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I Love You, Mom!

By: Writerotic



Description: M/F/Erotic Coupling: A son does what he can to make his mother happy.

Disclaimer: Contrary to any implication by the title or description, this is NOT an incest story! By the way.

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Ashley had a rough marriage to Alexander Hastings, so loved it when her son Justin brought his friends over; she wouldn't fuck them, just talk, any man's better than her husband, she connected better with them. One in particular, Jason Lennox, was a standout. Even at 12, his eloquence made her pussy moist; he was so confident and sure of himself Ashley easily lost herself, but due to his age, she knew she had to wait till he was older. Eventually, the father left and took with him a lot of memories and life; Ashley and Justin had to move to another neighborhood, but Justin still went to the same school, had the same friends, however, Jason didn't come over anymore.

Ashley was a knockout at 38, huge 39DD chest, 32" waist, and an ass to die for; she was built for fucking, which a lot of men did regularly, none of them made her feel at ease like little Jason though. She fantasized about Jason a lot as the older man of her dreams and masturbated frequently. Unbeknownst to her, so did he.

Over breakfast one morning, Justin looked at Ashley:

"I'm going to Carl's to jam on his new Playstation, could you get my CDs from Jason?"

"Jason, the one from our old neighborhood?"

"Yeah, he's supposed to bring em over this afternoon."

"No problem, Justy. When should I expect him?"

"Should be by noon... I'll try to get back by 1 or 2, depending on the game. Tell Jason I said hi. Hope you enjoy yourselves "

Ashley looked at the empty room.

"He left awfully early; it's barely 10. Wonder why?"

She stood in front of the mirror for a while before getting dressed. Getting a Kleenex, she dabbed her extremely hot, wet pussy and put on some sexy-yet-casual clothes, a pair of short cotton shorts with no panties and a loose top that showed off her hard, prominent nipples. Then she worked for the next hour getting the house ready for seduction. The moisture on her slit made her shorts cling sexily to her mound as she moved around the house; she nearly came from the activity and the anticipation.

Around noon, Jason rang the doorbell and nearly dislocated his jaw when Ashley opened the door, looking scrumptious with her long sinewy legs and timeless voluptuousness:

"Jason, it's been a long time. Must be at least 5 years"

He leaned forward and gave her a big hug.

"Too long, Mrs. H, I'm 19 now... the town's not the same without you there."

"How so?

"Well, there's not as much beauty and stuff to look forward to. I've gotta say, you look even better than I remember."

"That's very sweet of you to say, Jason. I take it you like the outfit. Come in, let's catch up."

He took a seat on the sofa beside Ashley. She leaned closer to him, giving him a whiff of her perfume, then she arched her back and stretched, jutting her heaving breasts out to his appreciation:

"I think I'll go get something to drink, you look thirsty too, wha'cha want?"

"I am somewhat hot, could you get me a Coke please?

"No need to be so formal, I'll get you whatever you want."

A wet spot at the back of her little shorts caught his eye, "she must be roasting; it's gotta be ninety degrees outside." She wiggled her hips slightly for him. 

A few moments later, Ashley came back from the kitchen with water for her and a Coke for Jason. She sat sideways on the couch, giving him a good view of her damp crotch. He could see her sweaty slit through her shorts, and his mouth watered as the overwhelming scent of her enflamed pussy hit his eager nostrils. Ashley smiled and placed her hand on the bulge in his pants:

"I see you still get a hardon when talking to me, just like when you were little --you were impressive then too. Now lay back and take your pants off; let's have a look at that big boy."

He lay back and undid his jeans; she helped take them off, and kissed his ball sac when his veiny cock sprang free. Ashley licked up the length of his perfect shaft and smiled up at him as she kissed the head, rolling it around in her mouth a second or two; she looked up at him sexily and lowered her lips around his length, sucking and slurping on his cock ravenously. Jason was delirious while Ashley expertly fucked him with her mouth. She slid her hands up under his shirt and pinched his nipples, caressing his chest as she bobbed her head up and down on his sweet cock. She pressed another finger against his asshole just enough to not enter him, and he came hard in her mouth. Ashley kept sucking till he emptied his load and savored the flavor, swallowing every drop. She leaned back on her knee and rubbed her tummy satisfied:

"Mmm, that was better than I could've hoped for; I bet you're a big hit with the ladies!"

Jason just smiled as Ashley took her shorts off and gave her overheated, moist pussy a squeeze. She offered her juicy fingers to him, letting him lick and smell her delicious nectar. Then she sat back and opened her legs further, offering her hotness to him. He literally drooled as her cum dripped from her sopping holes:

"Good God! I've never seen anything so appetizing. I love your hot bod, Mrs. H!"

Ashley moaned loudly when he licked from her asshole up to the top of her slit and back down, massaging her swollen delights with his tongue She threaded her fingers through his hair and ground her pussy into his face and thrashed her head wildly back and forth:

"uunnnhhh oh god... that's it, baby, lick mama till she cums all over that face of yours... oh god yes...unh."

She panted heavily as Jason's tongue whipped her into frenzy. He slipped two fingers into her tight ass and pumped them as he licked and nibbled her aching pussy. Ashley nearly passed out with pleasure as her dream was finally coming true; Jason was tongue fucking her better than any other guy ever had, bathing her entire pussy, ass and thighs with his amazing tongue. She drove his head into her as his lips and teeth pulled at her throbbing clit"

"Oh my god, baby... I'M GOING TO CUM... ubh unh unh."

Ashley whimpered as her orgasm raged through her body, violently crashing in her stomach; her holes clamped on his tongue and fingers, and she shrieked at the top of her lungs as his face was flooded with a torrent of pussy juice . Jason pumped and sucked till Ashley came down, milking her glorious cum almost completely. He kissed her excited perineum as he withdrew his fingers from her well-fucked hole. They sat up and licked Jason's hands and face clean of Ashley's appreciative juices and sat there a few minutes, catching their breaths:

"Let's go to my bedroom now, Jason."

"You're certainly energetic, Mrs. H."

"Call me Ashley... did you bring condoms?"

"Hahaha, of course I did... wait... PLURAL?"

Ashley just winked and led him to her down the hall.

Justin got home at about six that evening, just as Jason was leaving:

"Hey Justin, thanks for letting me borrow your CDs."

"Did you enjoy her... um, them?

"Oh very much, and your mom's even prettier than I remember!"

"Yeah, she's great, so you two had a good time?

"You're mom's a dynamo!"

"Thanks for not being a jerk, Jay!"

"My pleasure."

Justin went inside:

"Hey Mom, you awake?"

Ashley stretched and squirmed in her bed:

"Oh, hey baby, how'd the game go?"

"It was great, how was your day?"

"Absolutely perfect!"

"Glad to hear it, mom," he leaned forward to kiss her cheek, "I love you!" 

I Love You, Mom!



Hello everyone! 

This is my first ever story on Literotica, and I hope you'll enjoy it.

Feedback is really appreciated. Help me improve.

Thanks! :)

***

I steered my car into the drive and parked it beside my Mom's. Checked myself from the rear view mirror for one last time, to make sure I didn't look like the devil himself, took the little gift I've bought for Mom and started toward the house.

My name is Kevin. I'm twenty one years old and I'm a college student. I live with my Mom, who was turning forty one that day. She and my Dad divorced when I was small and she'd been taking care of me ever since. Dad would visit us about every two months and judging by their laughter and endless chatting, personally I think they're on a lot better terms now than when they were together. 

My Mom is Emma. And like I said, she is forty one. She has black hair that drops to about a couple of inches above the waist, and pretty eyes. Since she's a single Mom, she's been always conscious about her figure. Frankly I don't have anything to say about that, because a gorgeous woman like her must definitely enjoy the attention she's getting. Her greatest assets, I'd say, are her breasts. She's not really a beauty queen but with her reasonably sized breasts and the nice ass, she's damn hot. At least to me.

I opened the door and went in.

'SURPRISE, MOM!'

'Oh, shut it, Kev! Do you really think I didn't hear you pull up?'

'Shit!' 

She came half-running towards me and gave me a hug. 

'Oh my god, I missed you darling!'

'I know Mom, I missed you too!' I kissed her on her cheeks.

'Eww! Your stubble! Shave it off idiot!'

'Haha no way. Girls love it.'

'Well, for the next three weeks I'm the only girl you're gonna be with, so you'd better shave it off big boy!'

I broke the hug and took a couple of steps back. I wanted to see her better. I wanted to see how good she looked. I had missed that sight.

She was wearing a short one piece dress she sometimes wore when she's at home. It wasn't tight and at the same time, wasn't loose too. It just fit her. She looked sexy in that, all curvy and shit. Or should I say 'hot'? Her breasts and ass were perfectly complimented by the loosely hugging dress and it ended about a good 4 or 5 inches above her knees, revealing her amazing, smooth legs. And at the top, it had a somewhat low square cut with no sleeves, just straps. I could see some cleavage and.. holy shit! She wasn't wearing a bra! How the fuck had I missed it when I hugged her? I immediately felt my dick give a little twitch. God bless the person who invented underwear.

'Wow, you look amazing Mom.'

'Why, thank you!' she said rolling her eyes.

'I'm not kidding! You look rather hot!' 

At that she burst out laughing. 'Now now.. That would do, young man. If you keep on doing it, I don't know where you'd stop.'

Oh, how I'd love to find that out, I thought to myself.

You see, growing up, my Mom was the one woman I was always interested in. Maybe it wouldn't have been so had Dad been there, but since he wasn't, Mom was 'the woman' in my life. When I went through puberty and started experiencing and trying out new things, for whatever the reason I found her in my fantasies. So I could safely say, deep down in me, I think I had something for my Mom. It's not just pure lust. It's more to do with love and less to do with lust. But then again, I guess lust is a part of love. Or whatever. She was my Mom, my friend, my sister and my everything.

'Aaaaaaannd.. Happy birthday, Mom!' 

I gave her the bottle of wine and the small bouquet of roses I'd bought for her. She tore open the wrapping paper carefully and once she saw what's inside, a huge warm smile spread across her face.

'Honey, you shouldn't ha-'

'Oh, please Mom!' I cut her short and bent forward to give her another kiss. I think she wasn't expecting that right then, because she couldn't turn her head in time and my lips landed partially on her lips. About two seconds passed before we realised the mistake and broke the kiss. By then I had a hard-on. Another couple of seconds passed in an awkward silence. 

'Maybe I should go have a shower. I'm tired.' I finally managed to break the silence.

'Good idea. But before you go.. do you want to go out for dinner tonight, or would you rather celebrate at home?' asked Mom. Apparently she wasn't as affected by the mistake as I was. Maybe because she never loved me and lusted after me the same way I did for her, and also because it was an innocent mistake.

'Your call Mom.' I smiled and ran upstairs.

***

After the shower I was in my bed, relaxed, listening to some music. I had to beat the shit out of my dick to feel stable after what happened. Now as I lay in the bed, I was feeling somewhat clear-headed and generally better. 

Then I heard the bathroom door close and the shower turn on. Mom had gone to take a shower. My mind raced down the memory lane and came back with some memories of a habit of Mom's. After a shower it was her habit to wear a towel around her hair, like a bun, till it dried. She rarely used the hair dryer. While her hair is still wet, she'd wear another towel covering her body and she'd do whatever she had to do inside the house, wearing these. More often than not, this second towel ended some 6 inches above her knees.

So maybe if I'm lucky, today also would be one of those days, I told myself. I felt my dick respond to that thought. 

I was ready when Mom finished her shower. I was listening intently to the sounds coming from the bathroom and just as she opened the door, I came out of my room and went past the bathroom. There she was, in all her glory, wearing what seemed to be a towel (it was that small). She looked even hotter than I had remembered. 

She saw me coming that way. Biting her lip and throwing me a flirtatious look, she did a couple of poses like a bikini model, for me to see. 

'Not bad! I'd give a 9.' I joked.

'Why, what happened to that other 1?' She asked me playfully.

'That's because I didn't see everything.' 

She burst out laughing again and I joined her.

'Hey, wanna help me prepare lunch?'

'Yeah sure.'

She started towards the kitchen. Even though I had already had a vigorous jerk off, my dick was coming back to life, as I watched her nice ass sway side to side when she walked. Briefly touching the stiffening dick, outside the shorts, just to make sure it didn't poke through the cloth and to give it a moment's satisfaction, I started following her. Damn, she was hot. Like, fucking hot! I could barely take my eyes off her nice legs and her firm ass. Maybe I should be ashamed to say this, but I never regretted having such perverted thoughts towards my unsuspecting mother, not even for a second. But in my defence, for each part of lust, there were two parts of love.

I helped her peel the potatoes, and then washed and cut the fruits to make a fruit salad. I loved fruit salads and Mom knew it. That was pretty much all I did, since I didn't have enough time to do anything else after spending so much time checking her out, all the while being careful to keep my boner away from her eyes. I don't think she noticed anything but even if she did, she didn't say anything.

After everything was readied to be cooked, she went to the pantry and bent down at her hips to open a cupboard. She wanted to take some bowls out. But she didn't have to bend at her hips. She could have just bent her knees and taken those out. But she chose to bend at her hips instead, and the result was, I got to see almost up to her ass cheeks. This was like heaven to me. My boner was raging. I silently thanked god I was seated behind a counter. Had I stood up, she would have easily seen the tent in my shorts. As she picked up the bowls and came back to the cooker, I thought I saw a slight hint of a smile on her lips.

After about 30 minutes the lunch was ready. We sat silently on the couch as we helped ourselves. Mom was sitting right next to me on my right and she had her right leg over her left. Thanks to the skimpy towel, I was able to get an eyeful of her smooth thighs. Smooth like silk. I was hardly able to control myself and pay my attention to the lunch plate.

'You ok honey? You're not eating.'

'Umm yeah, I'm ok Mom.'

'Is my 'dress' distracting you?'

'Not really.'

'Well that's a bummer!' she laughed.

She's my Mom all right, but what a fucking flirt. I kept my plate on my lap and placed my right hand on her exposed right thigh.

'This is what's distracting me, not the 'dress', sweetheart.' I whispered in her ear in the most sensual way I could work up.

For a fraction of a second, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. The next moment she recovered as if nothing happened. Meanwhile inside my head, I was cursing myself for losing control (as if it never happens around Mom. LOL) and doing something I shouldn't have done. I wasn't sure how she would react, nor how far I'd gone. She looked at me wide-eyed. I saw only one thing to do to save my sorry ass, and I started laughing, and stuck my tongue out at her, like I used to do when I was a kid.

The seriousness in her mood disappeared and she also started laughing. She punched my shoulder, put her arms around my neck and snuggled into me.

When we were done eating, Mom took both plates to the sink. I had zero objections as my hard on was again straining against the shorts' material. After a couple of minutes she came back and settled right next to me, this time closer because we didn't have to worry about accidentally disturbing each other while eating. I could somewhat feel her body next to me but I wanted more. I stood up to get the TV remote. Walked back and sat closer to her. That way I could feel her body tightly on mine. We turned on the TV and started watching a movie on HBO.

The movie ended in about a half an hour and the next movie ran for another 2 hours. By the time it was over, both of us were out of that 'just after lunch' phase and were feeling normal again. This was when Mom suggested a 24/7 channel with some slow music, because she felt like dancing, because it was her birthday. So she grabbed the remote, flipped the channel, got up, walked to the middle of the living room and started dancing to the slow music. She had her eyes closed and she was doing a sensual dance. A minute or two passed when she opened her eyes again, just to invite me to join her. I didn't want to, for obvious reasons. But she came to me and dragged me out of the couch into the middle of the living room by my hands. She put her arms around my neck and again started dancing in a slow rhythm, with her eyes closed.

Well, it's now or never. I placed my hands on her hips and began to move my body to match her rhythm. I was never very much fond of dancing, but that day was different. All I had to do was move my body to match Mom's movements. Not that hard. 

After a while, I couldn't hold it any longer. I slowly slipped my hands down to her ass till I was holding her cheeks in my hands. She didn't seem to notice. So I gently pulled her towards me, so that her upper body was against mine and her lower body was pressed against my erection. I could feel it firmly pressed between us. We danced like that for some more time. When the song ended, she opened her eyes and smiled at me. As soon as the next song began and she began to close her eyes, I slowly turned her around. She loosened her arms to help me turn her around and put them around my neck again, this time backwards. Now she was in front of me, her curvy ass tightly pressed against my raging dick.

This was when I took another chance. My desire overcame me yet again and without hesitation, I put my arms from behind and placed my hands over her breasts. Even through the towel they felt amazing to the touch. While gently squeezing them, I nuzzled at her neck. I felt her pulse quicken and muscles tighten but still she didn't say anything. But to my surprise she started grinding her ass on me. Slowly and sensually. She was basically giving me a lap dance. Was this her way of accepting what I had been doing and was she encouraging me? I wasn't quite sure but there was only one way to find out. Syncing with the music and our rhythm, I started exploring the front of her body with my hands. My worst fear was rushing and ruining the moment, so I went slow. Gently. First I grabbed her left breast with my right hand, so that her right breast was also covered by the same arm. Then I ran my left hand all over the area just under her breasts and her stomach and then slowly towards her pussy. The ultimate prize. 

Again I felt her pulse quicken and muscles tighten, and maybe an almost inaudible gasp too. When my wandering hand was right above her pussy, I stopped moving it. Little by little I increased the pressure. While I was doing it, I made sure to keep on nuzzling her neck, the sides and the back, and near her ears, to keep her reasonably distracted, and involuntarily I was humping my hard dick on to her ass. I was aroused. I was aroused beyond measure. And from my experience at college with girls, I knew Mom was aroused too. Well, she was a fine woman in her sexual prime, but sexually frustrated, being groped all over by a young man who's right behind her. All the variables of the formula were at work. At that point in time, it didn't really matter that I was her son. That's when I realised it's just a matter of time before I got to get this sexy woman to sleep with me. The pinnacle of a mother-son relationship. Again I'm telling you, it isn't all about sex. I loved her pretty fucking much and that's the reason I never had a serious relationship with a girl of my own age at college. I've been with girls, but never an affair. I knew if I kept on doing the right things at the right time, it's going to be sooner than later. But doing the right things was the hardest part, considering how easily I lost control around her.

The session ended, and the heavenly 15 or 20 minutes also ended with it. Mom turned to face me.

'I'm tired, darling. Sleepy.'

'Yeah, me too. Better take a nap.' I agreed.

'We'll order something, maybe some pizza, for dinner and celebrate at home. What do you think?'

'Sounds good to me, Mom.'

Mom smiled at me, with her eyes almost closed as if she's already asleep. I was still hugging her, so I leaned in and before she opened her eyes again, kissed her full on the lips. As our lips met, I moved my hands from her ass to her head. I held it firmly while my lips worked on hers. I wasn't surprised when the non-existent resistance she made faded away two seconds later, and she started kissing me back. Her tongue soon made its way into my mouth and I welcomed it with mine. We stood there kissing like two horny high school students who just discovered the fun of kissing, for a good minute. When we finally broke the kiss and I looked at my Mom, her eyes were still closed.

My dick was so hard, it hurt. But this time I couldn't care less about the obvious tent. 

I picked Mom up in my arms. She smiled at me again and held to me tightly. My left hand was touching the under side of her bare thighs and this made me want to kiss her again. And kiss her again, I did. Then I carried her to her room, where there was her king size bed. That bed had been here since Mom and Dad moved into this house but she never got rid of it even after their divorce. A couple of males might have been in that bed with her while I was not at home, but she never really dated anyone so to speak. So the bed most certainly was her bed, and it smelled of her. And I loved it. There were numerous times when, as a teenager, I would get on to that very bed and masturbate, inhaling my Mom's scent while pretending to be fucking her, when she's not at home.

I placed her on the bed. She was already half asleep, and dreamily rolled over to the middle. Since she had her back to me, I quickly stepped out of my shorts and threw it away. Then I climbed on to the bed and slowly moved near her. At this point I could hear her breathing heavily, like one does when they're sleeping. I knew my Mom well enough to know that when she's asleep, it takes a bit more than a gentle touch or a faint sound to wake her up. She's a heavy sleeper. So I carefully removed the towel she was wearing on her hair. Her gorgeous hair finally escaped the knot and fell freely on the bed. Then I reached around her body and felt along the edge of the towel she was wearing, till I found its knot somewhere above her left breast. I released that knot too and ever so carefully, dragged the towel through her arm at the top of her body till it came out free. When I dropped it behind her back, she was totally exposed. The only reason I couldn't throw that towel also away was, a part of it was going under her body to the other side. But she was naked. And for the first time as far as I could remember, I was looking at her curvy ass. Her body was in near perfect shape, and if you asked me to rate it out of 10, I'd give it a 9 or a 9.5. I almost came just looking at her from behind.

Left sides of our bodies were on the bed, right sides facing up. I moved nearer and placed my stiff dick on her ass, between the cheeks, and got into a spooning position. And I waited. Mom didn't budge, nor did she change the breathing patterns. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn't actually stop myself. Now that I think about it, I think my lust for her took over the love. Then I positioned my left arm on the bed, above her head and my right arm, around her body, touching her belly. Again I waited. Nothing. The next stop for the right hand was her bare breasts. Just like when we were dancing, I made sure I'm cupping her left breast and touching as much as I could of her right breast. Let me tell you guys, that's the most amazing feeling ever, second only to the feeling of being inside your loving Mom. If two days ago, someone came to me at college and told me I'd be experiencing this very thing within the next 48 hours, I'd have asked them to stop joking. But there I was, naked-spooning my Mom, with a fistful of her tits.

Right then I decided I didn't want to do anything else. I loved my Mom. I wanted to make love to her. I have always wanted to. But I wanted it to be with her consent. So I decided this was enough. I wanted to sleep with her like this but for one obvious reason I couldn't. My boner. I was somehow restraining myself from humping Mom, but my excitement got better of me and my hips started moving against my will. After some time I approached that point of no return and before I knew it, I was spraying my load, stream after stream, on my Mom's ass and the back of her thighs. I could feel my dick softening. I pressed tighter to my Mom and I felt my cum smearing on both our bodies. And I waited as sleep slowly carried me away.

***

When I woke up, Mom was still fast asleep. The cum had dried but still a slight stickiness was there. I glanced at the clock on the wall facing the bed and it was nearly 6.30 pm. As the memories of what happened some hours back came flooding to my mind, I felt another erection in progress. But this time before it got to control me, I wanted to see how far I could go with Mom, right there, right then.

I was still cupping her breasts with my right hand. I started fondling them. Took her semi hard nipples between my fingers and squeezed them, tugged them, rolled them and pinched them. While keeping my hard on tight to her ass, I firmly squeezed her breasts in whole, one after the other. Then I moved my hand along her body to her glorious pussy. The pussy that I had yet to see. When I started rubbing outside her pussy, I realised she had it completely shaved.

Again I grabbed a fistful of breasts and this time, I moved my body a bit backwards to accommodate her, because I wanted to roll her over on to her back. I increased the pressure I was applying on the breasts little by little, but never to an amount that would cause her any pain, and rolled her over on to her back. The next minute I spend admiring the front side of her naked body. When I could take it no longer, I bent down and started kissing her right on her lips, while rubbing her pussy. Then only she woke up. 




I Love You, Mom!



At first she was dazed, but that passed after a few moments. Then she realised what was happening and started responding. She closed her eyes and kissed me back hard, battling my tongue with hers. She'd let out a faint "Mmmhh.." from time to time, but kept the intensity of the kiss unchanged. This is great, I thought, she's responding to my stimulations very well. So I did what I thought the next most logical thing I could think of at that moment. I stopped rubbing outside her pussy and started towards the pussy lips and the inside. It was already wet. But just as I inserted a finger inside, she snapped back to reality and broke the kiss.

'No, no, no, no Kev!'

'Mom?'

'I can't do this Kev.. We can't.. We shouldn't..' she was shaking her head.

'But why Mom? You know how much you loved it!'

'But I'm your Mom! Don't forget that!'

She sat up. Noticing her and my nakedness, 

'My goodness! What happened Kev?! Did we..?? Tell me!!'

'No, Mom, no. Calm down. We didn't.'

I reached for a hug, hoping to get her going again, but she pushed me away and jumped out of the bed. I watched her every move, how her breasts bounced up and down, how sexy she was etc etc. I laid back on the bed again, my unsatisfied erection pointing up like a rocket.

'Look away idiot! I'm your mother for fuck's sake! And geez, cover your damn thing!' 

Mom was trying to sound furious, but I knew she wasn't half as mad as she was trying to pretend. Because I knew, deep down she liked what happened. Let's face it, no amount of dildos or vibrators or any other sex toy or machine can give that lively feeling and hormone rush, a loving man and a real dick can give. And also I knew, deep down she was enjoying me watching her. So I didn't bother to look away or cover my erection. She finally managed to cover herself with the same towel she was wearing and threw my shorts on me. Then without a word, she left the room.

I heard Mom take a shower. It wasn't about getting herself cleaned. It was about gathering her thoughts and calming herself down. When she came back to the room, I got out of the bed, still naked, walked up to her, gave her a quick kiss on her cheek and left. I also had to take a long shower. But that wasn't about gathering my thoughts. It was about blowing off the steam.

It was around 7.30 pm when I finally went downstairs to join my Mom. She had already arranged the living room in such a way so that we could enjoy the dinner and the wine, on the couch, while watching TV. There was the bottle of wine I brought in the morning and there was another wine bottle, maybe she had it with her for some time. We called a famous local pizza place and placed the order. It should arrive within another 30 minutes. Perfect.

Then we dropped to the couch and waited, talking, till the pizza arrived. Mom was wearing loose shorts and a button up, sleeveless blouse, but while she was doing this and that before sitting down on the couch, from the way her boobs kept bouncing freely, I realised she wasn't wearing a bra. I didn't really know what to make of it after everything that's happened between us so far, but I took it as a good sign. We talked about college, friends, the courses I was taking, her life, life in general.. We talked about a lot of stuff. It seemed as if things were back to normal, and that some things never even happened. 

About 40 minutes later the pizza arrived. It was really good. We helped ourselves, pizza and the wine, while watching a movie. Pretty uneventful yet not-so-boring dinner. Fast forward to two hours later, and the movie had ended and the dinner was also over. We cleaned up the leftovers and got back in the couch. Mom sat next to me, leaning against me. I put my arms around her and hugged her. I loved her so much, and I didn't want anything to jeopardise what we had there. It felt so good having her all to me like that.

'Kev?'

'Yeah?'

'Are you ok?'

'Uh?'

'Wanna talk about what happened?'

I sighed. I would rather talk about what's going to happen. What happened doesn't really matter, does it? It should be always about the future. I mean, yes, I would always love those couple of times when my Mom was so turned on by me, she lost all sense of morality and whatnot, but it's all in the past now. 

'Mom, I love you. No matter what, I love you.'

'I know that sweetie, and I love you too.' She snuggled closer and I hugged her tighter.

'You know, I was watching when you and Dad had good times, I was watching when you had your bad times and I was watching when you two finally got divorced. I don't remember much of it, but I've seen it all. Been through them all, just like you. How old was I when it happened? Five?'

'You were six.'

'Six. So for the last fifteen years, you've been the only one I ever looked up to. You've been my mother, sister and best friend. Remember all those times I came home from school and told you the most embarrassing school tales ever?'

I looked at her face. She was already looking at mine.

'Yeah' and she laughed. 'I know right!'

'Well, that's because you were my best friend. And then I watched as you went on a few unsuccessful dates. With some assholes.' I added quickly and laughed. Mom punched my shoulder.

'None of them loved me Kev. Maybe they did, but it never felt right to me. It was always as if they were after my body. Hell, I'm not even that sexy!'

'Yeah, I guess you're not.' I said. She raised one eyebrow and gave me one of her sexy excuse-me-mister? looks. 

'How long has it been since your last date Mom?'

'Hmm.. I think, two years?'

'That's a long time. Hey, are you telling me you haven't had 'something' inside you for two freaking years?!'

'KEV! Well, no. Not a real 'something' anyway.' She sighed. 

'You know Mom, I never had a girlfriend at high school. Not even at college.'

Mom broke the hug and took a good look at me.

'Don't tell me you're a virgin!' She teased.

'Of course not! It's just that I never had a serious relationship.'

'And why is that?'

'Because it never felt right.'

I looked at Mom and I saw she had that ok-go-on look.

'It never felt right because I could never have an affair, when the one woman I loved and wanted to be with, was at home. Alone.'

I saw tears in Mom's eyes. So I didn't bother hiding mine. She hugged me.

'I don't know what to say darling. But you were right when you said I liked what happened between us today. From the very moment we had that accidental kiss, I had this weird feeling in my body. I think that's what made me do the things I've been doing, the past couple of hours.'

I put my arms around her again and leaned against her.

'But the thing is Kev, we can't do this. We shouldn't. I'm your mother. As much as we would like this to be a thing, it's wrong.'

'Look Mom, we're not the first couple to face this dilemma. And we'll definitely not be the last. All I have to say is, if you're ok with it and if I'm ok with it, that's all that matters. If it makes you feel any better, we can even move to somewhere else, where nobody knows us.'

I knew she was going to say something, so before she did, I took her face on my hands and kissed her sweet lips. I held her head still, but never got any resistance from her. She started kissing back and we sat there as our tongues battled in our mouths. In the heat of the moment, I ran my hands all over her back. I was right, she wasn't wearing a bra. I slowly brought my right hand to the front and brushed against her breasts outside the shirt. A slight moan escaped her lips but she didn't break the kiss. I took it as a sign to go forward.

Fumbling with the buttons, I somehow got the top three unbuttoned. At that moment, she took her left hand away from my head and guided my hands towards her naked breasts. She cupped my hands on them and when I started fondling them, she dropped her hands to my lap. I already had a tent in my shorts and she was stroking it.

She broke the kiss. Unbuttoned the remaining buttons of the shirt and took it off. Then she hurried to remove my t shirt and shorts. I didn't have any underwear on. So there we were, she topless and me naked. She stood up and beckoned me to remove her shorts too. I did. I was still seated on the couch, and she sat on my lap, facing me, her legs on either side of me. It felt damn good to have her pussy over my dick. We kissed again, a wet, sloppy kiss. So fucking hot. I felt her grab my hair and direct my head towards her breasts. She held me tight as I licked her nipples. They were hard. I wasted no time licking, sucking and lightly biting them. I heard her let out small gasps and moans as I worked my tongue on each nipple.

She didn't let go of my head. And I couldn't do anything else other than sucking on her breasts. But I wanted more, so while holding her back with my left hand, I used my right hand to rub her pussy lips. They were wet. She was so horny. 

'You're so wet, Mom. I so wanna taste you down there!'

'Hmm.. But first, let me see your fingers.' She said in a dreamy voice.

I held up my hand and she put the two wet fingers in her mouth. God, that felt amazing. She sucked on them, and I felt her tongue sliding between them and doing various sorts of things. Then she took them out with a plop. 

'Come on, your turn.' She said with a playful wink. 

I knew what I had to do. I put the fingers in my mouth. It's a weird feeling. But incredibly sexy nevertheless. That's something I hadn't done at college.

Then Mom unmounted me and sat on the couch. I went down on my knees and got my mouth to her pussy. She placed her legs on my shoulders. I had my eyes locked in the target. My Mom's glorious honey pot. It's all mine now. Mine. I attacked it with all my might. I licked around the pussy and the lips first. Then holding the lips open with my fingers, I licked the inside. A little flick of the tongue on the clit too from time to time, but I made sure I didn't spend more time on it. I didn't want Mom to cum soon. I wanted to torture her with pleasure. When she started moaning, I almost lost it. She knew how to moan. 

She would tighten her thighs around my neck and arch her back upwards. Putting two of my fingers again in her mouth, she would moan a sensual "Aaaahhhh.." or "Right there, honey.." or "Mmmmmm yeaahhhhhhhh.." I started fingering her clit while eating her pussy. This sent her over the edge. She was begging for it for a long time and I was delaying the pleasure. But soon after I started fingering her clit while tonguing her, her body tensed up, and her body muscles started twitching.

'Baby I'm gonna cum!' She moaned. And I stopped the assault on the pussy momentarily. 

'Don't you dare stop!!' She almost screamed, making me laugh. I continued with the assault. But this time, I changed the process and started finger fucking her while licking and sucking on her clit. Again her body started tensing up and after a second's warning of a "Aaahh aaaaahhhhhhhh AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!", she came. Involuntarily her thigh and leg muscles had clenched and held me tight to her pussy, so even while she was cumming, I kept on fingering. Her love juices came out in short bursts and almost all of it ended up in my mouth and face. Some sprayed all over the floor. 

While she was cumming, I had this sudden wild idea. The last bit of cum she spurted into my mouth, I didn't swallow. 

'Oh god, that was amazing!' She was panting, trying to catch a breath and recover the intense orgasm she just had. 

I stood up, leaned in towards her face. When she slightly parted her lips to allow the kiss, I let the cum drop into her mouth from mine. I gave her a second to deal with it and went on with the kiss. Let me tell you guys, I had never had a sexier feeling than that, till that moment. After the kiss, she licked around my mouth clean and I licked her sweaty breasts clean. My dick had started to hurt by then, desperately needing attention. 

'That was the most intense orgasm I've had after about three years!' She kissed me again. She was exhausted. I took her in my arms. She draped her arms around my neck. I carried her to her bed. I mean, our bed.

'Ok lover, my turn now.' She winked as soon as I placed her on the bed.

I laid down, resting my upper body against the headboard. Mom was kneeling between my legs and was already stroking my steel hard dick. Throwing me a brief slutty look, she smeared the drop of pre cum that was there on it, on her finger and licked it. Then I watched as she took me in her mouth. It felt fantastic. She was doing those tongue-wonders that she did on my fingers, on my dick too. She was licking it, sucking it and doing a lot of other things I had no idea she could do with my dick in her mouth. After a while she started moving her head up and down, and kept on licking and sucking while she increased the speed. I knew the end was near. 

'Mommmmmm!'

She looked at me and keeping the eye contact, she upped the intensity. Suddenly my toes curled and I began to shoot load after load of cum in her mouth. Obviously she was much more experienced than me, because she didn't let even a single drop to come out of her mouth. She held me there till I went soft. Then she released my dick and licked it clean with her tongue.

'Mmmmm..' she licked her lips. 'Wine?'

'Yes please!'

As I laid there recovering, Mom went downstairs and brought a bottle of wine and a glass.

'Figured we could share one glass' she said with a giggle.

So we sat on the bed, cuddled, sipping wine. In about thirty minutes, we finished the bottle.

'Ready for round two, mister?'

'I don't know. Why don't you see if I am?' I stuck my tongue out at her. She flashed a school girl smile and crawled down. I thought she was going to blow me again, till I was hard, but apparently she had other plans. She laid on top of me and crawled up. Her breasts were pressed to my chest and my dick was pressed between our stomachs. I hugged her. I couldn't believe this was happening. 

'I love you Mom.'

She started kissing my neck and eventually got to my lips. More kisses. Sloppy ones. All the better. And suddenly I realised I had a boner. So I rolled over and got on top of her. I kissed her neck, while caressing her hard nipples with my fingers. She was in heaven. 

'Take me Kev. Make me yours!' She managed between her heavy breaths.

I didn't waste more time. I couldn't. I slid down a bit and poked the head of my dick on her pussy lips. A gasp escaped her. She was wet. I smeared some of the wetness on my dick. This is the moment, I told myself. I entered her ever so carefully. I didn't want to hurt her. My Mom. My lover.

'Ooohhh! That feels good, darling.'

I think the fact that we were mother rand son played a major part in the heightened emotions and pleasures. The incestuousness took it all to a whole new level.

So I fucked my Mom slowly. I took my time going in and took my time coming out. Once I got a certain rhythm going, I felt Mom gyrate her hips to match my rhythm. She was writhing in pleasure and it was a feast to the eyes. While carrying on the show, I extended my right hand and grabbed her left breast. She opened her eyes and moaned. I caressed the nipple and suddenly pinched it hard. She started grinding her hips harder. She was so aroused and so was I.

'Fuck me baby. Give it to Mommy!' 

I picked up the speed.

'Harder. Harder!'

I fucked her long, fast and hard. After a while, I got the feeling that I wouldn't be able to continue for longer. Bending down, I kissed her breasts. Tongued her nipples. Then I kissed her neck. She held my head with both her hands and kissed me. More like licked around my mouth.

'Mommy's gonna cum honey.. Fuck Mommy harder!'

Her thighs and legs tightened around my body. Her toes curled. Her body started convulsing. And my body also began to approach the end of the session. I kept on fucking my Mom like a man possessed. Like a steam engine.

And then it happened. Both of us came at the same time. I didn't have time to warn her but she knew.

'In me!' was all she could manage, before her own screamy moans took over.

'Aahh.. Aaaahhhhh.. AAAAAAHHHHHHH! I'M CUMMING BABYYYYYY!'

Her juices spurted out of he pussy while my cum shot inside her. I slumped on top of her. Both of us were out of breath, panting like dogs. I rested my head on her breasts and she stroked my hair. Even even my dick went soft, I didn't bother pulling it out. I wanted to savour the moment. We laid there like that for some more time. 

'Kev, can you get me a tissue?'

I got a couple of tissues from the box on the nightstand and handed them to her. She sat up and wiped the mixture of our cum, dripping from her pussy. Then she went to the bathroom to get herself cleaned. But instead of going in, she came back to the bed and dragged me with her. We had a quick shower. But no sex. We were too spent to have more sex. She washed me, I washed her, we dried ourselves and back to the bed. 

We cuddled naked like a young couple and slept, without a care in the world.

***

The next morning when I woke up, Mom wasn't there. It was already past eight, so I figured she must be in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. I had a quick shower and went downstairs, wearing the towel. Not that I was looking for more 'action' again. I actually didn't think much about it. It didn't occur to me, about the dress.

When I went to the kitchen, there was Mom, as usual, wearing one towel around the hair and another towel covering the body. 

'Hello there! Good morning, mister!' She gave me the warmest of smiles.

'Good morning, m'lady!' I bowed.

God, she looked sexy. It is true when they say sex makes a woman prettier. She was happy, more than anything else. She was content. And then sexy. I walked up to her and hugged her from behind.

'Why the towel?' I whispered in her ear.

'Why not?'

'It's just you and me. Nothing to hide.'

'Raaaaiiiighttt!'

'Besides I have one more point to give you, out of ten, remember?' And with that I loosened the knot and took the towel away. I ran upstairs and put away her hers and mine. I went back down. Both of us were naked. But there was no sex in the air. It's as if it was the most normal thing to do. I liked it that way and I knew Mom liked it too.

'So, we need to have a chat.' Mom said, while preparing whatever it is, to eat.

'Yeah, ok.' I again hugged her from behind, wrapped my arms covering her breasts and and rested my chin on her left shoulder.

'We need to talk about the future.'

'Hmm..?'

'So what do you think is going to happen next, Kev?'

'Next? Yeah, I've been thinking about it for some time now.'

With that, I turned her towards me and got down on one knee. I took her hand in mine. 

'Emma, Mom, you're the most wonderful and sexiest woman I've ever met in my life. I love you with all my heart. Will you be my girlfriend?' 

Mom's eyes widened with happiness. She beamed. 

'YES! YES! YESSSS!!' She could hardly contain herself, she literally jumped up and down.

'Ok, that's settled then.' I told her with a smirk. We kissed.

As soon as we had our breakfast and cleaned stuff up, she was on the top of the table. And in the evening, on the living room floor. And later that night, in the bed again. Now we're Mom & Son, and also, Emma & Kevin, the couple.

Life sure is awesome when the pieces fall into place.



"I Love You, Mommy."



Nothing out of the ordinary, it was a Halloween like any other Halloween with me visiting my son, Joey, to spend some quality time with him, his wife, Patty, and my grandchildren. Normally, I vacation with them for a week every summer but, this time, his wife, Patty, asked me to come again over the Halloween weekend to see the kids in their costumes and to take them trick or treating. Since Halloween was my son's birthday anyway, it was a way for me buy him a birthday gift there, instead of buying it here and shipping it. 

"Mom, can you come over Halloween," asked Patty? "I could really use your help with the kids and they'd be so excited for you to see them in their Halloween costumes."

"Yeah, sure, I'd love nothing more than to spend the Halloween holiday with you, the kids, and Joey. It would be fun to pass out candy after taking the kids trick or treating. I haven't done that in years, since Joey was a boy. Maybe, the day before, we can go to the haunted fun house together."

Only, a Halloween birthday surprise for Joey, my son didn't know that I had arrived to celebrate Halloween and his birthday, and I didn't know that this holiday would change our lives forever and change our relationship from mother and son to Elizabeth and Joey, lovers.

It all started early one morning when Joey found his way home drunk. It had been his birthday. Not only had he missed his kids dressed in costume and taking them out trick or treat but also he had missed his own party with cake, candles, and presents. With the kids disappointed that Daddy wasn't there to celebrate Halloween and his birthday with them, his wife and kids had already gone to bed, and I was still up watching television, something I never do so late, but I was worried about him.

"Where the Hell is he? Why didn't he call? Maybe something happened to him. I'm going to lay into him when he walks through the door," I said to myself, while pacing back and forth and peering out the window for evidence of his truck. Then, I thought, "Stay out of it. He's married now. This is between him and his wife. He's not your little boy anymore, but a grown man with a wife and kids. If you must, you can have your say later after his wife and when you are alone with him," I said to calm the anger that he'd rather be out drinking than to be home with his family for Halloween.

It was well after one o'clock in the morning when I heard him out front. Relieved, I knew it was him, as soon as he pulled up to the house. Only, when he hit the curb with his front tire, slammed his door twice to close it, dropped his keys, and swore, I knew he was drunk.

"Fuck! Where's my keys? Where the Hell are they? There they are. Just my luck, it figures they'd fall in the only freakin' puddle on the street."

He was lucky he hadn't killed himself and/or someone else. He was lucky he hadn't been stopped, arrested, and thrown in jail. In this day and age of public awareness and public outcry, akin to being an outcast from having leprosy during the Middle Ages or AIDS in the eighties or being a registered sex offender, driving drunk today was only asking for trouble. With a drunken driving conviction that follows you around the rest of your life, no one likes a drunk, especially a drunk driver. Only, thinking that it was only bizarre bad behavior, I didn't know that this had recently become his regular routine. Going out to the bar, hanging out with the guys, and coming home drunk, changed him from a good boy to a bad man. He didn't know, yet, that his wife, my daughter, Patricia, had asked me to stay with them over the Halloween holiday weekend.

"Surprise! Happy Birthday, Joey," I thought I'd greet him at the door, but I didn't say a word. Not wanting to awaken Patty and/or the kids, I was angry with him that he had disappointed his children and upset his wife. I just let him fumble and stumble himself inside.

Now, I understood what was happening between them and the reason why she asked me to come so soon for another visit. Maybe the reason she asked me to stay longer had less to do with helping out with the kids and more to do with helping her out with Joey. He was a mess. Neglecting his family obligations and drinking to an excess, he was out of control. Now, unable to even fend for himself, in the drunken condition and weakened state he was in, he needed more tender loving care than his 2-year-old daughter and 4-year-old son.

Because he was my son and because I loved him, I still was biased in his favor, figuring that Patty was the reason why Joey started drinking. Maybe, after the birth of the children and with her being tired from caring for them and cooking and cleaning, they weren't intimate anymore. It still amazed me how someone who was only 25-years-old could have such a problem with alcohol. When did he suddenly start drinking? Why did he suddenly start drinking? He didn't drink before he was married. I don't remember him ever having a drink when he lived with me. After having lived with and survived his drunken father, I wouldn't even allow alcohol in the house.

Yet, a telltale sign, even when the economy was good, he couldn't keep a job. Another telltale sign that he had a serious problem with alcohol, even when he finally admitted that he was an alcoholic and attended regular AA meetings, Patty confessed that he still couldn't stop drinking. A closet drunk, he had somehow hidden his drinking from me. It's a disease. His father had it and now he has it.

"He'd rather celebrate his birthday with his drunken friends, instead of with his family. That's where he is, in the bar with his friends getting drunk again," said Patty. "He'd rather drink and get drunk than to see his children in costume and take them trick or treating."

I could see in her eyes that she not only had already given up on him but also, by the late night telephone calls she received, that she had the interest and the attention of someone else. They lived in a small house with small rooms and she didn't think that I could hear her behind her closed bedroom door whispering her secret, sexual desire for someone else, but I could.

"Do you really like my tits? Tell me, what do you like about my breasts? Well, I really like your cock and if you were here now, what I'd do is..."

I figured she was having an affair with a co-worker or a customer. I didn't blame her. How could I for what she's already been through with Joey not working, not looking for work, not helping out with the kids, and getting drunk?

It would serve my son right, if she was having an affair. We all need the loving support and sexual comfort of someone and if you're not getting it at home, then it's only a matter of time before you'll get it from somewhere and someone else. With no one to blame but himself, my son should have been taking better care of business at home, instead of giving all his business to the neighborhood bar.

Patty was a pretty girl. She reminded me of myself when I was her age. She had the same color strawberry blonde hair and the same color hazel eyes, the same shapely build, the same 120 pound weight, and the same 5'5" height as me. Right down to the same C cup breast size and shape, she could have been my younger clone.

Looking at her was eerily familiar, as if I was looking in the mirror at myself fifteen years ago. I felt as though her face was my living picture of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde. The physical similarities we had in common were shocking. Everyone who saw us out together either thought we were mother and daughter or sisters.

It pains me to admit it but, when I first met her, I couldn't help but wonder if Joey had harbored incestuous thoughts for me by marrying her. Patty and I looked too much alike for me or for anyone not to think that. Only, as soon as I thought the thought, I put it out of my mind as silly nonsense.

"We don't chose the one we fall in love with," I told myself, "it's just a coincidence that he was attracted to someone who looked exactly like me, exactly like his mother."

Then, I wondered if he purposely set out to find someone who looked enough like me that, when he was having sex with his wife, he'd pretend he was having sex with me? It was weirdly disturbing to think that thought and even though I tried not to think those thoughts, whenever I was alone and lonely and touching myself, I found myself thinking that he had married Patty because he couldn't marry me. I imagined him wanting to have sex with me, his mother.

Maybe, as any overprotective mother tends to do, thinking that no woman is good enough for her son, I was flattering myself in thinking that Joey was attracted to me and, further, that only I was good enough for Joey. Maybe I was just imagining something that wasn't there. It was obvious that I needed to let him go. He wasn't my little boy anymore. He was a man now, only, by not working and getting drunk all the time, he wasn't acting like the man he needed to be for Patty and for his children.

Yet, as further proof that he had been sexually attracted to me and purposely chose Patty, people at their wedding, people who I never met before, approached me to compliment me on how pretty my daughter looked.

"It's amazing. I can't tell mother from daughter. You two could be sisters, instead of mother and daughter. Your daughter is so pretty. She makes a beautiful bride. You must be so proud of her."

All the comments were the same tone and gave me the same shocking suggestion that my son had been lusting over me all these years.

"Thank you, she does make a beautiful bride and I am so very proud of her, only, she's not my daughter. She's my daughter."

"Oh, really? You look so much alike," they'd all say looking from me to her and back to me again, before excusing themselves to whisper their perverted suspicions to their friends.

Embarrassed by their questioning looks, I knew they were thinking my son married her because he couldn't have Mommy. Even Patty had that same wondering look the first day I met her and I knew that she was thinking the same thing. Her look made me feel dirty and wicked. Her look made me feel that I had used and abused the sacred trust of mother and son. Even though I had never done anything inappropriate with my son, not even so much as having an incestuous thought, she made me feel that I must have had sex with my son for him to go out and find my carbon copy, my younger clone.

Nonetheless, I felt guilty that she and they thought that I had. Yet, for him to find a woman, who looked so much like me, his mother, that she could have been my twin sister or my daughter, now I was certain that he had inappropriate thoughts about me, especially when we lived together, as mother and son. What should have made my skin crawl, what should have made my stomach turn, made me excited that my son wanted me, as much as I was beginning to understand and admit that I wanted him.

Not even giving it a second thought then, I can see the voyeuristic pattern that he masterminded now. Looking back and remembering all that he did to quench his curiosity about me and to quell his sexual lust for me, I can finally see all the voyeuristic opportunities and sexual scenarios that he had obviously devised to successfully see me in all manners of undress, including being topless and even naked. I shudder to think that he had used me to get what he sexually wanted and needed at the time. If I confronted him, embarrassed that he was sexually attracted to his mother, he'd surely deny it. The trusting and loving mother that I was, I felt like the fool not to have seen all he had purposely done in trying to see me naked. 

Making it appear accidental, but definitely on purpose, no doubt, when I was getting undressed for bed or dressed for work, he'd open my bedroom door with the pretense of having something important to tell me.

"Mom, Mom, I forgot to tell you. Oh, sorry, I didn't know you were changing."

Like a deer caught in headlights, he'd stand there staring at my nakedness and surprised by his sudden appearance, I was always too slow to cover up. Trying to be the patient parent and the understanding mother, I didn't want to discourage his enthusiasm for sharing his thoughts with me nor did I want to make him feel that sex was dirty or forbidden by showing the embarrassing shame that I felt in him seeing me in my underwear, topless or naked. Matter of fact, I encouraged him to talk to me at any time, only, for his benefit, he used that a bit too literally, opening my door in a rush without warning and without the courtesy of a knock. Still, I always reinforced how important it was for him to knock first, before opening my door, but to no avail. 

"You need to knock, Joey, before entering a room that has a closed door. Give me a minute and I'll be right out to listen to what you have to tell me." 

Probably hoping to see more than he did, he usually caught me in my bra and panty. Yet, there were a few times he caught me with my nightgown over my head either taking it off in the morning or putting it on at night. I remember thinking that it was an accident and that he didn't see much. Yet, thinking about it now, he must have seen me naked more than a few times. Then, there were all those times that he barged in the bathroom and flung open the door on the pretense that he had to pee really badly. Since we only had the one bathroom, I didn't think anything of it. Even though I asked him to knock, he said he had. 

"You probably didn't hear me knock over the shower, Mom. Sorry," he said and I naively accepted that as a viable and innocent explanation.

With my radio playing in the background and my head under the water, he could have been standing there in the bathroom peeping at me through the shower curtain that never closed all the way for all that I knew. He was my son, after all, and I trusted him not to purposely violate my privacy, even though that was exactly what he had done.

Our bathroom door didn't have a lock and he was so quick to open it. I could have installed a lock, but I didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable. I was so naïve. 

He had a knack of catching me just as I was getting out of the shower, before I even had a chance to grab a towel. Taken by surprise, showering before I even had my cup of morning coffee, I was slow to react to cover my nakedness with a towel. He must have seen plenty, my tits, my ass, and my pussy. Now that I think about it, he must have listened for the water being turned off and the shower curtain being pulled open, before turning the knob and rushing inside. After a while, with him seeing me naked so many times, I was numb to it. It was no big deal for me but, in hindsight, it was a big deal to him. I mean, I still covered myself with a towel, but I didn't make the issue out of it that I should have.

"Sorry, Mom, but I have to pee," he'd say, even when he was no longer my little boy, but my18-year-old man.

I found it difficult not to look and to watch, when he whipped out his cock in front of me and started peeing. I pretended not to look, but I did. I pretended that I wasn't watching but, from out of the corner of my eye, I was. Only, I'd be mortified if he ever caught me staring at his cock. Unable to admit it to myself, I'd be embarrassed if he thought I wanted him, my son, sexually, but in thinking about it now, I did.

A woman without a man, I was horny, too. I had sexual needs, too, that weren't being met. In hindsight, I realize now that he wanted me to see his cock, as much as I wanted to see it, and he wanted to see me naked, as much as I wanted him to see me naked. Genetically similar, as mother and son, apparently, I was just as perverted and horny as he was, and as sexually attracted to him as he was to me. 

The first time it happened, the first time he saw something of me that he shouldn't, uncomfortable at how much I was showing and how much he saw, I was embarrassed, by the thought that my son had seen me in my bra and panty, topless and/or naked. Having him see me topless and/or naked was certainly more embarrassing for me than having him see me in my panty and bra but, when I realized he was trying to see me in my panty and bra and/or topless or naked, I felt violated. Yet, enflame by incestuous thoughts, the embarrassment that I felt then, has developed and manifested itself into sexual excitement and a sick sort of sexual attraction to him now. Perhaps, it has something with him being married and forsaking me for another woman. I don't know.

I remember dismissing those forbidden thoughts with the knowledge that I was his mother and he was my son and neither of us thought of what had just happened sexually. Only, years later, judging by how excited I feel about it now, it was obvious how excited he must have felt about it then. Living with me until he was nearly 22-years-old and not leaving home until his girlfriend became pregnant and gave birth to their son, those same sexual thoughts that excited him several years ago, from the time he was 18-years-old and possibly before, until when he left home at nearly 22-years-old, now excite me. Maybe because he is no longer there as my constant companion, maybe because I'm just lonely and horny and need a man in my life, but whatever the reason, I feel a twisted sexual desire and a longing sexual passion for my son.

Had I known then that he was trying to see me naked, I would have been more than embarrassed. I would have felt uncomfortable. I would have confronted him, perhaps, and had a talk with him about the birds and the bees. Maybe I would have even taken him to see a professional, a psychologist. Only, in the way that I'm sexually feeling and thinking about my son now, I'm the one who needs the psychiatrist. 

Once I started feeling a sexual attraction to my son, once I started fantasizing about making love to him and giving him regular hand jobs and blowjobs, I chalked it up to being lonely. I figured I was horny. Maybe it was a hormonal imbalance or a side effect from some of the medication my doctor had prescribe that I take. Maybe there was something in the flavored water I was drinking or the low carb, fat free food I was eating.

We don't know what chemicals they put in foods today, a byproduct of what they give to the animals for them to procreate and for the crops to flourish. They tell us to read the labels, but if the farmers are injecting their cows, hens, and crops with designer drugs to make for a better harvest of milk, eggs, and produce, not to mention all the shit they dump in the ocean that indirectly makes it to our dinner plates with the fish we eat, who knows what chemicals we're putting in our bodies and the side effects that they may have. I realize that I'm searching for justification of why I was suddenly sexually attracted to my son, but for whatever reason it was, I had suddenly developed a deep and strong sexual attraction for my son and I couldn't remove him from my mind.

I knew it was wrong. Ashamed to admit it, when thinking about my son sexually, I was no longer thinking motherly thoughts. I was imagining him naked and with an erection. I was imagining him reacting favorably, an understatement, sexually to seeing me naked. I was imagining touching him, kissing him, and making love to him, while he touched me, kissed me, and made love to me.

"God, I'm so fucking horny," I said shocked that I said it out loud, while hoping Patty was asleep and didn't hear me. "I need to find a man. Maybe if I had a man in my life, I wouldn't have these incestuous thoughts about my son."

Just as I knew nothing would ever come of it, I knew those incestuous thoughts were wrong, but they continued to happen. So long as I didn't act upon my incestuous feelings, what could possibly happen? With no one else knowing how I truly felt about my son, not his wife and surely not Joey, what could possibly go wrong?




I Love You, Mommy



I popped a boner as my step-mom rushed through the kitchen, her heels clicking on the tile floor. She looked fabulous. Cantaloupe-size tits. Tight ass. Black mascara. A little blush on the cheeks. Not bad, for a 40 year old redhead with two biological children and a step son.

My dad was honking the horn, and she was running late as usual. Her tits bounced joyously inside her tight black evening dress until she stopped in front of a wall mirror to check her make-up. She reached into her purse for a gold tube. After uncapping it, she twisted the bottom, pushing up cherry red lipstick. I discreetly rubbed my hard cock through my jeans as she spread the lipstick over her lips and smacked her them together. Then she turned toward me.

"Got anything planned for tonight, hon?" she asked.

"Just doing a little laundry," I said, yanking my hand away from my crotch.

"Good idea," she said. "Get it out of the way before you go back to school."

I'm almost sure she caught me wanking myself, but apparently she didn't care.

The horn blared for the fourth time.

"Well, I better not keep your father waiting," she said, smiling with those bright, red lips.

She slammed the door shut and I went to the window to watch my dad's Cadillac back out of the driveway. When I saw their taillights disappear around the corner, I dashed up to my parent's bedroom for my weekly fashion show.

My step mom's jasmine perfume still lingered in the room, as if it were stuck to the satin bed sheets. I sat on the edge of the bed in front of a chest of drawers. My step mom's vast collection of lace, silk and leather lingerie filled the second drawer from the bottom.

I felt a deep, burning need to wear her clothes. I loved her so much that I couldn't express it through mere words. I had to show it. But making love to her would have been a sin because she is, after all, my father's wife. The only other way I knew how to become one with her was to share her underwear.

On that particular night, I wanted to be pure and virginal for my step mom, so I plucked a white bra-and-panty set from the drawer. A single strand of red hair stuck to the bra's lacy flower design. I pulled it off and pressed it against my face. Oh, if I could only be with her!

After shedding my manly clothes, I strapped on the bra and pulled on the panties. The wire undercups pressed against my chest, and the French-cut design of the panties left my hips exposed. I felt feminine and sexy. My step mom and I were getting closer already.

I sashayed into the walk-in closet to find a dress. My step mom has lots of clothes, from sexy mini-skirts to dazzling sequin gowns. I chose a pretty, blue sun dress emblazoned with sunflowers.

I slipped it over my head and evaluated myself in the mirror on the closet door. I was starting to look so cute. My step mother would be proud. If she only knew, if she only knew, I thought.

Make-up was next. In the bathroom, I took my step mom's make up kit from the closet and set it on the counter. Eyeliner went on first -- heavy black eyeliner. Then lots of mascara. A bit of blush on the cheeks. Finally, I spread on some rose-red lipstick and stepped back for a look in the mirror.

I was hot, which meant it was show time.

I took the video camera off the shelf of my parent's closet, set it on a tripod in the corner of the room and hit record. At first, I was nervous in front of the camera, but I knew it was something I had to do. My step mom had to know how I felt.

I waved at the camera daintily.

"Hi mommy," I said with my voice as high and feminine as it would go. "I love you very much, and I'm going to show you the only way I know how."

With my ass perched on the edge of my parents' bed, I pulled up the sun dress and whipped my cock out of the panties. Stroking myself, I puckered my lips at the camera. Occasionally, I would whisper sweet, little reminders.

"This is for you, mommy," I said. "We're together now."

Just before I came, I slipped off the sun dress so I wouldn't soil it with my cum. Then, sitting on the bed, I leaned over and opened my mouth. My own hot jizz spurted onto my face. Licking the milky white juice off my lips, I smiled at the camera for my step mom.

She would be happy. I just knew she would.

I cleaned my face and folded up the lingerie. I put the video tape next to the bra and panties in her lingerie drawer, along with a note that said 'Watch Me.'

My parents found the tape later that night. They were quite shocked, but not in the good way, as I had expected. They told me I needed help and took me to the Crustwood Mental Hospital immediately. Everyone seems to think what I did was sick. I think I was just creative.

What do you think?



"I Love You, Mommy."



"Joey, I want you," I'd suddenly say, when there was no one around to hear me, while thinking that if I thought it and said it enough times that he'd want me, too. Only, what would I do if he did want me? It sounded good at the time, but realistically, it's a sick fantasy for a mother to want her son sexually. It's not normal.

What did I know? Still a child myself, when I had him as a baby, I was so young and emotionally troubled. As he matured, not realizing that my son was a testosterone filled, horny, young man; I didn't realize that he had been abusing our living arrangements hoping to see whatever he could see of me, no doubt, to masturbate over later. Now thirty-nine-years old, only fifteen years older than my son, and now that I'm finally enlightened with this sudden insight of sexuality, I wonder, had I known then what I suspect now, if I would have done anything differently to not only encourage his inappropriate behavior but also to have some fun with it.

Would I have taken more care in how I presented myself in front of him or would I have teased him unmercifully and taken less care and dressed even more provocatively? Would I have worn a bathrobe over my nightgown? Surely, now that I think about it, inadvertently, I must have been driving him mad with lustful thoughts and sexual desires.

Only, I wish I had known the effect that I had on him. I could have had some fun, too. A delayed reaction on my part, embarrassed to think that I excited him then, it makes me excited now to think that I did. Now that I recall, he could certainly see the impressions that my nipples made in the thin fabric of my nightgown, just as he could clearly see my dark patch of pubic hair beneath the nearly transparent, white cotton material.

"I'd give anything for him to suck my tits, now," I said touching myself, while waiting for Joey to finally come home and laying on the couch with the flickering light from the television reflecting the desire that I had for my son.

Without realizing it, oblivious to his horny stares, before he was married and when we were living together, as mother and son, I really must have given him a show of my nakedness, especially when I opened the refrigerator door with my head inside pondering what to make for breakfast. When I stood in front of the windows and opened the curtains to allow in the bright morning light, he must have seen my naked body right through my nightgown. Now that I think of it, he was always there watching me, looking at me, and staring at me. He was ready to use any and every opportunity to see me naked. He was such a horny young man.

Thinking back, I remember those times when he was going to the gym regularly and he wanted me to give him a massage. At first I was turnoff by the idea of rubbing down my son and touching so much of his exposed body, but it was all so very innocent. Only, touching him in that way and seeing and feeling so much of his body excited me.

He still wore his briefs, but I remember now, he always had an erection, an erection that I always wished I could feel and that made me horny to see. Pretending not to see it, impossible not to stare at it, I imagined it that night, when alone with my horny and lonely thoughts. While touching myself and thinking incestuously about my son, I imagined him making love to me. 

Surely, I didn't think it was me, who was arousing him, I just thought he was a normal, healthy young man. Admittedly, seeing the bulge in his briefs made me as horny as it did curious, as to what his cock looked like now. Even though I briefly saw it when he whipped it out in front of me to pee, I never had a close, hands-on examination of it. Yet, but for a deep rooted desire to suck him off, I wrestled with my libido to put those sexual thoughts out of my mind. I was his mother, after all, and he was my son. 

"That feels so good, Mommy. You have great hands."

"Relax, Joey. You're so tense," I said while thinking, turn over and I'll give you a happy ending.

I imagined reaching my hand inside and surrounding his cock with my fingers. I imagined reaching down and cupping his balls, before slowly and gently stroking my son's cock as only a mother lovingly could. Then, when he was good and hard, when he was so excited that he was wild with passion for me, I'd lower my mouth to his stiff prick and take him in my mouth. 

Yet, I was the one who was tense. Suddenly having the overpowering urge to touch my son, I wanted to feel his cock. Whenever I gave him an innocent massage, I imagined reaching down his underwear, pulling out his cock and stroking him, before taking him in my mouth and sucking him off. What's wrong with me?

I wanted to show him what truly great hands I had by reaching inside his briefs, wrapping my fingers around his cock, and giving him a hand job. I wanted to show him how only a mother could pleasure her son by leaning down and giving him a blowjob. Only, every time I thought those thoughts, a line that I could never cross, I'd admonish myself. 

Just as I was having inappropriate thoughts about him, thoughts that I dismissed as soon as I had them, I should have known when he wanted to give me a massage that he was having inappropriate thoughts about me, too. I should have turned him down, when he wanted to touch my tired body, but his hands felt so good on my shoulders, back, butt, and legs. I didn't think anything of it, when he seemingly and accidentally touched the side of my breast or came a little too close to my pussy, so close that his hand tickled my pussy hairs, while massaging my thighs. Matter of fact, more than once, when he started massaging my back and legs, he aroused me sexually and I was hoping he'd accidentally touch my breast or brush past my pussy. Always when he left my bedroom, I'd have to masturbate my desire for him away.

"Oh, Joey, that feels so soothing. You're going to put me to sleep."

I remember that I did fall asleep once and if I was sleeping, at the very least, he must have lifted my towel to examine my naked body up close. I imagine he must have touched me, felt my tits, ass, and/or pussy. I'm a sound sleeper and definitely, he could touched me without waking me.

Now that I recall, I remember having a dream that I was being examined by a gynecologist. Now that I think about it, I wonder if that was my son touching me, fondling me, and probing me with his fingers, cock, and/or tongue. It wouldn't be the first time that I slept through sex. Still, the thought that my son may have had his way with me with his fingers, cock or tongue, while I slept should have made me ill but, instead, it gave me goose bumps. The thought of him touching me sexually makes me wish I had been awake to reciprocate what little pleasure he may have received from my sleeping body. 

I was wrong to have allowed him to give me a massage, just as I was wrong to allow him to see me with just a small towel covering my butt, while exposing the entire side of my breasts to him. Lying face down on the bed, I didn't invite him in the bedroom, until I had the towel positioned across my butt. Truly, I didn't think he could see anything, but maybe he could and maybe he did. Now that I remember, he was always positioning and repositioning my legs. Oh, my God, I'm such a fool. Every time he moved my legs, I must have flashed him and given him a great view of my pussy. Embarrassed to think of that then, I'm excited to think of that now.

"Relax Mom. I'm just going to move your legs, so that I can work your hamstrings."

Trying to preserve my modesty, I remember now it was always awkward to turn over and to reposition the towel that was on my butt to cover my pussy and to grab a second towel to cover my breasts without having him see anything. He must have seen more than I thought he did. Although it did feel deliciously erotic when he massaged the top of my breasts and the front of my thighs, he must have had a clear view of my pussy beneath the towel.

After he left the room for me to get dressed, I remember getting up from my bed aroused, horny, and frustrated. Wishing he had felt my breasts and fingered my pussy, I always wished his massages were more sexual. Just as he must have felt guilty about having sexual thoughts for his mother; I berated myself for having those same sexual thoughts for my son.

Now that I remember him, he was always walking around with an erection and adjusting himself. Much like the professional baseball players, I just thought it was what guys did, always getting erections and always adjusting themselves. I thought he was always staring at me because being his only family, I was his world and he just loved me, as a son would normally love his mother. I didn't know he was lusting over me, while peeping and trying to see whatever he could see of me, whenever he could see it.

Certainly, even though I entertained the same forbidden thoughts and sexual desires, I never figured, as his Mom, that I was arousing my son. Even though my Mom had three sons, my Mom wasn't around to teach me much of anything, especially how to keep my legs closed. Kicking me out of the house, after I became pregnant, my Mom never met my son or even acknowledged his birth.

Had I known then what I know now, I wonder if I would have played my son and shown him even more for me to sexually take advantage of the situation and to masturbate myself later with the thoughts of having purposely shown him my body? I'm human, too. I had sexual needs, too, that weren't being met, back then. Being a single mother with no extra money to afford a babysitter, having to find odd jobs that I could do from home, I didn't have the time or the inclination to party and few men want to take on a woman with the baggage of another man's child. 

Now that I think of it, while wearing my short nightgown and picking up clutter before vacuuming the mess, I remember all those times when, as a teenager, he was lying on the floor playing video games and I was walking around him and by him, without ever wearing panties and without even giving it a thought. And all those times, while playing a game of cards or Scrabble or Monopoly, feeling comfortable in my own apartment, when sitting across from him in my short skirt and never giving a thought if my legs were tightly closed or if I was flashing him my panties, makes me feel uncomfortably excited now. Then, there were all those hugs when I thought nothing of his stray hand touching the side of my breast or the top of my ass, while wishing he'd touch more. 

He had a habit of always touching more than he should and more than what was deemed appropriate, whenever hugging me. Only, I never put a sexual spin on his touching. I chastised myself for having those sexual thoughts of wanting him to touch even more of me. Now that I think about it, either he thought I was instigating the sexual attraction or he thought me an oblivious fool. I wish I had known then what I suspect now. Only, I chalked it up to him being emotionally needy. I figured it was my fault that he was like the way he was because he didn't have a dad. I blamed everything on myself and on the mistakes that I made so early in life. 

All that time, he must have been looking up my nightgown and when I bent down to pick up his strewn clothes, I must have given him the perfect down nightgown view of my boobs. It never occurred to me that I was giving my son a show and giving him fodder to jerk off over later in the privacy of his bedroom or bathroom. Incest is such a wicked thought that even thinking about it now, so many years later, should make me sick, but it doesn't. It makes me excited to think that my son wanted me, his mother.

Certainly, if I knew he had incestuous thoughts about me then, I would have been upset. Now, it not only makes me dizzy with desire but also gives me a bellyache with the trepidation of knowing that I'm thinking about doing something so wickedly wrong with my son now. I'm so horny that if he was here now, I'd show him how I truly feel about him. I'd suck his cock.

"Joey? Where are you? Come home to Mommy. Mommy wants to blow you."

The thought of him dying in a car crash without me ever telling him how I truly felt about him, made me sick. I told myself that if he were to come home safely, I'd tell him how about the sexual thoughts that I felt for him with the hope that I could ease his guilt for having those same sexual thoughts for me. Now, that we're older, maybe he'd want to act out those sexual thoughts with me, as a way to remove them once and for all. Who am I kidding? I just want to sexually take advantage of my son now, in the way that he sexually took advantage of me, back then.

What's wrong with me for having sexual thoughts for my son? We all have sexual desires. We're all just human. Who else would I want to have sex with other than my son? Every man I've known has always taken advantage of me. Every man I've know has fucked me over after fucking me. 

Now to realize that even my son was abusing me by using me to see what he could of my body is as shocking as it is exciting. Every man I ever dated, after the birth of Joey, just wanted a blowjob. I was always so horny that I'd accommodate him hoping that he'd date me again, but he never did. It wasn't that I was ugly or gave bad blowjobs; they just didn't want to have the responsibility of a woman with a child, especially a child that wasn't theirs.

After meeting his wife, Patty, and seeing how much she resembled me, it was more than disconcerting that, while my son was having sexual relations with his wife, he was possibly thinking of having sexual relations with me, his mother. How could he not, Patty and I look so much alike. Living alone and being lonely for so long, now that I had this suspicion of his secret desire for wanting incestuously forbidden sex with his mother, it was no stretch for me to imagine my son having sexual relations with his wife, while imagining that he was having sexual relations with me.

I couldn't help but wonder what he looked like naked. I couldn't help but wonder how his cock felt in my hand and what it tasted like in my mouth. It made me wet to think about his face buried between my thighs with his tongue flicking out to lick my pussy, while his fingers played with my clit and finger fucked me to orgasm. I wondered what it felt like to have his cock buried deep inside my pussy, while he kissed me, French kissed me, before leaning down to suck my tits.

"That's right, Joey, lick Mommy's pussy. Fuck me, son. Stick your big, hard cock in my tight, wet pussy and fuck Mommy. And after you make Mommy cum, Mommy will suck your cock and make you cum in her mouth. Mommy will swallow all that you have to give her."

He had gone out drinking with the boys again and, as usual, but for me and the children, Patty was home alone and unable to reach him to tell him that I had arrived early to celebrate his birthday and was there taking the kids trick or treating. Out of necessity, she had gotten a job at the deli slicing cold cuts for people who shouldn't be eating salty slabs of sliced meat. I was fortunate to have a job that I worked from home and it didn't matter where I called home. All I needed was a computer and my cell phone, which is how I was able to pack up and stay with them over the Halloween weekend.

They were having a difficult time financially and she needed to get a job, until he was able to find employment. The unemployment checks were soon to run out and weren't nearly enough to live off of anyway. Like his father, Joey was too proud to work at anything he felt was beneath him. Like his father, he had the need to drink and difficulty in knowing when he had drunk enough. Before finding a job, he needed to stop drinking.

Somehow making him feel like the man that he wasn't, the husband he hadn't been, and the father he was never shown how to be, he'd rather spend his time networking at the local bar with the rest of the loser barflies, than to spend quality time with his wife and kids or dedicating his free time to focus on looking for a job that paid enough to support his family. Only, having known his father, I understood the fallacies and frailties of my son.

His dad deserted us when Joey was still a baby. He has no memory of ever having a father. It was just me and Joey. Where I was too young and too immature to help his Dad, having my baby at barely 15-years-old, I knew that I was the only one who could help save my son from himself and from the fate of alcoholism that befell his father.

I was still up watching television, but turned it off, when I heard his key in the front door lock. I heard him cursing because he probably couldn't see straight enough to find the hole, something his father had no trouble finding, before making me pregnant, even when he had too much to drink. Trying to be quiet, but being the noisy drunk that he couldn't help but to be, not even turning on a light to see what he was doing, he thought he was alone.

He didn't know I was laying on the couch in the dark living room. Had he turned on a light, he would have seen me laying there with my housecoat raised above my waist, while pretending that I was sleeping. Hoping he'd turn on the light, I was horny and I wanted to show my body to him, for old time sake. I wondered what he would have done seeing my pussy in plain sight. I wondered if seeing his mother's pussy would make him horny enough to look at me, touch me, lick or fuck me.

Only without turning on a light, he didn't even know I was there. I was hoping that he'd sit on the couch where I was lying and then realize that I was there with my housecoat all askew. Maybe he'd think I was Patty. Maybe he'd know it was me, but pretend it was Patty. Maybe he'd fondle me, as I pretended to sleep.

Too hot for a blanket and without the aid of even a fan, it had been an unusual hot October day and it was stuffy in the house. With the weather more like Indian summer, I was hot not only from the outside temperature, but for him. Knowing he was standing there in the dark living room, not more than a few feet from me, I continued pretending to be asleep on the couch, while watching him.

He and Patty couldn't even afford to buy an air conditioner and that was what I decided I'd buy Joey for his birthday. With the end of season sales, it was a good time to buy one. At least they'd have a unit for the summer next year. Only, I needed his help to carry it from the store to the car and from the car to the house. I was hoping he'd go with me yesterday to pick one up, but he never made it home in time for his birthday to do that.

As I lay there watching my son fumbling around without ever turning on a light, I pretended, fantasized actually, that I was his wife and he was my husband. The thought of him coming home to me made me touch myself. Suddenly, I was horny again. Hidden within the dark, with my housecoat already askew, hoping he'd turn on the light to watch me masturbate, I reached down and fingered my pussy. Instantly, I was wet with the thoughts of him seeing me and touching me. My fingers found my nipples though the thin cotton material of my housecoat and I was already on my way to cumming.

Aroused and horny, suddenly, I was hot for him. Desperately, I needed to get laid. It had been a long while, since I felt the passion of a man. Here, just a few feet from me, was the man who I was attracted to and the man that I'd do anything for, even have sex with him. It no longer mattered that I was his mother and he was my son. We were adults now with free wills.

I needed to feel a cock in my hand. I needed to feel his lips pressed against mine. I needed to feel his body, while his cock humped my pussy. I needed to feel the stiff sensation, the fishy smell, and the salty taste of his cock in my mouth.

"Happy Birthday, Joey," I wanted to yell out my birthday surprise, before showing him my lust for him, but I stayed quiet while watching his movements in the dark. I wanted to give myself to him as my birthday gift to him. Would he reject me or embrace me? Would I totally embarrass myself? Would I ruin the close knit relationship we had?




"I Love You, Mommy."



It took all the control I had not to jump up, throw my arms around him, and give him a big, long, wet, Happy Birthday kiss. He was 25-years-old, as of yesterday, and I'd be turning forty next month. I ought to be ashamed for what I was thinking, but I wasn't. As his mother, I shouldn't have these lustful thoughts for my son, but I did. What I did next even surprised me.

From where he stood in the light and from where I was in the dark, the moonlight from the big bay window lit him up and I could clearly see what he was doing. Oblivious to my presence in the room, he was undressing. I watched him unbutton and take off his shirt. He kicked off his shoes, unbuckled and unzipped his pants, and nearly fell when he lifted his leg to pull them off. Then, he pulled off his socks and pitched them against the wall behind him. 

In just briefs and a tee shirt, I suddenly remembered him wearing his Star Wars underwear and his Spiderman pajamas. I watched him pull his tee shirt over his head and toss it on the floor, just as he used to do, as a boy growing up. With evidence of a pot belly just starting to form from drinking one too many beers, he still had a lean, hard body that showed he was fit. Lazy and spoiled by me in a feeble attempt to make up for the father he never had and would never have, he never picked up after himself. I was always there scolding him, but obviously by this drunken display of tossing his clothes around, he'd never change. 

I held my breath, while watching him remove his underwear. What felt as if it was a minute was but a brief second. It had been a while since I had seen his cock and there it was. I remembered that I had made the decision not to have him circumcised and it was all there in its natural, uncut, and intended splendor. He had a big, beautiful prick. 

Now, that I think about it, now that I have the clarity of this recent insight, now that his cock is there only a few feet from my hand, my pussy, and my mouth, he was always flashing me his cock. He must have gotten off by me seeing his cock and he must have masturbated to the fantasy of my touching, fucking, and sucking his cock. If he only knew how much I enjoyed seeing his cock, as much as he was exciting by having me see it. If only he knew how much I wanted his cock then, as I still do now.

Just as I am now, I was so horny back then. Had he asked me to give him some sexual experience, a hand job, a blowjob, or have intercourse with me, I think I may have. After all these years, now, the light finally dawns. Now, I finally get it. Always attracted to my son, I've always wanted my son. Finally, I'm ready to take him up on his offer.

"Fuck me, Joey. Turn on the light and look at me lying here on your couch with my housecoat raised to my waist and my pussy exposed to whatever is your delight," I thought, while hoping and wishing he'd notice me there in the dark. Only, he didn't see me. He didn't know I was there enjoying his strip tease show.

His cock was beautiful. It had been a while since I've even seen a cock and I was hungry for one and horny for him. Suddenly, the show was over. Suddenly, he was leaving the room, going to bed, no doubt. I was desperate. Never would I feel the confidence to do what I was about to do, again. It was now or never. Did I dare? Could I do it? I reached out and grabbed his ankle, as he walked by the couch on his way to bed. 

"Oh, sorry, baby, I didn't know you sleeping there on the couch. I didn't know you were still awake. I didn't realize how late it was. Because it was my birthday, the guys kept buying me drinks and then when--" 

Without replying, without saying a single solitary word to let him know that I was his mother and not his wife, I reached up my hand and felt his cock with my fingertips. I cupped his balls, before gently and lovingly wrapping my fingers around his cock. He stopped talking when I did. He had nothing more to say, as soon as I touched him. With just a few gentle, slow strokes, he came alive in my hand and I came alive with all the possibilities of being intimate with my son and having my way with his cock. Instantly, he was so hard, so long, and so thick, just the way I remember his Dad was.

With one hand stroking his cock, I used my other hand to unbutton my dressing gown. Without missing a stroke, I splayed open my housecoat in anticipation of his touch. Hoping he could see my body, I wanted him to touch me. I needed for him to feel me. I hoped he'd take the hint and caress my tits and finger my pussy. I so wanted him to kiss me before he mounted me to make love to me.

I was naked underneath my dressing gown and the cool morning air from the open window felt good on my nipples. Suddenly, my nipples were erect and it felt so good to run my palm slowly across them. With my pussy already wet, I was already way ahead of him. 

I was so nervous. I was so excited. Short lived folly, I knew this moment wouldn't last, but I was determined to take whatever I could from the experience. It was my turn to use my son in the way he had obviously used me for so many years, when he secretly and serendipitously viewed me in all manner of undress and even and eventually saw me naked so very many times. 

I hoped now that maybe he would go to sleep after I had my way with him. Maybe he would dream about me wondering if he had sex with me or with his wife. I imagined him sitting at the breakfast table, after discovering that I had spent the night, wondering if he had sex with Patty or with me. He was still drunk enough that he may not remember.

Even though I knew this was as much of a mistake, as when I allowed his father to fuck me in the backseat of his car and get me pregnant, I couldn't help myself. I was hot. I was horny. I was out of my mind with lustful desire for him. I wanted my son and I needed his cock.

It was dark where I was lying and obviously his eyes still hadn't adjusted to the darkness, just yet. He was probably too drunk to see me, even if they did adjust to the darkness and even if he could see me, but his cock was still working, so he wasn't that drunk. I continued stroking his big prick, while watching it grow bigger and feeling it getting harder in my hand.

So thick, so long, and so hard, it felt so good in my hand. Never having touched my son's cock, since he was a baby, it had been a long while since I had even kissed a man, never mind given one a hand job. The thought that this man was my son, excited me even more. Along with gifted hands, I've been told that I have a gifted mouth and I couldn't wait to take his big prick in my mouth and suck it.

Would I take him in my mouth? Did I dare actually do that? Could I blow my own son? What the Hell? Giving him a hand job, I've already gone this far. I'm jerking him off, while lying on the couch practically naked, what's a blowjob between mother and son? Tomorrow, he may never remember any of this anyway. He may think it was all a drunken dream. 

Immediately, I felt his hand feeling my breast. First he felt my left tit, squeezing it and caressing it, before reaching across my body to feel my right tit and duplicating the same movement with his hand on my right breast that he had just done to my left breast. Then, he started fingering my nipples, before pinching them between his thumb and index finger and pulling up on them. I needed for him to suck my tits. I needed to feel his mouth and tongue on my nipples. 

"Suck Mommy's tits, Joey," I wanted to say, but didn't. "Mommy needs to cum."

My daughter and I have nearly identical bodies and I knew that even if he was sober, he couldn't tell the difference between us, especially in the dark. It felt good to feel him finger my nipples before he reached down and fingered my pussy, and I let out a gasp when he did. I was so wet. His fingers were big, thick, and long, like his cock and it felt so good when he started fingering my clit before finger fucking Mommy's pussy. 

"That's a good boy, Joey," I wanted to say, but just thought the words. "Finger fuck Mommy's pussy until she cums."

If only he knew he was finally sexually touching and feeling up his mother. If only he knew his horny mother was giving her son a slow, loving hand job, while he caressed my tits, fingered my nipples, and finger fucked my pussy. If only he knew his mother was about to sit up and take his big, hard, thick prick in her mouth and suck his cock and continue sucking his cock, until he shot his warm gooey load of cum in her willing mouth and she swallowed all that he had to give. 

...And then, as soon as I thought it, I did it. I sat up, leaned forward, took his cock in my mouth and started sucking his big prick. I was blowing my son. I couldn't believe it. Forget about crossing the line, I had jumped over the edge. I was still in the dark and I felt his big hand move to the back of my head. Now, he was fucking my mouth, really fucking my mouth and ramming his cock in and out, while I applied the correct amount of pressure to his prick with my lips and while cupping his balls with my other hand and taking turns to finger his ass with my finger

"Fuck Mommy's mouth Joey. Ram your cock in my mouth hard. Cum, Joey, cum. I need to taste you. I need to swallow all that you have to give me," I thought but dared not verbalize my thoughts. I didn't want him to stop. I didn't want him to know it was me, his mother, and not Patty, his wife, blowing him.

I needed him to finish. I really needed him to cum in my mouth. I needed to taste my son. Looking up at him, with his big, stiff cock impaled in my mouth, he had his head back with his eyes closed. He was oblivious to the fact that not only was I enjoying giving him a blowjob, as much as he was enjoying receiving a blowjob, but also that I was his mother. 

I was really sucking him and he was moaning just a little bit too loudly, when suddenly, he exploded his cum in my mouth and down my throat and I saw stars. As if it was last call at the bar and the lights go on to make you realize that the beautiful woman you've been desperately trying to convince to go home with you, is an old, ugly broad, there I was with my son's cock still in my mouth. The overhead light not only lit up the room but also it lit up the perverseness that a mother had for her son.

I remember wondering who turned on the light? Did Joey do that? Just as the light went on, just as Joey looked down and realized I was blowing him, his mother was sucking his dick and not his wife, Patty, when he pulled his cock from my mouth, he exploded a second load of cum across my face, in my hair and eyes, and that dripped down from my nose on my tits. I had cum everywhere, even in my ear. There was so much cum. He and Patty must not have had sex in months.

In retrospect, I'm sure my daughter doesn't give her husband, my son, the blowjob that I, his mother, had just given him. I had sucked a few more cocks in my day, but the real difference between me and my daughter-in-law is that I truly enjoy sucking a man's cock, and I loved sucking my son's cock the best. Then all Hell broke loose. 

"Joey! Elizabeth! Jesus Christ! I don't believe this."

Patty looked at us as if we were from another planet. Joey had already removed his cock from my mouth, just as she turned on the light, but for that brief second after that light came on, she saw me blowing my son. She saw me sucking his cock. It didn't matter, the evidence of his lust for me was already dripping from my face. Joey still stood before me as naked as the day he was born and his cock was sticking straight out, as if an index finger pointing the guilty blame to me. I was guilty alright. I was guilty of being in love with my son and of wanting him.

"Mom! Patty!" Joey looked down at me with a look of shocked disbelief, but I saw a glimmer of excitement cross his face. "Mom, what are you doing? How could you not know it was me you were blowing? Who did you think it was?" He looked up at his wife with an incredulous look on his face. "I thought it was you. I thought you were blowing me, Patty. Honest, I did."

"I knew it was you, Joey," I said, suddenly not feeling the shame I should.

"Get out! Get out of my house," screamed Patty. "You two are sick, sick sick! I want you out of my house now. Get your things and just go."

"Patty, wait, you don't understand," said Joey looking from her to me and showing me a face full of shocked excitement, while trying not to reveal how he truly felt about me to his wife, before looking back at her again.

"I do understand" she said looking at Joey. "Now, I know why you're a drunk and can't keep a job. You've been pining over leaving your mother. You love Mommy more than me, your wife. Now, I know why you married me, a young copy of your sick fuck of a mother. You really wanted her and not me. Now, that I know, I don't want you anymore. Get out! Get out! Get out!"

"What about the kids, surely, you can't—"

"The kids? The children aren't even your kids, you moron. You were never sober enough to fuck me long enough or penetrate me deep enough to father those kids."

"Not mine? Then, whose kids are they?"

"My old boyfriend from high school fucked me, whenever you were out drunk. You were always leaving me for your bar friends. I was lonely. I was horny. I needed a man, a real man and not a drunken pervert who'd rather have sex with his Mommy than with his wife. Now you two can go back to living together. I'm replacing you with him, just as you can't wait to replace me with her," she said spitting at me. 

Yet, just as her words fell short of their intended target, even her spit did. Joey was happy to leave her. Even though he'd miss the kids, the fact that she admitted they weren't his kids, ended his obligation to care anymore about them, especially once her old boyfriend moved in with her.

I got up from the couch and grabbed her by her hair. In one quick pull of her nightgown, she was naked. Then, I slapped her. I slapped her for calling me a sick fuck. I slapped her for spitting at me. I slapped her for disrespecting my son and I slapped her for cheating on Joey with another man. I did what Joey couldn't do. I slapped his wife silly.

I helped Joey pack his things. He didn't have much. I brought him home with me, where I could care for him and make him better. Patty wasn't much of a cook. At least with me, he'd get three square meals a day, and at least with me, he'd be with someone who loved him and who wouldn't cheat on him. At least with me, I'd give him sex whenever he wanted it.

It was difficult in the beginning, he insisted on sleeping in his old room. Gone were all the games he used to play with him trying to see me naked by opening my bedroom door, as I was putting on or taking off my nightgown. Every time I took a shower, just as I opened the curtain and emerged from the tub, I expected, hoped, that he'd burst in bathroom on the pretense he had to pee. I imagined him whipping out his cock and allowing me to see the full length of it before turning away to do his business.  

If he wasn't going to accept our living arrangements, then I would motivate him to embrace them. I started walking around my house in my bra and panty. The look on his face told me that he still thought of me and wanted me. Then, in a bold move, whenever I could pull it off without looking as if I was doing in purposefully, I started walking around naked, pretending I forgot something in the bathroom or forgot to close my bedroom door. I was teasing him into feeling that wicked desire for me again and it was working.

Yet, things didn't get better, easier, until when I convinced him to sleep with me in my bed.

"I promise I won't attack you, Joey. Let me take care of you," I said while lying in bed wearing my nightgown with my arms open to show him that he was loved. "We don't even have to do anything. You can just hold me or I can hold and comfort you and then spoon me later before we fall asleep."

"Okay, but we sleep with our clothes on and not naked. Right?"

"Of course," I said.

Finally, he agreed and we slept like that holding one another and spooning without being sexual. I loved feeling the warmth of his body. I loved feeling his big arm around my waist and his big hand poised on my hip. It felt good to lean back into him and know that I felt protected by the love of my son. Then, one night, while he spooned me, I felt his cock up against my ass. 

He was asleep, but his cock was poking me and pulsating against my body. He was hard. He had an erection. He must have been having a sexy dream. Without waking him, I gently turned over. As soon as my eyes adjusted to the dimness of the night light, I looked down and could see his beautiful bulge tenting his pajama bottoms. I reached my fingers down and touched him, while watching his face. He was still sleeping. 

I took all of him in my hand through his pajamas and he still slept without stirring. It wasn't until I reached inside his pajamas and pulled his cock out through his pee hole that he finally stirred.

"Mom," he said in his sleep.

He let out a quiet moan when my fingers engulfed his cock and my hand gently stroked his magnificent prick. It felt so good to touch him, again. He was still so very hard. It felt so good to stroke him to an even harder erection. 

Gently without waking him, I sat up in bed and removed my nightgown. If he awakened, this is the sight that I wanted him to see. I wanted him to see me, his mother, naked. If he was to awaken, I'd snap on the light so that he could feast his eyes on my tits, my ass, and my pussy. I knew he couldn't resist me. I knew he'd fuck and lick me. Slowly, silently, without shaking the mattress or making my movements known to him, I eased my body down half the length of the bed, until my mouth was poised in front of his cock.

I flicked out my tongue and licked it before swirling my entire tongue around his sweet cock. Then, I took it in my mouth. It felt glorious to suck my son. It felt comforting for me to know that I still had the same level of control over him now that I had over him when he was a baby. I loved the feeling of having his cock in my mouth.

I didn't want to awaken, but I was aroused to finish what I had started. I decided that this was better, him not knowing that I had been blowing him, but just as I was about to slide back up to where I was and slip my nightgown back over my head, he started slowly humping my mouth with his hips. He was fucking my mouth. My son was fucking my face with his cock. Then, as soon as the humping grew more forceful, I felt his big hand to the back of my head. Now, he was humping me as much as I was sucking him. 

Then, it happened, he ejaculated. My son came in my mouth. I felt the warm slimy feeling of his cum explode in my mouth and coat my tongue, before sliding down my throat. He gave me a feeling of power that I could get him aroused enough to cum, and boy did he ever. He gave me quite the load and I thought I had drained him, but as soon as I allowed his cock to fall from my mouth, he exploded again with another violent burst of cum that caught me by surprised. I had his cum everywhere, in my hair, my eyes, and even up my nose.

I wiped the cum off me with the tissues I had by my bedside. He looked like he was still sleeping. How could he sleep through that. Maybe, he was embarrassed that I had blown him and that he had cum in my mouth. He had to be awake enough to fuck my face and put a hand to the back of my head. Maybe he was dreaming.

I snuggled in beside him again. His body was so warm and it felt so good. I took his hand and moved it to the side of my hip before moving it up to my breast. Still naked and cold, not bothering to put my nightgown back on, it didn't take him long to start fingering my nipples. Immediately, I could feel a moist wetness between my thighs and all that I could think of was his cock deep inside my pussy.




"I Love You, Mommy."



I turned to face him and took his face in my hand in only the way that a mother can. I gave him a peck on the lips and a second kiss that was more romantically inspired. He didn't respond until I kissed him for the third time and then he parted my lips with his tongue. French kissing and kissing one another like two lovers who have been apart for years, the excitement that boiled within was like nothing I've ever felt.

I reached my hand down and took his erection in my hand.

"Take off your pajamas," I said.

Now, both naked, he was free to explore as much of my body as I was exploring his. It was magical when he mounted me. I reached my hand down and guided his cock inside of me. I was so wet and he was so hard. He felt so good fucking me that it only took me a few minutes to cum and then he exploded all that he had left inside of me. Even though I'd be willing to have another baby, I was glad that I couldn't have any more kids.

We moved to another city where no one knew us and started a new life, not as mother and son, but as Joey and Elizabeth, lovers. Now, instead of visiting him for only one week each summer, we spent of our seasons together. The summertime is the best fun because now I have someone to go to the beach with and take vacations with, even if only taking a long drive to buy an ice cream. 

Because of all the drinking he had done over the past few years, even though he hasn't touched a drop since being with me, instead of his shrew of an ex-wife, he looks several years older than his years. Because of the way that I taken care of myself with diet and exercise and pampered myself with lotions and spa treatments, I look younger by several years. With both of us looking thirty-something, we meet somewhere in the middle and no one, not any of our new friends, suspect that we are mother and son. 

Now, every year we celebrate our favorite holiday together, Halloween. 

"Trick or treat."

Certainly it was a sad trick that a son would be sexually attracted to his mother just as much as a mother was sexually attracted to her son. Yet, it was, indeed, such a treat that we finally came together not as mother and son but as woman and man.