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Iris & Me

By: Pornofan420



NOTE: This story is almost all true with some embellishment. I leave it up to the reader to determine (if they care) which details aren't.

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Several years ago, I was in a long distance relationship with a gal in Northern New York. She was a student there and I was a student in Michigan and every other weekend, I skipped Friday classes and drove across Canada to get laid. That was most of our relationship. We'd met online originally and in person the previous summer at Shakespeare in the Park. That day, by intermission we'd ditched our friends and were making out in the bushes. 

Iris was (and I assume still is) GORGEOUS! About 5'5", curvy but not overweight, long, light brown hair, big, full breasts, the kind that women who get implants would KILL for. And she loved sex. There wasn't much else to our relationship, but we had GREAT sex. And Iris loved saucy innuendo. We could wander the Metropolitan Museum of Art on 5th for hours. She loved the Armor & Weapons display as much as I did and I could make endless comments about wanting to sheathe my sword in her or run her down with my lance. She'd purr and rub her ass against my crotch and, if no one was looking, would stroke the front of my jeans with her hand.

She was the first woman I'd ever gone down on in public. We had gotten back from Shakespeare that evening. We were in the hallway of a Manhattan apartment building where she was staying with friends. It was about 2am and we were saying our good byes. We were kissing frantically, trying to devour each other. I reached under sweatshirt with both hands and found that she was without bra. I caressed those glorious mams, feeling their delicious fleshiness. I twisted her nipples gently was rewarded with a groan of "More!" into my mouth. Like a gentleman, I obliged.

Lifting up her sweatshirt to expose her tits, I got down on my knees and took her nipples into my mouth; sucking, licking, flicking my tongue back and forth, bringing them both into my mouth at once. I'm about 6'1" so even on my knees, I had great access to her tits. Iris breathed like a marathon runner, glancing down the corridor, hoping no one opened a door, but certainly not telling me to stop.

It was a warm summer night in Manhattan and our efforts caused us both to sweat slightly. I licked the saltiness from the underside of her breasts with relish. Having just discovered her appreciation of nipple play, I stared up into her eyes as I took one in each hand and began to work on them. Squeezing, twisting, pulling, I watched her face contort with pleasure, watched her bite her lower lip as she rubbed her thighs together. This gave me an idea.

Right there in the hallway, I sucked hard on one nipple and made her gasp. Quickly, I undid the buttons on her 501s, hooked the waistband and her panties with my thumbs, sucked HARDER, and pulled her pants down below her knees.

What follows was probably the sexiest act I've ever been a part of. Just remembering gets makes me hard.

Iris gasped. My mouth worrying at her nipple had distracted her so that she didn't realize she was standing up against the wall of the corridor with her shirt up, her pants down, exposed to anyone who left or returned to their apartment. Even though it was 2am, it was also Saturday night in Manhattan (actually Sunday morning) so this wasn't out of the question. I glimpsed the worried look in her eye for only a moment before I got further down and attached my mouth to her cunt. I tasted her musky moistness and could tell that whatever else she was feeling at this moment, arousal was certainly part of it.

I began to make love to her pussy with my lips and tongue, gently but firmly sucking and licking, letting my oral attention wash over her like gentle waves as high tide approaches. I knew that I had all but stripped her naked in public and if I wanted to avoid getting slapped (to say nothing of seeing her again), I had better make it worth her while.

Iris gripped my head with her hands and ground her quim further onto my mouth. I could hear her pant as I her sweet, sweet nectar ran over my tongue and down my throat. I wanted to consume her, to suck her, to make her cum like no man had. Part of the time, I grasped her succulent ass cheeks, pulling her to me trying to get my tongue deeper into her. I reached up and caressed and kneaded her generous breasts, playing with her nipples, twisting and pulling them the way I'd just discovered she liked it.

I was a man possessed. We had met online only a couple of months before, had met in person only hours ago, and now I was trying to make her cum in public. I pulled out every oral technique I'd ever read about and applied it. I sucked on her clit, held it between my lips and flicked my tongue across it, splayed her labia open with my fingers and lapped at her inner folds, I tried everything. Iris bit her finger to keep from making too much noise when she came.

When she was done spasming, I eased her pants back up and her sweatshirt back down. Getting to my feet, I waited for her response. Dreading an open hand across my cheek, I was thrilled when she grabbed the back of my head and kissed me hard with the taste of her sex still on my lips. Did I mention that Iris loved sex? I would find out over the next months just how much!

Without a word, Iris grabbed my shoulders, spun me around, and dropped to her knees. As she undid my jeans, I wondered where I should send in the application for my luckiest man alive award?

Iris freed my erect cock and stroked it. I would discover later that I was her first uncut man, but at the time, she showed no hesitation at all. (note: I had learned at an early age that the uncircumcised penis requires a bit of extra care, but that's it. For all those who think it's "unclean", you're probably sucking an unclean dick! For Heaven's sake men, go to the bathroom, roll that foreskin back and wash it! I knew at 13 what a blow job was and realized soon after that that if I was ever to receive one, politeness as well as self-interest dictated that I present my lover with a clean unit. It's just common sense. And not just in the shower. All it takes is a sink and a little soap.)

After a couple of strokes, watching the foreskin slide back and forth, she closed her eyes and took it into her mouth. Now, pretty much ANY oral sex is good, but given the circumstances, this was probably the best head I had gotten to date. Iris sucked it as deep as she could and pulled back, dragging her moist lips along the length. I felt like we were both surrounded by the shimmering force field of pure sexual energy. And when she eased back the foreskin and licked the head wetly.....oh, BABY!

Iris wasn't ready to let me cum in her mouth, which was fine with me. I was not about to complain about ANYTHING at this point. She jerked my spit-slick cock until I spurt most of it into the tissue, although the first shot missed and hit the carpet. I thought my balls would cramp up, they were working so hard.

That was how we ended the day we first met face to face. Though we eventually broke up, we had some incredible sex. I'll probably share some more in the future.

Iris and Mom and Me



Despite the title, there is no ménage a trois in my story. I could have imagined it, but it didn't happen. That doesn't mean that Iris and mom and me weren't intimately related.

I grew up in an idyllic sounding village called Green Grove in New England. Actually it seemed more white than green, because we were near a patch of mountains that received more than its share of snow during the long winters. I never minded because in addition to the woods, there were always things to do in the house or the playroom. That was what we called the addition that was built onto the house that became the domain of my sister Iris and me. It's a little unusual for a sister and brother to be each other's best, and almost only friend, but I never thought about it when I was young; it was just the way it was. 

She was a year and two months older. She loved me, and it wasn't hard to love her back. When I used to tell her that I was going to marry her when I got big, she would laugh and say, "We'll see little man." She looked after me because our mother worked a lot after our father passed away. It scared me when I got old enough to be told that they weren't sure exactly of what he died. Later I understood that anyone can die at any time, and instead of being afraid, you had to make sure you're aware at every moment to enjoy the people and the world around you. 

Iris and I played every game imaginable, most of which she made up herself; snow games, rain games, and nighttime games when mom was asleep. Until our teens, I never thought twice about telling Iris anything I was thinking, and I knew more about girls from being with her than anyone my age.

I loved books because Iris showed me how much fun they were. She was a great reader and storyteller. I can still hear her voice dramatizing the words when she would say to me, "Listen Richie, you have to hear this!" Iris was almost fifteen when she read a story about two shy people who acted out scenes with each other that they found in plays, and books, and movies. She made me read the story, and she said that we should do what they did. It sounded like fun and once we started, we never stopped. At least not for two years. I always remember the one when we did Anthony and Cleopatra. I had put on some toga thing and Iris wouldn't let me see her until she was all dressed up. 

When she came out of the bathroom, her make-up looked like that of an Egyptian princess. The black mascara framed her eyes and the big fake gold necklace she had on was perfect. She wore a flowing white cotton skirt. It's good I can remember any of those details considering that she also came out bare-breasted. Now we had been skinny-dipping before, and it wasn't a big deal for her to change a tee shirt in front of me, but she looked so sexy. She had really filled out since developing a small handful at thirteen. It was the first time I got tangibly turned on by her -- big-time. It was very hard for me to concentrate on the scene. Iris kept slapping my arm and laughing at me when she said, "Stop looking at my tits and read your lines." In reality, she loved being provocative, but she did say, "And don't tell Debbie about this. " 

'Debbie' is what Iris liked to call mom when she wanted to tease her. That went on from when she was a little girl. Mom got a kick out of it, but I must have heard her say a thousand times, "It's 'Mom' to you - and it's Debra, not Debbie." It was silly, but we always laughed about it. 

The day before Iris' seventeenth birthday, we decided to make our own party and she went to get the stuff. She had a learner's permit and had been driving everywhere since she was sixteen. She never came home. The roads were slick, and...and...and. I know it doesn't make any sense, but I still think, 'Maybe if I was with her I could have saved her.' And for a while I thought, 'I wish I was with her so I could have gone with her.'

To say it was rough for mom and me wouldn't come close to it. It was awful. I couldn't stand to change the tense of my sister from 'is' to 'was'. I still feel a grasping at my throat when I think of what those days were like. All the stupid words that people say about having to move on, and getting on with your life...well, like I said before, things are both this way and that way. They're true and they're lies. 

The only one whom we didn't mind seeing was mom's sister Fran, who came up from Florida and stayed with us for a week. She'd made lots of visits up to us before, because she was close to mom. They spoke every day and Aunt Fran always said a few words to Iris and me whenever she called. She was a calming presence in the house that week. She had married well and had a big house that we had visited just before I started high school. I heard Aunt Fran trying to convince mom that we should move down by her, or at least come and stay for a few weeks. 

We held out in Green Grove for about three months of hell, until it became too difficult to stay in that house. We talked about moving and mom asked if I'd mind. I said I didn't care as long as we left where we were. So we went down to the west coast of Florida where Aunt Fran had located mom a job, and a rental apartment for us. I went to school there and the void gnawed at me through the last numbing years in high school. The only good thing was spending time with Aunt Fran, and for the first year, her husband Steve. He loved baseball and he took me to a lot of spring training games. But their marriage went south and Steve took off for what he thought would be, greener pastures.

I hardly socialized with kids at all and spent most of my time with books, video games, my music, and mom. I still felt Iris around all the time, and the two years that passed were more like two hours when I thought about her. I did like being with mom though, because she understood. Sometimes she'd suggest I do something, or go somewhere, but she never pushed. The most we did was go to a movie sometimes, or drive the back roads. It was rural where we lived and we'd end up at the bayou or a grove, and just sit for a while and go home. 

Once she said, "You should be here with a girlfriend."

I said, "I am," and put my arm around her shoulder. 

She touched my face and said, "That's sweet, honey." That was the beginning. The car was old and still had a bench seat, so after that I asked her to sit next to me when we drove. Then I asked her to sit closer. Then I didn't have to ask anymore; she always sat close enough for me to feel her hip or thigh against me. A few times I kissed her, or she kissed me. They were the kisses of a mother and son, and maybe a little more.

When I finished school and a long computer course, I went to work. Mom was almost thirty-eight; she didn't pay much attention to what she wore or to being made up all the time, but she had fine features that made her look girlish. She had quiet warmth that always came through when we were together. Mom didn't talk much and neither did I, but there was no strain when the silence settled on us. I thought she was pretty. Sometimes on a Sunday we'd go to the beach. I told her she had nice legs. She gave me a nice smile for that.

On mom's thirty-eighth birthday, Fran wanted to make a party, but mom said that she didn't want to celebrate. We stayed home, and I bought a bottle of wine. I also bought mom a tank top pajama set that she had said was cute when we saw it on TV. I made her join me for a few glasses of wine and we laughed about a time we were trying to walk up an ice-covered hill in Green Grove. We each must have fallen ten times, and somehow, it got funnier each time the other one fell, until we were laughing so hard we couldn't get up. It was great to hear her laugh and see her a little light-hearted.

When it got late, I said, "Put on your new PJ's mom." 

She said, "Yes, yes, I guess it's time for bed." She got up to go to her bedroom.

I said, "No, put them on so I can see them."

She shrugged and said, "Okay, turn around." 

I turned my head and she turned her back. I turned back to look. She took off her top and her bra and slipped the tank top over head. I saw some of her breast from the side. She took off her skirt and put the shorts on over the sheer aqua panties. I could see the well-rounded globes and I thought, 'My mother has a nice ass.' She turned back and said, "Ta da," putting one hand behind her head in a mock modeling pose."

I said, "Cute, very cute." The set was made of soft cotton and I could see a hint of her nipples poking out. The top was short enough to show a few inches of her belly. I said, "No, more than cute, actually quite sexy." 

She said, "See, you didn't know you had a sexy mom."

I said, "Yes I did." I guess I said it a little too seriously, because she got a bit uncomfortable.

She said, "Well, good night baby." 

I said, "Good night mom," as she bent to kiss me and I saw her cleavage form as her breasts came together under the tank top. I could see almost to her nipples. She went to bed, and I sat where I was for about fifteen minutes.

I went to her room and knocked. When she told me to come in and I did, she said, "What is it baby, is everything okay?" 

I said, "I wanted to kiss you good-night mom." I bent over her and kissed her on the lips for a stunning moment. 

When I stopped, she said, "Richie." It sounded like 'Richie, yes.' It also sounded like 'Richie, no.' I said goodnight and went to bed.

For a few months I had been watching a show on TV called Miami Ink, about some incredible tattoo artists in Miami. Since we lived only a few hours' drive from there, I went. I brought a few pictures of Iris and showed them to Kat, who's work I'd seen on TV. She's an awesome artist, and hot. She drew up a composite portrait and we decided it would look best in grays and black. She said it might be painful because I had a scar on my leg that the portrait would go over. I told her it wouldn't be anything near the pain of losing Iris. 

We talked about closure as she worked on me, and I told her that didn't really think there was such a thing. The best I could do was put it in another place and focus on the joy her life had brought to mom and me. Kat said our session would probably be on the show in a few months. 

When she finished, I looked in the mirror and the portrait was so beautiful it was ridiculous. I started to well up as I thanked Kat, and I saw the tears in her eyes. They're good people over there. I knew I would now feel Iris with me in a more tangible way. I hadn't told mom I was doing it, and when I got home and showed her, she also started crying and said, "It's Iris." 

That night I awakened to see mom sitting by my side and stroking my hair and saying. "Honey, you must have been having a nightmare, I heard you calling out when I walked by the door."

"Yeah mom, sorry...it was the nightmare I can't wake up from...Iris."

"Oh sweetheart, I know." She put her arm around me hugged me to her. I smelled her sweet fragrance and put my hand on her breast. I left it there. She wasn't alarmed, and she said almost matter-of-factly, "Baby, you shouldn't." But I did.

I began kissing the breast I held and sucked on the nipple over the sleep top. She wasn't wearing a bra of course and I could feel the nipple through the material.

She said, "Did you do things with Iris?" 

I said, "Yes...some things."

She said, "I thought you probably did, because you were so close, you both didn't need anybody else did you? When you guys got quiet, I thought about seeing what you were doing. Do you know why I never did? It was because I knew how much you loved each other. I always thought that it was about love between you two...that was the most important thing, wasn't it Richard?"

I said, "It was mom." The truth is, it's hard to separate some things. It was about love, and it was also about sex.

She said, "Did you sleep with her?"

I said, "No, we never went that far...and now I'm sorry we didn't, at least I would have the memory of it." I put my hand under her top and my mother let me. She just closed her eyes as I let her satiny flesh pass through my fingers. I said, "All we have is each other."

Her hand covered my hand as I felt her. She said, "I know baby." When I stopped, I leaned back onto the pillow and pulled off my briefs. I saw my cock standing straight up and then I closed my eyes. I knew there were a lot of possibilities as to what mom would do.

After a moment, I felt her lips surround the knob of my cock. She sucked up and down a few times and then she said, "Is that what you want Richard?"

I said, "Yes mom, that's what I want." I raised myself enough to pull the top over her head. Her breasts weren't as big as Iris', but they had a nice shape. Mom's nipples were bigger. I knew I had to stop comparing everyone in some way or another to Iris. It was difficult.

I went back to my original position and so did mom. This time she held the base of my cock and wrapped her fingers around my balls. She bathed my cock with her tongue and made sweet sounds as she did it. She tasted the head and put it into her mouth. I said, "Yes mom, that's what I want, that's what I need...I need you to suck me mom." 

She said, "Yes baby, I will." My mother's warm lips caressed the knob and shaft. I remembered Iris' lips and how much we used to kiss. That was what we did most. More than touching, we kissed. I pictured kissing my Iris as my mother sucked me. I was melancholy and excited at the same time. I held my mother's breasts to remind myself that it wasn't Iris. I thought of what it would be like to come in my mother's mouth as she sucked on the knob and then down the shaft.

Before I came close to coming mom stopped. She looked up at me and said, "Do you know how much I love you Richie?"

I said, "Sure I know mom." She was proving it with her heart and with her body.

She sucked me for a while and then she said, "Oh Richie..." she came up to kiss me and she was very emotional. She kept saying my name after each long kiss.

I said, "I love you Debra, I want you."

She said, "Yes, baby." She pulled her shorts and panties off together and put her leg over to straddle me. Then she hesitated and said, "Have you had sex before?"

I toggled between 'Of course,' and the truth. I said, "No."

She said, "Oh," and I could see all the deliberating she was doing with herself.

I said, "Mom, I love you, I want you to be my first." I raised myself up and pulled her to me and kissed her. 

She said, "Yes baby," and she reached behind for my cock. She put me inside her and I felt the velvet glove of her pussy take me in. I had imagined what it would feel like, and of course it was better. 

As I reclined and watched her moving on me, I wanted to tell mom that I was glad that the first pussy I was in was hers. I just said, "I'm glad it's you mom," as she rose and fell slowly on my shaft. 

She said, "Me too baby."

After a few minutes of concentrating on how good her flesh wrapped around mine felt, I raised myself again and sucked on her tits and nipples as she ground on what I felt was the biggest and hardest erection I'd ever had. She put her arms around me and then moved into a position where her legs were around me too. We held each other as she moved on me. We kissed, and mom slowed down. She sat on me, hardly moving. As we kissed, I tried to do the same, but sometimes it became impossible not to push into her pussy. She kept telling me, "I love you Richie," and I told her I loved her too. 

I said, "Mom, I never want anyone but you."

She smiled and said, "You're too young to talk like that, and never is a long time."

I said, "I mean it mom." 

She stroked my hair and kissed me. She said, "Okay, love, I'm here for you, whenever you want me."

I was inside mom's pussy for the first time, and the thought of having her all the time sent a message through my whole body. I moved as much as I could, given the way she was sitting on me. I started to approach orgasm and mom must have known from my excitement. She said, "Wait, baby, wait," and put her hand between us. I'd read enough to know that she was probably stimulating her clit with her fingers. I tried not to come as long as I could, and I was relieved when mom said, "OH Richie, come with me, come baby..." She moved quickly up and down and whether she told me to come or not, I was coming.

It was an excruciating pleasure to shoot off into my mother's pussy. The first few releases were much more intense than any my masturbating had ever produced. As I continued to come, mom was saying, "Yes baby, yes baby..." and when the intensity eased, I opened my eyes to see the pleasure on her face. I looked at my cream covered cock as it continued to penetrate my mom's pussy and was surprised that I was still hard after coming. When she was done, mom let out a satisfied, "Oh..."

I said, "That was unbelievable mom." She kissed me and uncoupled without leaving my lips. She rested flat on my body while the kiss continued and I became aware of how wonderful it was to feel her naked skin all over mine. She rolled us to our sides and we still kissed. I thought that mom like to kiss as much as Iris did, and I realized I had been thinking only of mom since I entered her. 

I became my mother's lover, and during the coming months I learned how to satisfy her in different ways, and she learned that it didn't take much for me to want her. Although we avoided public displays of affection, we didn't avoid making out on the dead-end back roads. Once, We couldn't avoid making love when the urge overtook us. We had been kissing for a long time and mom said, "Let's go home Richie."

I said, "No mom, I can't wait, I want you now."

She said, "Honey, it's not impossible for someone to come down this road..."

I said, "I don't care, we're just another pair of lovers that are getting it on; maybe we're even married for all they know." 

She laughed, "Okay husband, I'll be your obedient wife...oh God." She lifted her skirt and pulled off her panties as I slid to the right of the wheel. She mounted me and I lifted her top and slipped her bra over her tits so I could suck them as she bounced on me. All I could think about was how much more I had fallen in love with this woman over the past months. She was no less my lover than she was my mother. I had never known sexual love before and now it was coupled with emotional love. And I was coupled with the woman who gave it all to me.

I said, "Debra, it's just you and me forever isn't it?"

She said, "Yes baby..."

I said, "Mom, I said it before and I mean it; I want to hear you say it, is it what you want?" 

She moved up and down on me and she said, "Yes darling, just you and me forever...yes...yes, I want you inside me forever." I had only been fucking my mother for a few months and I felt as if I could never get enough of her pussy.

We were both getting closer to coming and I said, "Promise me mom."

She said, "I promise love, only you forever...I belong to you baby...forever...Oh, OH, RICHIE...I'M COMING..." I pushed up each she came down on my cock and felt the spasms of cum release into her pussy. She was kissing my face and neck frantically as we came and she was saying, "I'm yours baby, I'm yours, I'm yours..." When she opened her eyes, she said, "OH SHIT." She got off me and sat beside me. She started laughing and said, "Someone's coming." 

The car mom had seen out the rear window pulled into the cul-de-sac about two car lengths from us. It was the first time we'd ever seen another car there. It was a young couple and the girl smiled and waved. I waved back and mom and I laughed as I pulled away. I guess we weren't the only ones who knew about that spot. 

As we drove away mom said, "You know honey, almost getting caught made me realize something - I have to talk to Aunt Fran."




Iris and Mom and Me



I said, "You don't mean about us?"

"Yes baby," she said. "Look, it's just a matter of time before she realizes what's going on. I know she'll understand, don't you think?"

"I don't know mom, this isn't like telling her you're getting a tattoo or something."

"I have to Richie, we talk every day, she's going through this whole divorce because of lying, I feel as if I'm betraying her if I hide this."

I said, "Okay mom, but I'd like to be there when you talk to her."

Mom said, "I don't know Richie, that would make it difficult to talk...maybe we could work it out so you could listen in; how would that be?" So mom asked Fran over and I was near enough to hear and not be seen.

Mom made Aunt Fran a stiff drink and after some idle chatter, Fran said, "Okay honey, something's up, what's this all about?"

Mom took a deep breath and said, "Don't freak out on me...I'm involved with Richie."

I could imagine the look that Fran gave mom. She said, "Oh no, that doesn't mean what I think it means, does it?"

"Frannie..." mom said, "...It means even more than you think it means."

Fran said, "I think I'm going to need more than this drink..." It sounded like they had both taken a moment to take a few swallows. Fran said, "My God Debra, what could you be thinking...he's a boy...he's your son."

"No Frannie," mom said, "He's a man, and yes he's my son...oh Frannie, I didn't want to keep lying to you and I know you'd figure it out after a while, but try and shift your head and listen to me without a knee-jerk reaction that comes from everybody out there, and think like the sister who's always there for me. I didn't plan it Frannie, we love each other, we need each other. I know it's crazy when you think about it, and it was crazy to me too, but crazy things happen. Frannie we really love each other. That's the most important thing I can say, everything else is just..."

Fran said, "How long...?"

Mom said, "Over six months now."

Fran said, "Unbelievable."

Mom said, "Yes it's unbelievable, but it's a good unbelievable, it's real Frannie, it's not just the sex, it's everything."

"Fran said, "Jesus...is the sex good at least?" 

Mom laughed and said, "It's great Frannie."

Fran mused, "I haven't had sex in six months, and if you count my marriage, I haven't had good sex in six years." They both laughed and Fran said, "What the hell, I hope you know what you're doing...great sex huh...do you want to share?"

They laughed again and mom said, "No way lady, that was high school, this is my own sweet baby."

Before long they were laughing and joking and Fran said, "It may take me a while to get used to it, but I love you both, and I want to see you happy...now let's find somebody for me." 

Mom said, "Oh sweet Francine..." I guess they hugged and kissed and after talking for quite a while, Aunt Fran left.

I came out and said, "That went pretty well, mom."

She said, "I'm glad, I just couldn't keep on hiding it from her...I'm really happy, come here baby." She kissed me and undressed me, making me hard with her hand. I started to undress her, but she kissed down my chest until she got on her knees and took me in her mouth. I watched as she made love to my cock. She was moaning as she sucked and she squirmed as if someone was rubbing her pussy. My cock went in and out of her warm mouth as I tried not to thrust too deep into her throat. She stopped long enough to suck on the head, which had swollen into a full mushroom. She squeezed the spongy mass between her lips and licked around the helmet with the tip of her tongue.

As she engulfed my cock and sucked it hard and tight, I knew to the depths of me that I had found my ultimate sex partner. I said, "Mom, that feels so good...no woman could make me feel the way you do." 

She said, "Yes baby, that's what I'm always going to do, just love you." and then she went back to sucking her lover and her son. With practice learned in months of loving each other, her hands held me, and touched me, and rubbed me as she sucked. She knew how to make me explode into her mouth. Up to that point, my most intense orgasms were from coming into my mother's mouth. 

I reached into mom's shirt and bra so I could hold her tit while I came. She opened a few buttons and pulled the bra under her boob so I could hold the bare flesh freely. Her nipple was hard.

Just before I was about to crest, mom looked up and said. "I love you baby...come in momma's mouth." She knew exactly when I was about to come. She pressed my hand firmly into her breast.

I said, "Yes mom, oh...oh, yeessss..." and I shot the first release into her throat. She made a small moaning sound of approval as I fired more cum into her waiting mouth. After enough volleys to drain me, and fill her mouth to overflowing, my legs actually got rubbery. I came out of her mouth and sat by her on the floor she held me as we rested back onto the floor for a long time in quiet contentment.

The next day, mom told me that someone she knew was about to leave his job at the plant where she worked. She said, "I told them that I knew someone who knew computers and could fill in... I also told them...that it was my husband."

I said, "Oh?" 

She said, "Well I figured if you got the job, then there wouldn't be questions why we were always together and lived together, and...does it bother you?"

I said, "Mom it's great; I love the idea. I would love being Debra's husband."

Mom said, "You are my husband." I kissed her and told her I loved her.

So I went for an interview and got the position. It didn't pay a lot, but between the two of us we were doing okay. And the nice thing was that we could sit together at lunch and it wasn't a deal if we held hands, or kissed every now and then. A few people kidded mom about our age difference, but there wasn't very much of it because I probably look a bit older than I am, and since mom had taken to wearing make up again, she didn't look that much over thirty. 

During the following months, in addition to Aunt Fran, we got friendly with another couple and went out socially sometimes. Our sex life was very much in synch. We seemed to go through mutual phases where we wanted to do the same things for weeks. First it was sixty-nine all the time, then standing up, and then we couldn't get enough of doggy-style. I said that I thought mom had a great ass and she does, so it turns me on to drive into her pussy until I feel those full globes against me. I also like the way her tits move when I do that. 

On mom's thirty-ninth birthday, we celebrated with an overnight trip to Naples, which is about two hours south of us down the Florida coast. The first day was bathed in sunshine and we walked the docks, the shops on Fifth Avenue, and went to the zoo. That night in the king--size hotel bed, I didn't let mom do anything, except come. I kept telling her what to do, and what not to do, and she fell quickly into the game. I had her slowly strip herself and each time something came off, I attended to the newly exposed area with kisses and licks and sucks. When her bra came off and I began on her nipples, a little shudder went through her body that made me feel good. I held each breasts and sucked the large nipples until they were puffed and erect. I said, "Mom, maybe one day our baby will suck on you like this."

She was excited and pulled my head back to her breast and said, "You crazy boy." 

When I told her to take off her panties and she was completely naked, I had her lie back and spread her legs. I said, "Touch yourself with one finger mom, every place except your clit." She teased herself wherever she could reach, over her nipples and belly down to her wet vaginal lips. She raised her legs at one point and fingered over the pucker of her anus. I said, "Put your finger in there mom." She did and seemed excited by it; it gave me ideas.

Then I told her that she was not allowed to move no matter what. I said, "Now I'm going to take care of your pussy mom." I lifted and spread her legs slightly and began giving my mother head. She moaned as I took her in my mouth. I sucked and ate on her lips and hood and clit. Every time she moved in any way, I made her stop. It must have intensified her feelings because her moans got louder. I sucked on the clit the way she liked and I could feel the shiver that usually preceded her orgasm. 

There was an explosive "OHHHhhh..." from her as she crested and started coming. And then another as I took the nub between my lips and quickly flicked the tip of my tongue across it until she raised her hips and said, "OH God...AAAHHHH...RICHIE...I'm COMING, I'm COMIIINNNNG..." 

She ground her pussy in my mouth while she came. Her raised hips brought her off the bed and I held her ass in my hands while on my elbows. Sweet noises came out of her mouth as the orgasm rippled through her. When her ass finally came back down to the bed and she exhaled the relief of an exhausting come, I said, "Mom, you weren't supposed to move."

She laughed and said, "It felt as if I came twice in the space of seconds. You really are a crazy boy if you think I can stay still when you make me come like that."

I kissed her belly and said, "Well okay, I'll let you off the hook this time, but next time..." I opened her legs wide and stroked her inner thighs; they were soft as velvet. My palms glided over the silken skin and seeing her with her legs spread that way made me want to plunge my hard cock into my mother's sweet wet center. But I had already decided on other things. So I kissed along her thigh down to her pussy and tasted the sweet fragrance that her sweat and orgasm had produced. Within a few minutes of doing her, mom was excited again. She put her hands through my hair and this time I took her up quickly and without a break. I knew how to suck her clit. I knew how much pressure to use as I circled that erect bulge of nerve endings with the tip of my tongue. I knew when to press on the engorged swelling and not let up. And when I did, my mother came again. It was quick and it was intense. And there wasn't much doubt about her enjoying it, because she must have said, "OH...OH...OH..." about twenty times until she finished.

She said, "Wow, thank you love...you do know what your momma likes, but what did I do to deserve that?"

I said, "You don't have to do anything mom, you only have to be. And happy birthday."

She laughed and said, "If you're going to do that, you don't have to buy me a cake."

I said, "Mom, I can buy you a cake and eat you too." 

She laughed and then she said; "Now it's your turn young man." Most of the time when we didn't sixty-nine, we each gave the other oral sex.

I said, "No, tonight's your night mom." I worked her body up again with gentle touches as we kissed. When she was in my arms that way, and we kissed long enough to enter that dreamy timeless state, I could feel mom and Iris merge in my thoughts. When she was ready, I took her again with my mouth. This time I stimulated her pucker as I sucked her. I pressed in and she came as I fully entered her ass with my finger. It had been quite a while since I had started on her for the third time, and when she did come, she was wiped out.

She smiled sleepily as I held her and she said, "Can I have more than one birthday each year?"

I said, "Sure mom, as many as you want." She slept in my arms through the night.

When the first light began to glow at the edges of the curtains and I opened my eyes, I saw that mom was looking at me and smiling. She said, "I'm lucky to have such a handsome boy." 

I said, "I'm the lucky one, I have a mom that gives me everything I need."

"Is that true baby?" she said. "I want to." 

I took her breast in my hand and said, "Come show me how much you love me." I took the sheet off and mom could see I that I was hard. 

She laughed and said, "Oh you bad boy." Then she took my cock in her hand and bent toward it and said, "No, you good boy." She took me into her mouth and she sucked me up and down while she massaged my shaft and my balls. She stopped long enough top say, "I am going to give you everything you need." She moved energetically as she sucked me and made sounds to tell me that she was enjoying what she was doing. She stopped every once in a while to say, "I love you Richie." I could tell by what she was doing to my cock with her mouth that she did.

I watched my mother blowing me and I could almost feel the cum building up in my balls. As I went in and out of her mouth, I got the urge to be inside her pussy. I eased her off me and got on top of her. She looked beautiful to me as she opened her legs and smiled, a loving mother, waiting for her son to enter her. I penetrated the opening she offered me and entered her body. She clasped her arms around my back and her legs around my waist. She said, "Richie, don't ever stop wanting me like this baby."

I pushed into my mother's wet center and said, "How could I? You're everything to me now." I stroked into her pussy and told her, "You're my sweet Debra, my lover, and my wife..." We moved in unison as she met my thrusts and took me into her. I said, "You're my mom...and you're my sister..." 

She sounded choked up when she said, "Yes darling, yes baby, and I'll be everything for you, like you are for me...oh Richie..." She held my arms tight as she moved more excitedly and moaned with each penetration that drew me deeper into her belly. Mom was wet, but still tight enough to hold the width of my cock firmly. She welcomed me into the place forbidden to most sons.

I only hoped it felt half as good to her as it did to me. I pressed her legs back to bring them closer to her sides and that opened her up even more. I was a hitting a sensitive spot because mom was saying how good it was each time I reached it with the knob of my cock. I let one of her legs go and she pulled it back with her hand. I rubbed her clit as I drove into her.

Her pink pucker was exposed and I wanted to be inside her ass. Before I thought about it, I pulled out of her pussy and directed the wet head to the puckered hole. I pushed in quickly. Mom opened her eyes and said, "OH...RICHIE...OH...OH..." I didn't want to stop and mom didn't tell me to stop so I eased in and out slowly..." She made a sound that could have been an exhale or a little laugh and said, "God, you could have warned me that was coming." 

I said, "Sorry mom, you just looked so inviting. Is it too much?" 

Mom said, "It's okay now. Just go easy sweetheart." As I penetrated my mother's ass she said, "Ooohhh...that was a surprise...God, you feel so big inside me...you know, that's virgin territory that you're in baby."

I said, "I like that ...that's nice, and it feels so nice." Mom's muscles were milking my cock so that it was squeezed with each penetration. I could see how stretched she was around the width of my cock. I liked that I was the only one that had ever been inside my mother's ass. I was stroking as smoothly as I could without going in too deep.

She said, "Oh yes, mmm...it is nice baby." It was more than nice; it was unbelievable. I knew that I was experiencing a special kind of mother's love, and being inside her that way, I didn't think I could ever love or want her more than I did at that moment. When she got used to having me in her, she seemed more receptive, and I pushed in deeper. She groaned as the full length of my cock filled the tight space and then she said, "Ohhh...yes baby, that's good." There was a resistance and a feeling that her small channel was holding me fast, but when I did move in her, it intensified the experience. I pushed in and out faster and we both moaned.

I knew I would come before she did that way, so I started rubbing her clit as I drove into her ass. She said, "Richie...OH...that feels so good baby...my baby...yes do that, do that...you're always going to be my man aren't you darling?" I told her that I would.

All the friction from her tight ass got me ready to go. I couldn't wait to fill my mother's ass with my cum. I switched from the gentle massaging of her clit with my thumb, to a quick rubbing with two fingers. No sooner did I start that, than mom yelled out, "I'm coming baby...I'm coming...Ohhhhh, OH, OH, OH, OH, OHHHhhhh..."

As soon as she said that she was coming, I lost control and the first long cord of cum shot into her ass. I could feel the warm releases bathing my shaft as I more easily penetrated through her grasping ring into the depths of her ass. Before I finished I had pushed my cock into her as far as it would go and I felt her warm fleshy ass-cheeks against me. She said, "Oh yes, oh yes..." softer and softer as she came toward the end of her orgasm.

Mom said, "Oh my God Richie, I came so good baby...I didn't think that I would like that, but I like everything with you Richie." I pushed in a few last times and she said, "OH yes baby...give it all to your momma..." She pushed back on me and the last quivers of orgasm reverberated through both of us. 

We held each other as we always did after making love and mom said, "Whenever we're like this, I think that Iris brought us together, and that she would be happy for us."

I said, "I think so too mom; she's part of our love." 

The next day, before we went back to our small rented home, we took a boat ride around "Millionaires Row" and saw beautiful houses that we would probably never be able to afford. I had my arm around mom's waist, and I didn't feel the slightest bit of envy. She was smiling and seemed far away as we watched the shoreline go by. She said, "Were you serious when you talked about making me pregnant?" 

I said, "I'm not sure mom, there is a part of me that wants it very much; how about you?"

She laughed, "I guess I'm not sure either, but the idea of having your baby inside me...I like it." She turned her face up and we kissed, it was as sweet as the breeze that was playing around us.