorce, I was really shocked. She was a skinny thing with hardly any
ass at all and not a whole lot in the chest. Her face was OK, but not
nearly as beautiful as Mom's. She was 14 years younger than Mom, so maybe
that was the big attraction - some attraction! Anyway the marriage didn't
last too long; she took all she could get and left poor old Dad high and
dry. Would you believe that he tried to get Mom to take him back again?
She emphatically told him to stay away forever. She didn't tell him that
she had another man and didn't need him for anything.

 In the meantime I went to college at a nearby university so that I could
live at home and fuck Mom on a regular basis. In spite of all the
extracurricular activities, I graduated with honors and got a good job in
my home town. I later got an apartment, just for appearance sake, but Mom
and I are always together, sometimes at home and sometimes in my
apartment. We love each other just as much as always, if not more, as we
have grown together over the years. We still do an awful lot of fucking
and sucking and various other things. Mom still has this inventive flair
to add something new from time to time to keep our love life fresh.
Occasionally we take a vacation together and travel as a married couple.
It seems that these are our horniest times, and we spend whole days naked
in our hotel room, just screwing the hell out of each other. 

 I guess I have made it abundantly clear by now that I love my mother in
every way that it is possible to love. She is still tremendously exciting
to me, and every fuck is heaven. I can't stand to be with her very long at
a time without some kind of intimacy. She always wears skirts and doesn't
wear panties around the house so that she is always accessible to my
adoring hands and lips - and cock. And she seems to be just as fascinated
by my body as I am by hers. She initiates the sexual contacts as often as
I do. 

 While writing our story, I have frequently gotten so aroused that I had
to stop and fuck Mom before I could go on. I wouldn't let her read it
until it was finished (except for this afterword), and she jumped me
before she was half through it. After a good hard fuck, she had to sit
astraddle me with my cock in her cunt in order to finish it. She told me
to add that she is the happiest and best-fucked mother in the world - and
tomorrow morning, she says, we're going to re-enact that scene with the
pancake syrup. I can hardly wait. Neither of us would trade places with
any other person.

    THE END