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A Mother's Love

By: Sk8Age



Adrian walked inside flung his bag down and ran up to his room. He had just gotten home from school and had a monstrous hard-on from fantasizing about the girl who sat in front of him in Biology, Miranda Brantley. Long blond hair, well-rounded ass, nice legs, and big bouncy tits that bounced when she walked. Today she had been wearing a tube top that pushed them together and up. If you looked closely you could almost see her nipples. That thought made him groan. 

Reaching under his bed and into a slot cut in his mattress. He fished around until he found his target. Pulling the video out from under his bed he raced back down stairs and popped into the VCR. Flopping down on the couch and grabbing the remote he clicked on the TV and started the video. A big-breasted chick getting it doggy style popped up on the television. The guy was banging her furiously as she started to moan. Quickly unzipping his pants and fishing out his rock-hard member Josh quickly started pumping himself in time to the girls moans. He closed his eyes and pretended it was Miranda as the moans got louder and louder. He sighed in contentment as his first orgasm rippled through his body. Quickly fishing a plastic bag out of his pocket he quickly covered his dick so that his mom wouldn't know anything was amiss. After he was finished, he dropped the bag into the trash can, got another one, and headed back to the video to fantasize about Miranda some more.

* * * * *

Unbeknownst to Adrian, his mother Leslie had stayed home sick that day. Leslie was asleep when Josh got home, but the sounds of the television soon woke her. Not recognizing the sounds at first, she strolled quietly to the door across from the living room where Adrian was sitting furiously pumping his member. Her first thought was that her son shouldn't be doing this, and her second was her son was a well-hung man with a tasty looking cock. 

You see Leslie loved fucking as much as the next girl, maybe more, but her real pleasure was wrapping her lips around a nice juicy cock, running her tongue over each and every inch, licking the top of the helmet, the way the hot jism filled her mouth and ran sensuously down her throat. Leslie loved to give a blowjob. 

Throughout college she was known at the frat house as the girl you wanted at a party. Many a party had she spent in a backroom or a bathroom giving head to guy after guy.

Jerking her mind back to the situation at hand, Leslie realized that she hadn't performed fellatio on anyone since Jack had left. Jack was Adrian's father and he had left a little over 3 years ago. The only way to release sexual tension since then had been to pleasure herself. Looking once more enviously at her son's gorgeous cock she made up her mind. 

Creeping up till she was right behind the couch she asked casually, "Hey Adrian, what'ch ya doing?" 

Adrian's eyes bulged out of their socket and he tried to stuff his dick back in his pants and turn of the video at the same time. He was so flustered that he failed both miserably. Leslie quickly removed the remote from his hand and took his other hand in hers. She then plopped down on the couch and pretended to watch the video. She felt her son staring at her as he tried wiggling his hand free. After about five minutes the movie had reached the point that Leslie had been waiting for. On the screen the buxom blonde was down on her knees sucking off the man in the chair in front of her.

Gathering up her resolve, Leslie turned to her son and asked, "Doesn't that look like fun?"

Adrian looked shocked. He was so flustered that Leslie had to repeat the question twice. But he carefully said yes. That was what Leslie was hoping for. She quickly slid to the carpet and was soon sitting in front of Adrian staring at his lovely phallus. Adrian's eyes popped out of his head when Leslie reached out her hand and started stroking his dick. 

"Mom, what are you doing?" He asked in a squeaky voice.

"What does it look like I am doing son?" 

After giving it a few more strokes she dipped down and quickly licked the top of it. Her son's reaction was immediate. His already straining cock strained upward and he clenched the couch. A strangled whisper so low as to be inaudible escaped his lips. Taking that for a sign of approval she immediately went full throttle. She licked up and down, encircling his balls before licking up and down the shaft again. She then wrapped her lips around it and sucked it like a lollipop. Up and down she went luxuriating in the taste and the sensation. Finally she deep throated the whole thing and teased the swollen head with her tongue. That only lasted for 15 seconds before she felt her son grab her hair and push her down on his lovely cock. Soon the scrumptious cum shot down her throat filling her throat. Breathing through her nose she didn't stop sucking until she had swallowed each and every drop of the tasty jism. Finally she let go and leaned back, in a euphoric state.

* * * * *

A million thoughts were running through Adrian's mind as he shot his load into his mother's skillful mouth. How did this happen? Isn't this wrong? Damn, she is good at this. What happens now? Seeing his mother lean back, and roll her eyes upward, Adrian took the opportunity to jump behind the couch. His mother noticed this and stumbled upward. 

"What are you doing Adrian? Didn't you like it?"

"Yeah but I don't really think that…" Josh said hesitantly.

"That what Adrian?" His mother cut him off. "You don't think that I should suck your delicious cock again? That I shouldn't please my son and myself? You have the best cock I have ever tasted and believe me I have tasted a lot of them. Now as your parent, I am ordering you to sit back on the couch!"

Again Adrian hesitated. "Mom, I don't think that this is right."

Leslie's face looked downtrodden. "Right for who Adrian? It isn't right that I should be denied access to the best cock I have ever tasted is it? Is it right for me not to make sure that your life is as pleasurable as possible? How right was it when your Dad ran off and now I haven't had sex in three years? How right is that?

Josh pondered this for a moment. "I guess you have a point but…"

Again his mother cut him off. "But what Adrian? I have given you enough reasons. I am asking you to let me wrap my lips around your cock. I am begging you Adrian. Please!"

At that moment Adrian realized that the power had shifted. He, not his mother, was now in control. He could ask for whatever he wanted and his mother would be sure to give it to him. A wicked grin crept across Adrian's face. His mother began to look worried. 

"Adrian what are you thinking?" She asked timidly.

Josh's grin got broader. "Well, mother dearest, I am thinking that I will let you give me another blowjob." Leslie's eyes lit up and a smile filled her face. When Adrian continued though, his mother's face grew fearful. "But, there is one condition!"

"Anything!" Leslie exclaimed.

"That is what I was hoping mommy dearest. The condition is from now on you do exactly what I say, exactly, and I will let you suck my cock as much as you want.' Just thinking of tonguing his wonderful member made Leslie's insides seep. She was so hot right now that she would have agreed to anything.

"Yes Adrian. I will do exactly what you want if I get your wonderful dick." Leslie panted. She was so wet that it was seeping into her panties.

"Good. Now that we have a deal, let's get started." Adrian hopped back over the couch and plopped down. Leslie immediately tried to place her mouth over his engorged member. Adrian gently pushed her back and admonished her. 

"Not yet mother. Remember you agreed to do what I tell you too. And what you are going to do right now is sit on my lap facing the TV." Leslie started to protest but Adrian just pretended to put his dick back in his jeans. A look of horror became evident on Leslie's features and she immediately climbed on to her son's lap. The way she was sitting his dick was grinding into her spine.

Adrian put his arms around his mother's waist and started rubbing her ass on his lap. He then commanded his mother to kiss him. Leslie hesitated for a split second before turning her head and latching on to her son's mouth. Her tongue pushed open his lips and started caressing his tongue. While the two were lip-locked, Adrian moved his hand up his mother's shirt and squeezed her left nipple. Leslie jumped as if shocked and tried to pull her mouth away from her son's. Immediately, Adrian's other hand pressed his mother's head back to its original position. She wiggled for a little bit then stopped and put herself wholly into kissing her son. After about a minute of frenching and petting, Adrian released his mother. Adrian decided to see how far his authority went. 

"Now, slut, take off your shirt." Leslie's eyes popped when he called her a slut but she meekly removed her shirt with no delay. Leslie wasn't wearing a bra and her gorgeous tits popped out. The things were as big as a cantaloupe and very jiggly. 

"Wow," Adrian thought, "I never noticed but Mom looks a lot like Miranda!" Pushing that thought aside for further examination later, Adrian pinched each of his mom's nipples in turn making them go hard as a rock. "I am going to fuck your titties now cunt. But first you have to beg me. Don't forget you are my whore now. Let's hear you act like one."

* * * * *

Feeling Adrian's hands on her breasts made Leslie even hotter. Her panties were now soaked completely though and she longed to finger herself. Hearing Adrian talk dirty to her also turned her on. In college her boyfriend had been into talking dirty. At first Leslie hadn't liked it but after a while she had found that it excited her a lot. Laying herself down on the floor, Leslie started whimpering. 

"Oh Adrian, please fuck my titties. Please fuck me with your long hard member. Fuck my slut tits like a bull in heat. I am a slut. Please fuck me, Adrian. Fuck your whore slut mother. Please, Adrian!" Near the end Leslie was practically yelling. She was so horny! Her hands moved down to her cunt by reflex. Adrian had gotten off of the couch and was just in time to slap her hands away.

"Bitch! Did I say you could finger your slut-cunt? Did I tell you that you could play with yourself?" Adrian growled.

Leslie mewled "I am sorry, Adrian. Please forgive me. Please fuck your bitch whore mother. Please master. Please!"

A predatory gleam in her son's eye warned Leslie that he was going to do this hard. Adrian quickly straddled her chest and pushed her dirty pillows together. 

"Well now slut! You want me to fuck your titties?" Leslie's head bobbed up and down as best it could. "Okay then whore. I am going to bang you so hard you are going to have carpet burn. And then after that I'm going to make you earn your living, whore-slut!" Adrian pushed his Mom's breasts harder and slowly inserted his penis into the hole it made. "Oh yes Adrian! That feel's so good. Fuck your mommy's breasts. Fuck them hard Adrian. Squirt your lovely cum all over her!" Adrian slowly started thrusting going a little faster each time. Leslie lifted her head to try and lick the top of his phallus but Adrian clamped one had around her breasts and pushed her head back into the carpet. 

"I didn't say you could do that you little ho? Did I say you could do that? When I am done fucking your titties maybe I will let you suck me off but until then you just sit there and let your tits be fucked." Adrian screamed. With each stroke he was pushing his mother's bare back into the carpet. He was pounding so forcefully that if Leslie hadn't been in ecstasy she would have been screaming in pain. Adrian fucked his Mom's tits for about three minutes before he felt his cum welling up. 

"Open your mouth, whore-slut! I am about to cum! OH here it comes! You better get it all!" Adrian pounded off another three strokes before ribbons of white goo started shooting from his cock. Only about half of it made it in Leslie's mouth. The rest streamed down her face falling onto the floor, sticking in her hair, or collecting in the hollow of her throat. 

"You did good slut mom! And I bet that you want to have an orgasm yourself don't you? Well why don't you beg for it!"

"Adrian, please fuck me. Please fuck me like a whore slut. Fuck my slut-cunt! Fuck your bitch! Fuck me like the bitch I am!" While talking Leslie removed her jeans and doffed her panties. She turned over and stuck her beautiful ass in the air. "Fuck me. Fuck your slut Momma! Please Adrian!!!" Leslie was almost in tears. Her pussy was like an oven, her labia lips were standing out as far as they could, and there were reams of her girl-cum running down her thighs. Adrian reached over and slapped his mom's ass. 

"Okay then whore. I'll fuck your little pussy." Getting up on both knees Adrian grabbed his mother's rump and started rubbing it. Adrian placed his dick right in front of her lovely hotbox. 

"Adrian! Please fuck me! I am a bad little girl that need's a lesson! I need to cum Adrian! Fuck me Adrian!" Hearing his Mom's plea's, Adrian slowly eased his cock into his mom. He started thrusting rhythmically. His mother started to moan and reached down to rub herself. 

"Slut! I didn't tell you to do that! If you don't listen we will just have to stop!" To show his mother his power over her he stopped thrusting momentarily. Leslie was incredibly close to orgasm when her son stopped. 

She immediately became alarmed and raised her voice. "NO! Don't stop Adrian! Please keep going! Fuck your mommies cunt with your wonderful dick!" Adrian restarted thrusting in and out of his mother's twat as hard as he could. 

"Damn," he thought, "her canal is tight. She must have been serious about not having any for three years." Adrian knew from the videos that women had a little ball shaped organ called a clitoris that could really drive them wild. Reaching one hand under his mother's belly, he slid it down until he found what he was looking for. Not knowing exactly what he was doing, Adrian grabbed it as hard as he could. The pain flooded Adrian's mind for about 5 seconds before it turned into waves of pleasure that tipped the scales. She managed to hold on long enough to remember how to achieve simultaneous orgasm and then she let go. She clenched her pussy up as tight as it would go. She could feel her son moaning with pleasure as the orgasm rocked their bodies simultaneously. 

She was dimly aware of the fact that her son hadn't specified how long she had to obey him, but at that point didn't really care. She was riding on the waves of an orgasm three years in coming.

A Mother's Love



The young mother scurries down the sidewalk. She is filled with anxiety for the safety of her young, and she moves quickly as the twilight gives way to night.

Her world is a huge, frightening place filled with perils in every stride. She travels with silent agility towards the goal of keeping her family safe. Large brown eyes survey her environment intently; every foreign sound and smell poses a threat to the lives of her and her newly born offspring. Her heart races as she narrowly escapes the giant wheels of a speeding bicyclist.

Although one threat has past, dangers lurk all around her and the baby she carries with the utmost care. She veers toward the security of an enormous field; the scent of home is drawing near. Lush green blades of grass tower over her, concealing her and her precious cargo.

Despite the array of foliage shielding her, the menacing hoot of an owl paralyzes her with fear. The feathered monster flies overhead in just a few seconds, but to the tiny mother the threat lasted an eternity. Frozen in her tracks, too terrified to move, she waits.

Darkness envelops her and the baby as relative safety returns. The night doesn’t unnerve the tiny mother. Her large, black pupils make use of the scant light; satellite ears and an acute sense of smell tell her what her eyes cannot. With her senses alert, she continues on her journey.

The youngster she bears carefully in her mouth sleeps soundly, oblivious to the perils they face. She scrambles stealthily over rocks and twigs making her way towards her burrow. Her body is telling her it’s time to feed her family. She is reminded of the rest of her offspring waiting at their destination unprotected. This knowledge increases her desperation and she picks up speed, running agilely towards home.

Her quickened pace doesn’t dull her senses however, and she dodges beneath a fallen log just in time to avert the razor sharp talons of the owl. She huddles, trembling in her refuge. The baby she carries becomes aware of his hunger pangs and squirms in her mouth. Aware of his hunger, the young mother timidly pokes her little brown head out from their hiding place. She perks up her ears and scans the moonlit sky. The ruffle of feathers has gone and the sky is clear of danger for the moment.

She crawls out from beneath the log and stands perfectly still in the open night air. Again she surveys the environment to be sure the threat has passed. The pink hairless infant squirms more urgently and squeaks out his discomfort. The babies’ need for nourishment sets the mother in motion once more.

Swiftly, she runs through the tall grass. The cover of the foliage of the field offers some security; but her stalker can swift movement through the dense forest of grass as she runs. Each stride she takes, takes her and her infant inches closer to their home and the rest of her hungry brood. Fear mingled with hope and love are the driving forces all around her.

The site of her new nest comes into view. The nearness gives her renewed energy and a new burst of speed. The cry of the owl sounds again as a winged silhouette passes over the full, smiling face of the moon. The owl, one of the many embodiments of death, approaches swift as lightening. The tiny brown mother feels her heart ready to burst as she is pushed to her limits.

She presses on despite the quickly approaching demon. She doesn’t want to stop and hide, not this close to home. The last few feet of her desperate trek are the longest, yet she covers the ground quickly. Moving like the wind, she draws closer to home. The owl is closing in, she’s terrified, but her drive does not waiver. Razor sharp talons graze her, just as she decks into her nest.

Relief melts over her as the predator lets out a frustrated cry. She tenderly places the baby with his ravenous siblings. Exhausted from the traumatic ordeal, she collapses next to her young. She gives them full access to her full teats and nestles in close to them.

As her heart rate slows, and her hungry youngster begin suckling eagerly for life giving milk, all the tension in her body ebbs away. The comfort of six mouths on her teats makes her drowsy. She drifts into a deep slumber. She has kept her family alive one more day, and that’s all the matters.

~The End~



A Mothers Love



A very dear friend gave me the title to this piece of work after I read it over the phone to her. Thanks MM, for always being there for me and accepting me for who I am, no matter how depraved.

All the characters in this piece are a work of fiction and all, are over the age of 18

This is a work of fiction. It is a lesbian-incest story between a mother and her daughter, so if it is not your express idea of a good time, don't read it.

I hope you enjoy this story. It is my first submission, and unedited. Comments are welcome and PLEASE ... vote!  Thx ...Wn2tM  




Rachel awoke to the soft buzzing of her alarm clock.

Realizing it was 4:30 am., she lay there for a moment with her eyes closed, just relaxing. Her daughter was nuzzled against her, she could feel her naked body against hers from head to toe. She could feel Kendall's left thigh firmly pressed into her womanhood. She could smell the Jasmine shampoo of her hair, as her head was cradled into the corner of her shoulder and chest. Her steady breathing let her know she hadn't woke up. She kissed her daughter lovingly on the forehead and slowly began to dis-entangle herself without waking her. As Rachel slid from the smooth red silk bed sheets, Kendall lay flat on the front of her body and let out a small whine, and pulled the covers back into her.

Rachel went and visited the toilet, brushed her teeth and took a shower, then dried herself. She went into the kitchen and started the coffee, then into the bedroom and slid back into bed with her daughter.

Kendall was now lying on her back and had thrown off the blankets to her waist. Her face was framed angelically with her brunette hair spread out on the pillow, head turned slightly to her left. Her right arm lay flat across her chest at the base of her breasts. Her left was in a tri-angle shape with her hand under her head.

Rachel looked at her daughter, amazed at how much of a beautiful young lady she had blossomed into. High cheekbones, soft features, full lips. Button nose, long eyelashes, strong jaw line. Remembering last night, being tied up and tortured, a little minx mixed with devil, too.

Her breasts jutted upwards, towards the ceiling. Not large, but definitely not small either. Her nipples were soft, surrounded by dollar sized areola the color of pink roses. She had a flat stomach and a cute belly button. She was petite at 4 ft 11 though, still wearing junior misses.

****

Rachel was slightly jealous of her own flesh and blood, but proud of her too. She was proud because of the young woman she was becoming, and jealous because she had the body Rachel had wanted at that age. She knew her daughter was very attractive, desired by both sexes. She also knew Kendall had no desire to be with guys and that she, Rachel, was the only one Kendall had ever had sex with.

She felt a little guilty having sex with her own child, but she also remembered that her daughter had initiated it: Not like that made it right. Besides, is it really incest if it's mother/daughter, aunt/niece, cousins or sister/sister? Not like anybody has to worry about getting knocked up ...

Now that same daughter wanted to give her mother her virginity.

Woaw!! This really bothered Rachel.

"You made me mom, and gave me my virginity. It seems only fair that because it was made from you, that you should be the one to take it." The girl had said logically.

Not that it was logical to Rach.

"I'd like you to get a guy, get married and give me dozens of grand babies! Doesn't look like that's gonna happen either does it?

"Why not Sara? I see the way she follows you around like a lost puppy. Or Courtney, Annie, Skye, Porsche or any other of that bunch of myriad girls you parade around with?"

"Mom ..." she sighed.

"Oh wait, I've got a great idea. It's a real stunner! Why ... don't ... you ... let a guy fuck you and give you a baby at the SAME TIME?! Do things the way they were meant to be?"

Feeling hopeless, Kendall got up and went to her room, slamming the door.

Rachel went over to the bar, poured a double scotch and soda then downed it. Followed by another. Then another. On the fourth one she dropped ice into it, then walked across the huge living room to stand at the sliding glass doors. She opened it and stepped out onto the deck, admiring the great view she had of the city she loved.

The sun had just gone down and it was still warm. She leaned her arms against the railing with her drink wrapped in both hands.

Serves me right I guess. Never having any male role models around while she was growing up, she thought.

****

Rachel was perplexed. She still remembered the guy she gave her virginity to.

They had dated all through high school and he was the love of her life. She used to doodle in class, changing her last name to his, with and with-out her hyphenated name. They did everything together. He carried her books to class, picked her up and dropped her off from school, he even went shopping with her. They played sports and that was practically the only waking time during the day that they were apart. They sacrificed their friends for each other, and almost never fought.

They had a passionate relationship and he respected her boundaries, very uncommon for the times. She loved him, and felt he loved her. So, on their 3rd dating anniversary, she gave him her anniversary present, one that he would never be able to give back. She could still feel the pain of his dick sliding into her for the first time, and taking her maidenhood. He was gentle enough, and she felt they had made love. She remembered that they had unprotected sex 3 times that night, once for every year they were together. They slept in his car till dawn, entwined and naked, and then he took her home. She snuck into the house and her bedroom without her mom ever raising a fuss, and to this day she doesn't even know if her mom knows what time she came in.

But she does know that after that night, she never heard from him again. He refused to take her calls, wouldn't talk to her at school, refused to talk to her friends, changed his circle of friends and completely ignored her, like he didn't know who she was. She was devastated.

The only fortunate issue that came to pass was that she wasn't pregnant. She didn't know if she would have been able to handle that as well, anyways. To her that would have been the ultimate betrayal, the eyes of an innocent child to forever remember him. Born of love, and left to smolder into ashes.

Eventually the pain began to die, and turned to anger. When that faded it turned to humiliation when she found out the only reason he had been with her, was for her virginity.

He had decided years before that he was going to be the one who took her cherry, no matter how long it took. She found out that he had been bragging about being THE guy who did it. When she finally confronted him, he laughed at her, as well as his friends. So, that humiliation in turn became resolve. They say that what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. And she definitely became stronger.

Her resolve drove her feelings for him to hatred, resentment and disgust. She has no idea who Kendall's father is, but the sperm bank keeps records like that. Her hatred for him turned to all men, and she never let another man touch her, ever again.

As she stood looking over the city, all this came back into her mind.

There were several issues that perplexed her about this idea of Kendall's.

1. If I take my daughters virginity, will she hate me 5 years down the road? Like I still do with Jerry? So many girls hate the person they give their virginity to.

2. It's bad enough that I have sex with my daughter, but she SHOULD give her cherry to somebody else. Somebody she's in LOVE with.

She felt dirty even considering it. She downed her drink again, then went back for another.

****

The pair didn't speak for a couple of days beyond brief hello's and goodbye's with a smittering of small talk here and there.

Kendall stayed in her room when her mother was home and slept in her own bed.

On the third night, as Rachel was getting ready for bed, Kendal padded into her room and hugged her from behind. "I'm sorry mom, I was being insensitive to what you might think is right and wrong."

Rachel patted her daughters wrist and said, "That's perfectly alright sweetheart, you're still a teenager and not in your right mind yet anyways." She said with a smile that Kendall could hear.

Rachel never could stay mad at her daughter. She could also never refuse her. That's how Kendall wound up in her bed the first time, over a year ago. And has shared it ever since.

Which is why an hour later, Rachel lay naked and blindfolded. Her arms were tied to the bedposts while Kendall teased and tempted her mothers body into frustration. The taste of Kendall's sex was on her lips, cheeks and chin, and now Kendall had been torturing her mother for over a half hour. She would let her come close, only to slip away. Time after time, after time. Rachel was begging Kendall for release and Kendall knew she was ready.

She placed a towel under Rachel, then slid a finger into her wet crease to lube it up. Rachel humped the finger. She was breathing erratically, hard. She groaned deeply as Kendall sank the finger into the bottom of her depths, only to hiss as she removed it. She stuck it into her mouth and sucked. "Mmm, mom. You taste wonderful!!"

"You little brat, wait until I get my arms free. I'll show you!!"

Kendal slithered up to her mother and whispered in her ear, "Promise?" Laughing a devilish laugh, she licked it, and sucked the earlobe as she pulled away. Taking her place back between the open legs, she again stuck the finger inside her.

"Oh fuck Kitten, please don't stop again! I need to cum baby, PLEASE!"

"I can't hear you. Louder, mom!"

"PLEASE!" she yelled.

"Louder."

"PLEEEEEEASE!!!!!"

"That's better. One more time!"

"PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAASE!!!!!!!!!!" Rachel screamed.

Kendall didn't say a word. She slid her finger part way out of her mother and turned her hand over. She placed her other hand over her pubic bone and applied pressure. She buried her face into Rachel's pussy and sucked in her clit, at the same rubbing her G-spot inside. It took about ten seconds for Rachel to see fireworks, she heard herself screaming and then it all went black.

****

So, she lay there on her left side, gazing at her beautiful daughter. She placed her hand on her firm, taught, tan stomach. She played figure 8's on her, lightly tracing the skin. Her fingers danced around the navel, and as her hand slid under the sheets her mouth moved to her daughters belly button. Her tongue lightly caressed the navel's edges, Rachel's hand playing in the thin hair of her daughters mound. Her tongue slid across her torso to the base of her right breast, and she kissed around it. Upwards across the firm, jutting globe to the nipple, she took it into her mouth.

Kendall moaned and involuntarily spread her legs, while Rachel's tongue flicked her nipple and her fingers danced lightly along her outer mons.

Rachel threw the sheets all the way off, and climbing between Kendall's open thighs thought, Time to wake up lover.

She gazed at Kendall's nakedness, and lowered her mouth to her exclamation style lips. She didn't close her eyes. She never did when she ate her. She always loved to watch her daughters expressions as she manipulated her own flesh and blood in pleasure. She pointed her tongue and gently thrust it in between the lips, then drug it up toward the clit. Her hips gently thrust into the air, trying to chase the tongue as it left her sensitive flesh.

Rachel's arms slid under Kendall's body and wrapped around her thighs. She buried her face into her pussy and began to lick, kiss, caress and suck the entrance to her daughters womb. Kendall began to moan in her sleep and toss her head from side to side. She's waking up! Her daughter was starting to make her sex fluid as she became more aroused, so Rachel hardened her tongue and thrust it into Kendall's love canal.

A deep guttural groan escaped Kendall's lips as she thrust and held her hips against the face between her legs. Her hands grabbed the back of her mothers head and held her in place. Kendall never opened her eyes. Rachel's tongue continued to thrust into her daughter, and her daughter kept pace with her mother, thrusting her pelvis.

"Ooooh mom, I LOVE it when you wake me like this!!"

Rachel's tongue slithered from her vagina and licked to her clit. Surrounding it with her lips, she sucked it into her mouth and flicked her tongue across it. Kendall came apart in spasms, her body arching and thrusting. Letting go of her mothers head she gripping the sheets so hard her knuckles turned white.

"OH GOD ...... right there ....... DON'T STOP .... YeeeeEEEEEE"

Rachel's tongue stopped and went flat on Kendall's clit and she held on tight as her daughter thrust in spasms against her face. When Rachel knew Kendall's clit was too sensitive to touch, she kissed her outer lips and sucked her inner thighs. She drug her tongue up the outside of her lips, until Kendall was relaxed enough. She licked her daughters wet pussy clean, sucking her juices from her.

Kendall was watching her now, and as she kissed her mound Kendall said, "Come here. I need to kiss you, Mom!"

Rachel slithered up Kendall's lithe young body until they were in a lovers passionate embrace, lips mashed together. Kendall's arms wrapped tightly around Rachel, Rachel's under Kendall, cradling her head as they kissed. Kendall wriggled and mewled under her mother, her body dancing on the sheets to a lovers song.

Kendall applied pressure against her mother until they rolled over, with Kendall on top. They broke the kiss and looked dreamily into each others eyes for a long time, with Kendall pecking Rachel's lips lightly.

"I love you, mom. You know that right? That I really love you?" Kendall said lovingly.

"Yes dear, I know you love me. You've always loved me."

"No, mom. I mean, I love you, Rachel! I'm in love with you Rachel, mom!"

"I'm in love with you too Kendall, in ways that I shouldn't be, but I can't help myself and I am!"

Then she lowered her lips back to mine. Instead of the frenzied, passionate, sloppy wet kisses, what I got now where slow, tender and deep kisses from my daughter. When she made love to me that morning, she really made love to me. She did it with such a tender passion that when she took me over the edge, she left me crying.

As we lay snuggling afterwards and she was kissing my drying tears, that was when I knew. I knew I was going to give my daughter what she wanted.

I was going to let her give me her womanhood. 



A Mother's Love



The sun was setting as Angela Marshall drew the curtains in her living room. The forty-four year old mother of one reflected as she sat down and began to drink her brandy. Her twenty-one year old son, James and his new wife Caroline had just left for their two week honeymoon in the Seychelles. Angela's husband, Bob, had died tragically when he drowned while swimming off the south coast two years ago. If it wasn't for her part time job as a receptionist at the local solicitors in the town of North Heath in Devon, Angela was sure she would have had a nervous breakdown. James had been a great source of support for her as well.

James had just qualified as an accountant and worked for Terry, Gillian and Associates, accountants. 

It all began when James called to her house to announce he was in love Angela was ecstatic and very happy for her son. It was a pleasant surprise for her when James introduced his new love. It was none other than the pretty young woman who worked at Butler's Newsagents. Eighteen year old Linda Curry was one of the most popular staff at the newsagents. She was polite and courteous. She was also very helpful and kind, especially to the older patrons.

One day while alone with Angela, Linda explained that she never knew her parents. Her earliest recollection was being raised in the orphanage. She also spent a number of years being shuffled from one loveless foster home to another. At last, when she reached her eighteenth birthday she was able to do her own thing. She was lucky enough to secure employment in Butler's. The pay wasn't great but at least she could just about pay the rent on her flat and feed herself.

Another thing Angela discovered was that Linda was sadly lacking in a lot of basic knowledge, such as cooking, sewing and other things. Angela was only too happy to teach Linda these and other skills and the two became really close friends. Angela even educated Linda in good dress sense and James was astonished at the amazing transformation in his girlfriend. It was a transformation that he heartily approved of.

"Oh Mum, Linda was beautiful before but now you've helped her to transform into a Goddess," declared James. "Thank you," he said as he kissed Angela on the cheek.

"You're very welcome, dear. Linda is a wonderful girl. She needs all the care and attention you can muster," responded Angela.

James nodded. "Yes, I know. I love her very much," he said sincerely.

"I know you do, sweetheart and I know Linda loves you too," replied Angela as she took James' hand and squeezed it affectionately.

***

It was a year later and Angela had just arrived home from work. She was just getting her dinner ready when an angry James walked in and just sat in the sofa in the living room.

"James, what is it? What's wrong?" asked Angela anxiously, as she sat beside him.

James looked at his mother. "I thought Linda loved me. Now I'm not so sure," said James angrily.

"Of course Linda loves you, James. What makes you think she doesn't?" responded Angela.

"So why won't she move in with me then?" asked James, with continuing anger.

"James, the girl is probably not ready. It's a new experience for her. It's probably a shock to her system too. My God, James, what have you done?" asked Angela anxiously.

"I just told her we should give ourselves a break see where exactly our relationship is going," responded James as his anger continued unabated.

Angela stood up and with her back to James, clinched her fists and bit her lip. She suddenly swung around. "James, if you weren't my son, I'd belt you one and you'd richly deserve it, believe me. I might just do it anyway" said his mother as she fumed.

"Oh, so mow it's my fault..." James was could short by his mother.

"You know, James? You're like your father. You're so pigheaded that you can't see the obvious," retorted Angela.

"All I know is she doesn't love me," said James defensively.

"That's precisely what I mean, James. All I've heard is about you. Have you not considered how Linda feels? I bet you left that poor girl crying her eyes out, didn't you?" asked Angela angrily.

A pang of guilt swooped over James and he bowed his head in shame.

Angela grabbed her coat.

"Where are you going?" asked James uneasily.

"I'm going to see if Linda is alright and hopefully rescue this sorry mess," replied Angela before grabbing her car keys and leaving the house.

Angela made a brief stop at the doctor's office to see her friend, Doctor Catherine Reilly before finally arriving at Linda's flat. She could hear Linda's heartbreaking weeping as she approached the door. Her own heart was heavy and the young woman's crying made her hesitate before summing the courage to knock.

"Go away," came the voice from behind the door.

"Linda, please, It's Angela, let me in. I just want to talk," begged Angela, trying to hold back her own tears.

"Please go away. Hasn't James told you already?" sobbed Linda through the door.

"I know, dear. He's being very foolish and I told him so. Please let me in. I know I can help you. You can trust me, you know you can," pleaded Angela.

There was an eerie silence that lasted no more than a few seconds but seemed like minutes to Angela. There was a click and the door cautiously opened. Linda slowly and uneasily stuck her dishevelled head out. Satisfied that Angela was alone Linda allowed her inside. 

"Oh Angela. It's all my fault!" cried Linda as she wept inconsolably on Angela's shoulder.

"It's not your fault, dear. It's just the way things happened. You were unprepared. That's all," replied Angela compassionately as she held the young woman tightly.

"Why don't you tell me about it?" said Angela as she sat Linda on the sofa before sitting beside her.

"Hasn't James already told you?" asked the young woman.

"Yes, but I want to hear your side," replied Angela.

Linda took a deep breath. "If we move in together, we'll have to..." Linda's voice petered out.

"Yes?" prompted Angela.

Well, I've never done it before. I have no idea what to do. I'm so scared," concluded Linda, reddening with embarrassment.

"You mean you're still a virgin?"

"Yes," cried Linda as she stood up with her back to Angela, putting her hands to her mouth.

Angela stood up and put her hands around the distraught young woman. " Oh, My dear girl," she said compassionately. "There's nothing to be afraid of," continued Angela. She turned Linda around to face her and sat her back down on the sofa. Then she sat beside her and took Linda's hand. 

"Now, let's get this straight. You love James, don't you?"

"You know I do," Angela," responded Linda, sounding angry that she should be asked a question.

"Then the question is this. 'Do you love him enough to physically express that love?'"

"Yes, I do," replied Linda firmly.

"Ok, then the real problem is you don't know how to or how far to go. Isn't that right?"

Linda blushed as she nodded.

Angela put a hand on the young woman's shoulder. "I'm not your mother, Linda and even if I were, I'd doubt if would ever explain it right. However..." Angela reached for her handbag and took out a number of DVDs. "Will you sit and watch these with me? I think they will help you," concluded Angela.

"Alright," responded Linda, sounding sceptical. 

As the first DVD began to play Linda held Angela's hand as if terrified something would jump out and bite her. Both women sat silently. They gasped and laughed several times. By the end of the third DVD, although they would never admit it, they felt aroused.

"How do you feel about it now?" asked Angela.

"You're right, Angela. There's nothing to be afraid of." replied Linda confidently.

Angela looked at her watch. "My God, it's almost midnight," she declared.

"Thank you so much, Angela," said Linda as she hugged the older woman gratefully.

"You're very welcome, dear," responded Angela. "What will I tell James?"

Linda didn't get a chance to answer because at that moment there was a strong knock at the door. "Linda? Linda, please, let me in, sweetheart."

"It's James. He mustn't see me like this," said Linda in panic and dashed to the bathroom.

Angela discreetly put the DVDs away before opening the door to her son.

"Mum, you're still here?" asked a surprised James.

Come on in, James. Linda will be out in a moment.

When Linda remerged from the bathroom James rushed over and hugged her. "Oh Linda, sweetheart. I'm so, so sorry. I've been such a fool. I can't believe I've been so selfish. Please, forgive me," he begged.

"I'm sorry too, James. I do love you. I really do." responded Linda. She looked at Angela. "Thank you," she said silently and winked.

"I'll leave you two dears to it. Goodnight," said Angela as she left the flat and drove home with a smile on her face.

***

As the weeks went by all three settled into a routine. Linda would visit Angela for advice and chat. They would also take time out on Saturday to shop together. Then one weekend James and Linda invited Angela for dinner. It was there that they announced that they would be getting married. Angela was over the moon and very happy for both of them.

"So where do you intend to live?" asked Angela curiously.

"Well, we're confident we can raise a mortgage to purchase a nice house in the Northview Crescent area," responded James enthusiastically.

"Why would you want to do that? You can move into my house and I'll move to your flat. You'll save yourselves a lot of trouble," replied Angela.

For a moment James and Linda were silent. It was as if they had been stunned. Then James spoke up. "Oh no, Mum. We wouldn't dream of depriving you of your home..."

"The house is too big for me, James. It would be ideal for you both." Interrupted Angela.

Linda nudged James and then spoke. "What your mum says makes perfect sense James. There's plenty of room for all three of us. Even a fourth, if need be." said Linda as she looked at Angela.

James looked at Linda. "Are you sure about this? What about Mother, daughter in law rivalry?" he asked his bride to be.

"I don't think you have to worry about anything in that respect, dear. Angela and I are the best of friends and nothing will ever change that," declared Linda as she extended her hand to her mother to be and Angela took it and squeezed it affectionately. At the same time Linda took James's hand and held it.

"Well, if your sure..."

"I've never been more surer in my life, James, believe me," replied Linda with conviction. "So, are we all agreed?" asked Linda and all three nodded.

Angela and Linda moved Angela's things into one of the spare bedrooms and they worked together to decorate the rooms according to their different tastes and as the weeks went by Linda had been vindicated. She never looked at Angela as a mother but the mother she never knew. She even began to refer to her as Mum and this delighted Angela.

A few days before the wedding James had their respective stag and hen nights. James had his night in a hotel in the nearby town of Fenton while Linda had her night in the Grand Hotel in North Heath. She felt comfortable with Angela and the girls from work. It was probably the best night out she had ever had.

The following morning Linda woke up with a massive pounding in her head and a damp cool towel covering her forehead. "Oh my God, what have I done?" she struggled to say.

"Good morning," came a familiar voice.

When she opened her eyes, Linda's vision slowly began to focus. The first thing that struck her was the blinding morning light. She turned her head away and then slowly turned to where the voice had come from to see Angela sitting on the bed smiling with a mug in her hand.

"Oh Mum, I'm sorry. Did I make a fool of myself last night?" Asked Linda.

Angela gave a slight laugh. "Not at all. You only had a few drinks. You're just not used to it. How about breakfast?" 

Linda nodded. "Oh my head," she as she did so.

"Here, take these," said Angela as she handed Linda two pills. "And drink this. It'll settle your stomach.

Linda obeyed and took the pills before tentatively drinking the warm milk. "I need to shower and freshen up," said Linda as she struggled out of the bed and Angela led her to the en suite shower. It was then she noticed she was only wearing her slip. She turned to Angela. "Did you put me to bed, Mum?" she asked as he face reddened.

"Well, who else was going to do it?" responded Angela with a laugh.

"Thanks for taking care of me, Mum," said Linda as she hugged the older woman.

"You're more than welcome, dear," responded Linda. Then a voice came from below.

"Mom? Mom, are you here?"

"Oh my God, it's James," cried Linda in panic.

"It's alright. I'll get rid of him while you have your shower," instructed Angela.

Angela descended the stairs with a hand to her had feigning a hangover. "My dear boy, there's no need to shout," said Angela labouring each word.

James smiled. " Sorry Mum, it must have been quite a night," he said.

"Mmm," was all Angela responded. "What's on your mind, James?" asked his mother more firmly.

"Linda wasn't at work. I was worried. Is she ok?" replied James with concern in his voice.

"She's fine. She's just not used to the late nights. Is that all?" asked Angela.

"Well, no. I brought these over. They're the order of service. I wanted to know if Linda was happy with them," responded James uneasily.

His mother took the package from her son. "We'll look at them over breakfast and let you know."

James looked at his mother suspiciously.

"Don't you have work?"

"Well, yes, but..."

"Then don't let me keep you," interrupted Angela as she ushered her son out the door with a smile.

James looked up the upper window when he heard the sound of someone, clearly Linda, getting sick. "You're sure Linda is alright?" asked James as his suspicion grew.

"Go to work, James!" replied Angela, sounding a little annoyed.

James conceded that his mother would give nothing away. He nodded to his mother before getting into his car and diving straight to work.

Angela smiled as he left and then dashed upstairs to aid her stricken charge.

The week of the wedding arrived ad it was agreed that James, his best man Joe Ryan would spend the night before at the hotel along with Angela's brother, Dan Lowe, who agreed to give Linda away. Linda would spend the night at the house with Angela and deal with any last minute problems.

Later that night, Linda was lying on her bed in a simple nightshirt with her hands behind her head in thought. There was a gentle tap on the door. "Come on in, Mum," cried Linda. The door opened and Angela walked in with two glasses of red wine.

"Nightcap?" she asked.

Linda sat up. "Oh, I don't know, Mum. After what happened last time..."

"It's only a glass of wine," responded Angela encouragingly.

Linda nodded and took a sip.

Angela also took a sip. "So what were you thinking about?" asked Angela.

"Oh, how lucky James is to have you as a mum. How lucky I am to have found James. And..."

"Yes?" prompted Angela.

"Well, I was thinking how lucky I am to have found you too, Mum." concluded Linda.

Angela gave a beaming smile and put her glass down on the locker. Linda followed suit.

For a moment they stared into each other's eyes. Angela moved first as her lips approached Linda's and kissed her. Linda had closed her eyes as she felt Angela's moist red lips. There was a sensational feeling in her entire body that she had never felt before, not even with James and Linda could not explain it. 

Angela kissed her again. This time the older woman began to lift the nightshirt from Linda's body and the younger woman obliged by simply raising her hands as if in total surrender.

It was not the first time Angela had seen this young woman's naked flesh. The night of hen party, Angela undressed Linda and it wasn't hard for her to see what lay underneath her slip. Angela had not forgotten the wonderful sight.

"You are very beautiful," said Angela as she leaned over and kissed Linda's neck. 

Linda lay down on the bed and Angela stood up. Linda looked at Angela as the older woman removed her nightdress, revealing her own beautiful body. For Linda the contrasts between them were startling. Angela stood about six feet tall compared to her own five feet five frame. Angela's golden hair flowed down beyond her shoulders whereas Linda's dark curls were shoulder length. Angela's huge firm breasts dwarfed Linda's. Nor could Linda help admiring the older woman's long smooth legs. What intrigued Linda more though was the fact that Angela's pussy was completely shaved. There wasn't a trace of pubic hair anywhere. For the first time in her life Linda felt an almost crazed lust to devour another woman's body.

"Oh Angela, not only are you beautiful but you like Venus rising from the sea," declared Linda.

Angela said nothing. She simply smiled, clearly delighted at the compliment the young woman had made. She gently mounted Linda and resumed kissing her.

The sensation of Angela's silky smooth body touching Linda's aroused in the younger woman desires she never even knew could possibly exist. The sheer pleasure almost drove her wild. The wonderful tingling sensation as the older woman's breasts rubbed against her own made Linda give a loud moan. 

"Oh my God," she sighed several times as Angela's lips and tongue worked their way down her neck and then to her breasts. 

Angela expertly licked and sucked each of Linda's nipples, to her obvious delight as she continued to moan and sigh with each of the older woman's gentle touches. Arriving at Linda's lower body, Angela eased the young woman's legs apart.

"Ooooh," moaned Linda as Angela's tongue drilled through her bush covered pussy and proceeded to lash her clit. It wasn't long before Linda's orgasm erupted and she gave a cry of relief and satisfaction as a result.

A few moments after her orgasm Linda mounted Angela and copied her future mother's actions. When she reached Angela's wonderful breasts she took great delight in the fact that the older woman moaned when she licked and sucked her huge nipples. Encouraged by Angela's expressions of satisfaction Linda made a circular movement around her breast with her tongue and then as she dived into the deep chasm between Angela's breasts with her lips and tongue, the older woman shuddered with excitement.

Continuing down Angela's waist, Linda finally arrived at her personal goal, the older woman's bare pussy. As she gently prised Angela's wonderfully smooth legs apart, she began to gently explore this nether region with her tongue. As she tasted the pussy juice for the first time Linda could another wonderful feeling of excitement in her body. This was reinforced when, as she proceeded on her maiden voyage of discovery of a pussy, Angela began to moan.

"Oh my God, Linda. Keep going, keep going," she cried.

Linda didn't anymore encouragement as her tongue successfully drilled past Angela's pussy lips and for the first time in her life she began to lash a woman's clit.

Slowly, Angela's love juices gathered. The more Linda lashed her clit the louder she moaned. Finally, when she could no longer hold on to this wonderful experience, she gave a deep sigh of both relief and sexual satisfaction as her orgasm burst forth.

For a few moments Angela and Linda cuddled each other and collected her thoughts. Linda looked up and spoke. "Gosh Mum, you lasted so long. I wish I could do that," 

Angela laughed. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll teach how to do it." she replied.

Linda moved up and kissed her future mother. "I love you, Mum," she declared as she settled head on Angela's breast.

"I love you too, sweetheart," responded Angela as she kissed Linda's head.




A Mother's Love



Linda loved the feel of Angela's body beside her. It wasn't just the warmth but the silky smooth feeling of her touch made Linda desire that this moment would last forever. Eventually both women fell asleep nestled in each others arms.

***

Linda woke up to the warmth of the early morning sun as its rays beamed through the window. She looked up to see her future mother already awake and smiling.

"Good morning, sweetheart," she said.

Morning," responded Linda with uncertainty in her voice. "My God, what time is it?" she asked in a panicked tone.

"Relax, it's only seven thirty," replied Angela soothingly.

"Oh," said Linda with a sigh of relief. Then she looked at Angela again. "We did make love last night, didn't we?" she asked sounding confused.

"Uh huh. Do you have regrets?" replied Angela.

"Well no. It's just that..."

"Yes?" encouraged Angela.

"Well, I'm marrying your son in a few hours. Aren't you the least bit fazed by what we've done?"

Angela laughed. "My dear girl, what we've done is shared a mother's love. It's my personal wedding gift to you. The beauty of it is that you can have it for as long as you want it,".

"Oh I want it to last forever, Mum," replied Linda as she rested her head on Angela's breasts and wrapped her arms around her.

"Come with me, Linda and I'll show you something even more delicious," said Angela as she rose from the bed and led the puzzled young woman towards the shower.

Linda giggled as Angela began to soap her small breasts. As soon as the steamy water washed the soap away Angela began to lick and suck, making her future daughter moan with pleasure. Angela knelt as the jets of hot water sprayed about them and did the same with Linda's waist and pussy. Angela's tongue lashing of Linda's clit made the girl moan even louder and this culminated in her biggest orgasm to date. Linda gladly returned the favour as she followed Angela's example and copied her ever move, much to their mutual delight.

***

So it was that James and Linda were married in a ceremony that went off without a hitch. Angela now sat in the living room counting the days for their return. She looked forward to giving and she new her new daughter enjoyed receiving a mother's love."



A Mother's Love



Martin was thirty two years of age, slightly overweight, about six foot tall with dark hair, brown eyes and a goatee beard. 

He had arrived back home from a night out with the lads at around ten thirty, he had been unfortunate enough to spill beer down his new yellow Ralph Lauren shirt. He left his mates at the nightclub by mutual consent, no point in ruining their night as well! 

As he entered the house he saw a pink post-it-note stuck on the telephone; it informed him that his mother had gone around to see a friend of hers, and his father had gone around to his brothers to help with some minor d.i.y, job, with a few beers thrown in, both will be back late.

He took the chance to get out of his sticky beer stained clothes and take a bath. He went upstairs into his bedroom and selected a pair of blue boxer shorts from the drawer, placed them on his bed and removed his clothes and put them in the plastic washing basket. 

He then turned to walk into the bathroom, as he got to his bedroom door his mother Julia; fifty seven years old, black hair, brown eyes about five foot six with a nice pear shaped body. Although it was now showing signs of middle aged spread. Was standing at the top of the stairs. 

"I got home earlier than I thought I would" she informed him, 

"I guess so" he replied, embarassed.

She went on to ask him why he was home so early from his night out, and he spoke to her for about thirty seconds, when he suddenly fell in he was standing there totally naked. And he started to get an immediate erection. Julia glanced down to her son's enlarging penis. 

"I can always wash your back, if you want?" his mother asked him, 

"It's ok I'll do it myself," he said, suddenly realising how impossible it was. 

He entered the bathroom and ran the water, and once the water was at the right temperature he then got in. He just relaxed in the water and started caressing his penis, thinking about standing fully naked in front of his mother; this was not a normal occurrence, when she opened the door and entered the bathroom without knocking.

She told Martin that she was going to put some washing on, she had already put the white wash on. Julia motioned to Martin to lean forward in the bath, a thousand thought ran through his mind, mainly that all this was wrong. He should not be thinking of his mother in an erotic way. 

She then took the soap and dipped it into the water and lathered it into her hands then circled it onto his back, and started to wash in a circular motion, very gently. The touch of the soft skin on her hands, touching his arched back sent a tingling feeling that he could not describe, right through him. She then moved her delicate hands up onto his broad shoulders, she then rinsed his back with a soft blue sponge and leant him back against the back of the bath.

"It's just like when you were a baby," she commented. 

As she moved around and started washing his chest. She then washed his feet and lower legs and moved up his legs towards his penis. Which had now shrunk and become un-erect as he felt slightly unsure of himself, and the natural nervousness of his mother touching him. As Martin moved himself in the bath a splash of water splashed on Julia's multi-striped jumper. 

"Oh, you've made me wet now" she said, joking. 

And she pulled her top off, to reveal her rather slightly saggy but largely ample breasts. Now Martin's erection grew again. 

"Impressed, are we?" Julia said as she caught sight of Martin's manhood. 

"Just a little" he replied in an almost sarcastic manner. Almost expecting a slap from his mother for getting turned on by her breasts. 

"Good" she said, "It's nice to appreciated" she told him. 

She then leant over the bath and ran her wet hands over her breasts. She picked up the soap again and lathered some more soap into her hands and started washing her own breasts.

Martin looked on in awe as his mother was washing her breasts right there in front of him. She then asked Martin to rinse her breasts with the sponge, which he did. Julia then stood up dried her breasts and picked up her jumper and left the bathroom, as quickly as she entered it, with no response to his Question of where she were going.

Leaving Martin to wonder at what just happened. He masturbated over what had happened in the last few minutes and shot his load of semen before washing himself and exiting the bathroom.

Once downstairs his mother suggested rather needlessly, that they should not mention this to his father, Martin agreed, realising this was an amazing one off streak of oddity.

The following morning Martin awoke and looked at his clock, it was an hour after he should be up for work, he got out of bed and went to enter the bathroom. When he realised he could hear snoring from his parents bedroom, he poked his head around the door and saw only his mother asleep in bed. She must have overslept he thought to himself, he went downstairs thinking it might be the weekend, but his father was not there. 

He ran back upstairs into his parents room and saw his mother had turned, facing away from him, but she had taken the duvet with her, he could now blatantly see her full back uncovered. He lightly tapped her shoulder through the duvet, she grunted, starting to come around, and turned towards Martin. 

"Oh, Martin, what do you want?" she asked. In a rather groggy state.

"You haven't woken me up, it's eight thirty!" he informed her, 

"It's also Saturday!" she informed him,

"But where's dad?"

"Around his brothers; he didn't come home last night."

"Oh, sorry," Martin said.

By now his mother had turned to lying on her back, and the duvet only half made it's journey back. Julia's left breast, which was closest to Martin, flipped out of the duvet, revealing itself to Martin. And the line of the duvet exposed an almost diagonal line down the middle of his mothers curvaceous body, revealing Julia's complete vaginal area.

"Come in and join me! You used to like it when you where a baby!" she told him.

She reached her arm out to feel at Martin's growing erection through his blue boxers, she took the elastic and pulled down revealing his pubic hair and his manhood to her. Her other arm tapped on the duvet cover to her right, the empty side of the bed! Martin pulled his boxers down, leaving himself again fully naked in front of his mother, and walked around to the other side of the bed and got in. Martin got immediately aroused by the cotton sheets and duvet, although his own were cotton as well, the atmosphere made them feel different. 

Julia turned sideways facing Martin, her breasts rubbing against his arm, she took his hand and placed it on her breast. She let out a slight sigh as his cold finger tips touched her warm soft skin. He caressed her breast lightly for a few minutes. 

She then put her hand behind his head and eased it forward, his lips docked her nipple like a space shuttle docking at a space station. He sucked lightly on her ample breast, savouring each suck. Meanwhile, he felt Julia's gentle fingers caress his testicles, he almost shot his semen there and then. 

He moved his hands cautiously over his mother's body, feeling her soft pliable skin. She turned over in the opposite direction to her bedside cabinet. Martin took the opportunity to stroke his mother's backside, extending his middle finger to follow the line of her backside, she lifted her leg so he could find her entry. In which he inserted his middle finger. She let out a murmur of satisfaction upon his finger entering her entry, then after a few minutes turned slowly to face him with a pale blue plastic packet in her hand. Julia opened the packet and slid out the candy pink condom. 

Martin pulled off the duvet cover and let it drop to the bedroom floor. They could both see each other full naked now in all their respective glory, Martin raised himself onto his knees by the side of his mother, she lightly eased back his foreskin and slowly rolled on the condom onto Martin's erect penis. 

She then laid Martin onto the bed and positioned herself upon his manhood, she thrust herself upon him and they spent the next few minutes in sexual bliss. Finally Martin was about to ejaculate, he pulled out at the last minute removed the condom from his penis and shot his semen over his mother's naked body. 

He rubbed the semen into her pubic mound, gradually moving it towards her breasts. Julia then pulled herself up and took hold of Martin's penis, and placed it in her mouth. Removing all traces of semen from Martin's penis. 

A few minutes after, they were lying there together naked, fondling each other. Julia then mentioned that she had not had such good sex for a long time. Martin admitted that is was a lot more fun than he would have thought. 

The time was now nine fifteen, Saturday morning. 

"Better have a shower now!" Martin said, 

"Need any help?" Julia enquired,

"I think my back needs doing!" Martin replied, as he stood up from the bed, collecting his blue boxer shorts from the floor.

"Dad won't be home for another few hours yet, why not" Said Julia.



A Mother's Love



"So Harry what do you think?" Sheila asked, cocking both hands suggestively on her hips. She was wearing a matching bikini set, which left little to the imagination. She was practically falling out of her top, so heavy and full were her two breasts. The high riding bikini bottom showed off the dimples on her butt while draft tufts of pubic hair protruded from the sides. She had yet to be waxed. Harry was speechless.

"Is it that bad?" she inquired, standing before the full length mirror in the fitting room stall. "It's too young. Not age appropriate, right?"

Harry, mouth agape, shook his head. His mother looked ravishing. Age had treated her kindly. In fact, she seemed to blossom in middle age. The extra weight she had put on suited her and accentuated her curves. Her face that had always been pretty remained so, with the exception of a few crow's feet around her eyes which Harry didn't mind and in fact found enticing. She was full-bodied and unapologetic about her weight because, unlike other women, she carried it well. Most of it had gone to her breasts, thighs and ass, which gave her an hour glass figure to die for. As a young woman, she had been fairly flat chested, slim and narrow hipped; but now she was downright buxom. 

"No," Harry said breathless. "You look great. Any woman would be happy to fill a bathing suit as well as you do."

Sheila titled her head to the side and regarded her only son. "Ahhhh," she said. "You're sweet, but I don't believe you. You're too nice. I mean, how many people want to see an old broad like me in such a skimpy suit?"

"You'd be surprised," Harry said.

Sheila threw him a sidelong glance. "Really? Like who?"

Harry stammered. "I don't know. All kinds of guys."

Sheila smirked and left it at that. "Besides," she added, examining herself in the mirror, "the bottom keeps riding up my butt."

"So?" Harry said.

"So...everyone will see how fat ass your mother is."

"Mom, don't say that. It isn't fat. You have a lovely ass." Harry couldn't believe what he was saying. He had just complimented his mother's ass. 

Sheila let his off color remark slide and said, "You know what, maybe you're right. I'll keep it."

"Great," Harry said, grinning from ear to ear. 

"But what about you, mister?" she said. "We still haven't picked out a bathing suit for you."

Harry said he didn't need one; he still had his one from last year.

"You're not getting off the hook that easily. Here, try these on," she said, handing him a pair of board shorts she had picked out in the store earlier. 

"Here? In front of you?" he said.

"Where else? I need to see how it fits you."

"I'd rather not," he said.

"Harold Joseph Pickens, you're going to do as I say and you're going to try on these shorts."

"Yes, ma'am," Harry replied, chastened.

He took off his jeans and started to put the board shorts on over his underwear. 

"No," she instructed. "Take those off, too. Otherwise we won't know if the shorts fit."

"Mom," Harry said.

"When have you become so shy? It's nothing I haven't seen before."

Harry sighed and turned around so his back was facing his mother and he pulled down his underwear and stepped into the board shorts, which he pulled up around his waist. "See," she said, "that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Harry shook his head. But then to his utter dismay his mother kneeled before him and tugged at the waistband of the shorts. 

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"Why, I'm checking that it's right size, you silly goose."

"You're a silly goose," Harry said. 

They smiled. Sheila smoothed out the front of the shorts with her hands, her fingers coming within inches of Harry's engorged penis. She could just make out its outline underneath the fabric. It was longer than she remembered, thicker too. Her little boy was growing up. 

The next day, Sheila and Harry went to the beach. Sheila did the driving. They listened to the radio and talked about old times. They never failed to make each other laugh. 

"Mom," Harry said after awhile. "I'm glad we're doing this too."

"Me too. We haven't been to the beach in an eternity. How long has it been?"

"Since the divorce," Harry was quick to reply. Far from being sad, Harry was happy that his mother had divorced his father two years ago; he was a prick who didn't deserve her, Harry always said. 

"Has it been that long?" she said.

Harry nodded.

Sheila looked over and put her hand on Harry's thigh. "Listen, I'm sorry this has been a rough couple of years and I know I haven't always been there for you."

The feeling of her hand on his thigh was electric. "It's O.K. I'm just glad we're together now."

Sheila smirked to herself. Interesting choice of words, she thought. Together.

When they got to the beach, there was nowhere to change. "We'll have to hold towels up for each other," Sheila said. 

"O.K." Harry said.

As Sheila sat on the edge of the backseat with the door open, Harry held up the towel across her. "No peeking," she grinned and Harry closed his eyes. "Don't be silly," she said. "I was only kidding. I don't care if you look or not. I'm only your mother."


Harry opened his eyes but tried not to stare. Though he still managed to catch a fleeting glimpse of his mother's hanging breasts, even a flash of her dark areolas, and the dark patch between her legs. She stood up in her new bikini. "Your turn," she said.

They switched positions, Harry sitting down and Sheila holding up the towel. "No peeking," Harry joked and his mother smiled. Her eyes were still open. Usually shy and quick to dress, this time Harry took this time. He wasn't ashamed if his mother saw his burgeoning manhood, in fact he was quite proud of it. Of all the boys he had seen in the locker room at school, he was by far the biggest. Sheila noticed it, too, and she caught herself staring. She seemed disturbed. 

"What's wrong?" Harry asked once he was changed. 

"Nothing," she said, though she couldn't lie to herself. Her little boy was now a grown man. 

They frolicked in the surf, Harry splashing his mother, and they held each other under a wave, trying not to fall over. They laughed and swam and kicked in the surf. They were like a couple of kids. When they came out of the water, their suits clung to their wet bodies like a second skin. Nothing was left to the imagination. Harry could see his mother's semi erect nipples peeking through her top as well as the outline of her pussy lips. For his part, Harry's shorts molded his penis perfectly, showing off everything except the size of his balls. 

They lay down on towels side by side. "That was fun," Harry said. 

"Maybe for you," Sheila, "but I got a bunch of sand up my butt."

His mother didn't usually talk that way around him and the use of "sand" and "butt" in the same sentence had an arousing effect on Harry. 

"I'm sorry," Harry said.

"It's O.K." she said. "I'll dig it out later."

Harry wondered what she meant, wondered whether she would actually reach her finger up her butt and clean out the sand. The image of his naked mother fingering her asshole gave Harry an instant boner and he immediately lay down on his towel on his belly. 


"What's wrong, honey?" 

"Oh nothing," Harry said. "It's just a tummy ache."

"Oh you poor thing. Let me rub your back for you so you feel better."

Harry didn't argue with her and Sheila straddled his back, kneading his shoulders. 

"How does that feel?"

Harry's eyes were rolling back into his skull. He moaned. "Wonderful," he said.

Sheila smiled. "I'm pretty good, aren't I?"

"The best," Harry said. "And in more ways than one."

"What do you mean?"

"You're the best mother, the best dresser, the best looking."

"You're such a sweet talker," she said. "Keep it up."

"You have the best lips..."

"Keep going."

"The best eyes...the best face...the best thighs..." He looked up to see if his mother objected to what he was saying and seeing none continued, "the best breasts...the best ass...the best body." He stopped, waiting for his mother to say something, but she didn't. Instead, she rolled off him and lay back down her towel.

Sensing he had done wrong, Harry immediately apologized. "I'm sorry. I went too far."

Sheila was hugging her knees, staring off into the surf. "It's not your fault," she said. "It's mine. This was my idea. I brought us here. For all I know I was subconsciously planning for this all along."

Harry was confused. "What do you mean?"

"You're eighteen. Of course, you're going to act that way and say those things around a half naked woman, even your own mother. I should have known better. But I was being selfish. I was only thinking about myself and about all the good times we had here."

She faced him. Her eyes were tearing. "I'm sorry. Will you forgive your old mother?"

"Oh mom," Harry said and immediately embraced her. They stayed like that for awhile, hugging each other on the beach, rocking back and forth, his mother crying. "I love you, mom."

"I love you, too son."

Then their eyes locked and in the heat of the moment, half in tears, half in excitement, they kissed. This wasn't your typical mother/son kiss. This one had legs. It lasted and Sheila and Harry used their tongues to probe and polish each other's mouths. Instinctively, as if giving in to a higher power, Sheila laid back on the towel, while Harry moved on top of her, kissing her and rubbing his genitals against her crotch. 

Suddenly realizing what was happing, Sheila shouted, "Harry, stop!"

He immediately desisted and rolled back onto his own towel. His head was spinning, so was Sheila's. Had they just been making out on the beach, in public no less? Sheila stood up and started to gather up their things. "We should go."

They didn't say anything to each other on the ride back. Harry tried to apologize but his mother wouldn't hear of it. When they got home, his mother headed straight for the shower to, Harry assumed, wash the sand out of her butt. Once she was done showering, he heard a door slam. She had locked herself in her room.

Whatever had been troubling in the night was gone by the following morning. "Good morning, sleepy head. How did you sleep?"

Harry stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "Fine. You?"

"Slept like a baby. Here, eat your breakfast." She had prepared a feast. 

"Thanks mom. This is great."

"Enjoy it while it lasts. You can't live at home forever and have me be your cook."

"Why?"

"Because it isn't healthy. I was thinking about it. I think you need to go out more. Meet more people. Get a girlfriend."

"Mom, you know how I feel about girls. They're stupid and immature."

"Not like your old mom?"

Harry shook his head. "Not even close."

His mother laughed. "You're such a charmer. You've always known how to cheer up your mom. Are you done?" 

Harry looked down at his empty plate and nodded. She picked up his place and put in the sink with the other dirty dishes. 

"Mom, why don't you let me do the dishes for a change."

"If you insist," she said and took off her apron. "I'm going upstairs to take my shower."

"Good." As Harry stood by the sink, scrubbing and washing and rinsing, he thought about his mother's naked body in the shower. He could almost see it in his mind's eye: the heavy hanging breasts, the round heart-shaped ass and the dark patch of pubic hair. Other women shaved down there, but Harry preferred how she'd kept it natural. 

"Why, aren't you a good little helper?" It was Sheila. Her hair was wet and she wearing a white tank top and short shorts. 

"I try," Harry grinned.

His mother started to put away the dishes that were dry, but she couldn't reach the top shelves. "Here, let me," Harry said.

"Thanks. I'd forgotten how tall you are." She took a step closer to him. "How tall are you now?"

"Six two."

"Wow you're almost a foot taller than me. Turn around," she said.

"Why?"

"Just do it."

Harry turned his back to his mother and he felt her back up against his. Her head barely reached his shoulders. 

"That's not fair," Harry said. "You're wearing heels."

"O.K." she said, looking at him and stepping out of her high step heels. "Happy now?"

"Much."

They stood back to back again and this time Harry was much taller than her. Harry turned around. "You know what would make you taller?"

"What?"

"Standing on my feet."

"But wouldn't that be cheating?" she said.

"Not in my book," Harry said and facing each other now his mother stood on his feet. They were not quite eye to eye, but Sheila definitively felt taller. He hadn't this close to her since the episode at the beach and he caught himself gazing into her eyes. When she stepped off his feet, he was nursing a full fledged boner.

"Honey, you need to take care of that?" she said.

Harry blushed. "I'm sorry."

"It's O.K. Just go upstairs and do what you go to do to take care of it."

Harry knew what his mother meant, so he went up to his room, shut the door and started to masturbate. Standing in the kitchen, Sheila thought about her son, his pants around his ankles, stroking that large manhood of his. It was enough to make her stutter. When Harry was done, he came back down.

"Feeling better?" she said.

"Much," Harry said. He had evacuated the poisons, so to speak, and could look at his mother without having a sexual thought. But he knew this reprieve wouldn't last. 

"What are you up today, mom?" he asked.

"I don't know. I may go shopping. How bout you?"

Harry shrugged. Sheila hesitated, "If you're not doing anything, you come with me, but only if you want to."

Harry's eyes lit up. "That would be great."

At the mall, they held hands and attracted more than their fair share of stares. Harry knew why. His mother was gorgeous and here was this lovely woman on his arm. They passed a Victoria's Secret and Sheila could tell Harry was staring at the mannequin in the window. 

"Do you like that?" she asked.

"Umm, yeah," Harry said.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about," she said. The mannequin was wearing a black lace thong and a matching push up bra. "Do you want to go inside? I could use some new undies."

"O.K." Harry said, non-committal. Sheila picked out what she usually did, plain cotton panties. She could read the disappointment on Harry's face. "What's the matter?" she said. 

"Nothing. It's just that you're such a beautiful woman, I think you deserve better underwear."

"Such as?"

Harry looked around. "Such as these," he said, showing her a lacy thong. Sheila picked it up and held it up. "But it's practically floss," she said. 

Harry didn't say anything. 

"But I could try it if you like."

Harry couldn't believe what his mother had just said. He nodded coolly. Sheila picked a few thongs and g-strings in various colors and went to the fitting rooms. Harry held her bags and waited outside her stall on a bench. He could only see her feet below the bottom of the stall door and her feet and ankles as she threaded them through each new selection. Suddenly, her head peaked up over the top.

"Honey," she said. "Can you give me a hand?"

"Sure, mom."

She opened the stall door and Harry stood there, not knowing whether to enter or not. "Come in, come in," she said. "Before someone sees you."

The narrow fitting room was full of his mother's sweet intoxicating aroma. When she closed the door, he saw that she was only wearing a thong and bra. Harry tried not to stare. 

"So," she said doing a twirl. "What do you think?"

"I think you look amazing."

Sheila faced the mirror and pulled up the thong higher on her thighs and adjusted the bra. "Not bad for an old broad, eh?"

Harry was stunned. He could see the white expanse of her cleavage, the outline of her pussy lips and the shape of her beautiful round ass. She was practically naked before him. It had been over an hour since he had masturbated in his room and those old feelings returned. He started getting hard. Sheila noticed immediately.

"Wow," she said. "That didn't take long."

Harry apologized again. 

"It's OK. Just do what you go to do."

"You mean, here?"

"Where else? You can't possibly walk around the mall with a boner that size."

She had a point and he expected her leave him alone in the stall to jerk off but was amazed when she was still standing there, half naked, while he unzipped and pulled out his raging hard-on. Sheila tried not to stare. Harry sat down on the bench and started to stroke himself. It was bigger than Sheila ever imagined. After a few minutes, Harry sighed in exhaustion; he couldn't come. 

"What's wrong?" Sheila said.

"I don't know. This has never happened to me before."

"Here, let me try." And before Harry could object, she kneeled before and seized the base of his cock and stroked it slowly.

"There," she said, smiling. "How does that feel?"

Harry was besides himself. He was in Heaven. 

"Tell me when you're close," she said. "So you don't make a mess."

The pressure was building in Harry's balls and as the juices shot up from his shaft he tried to warn her, but it was too late. His mother's face and chin was covered in cum. 

"I'm so sorry, mom," Harry said.

Sheila wiped some cum from her eye and said, "Boy, that was a big load. Give me a head's up next time, will ya?"

Harry nodded. He couldn't believe his mother had just jerked him off and moreover he had cum on her lovely face, which was dripping his juices. Sheila cleaned herself up, dressed and together they left the dressing room. 

That night, as he lay in bed, he tried to jack himself off to sleep as he ordinarily did before bed time, but this time his hand was no good. No, after his mother's, no other hand would do. So he gathered up his courage and knocked on his mother's bedroom door. She was still awake and reading in bed. 

"What is it, honey?"

Harry was ashamed in asking, but Sheila was surprisingly obliging. "All right," she said. "Let's get this over with before I change my mind."

Harry took off his boxers, but his mother said to take everything off, including his shirt, which he did. She made him sit on the edge of the bed while she kneeled between his thighs. Sheila was wearing her new underwear and so Harry could stare down into the vast expanse of her beautiful cleavage. As she went to work on his dick, Harry closed his eyes and moaned. 

"No, keep them open," Sheila said. "I want to see the expression in your eyes when you come."

As the pressure built in his balls, he moaned louder and his mother stroked faster. 

"Oh god," Harry said, "I'm gonna cum..."

Sheila grinned ear to ear. "That's it, baby. Cum for momma."

Instead of dodging it, she opened her mouth and caught each successive rope of semen in the back of her mouth. She purred with delight as he kept cumming. She had raised a real stud. Sheila's mouth was almost full when he was done and she threw back her head and swallowed it all in one gulp. Harry was astounded.

"Ah, that hit the spot," she said and wiped her mouth. She slapped his knee. "It's time for you to go to bed now, mister."

"Ok, mom," he said and kissed her goodnight on her semen covered lips. 

Harry was surprised how nonchalant his mother was about giving him two hand jobs in the past day. He didn't know whether it was a one-time thing or whether it was the beginning of something larger. In any event, he decided to play it cool around her and not press his luck any further. 

The next few days they acted like mother and son to each other and as if nothing had happened between them. Yet Harry couldn't stop thinking about his mom and her body. They invaded his thoughts whenever he was daydreaming and instantly his cock would stiffen. Harry wanted more but he didn't know how to go about it. Then Valentines Day rolled around and he saw his opportunity. He bought her some red lingerie, a dozen roses and a card. 




A Mother's Love



Sheila was speechless when she found the roses and the card waiting for her when she got home. Harry was standing there. 

"Honey, this is so sweet," she said. 

"Go ahead. Open the card."

She opened it. Inside the heart shaped card it said, "Will you be my Valentine?"

"So will you?" Harry said. 

She hugged him. "Of course, I will."

Harry rubbed her back. "I got you something else for you too."

"What else could it be? You've already done so much."

He gave her the gift wrapped lingerie. "Harry, this is beautiful. I can't accept this." She help up the red teddy to the light. It was shimmering and low cut. 

"Yes, you can," Harry said. 

She hugged him again. "Harry, this is the best Valentine I've ever had."

Harry blushed. She noticed Harry staring at her. She bit her lip and said, "I'm afraid I didn't get anything you."

"Don't worry about it. You've done more than enough already for me."

"Wait, I have an idea," she said. She made Harry sit on the couch and she disappeared into her bedroom. When she came out, she was wearing the red teddy. Nothing underneath. The teddy was cut just below her hips, so you could see the bottom side of her ass as she walked. The plunging neckline showed off the deep cleft between her two breasts. She stood before him.

"So what do you think?"

Harry was speechless. She did a twirl. "I think it's a little small, though. What do you think?"

Harry shook his head. "It's perfect on you."

Sheila smiled. She put on some music and spread his knees. Then she started to dance in front of him, her hips moving to the beat. She ran her hands up and down her sides, molding her curves. Then she turned around and sat down on his lap. She could feel how hard he was and she bounced up and down on his crotch. Harry responded by pushing back. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled at him. 

"Take off your pants," she said. 

Once he was down to his boxers, she lowered herself back down into his lap. She could definitely feel his manhood now pressing between her ass cheeks. She took his hand, laid it on her tummy and ran it up her chest over her breasts. He could feel the fullness of her breast through the material. Sheila moaned as Harry caught hold of her nipples and squeezed them. 

"You naught boy," she said.

Then sliding to her knees between his thighs, she pulled his manhood out of his boxers, ran her hand up and down the shaft, and started to suck him. Harry had never felt anything so blissful. He watched in amazement as she mouthed his entire 8 inches. But what excited him more than that even was the hungry lustful look in his mother's eyes. She loved her son's cock and there was no turning back now. When she was done sucking him off, she got on her hands and knees on the floor. Then she lifted back her teddy, exposing her plump rear end to him. 

"Come and get it, big boy," she said suggestively to him, wagging her hips like a dog in heat. 

Harry mounted her and plunged every inch of his manhood inside her wet pussy. At first, he tried not to think of the woman he was fucking as his mom, but when he did think of her as his mom it made the sex even hotter and he stopped trying altogether to imagine her as someone else. 

"O Harry," Sheila said. "I want to feel you in my ass."

Harry pulled his glistening cock out of his mother's cunt and spread her butt cheeks. He loved how pink her asshole was. First, he ran his tongue all over it and then pushed his finger past the first then second knuckle into her ass. Sheila almost screamed. If his finger felt that big, she could only imagine how big his cock would feel. He pushed the fat tip of his cock up against her asshole and watched it slowly pop in, followed by the rest of his shaft which seemed up to be swallowed up by her ass. Sheila felt full and warm. She couldn't believe her son's cock was inside her. She gave herself time to adjust to the feeling of fullness and then slowly started to rock her hips back and forth. 



A Mother's Love



I am a 30 year old guy who has recently had his entire world turned upside down. I've been married for 7 year and have two son's, one 5 and the other six. My father, who was my best friend, passed away a little over a year ago. I have still not completely accepted the fact he is gone. 

After the birth of my second son my wife changed. She has lost all interest in everything including sex. I have to do most of the housework now. She just does not seem to care. Our sex life is pretty much over. She has absolutely no desire so we have sex about once or twice a year and then she just does it to appease me. My frustration became so unbearable I began to consider having an affair. I even had the woman picked out. She is older than I and is a coworker of mine.

I work at a plant and my shift starts at 10:00 AM. Since dad's death I stop and visit mom on my way to work. She looks forward to my visits and she lives right on my way to work. One day, during a visit, I told mom some of my problems at home. I felt more comfortable discussing things like that with dad but he's gone now. She listened and told me how pleased she was that I would share that with her. I didn't get into the sexual frustration I felt during that discussion.

A week or so passed and during one of my visits I talked more about my situation at home. This time I told mom everything. I told her of my sexual frustration, that I had not had sex in nine months, and that I was considering having an affair. Mom was horrified and upset by the whole mess. I regretted telling her. I told her not to worry and that I did not mean to upset her.

The next time I visited her she quizzed me about the mess at home. I appreciated her concern but was afraid I would just worry her more by talking about it. She told me she was very worried about my talk of having an affair. She went on to tell me my father had had an affair many years ago and how deeply it hurt her when she found out. She said she eventually forgave him but she could never forget it. I was stunned at this revelation. 

As mom and I talked she revealed things to me that she never would have discussed before dad died. Mom told me she wished she could give my wife some of her sex drive. She went on to say that since menopause she had had more of an interest in sex than she had when she was young and could not explain why. She even admitted dad had teased her about it. Mom, speaking in her most motherly tone, told me she was telling me this so I might understand that others have feelings like that and just learn to control them. I understood her point but it didn't help.

More time passed and mom and I talked very little about my problems. Then, one day, the subject of my proposed affair came up and I told mom the woman I had in mind. Mom was horrified. She couldn't believe I would pick someone that much older than I am. Mom reminded me that the object of my affections was just a few years younger than her. I jokingly told my mother that if she were not my mother I could be interested in her. I reminded her that she is trim for a 60 year old and looks great. Mom blushed and didn't say much. That ended our conversation.

The next time I dropped by mom's house I could tell something was bothering her. Her tone was more firm and deliberate and it concerned me. During our conversation she seemed to stiffen and she asked me if I was serious about this affair with the older woman. I said "yes". Mom again told me what a mistake that would be and she said I am prepared to do whatever it takes to keep that from happening. I was a little scared at this point because I had no idea where this was going.

As we sat there mom took a deep breath and stunned me with her next statement. She said that what she was about to suggest is horrible and disgusting to most people but she would do it if it would keep me from making such a mistake. She asked me if I was serious about finding her attractive. I was almost speechless because I knew where she was going with this. Obviously I told her I was serious about that. 

She looked at me and said, "When you need to be taken care of, and you know what I mean, then come by here and I'll take care of you...OK?" 

I was speechless for a moment. I asked her if she was saying what I thought she was and she nodded her head. 

She said, "Son, I've thought about this a lot and now you need to think about it." "If you agree it will be just between us."

I went home and didn't sleep well for several nights thinking about it. I was approaching year with out sex, except for masturbating, and I was so damn horny...but this was my mother! At first I was appalled that I was thinking about it but then I began to wonder what it would be like to sleep with mom. What would she look like naked? I began to think of all the stories about older more experienced women and wondered what kind of lover she might be. Mom had admitted she liked to fuck and my wife definitely did not. Thinking about this I had periods of feeling so damn horny followed by periods of feeling like a disgusting pervert. I finally made my decision.

I left a bit early for work so I could drop by mom's. I had not talked to her in a few days. As soon as we sat down at the kitchen table I just blurted it out. How do talk about this without it sounding horrible? 

I said, "mom, I want you to take care of me, that is, I want to fuck you."

I said it and I didn't want there to be any doubt in her mind because I didn't want to have to say it again. She took my hand and told me she knew it was difficult for me too. 

Then she said, "come with me," and we walked down the hall to her bedroom.

Mom was wearing the same robe she usually wore when I visited except today, once we stepped into her bedroom, she slipped it off and there she stood, naked. My mother was naked for me. I can't describe how I felt. Mom quickly pulled the covers back and slipped under them. Then she pulled the covers back on the other side and patted the bed. I undressed and got in bed beside her. When mom was young I remember how small her breasts were. They were A's and now they appeared to be B's. I think I was barely breathing.

Mom and I turned on our sides facing each other. Who would make the first move? 

I heard mom say, "I know this is awkward but just relax", and then I felt her hand wrap around my cock. 

I believe it was instantly hard enough to cut diamonds. I felt her other hand cup my balls. God, it had been such along time since anyone except me had touched me there. Mom smiled and told me it was alright if I touched her. I cupped one of her tits in my hand. It wasn't as firm as my wife's but it was much more willing. Mom's nipple was hard and it felt great. She was slowly stroking my cock. I was concerned I wouldn't last very long so I told her to take it easy. She nodded yes and then I kissed her. This was our first kiss as lovers. It was awkward at first but mom responded, our bodies were together, and my tongue entered her mouth. She let me explore her mouth as she gently sucked my tongue. Mom is a great kisser.

Suddenly I was so horny and so ready to fuck I thought I would explode. I mover on top of her as she spread her legs wide to receive me. She grasped my cock and rubbed the head up and down her slit being certain to touch her clit. I could tell that felt so good to her but I was about to explode. Finally she positioned the head of my cock at her entrance and told me to "give it to her". I was buried balls deep in my own mother but it was my first pussy in nearly a year and it was fabulous. 

I fucked mom like there was no tomorrow. My cock is about 7 inches and reasonably thick but she took it with no problem. As I pumped away, first slow then fast, she kept her eyes closed and obviously enjoyed it. I was getting close to cumming when it occurred to me that I didn't know if she cared if I came in her or not. We never discussed it and I was getting close. By now mom had her knees drawn up so I could get in her as deep as possible.

I mentioned that I was close and she cupped my face in her hands and told me she wanted to feel me cum inside her...and I did. I think I came a gallon! As my cock went limp and slipped out I lay down beside her. Mom commented that I must have been full. We lay there a moment before she got up and cleaned herself up. 

I got up and began to get dressed because I had to get to work. I told mom how much I needed that and she admitted she did too. I think we both knew our relationship was forever changed. Mom agreed to take care of all my needs if I would promise not to have an affair. 

Little did I know that my mother was far more sexual than my wife ever dreamed of being...but that's another story.



A Mother's Love



Mary slowly stretched out under the duvet, taking a few moments to appreciate the snug warmth, before she had to get up. As she lay there, she couldn't help but smile, because today was a very special day, a very special day indeed. For today it was her birthday, and her Mom had promised her that now she was almost a woman it was time for a whole new wardrobe to celebrate.

She couldn't wait until she got the to mall, and got to explore all the wonderful shops that catered to the younger crowd, no longer would she have to wear what her mother deemed as appropriate, which to her much younger mind seemed terribly old fashioned. No longer the plain blouses, the straight skirts, and blushing slightly as she thought of them, her plain, boring white smalls. Soon she'd have a suitable wardrobe to go off to university with.

When she arrived at university, she'd be like a butterfly coming out of its cocoon. She'd be transformed from the plain, dowdy Mary that her classmates made fun of behind her back into sexy, exciting Mary, a Mary that just "might" find a boyfriend.

She languidly slid a hand back under the covers, and let her fingers tap against her white panties, teasing herself. Her mind was wondering what it'd be like to kiss a boy, to feel his breath mingling with hers. 

That wasn't all though, she wondered what a penis would feel like, was it as good to feel as she'd heard? Was is good to feel one sliding into her? Her friends told her that it was way better than the handle of a hairbrush, and when he came, Oh the feeling of hot cum filling you up was to die for. 

Not that she actually knew, her mother had kept her on a strict curfew all her life, and it was way past the time she struck out on her own.

She couldn't blame her Mom though, she knew that her mother had had her young, that she'd been taken advantage by the school hunk, and then he'd abandoned her to raise their child alone. She knew the sacrifices her mother had made to raise her, and whilst she couldn't wait to strike out on her own, she understood why her Mom had been so strict about boys.

Reluctantly she withdrew her hand from its explorations and her daydreams when she hear d her Mom call. She'd been so close, so close to a glorious orgasm, but she was needed, and today, well her orgasm could wait. She had much better things to do.

Quickly she dressed, thinking that this would be the last time she'd have to wear such old maids clothes, soon she'd be dressed just like any other young woman who was off to university.

Her time in the mall just flew by, there was so much to see and to choose from, she couldn't believe it. The colours, the cuts, the styles, so many choices at once were almost too overwhelming for her. 

Every time she tried on a new outfit, she couldn't help but notice that the assistants kept giving her an apprising look. Each new look seemed to bring a nod of approval from them, and she felt so wonderful, so alive. She had never thought she could look so good.

Mary was aware that her Mom wasn't too happy about some of her choices, but her Mom put a brave face on it, and tried her best to approve of her daughters outfits, even if it was obvious that she thought some of them were way too revealing.

It was only on their way back did she understand her mother's distracted silence.

Her Mom told her that whilst she'd been trying out her new clothes, she'd received a reminder from the clinic that Mary was due in for a check-up. So instead of heading out for a family meal, here they were, heading off to the gynaecologists for her annual check up.

Instead of the normal route, her Mom took a slightly different one, telling her that since Dr Mackenzie was on holiday, he'd referred her to a locum. As they drew up outside, her Mom patted her on the arm, and told her that she'd wait for her, and that they could have her birthday meal later, if she still wanted to. "Of course Mom, that'd be great!" Mary reassured her as she left the car.

Once inside the clinic, the receptionist took her name, and gave her a look, a look Mary that Mary had a hard time interpreting. She couldn't decided whether it was predatory or pitying, and told her where to go for her check up. 

Slightly unnerved by the strange behaviour by the receptionist, Mary opened to door to the suite, and was pleasantly surprised to see that her Doctor was female and looked pretty young, almost too young to have qualified. Still it was much better than old Dr McKenzie. Not that Dr Mac as she called him was bad, it was just that he was the only man to have ever seen her most intimate parts, and that made her feel just a little uncomfortable. 

The doctor welcomed her in with a "Hi, you can call me Steph" and pointed to a seat by her desk. Mary quickly sat down and waited for the inevitable barrage of questions, which she duly answered, honestly and openly. Sue seemed quite pleased by the answers, only pausing occasionally to remark that Dr Mackenzie had kept excellent notes.

The next part was the bit that Mary usually dreaded, the examination on the gyno table. She always felt so exposed lying there, her legs held open by the stirrups, whilst Dr Mac sat looking into her most private part. Just the memory of him, caused her to blush slightly.

This time Mary felt much more relaxed, and she just knew that a woman would be more sympathetic, more understanding than any man could be.

As she wriggled a little, trying to get comfortable, Steph, quietly and efficiently worked around her, attaching straps to her thighs, her calves, and around her hips. When Mary questioned the need, Steph replied with that during this exam she'd be needing to make some delicate measurements, she couldn't afford to have Mary move around too much and spoil the readings.

Somewhat mollified, Mary settled down, and with a start realised that somehow, being held helpless like this was a little scary, but also a little sexy. She realised that she was like a helpless princess awaiting the attentions of a prince to awaken her.

She blushed, deeper this time as she hoped that she wasn't getting too moist, that her naughty thoughts weren't having too great an effect on her pussy, as it would be mortifying for that nice Dr Steph to see her like this.

Steph though just smiled down at her, and patted her on the arm, and with a knowing smile told her that a great many women had a similar reaction when the straps were tightened.

With that Steph briefly disappeared and returned with a cloth covered table, something that Dr Mac had never done. As she sat down between her widespread thighs, she told her that she was going to perform some different tests, tests that Dr Mac had probably never done on her.

Mary leant up and watched as Steph uncovered the table, and see was a little surprised to see that the cover his what looked like a man's penis on some sort of robotic arm. Steph noticed her interest, and with a smile told her that yes, it was exactly what her mind was telling her.

"If you didn't know, Mary" Steph told her, "There are special devices to help girls receive pleasure, that they didn't need to just use hairbrush handles"

If she could Mary thought she'd curl up an die with embarrassment, how could she know that that was her favourite way off getting off whilst she was dreaming about her first boyfriend, and that special moment when he took her for the very first time.

She was brought back to the moment when she felt Stephs latex covered hand brush against her pubic hair. With a deep blush, she felt her lower lips part slightly, exposing her intimate folds.

"That's a good girl" Steph reassured her, seeming to take no notice of her arousal as she continued to gently stroke Mary's mons, all the while lining up the phallic device with her open vagina.

Mary couldn't look, it was too embarrassing, here she was, tied down, whilst her doctor stroked her where nobody had ever stroked her and to make matters worse, she was getting turned on!

She tried to move away when she felt the tip of the device press against her, but Steph just continued to stroke her, and the feel of her touch was relaxing enough to enable the phallic intruder to slip into her, almost without her noticing.

She made a small face when she felt the tip of the intruder press against her cervix, and Steph carefully moved it back a little. "Comfortable?" she asked, and Mary nodded a yes.

Steph stopped her stroking, and became all businesslike again, "I'd like you to grip the phallus" she asked, as we need to know just how well you've developed your vaginal muscles. Not many women take enough care, and we need to know what your baseline readings are.

Mary did as she was requested and tried to grip the device as hard as she could, bearing down, holding it as tight as she could manage. Steph was busy looking at the readings on her laptop, and told her in a amazed voice, you're doing great. Not many women have such well developed muscles there, you must really take care.

This praise threw Mary a little, as she knew she hadn't ever done anything to improve herself "down there"

Stephs' voice brought her back from her musings, and she had to ask her to repeat herself. "I'm going to turn it on now, and I want you to relax and enjoy it" Steph repeated.

"OMG" Mary thought, Dr Steph wants me to cum, here, now, and she turned her face to the wall, trying to cover up her spreading blush. Mary bit down on her lip when the phallus started to slowly vibrate, sending surprising feelings trough her.

The pain in her lip, and the pleasurable sensations from the intruder mixed together, and she realised that she was indeed getting turned on. Steph's touch, when it came, somehow didn't surprise her, in fact she sort of expected the doctor to press and rub her latex hand against her mons, repeating what she'd been doing earlier.

Mary found she couldn't really move her hips at all, and the damned device wouldn't move, instead it just throbbed away inside her, sending shivering ripples through her. Although Mary had thought her first time with another would have been with her first boyfriend, she strangely didn't mind that it was Dr Steph.

Her breathing got ragged as she neared her first shared orgasm, and Dr Steph reacted by changing her rubbing action to one of tracing her fingertips up and down her fully engorged labia. This change of touch was all she needed and with a low, drawn out groan, she felt herself clench the intruder tighter than she had before.

The feeling of the slightly yielding phallic invader felt so huge inside her, she thought she's never stop cumming, it was that intense. She'd made it like she'd never had before, and all her spinning mind could think of. well if that's what its like with a toy, what would a real mans penis feel like?

And with those thoughts, Mary let herself drift of into a light post orgasmic slumber. She was barely aware as Steph slowly removed the intruder, and left the room.

Mary awoke, momentarily lost as she tried to make sense of the restrained feeling, but Stephs kind voice gently reassured her, and told her that they just needed one more reading and they'd be done.

Just the memory of her orgasm, there in front of Steph, caused Mary a moment of slight embarrassment, but she quickly got over it. If this last test was as good as the previous, well, it would make a birthday for her to remember.

She was almost looking forward to the device, and found enough nerve to ask Dr Steph was they were actually called, she couldn't help herself colouring just a little at the question, but she thought that now she was going to uni, she ought to splash out on something like these, just in case finding a boy took longer than she thought.

Steph told her that the technical terms were a dildo, for the non vibrating one, a vibrator for the other. "Dildo, vibrator" these names rattled around her mind as she watched Steph line up another device with her vagina. Seeing Mary's curiosity, Steph informed her that she was going to use a dildo again on her, as she needed to reaffirm the results.

This time Mary noticed that it was a little larger in girth than the first, but Steph calmed her worries, telling her that it'll feel just as good as the first one, and Mary hoped that she was right.

As the dildo slipped into her, Mary felt her body respond, her pussy started to moisten, and her labia puffed up again, getting nice and thick. She could feel the throb of her clit as the blood rushed into it, demanding her attention.

Mary relaxed when Steph started to rub her mons again, sending fresh shivers through her. As she tensed up, she could feel the larger dildo filling her, making her feel ever so aroused. Again Steph slowly drew her latex covered fingertips up and down, along her engorged labia, teasing her, and Mary could feel another great orgasm swelling up within her.

Just as she tightened up, just as the first wave of orgasmic contractions swept though her, she felt a sharp pricking deep within her pussy, but Stephs touch and the nearness of her orgasm just mixed up the pain signals, driving her to a shattering orgasm.

This time though, after she'd came, she found that her pussy wouldn't relax, wouldn't go back to normal. She could feel the walls of her pussy still tightly gripping the dildo.

"Steph?" Mary asked worriedly, "My pussy, there's something wrong with my pussy, it's all cramped tight"

"Don't worry" Steph reassured her, it's a perfectly natural reaction to the injection of Botox that you've just received.

Mary's head spun injection? Botox? what was Steph talking about? It didn't make sense to her, but Steph ignored the girls weak protests and carried on about her business as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

As Stepg slowly withdrew the dildo, Mary thought she'd be turned inside out, she was gripping it so tight. The slight speckles of blood she saw as it slowly slipped from her just added to her consternation.

Once it was safely out of the way, Steph, settled on her seat, and looking up between Mary's still widespread thighs, let out sigh, and said it was a shame, but her mothers instructions had been very clear.

Mary was totally confused now, what had her mother to do with any of this, wasn't this a normal gyno exam? And more worryingly, what exactly did Steph mean by it all.

She didn't have long to wait to find out, as she watched as Steph leant in close, and slowly blew across her exposed mound. The feel of the hot, damp breath on her exposed and still throbbing clit sent a fresh shiver through her, relaxing her a little.

Steph then took a bottle of lube from the table, and generously coated both of her hands, rubbing them together with s squeaky, squishing sound.

Mary was in total shook as she felt Stephs fingers expertly probe her still puffy labia, and start to slip into her waiting pussy. To start with they felt a little like the dildo, but as they continued to press she could feel first two, then three and eventually all four finger start to slip into her.

Whilst all that was happening, Steph head was lowering closer and closer to her clit, the feel of her breath was getting harder and harder, still managing to arouse her, even as a part of her mind worried about what exactly her fingers were doing.

Steph timed the moment perfectly, the moment she started to introduce her thumb was the moment her lips made contact with Mary's labia. Mary couldn't help but release another soft moan, the feel of Steph's moist lips on her lower lips was surprisingly nice, and she momentarily forgot about he hand that was almost inside her.

As Steph teased her, almost but not quite making contact with her engorged clit, she could feel her vaginal walls give, the tight clamped feeling was replaced with a series of little pops as her muscles were stretched beyond their limit.

The feeling of her innermost muscles as they gave way to Stephs insistent hand started to feel good, especially when combined with her excellent tongue and lips. She could feel herself trying to lift her hips, trying to get Steph to kiss her on her throbbing clit, but the hip strap prevented all movement.

She was gasping, in a heady mix of pain and pleasure as Steph slowly formed a fist, deep within her. The feel of her knuckles and thumb as it slowly slid deep into her, so deep that she felt a nudge on her cervix.

"Look" Steph told her, momentarily moving her head, allowing her to see Stephs arm buried deep in her. Stphs forearm was halfway inside her, slowly sliding back out, the knuckles of the fist stretching, scraping along her most sensitive walls.

Mary couldn't help but think that looked soo wrong, but felt so right as Steph continued to slowly fist her aching pussy. Steph lowered her head again and started to tease and torment her clit with the promise of a most intimate kiss as she started to twist her wrist inside her.

Mary could feel her pussy muscles, stretching, then snap as the fist expertly probed all the deep recesses of her cunt. in the back of hr mind she was aware that the Botox had paralysed her muscles, causing them to remain tight, and that Stephs hand was breaking them, making them useless, but somehow it didn't matter. All that mattered was the incredible feelings that the invading hand and her mouth were doing to her.

Steph paused momentarily, and relaxed the hand, letting it open inside her, as she placed her other arm alongside the first.

As she started to slide the first fingers of her other hand alongside the first, Steph took Mary's little bud into her mouth, and gently ran her teeth along the sensitive tip.

Mary's mind closed down as the incredible feelings of Stephs teeth gently nibbling on her clit sent an orgasmic shiver though her. Almost, but not quite enough. She could feel herself right on the brink of a shattering orgasm, but Stph released her trapped clit, letting her come of the edge.

Whilst she had been distracted with her almost orgasm, Steph had finished sliding her other hand into her, so that when she told Mary to look, she could only see Stpehs two wrists gripped tight by her well stretched labia.

As Steph started to close her hands, forming a pair of fists deep inside her, stretching, snapping, destroying the muscle tone of her cunt walls, she lowered her head again, and started to flick her moist tongue over Mary's exposed clit.

The shock and intimacy of Stephs expert mouth sent Mary straight to the edge of an orgasm, before tipping her over. As she started to cum, she could feel the two fists being forced deep into her, removing what little tone her cunt still held.

Mary was cumming, and cumming, one orgasm after another as the fists and tongue expertly played with her. The feel of Stephs mouth teasing and toying with her clit, the feel of the fists as they scrapped against her G spot, kept Mary locked in an orgasmic spasm.

She couldn't feel her cunt contracting, there was nothing left of her youthful pussy muscles, they were stretched beyond use, all she could eel was the throbbing in her clit and the feel of the invading hands as they played with the sensitive walls of her pussy.

Finally, the orgasms stopped, and Steph, slowly pulled her hands from deep within her.

Mary was dazed, she was totally spent, it'd felt like she'd played a full game of netball, she felt that tired. She could barely hold her head up when Steph produced a mirror, one like they used at the hairdressers, an told her to have look at her pussy.

Even though her mind was barely working, she was that used up by her orgasms, she couldn't stop a small tear forming at the corner of hr eye as she saw her ravaged teenage pussy.

It still gaped open, a deep, dark cavern, not closed up nice an tight as it should be. Steph, then in he best doctors voice told her that this what her mother had wanted for her. She didn't want Mary to make the same mistakes she had when she was young, and with a gaping pussy like this, no boy or man would want to fuck it. 




A Mother's Love



Thanks to her Mom, her university career was safe.



A Mother's Love



I was raised by my mother. There was no Father in my life, just a string of men who used my mother and then left her. We were very poor and had to share a bed. When there were no men present I slept with my mother. I loved when she pulled me into her embrace and told me she loved me. I remember the times she cried out of frustration.

I did my best to make her happy. I worked a paper route and gave her what money I made to her so we could eat.

"Ravi, you do not need to do this," Momma told me.

She said that every year for ten years.

"I want to, Momma. I love you," I told her.

The last time we had this discussion was on my eighteenth birthday.

"Do you really love me?" She asked walking over to where I stood. She had a strange look in her eyes.

Without waiting for an answer she pressed herself tightly against me. She grabbed my face with her hands and gave me a passionate kiss. She forced her tongue into my mouth where it dueled with mine. I could feel a stirring in my loins. My cock was getting harder the more she kissed me. My mind told me this wasn't right. I felt embarrassed. I knew she could feel my hardness nudging between her legs. I pushed her away abruptly.

"Ravi! What is wrong?"

"Nothing," I whispered as I turned my back to her and left the room.

I spent the rest of the day worried that I had offended her. What was I going to do? I love my mother and I shouldn't feel this way about her, but I did. I wanted all of my mother's love. I had what those men had, maybe even more than them. I wanted to do to my mother what they did to her. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted my cock in her mouth. I just didn't know how to go about it. I couldn't stand it if she rejected me for wanting her.

Bedtime came sooner than I wanted it to. I was almost afraid to go to bed with her. She went to bed at her normal time and I pretended I was busy with something. When I thought she would be asleep I took my place in the bed. I made sure not to disturb her. I hugged the edge of the bed, as far from her as I could get.

Just as I was falling asleep Momma snuggled up against me. I held still afraid to move. I felt her hand reach around to my crotch. My cock moved as though in anticipation. She slid her hand down beneath the elastic of my briefs. My cock rose to her touch. Her hand closed around my rigid shaft. I throbbed with want. Throwing caution to the wind I rolled onto my back and stripped off my underpants. Her hand began stroking up and down my distended rod. I moaned with need for release and I was almost there when she stopped. My hardened cock slapped down against my stomach.

Momma sat up and removed her nightgown. Leaning over me she pressed a "C" cup breast against my mouth.

"Lick and suck me, Ravi, my love. Momma whats you to do that."

I didn't need any more encouragement. My free hand she shoved between her legs. 

"Rub me there and put fingers into me," she said into my mouth before she kissed me.

I needed no encouragement. She was hot and slippery with need. She ground her cunt against my hand wanting more and more. My cock had remained hard and seemed to grow more with her cries of delight. Without too much notice she straddled me and guided my cock into her hot, slippery, cunt.

God, did it feel good to be wrapped in the warm, moist velvet of her. She began moving up and down my shaft. Her rhythm increased with her need and it didn't take long before I shot my load into her cunt.

"Yes! Oh, God, yes! I can feel you cumming!" She gave a long shudder and laid down on top of me.

We laid there for a while. I was happy and wanted more. Just thinking that made my cock twitch. Momma rolled off of me and laid next to me.

"That was a good fuck, Ravi. Momma really liked that. After you rest we will do it again. We will do it from now on. God, Ravi, I would have screwed you sooner if I knew it would have been this good."

She raised up on one elbow and smiled down at me. Her other hand reached for my cock, which was semi-hard. She gave me a quick kiss then moved down to my groin where she licked my cock! That felt strange yet good. She licked my cock all over. Kissing its tip she sucked it into her mouth. My ass left the bed with wanting to shove my cock down her throat. The sucking was driving me insane. I was on the edge, again, when she stopped to pay attention to my nuts. She kissed both of them, licked them, and sucked gently on them before she reclaimed my rampant cock. It didn't take long for me to reach my climax.

"I'm cumming!" I yelled, arching my back in order to get deeper into her mouth and throat. I shot my load into her mouth and down her throat. I couldn't believe that I didn't choke her. I could see my cum running out of her nose and mouth as I pulled my cock from her mouth.

"I'm sorry," I moaned. "I didn't mean to do that."

"I meant for you to do that. You taste great." She licked her lips and gave me a tongue dueling kiss.

I could taste me with that kiss. It wasn't gross like I expected.

"Now its your turn to eat me." I was informed as she laid down on her back with her legs spread. "Kiss me down there. Lick me. Suck me. Shove your fingers into me. Find the spots that make me squirm."

I did as I was instructed. I wanted her to cum in my mouth, like I came in hers. First I kissed every inch of her pussy that laid before me. I inhaled the pungent scent of her sex. God, fresh fucked cunt smelled good! I thought. I licked the outer lips of her sex before I delved deeper into her cleft. Her coral hued inner lips were slippery and salty tasting. Her scent was driving me wild! I sucked her rosy lips. I abandoned them to suck her engorged nub of a clit into my mouth. She arched her sex upward for more coverage. A low moan escaped her throat as her hands grabbed my head holding me tight against her cunt. Releasing the now elongated clit I directed my tongue to her pleasure hole where I fucked her with my tongue.

Momma pressed my face even closer into her cunt. I could only smell her scent which seemed to fill every pore in my face. The more she gyrated and ground against my face the deeper I wanted to go. By this time my dick ached with needing release. My balls throbbed with need.

"I'm sorry, Momma," I said, retreating from her dripping hole. I pulled myself up her body stopping only to give a quick suck to each hardened nipple on each glorious mound of tit. She shifted beneath me. Spreading her legs even wider was the only invitation I needed. I rammed my eight inch dick deep within her cunt with one push.

"Ahhh!" Momma cried loudly.

That excited me even more. I pulled out just enough to tease withdraw only to piston it deeper into her. She was taking the whole eight inches comfortably now. I fucked her and fucked her until she begged me to stop. I couldn't. I needed to find release.

I pulled out with my cock harder than ever and throbbing visibly to our eyes. My balls tingled with need. Momma smiled and rolled over.

"Ravi, fuck my ass. Shove that beautiful cock deep inside me," she whispered, whimpered, begged me.

Placing my hands on her plump, ample, ass I eased her ass cheeks apart. The puckered rosebud of her anus beckoned me. Without more that a moan escaping my lips I crammed my pussy-juice coated rampant cock deep into her ass.

Lord was she tight! I marveled at how she accepted every inch of me without complaint. I loved the tight hold her asshole had on my cock. I plunged in and out of its tightness rapidly, enjoying every stroke.

"Harder! Oh, yes, faster! Fuck me Ravi, fuck me hard!"

So lost was I in the sensations coursing through me that I barely heard her. I felt my balls tighten then I exploded my cum into her ass. I could hear Momma whimpering.

"Did I hurt you? Are you okay?"

I eased my semi-hardness out of her. She moved to lay on her back. Grabbing my hand she placed it between her legs. Her cunt was sloppy wet with cum. I moved down so I could drink our elixir from her cunt.

"You are a good boy, Ravi. You make your Momma proud and happy. When you are done there we will shower together."

I'll never forget my first fuck, it just happened to be my Momma. Years have passed. I still live at home and I still fuck my Momma on a regular basis.



A Mother's Love



"How deep is a mothers love?" That is a question philosophers sociologist and psychologists have been pondering for decades yet even centuries. Just how far will a mother go to protect her child?

In the animal kingdom, especially mammals and primates, that love is very deep. For example, never get between a mother bear and her cubs because if you do, you are asking for a world of hurt.

In the human race, we could very well say that most mothers are very protective of their children. Some would even go so far as to say that mothers would "walk through the fires of hell" to keep their children safe from harm. Let us look at a mother son relationship that had a significantly strong bond and ending up being much more than mother and son but lovers as well.

It started when Raylene was 18 years old. She was in love with her high school sweetheart name Raymond. Raymond was a year ahead of her in school and after graduation he did like every other able bodied man in his small town in eastern Tennessee, he would go to work at the local plant.

Raylene had just turned 18 and just started her senior year in high school when she got pregnant. Since she lived in a small "church going town," religion played a huge influence in politics and as a result, school board policy dictated that it wasn't "proper" for a girl to be pregnant in high school. As a result, she had to drop out of school. 

Raymond was a decent fellow and was raised with the belief that if you "knocked a girl up" you had to "make an honest woman out of her" which meant to marry her. He married Raylene and Raylene stayed at home and raised her son Johnny Ray.

Since Raylene stayed at home with Johnny Ray, they developed an inseparable bond. Johnny Ray was close to his daddy as well, but much closer to his mother Raylene. 

Raylene's uncle Frank who lived in Ashville North Carolina was the only relative who didn't "shun" them like Raylene's and Raymond's family as well as the "good church going folk of the town" had done.

The "church going people" in that town had no sympathy for them. "They made their bed let them lie in it" pretty much summed up the attitude of the "proper upstanding citizens of the town." Raymond's buddies at the plant were not part of the "upstanding citizens," so they all helped out when they could and the plant let Raymond get as over time as he needed." 

Together Raylene, Raymond and Johnny Ray had a good life. They made it by. Raymond was a good provider and Raylene's uncle was fairly well off with his various business interests so he sent them things they needed plus furnished them with a new 3 bedroom double wide trailer, completely paid for and got them a decent car to drive.

This "good life" would last until Johnny Ray was seven years old when tragedy struck. Raymond was killed in a plant accident and Raylene was devastated. Luckily Raylene's uncle Frank had convinced Raylene to get a 25,000 dollar insurance policy for both of them which Frank paid for and the money helped but only for a while. 

About 14 months later the money began to dry up so Raylene had to get a job as a diner waitress. She was 26 at the time and looked like a twin for "Tammy Waynette" frizzy hair and all.

The job was long hours and hard work but not as hard as what she had to put up with from some of the men at the diner constantly coming on to her, pinching her butt and making all sorts of uncalled for and crude gestures. Ralph the owner of the diner was a burly "bear" of a man and protected Raylene with no strings attached.

Raylene's uncle Frank tried to get her to move to Ashville but she was independent and said she would stick it out. Lastly when Johnny Ray was nine another tragedy would strike that would rip Raylene's heart out.

Jimmy Ray would end up killing a man and would spend the next nine years in prison. It happened when he got mad at a fellow who had been picking on his mom and took the gun his daddy had and went over there to just scare him. The man threatened Johnny Ray and the gun just "went off" and the man was dead.

The man was not "a respectable member of the town" but neither was Raylene's family. What made matters worse was the fact that a "good ole boy" DA and judge who also were "pillars of the community" and church members were on a "holy crusade for law and justice" and decided to make an example of Johnny Ray.

Luckily for Raylene, her uncle Frank called in the best defense attorney from Raleigh and because under Tennessee law a juvenile could only stay in prison a max of 10 years or till he was 18, he was okay. 

His lawyer petitioned the supreme court of Tennessee which was far more progressive and they ruled that Johnny Ray because of his age and other contributing factors could stay in a minimum security juvenile facility until he was 18. 

This facility was brand new and had a school so he could learn and he also received counseling. After he turned 18 he had the option of serving in the army for three years or going to a prison run work release job training program. Either way once he turned 21 he was free. No parole or probation to worry with. He would truly be a "free man."

Johnny Ray would serve his time and his mother would visit once a month and write him constantly. They still maintained their bond believe or not and Johnny Ray would grow up from a quiet immature scrawny "goofy looking" 85 pound knobby knee clumsy kid at age nine to a handsome popular well developed, muscular, well rounded and well adjusted young gentleman at age 18.

At 18, Johnny Ray was 6'1" 185 pounds with muscular arms and body from lifting weights and from working on the farm that "honor dorm residents" were able to work at. He bailed hay, groomed and played with the horses, and plowed fields. It beat sitting in a cell all day and gave him an outlet.

When Johnny Ray turned 18 he decided to take the "Army route." He finished the top of his class in Prison schooling and actually received a high school diploma as well as took college courses and was one semester away from an associates in Computer Information Services.

Raylene was very proud of Johnny Ray and they were still as close as they had always been but now Raylene saw him more as a man and he saw her as a desirable woman and latent feelings of lust would begin to surface and instead of fighting them, they let them take their course.

In the service, Johnny Ray had more freedom and decided to earn his Bachelors degree. He still had to "act right" or he could be sent to adult prison. Johnny Ray had developed "street smarts." He knew how to work the system and he played by the rules because it got him to his ultimate goal: Freedom!!!

During these three years Raylene and Johnny Ray would share letters and by 9 months in, they had gone from G-rated to practically XXX. Since his mail was "his own" and not censored, Raylene sent him pictures of her in lingerie posing as well as "soft core" nudies.

By now Raylene had been in Ashville for five years and was working with her uncle in his newest booming venture, a commercial as well as consumer data recovery and software design firm known as "Jupiter Data Systems." 

Raylene would come to visit Johnny Ray every four months and that was their "salvation." Johnny Ray was able to get a 36 hour furlough and go into town. The first time, it was close but nothing went on between them. The Second time, they went dancing and even though they didn't have actual sex, they enjoyed sleeping naked together and engaging in lots of good tender foreplay. The rest of the times they made out like two wild rabbits in heat.

It was a good thing that Raylene had had her tubes tied after Johnny Ray went to prison other wise she would have become preggers a long time ago because while Johnny Ray was still little, she had gone through a brief depression and tried to "fill the void" and make ends meet by having sex with men for favors and money.

Any how, Johnny turned 21 finally and was offered the option of staying in the service and becoming an officer or being discharged. He thanked his C.O. but he wanted to go home to his mother and his C.O. couldn't fault him for that, but let his know that of he ever needed anything, to just ask.

It was the 19th of December when Johnny Ray was discharged from the service and he received a full "Honorable" discharge. His great uncle Frank had connections that saw to that.

Raylene was ready to pick Johnny Ray up at the base located in Fort Campbell Kentucky. They would drive the normal day long trip in two days because they stayed at a motel half-way and "made up for lost time" if you catch my drift.

Johnny Ray would move into the Cabin his great uncle Frank had left for Raylene and they would get ready for a Christmas to remember. Frank came by and spent an early Christmas with them and left on the morning of Christmas Eve, just before the big blizzard was to hit

He was spending Christmas in Aspen with his new girlfriend and as a Christmas present to Raylene, he had turned over the reigns of the company "Jupiter Data Systems" to her and was selling his three other companies and retiring. He figured on what he had saved up over the years and what he was receiving from selling his companies, plus the fact that his girl friend's company was doing well, he and his girlfriend could "live the good life." After all, he was 55 and he wanted to "enjoy retirement" while he was still young enough to have fun. 

Christmas Eve came and Raylene and Johnny Ray settled in for the blizzard that had started just after sunset. They were going to have their own little "private celebration".

It was around 8:00 that evening and they had cleaned up from supper and got "dressed." Raylene was wearing an open, waist length see through white lace robe, white panties and bra, and white thigh high stockings with matching garters. She was also wearing a choker of white pearls. Johnny Ray was wearing a short sleeve grey t-shirt that had "ARMY" written on the front of it and grey gym trunks. 

They had laid two pillows on the floor(carpet) in front of a roaring fire in the fireplace, a blanket on the floor and a red and black plaid flannel blanket to cover up with.

They had put a porno flick in the DVD player and watched some of it but as the evening went on and they were engaged with each other, they soon lost interest in it.

They sat by the fire, sipped wine ate fruit and cheese, and romantically fed each other. They soon began to kiss and cuddle and Raylene would remove her bra and panties and Johnny Ray would remove his clothes and soon they were under the blanket in front of the fire making love. Let us join them as they partake in the carnal desires of the flesh. We will join them at midpoint. 

"Oh God yes-s-s-s-s- Johnny Ray baby," Raylene crooned. "Take me, have your way with me. I am your hot naughty little slut to do with as you please."

Johnny Ray and Raylene are in the throws of hot sweet passionate yet tender love making. Johnny Ray's and Raylene's warm naked bodies are firmly pressed together, limbs intertwined as they laid side by side facing each other. 

Their bodies move in perfect harmony and unison as they move together as one. Raylene's soft stocking clad leg rubs up against Johnny Ray's leg as they hold each other tight and softly and tenderly caressed each other's bodies.

Their kisses are soft tender sweet "butterfly kisses" as well as deep tongue probing tonsil swabbing French kisses. The aire is possessed a feeling of both soft sweet tender loving romance as well as hot passionate untamed carnal sex.

The only light in the cabin beside the one from the upstairs office in the loft room where they conduct everyday business with their Data Recovery and software development company known as Jupiter Data Systems is from the fireplace they are laying in front of and the light from a erotic movie that is still playing in the DVD player. They have long since lost interest in it, seeing they are starring in their own private version of one, even though it isn't being filmed.

The ambient light from the fire casts a halo around Raylene's naturally curly(frizzy) shoulder length honey golden hair and her fair creamy skin glistens in the light of the fire. Her crystal ice blue eyes reflect the flames in the fireplace but the flame of desire burning deep within Raylene is far more intense.

Outside, a moderately falling snow is coming down, blanketing the surrounding area so far with about 4-6 inches of snow since it had started three hours ago. Forecasts call for up to 12-16 inches of snow by tomorrow evening from the blizzard which hit the area of their mountain cabin they share in the Appalachia Region of North Carolina(just outside of Ashville to be exact).

The temperature outside is around 15-20 degrees with a wind chill close to minus five degrees. Even though the weather outside is cold and harsh, inside it is warm and cozy and the temperature between our two lovers is reaching temperatures hot enough to turn solid iron into molten liquid metal. 

Johnny Ray turns Raylene over so she is on her back and Johnny Ray lays his 6'1" 185 pound muscular body on top of Raylene's soft sweet supple 5'4" 120 pound 34C-24-34 frame. Johnny Ray continues to kiss Raylene then begins to move his way down her soft warm body.

As Johnny Ray continues to kiss her, Raylene purrs like a contented kitten safe in its owner's safe and loving arms, not only because of the carnal sensual pleasure it makes her feel, but also because Raylene feels safe and secure when she is in the protective muscular arms of her love Johnny Ray.

Raylene feels like nothing can touch her when she is with Johnny Ray and she knows that Johnny Ray will be there to protect her and keep her safe from all harm.

Johnny Ray begins to nibble the flesh around Raylene's neck and under her chin. This causes Raylene to stir and she moaned lustfully.

"Mmmmmm baby," Raylene coos as Johnny Ray kisses and nibbles at her neck. He then proceeds down her body until he reaches her supple breasts which are glowing, bathed in the light of the fire.

Oh yes-s-s-s-s-s-s Johnny Ray, let mommy nurse you," Raylene croons as Johnny Ray sucks on and runs his tongue around her pink perky nipples

Johnny Ray spends about five minutes on each breast then he moves his down her body He kisses her stomach and runs his tongue around her belly button and then finally reaches her pubic region.

Raylene's legs instinctively part as she allows him full access to her nicely trimmed oh so perfectly pink pussy. Johnny Ray is intoxicated as he inhales the musky scent of Raylene's womanhood. 

Johnny Ray softly kisses the slit of Raylene's pussy and gently licks it up and down a couple time then decides he will "tease her." Johnny Ray starts at the inside of her right leg near the ankle and kisses his way up the inside of her leg ever so slowly making the tease that much more intense until he gets to her pussy again. He then softly kisses it and repeats the procedure with the other leg.

By now Raylene is begging for "sweet release." Even though he is teasing her, Johnny Ray is not heartless. Once he reaches her pussy region this time, he "pleases" her.

Johnny Ray spends the next ten to fifteen minutes bringing Raylene off to orgasm after orgasm. "Oh God yes-s-s-s-s-s-s-s," Raylene screams "Make mommy cum!!"

Raylene grabs Johnny Ray's short brownish blonde hair and holds his head up to her pussy as Johnny Ray uses his tongue and two fingers like a little cock to bring Raylene off to countless orgasms. Raylene even bucks up her hips to fuck Johnny Ray's face and covers Johnny Ray's mouth with her sweet sticky cream.

"Oh God baby," Raylene pants and then turns Johnny Ray over so that he is on his back and she is laying on top of him. "Let mommy return the favor," Raylene says with a naughty grin and spends the next 15 minutes giving Johnny Ray a blow job he will never forget.

Raylene takes her mouth and places it on Johnny Ray's throbbing erect 8 inch cock and takes it all the way down as she sucks him like a vacuum cleaner. She runs her tongue around the sides of Johnny Ray's cock head and licks the back of his shaft with her tongue and strokes his cock with her hand.

It isn't long until Johnny Ray feels his cock swell with cum and he can't hold it back much longer. He lets Raylene know he is on the verge of cumming and Raylene just smiles and goes all the way down on his cock. Just then, Johnny Ray erupts spewing his jism into Raylene's waiting mouth and she drinks it all down without missing a drop.

Raylene continues to suck on Johnny Ray's cock until it is hard again and she then mounts his cock and begins to ride him cowgirl style.

As Raylene raises her body up, the red and black plaid flannel blanket that had been covering her body now falls to the floor behind her and she removes the white lace top she had been wearing and proceeds to slowly ride Johnny Ray.

Raylene's sweet wet pussy grips the sides of Johnny Ray's cock and milks it for all it is worth. Raylene makes slow long intense fucking motions and Johnny Ray places his hands on the sides of Raylene's hips to guide her motions.

Raylene can feel the orgasm build inside her body as Johnny Ray's hard rigid tool thrusts in and out of her pussy.

"Oh yes baby make me cum," Raylene moans lustfully and she continues working it.

Johnny Ray can feel his cock begin to tingle and swell with cum and he knows it wont be much longer until he spunks another load.

"Oh God I'm cumming," he groans to which Raylene replies "Gimme all of you baby. I wanna feel your hot manhood deep inside of me."

Within less than a minute, Johnny Ray's cock is fully cocked and fires its hot load of spunk deep into Raylene's waiting pussy. 

"Oh yes baby," Raylene croons "Gimme more of you."

Raylene dismounts Johnny Ray and they lay side by side as they kiss, cuddle and caress while they "recharge their batteries." They enjoy 30 minutes of sweet tender romance and soft touching as their bodies rub together and their passions resurge to new heights Once they are ready, Johnny Ray turns Raylene over so she is on her back.

Raylene spreads her legs wide, allowing Johnny Ray to thrust his again rigid pulsating cock deep into her pussy. Raylene's soft sweet stocking clad legs close around Johnny Ray's body and pulls him in as she locks her ankles not letting him move.

They fuck very slowly missionary style, focusing on each other and trying to join their hearts minds and spirits as one. It works because soon they are moving in unison as one and they are joined together in body soul mind and spirit.

As they continue to make love, the world around them slowly slips away and soon time and space is suspended and has no meaning for them. All they can hear is the beating of each other's heart.

Raylene and Johnny Ray spend the next five to ten minutes locked in sensual pleasures. They mystically can feel each other's pleasures and know how to please the other without saying a word. Johnny Ray can tell Raylene is on the verge of cumming and repositions himself so that the timing of their orgasms will be in sync.

Their passions rise like a tide and crescendo together and finally they both cum in unison. Johnny Ray spunks his load deep into Raylene's eagerly waiting pussy just as she floods his cock with her sweet sticky cream. Just as they had cum together, the grandfather's clock has chimed and strikes midnight.

They both fall together and collapse as they cum down from their orgasmic high. Raylene and Johnny Ray spend the next 15 minutes kissing caressing and just enjoying the "afterglow." Their bodies are pressed together as they lie side by side, Johnny Ray's cock still buried inside of Raylene's soft wet pussy.

They share soft sweet tender "butterfly kisses" as their lips softly meet. They hold each other tight close together and their bodies rub together as they move as one. Their limbs intertwine and even though the world has come back into focus, they pay it no mind. They are still drunk on the nectar of their passion to even care.




A Mother's Love



Just then the clock chimes fifteen minutes after the hour and Raylene looks up at the clock and notices it is fifteen minutes after midnight.

"Merry Christmas my beloved," Raylene softly whispers into Johnny Ray's ear.

"Huh, what," Johnny Ray replies as he stops kissing and "reluctantly returns to his senses" Oh yeah it is Christmas, isn't it," Johnny Ray replies smiling. "Merry Christmas ma, I mean Raylene," Johnny Ray says trying to remember to now call Raylene by her name instead of mom.

"Look it's still snowing," Raylene says as she looks out the window and the snow is still coming down at a moderately fast rate. 

"I wonder if its gonna snow all night?" Johnny Ray asks sleepy eyed.

"Dun no, I guess we will find out in the morning," Raylene replied. "We best get ready for bed I don't know about you but I am getting sleepy. After all we had quiet a work out tonight," and with that she gave Johnny Ray a naughty wink.

"Oh look," Johnny Ray said as he turned in the direction of the TV. "The porno movie we rented has finished and its gone back to the opening screen."

"Oh well" Raylene replied laughing. "I am pretty sure it was a good one, but probably not as hot as the one we just starred in." Then Raylene stops for a moment and adds "Too bad it wasn't filmed, I bet it would have been a good one," and with that they both walk down stairs to the master bed room chamber in the basement and get into bed together.

They lie together cuddled close together in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of their sweet tender passion. As they slowly drift off to sleep, Raylene smiles knowing she has just received the best Christmas gift of all, sweet tender love and romance from the love of her life, Johnny Ray. If she had nothing else, this would be enough. She thanks her lucky stars and then drifts off into tender romantic dreams of passion and romance, safe in her beloved's arms.



A Mother's Love Ch. 01



Hi everyone. This is my first attempt at an incest/taboo story, so I hope you like it. This is NOT something I would ever do in real life!

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It all happened that summer. I would never have anticipated, nor even dreamed of, the events that would take place the summer of my forty-second year. My son, Justin, and I lived in a nice two story house in a quiet neighborhood. He and I had been alone ever since my husband died the year Justin turned ten. Brad had been on his morning jog when he collapsed in the park. He was found by a fellow jogger who called 911. He never regained consciousness, and the doctors discovered he had had a blood clot on his brain that had simply ruptured. He was only thirty-two when he was taken from us. Our world was ripped apart when he died, as we both loved him more dearly than anyone could imagine. He had been my first love and my first and only lover, when we met in college. No one could have been a better father, and Justin adored him, and was lost without him. Somehow we survived, although I'm not really certain how. There were many nights I spent in tears, clutching Brad's worn bathrobe, just to have the scent of him in my nostrils again. I know Justin cried a lot too, although he wouldn't let me see. I think he was afraid it would make me hurt even more than I already did. Fortunately, Brad had seen fit to provide for us in the event of his passing, and his life insurance allowed us to keep our home and live somewhat in the manner to which we were accustomed. 

The years passed quickly and over time we did learn to live without my darling husband. We laughed again, feeling guilty at first, but gradually moving on to accept that life does go on, and that we were alive. We both knew Brad would want us to live our lives and not spend them grieving, so we honored his memory by working our way back into the light. Suddenly it seemed as if we had blinked and Justin was graduating high school and I was forty years old. He had blossomed over the years into a handsome and popular young man, with many girlfriends as well as friends, and they all liked to come over to our house and 'hang out'. I was always happy to have them around, and many of his friends would flirt with me, practicing their moves for their future girlfriends and wives. They always made me laugh. I was glad to see Justin dating, but it seemed to bother him at times that I never did. He would ask me about it, seeming to worry that I would be too alone when he left for college. I tried to reassure him, for I had not been interested in anyone since Brad. I had grown accustomed to doing as I pleased and not checking in with anyone but my son, and I liked it that way. Some men had asked over the years, but I had always turned them down politely with one excuse or the other. Instead, I lived vicariously through Justin, as he would tell me about his date with this girl or that one. He was comfortable talking with me about anything, and we had had 'the talk' a couple of years before. He was sexually active, but very careful about it, and didn't discuss his partners in great detail, honoring their right to privacy.

Justin left for college the fall after high school, but he ended up being very unhappy there. He missed home, his friends and me. He met a girl there that he really liked, but it turned out she was using him for sex and to make her boyfriend jealous. She really hurt him and he became very depressed. We talked on the phone a lot, but it just wasn't the same, and he wasn't close enough to come home every weekend, so after a year, he moved back home, to transfer to the college in the next town. When he first came home, he had lost a lot of weight, and was very ill, but it didn't take long for him to gain it back and become his old self. Justin threw himself into his new college life wholeheartedly and soon had many new friends and a girlfriend or two. I noticed he was very careful to only date them casually, even though I think they would have liked more. There was one girl in particular that was very pretty and sweet. Her name was Darcy and he seemed to like her a lot, but still kept her at arms length. They really made a handsome couple. Justin now stood at 6', just like his dad. He had thick shoulder length black hair and cobalt blue eyes, as well as a muscular build. Darcy was petite, standing a mere 5'4, with long blond hair and green eyes. She had a lovely figure and carried herself well. I enjoyed watching them together, and she seemed good at making my son smile, which made me happy. 

One night they had a date and Darcy drove over, leaving her car at our house. I heard them come in around midnight, as I was upstairs answering some e-mail on my computer. I had not turned a light on and the house was dark, other than the small lamp I always left on for Justin when he went out. When I didn't hear Darcy leave right away, I started to go down and speak to them, but when I got halfway down the stairs, I could see them in the den. They were lit softly by the small lamp and they were kissing. I realized they must have thought that I was asleep since the house was dark, and even though I could see them, they couldn't see me. They were sitting on the sofa, and Darcy was on Justin's lap, their mouths gently moving together. They looked so sweet and romantic, it made me think of Brad and I in our early years, and I couldn't help but watch for a moment. Justin had her face cupped in his hands and her arms were around his neck. They looked as if neither wanted to stop anytime soon. Smiling softly, I started to turn and go back upstairs, until I saw Justin's hand move down from Darcy's face to the side of her breast. I felt my breath come quickly, hearing her moan softly against my son's mouth. I watched as his large fingers caressed the plump globe through her tank top, his thumb moving over to rub her nipple, arousing it. She wriggled a little on his lap as he continued to kiss her thoroughly, now exploring her other breast. I found myself moving down another step to be able to observe more fully. He pulled back from her for a moment and moved her off his lap to seat her on the sofa, then eased her backward. I could still see every move, and couldn't pull my eyes away, feeling very strange.

Justin whispered "You're so beautiful, Darcy. I want to touch you more. May I?" Darcy seemed to have lost her voice and only nodded, her hair shining in the soft light. He ran both palms lightly over her breasts, teasing her nipples and making her gasp. I saw his teeth flash in a smile as he increased the pressure and massaged her, leaning down and kissing her parted lips again, his tongue slipping into her mouth. It was incredibly erotic to watch these two young people, my twenty year old son and his nineteen year old girlfriend making out. When he slid her tank top up, exposing her creamy flesh to both of our gazes, I felt my own nipples harden in anticipation. He simply looked down at her for several minutes, before leaning down and licking her right nipple. I watched her hips buck slightly at the contact. "Mmmm, you like that do you?" He teased her with another lick, this time on her left bud. Her fingers tangled in his hair, trying to pull his mouth more tightly to her. Justin obliged her by fastening his lips around her nipple and suckling, sliding his hand down her side to her hip and letting it rest there at the waistband of the denim shorts she wore. I could see the tent at the crotch of his jeans, and marveled at how much it was pushing the fabric out. He moved to her lips again, taking them as he unsnapped and unzipped her shorts, sliding his hand inside. I could imagine how good his fingers felt between her legs, and found myself wishing I could feel that touch. The thought shocked me almost enough to leave, but when he started sliding her shorts down, exposing her tiny panties, I was too mesmerized to move. 

Justin pulled Darcy's shorts off and let them fall to the floor. She lay there, her breasts heaving with passion, her tank top pushed up and only a thin scrap of silk covering her from our hungry eyes. I watched as he slid a finger up and down the crotch of her panties, making her cry out softly. "Oh, you're so wet for me, babe. You want me as much as I do you, huh?" Only a whimper of need from Darcy was the answer. It seemed to be enough, for Justin whisked her panties off, exposing her almost non-existent bush. She had trimmed it to just a tiny strip that seemed to point the way to paradise. I felt my own loins dampen when he moved and placed his face between her legs. I couldn't see exactly what he was doing, but I could imagine his tongue dipping and swirling over her softness, tasting her love juice, teasing her clit. I wanted to be the one on that sofa now. I had not felt such a wave of desire or need since Brad had been alive. I wanted to feel Justin's hands and mouth on me, taking me to the places that he was obviously taking Darcy. He spread her legs wider and now I could see his tongue slither inside her folds. She humped against his mouth and cried out, as he ate her and pulled at her nipples. He sat up and allowed her time to catch her breath, smiling down at her, his face glistening with her nectar. I watched him lazily lick his lips and ached for those lips on me. 

"Justin. . .Justin, I need you. I want you to fuck me now," Darcy begged, spreading her legs even wider. Without a word, I watched my son pull his shirt off and expose his muscular chest, and stand and strip out of his tight jeans and boxers. I gasped softly at the size of his cock when it sprang proudly into view. He was at least nine inches long and thick. He was definitely built like his father had been, and that made me all the hungrier for his body. I watched as he rolled on a condom, and then poised himself above the young beauty. She grabbed his cock and stroked it lovingly, and he closed his eyes in pleasure, reaching down and massaging her breasts again. Darcy tugged on his cock now, pulling him toward her slippery entrance. I watched as every inch of that magnificent cock disappeared inside and then he began slowly thrusting. I imagined now that it was my pussy he was pleasuring with that huge piece of meat. I knew how well he would fill me, and after so long without sex, I would be fairly tight. Not as tight as Darcy was, but still able to grip and milk my son's cock until he exploded inside me. I found myself imagining him pushing into me without a condom, since I couldn't get pregnant. I'd had my tubes tied after he was born, due to complications during the birth. To feel his warm skin and that hard shaft inside me completely bare; the thought was making me crazy. I slipped my own fingers into my panties and stroked against my clit, as I watched my son fuck his girlfriend on the sofa. The thrusting became more intense now, and neither of them seemed worried about noise at all, for they were not whispering by any means. Darcy was raking her nails down his back and he was pinching and pulling her nipples. My fingers moved faster in time to their rhythm, and all three of us climaxed at the same time. My knees went weak and I had to sit down on the steps for a few minutes, before I was able to collect myself and scramble quietly back upstairs. I collapsed into bed and fell asleep in moments.

The next morning when I awoke, I was immediately ashamed of myself. What could I have been thinking, lusting after my own son that way? It was wrong. Perhaps Justin had been right. Maybe I should try to start dating again. I found myself looking in the mirror, accessing what I had to offer. At forty-two I wasn't hideous by any means. People were always telling me I looked younger than my years. My hair was still thick, long and auburn, with only a few silver hairs threading through. My eyes were still clear blue and my skin was still soft. I had gained weight over the years, so I wasn't a size five, but I wasn't hugely fat. I was more curvy and soft than I had been, and certainly couldn't compare to Darcy's lovely young body, but I felt I was still attractive. I'd see what Justin thought about my trying the dating scene again. If he was uncomfortable with the idea, I'd just forget it. I pulled on my robe and went downstairs to start coffee brewing. Justin was already sitting at the table, reading the newspaper, wearing nothing but a pair of old gym shorts. He was barefoot and his hair was still tousled from bed. As soon as I saw him, I felt the surge of desire again, but I fought it down, even though all I suddenly wanted to do was go over and kiss him thoroughly. Instead I went over and kissed him on the top of the head as usual, before moving to the coffee pot.

"Anything interesting in the news this morning?" 

"Nah, not really. Same old same old." He grinned at me, and I couldn't help but respond.

"Did you and Darcy have fun last night?"

He grinned again. "Oh, you could say that. She's a real sweetheart and I like her. We have fun together." 

"Well, that's good to hear." Trying to keep my tone casual, I sat down on the other side of the table. "I wanted to ask you a question, to see what you thought of something."

"Sure Mom. What's up?"

"Well. . .I know you're still a bit bothered by the fact that I don't date, so I was considering maybe trying it again. What do you think? Think anyone would be interested?" I tried to sound teasing, but it came out a bit worried instead.

Justin's face brightened. "Oh, hell, yes! I know of a couple of professors at the college that would love to go out with you. Face it Mom, you're still really beautiful." He was very sincere, and I was touched. 

"I guess if it won't bother you, the idea of your old Mom dating. . .then maybe I'll give it a try."

"You're far from old and we both know it. I have to run get in the shower. Melissa and I are going to an art fair today." He got up and came around to kiss my cheek. "I'll give your number to one of my profs on Monday."

After Justin left the room, I got my coffee and sat there thinking. I could hear the shower running and knew he was in there, getting cleaned up for his date. I imagined what he looked like with the hot water running down his magnificent body. I wondered what he would do if I went upstairs, got in the shower with him and began touching him, stroking his cock to hardness and sucking him dry, then teasing him to hardness again, bending over and offering myself to him. Would he be horrified by my gesture or would he take advantage of an experienced pussy? My nipples were rigid as I imagined the latter, feeling his soapy fingers on my tits, his mouth on my neck and his cock pushing into my dripping slit. Unable to help myself, I worked my fingers into my panties, listening to shower and feeling my son's prick fucking me in my mind. I knew he could make me cum and cum as I used to with his father. I rubbed my love button harder and harder as my thoughts moved to images of being pushed against the tile wall, my nipples sucked and licked, my ass cupped by Justin's strong fingers and then being lifted so he could take me against the wall. I would wrap my legs around his hips and let him fuck me as hard as he wanted, needing every bit of him inside me. Again, the thought of his bare cock in me made me crazy, and I was over the edge fairly quickly, crying out in the silence of our kitchen. I got myself together rapidly and was rinsing the dishes when Justin appeared in the doorway, dressed and with his hair still damp.

"You okay Mom? I thought I heard you yell down here."

"Oh. . .you heard me? Well, I just. . .dropped one of the glasses and was afraid it would break." I knew it sounded like a weak excuse and could feel his blue gaze on my back for several moments before I heard him shift.

"Oh, okay. Well, as long as it didn't no harm done then." He sounded unsure, but didn't have time to pursue the matter. 

Things continued on this way for several weeks. I would watch Justin make out with his dates as often as I could, hiding in the shadows of the staircase as he performed his magic on them with his mouth, hands and cock. Not one young woman left our house unsatisfied, nor did I go to bed without at least a couple of orgasms on those nights. I also stared at my son as often as I could, trying to catch glances of him when he was naked, or close to it. One night, I even slipped into his room to peek at him. He had been out with his buddies that night, and they had had a few drinks, so he was feeling mellow when he got home. He had gone straight up to bed, and was in a deep sleep, as he always was after a drink or two. I knew he would never know I was in the room. I put on a thin silk shift and opened his door without a sound. He was lying on his back in bed, with only the sheet pulled up over his hips, his arms flung over his head, completely relaxed and dead to the world. Barefoot, I made no sound as I moved to his bed, looking down at him for several minutes, admiring his handsome face in the moonlight. I caught the edge of the sheet and lifted it, pausing when he shifted in his sleep, my heart pounding wildly. He settled again, so I pulled the thin covering down, exposing his fully nude body to my sight. At last, I was able to completely gaze upon him without a girl nearby and it was a real treat. Even flaccid, his cock was large and succulent. I immediately wanted to suck him, and wondered if I could get away with it and not wake him. Even if he woke, he might be so out of it, he would think he was dreaming anyway. Carefully, I sat down on the edge of the bed.

It creaked slightly, but Justin never moved, his breathing deep and even. Emboldened, I reached out and slid my forefinger lightly down his length. I was pleased to see his prick immediately respond, enlarging ever so slightly at my touch. I did it again, and again it grew a tiny bit. My son still had not stirred in the least, so I ran all my fingertips down his shaft, from the head all the way to his balls. He gave a small sigh of pleasure but that was all. I cupped his balls gently and stroked them, feeling them tighten just slightly. I felt dampness growing between my thighs and knew I was going to have this delicious prick in my mouth before the night was over. I began stroking him a bit harder, causing his cock to rise even more. As he grew harder, I wrapped my fingers around his thickness and began giving him a hand job. He moaned softly in his sleep and spread his legs wider for me, allowing me full access to him. I used my free hand to massage and tease his balls, and soon I had drops of precum oozing from the mushroom head of his cock. I rubbed them into his skin, enjoying the feel of hard muscle beneath velvet skin. I was so wet I was dripping, and I really wanted to fuck him badly, but I knew I was going to have to be careful with this if it was going to happen. Instead, I worked him into a raging hardon, his deep breathing coming faster, but never waking him. Finally, when I felt he was ready, I leaned over and licked the tip of his cock with the tip of my tongue. He made a sound of need that made me smile. The sticky liquid that oozed from him tasted like ambrosia to my starved tastebuds.

I licked my son's cock thoroughly, bathing every inch of it lovingly. I could tell Justin wanted to fuck my mouth, as his hips pumped toward the warm wetness of the tongue he was slightly aware of. He had no clue who was doing this to him, but he wanted more, and I intended to give it to him. I pursed my lips and slid them around his cockhead, and the deep animal groan of passion and pleasure that slipped from his throat sounded just like Brad's. That was all the encouragement I needed to continue. I began swallowing him slowly at first, but he tasted so good and needed me so badly, that soon I moved faster and faster, taking him deep in my throat. I petted and caressed his rapidly tightening balls, at one point tonguing them as well, before moving back to swallow his cock again. It had been far too long, and I needed this. My pussy was so wet I could easily slide off the side of the bed, but I kept one foot on the floor to hold myself steady. I gobbled my son's thick prick until finally he exploded deep in my throat. I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed his cum. I had never seen him have an orgasm like this in all the times I had observed him with any girl. After I had drained his balls deep in my throat, I licked him clean, covered him up to his hips again, and kissed his cheek, then slipped out of his room to take care of my throbbing pussy. 




A Mother's Love Ch. 01



I hoped that this blowjob I had just performed on my own son would satisfy my craving for him, or at least settle it down, and that morning would find me back to my senses. As I stroked myself to orgasm, I knew deep inside that this was not the case and that I would not stop until I had felt my son's cock inside me.

To Be Continued. . .



A Mother's Love Ch. 02



It had been about a month after my father had left my mother and I alone for the day, when I awoke about seven o`clock from my sleep. It was a Saturday morning; I checked the day and time on my bedside clock, before realising my mother was in my bedroom putting clean clothes into my wardrobe. 

I instantly took the opportunity to expose myself. I slid my pants off under the duvet, leaving myself naked below the warm cotton sheeting. Then I pulled the duvet to the side, exposing my warm, fully naked body to my mother. She closed the wardrobe door and turned to me, staring for a good few seconds at me lying totally nude on the bed. She then walked over to me and sat on the edge of the bed without saying a word.

It was then that she informed me that Dad had to go into work for an urgent job that needed finishing. He would not be home until at least three o`clock in the afternoon. She slid herself onto my bed laying next to me and started running her hands through my dark blonde hair, and she told me for the ten-thousandth time how I was just the beautiful blonde haired, blue-eyed boy she had always dreamed of. 

Although I was and still am, slightly over weight, I still had a reasonably fit body. She ran her fingers over my arms, feeling my muscles under the skin. I was fortunate enough then to be working in a warehouse as a forklift driver; the job involved quite a lot of physical labour, which in turn kept my body in reasonable shape. 

Her hands then travelled lower down my torso, and onto my groin. She remarked what a firm body I had. I thought I should just lie there and listen to her tell me how great I was, I had my hands behind my head, and a half-erection. But once she touched my groin my organ sprang to life. I then stared into her cleavage through her dress, She was wearing an old summer dress which she only wore around the house. It just so happened to have a revealing small tear down the centre of the back seam, which exposed her nice arse and part of her back when she leant over. 

I reached into the top of her dress and touched her left breast. My penis had now become fully erect, and I wanted her to place her mouth over it and begin sucking. But she continued to fondle me, moving her hands up and down my body, thoroughly touching each inch of my torso, as well as kissing me on the lips.

I had eased one of her breasts out from the top of her dress and caressed it in my hands.

She had a look of sheer delight when I leant over and sucked her nipple. She then slowly got up off of the bed, while my hand was still firmly feeling her exposed breast. She took the hem of her dress and started to lift it up, so in an instant I let go of her breast and offered to help her with her dress. 

I took the hem of the dress at the sides and placed the palm of my hands on her lower legs. I slid them up her soft, recently shaven legs to her pear-shaped hips, where it was apparent that she was not wearing any underwear. I continued up until my hands were level with her breasts. 

I now had an amazing view of her pubic region from sitting on the side of my bed. I could also see for a glancing second the lower curves of her buxom breasts;only the lower half of her nipples were showing, which set my erotic pulses racing, before I fully removed the dress from over her head. 

As the dress fell to the bedroom floor, she closed in on me. She placed her hairy pubic mound onto my still fully erect penis. I slid my penis into her vaginal lips with ease, looking down between her buxom breasts at what I was doing.

It seemed so much easier the second time around. I guess I also was not as nervous. Before, I was half expecting my father to return, or my mother to reject me sexually; today I was more confident that he would not return and find us in the act, and that my mother would not reject me.

We spent the next twenty minutes having amazing sex. Once we finished, and she had cleaned my penis of semen, we entered the bathroom and got into the shower together. We washed each other, taking the time to explore all the nooks and crannies of each other`s bodies. The fusion of the aroma`s of the shampoo`s and the body lotions we were using aroused us even more. When we were dry, we realised it would be half a day until my father arrived home from work. My mother suggested that we spend the time we had available nude around the house, getting to really know each others bodily action`s. 

We spent the morning and much of the afternoon doing the usual chores around the house. My mother prepared breakfast as normal, but we sat next to each other and ate fully naked. I then helped my mother wash the dishes and utensils in the kitchen, although we spent more time mucking about splashing each other with the soapy bubbles from the sink, and wiping the bubbles off each other. The rest of the afternoon was pretty much the same sort of thing, nude vacuuming and nude tidying. During the hours we had available to us we had sex once more, on the kitchen floor. 

Because we were splashing water and soap bubbles over each other, there was a pool of water on the kitchen floor, and my mother slipped. She landed on her backside, her arms and legs spread across the floor. My erection sprang back into action upopn seeing this and I joined her on the floor. This time, however, it felt more like making love than having sex; there was a different aura about it, it seemed to take longer to finish, and it was a lot more natural. My mother was in ecstasy. 

Finally, for the first time in longer than she cared to remember she had had a truly good lovemaking session. 

"Just the tonic a woman needs," my mother commented, once we had finished on the kitchen floor.

As I got up off the kitchen floor I heard a noise. When I looked out the kitchen window I saw my father putting the car in the garage.

"Oh, bloody hell." I called out. "Dad`s back!"

At first she thought I was joking, then I ran upstairs as fast as possible to my bedroom to get dressed. I arrived in my bedroom sweating like a dog with panic. My mother casually strolled upstairs totally naked and went into her bedroom to slip on a more suitable dress, one that did not have the scent of her son on it.

"That was a close call," she casually said to me.

"Hi, darling! I`m home!" my father called out, as he entered the house.

"We will have to be a little more careful next time!" my mother said, with a cheeky grin on her face.



A Mother's Love Ch. 02



I left my mother's house that morning feeling like a disgusting pervert. Here I am a 30 yr old married man with 2 children, and I have just had sex with my own mother. The fact that I had not had sex with my wife in nearly a year was hardly a good excuse for what I had done. I could think of nothing else all day at work. I wondered if children that are molested feel the same way. I was hardly a child but, I enjoyed sex with mom immensely, yet the feelings of guilt and disgust were overwhelming. I decided I could not do that again and I would have to tell her. 

That evening at home I returned to my icy relationship with my wife. I thought I would try anew to have some sort of normal sexual relationship with her. During the evening my efforts to initiate a discussion with her failed. All my wife could say was that she was sorry but she just had no desire for sex. Once again I was totally depressed and discouraged about all this. Surely I deserved a better life than the one I had. By 10:00 in the evening I was alone surfing the internet and feeling sorry for myself. I was checking out some of my favorite porn sites when I ended up in one that was dedicated to mature women. So many of them had such soft looking bodies with large pendulous tits. I could not help but compare them to my mother's trim body with her smaller breasts.

I replayed in my head mom removing her robe a thousand times. I saw her completely naked but it all happened so fast, and I was so nervous, I never got a really got a good look at her body. I felt her hand on my cock and I had touched her tits but the memory was hazy. It all occurred so quickly it seemed like a blur now. Tomorrow was my day off so I could go visit her again. My horny perverted nature was taking over. I continued to look at the mature porn site and marvel over the older women exposing themselves. Would mom do that for me? My impression was that she would but is that accurate? Why wouldn't she? After all, I had already fucked her and she said she enjoyed it. I imagined her laying on her back with her legs spread showing me her pussy, maybe even fingering herself. My dick was hard and I knew I was going back to mom's the next morning.

I hardly slept that night. By morning I was wondering if she had had some of the same feelings I did. Maybe she would feel so guilty she would not want to continue our sexual relationship. I headed for her house determined to find out. When I got there mom came to the door and let me in. She was wearing the same robe as always. It had crossed my mind she might come to the door nude but she didn't. As always we sat at her kitchen table and she poured us some coffee. This had been our routine since dad had died. Her robe was tightly tied exposing nothing. It was like yesterday never happened. She made no mention of it and neither did I. 

I had trouble concentrating on our mundane conversation about family members, my children, and the weather. I wanted to ask her to remove that robe and bend over so I could see her cunt, but I didn't have the nerve. I didn't know what to do. I finished my first cup of coffee so mom came over and poured me another cup. I seized the opportunity to untie her robe. If I had thought about it I would have lost my nerve. Her robe fell open slightly. She stood there and said nothing at first. I could see she was wearing panties but no bra. My heart was pounding. I pulled her robe open so her breasts were exposed. God they looked good! They had some sag to them but her nipples were so nice and pink. Maybe she was horny or maybe it was the cool air, but her nipples got very hard. These were the same nipples that had fed me 30 years ago. I wanted to suck on them again. I looked up and mom was smiling. I knew she wanted this as badly as I did. 

I pulled her closer, took one of her nipples in my mouth, and began to gently suck it. I tried to get her whole tit in my mouth but couldn't. Sucking on it was wonderful. Mom was caressing the back of my head as she told me it had been a long time since she had nursed me.

Then I heard her say, "It feels good Mike, please don't stop." 

I sucked on mom's tits until they were more red than pink. I reveled in her soft breasts and licked and sucked them all I could. I actually think they were getting a little tender so I decided to move on. Mom was responding nicely so I was feeling more relaxed and even more interested in her body. I was still sitting so I reached up and pushed her robe off her shoulders. She removed it and tossed it on the kitchen table. Now she was naked except for her panties. These were not sexy panties but the big ugly white ones I associate with older women. I did not tell her that. I hooked my fingers in the elastic of the waist and began pulling her panties down. I had fucked mom the day before but I had not actually seen any of this. It was a thrill when I exposed her navel and next came the nice white expanse of her belly where she had carried me 30+ years ago. Mom has what she refers to as her "baby belly". Her tummy is not flat but does protrude below her belly button. I pulled her panties on down and exposed her closely trimmed bush with its black and gray hair...and her pink lips were barely visible.

I suppose her gray bush must be the mark of a mature woman. It turned me on even more.  Her panties were around her ankles as I began kissing her baby belly where she carried me so long ago. As I kissed her my hands were on that lovely ass of hers. It was soft and felt so wonderful. Mom was totally naked for me. I tried to get my tongue between her legs but that was difficult to do in that position. Mom asked me if I was ready to go to the bedroom. I was ready alright.

As we headed down the hall, with her in the lead, I could not help but notice the nice jiggle in her ass with each step. Mom looked so good for someone her age and yet she did not have the body of a 40 year old. She just seemed to "wear" her age well. When we got in the bedroom I asked her if she would lay on the bed on her back. She did and did not cover up. I told her I wanted to enjoy looking at her this time. Occasionally there were hints that she was a little embarrassed and uncomfortable but she never said anything. By this time I was so turned on I thought I would explode. I quickly got undressed and got in bed with her. 

I pushed her legs wide apart exposing her pussy. It went from pink lips peeking out of her bush to nice pink lips with an inviting opening. Neither of us said a word. I laid between her legs and got a very close up view of my portal to the world. Mom looked so fantastic with her legs spread like that. I could not resist placing my mouth over her opening. It was warm and so erotic. I pushed my tongue as far up inside her pussy as I could and savored the taste and the sensation. I began kissing her cunt lips and licking her clit gently. I was very turned on by now. I looked up at her and saw her eyes were closed so I continued to eat her pussy. 

I don't think my wife ever responded to me this way. As I licked mom's clit she told me how wonderful it felt. Soon she started to say things like "softer" or "lick me right there" so I did my best to oblige. I knew mom was getting close to having an orgasm when her legs started jerking every time I licked her clit just right. Suddenly there was a squirt of fluid in my mouth as mom began to cum. I felt her body shudder and her pussy contracted on my tongue. I had just given my mother an orgasm. As far as I know my wife had never had an orgasm like that. Mom pushed my head away telling me the feeling was too intense.   Then she begged me to fuck her. I got on top and placed the head of my cock between her cunt lips, then I buried it in her pussy. It felt wonderful and she was so ready to receive it. I began pumping her, slow at first, and then faster. I recall leaning down and kissing her. It felt so good to be connected to her pussy and her mouth. It was such an erotic kiss. I was close to cuming so I stopped. 

Mom told me how good my cock felt inside her and she told me she loved feeling me cum in there. Hearing that nearly caused me to explode. Mom had drawn her knees up so I could go as deep as possible. I began thrusting again and soon was close to the edge. I told her I couldn't last much longer. She smiled and told me to cum when I was ready but to give it to her as deep as I could. 

The feeling of filling her pussy with my sperm was heaven. Having a woman under me who was so willing to receive it was unbelievable. Once I caught my breath I pulled my, now limp cock, out of my mother's pussy. Her legs were still spread wide apart. Now for the first time I could see that her cunt had gone from pink to a reddish color and I could detect a puddle of white creamy fluid inside her. Mom told me how wonderful that was for her. She went on to say that having my cum in her was very special. We kissed, not a mother/son kiss, but a lover's kiss. I knew things would never be the same between us.

After mom and I finished fucking we lay there and talked. She didn't get up to clean herself, instead she said she would see if she could soak it all up. We were laying there facing each other when I felt her hand grasp my limp cock and her other hand cup my balls. That felt so great! As we lay there I made some remark about her not having had sex since dad died. She smiled slightly and said that was not exactly true. I was surprised to say the least. 

I asked her who she had slept with and she said my uncle Joe, dad's younger brother. She said Joe came over about once a week and had sex with her. I was curious how this all happened so quickly after dad passed away. Mom told me she had probably had sex as much with uncle Joe over the years as she had my dad. That was a shock! 

My mother had been having an affair all these years. She went on to say that my father knew all about it and that it had started when her and dad had been married about 2 years. Apparently dad decided he would like to watch mom get fucked by another man. She was not receptive at first. He suggested his brother Joe, because Joe is very well endowed. Mom said that Joe was over helping dad repair his car one Saturday and they kept trying to get her to go topless. Evidently all of them were drinking beer and having a good time. 

She said she had on a halter top and short shorts and the guys kept untying her top. Mom said they pestered her until she took her top off. After that is wasn't long before they were tugging at her shorts. She eventually took them off and her panties. It sounded like they were all pretty drunk by then. Mom said once she was naked, they took her to a lounge chair in the back yard and laid her down. Uncle Joe got on top of her and fucked her while dad watched. I asked her how big uncle Joe is and she said he claims to be over 8 inches. Mom said she never measured him but he is very big. I guess dad really got off watching uncle Joe fuck her and she admitted enjoying it too. 

You never think of your parents doing things like that. 

Mom was telling me all this when she stopped and said, "You're getting hard again!" "This is turning you on isn't it?"

I had to admit it was. Deep down I was hoping I was the biggest cock mom had ever had, now I know better. 

Mom's hand on my cock was feeling pretty good. 

She pushed me on my back and said, "Lay still."

Then she moved down and took my cock in her mouth. Oh my did that feel great! I can't remember the last time my wife sucked my cock. Mom told me she knows what men like so I should relax and enjoy it. Then her head began to bob up and down as she sucked my cock. I discovered she knows how to give great head. She sucked my dick and licked my balls while I tried not to cum too soon. When I did explode she drank every drop. I suspected there were more things about my mother's sex life I didn't know and I was dying to hear about them.

That day opened up a whole new sexual life for me. Mom soon learned that I wanted to fuck every time I came over to see her. She also learned I like to see her in black hose, heels, and garter belt. She is so sexy dressed that way. When she walks towards me her tits jiggle just enough and when she walks away her ass does the same. I love bending mom over her kitchen table and filling her with sperm. Her pussy looks so good taking my cock. Now she fills me in on all the details when uncle Joe comes over, takes a Viagra, and gives mom that big cock of his.

I'm pretty certain mom has had sex with more men than she has admitted to me. The idea of watching her get fucked by another man appeals to me like it did dad. I plan to approach her with the idea of fucking some black men while I watch. Surely there are some black guys who would like a white mature woman. Mom is fantastic!



A Mother's Love Ch. 02



I arose the morning after I had first tasted my son's wonderful cock and his delicious seed, trying to feel normal again. I pulled my robe on and went downstairs, only to find Justin had just come in from a run. He was sweating and his skin glowed with health. I could smell the very male scent of him, and I longed to press my nose to his warm skin. He glanced over and saw me, giving me a smile. I returned it and walked over to kiss his cheek. How I ached to pull his hard body against mine and kiss him passionately until he gave in to my longings for him. Instead, I chastely brushed my lips over the slight rasp of morning stubble on his cheek. He kissed me back in the same fashion, and moved to the refrigerator, where he proceeded to pour some juice for himself. I admired the way his muscles moved and snuck a discreet peek at the front of his shorts, where I knew paradise lay. I seated myself and began to sip my coffee, continuing to gaze at Justin. He finished his juice, rinsed the glass and put it in the dishwasher, then turned to leave the room. Just before he exited, he snapped his fingers and turned back to me.

"Hey Mom, I almost forgot to tell you. I gave our phone number to my history professor yesterday. Name's Jim Everett. I think he'll be calling you soon for that date." 

"Oh, thank you son. I appreciate it. I guess we'll see what happens then. . ."

"Yep. I'm off to get my shower, and then I'm off. Hanging out with Mark and the guys today. Love you." He left the room before I could even answer.

I stirred my coffee slowly, considering his words. So, I was going to get a call from a man. I hadn't had a call for a date in too many years to count it seemed. I remembered Brad's calls when we were first dating, and how my heart had always raced when the phone would ring, as I hoped it would be him. It usually had been. It would be nice to feel that way again, I mused. Perhaps it would quell my feelings of desire for Justin. Surely having a regular sexual partner would ease the urges that were almost forcing me to mount the stairs and join my son in his shower, to wash him all over with loving hands, and bring him to ecstasy with those same hands. It would be so easy to do and I had a feeling he'd be so stunned by my actions, that by the time he thought to stop me it would be too late, for he would be caught up in the needs of his own young and virile body. Of course, I could be entirely wrong. 

I decided to wait until Justin left the house to tend to my aching loins, so I busied myself cleaning up in the kitchen and reading the paper until he was showered, dressed and gone. As soon as his car was out of the driveway, I flew upstairs to my bed and stripped to nothing. My nipples swelled at the feel of air brushing them, and suddenly I had an idea. I would satisfy my needs in my son's bed! I could touch and caress myself with his scent in my nostrils and pretend his hands were doing the work. At the thought, my pussy was fairly dripping with excitement, and I hurried into his room, armed with my favorite vibrator. I lay down on Justin's bed, pulling his sheets back and then letting them fall. His sheets felt slightly rough, and they stimulated my aroused nerve endings, sending chills over me. Letting my head settle on his pillow, I let my hands become my son's.

Softly the hands ran over my body, admiring the feel of my skin. The thumbs urged my nipples to hardness, eager to prepare the rosy nubs for the touch of lips and tongue in my mind. Fingers brushed over my mons and down further, to tease my love button, making me gasp. In my mind, Justin was touching me all over, and he was eager to slide his hot nine inches into my throbbing slit. I could almost feel his spongy cockhead tapping at my entrance, tempting me to spread for him. Fingers rubbed my own juices into my nipples for the pleasure of licking them off, and the vibrator slipped into my hot wetness and became Justin's cock. I could feel him taking me, sliding in and out with ease, and gasping at how tight I felt around him. I could feel my muscles gripping him, sucking him in deeply and holding him, until we exploded together. As the vibrator pushed me over the edge, I saw spots before my eyes. The world went black.

When I came to, I was still lying on Justin's bed, panting and sweaty from the enormous orgasm I had just experienced. I glanced at the clock and saw that I had only been out for a few minutes, but it felt like longer. Again, I felt vaguely ashamed of myself for violating my son's private space with my sexual fantasies about him and me. Quickly I rose and left his room, taking a shower myself and getting dressed. I had just gone downstairs, when the telephone rang, and when I answered it, a warm male voice asked "Is this Mrs. Hopkins, Justin's mother?"

"Yes, it is. How may I help you?"

"This is Jim Everett, Mrs. Hopkins."

"Oh, Mr. Everett. Justin told me you might call." I felt at a loss for words for a moment. "How are you?"

"Well, that depends on you." His voice was warm and friendly. "Do you have any plans for Friday night?"

"Um. . .well, no, I don't believe so."

"Excellent! I would love it if you'd go to dinner with me then. Around 7?"

I hesitated for a moment, but then took a deep breath. "Yes, thank you very much. I'd love to."

"Wonderful. I'll pick you up at 7 then." We exchanged a couple more sentences of small talk, then hung up. Immediately I felt myself in a panic. What had I done? What was I doing going on a blind date with a man that I didn't know? What would I wear? So many thoughts and questions ran through my head for the rest of the day as I did what chores there were. When Justin got home that night, I was sitting in the den, not paying any attention to the movie that was playing on the screen. I didn't even hear him come in, and jumped when he tapped me on the shoulder. Immediately, he looked contrite.

"Damn, sorry mom. I didn't mean to scare you. Guess you were pretty lost in thought?"

I nodded. "Yes, I was. Your professor called me today." His face lit up.

"Awesome. Are you two going out?"

"Well, yes, as a matter of fact we are. He asked me out for Friday night."

"That's great mom. You need some fun in your life. I bet you'll have a great time. I'm heading up to bed now."

By the time Thursday rolled around, I had changed my mind a hundred times, or so it seemed. I didn't know whether or not to go. I didn't know what to wear, how to fix my hair or if I should paint my nails. After going through my closet for the fiftieth time looking for the right outfit, I knocked on Justin's door. At his call, I came in and sat on the foot of the bed. He was lying on the bed, but he sat up. I must have looked very forlorn indeed, as he patted my shoulder and looked at me worriedly. "What's up?"

"I need help! I don't know what to wear for my date tomorrow night. Can you look at a couple of outfits and see what you think?"

"Sure, I'll be glad to. Lead the way." He followed me into my bedroom, where I proceeded to show him the clothes I had thought might do. He looked over both outfits carefully, then pointed to the black tank top that showed off my breasts to their best advantage, along with the faded jeans and black boots adorned with fringe. "Try that one on. I want to see if I'm right."

I stepped into the bathroom and soon emerged. One look at me and Justin grinned and was nodding. "You have to wear that. You'll knock his socks off. Maybe his pants too, y'know?" I blushed bright red at my son's words and he laughed hard and hugged me. "Oh, come on, mom. . . you know you need to get laid!" I blushed again, especially at the image that flashed into my brain of Justin scooping me up and carrying me to the bed, where he lovingly removed every piece of clothing, kissing the skin he bared as he went. He hugged me again, and with a wink, headed back to his room. I glanced at myself in the mirror, and was fairly pleased with the image there. The tank top hugged my breasts comfortably and was sexy without being trampy. The jeans hugged my curves just right and even made me look a tiny bit thinner.

The next night found me ready long before 7, as I had always felt it was rude to keep my date waiting. About 5 minutes until the hour, I heard a car pull up and a few minutes later, the doorbell sounded. I let Justin answer the door and greet his teacher, then I emerged and started down the stairs. I heard Justin say "Oh, I think I hear her now." Then I descended the stairs, and was caught off guard and how handsome Jim Everett was. He appeared to be impressed with the sight of me as well. Jim was tall, with dark blond hair and bright blue eyes. When he smiled, he showed white and even teeth. He was slightly tanned and had a nice build. His polo shirt showed off arms that were muscular and his jeans hugged his body like a second skin. I was pleased with the image he presented, and hoped this meant the evening was off to a promising start. I was even able to get the thought of Justin and I out of my head for the moment. After we had chatted with my son for a few minutes, Jim ushered me out the door to his car, opening my door for me. 

I found him extremely easy to talk to, with a quick wit and charming manner. He made me laugh more than I had in a very long time. He seemed to like me as well. We went to dinner at a small restaurant that had excellent Italian food and wonderful service, then Jim asked if I'd like to go dancing. I was feeling younger than I had in quite some time, so I agreed. Soon we were entering a fairly popular club, and I could feel the music start to pound in my blood almost immediately. It was dark and intimate, with an almost electric vibration in the air. I felt my adrenaline pumping and my heart beat wildly as Jim led me to the dance floor and we began to move. It was a bit awkward at first, but soon my body caught the rhythm of the music and I let it sweep me away. It seemed to wind through my blood, making me feel free and wild. By the time a slow song began to play, we were sweating a bit and panting. 

As the music began, Jim pulled me against his toned form and I could feel each and every muscle of his body, including the one hiding in his jeans. We danced and as he held me, I could feel his cock slowly hardening and pressing into me. I made no objection when he pulled me closer nor when he brushed his lips against the side of my throat. It made me tingle and yet at the same time, my thoughts strayed to Justin, wondering how it would feel to dance with him this way. The thought aroused me to no end, and I found myself fantasizing it was his body I was pressed against and his hands roaming over my back and sliding down to cup my ass. Lost in my fantasy, I ground against Jim, and heard him groan in my ear. That brought me back to my senses, but by now I was so turned on, I scarcely knew what to do. I didn't want to be a cock tease to this handsome man who was so obviously aroused, and I needed to be with a man very badly at this moment. Jim whispered "Let's get out of here." He led me out of the club and to the car. 

Once he had sat down, he turned to me and pulled me to him for a kiss. His lips were warm, soft and hungry against mine, and his tongue invaded my mouth. I welcomed it and met it with my own, letting him dominate my mouth. He groaned against my mouth and proceeded to pull back. "Casey, I want you. Do you want me?" I couldn't answer, but I nodded. Without another word, he drove off and soon we were in his apartment. Once we were inside, he locked the door, and proceeded to push me against the wall, his mouth hot against mine. His hands roamed my body, finding my breasts and caressing them, his thumbs stroking my nipples through my tank top and the thin bra beneath. I held him tight against me, grinding against him once more. All I could think about was how good this felt, but it was Justin's face I saw, Justin's lips I kissed and Justin's hands on me. Giving in for the moment, I let the fantasy take over, knowing that Jim and I would have a wonderful time, and he should never know the difference. 

Empowered by my permission to myself to indulge in what I desired, I grabbed at Jim's shirt and lifted it over his head. He stooped slightly to allow me to do so, and once the shirt was off, his face completely disappeared from my mind. I closed my eyes and Justin was indeed there. It was my son that stripped my clothes from me, licking and nibbling at every inch of skin that was bared. His mouth encircled each nipple, lapping at them, suckling as if he were starving for me. His fingers and then his mouth invaded my dripping pussy. It didn't take too long before we were both naked on his bed and he was pushing into me, caressing my breasts all the while. His cock was thick and I gripped him tightly, hearing him moan with satisfaction and lust. My legs wrapped around his hips and I urged him by the movements of my body to take me. He happily complied and soon we were both crying out in orgasm. I lay limp against Jim's hard body after the climax, still pretending it was my son holding me. He stroked my hair with gentle fingers, and kissed my temple. After we had rested a bit more, he took me again, this time with me riding him, but it was Justin's prick I rode, not Jim's. 

My legs were wobbly by the time Jim took me home, and he kissed me goodnight softly on my porch. "I'll call you, Lovely."

"Goodnight Jim. I had a wonderful time." I meant every word of that as well, for I did feel fully satisfied. I would never tell him that someone else had fucked me in his place.

"I did too, Casey. I'll talk to you soon." 

He waited until I was inside with the door locked before he left. Sighing a little, I gave myself a mental shake. What was wrong with me? I had a perfectly good, attractive and sexually appealing man that wanted me, and yet all I could think of was my son. Standing there at the door, I reasoned with myself, that if I continued to see Jim, eventually I would have to stop yearning for Justin, and would come around to desire Jim instead. Justin had left the same light on for me that I always did for him, and I turned it off and went upstairs. I stopped by his room to peek in and saw that he was sleeping deeply. Needing to touch him before bed, I slipped out of my boots and crept into his room again. I sat down as gently as I could on the bed and raised the sheet, intending only to glance at his cock, but when I raised it he moaned a bit and I could just make out a raging hardon. Apparently he was dreaming. 

I leaned over to kiss his cheek, intending to leave him alone, but when he felt the brush of my lips, he raised his hand and stroked my cheek. I froze, thinking he had awakened, but I was wrong. He was dreaming. "Oh, Darcy. . .I want you. Let me kiss you. . ." He was speaking softly, his eyes closed. Suddenly I felt his hands on my shoulders, pulling me toward him. I told myself to resist. To not let this happen. This had gone far enough. I was still trying to talk to myself and pull away, when my lips were on his. His tongue slid over mine and urged me to let him in. I tried to resist, God help me, I tried, but the urgency of his mouth on mine, especially after thinking of nothing but him all evening was too much for my weak will. I parted my lips and accepted my son's offering. Justin groaned and proceeded to kiss me deeply and thoroughly. As I had suspected, he was a very good kisser. Still fast asleep, he proceeded to push me back onto the bed and kiss me breathless. I moaned softly myself.

Justin seemed to hear my sound of desire, for he responded by sliding his palm onto my full breast and caressing me through my clothes. His lips found my neck as he worked his fingers beneath the hem of my tank top and began massaging the heavy globe of my right breast through my bra. "Come on baby, let's get this out of the way," he mumbled tenderly, and then his fingers worked their way to my bare skin. His thumb moved against my nipple causing it to jump to immediate attention. "Mmmmm.. . . excited little minx tonight, aren't you?" I knew he was grinning and then my top was pushed up and his lips fastened on my nipple. It was heaven! He licked and sucked at me, seeming to like my taste. I felt my hips beginning to move on their own, needing more of him. Justin suckled me hungrily, one large hand gently pinning my wrists above my head and his free hand massaging my left breast now. "God, Darcy, your tits are amazing. . .I could suck on them all night!" My boy murmured softly against my skin, and I quivered. 

Knowing I should stop this now did no good. I allowed Justin to push the hem of the tank top up on the other side now, and his lips and tongue took my other breast. He gave a tiny nip to my extended nub, making me gasp with pleasure. As he lapped at my breast, the hand that had been massaging there was moving downward to the waistband of my tight jeans. He paused at the waist, then moved further down, stroking my hip and then sliding his hand over my pelvic bone and then down between my legs. I could feel his middle finger tracing my pussy lips through the jeans. I had worn no panties tonight, so I could easily feel him pressing his finger into my cleft. He began rubbing me through the crotch of my jeans, making me squirm. I wanted to touch him badly, but he still had my hands held and I was afraid to struggle for fear I'd wake him, so I let him do what he wanted, and quite frankly, what I wanted as well. "Gonna make you cum, babe," Justin said against my nipple. "Gonna work that hot little clitty until you explode for me." His fingers crept up to tug at my zipper, and then I felt it slide down and his warm fingers were inside my jeans, dipping down to play. He spread my pussy lips with his fingers and teased me more, now moving from nipple to nipple as quickly as he could.

I was in ecstasy and agony at the same time. I was getting what I truly wanted from my son, but I wanted him to be aware that it was me when he fucked me. His middle finger invaded my hot wetness and he gave a groan against my skin and moved to my mouth, sucking my tongue into his own while he diddled my love button, pushing me closer and closer to an orgasm. Suddenly, I did explode around his finger, thrashing about so much, he released my wrists, but kept kissing me deeply. I thought I would never stop cumming but at last I did. He took his finger from me and licked it thoroughly, still fast asleep, but smiling. He seemed to be sliding into a deeper sleep again, and I wanted to pay him back handsomely for the lovely time he had just given me, so I moved and slid my mouth over his thick prick. He moaned and grabbed my hair gently. I began licking his shaft hungrily, my tongue cleaning him thoroughly, before I took him deep in my throat. He began fucking my mouth, with hard thrusts of passion. It wasn't long before I felt his hot seed rushing down my throat, and I swallowed every drop. He tasted so very good, and felt so wonderful in my mouth. Once Justin had emptied his balls deep in my throat, he gave a deep sigh of satisfaction, and as soon as I sat up, he rolled over on his side, mumbling something unintelligible. 

Rising quietly, I left my son's room, hoping he would continue to think the whole experience was just a fantastic dream. . .for now. I would be ready for him to know at some point, but not yet. 



A Mother's Love Ch. 03



My days and nights began to take on a new pattern slowly but surely. I continued to see Jim for I really liked him, and besides being wonderful company and lots of fun, he was a thoughtful and desirable lover. I kept hoping that by being with him, I would rid myself of my deep seated need to fuck my son. Day after day found me talking to Jim on the phone or in person, when we would go to lunch, often finding the time for him to slide his ever ready and hot prick into my slit. If we were on the phone, we would have passionate phone sex that never failed to have me masturbating wildly. None of it was enough. I still longed for Justin. The taste of him and the scent of him, remembering his lust filled words, made me even hotter and I wanted my son very much. Every time Jim unbuttoned my blouse, it was Justin's fingers baring my soft skin. No matter what act my lover performed, I kept wishing it were my sexy and talented son instead. Being with Jim did ease a little of my sexual frustration, so that on nights that Justin stayed away, I was able to handle the situation without a problem.

Jim had a lovely home, and we began to visit there as well. He had a swimming pool and my son and his friends were welcomed as was I. I started to realize that Jim's feelings for me might be growing to something more than just friendship or having a good time. I suspected he wanted me in his life permanently, but I wasn't ready to give up my dream of making Justin my lover. About mid-summer, we decided to throw a huge pool party, and a huge number of people were invited. We all pitched in and helped with the details, and soon it was the day of the party. I wore a black two piece bathing suit that flattered my figure with its boy short cut bottoms. Over it I had pulled on tight denim shorts. I felt good about the way I looked that day and both Jim and Justin complimented me, which made me feel even sexier and desirable. Darcy was there as well as Justin's date, and she was helping arrange food and chairs. She looked wonderful as always, wearing a tiny hunter green bikini that made even my mouth water! 

The party got into full swing quickly as the guests arrived. I noticed several of the men that had come eying me along with the other women present and that made my ego soar. Jim had noticed and grinned at me, glad to see me enjoying myself so much. He was not able to stay near me very much, as he was the host, and people kept wanting his attention. As dusk began to settle over the party, and soft lanterns were lit, I noticed one man in particular watching me. He was clad only in swim trunks and flip flops and was in great shape. He seemed to stay to himself a bit. He was a handsome man, with a well-trimmed beard and mustache. Several women spoke with him and he was polite, but distant. As I stood watching the party quietly for a few minutes, he approached me finally, staring at my face. I gave him a quizzical smile. He towered over me, or so it seemed, and looked down, letting his eyes travel from mine down to my lips, slowly down my throat to settle on the upper swells of my breasts. I could feel the weight of his gaze. 

After we had stood there in silence for several minutes, his eyes crawled back up my body to meet mine again. I felt my nipples harden at the look in his dark eyes. It was obvious he wanted me. I glanced down, noting that his swim trunks were tented with his erection. My eyes met his again, and he gave me a seductive smile, but it held no warmth. He had begun to make me feel uncomfortable, and neither of us had spoken yet. I cleared my throat, preparing to make an excuse and move away, but then he caught my wrist and pulled me into the deepening shadows by the fence. No lanterns had been lit by where we were standing, so no one could easily see us. I could feel my heart racing, not certain whether I should try to jerk away, or if I should cry out and make a scene. Before I could make up my mind as to what I should do, he had me pinned against his hard body, his cock pressing into my belly, and he was kissing me. I was frightened and aroused at the same time. His lips were demanding against mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth and massaging mine. His hands cupped my ass, pulling me tight into his body. I could feel every inch of his hard cock pressing into me, and he felt quite large. I felt one of his hands slide up my back and untie the top of my bathing suit, and then shove the ties forward, so that they fell between us. The thin cloth dropped to my waist as soon as he shifted slightly, and now my bare breasts were rubbing against the coarse hair of his chest. 

My nipples hardened more. He had not stopped kissing me yet, and I found myself unable to do anything but respond. He pulled back just slightly and I caught my breath, gasping a little, as his large fingers moved between us to the snap of my shorts. I felt it open, followed by the quiet sound as my zipper was opened. "Please. . ." was all I managed before his mouth claimed mine again. His hand was slithering into my shorts, working its way down between my legs. To my horror, I was wet with desire. I tried to fight him now, but that only made it easier for his hand to move lower, until he found the spot he sought, and began sliding his fingers along the thin cloth of my bathing suit bottoms, caressing my weeping pussy. He stroked against my lips, working to get his fingers inside the leg of the suit, and finally succeeding. I felt him growl deep in his chest and his kiss grew even more hungry. His fingertips were invading my most intimate spot, and dammit, it felt wonderful. He found my clit quickly and teased it, making my legs quiver. 

Now his other hand left my ass, and I felt him reach down to his trunks, and adjust himself. The next thing I knew his hard bare shaft was sliding against my belly, and I could feel precum oozing against my skin. In a moment, his fingers were rubbing his cockhead and then I felt the stickiness massaged into first one nipple, then the other, and I moaned. It was full dark now, and no one could spot us, there in the darkest shadows. He pulled back from the kiss again, and whisked my shorts and bathing suit bottom down in one swift move and then I felt him enter me. He was thick and filled me quite well. I opened my mouth, this time to call for help, but immediately he covered it again with his own. With his arms around me, he began fucking me, thrusting hard and fast into my hungry slit. Vaguely I heard Jim call my name from somewhere in the yard, but I was trapped and couldn't respond. This stranger that held me temporarily captive continued to fuck me until I felt myself explode around him, and then felt his hot seed filling me a minute later. My whole body was limp and he released my mouth, leaned down and licked both my nipples rapidly, then released me at last. I staggered a little, my eyes glazed from my experience and I heard him chuckle softly. 

I grabbed my clothes and quickly pulled my shorts on, leaving the bathing suit bottoms off. Stuffing them in my pocket, I quickly tied my top back properly, all the while watching this strange and intimidating man that had just fucked me properly. He had tucked himself back into his trunks and stood watching me impassively and I scrambled to get myself together. Solemnly he nodded, as if making a decision. At last, he spoke.

"Well, I see things are as I suspected."

"Wh. . .what?" I had no idea what he meant.

"You, my dear, are. . .shall we just say, quite interested in men? Or at least what they have to offer." I looked at him dumbfounded as he continued. "Whenever my good friend Jim starts dating someone seriously, I always test the woman. So far, no one has passed my test. Every one of them, including you, lets me fuck them. Even if they seem to protest, it doesn't take much 'convincing' to get them to give in to desire." He paused, then said "I must admit, you're one of the best. I can see why he'd want to keep you around."

Scarcely able to believe what I was hearing, I glared at him. "Does your 'good friend Jim' know about your little test then?"

He shook his head. "I've never told him. I could always tell him the woman came on to me, and he would believe me. So far, all the women have broken it off with him. Quite a shame really." His expression belied his words. "I suppose eventually he'll find one that won't give in, but until that day, I intend to keep protecting him from women such as you."

I felt ill at the venom his words were dripping. My head was pounding and I suddenly needed to leave. I hurried away from Jim's horrid friend, and went looking for Justin, hoping I wouldn't run into Jim. I was fortunate as I found my son quickly and no sign of Jim anywhere. When I told him I was feeling very ill and needed to go home, he insisted on driving me. Grateful for his presence at the moment, I agreed, and after he had talked to Darcy, he drove me home. They had come in her car, so she headed to her own home, giving me a tight hug and looking very concerned. As we drove home, I was completely silent. I could feel Justin's eyes on me often, but he didn't say anything, sensing that I was more than just ill, but not wanting to push. I couldn't believe that I hadn't fought and screamed and clawed at Jim's friend, but everything had felt so wonderful, and I continued to be so sexually aroused by my son, I just couldn't. I seemed to be turning into a regular nymphomaniac lately. 

We got home and went inside, and I went up to take a shower, trying to wash away my shame. When I had finished, I went to my room and slipped into my favorite silk gown. It fit me well and made me look and feel very sexy, the hem falling to just below my hips. I sat down on my bed and felt the night's events flow over me, feeling exceedingly weary. There was a soft knock at my door, and then Justin poked his head in. 

"Hey mom, Jim called. He's really concerned about you."

Those innocent words were all it took to make the floodgates open and I began to weep. I heard Justin cross the room, and felt him sit on the bed beside me, and then he was holding me gently, exactly the way Brad used to, letting me cry. He stroked my hair and my back, murmuring nonsense to me, rocking with me in his arms. I clung to him as if I was drowning and he was a life preserver. I couldn't seem to stop weeping. Finally Justin scooped me up in his arms and moved to rest his back against the headboard of the bed and the pillows propped there, pulling me onto his lap and cradling me to him. I began to feel safe again in the haven of his arms. I cuddled into him as if I was a child and he seemed glad to be able to do something to help. As he sat with me, still stroking my hair gently, he finally spoke.

"Mom. . .what happened at the party to upset you so much? I know you aren't just sick."

Unable to look at him, I found it difficult to speak for several moments. "Something. . . unusual. . . happened tonight." He waited for me to go on. "There was a man." I took a deep breath. "He was watching me for a long time, and then he came over to me, pulled me into the shadows and. . .well. . .he had sex with me." I felt Justin's body stiffen immediately.

"He what?"

"He. . .had sex with me. He kissed me and played with my body and then he had sex with me."

"Mom, are you saying he raped you?"

"Yes. . . well, no. . .sort of. I'm not quite sure what happened. All I knew is he was kissing me and touching me and I was afraid, but it felt so damn good, I couldn't seem to stop." When Justin didn't speak, I continued. "He said he does this with every woman Jim dates, as a 'test'. To make sure they're good enough for him, or something." I began to cry again, and Justin held me close.

"Well, I don't know exactly what happened either, but I know you don't lie, so I believe you. What a jerk. I'd like to wring his neck for upsetting you so much." I could feel the tension in him. "Who does he think he is anyway?" 

"I don't know, but I do know this. I can't see Jim any more. Not after this. I'll have to tell him something, and I hate to hurt him, but his friend implied that this is what's happened with all the other women Jim's dated as well."

"Then you shouldn't let this jerk control you."

"Oh, sweetheart, it would just be too embarrassing for Jim if it ever got out. I'll be okay, but would you do something for me?"

"Sure, mom, anything."

"Would you mind sleeping in my bed with me tonight? I just think I'd feel better if you were here." I had begun to think how nice it would be just to lie in bed with Justin, even if for one night, and this gave me the perfect excuse to ask without him suspecting my longing for him. 

"Not a problem. Let me just go get ready for bed and I'll be right back."

True to his word, Justin was back in about thirty minutes. He wore only a pair of boxers, and I felt my mouth water at the sight of him. While he was gone, I had slipped out of my panties, so that all I had on now was the short and thin silk shift. I had lain down, pushing my gown up to where it barely covered my ass and pussy, but I was covered by the bedsheet, so Justin didn't see. He smiled at me and climbed into bed, lying on what used to be his father's side of the bed. "Care if I read for a bit?" I shook my head, and he propped up the pillows behind him and opened his book. I watched him for a few minutes, admiring the strong line of his jaw and his beautiful eyes. 

"I think I'll lie down now, sweetie. I'm exhausted."

"I'm not surprised. 'Night mom." Justin leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and hugged me, then returned to his book. I closed my eyes, and lay on my back, listening to the quiet whisper of the pages turning. After letting some time go by, I deepened my breathing and pretended to slip into slumber. After I was 'asleep', I pushed the sheet off of my body, as if I were too hot, and turned over on my side, facing Justin. I had maneuvered my gown so that now my entire leg and hip were bare and he would be able to see I had no underwear on. I opened my eyes just enough to see what he was doing, and realized he was still reading. I lay on my side for several minutes, finally letting out a slight groan. I now saw him glance my way, as if checking to make certain I was alright. I watched his eyes rest for a moment on my bare hip, then he went back to his book. After a few minutes, I shifted again, onto my back, making certain I wriggled my hips enough that my gown's hem now rested at the top of my hips, exposing my pussy to my son's sight. 

I let out another soft sound, and through my slitted lids, saw Justin look my way again. His eyes widened slightly when he saw my womanhood exposed, and his gaze seemed to linger there for a little longer than normal. He seemed to be trying to decide if he should adjust my gown or leave everything alone so he didn't wake me. I decided to pretend to be dreaming. I moaned again, calling out "Brad?" and reaching toward my son. He knew that over the years I had dreamed of his father at times, much less now than I used to, but it did still happen. It was entirely plausible that the events of the night could bring on a dream about my husband. I felt Justin touch my upper arm gently, as if he were trying to waken me without startling me, and I took the opportunity and turned toward him, my eyes still closed. "Oh Brad," I sighed and reached out, my arms going around my son's neck and pulling his mouth to mine. I could feel the muscles in my son's neck tense as he tried to pull back, but I was determined. I made my lips as soft and sensual as possible, knowing Justin was a very sexual person, and that it would be difficult for him to resist my advances after a moment. I was soon proven right as he kept his lips rigid for a few seconds, then he surrendered to the kiss. 

Pressing my advantage, I slid my tongue softly into his mouth and massaged his and I felt his arms go around me instinctively, pulling me to his virile hard body. My gown was hiked up around my hips and my bare mound pressed into his groin. I could feel his cock stiffening through his boxers, and in a few minutes, the head had crept out of the flap, as if seeking my warm wetness on its own. I moaned against his mouth, and wriggled my hips enticingly against him, causing a growl to issue from his throat. I felt his cockhead pressing between my nether lips a tiny bit as his shaft had finished its swelling. He finally managed to break our kiss, but I shifted my hips against him, making a little more of his hard dick slip between my pussy lips. I slid my fingers down his back to his ass, tugging at the waistband of his boxers. "Brad, honey, I need you. Need to feel you inside me." My voice was husky with lust and I heard Justin moan as if in pain. I knew how conflicted he must feel. Here was a willing woman who wanted to fuck him, but she thought he was someone else, and above all, was his own mother! Not giving him time to think about it, I yanked the boxers down, exposing him, and then my fingers wrapped around him, stroking him.

Justin groaned again, a helpless sound of need, and I felt him kick the boxers off of the bed. I kissed him again, and he responded with a passion that surprised me. His hands now moved to my breasts, caressing them through my gown. When we broke the kiss, I murmured "It's been so long. I need your mouth on my tits, my love. Suck my nipples." My gown disappeared in the blink of an eye, and now my son held me against his own naked flesh. He moved back and paused for just a moment. I assumed he was checking to see if I truly was still asleep. In the next instant, I felt warm wetness encircle my left nipple, as he ran his tongue over it, then clamped his lips down, suckling me as if he were a babe feeding from me again. It was more erotic than anything I'd ever experienced in my entire life, and I arched my back, offering myself to him. My son was kind enough to give my right nipple the same treatment, and then he moved back and forth between them, as if he couldn't get enough of me. He had me so aroused, I was close to cumming just from his mouth and tongue on my nipples, but I needed to feel him inside me yet. 

"Oh, lover, fuck me now!" I practically screamed the words. "Fuck my hot pussy. I'm so wet for you baby." Without hesitation, Justin parted my thighs and with a smooth stroke, slid deep inside me. I felt my muscles clamp around him, sucking him in, and we both made sounds of pure lust at the feel. He stayed still inside me for several moments, and then he began to fuck me. Slowly at first, my son's strokes grew longer and harder, until he was giving me the best rutting of my life. My legs wrapped around his hips, and his mouth returned to my nipples, as he took me and rode me as hard as he could. I felt myself go over the edge and screamed something unintelligible, as I dug my nails into his shoulders. Being a young man, my son had quite a bit of stamina, and he wasn't through with me yet. He had slowed his thrusts again, letting me come down, but now he began to slowly play with my clit, teasing me until I was on the edge again. He gave my nipples long slow licks, and caressed the sides of my breasts with his hands, as he moved in and out of my dripping pussy. 

Justin was deliberately keeping me on the edge. He seemed to want to make this last as long as possible. He appeared to love the feel of my pussy clamped around him. His hands wandered down to my ass, caressing it as well, and he pushed a finger between my cheeks, but went no further. Finally, he let my orgasm sweep over me, as I thrashed about beneath him. Still he was not done. He brought me to two more orgasms before he finally allowed his own to gush forth, filling me with his hot cum, so much so that it leaked out of my pussy and ran down to the bed. After he had finished, I felt him move, and then I felt my son's mouth kissing my nether lips. As I lay there squirming, his tongue made short work of the cum that slathered my pussy lips and inner thighs. He licked me clean and gave me one final orgasm to boot. He definitely was talented with his tongue. He kissed me one final time, then I heard him rise from the bed, and move around the room for a few minutes. I opened my eyelids to slits again and that he had put his boxers back on. The next minute, I felt him pull my gown gently back over my head and dress me. He seemed to want me to have no knowledge of what had transpired that night. After we were both dressed, I felt him climb back into bed beside me again, and the then the room grew dark as he clicked off his lamp. His lips brushed mine again very softly, and then I felt him slide over and spoon my back. I fell asleep with my son's arm over me and his hand lightly cupping my breast. 



A Mother's Love Ch. 04



So began a new and even more interesting chapter in Justin's and my relationship. Outwardly, nothing had changed, except I noticed he was even more physically affectionate with me than normal. He would hug me and hold me longer against him, or kiss my cheek, but his lips would linger or land much closer to my own than they used to. Sometimes when he hugged me, I would feel his cock press into my belly, as he seemed to perpetually sport a hard on at all times now. It was intoxicating and erotic, to know that any man was that aroused by my very presence. That it was my son was mattering less and less all the while to me. He was simply an attractive, virile young man that found me desirable. If I wanted to be completely honest with myself, it was like having Brad back again in a way, for Justin reminded me so much of him every day. 

I discovered after overhearing a conversation between Justin and Darcy that he had talked to Jim and explained to him that something very disconcerting had happened to me at the party. Even though Jim pressed him, Justin had refused to tell him what the incident had been, as he knew I didn't want Jim to know. I had wondered why there had been no more phone calls after an initial one that I didn't answer, but I hadn't questioned it, I was so relieved. Now I was finding out that my son had protected me from the pain of having to tell Jim anything. He told Darcy that Jim had been worried and sad, but that he himself was too concerned that I might have to see the rapist again at some future function to worry about Jim's feelings. He had apparently been as gentle as he could when he told Jim I wouldn't see him again, but it had made him feel terrible when Jim had professed his love for me and said he had planned to ask me to marry him. The confirmation of my suspicion was both thrilling and saddening for me. I also heard Justin tell Darcy that he had 'taken care of the other situation as well'. The sound of that was somewhat ominous, and I figured the less I knew about what he meant the better.

The end of the summer was slowly approaching, and I knew soon Justin would be back in college. The time we had now would be shortened considerably once he was in class again. He had taken to sleeping in my bed every night since the night of the party. Some nights he would wait until I was 'asleep', and then he would spoon me, holding me close, gently cupping and caressing my breasts from behind, letting his hard cock press into my ass, but not going any further. I never wore panties to bed now, so he would push my gown up and press himself against my bare flesh. A few times he humped against the crack of my ass until he came, playing with my breasts the whole time. Most nights he would wait until he thought I was sleeping and then he would undress me, kiss me, lick and suck my nipples and my clit, and fuck me over and over again. It was so erotic to lie in the darkness and feel my son's warm and wet mouth slide from my neck down to a breast. He would slowly lave my nipple and tease it to hardness and then suckle it as hard as he could. Sometimes he would whisper softly to me, telling me how incredibly hot I made him and how all he wanted was to fuck me all the time. Eventually, he even began to 69 with me, pushing his steel hard dick into my mouth, and pumping away as he drank from my gushing wellspring, coaxing me to lubrication easily with his talented tongue. 

Justin was still dating Darcy as well, and there were nights he came to me after fucking her. It was especially erotic if he slid his cock into my mouth on those nights, for I could taste and smell her on him. It was almost like sharing her with him, which aroused me even more. She was a lovely girl, and I couldn't help fantasizing as I peeked at them on our sofa. I thought of being able to slip into the room and start touching both of them while they were lost in the throes of passion. I wondered what their reaction would be. Would they stop and be horrified at what I was doing, or would they be so lost in pleasure that they would easily give in to what I offered to them. I couldn't be certain, so I didn't attempt what I longed for. I even imagined Justin bringing Darcy to my bed as a present for us to share. I could easily picture her lying between us, looking up at us, a little uncertain as to what might happen, and then watching Justin lean in to kiss her, while I leaned down and licked her rosy nipples. I could imagine her gasp of surprise and perhaps even fear, but I knew we could turn her fear around quickly once we began. She was a delicious morsel to be savored and I would love to help my son do so. 

I began creating situations that Justin would 'accidentally' catch me in. I gardened wearing nothing but tight denim shorts and a white tank top. The shorts rode up the crack of my ass and showed off my legs. The tank was thin and I made certain that it was wet from the hose when he saw me in it, which clearly showed I was wearing no bra either. When Justin came out of the house, I felt his eyes sliding over me and I let him look for a few minutes, before getting up and turning, then pretending he had startled me. I let out a slight yelp and managed to slip in the mud, getting it all over me. "Help me up, son," I gasped, and he did. He pulled a little too hard and I went flying into him, my scantily clad form bumping him. I felt the outline of his dick in his tight shorts, pressing into me, and I wanted to spread my legs for him right there and let him take me. One of his hands slid down to cup my ass, as if he were steadying me, but I knew the real story. He wanted to feel my warm bare skin. I had a feeling he wanted to shove his hand underneath the denim and really touch me, but he didn't. That same day, I ran myself a bubble bath to soak in and pretended to forget to bring a towel in, so I had to call for Justin's help with that. 

When he entered the bathroom, I was sitting in the gently steaming tub, my hair curling around my face, the tops of my breasts clearly visible. The bubbles were beginning to melt, and if someone wanted to see into the water, they now could make out my puffy nipples and soft and soapy pussy. I thanked him for the towel, then asked if he would mind washing my back for me, explaining it always felt so good to have someone do that. I mentioned his dad used to do that for me all the time, and that was all he needed to grab a washcloth. Soon my son's strong hands were gently massaging soap into my muscles, moving all over my back. I felt him get close to my arms and lifted them, stretching them forward to allow him better access. I felt him growing slightly bolder as he moved his hands under my arms and down my sides to my hips. I began moaning softly, telling him how good it felt, intentionally making it seem innocent but sexual at the same time. His fingers moved even further forward and now he practically touching the sides of my breasts. I longed for him to, and I could sense he wanted to as well. He kept moving his hands in circles in the same spot, as if debating about taking the plunge. It was maddening and erotic at the same time. I decided to tease him a bit more, so I thanked him for his help and then said I'd soak for a few more minutes. I sat up and then leaned back against the tub, closing my eyes, and giving him a perfect view of my plump breasts and rosy nipples. When I lay back, my breasts were entirely exposed to him, and I took the washcloth and began washing between my legs, seeming to ignore him, but in actuality, keenly aware of his eyes on my hand and the washcloth. I caressed and rubbed slowly, arousing myself. I opened my eyes and stared straight into his. "Honey, was there something else you wanted?" I made my voice a little husky and watched him as I continued to lazily wash my pussy. 

"What? Oh, well, kinda." 

Inwardly I smiled, but all I said was "What is it then?" I was curious to see what the answer would be. 

"Mom. . ." Justin started to say more, but I parted my pussy lips with the cloth and began slowly washing between them now. I could see his shorts growing tighter by the second at the crotch. He swallowed hard, watching my fingers moving the washcloth softly and sensually against that most intimate place. 

"Mom. . ." he began again, then cleared his throat. "Warm in here, " he muttered and got himself a drink of water from the tap. He swallowed it quickly, then looked at me again. My nipples had hardened even more from my caresses and his eyes fastened on them with hunger. I had a feeling he was fighting with himself not to come to the tub and start sucking them. Sitting up, I let the water out of the tub, and stood up, completely exposing myself to my son now.  

"Justin, may I ask you something real quick?" My son was blinking rapidly and seemed to have trouble focusing on anything but my tits. "I just have a question for you."

"Um, sure, yeah. . ." My son was totally distracted by my body. It was the first time I'd been awake that he knew of when he was seeing me naked, and this seemed to put him off guard. 

I threw him even more of a curve ball. "Do you think my body is sexy?" He looked at me, dumbfounded. I smiled at him. "I mean it. If I was out on the market, would you or someone your age want to make love to me?"

"Mom. . .don't ask me questions like that. It's creepy." I wanted to laugh at that response, so juvenile was it, and even more so since he HAD been fucking me like a rabbit most nights!

"I'm sorry, sweetie, I'm not trying to creep you out, but I just wondered. If you saw me on a street or in the mall, would you try to get in my pants?"

"Mother!" Justin sounded completely shocked by my choice of words. I laughed.

"Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to offend you! You know what I mean though. Would you?"

Moment of truth. I knew his answer would determine things from this point on. It was time. Far too soon, summer would be over. I watched him think about what he should say, how truthful to be. Finally my son took a deep breath and looked me in the eye, nodding. "Yes, I would. I think you're incredibly sexy and I would try everything in my power to get you into bed. How's that?"

"Well, if it's true, then thank you. I would say the same about you." He hesitated for a split second, then handed me my towel, looking into my eyes.

"Really? I'm glad." He gave me a big grin. "Now, let's get you dried off, young lady. Can't have you getting cold after your bath." He drew the towel around me gently and wrapped me in it, pulling me to him for a lingering hug.  I snuggled against his chest as he held me tightly. My bare skin was damp against him, and extremely soft and inviting after my soak in the tub. He wasn't wearing a shirt, so he could feel my heat through the towel against his skin. I sighed softly with pleasure and felt his fingers begin to massage my shoulder muscles. I moved slightly forcing the towel to slip a bit, and Justin didn't seem to mind in the least. I could hear my boy's heart beating quickly as I laid my cheek against his chest. His cock was pressing into my belly through his shorts and the towel, and I could imagine it must be painful. I wanted to ease his pain very badly. I wanted to look into my son's eyes as he took me, knowingly and willingly, putting aside all the pretense of being unaware. The tension in the room was growing by the second, and I knew one of us needed to make a move now. I reached down between our bodies and pressed my fingers around his shaft through his shorts. Justin gasped audibly and made a choking sound of need and surprise, but didn't pull away. Encouraged, I began stroking him lightly through his shorts, hungry for his body again.

Quickly I opened his zipper and drew him out, my hand wrapping around his thick length, and he uttered a small sound of pure lust. Looking deep into his beautiful eyes, I massaged my son's thick shaft, feeling precum ooze from his tip in minutes. I massaged the sticky liquid into his cockhead and slowly up and down his length. He was trying to get a breath, but couldn't seem to manage for quite some time. When my free hand moved into his shorts and began to play with his balls, he seemed to come out of his stupor and caught my upper arms. My towel fell to the floor, leaving me bare to his eyes, and again they were drawn to my breasts, lingering on my hard nipples. I watched him lick his lips unconsciously, and knew he was dying to taste those hard buds again. Justin managed to bring his eyes back up to mine after a few minutes of admiring my breasts, and he pushed me back just slightly, trying not to hurt me. I refused to let go of his dick and balls, so he couldn't push me away too much. He found his tongue at last.

"Mom. . .Mom, calm down. Stop and let's talk about this." 

"There's nothing to talk about, sweetheart. Just things to do."  Again I stroked him up and down with practiced ease. "I want to suck on your cock and then I want you to fuck me." 

Justin's eyes grew wide at my words, and he blinked rapidly, as if trying to absorb what I was saying. I pushed my breasts against his chest and moved my body so that he could feel the nipples pressing into his flesh. I looked boldly into his beautiful eyes, so much like Brad's, and saw lust coupled with fear in them. He was apparently afraid to give in to his desires with me awake. He was still holding my upper arms, so I couldn't put them around him, but I pressed into his body as much as I could. I licked my lips slowly, continuing to massage him thoroughly and felt him grow even firmer beneath my loving fingers. His grip on my arms loosened slightly and I pulled free and slid my arms around his neck, pulling his lips slowly toward mine. He was fighting a battle within himself I knew, for he wanted to give in, but also to step away from the pleasure he knew was waiting for him. We both knew if he kissed me, he was lost. He groaned softly as his mouth moved closer to mine, and I could feel his heart pounding against my body. His hesitance seemed to fuel my desire. When our lips were less than an inch apart, I spoke softly.

"Justin, you've been fucking me while you thought I was asleep. It's time to drop the pretense that this shocks you and just take me."

At my words, my son groaned again, and then his mouth was on mine. I felt his tongue seeking entrance into my mouth which I happily granted. One of his hands moved to the small of my back and down to cup my ass. The other began fondling my breasts, playing with my erect nipples. My pussy was soaked with desire by now, and Justin was hard as a rock, so I released him and slid my arms around him instead. Our tongues massaged one another, and he ground into me, pushing his cock against my willing body. I humped against him, the scent of my arousal mixing with the smell of soap in the heat of the bathroom. Our kiss went on and on, and his hands were everywhere on my body at once, or so it seemed. He began backing me up toward the wall, never releasing my lips the entire time. I felt the cool tile against my back, and then he broke the kiss at last, and slid his hands beneath my ass, lifting me. My legs slid around his hips, opening me for him, and he slid in with one smooth stroke, moving his mouth to my neck and then down to my right breast. He lapped at my nipple hungrily and began pumping slowly into me. My nails scored his shoulders lightly, and I moaned. My sound of desire seemed to inflame my son, and he pumped even harder and faster. His tongue moved back and forth between my nipples and the feel drove me over the edge quickly. My pussy muscles clamped against him, and milked an orgasm from him almost as quickly. Hot seed gushed into my womb, as my son claimed me.

Justin wasn't done with me yet though. He slid his arms around me and held me to him, his hands under my ass, as he strode out of the bathroom and down the hall to my bedroom. Without a pause he walked over to the bed and sat down, unhooking my legs from around him. I lay back on the bed and he rose. He stripped his shorts off and in an instant was on the bed with me again. Almost before I knew it, his thick cock was bobbing in my face and his mouth and tongue were lovingly licking me clean slowly, tasting his own cum and drinking it from my pussy. I gasped and opened my mouth, sliding my lips over him and tasting myself on his delicious shaft. Slowly and tenderly we sucked each other, his tongue sliding over my clit and into my slit, and mine bathing every inch of his shaft and dipping down to his balls. I had never been eaten out so sweetly and I tried to give my son the same treatment. I lost track of just how long we lay there enjoying the taste of one another's most intimate spots, but time didn't matter. We were simply loving one another thoroughly and it was a beautiful sensation. Justin brought me to orgasm twice more with his mouth between my legs and I drank his cum down once. It was thrilling to feel him slowly grow in my mouth and beneath my tongue until he exploded.

After my second orgasm he kissed me softly on my mound and then pulled out of my mouth, moving to look into my face again. He lay back and opened his arms and I moved to cuddle against him, my cheek resting on his shoulder. Justin gently rubbed his hand up and down my arm, then slid his palm beneath my arm and onto the side of my breast. He softly caressed it, thumbing my nipple lazily every so often. I stroked my fingers over his chest, enjoying the feel of each muscle, and running my fingertip around his own nipples softly. We lay without speaking for quite some time, both basking in the afterglow of mind-blowing sex and not quite sure what to say. Finally my son broke the silence.

"Mom. . .wow. I never expected, or intended, this."

"I know that, darling."

"So, have you been awake every time?"

I nodded against his body. "Yes, I admit, I have. I still have very strong sexual urges, and no one but your father was ever able to satisfy me. That is, until you." I took a deep breath and continued. "Quite some time ago, I happened to catch you and Darcy in the living room making out. I meant to leave, but somehow I just couldn't stop watching. It was incredibly arousing, and then I started wanting you. You're so much like your father. I tried to resist the urges, and even started dating Jim to try to stop it, but the need has been too strong."

"I don't quite know what to say." He seemed a little upset, but he hadn't stopped touching me, so I took that as a good sign and went on.

"I started coming into your room and sucking you off. You just tasted so good, and every time you seemed to think it was Darcy, so I let it continue. Then the thing happened at the party and it was horrible. I knew I'd have to stop seeing Jim and it hadn't helped anyway. I was just wanting you more all the time. Then you slept with me that night and I. . .well, I pretended to be dreaming about your father, just so you'd end up making love to me, or at least I hoped you would. Then after you did, you kept doing it, and it was wonderful. I was afraid you'd hate me if I admitted it to you, so I kept quiet. I'm sorry son."

Suddenly I found myself starting to cry. The relief of being able to finally admit to Justin what I had done, coupled with the stigma still attached to the act between mother and son hit me all at once. As I wept, I waited to see if my son would push me away or not. He lay still for a few minutes then he began stroking my hair, holding me close to him. 

"Mom, c'mon. Shh, shh. It's okay. It's okay, baby. I love you and I understand. I wanted you too, after that first night of your dream. You felt so damned good and you were so sexy and lost, I wanted to comfort you. Then I just couldn't stop. I thought you were such a deep sleeper you'd never know. I just wanted to make you feel good, and you started seeming happier after I began it, so I couldn't stop."




A Mother's Love Ch. 04



Justin sat up and pushed me back on the bed gently, kissing my eyes and cheeks, trying to kiss my tears away. His lips were soft and tender as he moved them over my face and eventually he moved to my mouth, kissing me ever so gently. It was a true lover's kiss, and there was nothing of my son in it, only my sexual partner. My lips moved in response to his and he slid over to lie atop my body. He began kissing my neck and moved down to my collarbone and then lower to the tops of my breasts. He worked his way down, dropping soft kisses all over each breast and avoiding my nipples, until I was moaning and writhing. He smiled and spoke.

"You like that, don't you baby? Feels good to have my mouth on your tits, doesn't it? You have the greatest tits in the world, sweetheart. Even better than Darcy, but don't tell her I said that. Mommy wants her boy to suck her tits doesn't she?" 

I found his words incredibly erotic and moaned out his name, begging him to continue. He laughed softly, a silky sound that tickled my eardrums.

"Oh, Mommy likes that her son is sucking on her nipples doesn't she?" He leaned over and did so, teasing me. I was loving every minute of it.

"Will you spread your pretty legs for me, baby? Will you let me in your pussy again, with my big dick? I wanna fuck your sweet pussy, Mom. Can I?"

"Oh, God, Justin. Please."

"Please what sweetheart? Please fuck you?" He knew he was making me hotter and wetter by the moment.

"Yes, please, my darling. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Suck my nipples. Do it all!"

"Oh, very nice. Mommy asked very nicely, so sonny will suck her pretty titties and fuck her pretty pussy. Does Mommy like her clitty sucked too?"

"God yes, sweetheart. Fuck me raw!"

Justin stopped talking suddenly and crushed his mouth against mine, pushing my legs apart with his knee and leg and then entering me with a stroke. We coupled madly, his hard cock thrusting in and out wildly, and I was soon clasping his shaft with my inner muscles again. Still he kept on, nowhere close to being done, and he did indeed fuck me raw. When he finally let himself go inside me, I was exhausted, and so was he. We lay there together, panting and in a tangled mess of sheets. It was fabulous, but I knew I would need some recovery time before another session with him. It was quiet for some time and then Justin spoke softly, almost shyly.

"Mom, the things I just said. . .they didn't bother you did they? I don't want to upset you."

"Oh, sweetheart, no! They were wonderful. So erotic and they just made me want you more. Couldn't you tell?!" I laughed softly and he joined me.

"It seemed like it, but I just wanted to make sure. I just said whatever sexy thing popped into my head and it was turning me on, but I wanted to make sure it was okay for you too."

"Yes, it was lovely. Don't worry about it. In the throes of passion we all say things that we probably wouldn't say any other time, and they can be extremely erotic." It was quiet for a bit longer, then I spoke.

"Justin, may I ask you a question?"

"Sure, anything." He squeezed my hand.

"Well, I hope this doesn't change your feelings about me, or about Darcy. I would never want to come between you two."

"Mom, I really like Darcy and this doesn't change that. I'm not ready to settle on one person anyway, so it's cool. As far as you're concerned, nothing could ever change my feelings about you. This only makes me know just how much you love me."

"Good, I'm glad. Now, I want to ask you one more question, and whatever your answer is, it's fine."

"Okay. . ." He sounded a little unsure.

"Don't worry, it's nothing bad. It's just a sort of fantasy I've had at times, and now that the truth is out, I just wanted to ask you how feasible it might be."

"Oh, okay, no problem. What is it?"

"It's about Darcy actually. She's lovely, and sometimes when I've watched the two of you together, I've wondered what it would be like to join you. Just to come in and start touching you both. I was afraid before, because I didn't want to disgust either of you, but now I figured I could ask what you thought."

He was quiet for a few minutes, then spoke a bit breathlessly. "Oh, God, that is a hot thought. Sharing Darcy with you. I'd love to see the two of you together, and I'd love for us to kiss her and taste her together. She's never been with another woman."

"Neither have I."

"To get you to both have your first lesbian experience with each other and with me.  That's fucking hot."

"Well, how feasible do you think it would be?"

"She's pretty open minded, so I could talk to her about it. Might have to get a drink or two into her, just enough to relax her, but I don't want to force her, and I'm sure you don't either."

"No, of course not. Why don't you see how she feels about the idea first, and then we'll go from there."

"Sounds good. I don't know about you, but I'm ready to call it a day." It had actually gotten dark outside while we'd been having our fun and our chat.

"Wow. Yes, I agree. I'm exhausted. Let's crash."

We snuggled together, and I was confident that the day would come soon when Justin and I would share Darcy's delicious body with no problem.



A Mother's Love Ch. 05



After that night, there was no more need for pretense, and Justin and I started living as if we were a couple instead of mother and son. He still called me Mom and we were very cautious around other people, but when we were alone, it was a different story. We eventually made love in every room of our house, and in every conceivable position. Justin still had not talked to Darcy yet, but he had broached the subject of another woman with her, and he said she wasn't against the idea necessarily. She hadn't seemed overly eager, but nor was she turned off by the idea. In fact, he told me he had described a fantasy to her while they were making love and it seemed to get her more excited than usual. That was encouraging news to me, as I found the idea of sharing her with Justin more and more enticing. The idea of being with another woman was something that never would have occurred to me in the past, but after watching my son with Darcy for so long, I knew it would be a phenomenal experience for all of us. My only concern was that it might frighten her and make her break things off with Justin, and I didn't want to see that happen. He kept reassuring me that it wouldn't, but I was still concerned.

Whenever Justin brought Darcy to the house, I tried to spend some time with her, hoping to catch her interest in some subtle way. I complimented her often, but not so much that it seemed insincere. I meant each one I gave her, and she seemed appreciative of them, and paid me some back as well. She was such a sweet girl, and I could tell she wanted my approval of her. She really seemed to care about my son quite a lot, and that made me love her all the more. Anyone who made Justin happy would make me happy. I was very affectionate with her, touching her arm or hugging her when the opportunity arose, and she responded happily. Feeling her firm breasts pressed against me as I hugged her excited me, and I could imagine her bare skin pressed against my own, as my son caressed us both. I longed for her naked between us on the bed, being teased and pleasured until she screamed out in joyful orgasmic passion. When I peeked at the two of them in the den, I wanted to lick Justin's thick cock as it slid smoothly into Darcy's pretty pussy. I wanted to slide my tongue over her clit as he fucked her. I wanted to share my son's cock with her, each of us licking and sucking on it together. Just imagining all those things and more made me masturbate furiously as they fucked on the sofa. 

As Justin slid slowly into my pussy one night after Darcy had left, he spoke softly. "I've rented us a cabin in the mountains next weekend, my love. For you, me and Darcy." My pulse quickened at those words, and I gasped in pleasure as he began to lightly pinch my nipples. "I thought we could take a bottle of wine and just spend the weekend together. It's very isolated there and very beautiful. I think it might be easier to convince her if we're in a new setting. She may be more willing to try something new." He leaned over and kissed me deeply, continuing to stroke slowly in and out of my gushing slit. "Would Mommy like to fuck sweet Darcy with her sonny boy?"

"God, yes, Justin. You know I would."

"I want to share her with you, Mom. I want to see you eat her pussy and watch you make her cum for you. That would be so hot. I want you to make her so horny she begs for it." His thrusts grew harder into my pussy and he started licking my nipples and then sucking on them, as I dug my nails into his back, scoring it lightly. The idea of his mother and his girlfriend together sexually was making my boy more aroused by the minute, and very soon, he gushed forth into my pussy, shouting my name. I felt my own wave sweep over me and rode it to the crest and back down. As we lay together afterwards, I touched my son's cheek softly.

"Have you talked to Darcy about the weekend yet, sweetheart?"

"Not yet, but I will tomorrow. I wanted to make certain everything was set before I mentioned it. I think she's going to love the idea."

Justin was right as usual. Darcy came over that night and ran into the kitchen and hugged me tightly, her nipples extending the front of her thin t-shirt. She had no bra on and I felt my loins dampen with excitement, thinking of how easy it would be to touch her almost bare breast as she hugged me. She was fairly dancing with excitement and her eyes sparkled with joy. Her enthusiasm was catching, and I found myself laughing with her. 

"Oh, Casey, I'm so excited! I can hardly wait to go. Justin is so sweet to surprise us this way, isn't he?"

"Yes, sweetie, he is. He loves coming up with surprises. You just never know what he'll do next!" My words had hidden meaning, but of course, she had no idea. 

"I'm glad you're going with us, Casey. After that awful thing at the party, you need to get away."

"Well, thank you, Darcy. I'm glad too, and that you don't mind sharing Justin."

"Of course not! I think we'll have a great time." At that moment, Justin entered the room, and came over and hugged her to him, winking at me above her head. I smiled back and nodded. 

"Well, come on, pretty girl, we need to get going. See you later, Mom." My son blew me a kiss and away they went. 

After they had departed, I went upstairs to look through my clothes and find the sexiest and most appropriate items for our weekend getaway. I wanted to arouse and entice both of them with my body and my clothing. After sorting through my things, I had picked out items that pleased me and looked best on me. I pulled my suitcases out of the closet and set them out to air a bit. I was restless, and found myself dwelling on the feel of Darcy's delicious body pressed to mine. She was so sexy, and Justin was always telling me now how sweet she tasted. I could scarcely wait to find out. I found my pussy throbbing with need, and I knew I couldn't wait for Justin to get home later. I needed relief now. I lay down on the bed and ran my hands gently over my body, enjoying the feel of my fingers. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, teasing myself, pretending that Justin was directing Darcy to do so. I could easily imagine him urging her to open my blouse and bare me to their sight and to their mouths. Perhaps they would share me as well. That thought was so arousing, I found my hand inside my panties quickly, sliding over my clit and rubbing it until I was screaming my pleasure aloud. The weekend couldn't come quickly enough for me! It was only two more days away, however, and I knew time would pass before I knew it.

Of course, I was right. Friday had finally arrived, and so had Darcy with her single suitcase. Justin put it in the trunk of the car as well as our bags, and then we were ready to go. I had Darcy sit up front with Justin and I had the backseat to myself to stretch out and relax. We were all in very good spirits as we drove along, chatting easily and sometimes singing with the radio. There was plenty of easy laughter and a feeling of warmth in the air. At times, I sat forward to talk to the couple more easily, and when I did, I slid my hand onto each of their shoulders to steady myself, lightly caressing. Again, I was tempted to move my hand to the swell of Darcy's ripe breast, but I refrained. There would be plenty of time to coax her this weekend, and I hoped things would go the way we hoped. I didn't want to force this lovely young woman, but I was also in great need of at least tasting her pussy just once. I hoped that we would be able to arouse her enough that she wouldn't want to say no. We stopped for dinner along the way and a short time later were back on the road. As the evening's gloaming began, we pulled into the long driveway that led to the main office and then branched off into the woods, breaking off into smaller roads that led to the cabins. Justin had reserved one nearest the river that ran along the rear of the property. There were no other cars when we pulled in, and Justin popped inside the office and checked us in. He came back out with the key and soon we were parked before a lovely log cabin known as 'River's Edge'. 

"They name all the cabins here," Justin explained with a grin. 

The cabin had a roofed front porch that held a swing and a couple of rocking chairs. We entered a living area with a fireplace, comfortably furnished with a pillow-covered sofa, a coffee table and two easy chairs big enough for two people to sit in easily. Lamps were scattered about the room, giving it a homey feel. A stairway just to the right of the entrance led to the upper floor. An open doorway near the rear of the room led to a kitchen complete with all the accessories. A sliding glass door behind a table and four chairs would show a lovely view of the river in the daylight. There was a stocked pantry in the kitchen as well. Walking upstairs, we found two large bedrooms. They contained king-sized beds with fluffy comforters and pillows piled high. The bed in the master bedroom was a canopy bed, with a sheer white canopy fastened to the bedposts. It could easily be let down if one wanted to sleep behind it. The other bed was a sleigh style. Both rooms contained two nightstands, each holding a lamp. The closets were ample and there were dressers in each room as well. Each room had its own bath, although the tub in the master bedroom was a large jacuzzi tub. I had a picture flash in my mind of the three of us in that large tub together, and felt myself get wet immediately. 

"Well, ladies, what do you think?" Justin seemed a bit anxious. It was very important to him that we approve. Darcy threw her arms around him and kissed him soundly, and I smiled.

"Oh Justin, it's even better than I would have ever guessed! Thank you, thank you!"

I laughed and said, "Yes, I have to agree with Darcy, sweetheart. It's a lovely place. You picked well." 

He blew out a breath of relief and pretended to wipe his forehead. "Well, that's good. I was hoping you two would be pleased. This will give all of us a chance to get to know each other even better, especially you two." He grabbed the two of us in a bear hug, a huge smile on his face. "I'll bring the bags up and then if you guys want to unpack, I'll get dinner started." He blew us both a kiss and trotted downstairs.

Casey sighed softly and I glanced at her. She had watched my son go with a loving look in her eyes. "Everything okay, kiddo?" 

She glanced at me and gave a small smile. "Yes, it is. It's just. . .well. . .please don't say anything Casey, but I think I'm falling in love with your son. He's just the most wonderful man, so caring and loving."

I nodded. "Yes, he's just like his dad in that regard. Brad was always that way too. You would've liked him and he would've adored you! He always wanted a girl to go along with our boy, but it never happened." 

"Well, you're wonderful too, you know. Justin loves you so much. It's such a nice thing, to see a man that loves his mom so much." If only she knew just how much, I thought. 

"Thank you, sweetie. I appreciate that. I love him too, but I'm glad he's got you in his life. I think you're good for him."

"My turn to say thanks. I'm so glad you're not like some mothers I've seen. They don't want their sons to like any woman but them." She shook her head. 

"Well, I don't see why I should be jealous. I know Justin loves me, and I also know that he has room in his heart for another woman someday."

"I can't help but hope it might be me."

I gave the girl another hug. "You know something, Darcy, I hope so too."

Just then Justin came in with the bags. He set mine down in the bedroom we were currently in and took his and Darcy's to the master bedroom, where they would be sleeping. Darcy followed him out, presumably to unpack, and I did the same. It didn't take long and I headed downstairs, sniffing the air. Justin had started dinner as promised and I could smell garlic simmering. He must be making his infamous spaghetti for dinner. I wandered into the kitchen where he was and gave him a hug around his waist. 

"That smells wonderful darling."

"Thanks Mom. Wanna keep me company while I cook? Darcy's taking a bath before dinner."

I nodded and sat down at the table, looking out into the now-dark evening. There were no street lamps at all out where we were and it was pitch black. I loved the feeling of the three of us being completely alone. I turned back to watch Justin cooking. He moved about the kitchen with a confident air, and seemed very happy. It was wonderful to see him so content. 

"Justin, I really do like Darcy. I mean besides just the sexual liking. She's a very sweet girl."

"Gotta agree with you there, Mom. I like her a lot myself."

"I think she cares for you very much, you know."

"Yes, I have a feeling she does, but I'm still not ready to settle down with anyone. You know that."

"Yes, I do, but I think when you start feeling a bit more ready, you should definitely keep her in mind. I know it's none of my business really, but I think she could make you happy."

"Well, we'll see. In the meantime, I'm going to open a bottle of wine with dinner and we can work on turning the conversation to sexual fantasies or something like that."

I nodded in agreement and we continued to chat about inconsequential things until Darcy came downstairs, fresh and glowing from her bath. She wore a simple long t-shirt, in a light rose color that looked particularly good on her. Her hair was curling slightly about her face, and she was barefoot. She had timed her entrance perfectly, as Justin had just finished pulling the garlic bread out of the oven and straining the spaghetti. We all sat down to a delicious meal, sipping our wine and chatting about places we'd like to visit, dreams we had, and the like. At last, the topic turned to fantasy. We were all on our second glass of wine by now, and I could see that Darcy was very relaxed. I was myself, for that matter. We decided to take our wine into the den and start a fire in the fireplace. Quickly the dishes were cleared away by Darcy and me, as Justin went ahead to start the fire, and by the time we had finished and entered the room, he had the flames crackling and was seated on the sofa. Darcy sat beside him and I sat down on the other side of her, snuggling into the corner of the sofa. 

"So, as I was saying, what's your favorite fantasy, Darcy?" I was curious to see what she'd say. 

"Hmmmmm. . .not quite sure. I guess the typical girl fantasy. You know, white horse, prince, that whole bit."

"Well, what about sexually?" Justin piped in. He grinned at her, and she grinned back, blushing slightly, but not flinching. "C'mon. I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours. Heck, I bet Mom would even tell hers, right Mom?"

I laughed lightly. "Sure. Why not? But Darcy has to go first!" 

"Well, okay. You guys asked for it!" She was laughing, totally relaxed, leaning against Justin. He started rubbing her arm lightly, waiting to see what she'd say. "I guess one fantasy of mine is a threesome. You know, me and another woman and my guy, just having fun. I think that would be really sexy."

"Cool. Well, I guess mine would be similar." Justin grinned. "Me and two chicks. I'd love to have that attention, with both of them playing with me and doing all sorts of lovely things." He paused. "How about you, Mom?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe the same as Darcy. Another woman and me pleasing a man. Taking turns with each other and just losing ourselves in pleasure. That's a very arousing thought." I noticed that Justin had let his fingers wander from Darcy's arm over to lightly caress her breast, but she made no protest in the least. I could see her nipples were standing out through the thin material of her t-shirt, and wondered if she was getting as wet from all this talk, as I was. "I think it would be very hot to have the other woman lie back and open her legs wide, and let the man lick and suck on her pussy, while I played with her nipples and kissed her. Then he and I could change places after awhile. Or we could share her pussy even. I'd love to have him sliding in and out of her while I licked him and licked her at the same time." I noticed Darcy was squirming just a bit, and that Justin was moving his hand lightly over both breasts now. 

The girl spoke a bit breathlessly. "Yes, that does sound pretty exciting. I can imagine doing that too. I'd love to lie back and let the other two play with me for awhile. I bet it would feel really good. I've never done anything like that before."  

Justin cupped her breasts gently, running his thumb over her rock hard nipples. I ached to suck them through her t-shirt, but I sat still. Darcy took another sip of her wine and then she and my son kissed as he continued to caress her breasts. I could see that she was getting more and more aroused by the moment, for she was really squirming now. My damp pussy was sopping and I ached to touch myself as I watched them. Justin opened his eyes and looked directly into mine as he continued to kiss Darcy. This turned me on even more, for he was deliberately including me in the moment. In a moment, he pulled the girl to a sitting position, facing him and moved his lips to her neck. She was so turned on, she seemed to have forgotten I was even in the room. He kissed his way down the side of her neck, over her collarbone and down over the swell of her breast. I heard her gasp with pleasure when his lips fastened over her nipple. Justin was running his hands lightly over her back now as he suckled on Darcy's pert bud through the t-shirt. She gripped his shoulders tightly, moaning softly. Never lifting his head, he suddenly beckoned me over with two fingers, then went back to rubbing her back. I wasted no time in sliding down the couch to join them. I could smell her arousal as soon as I moved closer to them, and I wanted to bury my nose between her thighs, but I knew it must move slowly. I let my hands join my son's on her back, just rubbing lightly, as he began to lave her nipple with his tongue. 

Darcy was moaning again at the feel and arching her back slightly, so I took the opportunity to slide my hands from her back around to caress her breasts. I cupped the breast that Justin was lavishing attention on, feeding it to him, and slid my other hand over to touch and massage her other breast. Her eyes flew open, as she realized what was happening, and she looked startled. "Wh. . .what. . ." she started to say, but Justin took her lips with his own, and my mouth replaced his on her taut nipple. The rubbery bud felt wonderful between my lips, but I wanted bare flesh, so as he kissed her, I began pulling the hem of her t-shirt upwards. She whimpered slightly as the material rose past her hips, but she didn't struggle or try to fight, as it apparently had her too aroused. Encouraged, I lifted my head and pushed the shirt up to bare her plump breasts. Her rose colored nipples were lovely to behold. The one that Justin and I had been suckling was a bit puffy from all the attention. She looked utterly delicious in her tiny white lace panties and with her shirt pushed up to her armpits. 

"Darcy, you're beautiful," I murmured softly and leaned forward, giving her exposed breast a gentle kiss. I began dropping tiny light kisses all over the sweet globe, enjoying the scent of her soft flesh and the feel of it beneath my lips. I let my fingers began to work on her other breast again, teasing her nipple with my thumb, as I trailed my tongue over her bare skin. My son still continued to kiss her, but now his hand reached out and he began caressing my breasts softly. I knew that his cock had to be rock hard by now. I pursed my lips around Darcy's nipple and began to suck softly at it. She tasted so damn sweet. I could scarcely wait to bury my face between her legs and get a real taste of her. 

"Justin, don't you think Darcy has amazing tits?" I wanted to see how she reacted once my son stopped kissing her for a moment. He released her mouth and she gasped for air for a moment. His hands joined mine and we massaged her firm breasts together.




A Mother's Love Ch. 05



"Oh, yes, Mom. I've been telling her that for the longest time. They're really sensitive too. Watch." He leaned in and ran his tongue over the neglected nipple and it sprang completely to life. Darcy moaned with pleasure and pulled his head closer to her. He began suckling for all he was worth, and as she arched her back, I moved my hand down and began caressing her pelvic bone. Her eyes flew open again, but all she could do was groan with pleasure. Smiling, I moved my hand down to her crotch, delighted to find her tiny panties were soaked. I took my forefinger and began running the tip of it up and down her cleft, teasing her a bit. Now Darcy was arching her back and moving her hips. I slid my fingers beneath the leg of her panties and stroked over her nether lips, enjoying the soft feel of them, and the slick wetness that had oozed onto them. I began rubbing it into her skin, watching Justin move his mouth back and forth between her nipples now. I walked my fingers over her pussy lips, letting my middle finger dip briefly into her slit and graze her clit. She cried out with pleasure, and I knew that we could make her cum any minute if we chose. 

More excited than ever, I said hoarsely "Justin, let's take her upstairs." There was no hesitation as he scooped her up and headed to the stairs, with me trotting right behind. He took her into their room and laid her on the bed, finishing undressing her and tossing the t-shirt aside. Our clothes joined hers in moments, and then we lay on the bed as I had pictured at home, Darcy in between us, looking up into our faces, cheeks flushed from passion, lips swollen from kissing, nipples hard and rosy and pussy soft and flowing. Justin and I smiled at one another and then down at our lovely playmate. 

"Let the games begin," Justin said.



A Mother's Love Ch. 06



I smiled at Justin's playful words, as we looked down at our lovely Darcy. Her beautiful breasts were heaving with quick breaths, her nipples standing up like little soldiers, begging for attention. Her long blonde hair was tousled a bit and her green eyes were glazed and unfocused from the wine and the making out. I could smell her arousal and my own pussy was drenched with need. Justin was rock hard, and stroking himself slowly, as he gazed down at our playmate. He leaned down to kiss her softly, catching one of her hands and moving it to his cock. Immediately her fingers grasped him and began sliding up and down the shaft, taking on the rhythm he had started. I watched them for a moment, then leaned over and joined their kiss, sliding my tongue gently between their lips. I heard both of them gasp with pleasure, and Darcy's free hand suddenly was caressing my right breast. Her touch was so soft and feminine, something I had never experienced, except by my own hand. I was even more aroused by the act, reached down between her thighs, stroking her pussy lips. Justin's hand brushed by mine, and I moved my fingers to spread her lips wide for him. Immediately, he slid his middle finger up and down her slit and diddled her clit. She began thumbing my nipple in response, and stroking Justin even faster.

My son raised his head from Darcy's and leaned over to kiss me on the lips as he played with her body. His mouth took mine and his tongue plundered the inside of my mouth. I could hear Darcy making little sounds of pleasure as he stroked her. I reached out with my free hand and joined her in stroking his cock. His kiss became deeper as he felt both our hands grasping him, urging him toward his pleasure. I heard Darcy cry out and realized he had slid two fingers into her pussy and had been fucking her with them, bringing her to her first orgasm of the night. He pulled back from the kiss and said softly to me "How about a taste of our sweet girl, Mom?"

In seconds I found myself kneeling between Darcy's firm thighs, pushing them open as wide as possible. Her pussy was glistening with her juices and she was panting. I ran my hands over her breasts first, teasing her, then as Justin began sucking on her nipples again, I lowered my mouth and took my first taste of another female. I kissed her lightly on her nether lips, then deepened the kiss. A wonderful aroma wafted into my nose, and I dipped the tip of my tongue into her. I could hear her moaning with pleasure again, knowing Justin was playing with her as well. She tasted divine, sweet and tangy at the same time. Wanting more, I slipped my tongue deep into her and began fucking her myself now. I let the slippery muscle work over the cave of her womanhood and slide against her clit. I felt her hips move beneath my ministrations, and that urged me onward. I was determined to drink her nectar as it gushed forth. I grabbed her hips and ground my mouth and nose into her, lapping and sucking until finally I felt her orgasmic juices fill my mouth. It was heavenly! I drank every drop hungrily until there was no more and then I licked her pussy clean. 

Sitting up, I looked over at Darcy, and saw Justin was kissing her again. Her nipples were very red and puffy, so he had apparently been paying them quite a bit of attention during my delicious treat. He felt me move and pulled back, smiling at me. I gave him a smile back and then leaned over and took Darcy's mouth with my own, letting her taste herself on another woman's lips for the first time. She responded eagerly, sliding her arms around me and pulling me close to her slender young body. I rolled to my side, pulling her with me so we were kissing and facing each other. I ran my hands over her back and down to her ass, cupping it and squeezing it, grinding into her. She returned the movement and her tongue massaged and danced with mine. I felt my son's hands move between our bodies and he began to play with both sets of breasts. He caressed us together and manipulated our breasts so that our nipples were rubbing against each other. Darcy wanted to cum again, for she was squirming in my arms, trying to slide herself against my leg to stimulate herself. I parted my thighs and let her do so, and I began the same movement against her. We humped each other wildly, Justin's hands moving all over our bodies, until Darcy cried out and I felt her pussy gushing against my bare thigh. That was all it took to drive me over the edge as well, and I called out her name as my nectar coated her skin. We released one another and fell on our backs, panting, only to find Justin licking our cum from our legs. He cleaned each of us thoroughly with his questing tongue, as we recovered, smacking his lips afterwards.

"You two are delicious!" He grinned at us, his hard cock jutting out proudly.

Darcy and I exchanged a glance and rose to our knees at the same time, our mouths descending softly on my son's hard shaft. He moaned with delight at the feel of two soft mouths caressing him. She stroked his balls as well, while I massaged his ass, our lips and tongues moving on his cock the entire time. He put a hand on each of heads, urging us on, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. We began to take turns sucking on him. One mouth slid over his cockhead and downward, while another tongue caressed lower down the shaft, then we would switch. Justin's fingers tangled in my hair and gripped, but not too hard. He was making certain not to hurt either of us. Lovingly we sucked him together, bringing him closer and closer to the edge of pleasure. At times we would even kiss around his cock, our tongues dancing as we slid them over him. This seemed to drive him insane with the pleasure. I was quite certain he had never had two women at the same time, and I found out later that I was right in this thought. The fact that one of them was his girlfriend and one was his mother had to be one of the hottest scenarios anyone could imagine. I knew what it was doing to me. That society found it taboo made it all the more sweet and erotic.

Justin stopped us from sucking him suddenly and pulled back just slightly. His voice was hoarse with lust as he spoke.

"I've dreamed of this moment for too long to pass it up now. Lay back, darlings, I want to cum all over your beautiful tits and I'm close now. Then we can clean each other up."

We obliged him without a fuss, and he stroked himself over us, hard and fast, until a stream of cum began spurting forth. He coated both of our chests liberally, groaning almost painfully the entire time. When he had finished, he dropped down and sat on the bed, panting. 

"Let me catch my breath, and then we'll feast."

True to his word, the moment Justin had stopped breathing hard, he leaned over, kissed each of us in turn and then pulled me over to join him in licking Darcy clean. What a pleasure it was to share my son's cum with him, lapping every drop from her soft skin. I paid special attention to her nipples, as they were succulent as ripe berries to me. She was squirming again by the time we finished, but she sat up smiling a little.

"Casey's turn now," Darcy said mischievously, a twinkle in her green eyes, and Justin agreed. 

They pushed me back on the bed and then I felt the joy of two young mouths working on my flesh, cleaning me joyously. Darcy licked my nipples as thoroughly as I had licked hers and my son did his part as well. I was sopping wet again by the time they finished and in need of being fucked properly. They began to slowly tease my hungry body, kissing and caressing each erogenous zone. I had never been so thoroughly loved in my entire life. I could feel just how much each of them cared for me with each touch and kiss. I had closed my eyes to revel in sensation, but then I felt Darcy's slender fingers parting my labia, spreading me, and then Justin's cockhead was tapping at my pussy, questing for entrance. I moaned and that was all the encouragement he needed to slide in to the hilt. He began fucking me slowly at first, talking to me and Darcy.

"Look, Darcy honey. Mommy loves her pussy fucked, don't you Mommy?"

"Yes, she does, Justin. Your Mommy has such a nice pussy. I like watching you fuck her."

"Baby, I love to hear you tell me that. Why don't you let Mommy eat your pussy while I fuck hers? Then you can suck on my dick while I'm fucking her."

"Oh, I like that idea, honey. I think your Mommy likes the way my pussy tastes."

"Do you, Mom? Do you like the way Darcy tastes?"

I managed to gasp out a "Yes" as the girl moved and settled herself on my face. As my son fucked me, I began sliding my tongue rapidly in and out of her moist cleft, and licking her clit. This was such an erotic feeling and I could just imagine what the three of us must look like joined together. The thought of that just made me even hotter, and I licked and sucked Darcy's pussy even more quickly. I felt her gush against my mouth, but she didn't move, so I began eating her again. Justin's strokes grew harder and faster, and then as my muscles gripped him, he gushed deep inside me, claiming me again. Darcy's orgasm followed a split second after ours. We all lay there on the bed gasping for air and I was dying of thirst. My wonderful son rose after a moment and left the room, returning shortly with a pitcher of ice water and three glasses. We drank together, and then sat back, sated for a bit. 

I looked at Darcy's sweet young face, and suddenly I felt guilty. Had we taken advantage of her? Had she really wanted to make love with both of us, or had it been the wine and her arousal that made her so pliable. I knew she was certainly over 18 and could consent to sexual play with anyone she chose, but I didn't want her to have regrets or not want to have anything to do with us any longer because of the circumstances. 

"What's wrong, Mom?" Justin looked at my downcast face with concern, his arm around Darcy.

"I just. . .well. . .Darcy, should I apologize to you, sweetheart?" I caught her free hand and squeezed it. She looked confused.

"Why would you need to Casey?"

"Because of all. . .this." I had a hard time looking into her eyes, and found myself focusing on our hands instead. I felt her squeeze my hand back in response.

"Casey, no. This was wonderful! I was a little surprised by all of it at first, but I don't regret anything that's happened so far. I hope you don't."

Now I was able to look her in the eye and she was smiling warmly at me. I breathed a deep sigh of relief and met Justin's eyes with my own. He was looking at me with a look of intense love and then he turned that same look on Darcy. 

"I knew you girls were going to love doing this. We're all so good together. I knew we would be." Justin gave a happy sigh and hugged Darcy to him. 

"Pretty sure of yourself, eh?" She teased him, gently elbowing him in the ribs and he laughed. 

"Yep, sure am. Why not? I have two of the most beautiful women in the world to make love to."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, my son!" I joined in the teasing and moved over to sit at his other side. He set his glass down and put his other arm around me. "Hey Darcy, have you found all his tickle spots yet?"

She looked intrigued. "I don't know, Casey."

"Now wait a minute you two. . ." Justin tried to pull his arms from around us, but we attacked him, with fingers moving quickly. We had him helplessly laughing soon, but the tickle fight soon turned into a kissing and caressing session, and we were all over one another again. Far into the night we loved one another, sharing orgasm after orgasm, until we couldn't keep our eyes open any longer and all passed out together in the bed. 

When I awoke the next morning, I found myself cuddled up to Justin on one side. Darcy was snuggled against his other side and the two of them were sound asleep. I slipped out of bed, pulled on a plain white cotton nightgown and made my way quietly downstairs, where I made coffee, then moved to the porch to sit on the swing. It was beautiful and quiet there at the cabin. I found myself almost wishing we could just stay here and live forever, loving one another in our own way, far from prying eyes and wagging tongues. The cool air felt good on my face, and everything smelled fresh and clean. I sat silently drinking in the beauty around me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement. From out of the woods came a beautiful doe. She was cautious, but unafraid as she moved along, stopping to nibble at a tender leaf here and there. I watched her calmly go about her business until some sound unheard by my ears made her head whip up and gracefully she leapt away into the shadows of the forest.

"Darn it." Darcy's soft voice sounded behind me, and I turned my head. She was standing in the doorway, her eyes still fixed on the swaying branches where the woodland creature had vanished. "I was trying to be quiet, but I guess she heard me. Wasn't she beautiful?"

I smiled at her and nodded. "How are you this morning, dear?" I patted the seat beside me and Darcy joined me. I slipped an arm around her shoulders and she cuddled against me, sighing contentedly. "Did you sleep well?"

"Oh, yes, Casey. I slept great. How about you?"

"Very well, thank you, sweetie." I hesitated, then asked "Still no regrets even now?"

Darcy looked up at me, her green eyes glowing. "Not one. That was such a beautiful experience. Thank you." She leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips, and I returned the kiss with enthusiasm. She tasted sweet and I deepened the kiss, knowing that we should go inside, but unable to stop. She moaned a little against my mouth, parting her lips even more, allowing my tongue entrance. I reached out and began caressing her full breasts, teasing her nipples to diamond hardness again, then I pulled her onto my lap, to straddle me. She whimpered and ground against me.

I broke the kiss and said softly "Oh, sweet little Darcy is hungry this morning for some more pussy, isn't she? Does Darcy want Mommy to lick and suck her pretty pussy? Or shall Mommy suck on Darcy's sweet tits first, and taste her delicious nipples?"

The girl moaned. "Oh, god, whatever you want. Please. . ."

I pushed her back slightly and bent to suckle her nipples through her long t-shirt. I could feel the wet spot on her panties growing quickly, as was my own. I worked my tongue in circles around her hard buds, making her squirm with delight on my lap. Vaguely I heard a noise nearby but I was so lost in what I was doing, I ignored it. Darcy had her head thrown back, allowing me full access to her tasty chest, and I began to push her t-shirt up over her hips. Suddenly another pair of hands joined mine and I heard a male voice say "Let me help you with that, shall I?"

I started and so did Darcy, for it was not Justin's voice. This was a deeper and older male voice, and my eyes flew open, to meet the jet black stare of a stranger.  



A Mother's Love Ch. 07



I felt all the blood drain out of my face and I couldn't seem to look away from the man's coal black eyes. His voice was accented slightly and my addled brain seemed to be trying to sort out what the accent was. I was afraid to move, and was vaguely aware of Darcy's breathing increasing, probably in fear. He kept his eyes locked on mine and without hesitation continued pulling the t-shirt upward. I could feel Darcy trembling on my lap, but couldn't seem to break his hold over me, to even reassure her. Before I knew it, her t-shirt lay crumpled on the porch at his feet. He gave me a grim smile, and continuing to hold my gaze, he reached up and caressed lovely Darcy's firm breasts. I heard her whimper again as he touched her. He reached out one hand and caught mine, pulling it to her breast as well, and urged me to caress her. Unthinkingly, I did so, a part of my mind trying to understand why I was doing this and the rest of my mind focused on just how damned erotic the situation was, with Darcy there at our mercy and Justin still asleep upstairs, completely unaware of the circumstances. 

"Please, dear lady, don't stop on my account. I was so enjoying the show you were putting on, I had to come and join." 

British, my mind rambled. That's a British accent. 

"You are quite lovely, my dear," he said to Darcy. "So fresh and beautiful. I'm not surprised that your mum couldn't resist your sweetness." 

At last, I found my voice. "She's not. . .that is, well, she's not my daughter." What a stupid thing to say, I thought. Why am I not telling him to remove his hands from her and getting her in the house. If I was honest with myself, it was because I was becoming aroused by the situation more and more by the moment. Darcy really wasn't protesting, as apparently the touching felt too good. 

"Ah, I see. Well, no matter. I find that I must taste this lovely morsel." He pulled Darcy backwards a bit, exposing her chest and then leaned in, brushing her nipple with a feather light touch. I felt her pussy explode against me, and she writhed, crying out in her orgasm. At that, he began to suckle her in earnest and wickedly, I found myself joining in, sucking her other nipple. The stranger and I supped on Darcy for quite some time, the cool fresh morning air kissing our faces, and we brought her to climax several times. I was so horny, I scarcely knew what to do. I wanted to be taken. I found myself wondering how this man would compare to Justin. When he lifted his head from Darcy's breast, I lifted mine at the same time. He gave me the same grim smile, and I got a good look at him. 

The stranger was handsome in a rugged sort of way, a slight scar running through his right eyebrow. As I looked downward, I noticed two things. One, that the tent at his crotch looked fairly impressive and two, that he was dressed as a park ranger. My blood froze in my veins, and his eyes crinkled slightly at the corners. 

"Ladies, I believe we need to step inside." He was courteous, but firm. Darcy scrambled off my lap and grabbed her t-shirt, scooting through the door. He gave her bottom a quick pat as she passed by. I followed, feeling ill. He closed the door gently behind him, and gestured toward the sofa. Once we were seated, he stood there before us, his fingertips caressing his hard cock through his tan pants. 

"Well, this is quite the interesting situation we have here. I find it difficult to believe this isn't your daughter, and that makes what you were just doing a crime, you know." 

"Please, officer, she truly isn't my daughter. I love her as if she were, but. . ." He held up a hand to stop me. 

"I'm afraid that I can't take your word for it, dear lady. We have a situation that needs fixing here. Do either of you have any idea how we might fix this terrible problem?" His face was expressionless as he glanced from one to the other of us, waiting. As bad as this could turn out to be, I found myself becoming aroused again. This stranger had total power over both of us at the moment, and he could choose to make our lives miserable or to let us go. I knew what he wanted and so did Darcy. I also knew what I needed.

"Officer, I'm certain we can work something out. . ." I made my voice cajoling, glancing at his crotch and licking my lips. 

"Oh, you think we can, do you? Just what are you proposing, woman?"

Without a word I stood up and stripped off my gown, exposing my nude body to the man's cold ebon gaze. He met my eyes, and then let his wander up and down my body, and then he nodded. He moved over to me and pulled me to him, taking my mouth in a passionate breath stealing kiss. I literally felt my knees buckle. His hands gripped my ass, pulling me tight against his body. I felt his erection pressing into me, and a part of my mind noted that it felt impressive indeed. His tongue plundered my willing mouth, and I met each thrust with my own. He growled low in his throat then broke the kiss. I was trembling with need and my pussy was dripping, aching to be filled. I heard his voice again.

"Sweet girl, come and taste of this lovely lady's offering, won't you?"

His mouth covered mine again, and then soft hands touched my inner thighs as Darcy moved between them from behind me. As he kissed me, I felt her mouth against my nether lips and her tongue parting my slippery folds, tasting and drinking from my wellspring. It was heaven, to feel the stranger's touch and Darcy's familiar one all at once. The man's hands began to caress my breasts, teasing my nipples, and I found myself reaching out and unzipping his fly. My hand slipped inside his khaki trousers and found the flap to his boxers, sliding inside with ease. I gripped him, and was gratified to feel his size, which was very close to Justin's. He was slightly thinner in girth and a tiny bit shorter in length, but I could tell by the way he manipulated my body so far that he would be talented and well versed in the ways of a woman's body. I felt Darcy's eager mouth working harder and faster on my pussy, and my orgasm burst forth, coating her face with juices. 

The man broke our kiss again, and reached down, pulling Darcy to her feet, and to him, where he began kissing her, tasting me on her sweet mouth. She moaned with pleasure as he traced her lips with his tongue. I knelt before him, beside her, and pulled his hard cock out of his trousers, taking him in my mouth hungrily, and beginning to slide my lips over him. One of my hands gripped him, while the other moved to Darcy's ass and caressed it. I sucked him deep, almost all the way to his balls, and I could feel our girl trembling beside me as I worked his body, knowing he was driving her crazy with his wonderful passionate kisses. None of us was aware that Justin had entered the room, until he spoke.

"Well. . .this looks interesting. May I join in?" Darcy and I froze for a moment, then realized what he had said. He didn't sound angry in the least, just eager to join. The stranger spoke.

"Only if you come and help this lovely lady at my feet suck my cock." His tone left no room for argument, and I held my breath, a bit scared of what Justin would say to him. If he spoke out against this man, there was no telling what would happen. I could feel the tension in Darcy's body as well. Justin seemed to ponder the idea for a moment, then he answered.

"Tell you what. I'll suck yours if you'll suck mine next."

"Deal." Part of me was shocked at this exchange, but another somehow wasn't. I had no idea that my son would be willing to do such a thing, and apparently neither did Darcy, as I felt her relax. Suddenly, I heard Justin laugh warmly.

"David, old bean, how've you been?" It took a moment for this to register, and then we both looked first at Justin, then at the stranger, now known as David, then at each other. The two of them burst out laughing at our faces. Darcy's looked astounded and I was sure my expression matched hers. 

"You. . .you two know each other, I take it?" My voice shook just a bit, with surprise and relief.

"Yeah, Mom, sorry about that. I thought it would be a fun surprise for you and Darcy. David and I have been friends for awhile, and he really is a park ranger here, but he knows everything and he's had the hots for you ever since he saw your picture." Justin paused a moment, then said, "Look, I know that you two girls both enjoy an adrenaline rush, and I wanted to give you one. Are you guys okay?"

Darcy and I exchanged another glance and then looked at him. Suddenly we leapt to our feet and pounced toward him, bringing him down in a heap, and tickling whatever we could reach. I could hear David laughing heartily in the background, as my son shouted for mercy. 

"I warned you, mate. Ladies sometimes don't take kindly to surprises under these circumstances."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it," Justin gasped, trying to fight us both off gently. "Would you just come and give me a hand here?"

"Hmmmm. . .I'm not certain. It's rather interesting seeing you in a pile with these two. Rather arousing, to tell the truth. They are just as beautiful as you said. In fact, I'd venture to say, even more so, especially your mum."

We finally relented and let Justin up, but I gave him a smack on his ass and Darcy punched him in the arm. We couldn't help but laugh at the joke on us in the end. Now when I looked at David, the ebon eyes were rich and warm, and his smile was engaging and friendly. He had truly played his role to the hilt. Justin hugged us both. "David is actually on vacation for a few days, and I thought if you girls were interested, he could join us for a bit."

I tilted my head, taking in the handsome man, and nodded. "It's perfectly fine with me. He certainly was proving to be an interesting individual."

"Yes, I have to agree with Casey on that one." Darcy grinned, stretching up on tiptoe to give Justin a kiss. "I think it could be fun."

"Wonderful! David, why don't you go get your stuff and bring it in?"

"Well, mate, I think there's some unfinished business to take care of first." He nodded toward me and gestured toward his still hard cock. "I believe I owe your mum a bit of fun first."

"Fair enough. Let's go upstairs then." Justin and Darcy led the way, with David and I following close behind. My fears gone now, I felt my arousal level rising again. The idea of having all three of these very sexual beings paying attention to me at once, or joining two of the others in paying homage to a third made my blood throb in my veins. We all went eagerly into Justin and Darcy's room, and Darcy slipped out of her t-shirt again, while Justin's boxers followed. David waited, grinning at me. 

"Could I ask you, beautiful Casey, to undress me? It's been quite some time since I've had that pleasure, and I'd love to have the honor of you stripping me down."

I moved toward this handsome man that I barely knew, but soon would know quite well, eager to comply with his request. My son and Darcy sat on the bed watching me, which everything seem all the more erotic. I felt as if I were on stage or in a movie, and it made me rapacious for David's body. I stood in front of him, looking up into those unfathomable dark eyes, and then I slid my arms around his neck, pulling his lips to mine again. I started the kiss lightly, but deepened it by the second, until my tongue was plundering his mouth and I heard him groan with pleasure. Releasing his lips, I began unbuttoning his shirt, slowly revealing a dark and curling mass of chest hair. I ran my fingers through it once I had revealed the entire area, and pushing it off his shoulders, I leaned in and circled first one nipple then the other with my tongue. His shirt fell to the floor with a whisper. He stopped me momentarily and removed his boots and socks, then stood upright again, his fingers lightly resting on my bare shoulders.

I licked his nipples again, and then busied myself unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his trousers. The zipper was still down from our antics prior, so it was an easy task to slip them from his lean hips, leaving him clad in nothing more than his crisp boxers, his cock still extending from the flap. The rosy mushroom head glistened with pre-cum, just waiting to be tasted again and I wasted no time in doing so. My lips encircled him, sucking gently and then I took him halfway into my throat. His hands tangled in my hair, urging me onward. I slid my mouth up and down on his cock for a few minutes, then released him, pulling his boxers down the rest of the way and letting him step out of them. Now all of us were gloriously nude. I glanced over at the bed, to see my son and Darcy kissing passionately, their hands roaming each other's bodies lovingly. 

All of a sudden, David scooped me up and walked over to the bed with me, depositing me gently on my back, and pushing my thighs apart, he slid into me in one slow movement, burying himself to the hilt in my warm wet slit. At my low moan of approval, Darcy and Justin joined him in worshiping my body. Their mouths fastened on my nipples and they licked and sucked me as David methodically slid his rock hard shaft in and out of my grasping walls. I had never felt such exquisite sensations before. Even in all the times I had made love with Brad, thinking it was the best feeling I would ever have. I know saw that I was very wrong. For the time, I had been right, but I couldn't imagine anything sexier or more wonderful now, than being adored by three loving people, one of whom was my darling son.

My pussy walls gripped David's wonderful cock tightly and I climaxed, screaming his name, feeling him fill me with his cum almost immediately afterward. I then had the lovely sensation of both Justin and Darcy crouching over my nether lips and licking David's seed from me. They cleaned me thoroughly and then Justin shared his mouthful of cum with me, while Darcy shared hers with David. We fucked in every conceivable position and combination the rest of the day, barely stopping to eat. Finally, around dinner time, David dressed long enough to go get his suitcase out of his vehicle and then after we all ate, we were back at it again. 

That night, we sat in front of the fireplace, relaxed and content, sipping wine and talking about life in general. I was seated between David and my son, with Darcy on the other side of Justin. All of us agreed how wonderful the day had been and how happy we were to have each other for a few days. I found myself yawning and my eyes growing heavy much earlier than I would have imagined. Finally, I stretched and rose, excusing myself for bed. David rose as I did, and looking at Justin and Darcy, said, "If you'll excuse me as well, and if Casey doesn't mind, I'll join her in her chamber tonight." They nodded and I took his hand and squeezed it, blowing kisses to the other two. 

"See you in the morning," I said sleepily. "For now, to bed, you handsome Brit!"



A Mother's Love Ch. 08



David and I made love off and on all night. I felt invigorated in the morning, even though I had gotten little sleep. He seemed refreshed as well, and gave me a very passionate kiss before going to work. I started water running for a shower and hummed to myself as I waited for it to warm up. The door to the bathroom opened quietly, and Justin stepped inside, smiling at my reflection in the mirror. 

"Mind some company?"

"Not a bit! You're always welcome, sweetheart."

"Good. Darcy's still asleep and I was just thinking it's been a little while since you and I had any alone time. Thought maybe I could remedy that this morning."

My son moved to stand behind me, sliding his arms around my waist and pulling me back against his hard young body. I sighed, feeling his cock pressing into my ass, feeling starved for his attention suddenly. I ground against him, teasing him, and he slid his hands up to cup my breasts. I loved watching the action in the mirror. He thumbed my nipples to rock hard attention, and pinched them slightly. His mouth found the side of my neck and he began giving me tiny kisses that made shivers run up and down my spine. I reached behind me and stroked his cock as best I could, his warm breath caressing my neck and ear. I felt a drop of pre-cum ooze from his tip and rubbed it into his skin. Justin suddenly turned me to face him, a hungry look in his dark eyes. He crushed his mouth down on mine as if he couldn't get enough of me. I felt my juices flood my pussy immediately at the passion in that kiss. He grabbed my hips and lifted me to the countertop beside the sink, setting me just on the edge and pushing my thighs open.

"Would Mommy like a little cock in her pussy now?" Justin's voice was gruff with passion. He lowered his mouth to my nipples and began flicking each one with his tongue. I moaned, clutching at his hair.

"Oh, god, yes Justin. Please give Mommy some cock in her pussy. I'm so damned horny for you."

"Good." My son hissed the word seductively and slid into me in a smooth stroke, making me gasp. Instinctively, my legs twined around him, pulling him in closer, and I felt him bottom out inside me. I leaned back a bit, letting the back of my head touch the mirror, feeling the wonderful sensation of my son's thick cock rocking my hips back and forth and his mouth suckling my nipples hungrily. My orgasm came upon me quickly and moments later, I felt Justin release inside me. My legs were trembling when he finished, and I was too weak to get down off the counter for a few minutes. He was a bit shaky as well, giving me a weak grin. 

"Wow. . .that was great, Mom." "Thanks, baby. You weren't so bad yourself!" I gestured to the shower. "Joining me?"

"Sure. I'd love to, but I don't know if I can keep my hands off you."

"Did you hear me ask you to?" I swatted his ass playfully as I slid down to the floor and went over to test the water. The temperature was just right and I climbed in, with my son right behind me. We washed each other in the shower and kissed, but managed to keep from manhandling each other for the moment. We were both starting to grow hungry for food and didn't want to start something we couldn't finish. By the time we went downstairs, Darcy was just getting up. She gave us each a sleepy smile on her way to the bathroom as we passed her. We ate and Darcy joined us not long after we had finished. As she sat at the table with us, Justin looked at me.

"Hey, Mom, there's a shop in town that I want you and Darcy to visit today. It's an adult toy store and I think you guys might find some fun things there. I thought it would be fun to maybe roleplay a little while we're here."

"Oh, Justin, I don't know. I've never been in one of those before. Aren't they kind of. . .well, sleazy, for lack of a better word?"

He laughed. "Mom, those days are long gone! These sex shops are high quality now, and they have some very interesting things. Besides, you'll be with Darcy, so that should make it easier."

"I suppose. . ." I thought about it for a moment. I was embarrassed to even think about going to a shop like that, but I wasn't quite certain why. I'm fucking my son and his girlfriend, I thought, so what am I afraid of? Taking a deep breath, I looked at my son and lovely Darcy, then nodded. "Okay. Since Darcy will be with me, I guess it'll be alright."

"I promise we'll have fun, Casey," Darcy said enthusiastically. "Maybe we can even find some interesting things to use on Justin! I've never been in one of these shops either, so I'm glad you'll be with me."

Her words made me feel better, since I wouldn't be the only novice in the shop. We decided to go after breakfast. Justin had some errands he needed to run, so he left us with a kiss for each, and we went up to get dressed. I decided if I was going to a sex shop, I might as well dress to put myself in the mindset. I picked out a pink tank top that showed my chest off to good advantage and wore a pair of denim capri pants that hugged my curves. I put on just a touch of makeup and brushed my hair until it shone. Slipping on a pair of pink ballerina flats, I met Darcy downstairs in the living room. She looked scrumptious, wearing a red halter top that cupped her plump breasts, a tight denim miniskirt and red heels. We both complimented each other and then set out.

It was about a half hours ride into town and then it took us a short while to locate the shop, which was discreetly located down a small side street. There was plenty of parking, and I wasn't sure what to expect, but I certainly didn't expect the rather large building we parked in front of. The parking lot held very few cars at present, which made me relax a bit more. We walked up to the front door and stepped inside, and I was pleasantly surprised by the look of the shop, called 'Thunder in the Afternoon'. It was open and well lit, with a variety of merchandise everywhere. To our left was a high counter, with cash registers and a plexiglass partition, similar to those at a gas station booth. Next to the counter was a closed door with a large sign that read 'You must be 18 to enter. I.D. will be required'. Darcy and I looked at one another and then began to wander around. The two girls behind the counter had greeted us as we came in, but left us to our own devices for the moment.

In this outer room, there were racks of lingerie and sexy clothing and shoes. Some accessories were also to be found, such as wigs, jewelry and even glittery makeup of all sorts and colors. There were mildly erotic novelties and games, some candies, massage oils, candles and various other romantic accoutrements. We looked around and then decided we were curious about what lay behind the closed door. Moving toward it, we were immediately asked for our ids and then one of the girls hit a button that unlocked the door, and we stepped through. The door closed behind us, as we gazed around in wonder and amazement. The room was very large and again, very well lit. This was the room where all the 'interesting' items were kept. Darcy and I glanced at one another, and I could feel my face burning. She was a bit red too. Even though we were intimate with one another, this was something completely different. 

Rows of vibrators of all shapes, colors and sizes lined one wall. There were blow up dolls, both male and female, movies, books, magazines, and condoms of every kind imaginable. We saw another room off of the main one and strolled over to peek in. It held all kinds of wicked looking items, such as whips and handcuffs, and various others that I wasn't even certain what they were. There were also some costumes in this room, made of leather and studs. High heeled boots and shoes were displayed also. There was even a fitting room to try on these contraptions. I found myself drawn to one outfit. I had never even thought about wearing something like this before, but it intrigued me. Casey was looking at some very sheer clothing that I could easily imagine her wearing. I looked at the garment in my hand and made a spur of the moment decision to try it on. Darcy was apparently doing the same thing, as she pulled a hanger containing floating pieces of material in a gauzy blue green color that I knew would look wonderful on her. She and I looked at each other again and giggled like schoolgirls. 

"Well, shall we?" I gestured to the fitting rooms, and she nodded. 

"Might as well see what they look like."

I stepped into the small room and closed the door, then slipped out of my clothes. I held up the black leather and silver studded garment and looked at it, wondering if I had lost my mind. Was I going to make a fool of myself? Well, no harm in just trying it on, I reasoned with myself. It took me a little time to wriggle into the one piece item, but I was very pleased with what I could see in the mirror. The garment fastened in the back of my neck with one snap, then molded itself to my body all the way down. My breasts were halfway bared, my nipples barely covered. If I moved just right, they would pop out over the edge of the bodice. There were cutouts on each side that left my sides bare, then the piece sat low on my hips, again hugging my curves. The crotch had snaps along it for easy access, and there was a small piece of leather that was fastened to the inside. It was somewhat stiff and made just to tease the clit. I could feel it rubbing me through my panties when I moved. I had also selected some thigh high stiletto black boots with silver studs all the way down them. I slipped them on and looked at myself again. My cheeks were flushed and my hair was tangled a bit. I looked somewhat wild and daring to myself, and it surprised and pleased me. 

Tentatively I opened the door and stepped out, only to be greeted with a vision of loveliness that was sweet Darcy. The item she had chosen was almost completely see through. The gauzy top was mesh and woven tightly enough that her breasts weren't completely visible, but just enough. There was a small hole in the front of each cup of the bodice that her rosy nipples peeked through, just for licking and sucking. Her slender waist and tummy were bare, then she wore a skirt low on her hips made of strips of the same soft material, each about as wide as a scarf. Each strip was fastened to a tiny panty like piece that had an open crotch. Her feet were bare, but she had found an anklet for each foot and had slipped them on. Playfully she knelt at my feet with her head bowed. I felt a surge of power rush through me at her submissive pose, and it shocked and thrilled me. I had never been one to be aggressive, but I felt like commanding her at the moment. 

Keeping my voice low, I said, "Darcy, look up at me." Her green eyes met mine, a playful glint in them. "I want you to lick my pussy right here and right now. Open the crotch of this garment, push my panties aside and eat me."

Darcy's eyes widened with surprise and glimmer of fear. "Oh, but Casey, what if. . ."

"No 'what ifs'. Just do it. I want it." I found myself catching her blonde hair and pulling her head toward me, forcing her nose into my crotch so she could smell my arousal. "Eat me." 

Darcy whimpered a bit, but not in fear. Immediately, her hands moved up and unfastened the snaps at my crotch, then she pushed my panties to the side and began licking me, her kittenish tongue darting in and out eagerly. I placed a hand gently on her head, urging her on. I let her lick me almost to a climax, then stopped her. "Very good, darling. Now stand up and let me taste those sweet berries you have poking out at me." She immediately rose and stood before me, and I leaned over and suckled each nipple slowly, loving her taste. She was trembling with passion by the time I finished with her. I kissed her lovingly, and we went and changed back into our regular clothes, then I picked out a few other items to take home with us.

I paid for our purchases, and the girls behind the counter gave us knowing looks. I then happened to see the video screen located behind the counter, with one of the cameras pointed directly into the room where we had been. I realized we must have put on quite a show, but I didn't much care at the moment. I felt free to express my sexuality here, and the girls waved us a cheery goodbye as we departed. When we got in the car, Darcy turned to me. "Wow, Casey, that was amazing. I've never seen you like that. You looked wonderful in that outfit too. Justin's going to flip."

I laughed. "Oh, he'll do that alright. I don't think he realized just what he was letting himself in for when he sent us there. Tonight will be interesting for him. Also for you, for that matter."

"What have you got up your sleeve, Casey?" Darcy had a twinkle in her eye, as if she were thoroughly enjoying this new side of me.

"Never you mind for now. You'll find out tonight though." Thoughts of just what I wanted to do ran through my mind as we headed home. Justin was not back yet and I made Darcy let me take the packages upstairs. I put her new outfit in her room, along with the anklets she had worn, and took everything else to my own chamber. There was a message on the answering machine from David, letting us know he wouldn't be able to come back to join us that evening after all. I was only slightly disappointed at the news, as I was too preoccupied with my own plans. Soon after, we had dinner cooking, and Justin arrived just as we finished. He kissed us both, and we sat down to a hearty dinner of spaghetti and meatballs, salad and garlic bread. 

"Justin, after dinner, I want you to go shower and get ready for some fun tonight."

"Oh?" He looked at me, with an eyebrow raised. "Did you two visit the shop today?"

"Sure did!" Darcy grinned at him. 

"Well, in that case, I'll definitely do as I'm told." My son grinned. "This should be interesting."

"When you finish showering, come downstairs and wait until I call you. You're not to touch yourself in any sexual way while you're in the shower."

"Awful bossy all of a sudden, aren't you?" His tone was playful, even though he kept his expression serious. 

"Don't worry about that. Just do as I ask and I promise, it will be worth it."

After Justin headed upstairs for his shower, I turned to Darcy. "I want you to go and get a nice bubble bath, my pretty. Your new outfit is hidden in your room along with the jewelry. Get dressed and then stay in the bathroom until I call you, alright?"

"Sure. I can't wait to see what you have in mind!" She kissed me on the cheek and hurried off to do my bidding. As soon as Justin came downstairs, smelling of soap and dressed simply in a tight pair of jeans and a t-shirt that fit him like a glove, I headed upstairs to prepare and then get my own shower. As soon as Justin and Darcy's bedroom was set up to my satisfaction, I took a luxurious shower, then slipped into my new outfit, sans panties this time. I had done my makeup and my nails, and I felt every inch a MILF when I looked into the mirror. Sexuality oozed out of every pore and I could feel the strong assertive personality taking over for the moment. I called Darcy softly and she entered the room, looking around, her eyes widening in surprise. 

"Go lay on the bed, and then when I tell you, call Justin to come here." She nodded and lay back on the bed. I immediately fastened each wrist to a bedpost with the handcuffs I had bought, and then fastened her ankles as well, with her thighs spread wide apart. I could see her breasts heaving with excitement and probably a little fear, as she had never seen me act this way before. Today had been just a small sample of this different side of me. As soon as she was held captive to my satisfaction, I walked up to the head of the bed, and looked down into her wide green eyes, smiling at her in a hungry way. I leaned over and carefully licked each nipple through the holes in her bodice, and she moaned. I raised my head and stood over her, letting my fingers play with her nipples now, as I spoke in a low voice.

"Darcy, tonight we're going to have some roleplay fun. I've decided that just for one night, I want to be Mistress over you and Justin. I've heard about people doing this and I've wondered about it, and being in that shop today made me want to try it. From this moment forward, you are my slave, and I am your Mistress. You'll do as I say or you'll face the consequences. Do you understand, little slave?"

Her voice trembled slightly as she replied, "Yes, Mistress."

"Good girl." I leaned over and suckled her nipples again. "Now, call my son."

"J . . .Justin . . .please come here." Her voice shook partly from fear and partly from her growing arousal at the feel of my mouth. 

"Coming!" I heard my son call out and then his feet could be heard on the stairs. When he go to the doorway, he stopped cold, looking around what had been a fairly ordinary bedchamber until just a couple of hours ago. Now it appeared to be part of some dark fantasy story. I had dimmed the lights, using black light bulbs and candle light for effect. Incense wafted through the air. A large vibrator sat nearby, along with some lubricant, a cat-o-nine tails made from leather strips and a bone handle, and some nipple clamps. Darcy was fastened spread-eagled on the bed, her cheeks flushed and her hair tousled. Then there was me. My son gaped at me in my Dominatrix outfit, the leather hugging every inch curve. The contrast between Darcy's sweet and innocent appearance and my dark and forbidding one had to be startling. He kept looking back and forth between the two of us, unsure of what to do.

"Come in, my son, and know me. Tonight I am your Mistress, along with this lovely slave, who is here for my pleasure, but if you please me as well, you may share her. You may call me Mistress for this one night, or if you prefer, Mistress Casey." I stopped and watched my son's face, as he gaped in amazement at the scene before him, obviously trying to figure out what his next step was.



A Mother's Love Ch. 09



Justin's eyes moved back and forth, taking in the scene before him. I knew he had expected something different, but obviously not this. Had I not been so intent on my plans for the night, I would have laughed at the look on his face! I let him stand there gaping for a few minutes, then snapped my fingers to get his attention. He started slightly at the sound, but focused on me. I pointed one forefinger, tipped with a blood red nail, at the floor at my feet. "Get over here, my son, and kneel." Justin hesitated for a moment, then moved toward me, still unsure of what to expect from his normally mild mannered mother. He dutifully dropped to his knees before me, and looked up. I felt the same surge of sexual power that had rushed over me in the shop earlier that day, and I drew in a deep breath, pushing my breasts up and close to popping out of the cups of my bodice. I put a hand on Justin's head and pulled him toward my crotch. 

"Unfasten my garment between my legs and eat my pussy, boy. Eat it well, or the pretty slave shall pay." I tried to sound menacing, but wasn't sure I succeeded. Despite my uncertainty at my performance, my son did as I commanded, unfastening the snaps between my thighs and burying his face in my crotch. I felt his mouth covering me and his tongue invading my most intimate parts. I ground against his face, urging him on, and began speaking to our lovely 'captive' on the bed. "Oh, my lovely little one, how good Justin's mouth feels on my pussy. His tongue is perfect on my clit as he teases it. You'd love to feel someone's mouth on your sweet pussy now, wouldn't you?"

"Ohhhhhh. . .yes, Mistress." Darcy breathed, her breasts heaving, no doubt aching for attention.

"Mmmmm. . .yes, oh yes, son. Eat Mommy's pussy. Eat it good. Make Mommy cum for you." Justin's hands grabbed my hips and he worked my clit, sucking it, then he slid his tongue over my nether lips. Each drop of nectar that fell was caught by his eager mouth. I gripped his hair, pulling on it rather hard and hearing him grunt with pain, but I didn't care at the moment. Everything felt too good to let him stop. "Oh, Darcy, my sweet girl, my son's mouth is wonderful. He's eating my pussy. He's licking and sucking every inch of me. His own mother. Isn't that horribly dirty?" I watched her squirming on the bed and knew my words were turning her on as much as they were me. She longed to touch her own clit and rub herself to climax, but she couldn't. "So dirty. So bad. Justin's a bad boy. Eating his Mommy's pussy like this. Making her feel so good. . ."

Justin moaned into my slit, and I knew my words were turning him on now as much as they were Darcy and me. "You like being a dirty boy, don't you son? You like for Mistress to make you eat her pussy, especially since she's your Mommy, don't you?" He moaned again, and another surge of raw power coursed through me. "You want to fuck my pussy though, don't you, my son? You want to fuck your own Mommy. Shame, shame, shame. Well, you have to earn it. You have to earn the right to fuck this pussy. I think first you need to watch me fuck that sweet little slave on the bed with my big vibrator. Before that though, you need to make me cum. Right now!" I jerked his hair, and then his tongue pushed into me as hard as he could make it, and I felt my climax gush forth. My knees buckled slightly and if his hands hadn't been on my hips, I would have dropped to the floor. I felt as if my orgasm would never subside, but it finally did, and I regained my composure. 

"Come to the bed with me, my son, and hand me the vibrator." Justin complied willingly, smiling slightly. He reached for the lube, but I stopped him. "Oh, no, slaves don't get lube." Both sets of eyes widened slightly as both Justin and Darcy watched me pick up the ten inch long and 2 inch thick phallus that sat waiting. I stroked it lovingly. "Lick her nipples, son. Don't do anything else, but lick her nipples." He sat down on the bed and ran his tongue lightly over first one, then the other. "Make her beg for it, boy. Give her no mercy. Lick and suck her nipples, but don't let her cum." With my permission granted, Justin began feasting on each rosebud that peeked up at him. I knew just how sensitive those hard buds were, and I knew this was going to drive our girl crazy in a very good way. I could see her pussy lips glistening as her juices were flowing freely. I took the vibrator and slid it along her slippery cleft, making her gasp. I pressed it against her clit for just a moment, eliciting a shriek from her luscious mouth. 

"Oh dear, we can't have that noise, now can we? Justin, my son, fuck her mouth with your cock while you work on her nips. Make her suck you with all she's got. Little slave, don't you dare let him cum either, or you'll feel my wrath!" Again, I wasn't sure how well I did at being commanding, but they were both obeying. Justin took just enough time to unzip his fly and pull his cock out, then he positioned himself over Darcy's mouth and buried his cock to the hilt, resuming his work on her nipples. She was moaning around his thickness, and I could hear the wet slurping sounds as he thrust in and out of her delicious mouth. I began to tease her again with my toy, sliding it up and down against her soft pussy lips and then letting it kiss her clit for mere seconds before removing it. She was gushing now, but she still was held back from the release she had to be craving. Justin was enjoying the feel of Darcy's talented mouth and tongue around him, and I could sense him straining not to release yet. 

"You two are obeying so nicely, " I purred, "I think I'll give my son a treat. Raise up for a moment, dear." I dipped the phallus into Darcy's puss for just a split second and then raised it up toward Justin's mouth. "Suck her juices from it, my darling, and tell me how good she tastes." He never stopped thrusting into her mouth as he did as he was told, obediently opening his mouth and letting me feed the large cock to him. It was incredibly erotic to me for some reason to see the false cock buried in my son's mouth and watching him work to get all of our pretty toy's taste off of it. A momentary flash of what he would look like sucking a real cock popped into my head, making my knees weak. When he had cleaned every drop of Darcy's nectar from the toy, he spoke softly. 

"She tastes wonderful, Mistress Casey." I gave him an approving look and nodded. 

"I shall have to see for myself then." I knelt on the bed between Darcy's spread thighs and leaned down, blowing lightly on her nether lips. I could smell her warm arousal begging me to come and partake of her, and I listened to the call. I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly over her pussy lips, making her scream around Justin's thick root again. I laughed softly, and repeated the move, then paused to command my son to go back to licking Darcy's nipples. I knew they both wouldn't last too much longer without exploding. As his tongue slid over her hard buds again, I lapped slowly with loving strokes at the tender flesh before me. Her hips were bucking even as she tried to fight the urge to cum, but she was lost the moment I began tongue fucking her. Her orgasm made Justin explode into her mouth as well. I ate her out good and proper, forcing her into wave after wave of ecstasy. After a very long time, both of them semi-collapsed, glistening with sexual perspiration and glowing from the rush they had just experienced. I let them rest for a few moments, then told Justin to get a bottle of water from the fridge. He complied, and when he returned, gave Darcy a drink then took one himself. I allowed them to drink a bit of water, then commanded him to put it aside. He looked at me quizzically, but complied.

"You two have been very obedient. . .to a point. I gave neither of you permission to cum, now did I?" I tried to sound peeved but in reality I was so aroused by all the sexual play, I could scarcely stand it. They shook their heads slowly, looking a bit abashed, even though all of us knew they couldn't have controlled their bodies' reactions at that point. I knew full well they had held themselves from release as long as they were physically capable, but I had a feeling a real Domme wouldn't let them get away with it, so I didn't intend to either. "Well, you two shall have to pay for your insolence then. Justin, get between my little slave's thighs. When you do, I want you to start licking her pussy. Drag your tongue along her nether lips as slowly as you possibly can and after every five strokes of your tongue, I want you to nibble and suck on her clit. As you're doing that, I'm going to suck your sweet cock until you're nice and hard again, and then you're going to fuck me until I cum, while you keep eating Darcy's puss. If either of you cum from this, unless I give you permission, you'll pay even more dearly." I thought I was beginning to sound more stern, and I liked it. 

Justin did as he was told, positioning himself between Darcy's creamy thighs and letting his talented tongue slide out and along her outer folds. I smiled at the gasp that slipped from her lips. I watched with pleasure for a few moments as he did as I commanded. I had never seen a pussy licked quite so slowly before in my entire life. It was delicious to watch. I glanced at his cock and saw it twitching and growing and smiled again. Darcy gave a little cry of pleasure as my son's lips touched her clit, giving soft little nibbles of teasing glory before sucking the hard nub between them. His tongue slid into her wet hole as he did so. After watching for a few more moments, I got onto the bed beside him, and took the spongy head of his thick tool between my lips, sucking gently. He moaned into Darcy's pretty pussy, and his tongue slid into her again. Enjoying myself thoroughly, I sucked him deeply into my mouth and throat. Justin tasted delicious as always, and I loved the feel of him in my mouth. I gently teased his balls and could feel them tighten. He was already fighting his body's need to release. I made a humming sound as I slid my mouth up and down on him and could feel him strain even more.

Feeling that he was hard as steel encased in my mouth, I released him and sat up. Darcy's eyes were closed and she was biting her lip, clearly fighting her urgent need to cum. I wondered what she was thinking to keep herself in check. Determined to drive them both over the edge again, so I could play with them some more in this manner, I positioned myself above Justin's thick rod and then slammed down onto him, taking him to the hilt. I sat still momentarily, joined to my son in the most intimate embrace one can share, letting him feel every inch of himself buried in me. I tightened my inner muscles, squeezing him and releasing him rhythmically, forcing him closer to the edge. Still he resisted, as did Darcy. I began speaking in a low, husky tone. "Oh, Justin, son. . .your cock feels so good deep inside Mommy's pussy. How long did you dream about fucking your Mommy, you bad boy? How long did you want to stick it in me before it happened? You're so dirty. And to do this with your own Mommy and your girlfriend. . .that's so bad. . ." They were both groaning slightly, the idea of being so depraved turning them on almost too much to bear. "You're such a good lover, son. Isn't he a good lover, Darcy? Doesn't his mouth feel good on your cunt? Is your clit on fire from his lips? Don't you want to cum, sweet girl?" I was amazed that they were managing to hold it together still.

I began moving on top of Justin, my pussy wet and slick around him. His hips were moving in conjunction with mine, so I knew it wouldn't take much. Darcy's head was thrown back in abandon and her nipples were straining into the air, begging for a mouth on them. As I fucked myself on Justin's tool, I leaned over and sucked each one hard, making her mewl with her need. Suddenly, my mouth joined Justin's between her thighs, kissing him around her clit and they both exploded, screaming in ecstasy. Their release shot me into the wave of orgasm as well, and I cried out my own release into the gushing pussy beneath me. Justin shot stream after stream of hot seed deep into my belly, and Darcy was weeping with relief beneath our joined bodies. Time seemed to stop as we all came and came and came, and then we slid back to earth, limp against one another. We lay there on the bed for a very long time, before I raised my head. None of us had moved, so Justin's face was still buried between his lover's thighs and his cock was still inside me, a very pleasant sensation. I felt energized and still hornier than ever, so I decided one more round of lovemaking was in order, especially since they had disobeyed me and allowed themselves to cum without permission. I writhed against Justin slightly, grabbing his tight ass and squeezing. "Mom. . ." he mumbled slightly in protest, not even opening his eyes. Grinning mischievously, I slapped his ass cheek hard, making him jump. Darcy gave a little cry when his lips brushed her pussy lips, and I realized she was very sensitive at this point. Even better!

"I am not 'Mom' to you right now, boy, and don't you forget it." This time my tone sounded imperious even to me, and I was pleased. I was apparently getting the hang of this Domme stuff! "You and my pretty little slave disobeyed me again. I did not give either of you permission to cum. Now you will pay for that." Their eyes opened slowly, watching me warily. 

I slid off of my son and picked up the vibrator again. I rubbed it between my breasts and gave it a slow lick. I could still taste Darcy on it faintly, and that made me suck it, wanting to get all of her taste that I could, then laid the toy back down for the moment. I looked both of them over hungrily. Those ripe bodies were glowing with perspiration and the flush of good sex. My voice was rough as I commanded Justin to lay back on the bed beside Darcy. I got in between the two of them and I began petting them softly, speaking to them in a passion-roughened voice. "The two of you, my beautiful slaves, are going to lie here on the bed and I am going to touch and kiss you as I please. You are not to move the entire time I am doing this. If you move, it shall continue until you can lie without moving. Then the next phase of your punishment shall commence. Do you understand?" They nodded, and I frowned.

"Yes, Mistress Casey." Their voices were a bit shaky, and I smiled silkily. 

"Good." I leaned over and took Darcy's mouth and kissed her thoroughly, my tongue invading and plundering her mouth. She was gasping by the time I was done. I kissed my son the same way, taking charge of his mouth and dominating him, until I could feel his body tremble. I sat up and began kissing my way over his chest, stopping to lick his nipples and suck them, then kissing my way downward. I stroked his hair, then his balls, as I took his quickly hardening cock in my mouth and sucked him to readiness. Turning so that my pussy was facing my son, I began kissing and sucking Darcy's sweet nipples lovingly. I could feel Justin's breath on my pussy lips and I knew he was fighting not to lean over and start working my cunt with his lips. Teasing him, I moved them even closer as I teased Darcy's delicious rosebud nips. His breath came faster, but he didn't move, to his credit. I then moved away from him and nestled my face in our girl's delectable womanhood, as I now pushed my wet pussy in her face, waiting to see if she would give in. Even when I brushed her lips with my own nether lips, she didn't move, and I was impressed. I tongue fucked her tightness again, and felt every crevice of her puss with my tongue. I sucked her clit and teased her perineum. She trembled but made not one move. 

I moved back and forth between the two of them until I felt they had passed the 'test' I was giving them, and then I felt it was time for the next and final stage of their punishment. "You two have done very well and I am pleased. However, your punishment must be finished. If you can do as you are told you will be rewarded with release this time. If not, then you shall be teased again, and left to go to sleep unsatisfied." Picking the vibrator up again, I stroked it lovingly, dragging it along Darcy's dripping cunny. "Justin, take the extra pillows and prop our girl's hips up. She'll need to be raised a bit for this." He did as he was told, raising her ass and hips up off the bed. "Very good. Now, get this good and wet for me." I offered the phallus and he raised an eyebrow, but obediently began sucking and licking the toy, again giving me a vision of his mouth around a real cock and my pulse throbbing with longing. When I deemed it moist enough, I took it back and slid it into my pussy for a few moments, then pulled it out. "Lick it, girl," I commanded, and Darcy did as she was told. "Now, Justin, you are going to fuck this girl until she screams for mercy. Take the vibrator and fuck her little cunt with it and take your cock and fuck her tight ass with that." They both looked at me, surprised at my command, then Justin grinned. Darcy looked a little alarmed, even after I handed him the lube. I wasn't about to let him hurt her, even though I knew it would stretch her a bit.

"Pour the lube in your hands and stroke yourself with it. Get yourself nice and hard, son. If you do well, maybe you can fuck my ass too." Justin growled slightly and soon his hard rod was slick with the glistening liquid. "Now. . ." I hissed and Justin slid both his cock and the vibrator into Darcy's trembling body at the same time. He moved his body and the toy in perfect time together, his eyes fastened on Darcy's face. She was slightly frightened at first, but it didn't take long for her to relax and soon she was moaning and begging. I began rubbing my clit and talking to them. "Oh, yes, fuck her good, son. Fuck Darcy's hot slutty pussy. God, what a slut she must be to like this so much. I bet she'd love to have a whole group of men to fuck her right now. Maybe we should bring some in. . .they could fuck my little slave whore." They were more turned on than ever by what I was describing. "Yes, just think, we could eat their cum out of her pussy together. Or I could while you fuck me. Would you like that son?" I leaned forward suddenly sliding my middle finger gently into his asshole, finding the prostate and stroking. "Cum for me, my loves," I said. "Do it now. Give yourselves release."

It was a good thing we had no neighbors, for the screams that rent the air of the bedroom were unbelievably loud. Someone might have thought there was a murder going on if they had heard! They were both sobbing and gasping by the time their climax was over and I let them rest, simply sitting on the bed and watching them. They were both so beautiful and alive in their passion for one another and for me. I felt a surge of love for both of them, and stroked their hair gently. I smiled tenderly at their exhausted forms and started to rise from the bed to let them rest, when Justin's arm snaked out and his hand firmly clasped my wrist. "Oh, no, Mistress. You're not going anywhere just yet." His voice was deep and rough and when I looked at him, his eyes were dark. A thrill went through me as I realized he was about to take over. I pretended outrage and struggled, but he pulled me toward him, and crushed my lips with his own. I whimpered, and he reached into my bodice and pinched my nipples. "Free the girl." He kept his hand upon my wrist and guided that hand in conjunction with the other to free Darcy's wrists then pulled me to him as she freed her ankles. Now they were looking at me with a hungry expression. "You are ours now, Mistress Whore." 

Justin shoved me back to the bed and wasted no time in removing my clothes, baring me to their lips and touch. Soon they were suckling my nipples and Darcy had the vibrator thrusting into my pussy, making me climax again and again. They ate me out hungrily, taking turns, and once together. Justin took my ass, thrusting hard into the warm tightness as Darcy again fucked my pussy with the vibrator. They moved again and again to my nipples, feasting on them as if they would never have enough. "Oh, yes,  




A Mother's Love Ch. 09



Mommy. . .how does it feel to have your son fuck you? Do you like it? Are you a dirty girl, that you want your own son to fuck you?" Justin's words made me hotter and hotter and I couldn't stop myself from cumming again and again, until finally I passed out from the pleasure. When I awoke the next morning, all three of us were in the same bed, with me in the middle, their hands joined across my belly in a loving embrace.



A Mothers Love For Her Son



All individuals in this story are over 18 at the time of the occurrence of this fantasy.



I had just broken up with a long time girlfriend, my Mother invited me to move back in with her until I got back on my feet financially and emotionally. As my Mom was living alone, she had her routines. She had gotten used to only taking care of herself and when I moved back home, it was if she was happy to have me home just so she would have someone to take care of.

I swear my Mom must have turned into a nudist, cause I must have seen her naked more than I saw her clothed. Well, she babied me with hugs and kisses, washing my back in the tub, and cuddling on the couch while we watched all sorts of TV shows.

Remember, I guess I was somewhat over stimulated by always being in the presence of such heavenly naked body over time, I couldn't help but lust after my Mom, and enjoyed her nakedness, her frank open minded approach to sex and life between adults.

After about a week of being home with this open life style, I began to get very horny and started to fantasize about making love to my Mother. Every time I saw her naked or in her see through night gown, I would get that feeling. It made for a good jerk off session. 

Well about two weeks into my return, she had gone out to visit with some friends and it was late evening when she returned. I was already in bed reading a book when she came home, My bed faced the door looking out into the hallway, The bathroom was in that hallway.

She came into the hallway and saw me reading and told me she was going into the bathroom to take a bath and she would come and see me in a few. I started to think of her getting undressed and washing her body just a short distance from my bed, it excited me, my cock started to get hard. I remember thinking, no trying to will her to come to my room naked from her bath.

I guess it must have worked, as when she came out of the bathroom, she was naked and came right into my room, stood by the bed and began to tell me how her visit went. She stood close enough that I could have touched her. My cock was really enjoying the view, as I had a transfer of my brain to the head of my dick. I remember to this day how good she smelled after her bath. The image of her naked next to my bed is permanently burned into my other brain. 

So far, I have not told you what my mother looked like, so to let you know to help you with your mental visualization, let me describe her to you. 

She was then in her late 50's and had had 5 children. But she was one of these women that was able to retain a good figure over the years. She was about 5'5" tall, thin woman, I would guess she weighed about 110 to 120 pounds. Very light brown hair worn down to about shoulder length, she wore glasses and had a face that reminded me of those beauties from the 20's and 30's. 

He breast were not huge, just very visually nice sized, they did not hang flat but still retained a nice round shape. He nipples were dark brown and large as my index finger, the aureoles were dark and about the size of fifty cent piece. He stomach was not flat but had a slight bulge, with some faded stretch marks. He pussy was covered with a thin layer of very light brown hair, and was perfectly formed in a triangle leading down to cover her entire sex. Legs to match the rest of her body. She was a pretty woman.

Eventually she sat on the side of the bed as we continued to talk about her day and mine. As she sat down, her weight pulled the covers tight across my body. My hard cock was pushing up on the blanket. I had plenty of time to look at her nakedness and cock just had a mind of it's own and would not go down. I know she saw it, she would have had to be blind not to, as I was on my back, naked, propped up by some pillows so I could read, even covered by a blanket it was apparent I was hard.

She then stood up and said "Scoot over, I am getting cold." I scooted over and she lifted the blanket and climbed into bed with me. This isn't the first time we were in bed together, as over the years she has climbed into bed with me many times, except she and I were never naked like this time.

She scooted over to me on her side and put her right arm under my pillow and began to tell me, "Mmm, that's much better, you are nice and warm." Then she laid her left hand on my stomach and lifted her left leg over mine, I could feel her pussy pushing up against my leg and we just laid there for a moment. I did not dare move, course I didn't want to any way. 

I can tell you that the touch of her hand and leg on my naked body, was electric, the context of her being naked, snuggling up against my naked body, feeling her breast against my side, her hand on me and her pussy tight against my leg, her body was practically molded to mine, this was nothing like just hanging out without clothes as we have done many times before.

Who was I to argue with the situation I now found myself in, wasn't it me that was lusting after her in my mind, wasn't I the horny one? I was soon to find out just how much my Mother loved me and wanted me to feel good, she was about to take care of her little boy, in a way only a Mother can, even though it was not a way in which most Mother's would sooth their sons, but for her it was like it was perfectly normal.

She looked me in the eyes and said, "I know you are lonely, I have seen how you look at me lately, and I can see that your mind and body is reacting to my nakedness!" With that she slid her hand down my stomach and put her hand around my cock, I couldn't help but make a sharp intake of my breath, my Mom just took my cock into her hand.

She then said, "I can take care of this for you, if you want me to!"

"Really?" I said.

She then went on to tell me that she is willing to help me with my "Problem", all I had to do was ask.

I was shocked, dreams can come true, I know I fantasized about doing this, but up to that point it had just been that, a fantasy.

Well, after a moment of hesitation, I asked, "Would you really make love with me? You are my Mother and things don't usually happen this way!"

She told me, "Yes, I am your Mother, you are my Son, but you are also a man and I am a woman!" She went on to tell me that she didn't want me to go out to find sexual satisfaction in bars and one night stands, and, "Certainly not with that crazy redhead down the street."

"I will take care of you until you find a nice girlfriend, and once you start having sex with her, I will stop making love to you!"

"What if it takes a long time for me to find the perfect girl?" I asked.

"What ever it takes." She said, "I just want you to be happy!"

Well it was now or never, I turned on my side facing her and tentatively touched my lips to hers, and like a spark, that lights a wild fire, that first tender kiss turned into a hot passionate kiss, between two lovers, our tongues exploring each others mouths, my hands wandering all over body, hers doing the same to me. 

Taking her breast in my hands, tweaking her nipples, sliding my hand down her stomach to find her sex, caressing with my hands every square inch of her body, exploring her pussy with my finger, finding her clit, watching her jump as I touched it, taking one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking it, nibbling it as I slide one of my fingers into her pussy hole. My Mom had a plus that not many older women have, she could still produce milk! Don't know how or why, it just was, I knew this, as one day, maybe a year ago, she discovered she still could squeeze milk from her nipples and she showed me.

As I sucked on her nipples, the milk began to flow, not in copious amounts, but in an adequate flow that did nothing but add to the erotic nature of fucking my Mother. Later in the following days and months, she would let me nurse on her tits when ever the mood stuck me, her flow naturally increased and she really liked the notion of me being her little baby again, and naturally her breast did gain some size and her beautiful nipples did get bigger as they began producing more milk.

Well, we just continued to please each others bodies and I love to eat pussy so I slide down to take her pussy in my mouth, she put her hand on my head as if to stop me and said, "You don't have to do that!"

I looked up into her eyes and said, "I want to, Mom, I want to please you so much!" She just looked at me and as I returned to kissing and licking her pussy, she laid her head back and just sighed, "OK"

I was in heaven, her pussy was so sweet, and her juices were flowing as I put my tongue in her hole. Her breathing became faster and shallower, as I moved higher and started to pull her clit into my mouth, touching and caressing her clit with my tongue, her legs began to squeeze my head and shake, her hips began to move in a fucking motion, she started moaning and all of a sudden, she tensed up and let out a low growling moan, then all of a sudden she started saying, "Yes, yes, yes." over and over again and she let out a loud moan and she came. God I love that sound, and coming from my Mom, I nearly came my self, it was soooo erotic, so taboo, so...I cant find the words to describe what I felt when I made made my Mother cum. I felt so proud, almost like I was a little boy, showing off for Mom, my Mother just came on my tongue. 

After a moment while watching her come down from the effects of her orgasm, I moved up beside her and just held her to me. I then looked into her eyes and asked,"Did you like that?"

She replied, "Yes, I have not done that for such a long time, I have done myself, but it never felt like that!"

I asked her if she would like for me to eat her again, and she said,"No more tonight, but I will expect you to please me with your tongue as much as you can stand!"

She then looked me in the eyes and said, "Now it's my turn!" I could not believe my Mom was going to suck my cock, but as she slide down in the bed and placed her mouth on the tip of my cock, then she slid it inside and began to caress it with her tongue while hold it in her mouth, she took one of her hands and began to kneed my balls as she started to fuck my cock with her mouth. I looked down to watch her, it was a sight I never in my wildest dreams imagined I would see. My Mom was giving me a blow job from hell. 

I watched as her head bobbed up and down, I could see her cheeks caving in from the suction, God, she was making me feel better than anyone has ever done. The truth be know, no woman has ever made me cum with their mouth. I guess a combination of my high state of arousal, the fact it was my Mother, the erotic nature of incest and just plain fact she was making me feel so good, I felt that exquisite feeling as my cum began to rise from my balls, I told her, "Mom, I am going to cum!"

She just continued to suck me, maybe in a more earnest nature, but as I erupted in her mouth, I had a hard time just staying conscious, it was a feeling I had never experienced before, and it was my Mom who had done it for me. I know it felt like I was cumming so hard it was like I was being turned inside out. Mom continued to suck and didn't miss a beat as she consumed what seemed like every drop of sperm in my body.

The feeling seemed to last an eternity, but all to soon, it was over. As I looked down she finally withdrew from my cock, want to guess what she said?......"Yummy!" That floored me!

She slithered up my body and cuddled to me, planting kisses on my face, my lips and then she whispered in my ear, "Does my baby feel better?"

What could I say, but "Yes." Shortly I told her she was the first woman to make me cum with her mouth, she looked at me and said, "Really?" I affirmed the fact and told her that I was so happy it had been her. She just smiled and then licked her lips while having a big grin on her face. Man my Mom looked so hot, so beautiful...words cannot describe what a sight she was for me.

I nearly fell asleep, but she shook me and said to me, "Don't you dare fall asleep, I am going to get my pussy filled with your sperm tonight so you better get you cock hard so I can climb up on top of you and ride you like you have never been ridden before!"

After the blow job my Mom gave me, I didn't think I would be able to ever get hard again, but she started to caress my cock with her hand, whispering naughty things in my ear, I started to return the caresses she was giving me and soon my cock was up and ready again, Ahhh, to be young again!

Finally she was satisfied with the hardness of my cock, she rose up and straddled my waist and positioned my cock between her pussy lips and leaned forward and began to rub up and down on my cock, soon she looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Ready to fuck your Mother, is this what you have been fantasizing about?" I just nodded.

She raised her hips up slightly and slide forward and all of a sudden I was being slide into her pussy, I can't say she was tight, or loose, but just right as she continued to engulf my cock until she had me completely in her. After a moment of sublime feelings of being inside of my Mothers pussy, she slowly but deliberately began to slide up and down my cock, I was feeling the most erotic sensations, my mind was going wild with thoughts o f me finally fucking my Mother, how bad we were being, I then began to be filled with the thought it felt so right, so where I belonged.

She began to rock back and forth, gaining momentum, I reached up and gripped her tits, tweaking her nipples. I could feel her clit getting harder and rubbing against me, soon she was right, she was riding me with such speed, it was like she was in a wanton frenzy, all of a sudden she quite, and with a shudder, tipped her head back and she howled, I mean really she did, and she came. She continued to shake, her pussy was gripping me like a vise, then I began to feel her pussy muscles pulling me deeper into her, sort of like a griping milking feeling, this was like nothing I had ever felt before. 

Soon she resumed sliding up and down on my cock, this time it as more in a loving, comfortable pace as she caressed my cock with her pussy. In a short time I could not, didn't want too, couldn't help myself, but I simply said to her, "I am going to come." Her pussy than began to act differently, as she slide down, it was loose, then on the up stroke, it was squeezing me. Up, down, up, down and "Boom," I came in her pussy. It felt like I was never going to stop cumming, rope after rope of my sperm flooded her pussy, as she continued to pump my cock, she took all of the sperm I had left in me.

Soon she stopped moving and laid down on me, just holding each other as I began to soften inside her.

When my cock was finally unable to stay in her, it slipped out and I began to feel our juices seep out of her pussy covering my cock, balls and soon we were soaked. She stayed there of a little more, then slide off of me and we took each other in an intimate embrace, kissing and nuzzling each other.

She asked me if I was satisfied with what just happened and and I told her it was more than I could hope for. 

We went to sleep and later as the sun was coming up, I awoke with her mouth around my cock, she looked up at me, took her mouth off my cock and said, "Good morning, son I hope you don't mind, but you cock was hard and looked like it needed more of Mommies love!"

Well, we were lovers of over a year until I met the girl I would later marry. You want to know the truth? I really didn't look very hard for a nice girl to marry, I was having too much fun with my Mom, we didn't miss a day sucking and fucking all during that time, even when we had family visits. After I married, we still got together for some mutual love making. It was then my turn to take care of Mom's needs for some time. My wife, my brother and sisters never knew, or at least I don't think they did. It really didn't matter if they did, Mom and I were happy, and that was all that mattered.



A Mother's Love For Her Son



Checklist.
Cream
Honey
Vibrator
Belt
And last but not least Butt Plug.

Well I think I am all prepared for tonight's games with my son Mark.

I think he really needs to learn how his mother's lessons can benefit him for later in life. After all he has reached legal age and has shown a few little hints of being interested in the finer qualities of what his mother has to offer. We have dallied before, A look, a subtle gesture, a brush of bodies when in passing. He is a big boy for his age and I am sure he will surpass all my expectations.

I usually do not wear much during the day but today I thought I would treat my son, a black lace thong under a red satin robe. I hope it makes him hard. Very Hard! He is home. As he walks in the room he see's my attire and smiles, he has brought a friend home with him. I know this boy; he has given me "those" looks before so I can imagine a very entertaining afternoon. As I approach my son, Pete steps in my way and takes hold of my arms, he is very forceful but I like that. 

He slides my robe off of my body and I glance at my son Mark, he is smiling, my eyes slowly move down to his groin and his cock is a protruding bulge that I am itching to get my mouth on. Oh, it is so big! He grabs my belt and fixes it around my neck. I cannot move.

My clit is throbbing and I need to be touched.

I want to suck both of them, suck them dry, but first I have to get out of Pete's hold and that might prove to be difficult as he is now pushing me onto my knees. His cock is in my face, 

Free

It is huge, red, bulbous purple tip is seeping cum that I want to taste. I want to run my tongue over that tip and explore the tiny little slit that looks so inviting.

My son has come up behind me and is slowly rubbing his hands between my legs. Where did he learn this? Maybe Pete has instructed him on what to do, but whoever did, it feels so good. I am wet in anticipation of what is to come.

Pete asks me what toy I would like first. I say that I want to use them all on them, not just myself and they both grin.

I can feel Mark spreading my butt cheeks and I know what toy he has chosen. The feel of him probing my arse is exquisite, but he is not gentle. He rams that plug in as far as it will go and then whispers in my ear "payback time mummy, for all the years you played with me in the bath, now it is my turn!"

My cunt clenches and weeps.

They tie my wrists, so tight, it hurts and Pete spreads my legs. Mark is sitting on the sofa stroking himself so I move to him as best as I can and crawl up his body. I have to get that cock inside my cunt. 

Oh god! I slide down on it as Mark positions himself under me; I am so wet it just slides in deep as deep as it will go. I can feel Pete behind me and he is smearing something on my cunt from behind.

The honey, he is going to eat me, Oh I cannot stop myself from cumming. 

Marks says he can feel my cunt muscles clench his big cock and he moves in deeper groaning in ecstasy. I can feel Pete getting into position and then he bites my lips from behind. He is not gentle and it startles me, he is gripping my thighs as he probes my arse with his tongue. I am all sticky and Pete is making a meal of me. He must love honey so much! 

I need to move, fast, I begin to ride my son but Pete stops me. He grabs the belt around my neck so tightly I begin to choke and he moves to my front and lowers himself over Marks face but his cock is at the perfect position for me to suck. As I ride Mark Pete starts to fuck my face. He still has a tight holds on the belt and I gag. I can't help it. I just know Mark squeezing friends balls and it is driving me insane. 

My cunt is dripping.

Mark slows as he reaches behind me and pulls out the Butt Plug, he has my huge Vibrator in his hand and he makes me still as he slides it in my arse and turns it on. He has smeared cream all over it and now he is moving it in and out and as he pumps his cock in my cunt. The feel of all my holes being used is just too much to bear..

I am in Heaven.

I force myself to try to swallow Pete's cock. It is so big it literally rams the back of my throat, I don't know if I can do this. I have left it too late as Pete slides his cock from my mouth and groans loudly as he cums all over my face. He forces my head back as he rubs his cock over me while Mark is getting up so he can fuck my mouth as well.

Mark cums so quickly and so much and I swallow all of him.

I will always love my son. In any way he wants me too.

I thought I was going to teach him today but it is me who has learnt what a son really means to his mother.



A Mother's Love in 1949 Ch. 01



This is a story of mother and son incest.

All characters are eighteen years of age or older.

*****

The year was 1949. Things were different then. Sexual mores were stricter, far stricter. There were no birth control pills. A woman's thoughts, when it came to sex, were always affected by the fear of unwanted pregnancy. Virginity was close to being the norm among high school girls. Maybe, in fact, most girls that age were virgins.

Oral sex was almost unheard of. Probably it was more common than most people thought, but women, and most men too, considered it dirty. A common epithet among men and teenaged boys was 'you eat it', meaning pussy. Men considered a blow job something only a prostitute would perform. Many men could not conceive of kissing a woman after she had sucked his cock. Women also thought of oral sex as dirty. When they thought of it at all.

Masturbation, too, was considered shameful. Boys were advised against it by doctors and the clergy. Religions took the view that women should not touch their private parts except for washing them.

Women, though, did talk between themselves, especially close friends. Men and, as always has been, teenaged boys talked too.

Divorce was rare. Couples stayed married and worked through their problems, or learned to live with them. To be sure, this often resulted in unhappy households; but not as often as you would expect.

Edna's husband had passed away a few years previously leaving her with a young son fourteen years old. Her husband had been twenty years older than Edna. She had married him during the depression when men who could support a wife, and probably a family, were hard to find. Her husband had been a farmer. Admittedly not every year was good, but overall he was able to provide for Edna and their son quite well. The farm had thrived during the war years. At the end of the war, the same year her husband died, they were quite prosperous.

After his death Edna leased out the farm land and moved into the small city not far away. She didn't want to sell the farm. She hoped that her son would someday take it over. Her husband had left her sufficiently well off that she and her son had enough to live on if they didn't spend too wildly. 

Her son, Rick, had just turned eighteen when this story begins. He was a senior in high school. He was a little less than average height and quite slim. Skinny might describe him better. He had few athletic abilities, but he was quite intelligent. 

He had no girlfriend and very few dates. The girls in his school had no interest in someone like him. Like most teenage boys, though, he was interested in them. He had the normal range of fantasies to spice up his jerk off sessions. Sessions he kept carefully secret, he thought. Edna knew, however, she was his mother. They always know. She never mentioned it to him, so he continued in blithe ignorance.

Rick tried to help his mother as much as he could. He was not demanding and took on a part time job at a local grocery. He worked every Saturday and three evenings a week until seven o'clock. He contributed a large part of his pay to household expenses and another equal amount to savings for college. Edna saved as much as she could from the money he gave her for household expenses. She didn't tell him about it, though. That money, too, was for his college.

Rick was friendly enough with the other boys in his class. He was easy to get along with. They talked like boys their age have talked since time began; braggadocio and lies. Wondering about what girl they could fuck and suppositions about who would 'put out'. The fact was that almost none of them had ever fucked anything more feminine than their fist.

Edna was thirty-eight. She was slim with very small breasts, almost flat chested. Her legs were nice and she had a pretty face. She was a friendly woman active in community affairs.

It was mid-winter when Rick dressed up and Edna let him take the car to attend a dance at school. She thought about him after he had left. She was concerned that he couldn't seem to make any headway with girls. Those thoughts led to memories of her own younger days. She thought fondly of her deceased husband. Despite the difference in their ages he had been able to satisfy her sexually until just before he had passed away. He had been a good lover and well hung. She missed sex, but she was still able to get pregnant and was not willing to risk it.

As her husband aged he could not always perform in the bedroom. He offered to go down on her, but she refused. She had trouble envisioning kissing him after he had kissed her private parts. Eventually she allowed it. It was a night when she was so horny she was willing to try anything. She experienced a wild, intense orgasm. Better than any she had ever experienced.

Afterward she covered her husband with kisses, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. On his face too as she delighted in licking it clean. Her repugnance was forgotten, even to the point that she was soon sucking his dick to give him satisfaction. It was only a few days before she let him cum in her mouth. The natural next step was swallowing his seed, but she often delighted in kissing him as she rolled it around in her mouth savoring it.

A thought came to her. She pushed it out of her mind, but it returned every time. It was not the first time this thought had come to her. This time, though, it invaded her mind with far more force. It was a way to help Rick. Far in the back of her mind there was a whisper. And me too.

Rick got home about eleven. Edna was still up. She was dressed in her best nightgown covered by a robe. A dab of her perfume made her feel extra feminine. She had a stiff drink just before she expected him, to give herself courage. He smiled at his mother, but she could tell he was dejected. 

"Sit down, Rick, and talk to me," she told him.

Edna had practiced, in her mind, what she would say to him. Even so she had trouble getting started.

"Rick, Can we talk about something?" She managed to get out.

"I guess so, Mom."

"You never seem to have any dates, honey. I can't help but wonder why."

"Mom," Rick replied, then hesitated. "I don't think girls are attracted to me."

"Oh, Rick, they don't know you like I do." She stopped talking to gather her thoughts. She could understand why girls weren't attracted to Rick, but he was her son and that made the situation unacceptable. She rushed on before she lost her courage.

"Rick, I can tell you how to have all the women you want, if you want to know."

Rick looked up, surprised. "You can?"

"Yes," Edna continued. "If you do the things I tell you to do women will chase you."

"How, Mom?"

"The first thing, and the most important, is to never tell anyone about women you were with. Not even to your best friend, or other women. I know young boys like to brag, but you cannot do that. Not even hints about what may have gone on."

"I can do that, Mom," Rick told her.

"Second, you must agree to follow my instructions. You may not want to, but the rewards will be great if you do. And, - you will come to enjoy it, even if you don't at first."

"Ok, Mom. I will."

"Have you ever kissed a girl, Rick? I mean really kissed."

"No," Rick sounded embarrassed and a little meek.

"Then we'll learn that first." Edna put her hands on Rick's shoulders and drew him toward herself.

"Don't worry that I'm your mother. Pretend I'm your girlfriend. Start softly."

Rick was a good learner and Edna had been a long time without male contact. She could soon feel her pussy getting wet and heard herself moan softly. Her original thoughts, nebulous though they were, envisioned taking several days to teach Rick what she thought he needed to know. Now it was becoming a matter of what she needed.

She let her robe fall open and brought one of Rick's hands to her breast. He fondled it through her nightgown. Small breasted though she was it was a new thing for him, and exciting. Something that had only been in his fantasies before.

Edna knew she had to act. She pushed him back and stood. He looked up at her, questioning.

"Come with me," she told him softly.

She led him upstairs to her bedroom. A small lamp on the bedside table provided just enough soft light to see.

"Get undressed and come to bed," she told him still speaking softly.

Rick nervously, and with fumbling fingers, undressed down to his shorts.

"Leave them on if you feel more comfortable," his mother told him.

She let her robe slip from her shoulders and sat on the side of the bed. She took Rick's hand and told him to sit beside her.

"Many women want to be with men, Rick," she began. "But they are afraid of a couple of things. As I told you earlier men talking about them is a big concern. Women do think about their reputation; but getting pregnant is probably the biggest reason women have to avoid sex.

"I will show you how to make women happy. Things will take care of themselves once you learn what to do. Are you still willing?"

"Oh yes, Mom." Rick's cock was hard. He had never been this close to sex with a woman before. The fact that she was his mother didn't matter.

"Have you ever seen a woman's private parts, Rick?" She was wet and horny. She didn't want to push her son too fast but desire was taking control. Pheromones saturated the air of the room, male and female both. The scent lures took control of their libidos and led them to where they might not normally go. Edna was somewhat more in control than her son. But then she had a plan.

"No," rick answered hesitantly.

"Let's start there," Edna said.

She pulled her nightgown up to her waist. She was not wearing panties and Rick could see her pubic hair.

"Kneel down between my legs," she told her son. "You can get a good look there."

Rick slid off the bed as his mother spread her thighs to give him access. In the dim light he gazed raptly at the puffy and slightly parted labia. Her clit peeked out at the top of her slit and her juices glistened on the lust swollen lips. A cap of dark hair crowned her pussy like a halo.

"Kiss it," he heard. "Kiss it."

He could do nothing else. His lust made him obey. The shame, instilled in him by his peers, of eating pussy was forgotten. Overcome with desire he leaned into his mother's cunt and pressed his lips to it.

"Lick it with your tongue," he heard.

Her hands were on his head, caressing him, urging him to do her will. His tongue licked at the sheen of her juices. The taste aroused him even further, his cock throbbed; almost painfully.

She sighed. She wanted more. She wanted him to lick and suck at her cunt; to bring her to a mind blowing climax such as she remembered from her marriage. This was not the time, though. That would come soon. He was caught now, there was much to teach him, but there would be no going back. It was time to show him his first reward. She gently pushed his head back. He looked up at her, a little confused, greatly excited. She pulled on his arm and he stood. She rolled back onto the bed bringing him with her. She kissed him, a hot wet kiss with open mouth and probing tongue. She had a purpose. She would show him that kissing her pussy was not dirty. That she wanted to be kissed after he had tasted her juices.

She grasped his cock as she kissed him and pulled it from his shorts. It only took a touch of her hand and a couple of strokes along his iron hard shaft before his cum erupted and he gasped in ecstasy. The thick, creamy cum coated her hand as she held the throbbing shaft. It had been, by far, the best orgasm he had ever experienced; and from his own mother too.

Edna pushed his shorts down his legs and he kicked them off. They laid together Edna caressing her son as he suckled at her tits. They held each other, and kissed. Soft loving kisses. Edna talked to her son, softly. She told him, again, how she would teach him to please women. How they would seek him out, he would not have to chase after them, hoping for an occasion kiss. She would reward him as he learned. She told him how the wonderful orgasm he had just experienced was only the beginning. As he learned the rewards would increase.

As she talked she surreptitiously licked his cum from her hand. She savored it, delighted to taste a man's seed again after many years, she loved the scents and tastes of lovemaking.

Her words excited him. He was a virginal teenaged boy with all the wild hormonal urges that inflict young men of that age. He had never been with a naked woman before. He had never felt soft warm flesh against his own. He had never inhaled the scents of a hot woman. He had never thrilled at the moans he elicited as he sucked on her hard nipples.

"I'll learn, Mom." He told her. "I'll learn everything you want me to. I love you."

Edna smiled, secretly satisfied. It would be a pleasant adventure for both of them.

"Rest now, Rick, you'll be ready for another lesson soon. I love you."

As they laid together, stroking each other's bodies and exchanging kisses, Edna thought about her next step. Should she teach him about foreplay? About how to suck her tits and kiss her body. About kisses on the neck and other things that aroused her. Or, should she teach him how to make her cum. How to lick her cunt and suck at her clit. Her horniness won out. She wanted to cum. She had to cum and more than once. She would teach him the finer points later.

Their touches and kisses soon turned hot. It didn't take long. Rick was young and resilient; Edna was hot and had not yet cum.

She rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide. "Did you like kissing me down there, Rick?" she asked softly.

"I liked it because you did, Mom."

"Many women like to be kissed there, but not many men will do it for them, Baby. Those that do often don't know the right way and aren't willing to learn. I'll teach you what you need to know. Women will chase you then."

Edna pushed her son down to lie between her splayed thighs. "Watch what I do with my finger," she told him. "That is what you should do with your tongue."

He watched as she slid her finger up the lips of her pussy. She talked to him as she showed him the way.

"When I get hot. When you make me hot, I get wet and juicy. That is to lubricate me if you enter me, but your father liked the taste."

It was the first time Rick had ever thought about sex between his parents. He was a little shocked at first, but then he smiled and thought fondly of his father.

Edna's finger rubbed her clit. "Women are so sensitive here," she said. "You should take that little button between your lips and suck on it. You can lick it with your tongue too, and even nibble it, but gently.

Edna's breath was coming faster, soft gasps escaping her lips. "Do it now," she cried on the verge of an orgasm. Her hands went to his head her pussy was left open for him, for his attention.

Her hands guided his head into her valley. She did not need to urge him, he went willingly his tongue probing her wet and fragrant pussy. He licked her and sucked her. He lapped up her juices and nibbled at her clit. She came in a wild orgasm and quickly came again. Her cries of joy filled the room and he responded by increasing the fervor of his lovemaking.

It had been a long time since she had an orgasm as powerful as those tearing through her body. Her every cell sang out in ecstasy. Her thighs pressed close on his head. Her heels pressed on his back to hold him close to her. Her hands stroked his head with love and tenderness.

When she could take no more without fainting she pushed his head back from her pussy. He moved back, reluctantly, and looked up. He raised himself on his elbows to look at her.

Edna grasped his arms and pulled him up to face her; for hot kisses and an emotional thank you.

"That was wonderful, Rick."

"Thank you, Mom. I want to please you."

"You did, my baby, now another reward."

She took his hard cock between her lips and gave Rick an experience he had never expected to happen to him. She brought him to the verge of a climax and lifted her head to watch his cum explode from his hard cock onto his belly.

She smiled to herself. He had so much still to experience. She and her husband had tried, and enjoyed, much. She would pass it on to her son.

*******

Edna woke her son much earlier than usual. He seemed confused at first, but soon a smile came over his face as he remembered the night before. His mother was standing beside the bed in a silk slip. The shadows of her areolas and her full bush were visible through the fine fabric. 

She sat on the edge of the bed and felt his hard cock through the sheet. "That's probably mostly pee, Honey, why don't you go to the bathroom and brush your teeth. I'll wait here for you."

Rick dashed for the bathroom. He pissed away his morning hard on and his dick immediately started to stiffen again. He brushed his teeth and ran back to his mother's bedroom still naked.

She was waiting for him and held her arms up to him. He joined her on the bed for a hot kiss.

"You have to go to work today," she told him. "But we have a little time before breakfast."

His hand was under her slip groping for the bare wet pussy he knew awaited him under its silky folds. She slipped the strap of the slip off her shoulder and pushed the top down to let him suck at her tit.

Rick started to slide down her body but she stopped him.

"I haven't showered yet, Honey."

"I don't care, Mom, I want to do it anyway."

Edna was not fastidiousness she saw nothing wrong, or dirty, about being eaten before showering. She was elated that Rick had the attitude that he did. She opened her legs for her son. Opened to let him lick and suck at her wet pussy. Her snatch flowed with the juices of heat and lust. He laid between her legs and her hands on his head guided him.

She came once, a beautiful, gratifying orgasm. She pushed him away then and brought him back to her face for a wet kiss.

"I want to do something special," she told him. "Special for both of us."

She rolled onto her back. "Get on top," she urged him. "And eat me."

It was the first time she had used such direct language and it had an immediate effect on him. He straddled her with his head poised above her pussy. Her legs were spread wide and the wild tangle of her pubic hair framed her glistening labia.

He felt her hand on his head gently pushing him to her hot, wet cunt. It was urging he didn't need. He knew where this was going. She held him on top of herself one hand on his head holding him at her snatch. The other on his hip. She lifted her hips to her son as he ate her cunt and came with an explosive rush.

She took his cock then, deep into her mouth. Her lips and tongue and teeth all working to bring him the pleasure he was bringing to her. Even as she was rising to another orgasm she felt him ready to cum.

She didn't pull away this time. Her body sang as he gave her his seed. He filled her mouth with his hot creamy cum and she milked his cock to get more.

She was ecstatic, full of joy for being able to teach her son; for being able to prepare him for a life of loving. From the orgasms he had given her.

They laid together afterwards, holding each other closely. They would have stayed like that for hours, but there were things to do. Edna kissed her son and rolled out of bed.

"I'll make breakfast, Baby, you shower and get ready for work."

Rick briefly considered skipping work for the day, but he knew what his mother's reaction would be if he suggested it. He went to the bathroom to shower and then to his own room to dress. His mother had breakfast ready when he came downstairs and a sandwich packed for his lunch.

"We'll have more fun tonight, Rick," Edna told him as he ate. "And tomorrow too. We need to talk about a few things soon. Maybe tomorrow after church."




A Mother's Love in 1949 Ch. 01



After Edna got him off to work she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat thinking. She was trying to figure out the next steps in her plan. Not the sex part, she knew where she was going with that, but how to let the word out among the local women that he would do things for them that other men wouldn't. She needed to tell someone, her sister maybe? Or, one of her friends?

She decided to use her friend Carol. They were quite close and Carol was somewhat gossipy. An added advantage was the fact that Carol was a widow who occasionally bemoaned the fact that she missed sex. That left only the question of how to go about it.

The idea of her son with another woman brought on a fit of jealousy. Edna pushed it down. She did not need such base emotions. Everything she was doing was for her son's benefit. Of course,she thought. I'll still have him sometimes. I'll have to make sure of that.

The fact was that Edna was being satisfied for the first time in years. She thought about how it would feel to have him inside her. A few days each month were safe, they could always use rubbers too, but those were known to fail. She mentally added fucking, yes she did use that word in her mind, to the list of things to talk to Rick about.

Edna spent the day catching up on her sleep. They hadn't had much the night before. She did a little housework too. She was tempted, several times, to masturbate, but she decided to wait for Rick. She showered after her work was done and dressed in a print housedress. It was one of her nicest ones. She put panties on, but only because her pussy was so wet from anticipation. She planned to take them off before her son got home.

The day was a little tough for Rick. He too was short of sleep, but he was young and could do without better than his mother. His bigger problem was that he kept thinking about the wonderful things that had happened to him. He had to make himself concentrate in order to do his work.

Mrs. Gaffney, the store owner, had laughed. "Get your mind off girls, Rick. Pay attention to what you're doing."

Mrs. Gaffney liked Rick. She thought he was a nice young man and someone she would like her daughter to know better; if she had a daughter that is, she didn't. She had been widowed for some years now and childless. She knew there never would be a daughter in her life. 

It was almost time for another man, though. She had made love with a number of men since her husband had passed away; and women too. She could recall with pleasure several short but enjoyable affairs with both sexes. The affairs had always been discrete, there was no scandal attached to her.

Rick got home shortly after seven. Edna had dinner waiting for him. After dinner Edna and Rick moved to the couch in the living room. Edna had some soft music on the radio.

She sat on the couch and indicated that Rick should kneel in front of her.

"Sometimes, Rick, a woman wants sex so bad she doesn't want any lead up. She wants to get right to the point. That's how I feel tonight."

She pulled the hem of her dress up and scooted her hips forwards. Her pussy was bare, and wet, and ready for Rick. He pushed his face into her hot wet folds. Edna showed him how to push two fingers into her vagina as he sucked at her clit and lapped up her flowing juices. After He brought her to several, back to back, orgasms she pushed his head back and lay sprawled on the couch. She stroked his head with love as he knelt in front of her. She took him to her bedroom and rewarded him with a blowjob. She kissed him with a mouth full of his cum; she licked her juices from his face. They shared their tastes with each other.

"Tomorrow I have some things to teach you. So don't make any plans," Edna told him before they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

Edna woke her son early again the next morning. They showered together and had a light breakfast. They had dressed for church when Edna noticed that Rick could not control his boner. She jerked him off at the kitchen table, then wiped him clean with a washcloth. After all, it would not do to display a bulge in church.

They went straight home after church. Sometimes they met other church members for a late restaurant breakfast, but they excused themselves saying they had things to do.

This was the day that Edna taught Rick how to be a lover. She felt he already knew how to eat pussy. What he needed to learn was how to prepare a woman for love. How to make her ready, and eager, for his lips and tongue.

She gave him some advice too. Pick older women at first she advised. Before he made love to a woman his own age make sure she could keep her mouth shut and that she didn't have a boyfriend. But, she was careful to add, He would want women to tell each other about what he could do for them. Not in a derogatory or malicious way, though. 

She dressed in a filmy nightgown and sensuously undressed her son. She took him to bed and taught him more about kissing, about fondling and caressing tits, about sucking and nibbling at nipples. She instructed him in how to kiss a woman's body, about the erogenous zones. And, most importantly, about the little touches that women find romantic.

She talked to him about how women could please him. She told him that he should expect the woman to reciprocate in kind if she did not want to be penetrated by him.

She talked to him about how she wanted him inside her, how she wanted to fuck with him. How there were only a few days every month that she felt safe. She directed him to go to the drugstore and buy some rubbers. She told him to get the best quality available.

They ate each other to glorious climaxes and held each other close until they were hungry. They got up to eat something then back to bed.

"My period will start in a day or two, Baby," she told him. "After it's over I want you inside me."

"I want to so much, Mom."

"Rick," she continued. "Soon there will be a lot of women chasing you. You must be careful not to fall in love and, please, never forget me. Come back to me after every one of them."

"I will, Mom," he cried out. "I'll always want you."

It was still early evening when Edna slipped out of bed and called her friend Carol. She invited Carol to come by for coffee the next morning, and maybe a little shopping afterward.

She went back to bed and slept well, she had done her best for her son. She was confident that he would soon be popular with women.

Edna woke early and got up to make Rick his breakfast. She had started her period as she had been expecting. Well, there would be some special fun when it was over, but for now she would have to go without for a while. It was a school day and she made him a sandwich for lunch. He worked after school on Mondays so she didn't expect him home until late. 

She went to the bedroom and woke her son. She told him about her period starting. They were both disappointed but she jerked him off so that he wouldn't feel too horny during the school day. He showered and dressed and left for school.

Carol was coming by in an hour or two, Edna was a little nervous about the second part of her plan. She hoped it worked. She showered and dressed and was ready by the time Carol rang the doorbell.

Carol and Edna had coffee in the kitchen and caught up on events in their lives. Carol told Edna about her daughter and her new job. She was about five years older than Rick. She had graduated from high school and worked in the office of a local manufacturer. She was learning bookkeeping and was doing well. She had bought herself a car and had moved into a place of her own. So far she hadn't found anyone she thought she'd like to marry. That was a disappointment to Carol, but she still had hope.

"I wonder if she's not too independent," Carol said.

"I'm sure she'll find someone in due time," Edna told her. "It takes longer for some of us women."

Carol asked about Rick. Edna didn't answer directly, but beat around the bush.

"Are you having problems with him?" Carol asked, concerned. Rick had always seemed like such a nice boy.

"Well," Edna hesitated. "I don't really know."

"Maybe you should talk about it, Edna." Carol tried to seem firm.

"Could you promise not to tell anyone, ever, Carol." Edna was working hard at seeming reluctant to talk

"For you I'll promise," Carol said. She meant it.

"Oh Carol," she gasped out, seemingly almost crying. "I heard a rumor about him. That he liked to kiss women on their private parts. I didn't believe it. But then I found a magazine under his mattress. It was full of pictures of men doing that to women."

"That's not the end of the world, Edna. Have you talked to him about it?"

"No," Edna sniffled. "I can't make myself."

"Oh, Honey, it may be a phase he's going through." Carol tried to sooth her friend. In reality she was fascinated.

"Carol, his father used to do that to me. I liked it. It was wonderful, but we kept it between ourselves. We never told anyone. There are already rumors about Rick."

"No one's ever done that for me," Carol said wistfully. "Of course there have been few men in my life since my husband died."

"Well," Edna said with a weak smile as she dabbed at make believe tears. "There's no danger of pregnancy that way. Of course one has to satisfy them some way too."

"Well let's go shopping, Edna. That's the best way I know to forget one's troubles."

"Ok," said Edna with a brave smile. "Let's do that. Give me a minute to fix my makeup."

The women spent the rest of the morning shopping. They had lunch together, shopped another hour and Carol dropped Edna off.

"I'm sure things will work out with Rick," Carol told her as she pulled up in front of Edna's house.

"Oh, Carol," Edna told her. "If women knew how great it is to have a man eat them. They'd never leave him alone."

"Well," Carol said. "Since it's never happened to me I wouldn't know."

Edna smiled. "If you ever get the chance don't pass it up,"

"I'll remember that," Carol laughed. "You seem to be over your angst."

"The shopping helped, Carol. You were right. My big worry is that other guys will start talking about him and bullying him. He isn't big enough to be a good fighter."

"I see your point," Carol said. They finished their goodbyes and Edna carried her packages inside.

She smiled as she closed the door behind her. She was confident the bait would be taken.

And Carol did take the bait. She went shopping at the store that very afternoon, when she knew Rick would be working. She sat in the parking lot until she saw him stocking shelves. She entered then and pretended to be shopping. In fact she did put a few items in her cart. She worked her way to the aisle she had seen Rick in.

"Why hello, Rick. How are you?"

"Hello, Mrs. Jones. I'm fine."

"I'm glad I ran into you, Rick. I was going to call your mother and ask her if I could get you to help me do some things around the house tomorrow afternoon."

"I'll be happy to, Mrs. Jones. I'll come over right after school."

Oh, thank you, Rick. I'll look forward to your help."

Carol checked out of the store with a smile and a feeling of anticipation.

Rick wondered why she had asked him to help her. He didn't realize that his mother had set things up for him.

On his way home he went to the drugstore. He got there just before it closed, but the druggist was willing to take the time to help a stammering, blushing teenaged boy pick out the best condoms, or rubbers as they were usually called in those days. Rick bought a package of a dozen.

At home his mother had dinner ready for him. He told her about meeting her friend Carol and how she had asked him to help her the next day.

"That's nice, Dear," his mother said. "I'm sure she'll make it worth your while.

He showed her the rubbers he had bought. She told him to put three in his wallet and the rest in drawer of the bedside table.

In bed that night Edna gave Rick a hand job so he would be able to sleep. She didn't do anything for him in the morning. She told him she had a headache.



A Mother's Love in 1949 Ch. 02



This is a story of mother and son incest.

All characters are eighteen years of age or older.

*****

Carol had trouble deciding what to wear for Rick's visit. She thought about just a robe with nothing under it. Then again, maybe a light housedress. That would give her a little more flexibility.

She checked her closet and decided on a dress that buttoned down the front to the waist. It was cinched by a belt with a full skirt. The top could be unbuttoned to free her tits; they would be bare. She wouldn't be wearing panties either. She decided on nylons and moderate heels. She knew she had nice legs.

She decided against a girdle. It might interfere with access to her pussy. After all, she was in decent condition and didn't really need it. A garter belt would hold her hosiery up.

Carol's pussy was wet all day. She was anxious for what was to come and wanted it more as the day wore on. In the midafternoon she showered and gave special attention to her pussy and her wild mane of pubic hair.

She dressed carefully and put on a little makeup. She used the makeup sparingly, but effectively. She checked herself in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction.

When the doorbell rang she almost ran to answer it. She stopped and composed herself before she opened the door.

"Come in, Rick," she said.

She closed the door behind him. "We don't need to get started right away," she told him. "Let's relax a few minutes first. Would you like a coke?"

Rick told her that would be nice and she told him to have a seat on the couch. She went to the kitchen and returned with two glasses filled with coke and ice.

She sat on the couch quite close to him, but not touching.

"You seem like a nice young man, Rick," she was having trouble getting started.

"Thank you," he replied.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No, not yet."

Carol was beating around the bush and wasn't happy with herself for doing so.

"Maybe you should learn about girls from an older woman," she sounded coy and just a bit husky.

Rick looked at her appraisingly. He noted how she was dressed. He remembered his mother's lessons. He remembered, too, the huskiness in his mother's voice when she was aroused. Carol sounded much the same

"Perhaps," he said. "That would be nice."

Carol opened the buttons on her bodice, she watched him as she did so. She saw him lick his lips and knew she would succeed. She pulled her dress open and set her breasts free.

She reached for Rick and pulled him close. Despite his experience with his mother he was still quite shy. He needed to be led, she thought. At least for a little while.

She brought him close and lifted a plump breast to his lips. He kissed it eagerly and fondled its soft flesh. He sucked the nipple into his mouth as he had been taught and delighted in its firmness.

He raised his head and she kissed him. A hot wet kiss, tongues danced, lips mashed. His hand was under her skirt, guided there by her. He found her bare, wet pussy. His finger slid between the lips and found her clit.

He slid from the couch, to kneel in front of her. He pushed her dress up onto her thighs. Pushed it further until it was bunched around her waist. Her legs were splayed lewdly and she pushed her butt to the front of the couch.

He looked at her beautiful cunt. The fluids of her lust glistened on the swollen labia. She was wet and ready; she had been ready all day. Her bush was full and wild, a tangled forest of dark hair.

Rick kissed her thighs and ran his tongue up the seam at the joint of her leg and hip. His fingers caressed her pussy and slid inside to circle her clit. He felt her hands on the back of his head urging him toward her hot, wet pussy.

"Yes," her voice was still husky. "Do it, show me how it is."

Rick's inhaled the musky scent of her lust. His tongue flicked out to taste of the salty sweetness of her juices. He was delighted with her scent and taste. He buried his face in her hot wetness.

She came quickly. Shudders racked her body and she gasped from the orgasmic pleasure engulfing her. He didn't stop and she came again, an even stronger orgasm. Her nylon sheathed legs closed on his head. He delighted in the friction of her hosiery against his face. Her heels drummed against his back as she cried out. 

"Don't stop, don't stop."

When she could take no more she pushed him back. "That was wonderful," she said, still short of breath. "That has never happened to me before."

He looked up at her. "I'm glad."

"We should move to the bedroom," she said.

"Whatever you want," he told her. He stood and opened his pants in front of her. He pushed them down and she could see the bulge of his cock. He was hard, it excited her.

He kicked off his shoes and then his pants. His shirt was next. He stood in front of her with only his briefs. She reached out and touched the bulge of his rock hard cock.

He held out a hand to her and helped her to her feet. He seemed to be taking charge. Quite a change from the shyness she had thought she detected. Carol wondered about that. Somehow she had thought that a man who would eat her pussy would be on the submissive side. She accepted his leadership, though, he seemed to know what to do.

On unsteady legs she showed him to the bedroom. She took her dress off leaving herself nude except for garter belt and nylons. She started to take them off too, but he stopped her.

"I like them," he said. "The heels too. You look beautiful."

"Thank you," she murmured as she lowered herself to the bed and held up her arms to him.

They laid together exchanging wet, sloppy kisses. She tasted herself on his lips and tongue. She was excited at the idea of tasting her own juices.

"This is all new to me," she said, almost whispering.

"Just let things happen," he told her. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Do you want me to do that to you?" She asked shyly. "What you did to me."

"It would be nice," he replied. "But we can do it to each other."

"Show me how," she murmured.

At his direction she scooted down to lie in the center of the bed. He kissed his way down her body. Her tits, her belly, her navel. He turned her onto her side and pushed his head into her pussy. She lifted her leg to give him access. He was soon eating her with lips and tongue and even his teeth, lightly nibbling at her clit.

His hard cock was pointing at her face. She knew what she should do, but it was new to her. She grasped it and stroked it. She felt his hand on the back of her head gently urging her towards the steely shaft.

Her lips parted and she let her wet mouth slide over his hard cock. Once the ice was broken she became more aware of the pleasure in her pussy. She responded, amateurishly, but avidly. As orgasms flashed through her body she sucked him vigorously. She felt him tense. She felt warm, creamy cum surge into her mouth. She was at the peak of a strong orgasm and swallowed without thinking. A sense of joy overtook her as she did so. She felt happy that she had made him cum. She had never felt that way before. Not when married; when her husband would cum in her pussy.

As he softened she milked his cock for more of his seed. They separated. He turned to lie facing her.

"I didn't know if I could do that," she told him her voice was soft, she felt a great deal of affection for this boy.

"It was wonderful," Rick told her. "I'm glad you enjoyed it so much."

"I did," Carol said.

"I'd like you inside me, but I can't risk it," Carol said.

"I understand," he told her.

There was more lovemaking that evening. Carol sat on his face. She had a several glorious orgasms and smeared her cum juices over him. They reversed positions. He straddled her and fucked her face. Once again she felt the heat of his cum as he filled her mouth. Once again she felt the thrills of pleasing him.

Carol was finding that she liked a hard cock in her mouth. There was something about the feel of her lips on it. The sensation she felt when she played her tongue over its hardness; when she pressed her teeth against it. She realized that what she had thought of as disgusting was actually very pleasurable for her. The hot slickness of his cum when it gushed into her mouth was a delightful new experience; the taste unusual and erotic. 

He kissed her before she swallowed. She was surprised; she still had his cum in her mouth, after all. She kept her mouth shut until he pushed his tongue between her lips to twist with hers. Her lips parted then to let his juices flow between them. She kissed him back, hard. She was happy, content. More so than in years of life as a widow. Years she had suppressed her desires because of the fear of pregnancy.

"Will you come to visit me again?" She asked as he was leaving.

"Yes, but you'll have to do something for me."

"What is that?"

"You need to tell at least one other woman about what I did for you and how much you enjoyed it. At least one other," he repeated. "But not more than three. And they have to be discrete women."

He was doing as his mother had told him to do. He was letting the word out. She agreed, a little reluctantly, to do as he asked.

They kissed warmly and he left. She would have kept him all night, but that wasn't possible.

Edna was waiting for Rick when he got home. She sat on the couch with him and kissed him soundly. She could taste Carol's juices on him and it gave her a thrill. She licked his face clean savoring her friend's essence. She found herself kissing him, with her tongue probing his mouth, in search of more Carol flavor. She sucked his tongue and found yet more traces of the hot woman he had been with. She made him tell her all that had happened. She shivered with excitement and kissed him again, still searching for the taste of lady cum.

The next day was a school day and Rick needed his rest. She led him upstairs to the bedroom and Rick was soon asleep. Edna lay awake for a long time. She kept tasting Carol on her tongue. She found it strangely erotic. At last she fell asleep with visions of Rick on top fucking her. It would happen soon.

****

Carol slept a little late the next morning. She woke up and stretched languidly. She recalled her tryst with Rick and smiled. She hoped it wouldn't harm her friendship with Edna, but Carol was not stupid. She had easily figured out that Edna had maneuvered her into seducing Rick. What she did not know was why?

She recalled her promise to tell another woman, or more, about Rick's willingness to eat pussy. She remembered, too, her promise to be careful about who she mentioned it to. 

There were two women that came to mind immediately. She would have to wait a little while before telling one of them. The other she didn't know very well, but she would be the perfect one to pass the information on to. She had no doubt the lady would keep her silence.

The question was how to do it. She finally decided on an anonymous letter. She got out some plain stationary and a cheap plain envelope. She printed the words with her left hand.

Did you know that one of your employees, Rick, likes to eat women's pussies? He's very good.

I won't tell anyone else, but I thought you'd like to know.

She addressed the letter to Mrs. Gaffney's home. Later that day she drove to the post office and dropped it in the mailbox.

Rick had to work Wednesday. He was planning to visit Carol again Thursday, but Edna put her foot down.

"You must take care of your school work first, Rick. No other option is acceptable. You must not miss your chance at college."

Rick had already been accepted into the state college, He would be taking a two year course in agriculture. Edna hoped he would take the farm back over when he graduated. Rick liked the idea of farming. He had gotten a job with the farmer who rented their land for the summer. He would start work there after graduation.

Rick reluctantly agreed that study would come first. Edna was happy with his display of responsibility. In bed that night she fondled his cock until it was hard. It really didn't take much; he was rock hard quickly and she took him in her mouth to reward him with a blow job. She exulted in the taste of his hot cum when he filled her mouth. She came herself, just from the thrill of his cumming, her body quivered as the thrills raced through her. 

Rick worked Friday evening. Mrs. Gaffney was on the floor a lot more than usual and took several opportunities to talk to Rick. After work he and Edna had dinner. Edna insisted he study for a while. She read a novel as he studied his text books and wrote a report.

She was horny when they went to bed, but it was still the middle of her period. She would have to wait. She pulled him to her tits and held him while he sucked them. She stroked his hard cock until his cum gushed from him and flowed over her hand. She kissed him goodnight and he soon fell asleep. She lay awake next to him and sucked his cum from her hand.

Saturday was another work day. Edna kissed him when he left for work with a promise.

"Only a couple of more days, Baby. We'll have fun then."

Rick was just finishing lunch when one of the clerks came into the lunchroom and told him Mrs. Gaffney would like to see him in the office. Rick couldn't think of why, but he went upstairs and knocked on the office door.

Mrs. Gaffney called out for him to come in and he pushed the door open.

"Rick," she said. "I wonder if you could help me. I need to get my yard ready for spring and the man who used to do it has moved. Could you go to my house and do it for me? Pick up any sticks or twigs and things like that."

"Yes Ma'am," he answered. 

Rick left and walked to Mrs. Gaffney's house, it wasn't far.

At the house he surveyed the yard. It certainly didn't look like it needed much work. He shrugged and looked for where to start. It was then that Mrs. Gaffney pulled into the driveway.

She waved at him and he walked over to see what she wanted.

"Rick, while you're here I'd like to get some furniture moved. Can you help me with that first?"

He followed Mrs. Gaffney into the house. She told him to have a seat in the living room, that she would be right back.

Rick looked after her as she went upstairs. She was about sixty, but still trim and shapely. She had a pleasant face and a medium bosom. Rick sometimes stole looks at her butt in the store. He thought it was especially nice, for a lady her age.

Mrs. Gaffney came back downstairs in a few minutes. Rick was surprised to see her dressed in a robe. She walked up to Rick and told him, "I have something for you."

She opened the robe to show him her naked body.

"It's yours, Rick. I know what you like. It's something I like too."

Rick felt himself get instantly hard. Mrs. Gaffney might be older, but Rick had always looked up to her. In fact she was something of a mother figure. Rick, of course, had acquired a different view of mothers than before.

It was her full bush that Rick's attention focused on. He only glanced at her, surprisingly nice, tits, or her slight belly. Her bush, her cunt nestled between her slightly parted thighs; nothing else mattered. He slid from the chair onto his knees in front of her. His arms encircled her hips and he pushed his face into her mound. His tongue probed for her pussy and he rubbed his face on the tangle of her pubic hair. He inhaled the musky scent of her pussy, of the juices flowing from her.

Mrs. Gaffney pressed his head into her mound. She smiled and thanked whoever had sent the anonymous note.

"Let's get undressed, Rick." She said softly.

Rick stood and started to unbutton his shirt. He slid it off his shoulders and pulled his tee shirt over his head. Mrs. Gaffney opened his belt buckle and his pants. The pants fell to the floor. He kicked off his shoes then his pants. She left his briefs on him, but she looked at the tent of his hard cock with salacious interest.

She led him to her couch. She kissed him again while standing in front of it. No words were needed. Rick had already shown his desire to eat her when he had fallen to his knees and rubbed his face on her vulva.

She sat and lewdly opened her legs to him. He fell to his knees again and pushed his face into her hot, wet cunt. He used every lesson his mother had taught him. He drank of her juices. Her sucked at her clit. He pushed his tongue deep into her vagina.

Her hands twisted his hair. She pulled him tight against her pussy until he could hardly breathe. Her thighs pressed against his head holding him at her garden.

He gloried in her tastes. In the musky scent of her flowing juices. In the rasp of her pubic hair against his face. In her gasps and moans and her wild cries as one orgasm after another tore through her body.

She could take no more, she pushed his head back. He looked up at her, his face shiny with her juices. She smiled down at him.

"Thank you, Rick. That was wonderful, so very wonderful."

"I'm glad, Mrs. Gaffney."

"Oh, not Mrs. Gaffney to you, My Dear. I'm Cynthia to my lover. You can call me Mrs. Gaffney in public, but never in private."

"OK, Cynthia," he grinned at her. "I'm still glad."

Cynthia laughed. "Let's go to my bedroom, Rick."

In the bedroom Cynthia dropped her robe to the floor. She lay on the bed and Rick laid with her. They kissed. Wet, hot, openmouthed, sloppy, mindless kisses. There was only passion, not thought.

Rick turned and buried his face in Cynthia's wet cunt yet again. His cock was hard and in front of her. She did not hesitate to slide her lips over it. They rolled over so that she was on top. Then again to put him on top. They went back to their sides. That is the way they were when Rick's cum exploded into an orgasming Cynthia. She had been experiencing continuous orgasms. It had been a wonderful experience, so far. It was a long time since she had last had someone eat her cunt. She must make sure that this darling boy didn't get away.

Rick had to leave before long. Cynthia put a dress over her nakedness. She kissed hin hard and told him to get in her car. She drove him home. As he was getting out of the car she put her hand on his thigh. 

"I do hope we can get together again, Rick, she told him in a sultry voice. "There is so much more we can experience, I promise."

"I hope so too, Cynthia," he answered.

Back home she sat at her table with a glass of wine, thinking. Rick had been a wonderful experience. She definitely wanted more of him. Someone had taught him, who? He had always been shy, he still was. But he was starting to exhibit a little more self-confidence.

And who had written the letter? She decided to find out. She didn't know how just yet. Maybe Rick would let something slip.

When Rick got home Edna had dinner almost ready. He sat at the table and told Edna about the events with Mrs. Gaffney.

"Oh, Rick that's wonderful. I told you it would happen." Edna told him happily.

She ran to Rick, sat on his lap and threw her arms around his neck. She covered his face with kisses, once again tasting the juices of the woman whose cunt he had eaten.

"I'm so happy for you," she cried out.

She kissed him again. She pushed her tongue deep into his mouth searching for tastes of his latest lover. She licked his face savoring the taste of a woman cumming. She sensed something in the women's juices. She couldn't decide what it was. Not a taste, or flavor. A trait of the woman maybe? The essence of the woman's being. Her spirit? She didn't know where those thoughts came from. She set them aside. They would become clear in time.

They had dinner and sat in the living room for a couple of hours, Rick studied while she read a magazine.

They went to bed together. Edna checked her pad. There was still a little color, but she was almost ready for her son. She told him that tomorrow would probably be the day. They were both excited at the idea and had trouble getting to sleep.




A Mother's Love in 1949 Ch. 02



Edna woke and got up to prepare Rick's breakfast. He came down to the kitchen just as she was finishing the cooking. She turned to him for a hug and a deep kiss.

Rick felt surprisingly refreshed. He had trouble getting to sleep, but once he did it was a restful night.

It was Sunday and they dressed for church. It wasn't far and it was a nice day so they walked.

They saw Mrs. Gaffney at the service. She made it a point to greet Rick and his mother afterward. Both Rick and Edna thought they had handled things well that they hadn't given anything away to Mrs. Gaffney. They were almost right.

Mrs. Gaffney had sensed something about them. Not for certain, but the aura of the two reinforced her perception. It was still only a sense, but a strong one. Mrs. Gaffney smiled. She liked Rick. Especially after their tryst. She liked his mother too. Maybe she should get to know her better.

They walked home. Edna looked good in her skirt, nylons and heels. She wore a short coat that covered her upper body, but her face looked especially lovely. Her hormones were racing in anticipation of what was to come, and it showed.

As soon as the door closed behind them they were in each other's arms. They separated long enough to take off their coats and even took time to hang them in the closet. Hand in hand they went upstairs to the bedroom.

They were too anxious, on this day at least, to undress each other. They kicked their shoes off and each tore their own clothes off.

Edna was down to her panties when Rick told her to leave them on.

"They're soaked, Baby," she told him. "I've been hot all the way home."

"I Know, Mom, I want to taste them on you."

His words sent a thrill through Edna's body. Her lessons had taken hold.

She lay on the bed and he laid beside her. There was no hesitation. Their kisses were hot and wet from the start. He remembered his lessons. He kissed her neck, her small breasts with her, oh so sensitive, nipples. Kisses on her body, everywhere, anywhere on her lovely slim figure. Her legs parted, inviting him. He slid between them his face at her panty clad pussy.

He inhaled her wonderful fragrance, the pheromones he had been sensing all through the church service. He licked at the wetness on her panties. He rubbed his cheeks against the damp fabric. He relished the fragrant essences of lust and love that flowed from her. He savored the scent of her yearning, the same scent that Mrs. Gaffney had sensed. 

He sucked the juices from the silk of her panties and more flowed from her. He raised his head and knelt. His hands tugged at the waist pulling them down and off. He gazed at her ready pussy, at the erotic delta of her pubic hair. Without thought he went back to his feast.

Edna was pleased when her son went back down on her bare pussy, when she felt his tongue penetrating her and his lips and teeth on her clit. It was not just because of the thrills his ministrations sent through her body. It was also because he had learned what she could teach him about pleasing a woman.

She wrapped him tight with her legs and twisted her hands in his hair until an orgasm roared through her. She pushed his head back then.

"Now, Rick," she moaned. "Fuck me now."

It was the first time Rick had ever heard his mother say fuck. He rose to his knees and moved up beside his her. She reached to the bedside table for a condom. She had to force herself to take the time to put it on him. Her pussy had been empty too long. It needed to be filled. It needed a cock stretching its walls. She rolled the condom onto his hard shaft, then kissed it. She rolled onto her back and pulled him on top of her. He was hesitant, at first, afraid his weight would hurt her.

"Don't worry, I'm not glass," she said as she guided him into her waiting cunt.

He slid into her with gasps of pleasure from both of them.

I'm fucking my mother, Rick thought. I'm really fucking my mother.

Edna felt a great sense of satisfaction. She realized that she had always wanted this. At last,she thought. At last my son's cock is filling me.

Rick came far too soon to bring Edna to another orgasm but she had already cum, when he ate her; and she had expected him to cum quickly.

"Don't worry, Baby," she told her son when he tried to stammer an apology. "That was only the first time. The day has a long way to go. You will satisfy me many times before we're done."

She fondled his cock and kissed it back to hardness. She rode him this time. He was big enough to fill her comfortably. She leaned down to feed him her nipple and to let her clit feel the hardness of his cock. She kissed him with wet, sloppy and mindless kisses. She was cumming strongly when she felt his cock tense and he thrust up into her.

"Oh my God, Oh my God," he repeated over and over.

She lay on top of him with his cock still in her pussy. She hugged him tight and covered his face with kisses. She held him until he softened to the point she couldn't keep him in her.

They dozed off for a short nap. Edna woke first. She got up and went to the kitchen to make them a meal. She was starting to feel hungry.

She made coffee and sat at the table with a cup. She was thinking about recent events when the phone rang. It was Carol.

Edna greeted her. Carol made small talk for a few minutes before she got to the point.

"Could I get Rick to help me again this afternoon? I have some furniture to move." 

Edna giggled. She couldn't help herself.

"I'm sorry, Carol, I have him doing some things for me today." She tried to hide another giggle but was only partially successful.

Carol didn't miss the giggles, nor their significance. She smiled to herself.

"Well if he'll be free some afternoon later in the week I could use his help," Carol said.

"I'm sure he will be. Maybe even Tuesday."

"Thanks, Dear. We should get together for coffee. How about Tuesday or Wednesday morning." Carol told her friend.

"Wednesday would probably be best for me. Your place or mine?" Edna was thinking about being able to taste Carol's juices on her son Tuesday night after he visited Carol.

"I'll come over there," Carol told her.

She woke Rick with hot kisses, but wouldn't let him go further until they'd eaten. He pretended to be upset at the delay, but wasn't really. Their meal was either a late lunch, or an early dinner. It didn't matter to the lovers. 

Over their meal Edna told him that Carol had called.

"She'd like you to help her out Tuesday after school." She explained. "That's okay with me. But don't forget the next day is a school day, and a work day."

Rick was a little torn. On the one hand he wanted to be in his mother's bed. He had only just lost his virginity, and to her. On the other hand all women interested him and his mother had given him special attention the times he had come home from visits to those other ladies.

Edna saw the confusion on Rick's face. She patted his hand.

"Don't worry, Rick, I'm not rejecting you. We'll have a nice time when you get home Tuesday."

Rick's expression relaxed. He knew she wanted what was best for him.

They finished lunch. Rick helped Edna wash and dry the dishes. They touched each other often. They went to the living room to sit on the couch and listen to music. One of the big bands was playing on the radio. Edna asked Rick if he wanted to dance. He protested that he didn't know how. Actually Edna wasn't much of a dancer either, but she could manage a few steps.

"Get up, Baby. I'll teach you." She told Rick

She taught him the few basics that she knew and they danced together, a little clumsily; but close. The program ended about three quarters of an hour later. It was back to the bedroom then. The dancing had stimulated Edna and her excitement had passed over to her son. Rick was already hard when they lay on the bed, naked. Edna's pussy was wet, she was ready, but wanted a little play first.

She spread her legs open for her son and, her hands on his shoulders and head urged him to slide down to her pussy. Rick didn't need much urging. He went to her pussy gladly. To be sure, his mother had taught him how to eat pussy in order to help his love life. But he found he had enjoyed it, enjoyed it immensely. It was a huge thrill for him to feel a woman's orgasm as he lay between her legs eating her cunt, or she sat on his face rubbing her juices over him; cumming in his mouth and on his face.

Now he had enjoyed the thrill of fucking. He found himself strangely torn between which he liked better. Actually the best thing that had happened, so far, were sixty-nines with the ladies. That way he could both thrill the women and be thrilled himself.

So when she twisted her hand in his hair and wrapped her legs over his back he was exhilarated. She held him there a joyful prisoner at her fragrant garden.

When she had been satisfied she tugged at his arm. He laid next to her for her kisses. She tasted her juices on his face. Erotic thoughts flashed through her mind, of the other women's juices she had tasted on him. She smiled, but did not know why. Only that those tastes seemed right.

He was hard from having eaten her pussy and inhaling her aromas. She rolled a condom onto his steely cock and pulled him on top of herself. She guided his dick into her hot cunt and lifted her hips to him.

"Fuck me, Baby, fuck me," she whispered.

It was his third time that day. He lasted a long time. They rolled over and she was on top riding his cock. She came and came again. Her pussy was sore when she felt him cum into the condom. She wished she could feel his hot creamy cum in her pussy, but she could not risk it.

He cried out with passion as he came. He held her on top of him as he softened. They kissed like satisfied lovers and told each other of their love.

She rolled off him. She pulled the condom from his cock and licked the, now limp, dick clean. They rested then and fell asleep in each other's arms.

Monday morning Rick had school. He woke well rested and his mother sent him off with a hot kiss and a promise of hot sex when he got home after work.

At work after school Mrs. Gaffney stopped to talk to him as he worked. She was very pleased to note that he did not do, or say, anything that might raise suspicions. She also chatted with several other employees to avoid bringing attention to Rick.

He hurried home after work and Edna was waiting for him in a full length, ivory colored, satin nightgown. It was her best, and favorite. She seldom wore it except when she wanted to feel feminine, or just to feel good about herself.

He was instantly hard. Before they had even had dinner Rick had her down on the couch and was going down on her. His face buried in the folds of her hot, eager pussy. She sat with her legs splayed and the nightgown bunched around her waist. Her hands on his head urged him on as she experienced a mind blowing orgasm.

He ate dinner hurriedly and went to the shower. Afterward he came to her where she waited in the bedroom. They kissed hotly as he fondled her tits. She pushed the bodice of her nightgown down to bare them for him to suck on. She was hot and as ready, as was he.

She got a condom for him and he rolled onto his back so she could put it on him. Her pussy was sore. The night before had been the first cock inside her since several years before her husband died. Even so, she wanted him inside her pussy again, fucking her. She straddled him and let her wet cunt impale itself on his iron hard shaft. She rode him a little gingerly, but she soon felt the orgasms starting through her body. 

She came strongly, any soreness forgotten in the heat of the moment. She felt the heat of Rick's cum contained by the rubber as he moaned with gratification. As before she wished she could feel his creamy cum in her bare pussy. She imagined it coating the walls of her tunnel as he continued to thrust into her until he had softened too much. She lovingly removed the rubber and licked his cock clean.

Rick was tired afterward. He'd had a long day. After some loving kisses they snuggled close and fell into a restful sleep.



A Mother's Love in 1949 Ch. 03



This is a story of incestuous relationships.

All characters are eighteen years of age or older.

*****

Tuesday afternoon Rick headed to Carol's. He was excited. She met him at the door in a bathrobe that came to mid-thigh. Daring for those days. She also wore nylons, with a lacy garter belt and high heels. Rick had indicated he liked them. There was no bra under the robe. Just her bare tits, with already firm nipples.

Rick's reaction was all she could have hoped for. As they embraced and kissed she felt his hard cock pressing against her mons. The feel of it was enough to send tingles through an already wet pussy.

"Umm. Is that for me?" her tone was sultry.

"Dressing like that makes me want to eat you all day, and night." He told her.

"That's exactly what I want you to do, Honey."

She led him to the couch. She sat and told Rick. "Why don't you get undressed for me, Lover?"

Rick quickly started to disrobe. Carol watched, when he was almost naked she let her robe fall open. Her bare tits and pussy were on display for his already aroused libido. She spread her legs lewdly as he pushed his briefs down his legs. His hard cock was standing straight in front of him. She licked her lips in anticipation.

Rick's gaze was locked on her pussy with its halo of dark hair. He found himself wanting to bury his face in its moist heat. To lick it. To suck it. To drink its aromatic juices. 

When he went to his knees she could no longer see his hard on. Her focus returned to her wet pussy and what she was about to enjoy. He pushed his face into her wet and welcoming cunt. He was soon sucking on her clit with two fingers pushed into her vagina. 

Without knowing what had happened, Rick found her g-spot. Carol didn't know what he had done either. She didn't care. The waves of pure pleasure that overwhelmed her drove all rational thought from her mind. Only the ecstasy remained, the bliss of an all-encompassing orgasm. 

All Rick knew was that there was a little spot in her pussy that felt a little different than the rest of her. A spot that made Carol go wild.

"Oh my God. It's so good, It's sooo good; don't stop." She was almost screaming in her passion.

Carol was at the height of an incredibly intense orgasm when she squirted. Her cum flowed from her cunt. A stream that poured over Rick's fingers. She didn't care what had happened. She was only vaguely aware of anything but the glorious sensations filling every cell of her body.

Rick, inexperienced as he was, didn't know either; but the taste, and the fragrance, of the nectar flowing from her pussy increased his fervor.

He pulled his fingers from her incredibly wet and aromatic pussy. Her liquors streamed from her pussy onto Rick. He opened his mouth and covered her vulva, capturing the cum as it flowed from her; drinking it like a fine wine. His tongue probed her vagina and licked at her clit, wanting more of the savory cum.

When the flow had slowed he rubbed his face on the soft folds of her pussy, and the scratchy tangle of her pubic hair. He smeared her essences over his face. He reveled in the feel and the scents of her cum. He was incredibly hard from the experience. It had been, in a word, astonishing.

Carol collapsed on the couch. Rick sat on the floor near her legs as she recouped a little strength. When she was ready she stood on shaky legs and took Rick to her bedroom. She kissed him hard and tasted herself on his face. She thought she might have pissed and was relieved when the taste was nothing like that.

She wanted to lick more of her cum off his face and chest, but he wouldn't let her. Rick knew his mother would want to do that.

"Thank you so much, Rick," she told him. "That was one of the most incredible experiences of my life."

"It was wonderful for me too," Rick told her. He kissed her warmly, with real affection. He was happy that she had been so completely gratified. They kissed more as he fondled her tits and pussy and she, lovingly, stroked his hard, so hard, cock. She was careful, though. She didn't want him to cum, not yet.

When she was ready Rick straddled her chest and fucked her face. She responded gladly. She welcomed his throbbing cock into her wet mouth. It was so hard, like a rod of iron. But a warm pulsating rod. She had realized on his last visit that she liked a hard cock in her mouth. It had been a new and exciting experience. Her whole body had responded with an overwhelming sense of fulfilment; as if that was where his hard cock belonged. She more than liked. She wanted it, she wanted to suck it until he came. Suck it until he filled her mouth with his hot creamy cum. 

He felt an orgasm building. From the far reaches of his body it rushed to his dick. Gaining strength as it came it charged into his cock; pushing into it with wild exuberance from every cell in his body. His cum exploded into her mouth, filling it so that it overflowed her lips. 

As his cock softened he watched her savor it. She ran her tongue through the thick creamy cum and let his taste and scent imbue her senses. She didn't want to swallow. She wanted to hold it in her mouth, to taste, to savor, to feel. She smiled up at him as she let it slide slowly down her throat.

He leaned down to kiss her with warmth, not heat. He tasted his cum on her lips and tongue. They hugged each other, happy for their mutual fulfillment. 

After they rested, holding each other, it was time for him to leave. He went downstairs to dress. She followed him and waited until he was ready. She did not try to make him stay a little longer. Her orgasm had satiated her. The blow job she had given him reinforced her gratification. She was content.

She kissed Rick goodbye at the door and he left. She went back to her bed and thought about her experience. She knew she would try to repeat it.

Rick didn't feel quite right about rushing off from Carol, but he wanted to get home to Edna.

At home Edna was waiting for her son. It was by coincidence but she too was naked under a robe. In her case the robe was much more modest than Carol's had been.

She heard Rick come in sooner than she expected. She was on the couch, but got up to greet Rick with a kiss and ask him if he was hungry. Her question was forgotten when she sensed Carol's essences on her son. She had to taste them, to savor them, now.

She kissed him with probing tongue. The bouquet was stronger and more intense than the last time. There was heat in it; passion and lust and fulfillment.

"Tell me about it," her voice was low, urgent. "Tell me all of it."

"Let's go upstairs, Mom. I'll tell you in bed. He knew that Edna would enjoy the cum that Carol had anointed him with."

Carol dropped her robe when they got to the bedroom and climbed onto the bed. Rick disrobed and joined her there. Edna kissed him, her mouth open and wet. Her tongue probed; she was delighted with the intense flavors of the other woman.

He described his time with Carol. He told Edna how Carol had squirted and poured her cum over him. About how it had tasted. About how wild Carol had become when he found that little spot in her pussy.

As their talk proceeded Edna would lick at his face, and then his chest. She thrilled when Rick told her about fucking Carol's face. She imagined herself in that position with Rick's body looming over her face as he pumped his cock into her hot and willing mouth.

She fondled Rick's cock as they talked. She licked and kissed him. She was happy that he hadn't cleaned off the fluids that Carol had spewed over him. She rubbed her face on his chest to get closer to the scent, to anoint herself with the bouquet. She didn't know why she did that, only that it seemed right.

She was hot, so hot. She needed his cock, his hard cock standing stiff and tall, waiting for her, waiting to fill her wet pussy. She desperately grabbed a condom and rolled it on him. She mounted him and fucked him until her pussy was screaming with orgasmic pleasure. Until her body was alive with the euphoria of sexual gratification.

Afterward, when he had cum hard with cries of, "Oh my God." Repeated over and over, she pulled the condom off his softening dick and licked it clean.

It was when they were relaxing afterward that Edna realized they hadn't eaten dinner. They went down to the kitchen for the meal she had prepared and left warming in the oven.

While they ate she thought of the tastes Carol had left for her; left on the flesh of her son. There had been perceptions of more than hot woman. True, there had been a sense of total bliss; an enjoyable flavor that served to arouse her. She could almost feel the hard cock in Carol's mouth. Feel her satisfaction as her mouth filled with Rick's cum. Feel the Carol who delighted in what used to be repulsive. She felt Carol's spirit in the cum and juices she had left on her son. She felt more. A sense of rightness. A rightness the included Rick, herself and Carol. There were other, shadowy presences. At least two. One seemed to be Mrs. Gaffney. The other presence was more nebulous, she didn't know who it might be.

She didn't understand what was happening. What were these feelings, these sensations that she received from the juices of other women? No, not just juices; essences. She had to taste more; maybe then she would know.

Edna was not a strong believer in mysticism or mind power. Heavenly intervention, perhaps; but this didn't seem to involve that. She put her thoughts aside. Maybe she'd learn in due time.

Back in the bedroom she tasted more of Carol's essences on Rick's flesh, but she didn't learn anything new. Both fell asleep; relaxed and sexually contented.

In the morning they showered together. They washed each other playfully giving special attention to each other's genitals, and Edna's breasts. She saw him off to school and told him she'd see him after work. She admonished him again not to neglect his studies.

"I know that exciting things have been happening to you, Rick, but you still have to graduate and go to college, so don't slack off."

*******

Once Rick was on his way Edna dressed for Carol's visit.

Carol rang the doorbell about ten o'clock. Edna answered and they hugged. They went to the kitchen for their coffee. That is where they usually visited. It was totally informal and relaxed.

They made small talk for a few minutes. Then Carol took a deep breath.

"Edna," she began hesitantly. "I've figured out that you maneuvered me into making love with Rick. I just don't know why."

"Oh," Edna wasn't surprised at Carol's statement, but she wanted to appear like she was. "I want what is best for Rick. He hasn't been very successful with the girls at school; I thought an older woman might help him over his shyness."

"You've been making love with him too, Edna. I'm sure of it."

Edna hesitated before she responded. "Yes, I have. I taught him how to please women. I wanted women to come to him, to pursue him. I thought it would help cure his bashful ways."

"I figured most of that out, but not your motives, Edna," Carol spoke pensively. "I understand now. I can't blame you for making love with him. He is really a very nice young man.

"What I wonder about," Carol continued. "Is whether you will let him continue to visit me?"

"Oh yes, Carol," Edna told her. "You're my friend."

"I'm glad to hear that," Carol said. She felt relieved. After the previous afternoon when she had cum so strongly, and with such an intense rush of juices, she wanted more.

"I assume it was you who set him up with Mrs. Gaffney," Edna said.

"Yes, it was me. I did it with an anonymous letter. I'm glad to hear that it worked."

"It worked very well, Carol. Mrs. Gaffney seems quite taken with him. She made it a point to talk to us after church services Sunday."

"That's interesting, do you wonder if he might be stretching himself too far."

"I'm starting to," Edna replied. "My first idea was that he would have women beating a path to his door. I have changed my mind about that. I don't want him to be a stud. I want him to have a few quality affairs."

"I'll try my best to be top quality, Dear," Carol said. Both women laughed.

"I guess I will too," Edna said.

The ladies had planned to shop, but the conversation was engrossing for both. Their talk continued and became more interesting when Carol made a small confession.

"I've never been made love to like that before," she said. "Eating pussy, I think men call it. An apt, if crude, term. At any rate I found myself loving it. I couldn't help but wonder if I would like a woman making love to me that way."

"I think you had a very special day yesterday, with Rick. Didn't you?" Edna asked.

"Very special. I had heard talk that some women produce large amounts of fluid that squirts from their vagina when they climax. I never believed it, though. Not until it happened to me. It was the most intense climax I have ever experienced.

"In fact I hardly ever climaxed with my husband." She continued. He's the only real experience I've had.

"I thought I'd peed, but it wasn't that. I think I came like those stories I'd heard. It was so wonderful, I was in heaven all night."

"I tasted you on Rick," Edna confessed. "I found it interesting. Maybe intriguing would be a better word."

"Intriguing?" Carol asked.

"Yes, sometimes I wonder things too." Edna blushed slightly.

Carol noticed the blush. "Oh," was all she said.

The subject changed, perhaps they would revisit it later, but both women wanted to avoid potentially embarrassing subjects for the moment.

Lunch time was approaching and they decided to go to a restaurant. The conversation continued, but in a somewhat disjointed manner. They would discuss ordinary subjects and then a question, or comment, about Rick or themselves would pop into the conversation.

Carol asked as they drove to the restaurant. "Why did you say you found my taste intriguing?"

"I'm not sure. Rick told me about your climax and it excited me. I have to admit to tasting you on him."

Edna and Carol had sometimes discussed sex in the past. They were quite open and honest with each other. A problem for both of them was the fact that it was too easy to get pregnant.

Over time Edna had told Carol, in bits and pieces, about her sex life during her marriage. About how her older husband had pleasured her by eating her pussy when he couldn't stay hard long enough to satisfy her. She had told Carol how she had given her husband blow jobs so he would keep eating her. She had described the joy both felt when they mutually sucked each other. She even told Carol how she had first swallowed his cum and had come to enjoy it.

Carol, in turn, had told how she had once, drunk and in a fit of extreme horniness, given a strange man she met at a bar a hand job in his car. She thought she would get at least finger fucked in return, but he had brought her almost to an orgasm when he shot his load. He lost interest in her then, told her to get lost and drove off. She went home that night, finger fucked herself and used a cucumber as a dildo. She quit the bar scene after that,

Her biggest secret, one she had divulged only after a promise of secrecy from Edna, was the time she and her daughter, Lucille, came close to an incestuous lesbian encounter. They had avoided it and Lucille had moved into her own place soon after. They still got along well, and often visited each other, but there was a slight feeling of wariness between them. Their hugs weren't as tight any more. Their kisses, when greeting or parting, usually missed the other's face and hit the air nearby.

So both women knew a lot about the other. They had imparted their innermost secrets. They talked as one can only to the closest of friends. They had developed, over time, the ability to hold frank conversations and the mutual trust such frankness implies. 

When they were pulling into the restaurant parking lot Edna burst out. "It couldn't have been anyone but you, Carol. I couldn't trust anyone else with my... with our, Rick's and mine, secret."

Carol interpreted Edna's rather disjointed sentence. "I'll never tell, Edna."

They had arrived before the business crowd showed up. A generous tip got them a table in a corner and a little away from others.

After they ordered Carol bought up something on her mind. "Besides Mrs. Gaffney there was another woman I was going to tell. But I haven't yet. I wanted to know what Rick would think, and you too, I guess."

She didn't say anything more. She appeared deep in thought.

"Are you going to tell me, or do I have to beat it out of you?" Edna said laughing.

"I'm sorry," Carol told her as she shook herself back to reality. "I was thinking about Lucy. Could I tell her about Rick?"

Carol's daughter, Lucille, was called Lucy by almost everyone. She was not an especially pretty girl. She had a firm body, but her tits were small, about the size of large oranges. Her face was not at all pretty. Her brown hair was straight and nondescript. She wasn't ugly either. Probably the adjective 'plain' fit her well. She didn't have many dates and those she got were guys who thought she would be an easy lay. She had gotten a bit slutty in her last year of high school, but she had almost quit men when she figured out what was happening. Her reputation hung on, though, it still caused difficulties in her love life. Fortunately she avoided pregnancy. Even more important, none of the boys she made love with had ever given her an orgasm. Her only orgasmic thrills were from masturbation or once from another girl.

Although she had a fabulous climax with the girl she was not tempted to have a repeat. She was not attracted to other women. It was that simple. There was one exception, a big one, her mother.

Edna didn't have to think long. "I don't know why not. Tell her to try. She's a few years older than Rick, but she has as good a chance as anyone. We can make sure they have the opportunity."

A little later Carol asked. "Did Rick tell you that we found a little spot up inside me that sent me into fits of screaming ecstasy?"

"Yes, he did," Edna replied. "I wonder if I have a spot like that. A couple of times I thought there might be something there. How did you find it?"

"By accident. He just happened to hit on it. He said it felt different."

"I wonder if I have a spot like that." Edna mused.

The business crowd started to come into the restaurant. The women paid their tab and left.

They were pretty quiet on the way back to Edna's house. Then Carol swallowed hard and looked over at her friend.

"I can't tell you how to find the spot, but I might be able to show you." She said.

"Would you?" Edna said. "That would be nice of you."

"Let's go to my house," Carol said. She turned at the next corner to take them to her home.

In what was, perhaps, a Freudian slip neither woman made note of the fact that Rick could show Edna the spot.

At Carol's house she led Edna upstairs to the bedroom.

"Let's get our panties off and lie down." Carol said.

Edna slid hers from under her dress. She kicked her shoes off and lay on her back. Carol laid next to her, also without panties.

"I'll try to find it for you," she told Edna.

Edna thought she was in the bed where Rick had made love to Carol. It made her heart flutter a little. She could not have told you why. She tried to sense Rick's scent, and Carol's; while she made love with him. She seemed to sense them, but it was indistinct. Maybe the bed had been changed. Or maybe the bedspread was covering the scent she searched for. It didn't matter. The fact that Rick had been here, in this bed, with the woman that was now with her was enough to arouse her.

This was something new for both women. They were a bit shy about what they were doing, but both overcame it. It was not a sense of lust that enabled them to be so intimate with each other. Not yet, at least; not consciously. Rather it was a sense of friend helping friend. Left unsaid was the definite prospect that fingering a woman's g-spot would lead to heightened arousal and even orgasm.




A Mother's Love in 1949 Ch. 03



Carol pushed a finger into Edna's pussy. She was surprised to find it wet. Carol knew, vaguely what she was looking for. Rick had described it as a soft, spongy spot. With luck she found it quickly.

Edna gasped as Carol rubbed at her g-spot. She orgasmed quickly. In the excitement of cumming she pulled Carol to her and kissed her hotly on the lips. Carol was surprised, at first, but returned the kiss. Their tongues dueled as Carol continued to rub Edna's spot.

Edna was about to faint when she broke the kiss and pushed Carol's hand away. She looked at her friend, her eyes big.

"Oh my God." She moaned

"Let me do it to you," she told Carol.

"Let's do it to each other," Carol responded.

They turned about as if in a sixty-nine position. They both pulled their dresses up to their waists. Together they pushed a finger, then two into the other's pussy. Juices were soon flowing and the scent of hot women filled the air. Gasps of joy resonated as they both came on the other's fingers.

Carol's scent overcame Edna. It was too familiar, it reminded her too much of licking juices from her son's naked body. She took the orgasming Carol's clit between her lips and sucked.

Carol, cumming as she was, did not even think about refusing Edna's attention. She pulled her fingers from Edna's cunt and covered her vulva with her mouth. She licked at the soft red tissue inside the pussy lips and sucked up the nectar flowing from her friend's hot pussy.

The women ate each other. They licked each other's juices and sucked their clits. They brought each other to splendid orgasms. They sucked and licked until neither could take any more. They laid with their heads on the other's thigh as they recovered a little strength.

Carol's hand caressed Edna's head. "That was so good," she said softly. "I never thought we'd do that."

"I never thought so either," Edna spoke just as softly. "But I always had a vague feeling that may have been 'wanting to'."

Carol laughed. "Yes, 'wanting to' describes it perfectly."

They hugged and kissed and got up from the bed. They found their panties and sat on the bed to put them on.

"I'll make coffee," Carol said.

They went to the kitchen Carol got the coffee started and they sat at the table waiting for it to finish. Neither woman said anything until Carol had poured and they had taken a sip or two.

Edna spoke first. "I guess the big question is where do we go from here?"

"I guess it is," Responded Carol. "Or maybe, what do we want?"

They both laughed. They were relaxed from multiple orgasms and felt at ease with each other.

"Oh, I'm quite certain we'll do it again, Dear," Carol said. "Next time with a little more forethought."

"That's very likely," Edna agreed.

They sat quietly for a minute, each with her own thoughts.

Carol asked. "Are you going to tell Rick?"

"I hadn't thought about it, but probably not. It wouldn't help him." Edna continued. "Are you going to try to patch things up with Lucy, now that you've tried it?"

Carol smiled. "I hadn't thought of it either. It might be a good time to do just that, but I'd still like her to get together with Rick. She needs a man."

It was midafternoon, Carol smiled. "It's early. Shall we do it again?"

Edna smiled back. "Why not, we can use the practice."

They stripped this time. They laid on the bed with their faces at the other's pussy. There was no hesitation. They ate and sucked each other and brought each other to screaming orgasms. The screams muffled by the folds of hot pussy. They stopped by mutual consent and lay panting together. They recouped enough to dress. Carol made fresh coffee and they relaxed together at the table.

Carol drove Edna home. She came into the house to exchange a kiss and a hard hug. She left after another kiss.

Edna sat thinking. She had not planned any of what had occurred, but she did not regret any of it and looked forward to more. She ran her tongue over her lips tasting Carol's essences, and traces of her own. Once again it tasted right.

Carol arrived home and sat in her living room having thoughts of her own. There was her daughter Lucy to consider, to wonder about. It was time to do something. She didn't that night, though.

*****

Rick came home from work and Edna was waiting for him with his dinner. He ate, showered and joined her in the bedroom. He was already half hard. Their kisses were hot, their tongues danced. He had been thinking of her all day. Between her splayed thighs he licked and sucked at her fragrant cunt. Even more fragrant today, he noticed. She had been well satisfied by her afternoon with Carol. His mouth on her cunt, though, felt different than Carol's. It aroused her all over again. His fingers in her vagina brought her to an orgasm and she knew she had to have his cock filling her empty pussy.

She rolled a condom onto his hard dick and guided him into her hot, wet pussy. He fucked her hard, thrusting his shaft deep into her. He stretched the walls of her pussy and brought her to several beautiful orgasms. She felt his cum surge from him, contained by the rubber. She could feel its heat. She wished she could feel its creamy slickness. She could taste it, though. When he had softened she pulled the condom from his, now flaccid cock and licked the cum from him. She felt like her day was complete then. She stroked his body and petted him afterward until he fell asleep. She smiled. He needed his rest.

Edna and Carol talked Wednesday, but they didn't get together again, not yet. Carol was nervous about talking to her daughter. Edna encouraged her to follow through. 

She had told Rick that Lucy might want to get together with him. He objected, at first. She really wasn't very pretty he told his mother.

Edna got upset with him when he said that.

"I think you'd better rethink that remark, Rick," she was scolding him. "Looks have nothing to do with how good the sex is, or even more, with how good a woman is. You want someone who will stand by you in a long term relationship. Not someone who will be gone at the first sign of trouble."

Rick looked at her. "Why are you saying long term?"

"Because, Rick, sooner or later there will be a girl you want to marry. You must be sure it is the right one. If it isn't you will be stuck for life. And looks are the last thing you should base your choice on." (Remember divorce was rare in those days.)

I'll tell Carol. Sunday afternoon might be good. Or maybe she'll want to wait a week or so."

"No, Mom," Rick sounded adamant. "I don't want an arranged date. If she is interested she can let me know."

"I think you're right, Rick," his mother responded after a moment's thought. She was pleased at this sign of maturity in her son. "I'll tell Carol that. Of course if you run into Lucy you can make it easy for her, or even ask her for a date."

"I can do that, Mom"

Thursday Carol had screwed up her nerve and called her daughter. She invited her to visit Saturday. Lucy accepted the invitation, although she wondered why her mom had called. Actually Lucy was as anxious as her mother to restore the closeness that had once been between them.

Lucy recalled what had caused the fraying of their closeness. She had gone through her slutty period. She had her cunt eaten by another girl and had her best, ever, climax. Those she brought on herself seemed to lack something. But she was not attracted to other women; except for her mother, that is. The closeness that had always been between them had probably magnified the attraction.

Although Lucy didn't, out and out, try to seduce her mother she did make it plain that she would be happy to make love with her and that she wanted very much to do so. Carol had refused her advances with as much tact as she could muster.

The incident had caused a strain in their relationship. Lucy had moved to an apartment, so they wouldn't constantly be embarrassing each other. Their relationship survived in its strained state only because both women wanted it to. There was still love between mother and daughter, but they couldn't talk like they'd used to.

Saturday arrived. Rick went to work. He was assigned the job of straightening up part of the storeroom. Mrs. Gaffney made a walkthrough of the store about midmorning. It was her regular routine. She checked the storeroom when she was sure no one but Rick was in there. She told him that her back gate would be open for him if he could visit. Perhaps Sunday afternoon? Rick smiled and nodded.

Lucy dressed carefully for her visit with her Mom. She didn't quite know why she should. An impulse, perhaps? Or, maybe, just because she wanted to feel feminine.

She wore a pretty print dress, of modest length. She considered wearing a girdle. (Most women did in those days, when dressed up.) She decided that she didn't need it and wore a garter belt instead. She put on panties over the belt and drew on nylons. She wore moderate heels. After carefully applying makeup she checked herself in the mirror. She thought she looked as good as she could. Which in her opinion wasn't that great. Lucy had low self-esteem in that area. At midmorning she drove to her mother's. Carol greeted her at the door with a hug and a quick kiss on the lips. It was brief, but it was the first real kiss between them in a long time. Since the incident, as Lucy thought of it.

Carol was dressed somewhat like Lucy was. A nice dress, nylons and moderate heels. She didn't wear a girdle either. Like Lucy she attached her nylons to a garter belt.

They sat at the kitchen table and Carol poured coffee. The talk was chatty and friendly. Lucy had the feeling that Carol had something on her mind. She tried to be patient until her mother was ready to bring it up.

Carol didn't beat around the bush too long.

"Honey, am I right in thinking your love life is pretty lousy?" Carol asked.

"Mom, my love life is practically nonexistent. You aren't going to play matchmaker, are you?"

Lucy's tone was light, friendly. She really didn't mind if her mother played matchmaker. She didn't do it often, and it might just result in a nice night out.

"Well not in the usual matchmaker style anyway," Carol answered. She smiled too.

"It's a rather delicate subject," Carol continued hesitantly.

"You've got me curious now, Mom."

"Well, you know Edna's son Rick? He.., I heard he...Well I heard he will use his mouth on women. Down there," she finished in a rush.

In those years mothers didn't tell their daughters things like that. Well, not most mothers.

"That's interesting and surprising news, Mom. How do you know it's true?"

Carol blushed a deep red. "I just heard from someone," she stammered. This wasn't going as well as she had hoped it would.

Carol's blush gave Lucy the answer. She smiled.

"Why are you telling me?" Lucy asked.

"Well because," more stammering from Carol, but she got to the point after several false starts. "It's because I wondered if you might be interested in getting with him, to do it to you. That's why."

Lucy looked at her mother, she was surprised by what her mother had told her. She didn't want to put her mother on the spot, but she was curious.

"Mom," she said gently. "You've tried it, haven't you?"

Carol could only nod. And mumble "Yes."

"And you want me to try it too?"

Carol could only nod again.

"Mom, wouldn't I be competing with you?"

"No, Honey," Carol got her voice back. "You wouldn't. And you might like it."

"I probably would like it, Mom. Is this a peace offering? If so, why? I'm the one that should be doing that."

"I just thought you'd like to see how it is with a man." Carol told her daughter.

"I would, but Rick is pretty young."

"He's eighteen."

"Is there more, Mom? I think there is."

Carol looked at her daughter like a deer in the headlights. Then without forethought told her everything, but not who.

"Oh, Baby, I made love with a woman. I don't know why, but we both liked it and did it again."

Carol was sobbing. Lucy moved to sit next to her mother and put her arm around her.

"It's not the end of the world, Mom."

"Oh Lucy. Don't you understand? It could have been you."

"Oh Mom. Do you mean it?"

"Yes, Baby," Carol said through her sobs. "I really mean it."

Lucy stood and urged her mother to her feet. She led her to the couch. They sat together and fell into a close embrace.

Carol was still sobbing. Lucy kissed her face. And made soothing sounds. She repeated the kisses, many times. As Carol's sobs began to wane Lucy kissed her on the lips.

Carol's lips parted and she returned the kiss fervently.

There was no doubt in either woman's mind where this was going. Carol leaned back to look at her daughter, her face was tear streaked.

"I'm ready now, if you still want me." she told her daughter.

"Oh, Mom, I want you more than ever, I want to love you."

They went to the bedroom holding hands. Their dresses soon dropped to the floor for them to step out of. Since neither woman was wearing a girdle it was only a matter of opening the clasps of their bras and pushing their panties off. Lucy started to remove her nylons.

"Let's leave them on, Lucy. They look so sexy." Carol told her. She remembered what Rick had said when she had started to take hers off.

"I think they feel sexy too," Lucy responded. "At least they've always made me feel that way."

They laid on the bed in a tight embrace. The soft kisses they started with soon became passionate, hot and wet. Carol took her daughter's tit in her mouth and Lucy gasped at the sensation.

Carol kissed her way down Lucy's body. She had made a decision and wanted to follow through before anything might change her mind. Lucy's legs parted for her as Carols fingers danced over her vulva. She gasped again when her mother's finger slipped between the lips of her pussy. It had been so long since anyone but herself had played in her cunt.

Lucy was wet and flowing. Carol moved between her legs and covered Lucy's cunt with her mouth. Her tongue worked as she licked at the red, wet and very sensitive inner lips. She licked at her daughter's juices and sucked at her clit.

"Mom," she heard. "Mom turn around. Bring it to me. I want it too."

Carol didn't hesitate. She never took her mouth from Lucy's pussy, but she swung her body around so that Lucy could reach her hot pussy with her mouth. Lucy had never eaten pussy before. She had experienced it and had masturbated many times. She decided that what felt good to her when she played with herself would probably feel good to her mother if she did it to her.

It seemed to work. Carol came first and Lucy followed quickly. The thrill of feeling her mother cum on her face brought on her own orgasm. The room was redolent with the scent of hot women. The sounds of lovemaking filled the air. Gasps, moans, muffled cries of "Don't stop."

For Lucy the scent and taste of her mother's pussy was seductive. The first ever pussy that she had ever tasted she found to be beautifully aromatic and savory. The feel of Carol's slick juices on her tongue and lips was so sensuous that she wanted to rub her face in them. The shudders of her mother cumming and hands twisting in her hair made her body shiver with delight. Her orgasms seemed to invade her whole body sending waves of bliss through her.

Carol buried her face in Lucy's pussy with a strange feeling of liberation. Liberation from the near estrangement from her daughter. She wanted to please her. To make her feel beautiful and wanted. She knew the pleasures of making love with another woman. Knew the even greater exhilaration of doing it again.

Even as she wished to please her daughter she felt an orgasm building in her body. It tore through her and wracked her body with the pure pleasure that such intense climaxes bring.

They made love for a long time, they had much to make up for; both of them. They took a break and after a rest had a light lunch. They were back in bed after lunch. They made love again. It was more loving this time, not as frantic. They both had beautiful and fulfilling climaxes. 

Later, rather than sixty-nine, they each ate the other's pussy. Lying between thighs that pressed against their faces with the sensuous feel of nylon hose. They brought each other to beautiful and satisfying orgasms. Both thought it gratifying to be held by the other, with nylon clad legs and hands urging them closer; in many ways that was the best.

They almost missed dinner when Carol showed Lucy her g-spot. Lucy, of course had to find Carol's in return. They forgot everything in a series of wild orgasms. Eventually they came down to earth long enough to have a sandwich together. Carol poured them some of her good wine, the kind she saved for company or special occasions.

Lucy spent the night and didn't leave until very early Monday morning. She had to go to work and needed to go home and change. They had made love many times. Both were happy with their restored mother-daughter love. The women kissed when Lucy was leaving and told each other of their love. Both knew they were only at the beginning of a new relationship between them.



A Mother's Love in 1949 Ch. 04



This is a story of incestuous relationships.

All characters are eighteen years of age or older.

This is a continuing story, you may want to read the earlier chapters for background.

*****

Saturday evening, after work, Rick told Edna about the tryst Mrs. Gaffney had set up for Sunday afternoon.

"That's great, Rick," Edna told him. "I'm very happy that she wants to see you again. It's a good day for a visit with her, too; Carol and Lucy are busy all weekend." 

Carol had called Edna to tell her she was patching things up with Lucy. She thought that setting Lucy up with Rick should wait a while.

Sunday, after church services, Mrs. Gaffney made it a point to once again greet Rick and his mother. She was very friendly to Edna and complimented her for having such a fine son.

Edna sent Rick off after he had his lunch. He walked to Mrs. Gaffney's. Cynthia, now. He stepped through the back gate. It was secluded so it was unlikely anyone saw him. He tapped on the back door; Cynthia opened it clad in a very sheer negligee. When she had closed the door behind him she turned with open arms. Before he stepped into her embrace he looked at her. The shadows of her areolas and her nest of pubic hair were visible through the diaphanous fabric. Her legs were nylon clad with high heels on her feet. An enticing sight to Rick's young libido.

He let her hug him then and returned the embrace. She turned her face up to him and he bent his head to kiss her. It was a soft kiss, warm. Rick had learned from his mother. Start slow and soft.

"We have all afternoon and, I hope, a good part of the evening, Rick," Cynthia told him.

She led him to her bedroom. She had already prepared for his visit. Dark drapes were drawn. There was enough dim light to see, she had tried to make it just right.

She undressed him down to his briefs. She sat on the edge of the bed with him in front of her. She smiled as she rubbed the bulge of his hard cock. She pushed the waist band over his dick and let the briefs slide to the floor.

Cynthia leaned forward to kiss his cock standing hard and erect in front of him. "He is so nice," she murmured. "Such a nice size."

She opened the sash of her negligee and exposed her tits and pussy. She spread her legs lewdly as an invitation. An invitation that Rick could not resist; did not want to resist. He fell to his knees between the parted thighs. His entire focus on her hot, wet cunt. 

Her pussy lips were glistening with the dewy drops of her juices. They were puffy with desire and gapping enough to show the red of her inner pussy. Her hands on his head pushed him to her heat. He went willingly. His tongue flicking at her labia and tasting her juices. Her heels on his back, her nylons rubbing against his face and her hands twisted in his hair; all aroused him even further. His cock was hard and throbbing as he lapped up her nectar and sucked at her clit.

He ate her until she was cumming almost constantly. He ate her expertly as he had been taught. She gasped out her pleasure and reveled in the thrills he was giving her. Her cum flowed onto his face and even his chest. He, like the woman whose cunt he ate, was in his own heaven. Nothing mattered, nothing but the pussy he ate and the wonderful orgasms she was experiencing.

Cynthia had to rest afterward. He laid beside her and she told him how wonderful he had made her feel. She stroked his cock as she talked. Stroked him softly and slowly she didn't want him to cum, not yet.

Cynthia regained her strength and found herself torn between two desires. Her mouth hungered for his cock, as did her pussy. She wished it could be both places. She knew the answer, though. She knelt beside him and leaned over to take his cock between her lips. It was his turn to gasp with pleasure.

As she sucked him she pushed her hand between his legs and fondled his balls. She knew she didn't have much time to do what she wanted. What she had prepared herself for. He was young, horny and close to cumming. 

She let her fingers dance over the crack of his ass, and slid her finger into him, pushing it through the pucker of his anus. He gasped with surprise but did not object. In fact it was a somewhat pleasant feeling. He lifted his hips to her. To her sucking lips. To her probing finger.

She found his prostrate and rubbed at it with the skill learned from past experience. His gasp was like a cry of pleasure. She was enjoying this, his response excited her. When he came it was like an explosion. His cum gushed into her mouth and overflowed her lips. He was repeating over and over. "Oh my God. Oh my God."

She milked his cock with her lips and withdrew her finger from his ass. She kissed him with her mouth full of his cum and shared it with him. She drew back to look at him. He smiled up at her. He opened his mouth to show her the creamy cum she had given him, he smiled again. She laughed happily.

She had left soapy cloths, in a dish, and alcohol on the bedside table. She cleaned the finger she had put in his ass. She recalled the anticipation she had felt when she had trimmed her fingernail extra short before he arrived. She would teach him more today.

She turned back to Rick and kissed him again. "Did you like that?" She asked.

"Oh my God yes," he replied.

"Good. I'll want you to do the same to me sometimes. I'll show you how and when."

"Okay, Cynthia, Will it make you feel as good as you did me?"

"Probably," she answered. "Yes, definitely."

They rested together. Both dozed off, but not for long. Cynthia woke snuggled up to Rick with her hand resting near his cock. She sensed that it was half hard.

I feel like a young girl. she thought.This young man is doing wonderful things for me. And to me. She smiled and snuggled closer. Her hand started fondling Rick's cock.

Rick's eyes opened and he looked at her.

"Let's fuck," she whispered. "But make me nice and wet first."

Her words were enough to completely arouse Rick. He slid down to her pussy and sucked her clit between his lips. He had something to show her, maybe, if it worked.

He pushed his finger into her pussy feeling for the tiny spot of flesh he had found in Carol's pussy. It didn't take long. When he rubbed it Cynthia shrieked with pleasure and bucked her hips up into his face.

"Ooh," he heard. "Don't stop." Such words were honey to his ears. They drove him to ever higher planes of arousal.

She was soon cumming almost constantly. Screaming out her joy as waves of pure bliss ripped through her body.

Even after she gasped out "Please stop," he continued. She weakly pushed his head back from her clit and he withdrew his finger.

Her body was weak. She was totally satiated, replete.

"I have never felt anything like that." she said weakly.

Rick too was content. Still horny? Yes. Still hard? Yes. But he had learned to enjoy the feeling of a hot woman cumming on his face. He had come to truly enjoy eating pussy.

He would cum soon, he knew it. She would make it happen.

Cynthia took a while to recover.

"What did you do to me, Rick?"

"It's a secret spot I discovered," Rick said with a smile.

"I always suspected there was something like that. Sometimes my husband would hit it and it would send flashes of pure pleasure through me. But we could never do it consistently."

"I loved it, but I'm not sure if I'd want it every time, or not." Cynthia mused. "The pleasure is so overwhelming that it makes everything else seem tame. There are many pleasures to be had. We should enjoy them all."

"OK, Cynthia, I'll only do it when you want me to."

"I am already thinking of how and when, so we can both enjoy it." Cynthia told him.

Cynthia pulled his head to her tit. She held him like a suckling child as he sucked her tit and played with her pussy keeping her wet.

She pulled him on top of her between her splayed legs and guided his cock into her hot, wet cunt. Her legs looped over his and her arms held him tight.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard," she whispered hoarsely.

She lifted her hips to him so he could fuck her deeper. She cried out in ecstasy as his cock thrust into her eager cunt.

She came and came again. She had made him cum earlier. Now he would last for her; thrust his hard cock into her, fill her empty belly longer and bring her to more glorious orgasms.

Even as she was riding the crest of a wave of orgasmic pleasure she felt him rising to join her. His hot, creamy seed poured into her; filling her cunt. 

He cried out in his passion. "Oh, Mom," he never realized he'd said it. But Cynthia heard.

She held him tight and covered his face with kisses; not releasing him until he had softened to the point he couldn't stay inside her.

She kissed him with open mouth and released him to roll off her. He laid beside her.

"That was so good," he told her. "So good."

"It was," she agreed.

She had much more planned for the afternoon, but she had been so well satisfied already that she didn't know how much more she could take. She thought they should rest a while, a short while. Rick was ready for a rest too. Fucking without a rubber had given him a great orgasm. He felt totally relaxed.

They snuggled together. Cynthia with thoughts of his beautiful cock. He with memories of her delicious scents and tastes.

They woke and talked for a little while. Rick asked Cynthia why she hadn't made him wear a rubber. She laughed.

"I'm well past child bearing age," she explained. "But luckily I still enjoy sex. A lot of women don't at my age."

"It's nice for me, that you still enjoy it," Rick smiled.

The conversation turned to Rick. Cynthia asked him about his plans for the future. He told her of his hopes for a couple of years of college. The state university had a two year agricultural program. After that he hoped to take over the farm they still owned. They had been renting it since his father's death.

"I'll be working for the farmer who has been renting the land for the next two summers," he told her.

"So you'll be quitting your job come summertime?"

"Yes, after I graduate, but that would be time to quit it anyway, wouldn't it?"

"Yes, unless you intend to spend your life as a grocery clerk. You're better than that.

"I hope you won't quit me," Cynthia told him, flirting a little.

"I was hoping you wouldn't quit me," he echoed and leaned over to kiss her.

It started out as a soft touch to her lips, but Cynthia put her hand behind his head and drew him in for a longer kiss.

They necked for a while then the conversation resumed.

"I'll be home for vacations," Rick told her.

"That will be nice, Rick. I hope you'll see me then."

The talk got back to the farm. Rick told her that there was a house on the land. It was sound, but needed some fixing up and had to be wired for electricity. (Many rural areas of the country did not have electricity until after WWII. Often until the 1950s.) Rick would have to buy machinery too. He hoped he could get the bank to loan him the money.

Cynthia asked him if he was getting hungry. He told her he was starting to. They got up. She put on her negligee and found him a robe of her husband's that she had in a closet. It was only a little too big.

She made him a sandwich and asked if he'd like a glass of wine. He did drink some at home on occasion so he said yes. She poured for them and they had their dinner at the kitchen table.

She asked him more about his plans for the future. If he planned to marry.

"That might be nice," he told her. "But I owe my mother, and it is really half her farm. I need to make sure she is cared for first."

"That's a nice attitude," Cynthia told him. "I think you'll find room for a wife if you want one."

"I may not need one," Rick said.

Cynthia noted his words. It could have been another slip on his part. She let the subject drop. She didn't want to embarrass Rick by coming too close to his secrets.

They went back to the bedroom. The room was redolent with the scent of sex. Both of them found the aroma to be arousing. They were ready to make love again. Relaxed and rested; their libidos were recharged.

Cynthia knew what she wanted. They fondled each other. Rick's finger in Cynthia's pussy getting her juices running and rubbing her clit sensuously. His mouth on her tit sucked and nibbled her hard nipple.

She stroked his cock and balls, bringing him rapidly to rigid hardness.

Cynthia pushed him onto his back. She straddled his chest and lifted her pussy over his face.

"Make me nice and juicy," her voice was husky with desire. "I want something special, and it will be nice for you too."

Rick didn't need any urging to eat her pussy. It was something he wanted.

She came once before she lifted herself from his face and moved back to impale her cunt on his hard cock.

She sighed as his shaft slid into her welcoming pussy. She knelt upright over him, his cock balls deep inside her. She took his hand and led it to her pussy. She took his fingers and rubbed them in the juices flowing from her. She wanted them slick with her juices.

She leaned forward feeding him her tit and positioning her clit so it rubbed delightfully against his steely hardness.

They kissed, he sucked her tit. Neither knew which they liked best. She took his hand and put it on her ass.

"Play with me there," her voice sultry, wanting.

He did as she had done. His fingers danced in the crack of her ass. He pressed a finger against the pucker of her anus. It slid into her and he paused.

"More," she said. He slid it further into her ass. He could feel himself as she rode his cock.

She moaned. "Fuck me, Rick."

Her words were a stimulus to both of them. They were kissing with wide open, wet mouths. 

Cynthia broke the kiss long enough to tell Rick. "Another finger. Put another in me."

Her tits pressed into his chest as she felt the fullness in her ass. The comfortable, and erotic feeling as he slid another finger into her beside the first. She kissed him again. Wet, sloppy, mindless kisses. Their mouths wide as if to devour the other. She felt so marvelous as orgasms chased each other through her body. She rose to a glorious crest and for a time it was as if she would stay there forever.

Both of them mouthed inarticulate phrases against the other's lips. Both were at a height of sexual enjoyment seldom reached. The world did not exist for them only the other; only the flesh pressing against their own.

She knew he was cumming, she sensed it. He had fucked her long and well. He had filled her body. He had sent orgasms, great mighty surges of pure pleasure, surging through her. She felt joy as his cum; his hot, thick cum, gushed into her welcoming cunt. She lay on top of him squeezing her pussy on his cock. He thrust again, and again as she continued to milk him with the muscles of her pussy.

She lay on top of him, she wasn't done. Not quite yet. She needed to recover just a little. She put her hand on his that was at her ass.

"Keep them there," she said softly in his ear. "For just a little while."

After several minutes her panting became deep breaths. She was ready.

His cock was softening in her pussy. She pulled her body forward and he fell out of her. She knelt up straight. She slid her body over his. His cum, blended with the juices of her lust, leaked from her pussy onto his flesh. She smeared it on his body rubbing her pussy over him as she worked her way to his face. His fingers worked in her ass as if fucking her. He eagerly raised himself to her cunt to eat the mingled cums seeping from her. The delicious melding of their juices, the blending of their passion. 

She was euphoric as she came once again and again after that.

She was replete. She collapsed in his arms. Then roused herself long enough to show him the soapy cloths and the alcohol and helped him clean his fingers.

She knew he would have to leave soon. She decided to give him a ride home. But first she rested, as did he.

She roused herself and shook him awake. She stood and went to the closet for a dress. She put it over her head without bothering with undergarments. A pair of flat shoes and she was ready enough to drive.

He was dressed by the time she was. Just to be sure she led him to her bathroom and both washed their hands thoroughly. Especially the fingers that had been in the other's ass. Cynthia was not a hygiene freak when it came to sex, but in this particular case she was, if anything, overcautious.

They kissed before going to her car. The heat of their lust was gone. There was a warmth between them now. A glow diffused through both their bodies. 

Her garage attached to her kitchen she told Rick to get in the car and she opened the door. After she backed out she got out to close it again. She drove Rick home. He slid as low as he could on the seat so he wouldn't be seen easily. He suggested that she drop him off a block, or so away. They kissed again before he got out of the car. Another warm kiss, full of promise.

Edna was waiting for him. She wore a filmy nightgown with nothing underneath. She thought she looked hot, and she did. The shadow of her pubic hair showed through as did the dark circles of her areolas. Her nipples were hard and stiff; they poked through the gauzy fabric of the nightgown like bullets.

She had been lying on the couch in dim light, the radio playing soft music. Her thoughts wandered. She thought of the beautiful sex with Rick; of the exciting afternoon with Carol.

She licked her lips as she thought of the sensuous juices and scents that Cynthia would have anointed Rick with. Maybe she fucked him. That would leave his lovely dick coated with her most savory essences.

She remembered the taste of Carol when she licked the other women's pussy. It had been so delicious. The mere act of forbidden Sapphic sex lending an exotic flavor. She hoped they could have a repeat. Perhaps after Carol had reconciled with Lucy.

She wondered about herself. Could it be that she was actually a lesbian? Or maybe she was bi. Did it matter? She definitely loved Rick and the sex she had with him. He was Carol's lover too. Looked at it from that point of view what happened between her and Carol made perfect sense. She could love Carol because Carol loved Rick. It made it perfectly moral too, but that had never been in question.

She heard Rick come in. She stood to greet him. To him she looked lovely in the dim light. He felt arousal creeping into his cock as he anticipated what was to come.

Edna had never told him not to wash the juices of another woman off. He had realized very early that she wanted to taste them on him. Probably sooner than she realized it herself.

She led him to the bedroom. He undressed and laid beside her. She pushed her nightgown off her shoulders and bared the almost flat mounds that were her breasts and the large and sensitive nipples.

They kissed like long lost lovers. She tasted Cynthia in his mouth, on his tongue. He began to tell her all that had happened. She felt her pussy flowing as she listened to the narrative. She licked the nectar from his face as he continued his story. As he told her how Cynthia had put her finger in his ass Edna felt the flow from her pussy increase even more. 

As she ate the abundant residue of mixed cum from his chest and belly he told her of finding Cynthia's secret spot. In her heat she would let her saliva wet the dried residue and moisten it. She would then lick it off him, savoring every taste. Sometimes when there was a thicker deposit she scraped it up with her teeth and let it dissolve in her mouth like candy. Delicious candy made with his and hers cum. So exotic. So very erotic.

She came without any external stimulus a lovely spasm ripped through her body and she squeezed her legs together as if to keep it inside her.




A Mother's Love in 1949 Ch. 04



She saved his cock for last. It was rigid for her, hard and throbbing. She could feel the blood pulsing into it. She let her lips slide over him. Cynthia had drained much of his cum. He would last for her, and he would still have enough for her to taste. And to feel, to feel the thick creamy seed on her tongue; feel it coat the roof of her mouth.

He rolled on his side as she took him in her mouth. His hand groped for her body, wanting her pussy. She turned to put her snatch in front of his face. He played with her cunt while she sucked his hard cock. He pushed his fingers into her, into the slick juices.

His tongue went to her pussy to eat her and suck her. They rolled so she was on top. So her essences flowed onto his face. She gasped when she felt his fingers playing in the crack of her ass. She gasped again as a finger slipped into her through her pucker.

It took a moment for her to decide that she liked the sensation. It was new and pleasurable. She wanted to do it to him, but her fingernails were too long. She might hurt him.

She was cumming. Hot intense orgasms that made her every cell sing with joy; that bathed her entire body in the glow of an orgasmic heaven. His cum gushed into her eager mouth. The feel of the warm, creamy cum lifted her to even higher planes of blissful existence.

They collapsed together. Rick withdrew his finger and for a few minutes she felt strangely empty.

Rick dashed to the bathroom to wash, as Cynthia had shown him. He resolved to have something to clean with near the bed next time.

He ran back to a waiting Edna. She licked her juices from his face and sucked them from his tongue. They told each other, "I love you." Then fell into a deep sleep.

******

Things stayed unchanged, or mostly so, for a couple of months.

Carol and Lucy made love regularly. Lucy often stayed overnight, especially on weekends. They had bought one of the vibrators advertised on the back pages of women's magazines and had great fun with it.

Carol talked seriously to Lucy one weekend about the lack of men in her life. Remember, things were different then. A man usually made much more money than a woman. Women were expected to marry and men were expected to be the working member of the family, the breadwinner.

To be sure many married women worked, but usually not until their children were at least in high school. Their pay was much less too.

Lucy agreed that a man in her life might be nice. She did think about Rick for the simple reason that she loved to have her pussy eaten. She had learned that with her mother.

Edna and Carol had coffee and shopping trips at least once a week. They made love several times and both enjoyed it immensely. Rick had a couple of sessions with Carol too. She enjoyed it as much as she had before Edna or Lucy. In her viewpoint it was different than making love with a woman. Although it might seem the same; to her it was not, therefore it became totally satisfying. The important thing, to Carol, about Rick was that she could suck his hard cock. She could feel his throbbing heat on her lips, on her tongue; that she could feel his warm thick cum gush into her mouth for her to savor.

Carol had an epiphany one evening as she waited for Rick. She realized that she wanted to make love using her mouth more than any other way, be it Rick, or Edna or Lucy. That she loved to suck cock or eat pussy. That she thoroughly enjoyed feeling and hearing her partner cumming. On her face, in her mouth; she loved both. It was an enlightening moment for her. It did not embarrass her at all. Rather it cleared her mind; it allowed her to understand what she really wanted. She shivered with delight at the thoughts she was having.

Rick spent every Sunday afternoon and evening with Cynthia. Those Sunday trysts were very satisfying to both of them. Cynthia taught him much. She took him from where his mother had led him and molded a lover to her own tastes.

Rick took what he learned from Cynthia back to Edna. He was able to make her sex life more enjoyable and fulfilling. He showed Carol, too. She, in turn, passed some of it on to Lucy.

Edna and Rick made love every night. She still took Rick's cock into her pussy on the few days every month she felt safe. She still made sure Rick used a rubber. Edna still loved to suck and lick the essences of other women from Rick's body and explore his mouth and tongue for traces of their cum. It had been mostly Mrs. Gaffney lately, but she had delighted in Carol's scent too whenever Rick had spent an evening with her.

She still sensed things about the other women in her tastings. She hadn't developed any new insights, though. She still felt the circle, almost complete, with a few small gaps; they were still as they had been. 

Shortly after Rick had introduced her to anal finger play Edna clipped her fingernails. She wanted to safely play in Rick's ass. That became a regular part of their lovemaking, both enjoyed it.

Edna's clipping of her fingernails lead to something they didn't even know had happened.

Mrs. Gaffney spoke to them after church, as had become her habit. She noted Edna's clipped nails and the fact that only two fingers on her right hand had been clipped.

That confirmed, for her, what she had becoming more and more certain of. Rick was in an incestuous relationship with his mother. The knowledge did not upset her; rather if fit into a, still nebulous, plan she had been toying with in her mind.

Graduation was approaching for Rick. He would soon be leaving his job at the store and going to work on the farm for the summer. Then it would be college in the fall. 

It was one of the last Saturdays he would be working. He was stocking shelves. 

"Well, hello, Rick," he heard a woman's voice say. "I haven't seen you in quite a while."

Rick was squatted down working on a lower shelf. He looked up and saw Lucy standing there.

"Hi Lucy," he told her with a smile. "It has been a while."

He stood up to make it easier to talk to her.

They chatted for several minutes. It was getting close to lunch time and Lucy suggested they have lunch together.

"Okay, I'll meet you in the diner." Rick told her. "I still have fifteen minutes to work."

"I'll see you there," Lucy smiled and left. 

Rick saw Mrs. Gaffney on his way out a little later. (It was never Cynthia at work.) On impulse he asked her if he could have a longer lunch.

"That will be okay Rick," she told him. "But don't be too late, don't forget it's Saturday, we'll be busy this afternoon."

Cynthia smiled as she watched him leave. She had seen him talking to Lucy and approved. She had told him several times that he should get a girlfriend his own age. She had assured him that she would happily share him. Of course she knew she was already sharing him with Edna, and maybe more than her. It all fit nicely into her plan that was becoming firmer as time went by.

Rick met Lucy in the diner. It wasn't as crowded as it would have been on a weekday at lunchtime. Lucy was seated in an end booth waiting for him.

They chatted for a while as they ate their lunch. Rick still didn't think Lucy was physically attractive. She was almost five years older than him too. But, he remembered the conversation he had with his mother when he had implied that Lucy wasn't pretty. 

He found, after talking to her for a while, that she was quite intelligent and had a good sense of humor. He remembered more about the conversation with his mother. He had told her he would ask her for a date, or at least make it easier for her.

They talked about movies. Rick mentioned one he would like to see. 'Mighty Joe Young' about a giant ape, a little reminiscent of 'King Kong.'

"It's at the drive-in this weekend," Lucy said. "Would you like to go see it? I can pick you up."

"That would be nice," Rick told her. "I get off at seven. It doesn't get dark until almost eight. So we can probably make it okay."

"I'll pick you up at seven-thirty then," Lucy told him.

They parted soon after. Rick went back to work, Lucy went to her mother's to tell her that she had finally done something about a date with Rick. She spent a couple of hours there and went home to change.

Rick dashed home from work. Hurriedly told his mother about his date and jumped into the shower. He shaved and dressed in a hurry, but with care. He did not dress up for a drive-in, but he did look neat.

Downstairs he found Lucy already there. She and his mother were chatting in the living room. Lucy smiled at him. She stood to greet him. They said goodbye to his mother and left. Lucy gave Rick the keys so he could drive.

Drive-ins had only recently come to their part of the country. They were very popular, especially with the younger crowd. They were great places for necking. Steamed up windows provided privacy and probably uncounted virginities were lost there.

Rick and Lucy got there just after the show started. The coming attractions were still running. Rick found a parking slot away from any other cars. They took the speaker from its post and hung it on the window. It was still cool at night in late spring so they rolled the windows up.

They sat, a little shyly as the feature started. Rick slid over on the seat, away from the steering wheel and put his arm around Lucy's shoulder. After a brief hesitation. She moved close to him. It wasn't long before they were kissing and not long after that that Lucy was straddling his lap. Her panty clad pussy was rubbing itself on the boner in his pants. She reached down between them to open his belt and pants. She pushed his briefs down to free the hard rod that had been rubbing against her pussy.

His cock exposed she rubbed her, still panty covered, pussy on it until she felt the quivering thrills of an impending orgasm building in her body. They kissed, open mouthed, wet. Even as she came, with soft gasps against his lips, she felt warm creamy cum explode from his hard cock to coat the gore of her panties, her thighs and both their bellies.

She sobbed, but not in sorrow. She buried her face in his neck and shoulder. "Please take me home, Rick. Please."

Rick gently urged her to get off his lap. He kissed her tenderly. She returned it. He fixed his pants, started the car and drove to her apartment building. She sat close to him all the way.

He parked and walked her to her door. She unlocked it and turned to him. He didn't know what was going to happen, but he didn't think she was going to make him walk home.

She took his hand, opened her door and led him inside. She told him to sit on the couch, that she would be right back. She went to her bedroom and stripped off her cum covered panties. She took her blouse off removed her bra and replaced the blouse.

She went back to the living room then and sat close to him on the couch. She took his hand and looked levelly at him.

"You must think I'm an awful slut," she told him. "But I find myself very attracted to you."

The strange thing, to her, was that it was true. She did feel a strange attraction to this boy. Part of that was what she knew he could do for her sexually. More was that she just plain liked him.

"No," he said after a pause. He spoke slowly, thoughtfully. "No, I don't think you're a slut. And I'm attracted to you too."

Lucy smiled broadly. It was infectious and he was soon smiling with her. They fell into each other's arms and were soon taking Lucy's blouse off to expose her tits for him to fondle and suck. They weren't overly large breasts, but they fit well on her compact body. The nipples were stiff and erect, asking to be sucked and nibbled. She helped him take his shirt off so his bare chest could rub against her tits when he wasn't sucking at them.

His hand slid under her skirt and discovered that her panties were gone. He kissed her again and slid off the couch to kneel between her legs. He pushed her skirt up and kissed her white thighs.

She slid her butt to the edge of the couch. He didn't hesitate. He dove into the hot, wet folds of her pussy and licked her juices from the red flesh of her inner pussy. He sucked her clit and brought an aroused Lucy to a glorious climax.

He didn't stop there. His continued licking and sucking soon had her gasping with almost continuous orgasms. She wanted to scream out her joy, but was afraid of the neighbors hearing her.

She was ready to faint when she gently pushed Rick's head away from her pussy. "Please stop."

Rick gazed up at her. His head rested on her thigh.

She stroked his hair and tried to tell him how wonderful it had been. She was short of breath and the thrills still echoing through her body made it was hard to talk coherently.

He sat next to her and pulled her close. She snuggled up to him and threw one leg over his lap.

They kissed more as she recovered some strength. She whispered into his ear about what a lovely experience he had given her. She rubbed her bare tits against the flesh of his chest.

She opened his pants and stood to pull them off him. She grabbed his briefs, he lifted his butt to help, and they came off too. She pushed his legs apart and dropped to her knees between them. She grasped his hard cock thinking that it was a nice size.  Nice and thick.. She gazed up at him.

"I've never done this before," she said almost whispering. She might not have been able to do it then, if not for her experience with her mother. She had learned that using one's mouth to make love could be enjoyable and fulfilling.

"You don't have to," he responded. His hands stroked her hair, but he was careful not to urge her toward his dick.

"I want to."

"That makes it mean more, a lot more."

She fell in love with him. With the fact that he had given her a choice. With his understanding of what she was choosing to do for him. Irrational, perhaps, but it is how love took her.

It was with that feeling of love that she took him into her mouth for her first ever blow job. Even in her slutty days she would never suck a boy's dick.

He was hard and she liked the feeling of that hardness in her mouth. Her lips and tongue felt the throbbing of blood pounding into his hard shaft; it delighted her. She sucked him amateurishly with her new found love. He warned her he was cumming. She didn't care. She wanted to taste his hot cum to savor it.

He exploded into her willing mouth and filled it until his cum dribbled from the corner of her lips. She sucked him as he softened. She savored his taste. It was not bad as she had thought. It was warm and thick with a slick creamy feel. She savored it, felt it. The texture was sensuous and pleasing, it coated her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She enjoyed the sensation and since it was his cum it was lovely.

She lifted her head from his flaccid cock and looked up at him. He slid from the couch and knelt facing her. He kissed her before she had even swallowed the cum. It surprised her and her heart leapt in joy. Joy that he would kiss her after she had sucked him.

They rested together until Rick whispered that he had to go home.

"I'd like to keep you," she told him.

But they put on some clothes and went to her car, she drove. On the way Rick told her that the next week would be his last working at the store. That he would take a few days off before graduation and once school was done he would start work on the farm. Hours on the farm would be somewhat irregular. Especially during the harvest.

At his house they kissed warmly. Both were a little hesitant.

"Can I see you again?" Rick asked.

"Yes," Lucy replied. "Just call."

They kissed again and Rick went inside.

Lucy drove home. Her body tingling with the thrill of loving him. She couldn't tell him, not yet.

It was quite late when Rick entered the house. Edna woke immediately at the sound of the door closing. She was dressed in her filmy nightgown. She sat up and Rick sat next to her.

"Well," she asked. "Did you have a good time?"

"Yes I did, Mom. You were right. Her looks don't count."

"Tell me all about it, Baby," Edna hugged him to herself. Her voice was husky.

Rick described the evening with Lucy. Edna pulled his shirt and pants off as he talked. She licked his face and sucked Lucy's essence from his tongue. It seemed stronger, somehow more powerful than other women's had. She licked at the mixed residue on his pubes. Cum from Lucy that had seeped through her panties at the movie. His cum that had exploded from him when she came on his lap and caused him to orgasm.

She sucked her son's cock thinking to taste the saliva that Lucy would have left on him. She thought she could sense a trace of it. She played with his ass as she sucked. Rick's cum gushed into her mouth. It was the third time he had cum that evening. But it had been long enough that his young body built up enough creamy seed to feel good in her mouth.

"Bedtime, Honey," she said when done. "Work tomorrow."

They went to bed, Rick slept well. Edna laid awake for a while wondering if Lucy was going to steal him away.  But isn't that why you taught him to eat pussy? So he could attract women. She had to admit it was true, but that didn't make her feel better.



A Mother's Love in 1949 Ch. 05



This story involves incestuous relationships.

All characters are eighteen years of age or older.

This is a continuing story, you may want to read the earlier chapters for background.

*****

A Brief Recap

In 1949, before birth control pills, the overriding concern of women about sex was the fear of becoming pregnant.

Rick was a short, skinny boy who had turned eighteen without a girlfriend and still a virgin. His mother worried about his lack of popularity with girls. She taught him how to eat pussy. She had him practice on her until he became proficient. (Many men wouldn't eat a woman's pussy in those days.) She thought women would be more interested if they could have oral sex, with no threat of pregnancy.

His mother led her friend Carol to him. She was thrilled to have her cunt licked and sucked. She wanted more, but she had agreed to tell at least one other woman about him. Carol passed his name on to Mrs. Gaffney (Cynthia). She owned a local grocery where Rick worked part time. Mrs. Gaffney became the third woman in his life.

Carol and her daughter Lucy became incestuous lovers. Carol suggested Lucy get to know Rick. She had a date with him that ended up with a memorable session of mutually enjoyable oral sex. Licking and sucking if you prefer.

******

The morning after Rick's date with Lucy he and Edna went to church as usual. After the service Mrs. Gaffney was especially pleasant with Edna.

"Now that Rick will no longer be working for me perhaps we can have lunch together." she said to Edna. "We can get to know one another better."

"That would be nice, Mrs. Gaffney."

"Oh, please call me Cynthia, Edna. Mrs. Gaffney makes me feel old."

It was a beautiful late spring day. Edna and Rick had walked to church. As they walked home Edna asked Rick when he planned on seeing Lucy again.

"I hope to see her next week, Mom. I'll give her a call."

"You should call Carol," Edna told him. "She probably misses you."

I'll call her next week too." Rick promised.

At home Rick changed out of his good church clothes. He ate a sandwich his mother fixed for him and left for Cynthia's.

Edna was feeling kind of lonely. She thought of calling Carol, but decided to wait a little while. It was to be a significant decision, minor though it seemed.

Lucy woke that morning feeling pleasantly relaxed. She stretched luxuriously and smiled as she remembered the night before with Rick.

She showered, dressed, ate a small breakfast and decided to visit her mother. She called first to let Carol know she was coming.

Carol was looking forward to her daughter's visit. She was very interested in hearing about Lucy's date with Rick. She was horny too. Not desperately so, but felt a persistent need to have her pussy loved. She could have played with the vibrator they had bought, but she wanted to feel another body against hers, loving her. She took her bra off and buttoned her dress back up, just in case.

Lucy arrived and Carol served coffee. They sat at the kitchen table and sipped. Carol, unable to wait, asked Lucy about the date.

"It was nice, Mom. In fact it was wonderful. He is very nice."

"Yes," Carol said thoughtfully. "He is, isn't he?"

They talked of other things, but Lucy kept bringing up Rick.

"Lucy," her mother asked. "Have you fallen in love with Rick? After one date?"

"I think I may have, Mom. He's so much nicer than any other boy I ever dated."

Carol didn't mention her opinion of the other boys Lucy had dated. It was pretty low.

"How about him?" Carol asked. "Do you think he loves you?"

"No, Mom. In fact I doubt I am the only woman in his life." She looked at her mother levelly. "Am I?"

"No, Baby, you aren't." Carol's eyes were tearing up.

"Don't cry, Mom," Lucy told her. "It's okay. I figured it out before I ever asked him out. After he and I made love I knew I'd be sharing him."

"Remember, Mom, he'll be sharing us, although he hasn't realized it yet."

Lucy took her mother's hand and led her to the bedroom. She took Carol to the bed and pushed her onto it so she was sitting the side. She knelt in front of her mother and pulled her panties off.

"Lucy," Carol called softly. "Come up here with me."

"Let me do it, Mom, I want to show you how much I love you."

Lucy ate her mother's pussy; she brought her to several intense orgasms. She drank the juices that flowed from her mother's cunt. She sucked the clit that drove Carol to ever greater pleasure. She ate her mother's luscious pussy until Carol could take no more pleasure. 

Lucy stood and stripped. She got the vibrator from the drawer of the bedside table. She'd had a thought while she was eating her mother's pussy. She wanted to try it.

She lifted Carol's legs onto the bed. Carol scooted back a little to the middle, her dress was around her hips. She opened the bodice so her tits were bared for her daughter.

Lucy pushed the vibrator into Carol's pussy and lay on top of her. She moved her body on Carol's as if fucking her and thrust the vibrator in and out as she did. Their tits rubbed against each other's erotically. They kissed with wet, wild kisses.

To Carol it was the closest she had come to being fucked in years. Yes, she loved to use her mouth; to suck Rick's cock and eat pussy, but it was still great to feel like she was being fucked. As if she had a hard cock filling her; a warm body on top of her. She wrapped her legs over Lucy and lifted her hips to her daughter to be better filled by the plastic dick.

Carol came again, her pussy flowed with the juices of her lust. Lucy bit her nipples, they kissed wildly, mindlessly. Carol's orgasms chased one another as if they were continuous.

She collapsed back to the bed and pushed at Lucy's shoulder. "No more," she gasped.

Lucy rolled off her and shoved the vibrator in her own pussy she played with the toy until she had several orgasms. Eating her mother's pussy, then play fucking her with the vibrator had left her in a state of extreme horniness. She needed the relief that the toy cock gave her.

Carol took some time to recover her strength. As she did thoughts of Edna crept into her mind. She wondered if she should tell Lucy. By the time she had recouped some strength. To the point that she was feeling wonderfully relaxed she had decided. Sooner or later Lucy would find out. She would tell her now to avoid pain later. Lucy seemed to take the fact that her mother was having sex with Rick quite well, perhaps she would be just as accepting about Rick's mother.

She rested a little longer. Then she rolled on her side to face her daughter.

"There's something you should know about, Dear."

She paused, but Lucy only looked at her. She did not comment.

"I've also had a few flings with Edna. In fact we got together a couple of times since you and I became lovers. Rick doesn't know about it."

Lucy smiled widely. "Oh my gosh, you and Rick's Mom. That's wonderful. So that's who you made love with. I'm so thankful; it gave you the incentive to let you and I become lovers too."

Carol was confused by her daughter's seemingly enthusiastic response to her revelation. 

"Mom, why don't you invite her over? We can have a nice talk."

It was at that moment that the phone rang. Edna had decided to call her friend.

The conversation was brief. Carol told Edna that Lucy was visiting. She suggested the Edna come over for coffee. Edna told her she'd be there shortly.

"Let's leave our panties off," Lucy said with a laugh. Carol laughed too and agreed.

They made a tentative plan to seduce Edna. It should be possible they thought; after all she was already Carol's lover.

*****

Rick had arrived at Cynthia's to find her dressed much like the last time. A sheer negligee over garter belt, nylons and heels. After an embrace and a warm kiss they went to the bedroom. It was dimly lit as before.

Cynthia seemed hornier than usual. She pulled Rick down on the bed with her. During previous visits she would start by sitting on the bed while he knelt between her thighs to eat her pussy. This time she lay on her back her legs splayed.

"Get on top," she told him in sultry tones. "Give me your cock, and eat my pussy."

Even for Cynthia these were hot words. An already aroused Rick straddled her with his cock at her face. He buried his face between her nylon sheathed legs to lick and suck at her hot, wet cunt. She let him bring her to an orgasm before she took his rock hard cock into her willing mouth. The act of sucking him; the feel of his rigid shaft on her lips and tongue aroused her even further. She came again as he ate her hot pussy. She slid her finger into his ass and he followed suit with her. She waited, again, until she had several intense orgasms before she rubbed his prostrate. He came quickly, with a loud cry, as she massaged the gland. Her mouth filled with his hot cum. She savored it, felt it with her tongue. He turned and they kissed. She tasted her own pussy juices as she let some of his cum slide into his mouth. She felt warm and pleased at their mutual enjoyment.

They were both sated. They laid together in a loose embrace. Occasional kisses were exchanged. Cynthia was brought up something that had been in her mind.

"Did you go out with that young lady who came to the store to see you?" She asked playfully.

Rick remembered his mother's first lesson. Never tell

"I don't think I should say," he told Cynthia.

"You shouldn't, Rick Darling, but I must tell you; I've been positively hot just thinking about the two of you together. The thought of you eating her pussy is so exciting to me. Or, of her sucking you. And remember I don't know the young lady, not even her name.

"It titillates an old lady's senses, Sweetheart. Maybe I have a voyeuristic streak. Whatever, the idea of you fucking a young woman gets me hot. I put myself in her place and think about you pumping your hard cock into me. Or, I put myself in your place and imagine myself eating that sweet young pussy. Maybe visions of her between my thighs with her face buried in my snatch."

Rick seemed a bit shocked that she should mention eating other women's pussies.

"Don't be so shocked, Rick," she told him. "I've had a few delightful experiences with women; I prefer men, though. Even more, I prefer you. You are the most delightful of all."

Rick thought about it. He really didn't see a problem with her revelations. She was talking about things that got him excited too.

"I think about all three of us together," Cynthia continued. "It may never happen, but it's a nice fantasy. And, who knows, someday it might come true."

She sucked Rick's cock to make him hard, it didn't take much. She drew him on top of her and guided his cock into her welcoming pussy.

"Fuck me hard," she spoke huskily.

He rammed his cock into her, thrust again and again into her wet pussy. She was hot, and ready. She came quickly the first time. She looped her nylon clad legs over his ass and lifted her butt to him. He thrust down into her cunt, going deep as she rose to even greater orgasms.

He lasted a long time, enough to fuck her hard, as she desired. He filled her belly with his hot cum and she cried out with the joy of yet another orgasm.

Both the lovers were replete. They rested, dozing occasionally. When awake they would exchange warm kisses and hugs. Cynthia fixed them a light meal in the late afternoon. They were recovered enough afterward to go back to the bedroom for more.

Cynthia had him sit in a chair while she knelt between his thighs and sucked his cock. She had never done that to him before. It had always been him who knelt between her legs. She wanted to be there, though. It was how she imagined a young woman who loved him would be. She took his fingers and twisted them in her hair. He responded as she wanted him to and twisted them to hold her there at his cock. She played with her pussy as she sucked him. Her fingers caressed her clit and slid deep into her tunnel. She came on her hand even as she enjoyed the hard throbbing cock in her eager mouth.

She felt his cum surging from his balls. It gushed into her willing mouth. She accepted his warm creamy cum with joy. It made her feel like she was his lover, not just a lady whose pussy he ate every Sunday. She tasted it on her tongue and pressed it against the roof of her mouth.

He slid from the chair to kneel facing her. They kissed to, once again, let his cum flow between them.

She drove him home when the time came. When she returned she poured herself a glass of wine and sat to think.

She first decided that she really didn't mind that Rick might be seeing a young woman. But she'd already known that. Her nebulous plan went beyond that. To be sure it might someday include the young lady and any other lovers he might have. Yes, his mother too, definitely his mother.

But, she wondered why she had given him a blow job on her knees. It was not her usual style. She had enjoyed it, though. She had liked his fingers twisting her hair. She had thrilled to a feeling of mild submission. She had cum strongly, on her fingers, as she sucked him. Perhaps she was putting herself in the girl's place; but not to replace her, only to feel the experience.

Had there been a change in their relationship? She didn't know just what. Maybe she would know in due time.

*****

Edna was looking forward to talking to Lucy. She had known the young lady since she'd been a child. She hadn't talked to her much in recent years, though, just a few brief conversations.

They sat around the kitchen table with coffee and pastries. The talk rambled a little, but Rick was mentioned often. Edna talked about her hopes that they could take over the farm and make a go of it.

Lucy told Edna that she thought Rick was very nice. She said she had very much enjoyed her date with him.

Edna, of course knew exactly why she had dated her son. She knew, too, exactly what had happened. She found Lucy to be bright and interesting. She thought that her son could do worse. She knew about Lucy's slutty period and she knew Lucy had put that behind her.

The thoughts of Rick and Lucy together, of Carol and herself, of Rick and Carol were churning about in Edna's mind. The talk of Rick had started them. She was starting to squirm a little. She recalled licking Lucy's cum from Rick's face. She hadn't forgotten the scent of an aroused Carol either.

An astute Lucy picked up her signals. She opened her legs and pulled her dress up, under the table, the better to let her bouquet free.

Carol began to tell Edna how she and Lucy had patched up their differences.

"Our love is strong now," Carol said. "We have cemented it firmly. What you and I did showed me the way."

Edna looked surprised. She didn't know Carol had told Lucy that they were occasional lovers. She was picking up the fragrances of hot women. The scents she was so sensitive to. The scents she licked off her son. Both of them, mother and daughter were wafting them into the air. Her own pussy felt hot, hot and wet.

"Mom and I made such beautiful love together." Lucy put in. "She told me how you had broken the ice with her. How you and she had found pleasure in each other. I want to show my thanks."

Edna's senses were being overwhelmed. The scents, those strong erotic scents, were controlling her.

Carol stood behind her. She leaned down so her head was next to Edna's. She put her hands on Edna's tits.

"We both love Rick. Let us both love you." Carol said softly into her ear.

By that time Edna didn't even consider refusing their advances. She wanted to taste Lucy better, to really know her.

Carol's fingers were opening the buttons on the front of Edna's dress. She spread it open to expose the already firm nipples. Edna had not worn a bra, she didn't need one for her small tits. Carol's fingers tweaked her firm nipples.

"Yes," Edna moaned, her voice husky. "Oh, yes." 

Carol unbuttoned the top of her own dress and bared her breasts. Lucy stood and pulled her dress over her head. She stood naked, her firm body on display to the other women.

Edna stared at Lucy's nude body. "Yes," she murmured, as if to herself. "I need to taste Lucy."

A sense of mysticism was coming over Edna, once again. She knew she would make love with Carol and Lucy. She knew it must happen.

"Yes," Lucy responded. "You can taste me. Just like I want to taste you. More than that, I want to make love with you; to thank you for opening doors for Mom and me."

The atmosphere in the kitchen was redolent with pheromones. Pheromones and mysticism; in this case, at least, a potent combination. All three of the women were horny and ready. Edna stood and lifted her dress to her waist. She pushed her panties down and kicked them off her feet.

Edna held out a hand to Lucy and the other to Carol. She let them lead her to the bedroom. She could sense the sex that had occurred, not long before, in the room. She smiled. She released the other women's hands and lay on the bed. It was where her son had made love with Carol, where she had made love with Carol.

Lucy kissed her mother. Hard, open mouthed, promising more. "Let me have her first, Mom, please. I really do feel like I owe her. Not just for you, but for Rick too."

Carol nodded in return. "Of course, Baby."

Lucy knew what she had to do, what she wanted to do. She fell on her belly between Edna's splayed thighs and buried her face in the wet, succulent pussy before her. Edna moaned with pleasure as Lucy brought her to a powerful orgasm. Lucy savored the intense essences of Edna's body, of her cunt. She was delighted. Edna was the first woman, besides her mother, whose pussy Lucy had ever eaten. Edna's taste was different than Carol's both were stimulating and erotic.

Carol sat in a nearby chair. She fingered her pussy as her daughter ate Edna's cunt.

"Bring her to me. Bring me your pussy," Lucy heard Edna say.

Lucy turned to give her pussy to Edna. She was wet and flowing. She straddled Edna's body while she kept her face at the other woman's snatch. Edna lifted her head to taste the juices of the pussy in front of her. It was wonderful. She knew it would be. She had tasted this woman before, on her son's face, now she could get her fill of her, of Lucy who loomed large in her future.

Carol watched as they ate each other. She grabbed the vibrator from the bedside table where they had left it earlier, she pushed it into her empty pussy, brought it out to pleasure her clit and pushed it back inside herself to fill the empty feeling.

Lucy was cumming, her nectar flowing onto Edna's face, into her eager mouth. Edna, too, was riding the crest of multiple orgasms. Lucy raised her head and called out to Carol. 

"Join us now, Mom." Edna heard and approved. It was time.

Carol joined them on the bed, the vibrator discarded. They formed a circle of joy. They ate each other and changed places. They ate cunts until all were satiated. They lay gasping and relaxed. The room smelled of hot pussy and lady cum. It had been a grand afternoon.

Edna lay recouping her strength. The mystic feeling returned. A circle was closing. But there was still a gap. No, several gaps. They would be closed. She knew it. When the time came they would be closed. She knew what one of the gaps was. It was her with Rick and Lucy. She couldn't tell, yet, what the others were. She would know when she needed to.

They got up from the bed. Carol made tea. They were all slightly giddy. It had been a momentous afternoon. Edna dressed to leave. She had to get home for Rick. She found her panties on the kitchen floor. They were wet with her juices, she put them in her purse. Carol put on a slip. Lucy borrowed one of Carol's and put it on, it was a little big, but nobody cared.




A Mother's Love in 1949 Ch. 05



*****

After hot kisses with both the other women and a tight three way hug she got on her way. At home she decided not to shower. She stripped and donned a robe over her naked body. She fixed a light supper for Rick and herself and sat on the couch to think.

Edna thought about the juices of other women on her face and body. Would Rick detect them? Would they affect him? He had tasted Carol's juices on her body. He hadn't indicated that he had noticed anything. But who knew, maybe any reaction would be delayed. Or, it could worm its way into his subconscious and be working on his psyche. 

She wondered, again, where the mystic feelings and thoughts had come from. She did not usually have such insights. After further thought she realized that her perceptions, of the essences on her son, was a form of just such mystic thought. 

She thought about Lucy. About how their tasting of each other's juices had created a bond between them. About the feeling she had that Lucy would be important to her in the future. Did Lucy know that it was her that had taught Rick to eat pussy? If she didn't should she be told? Let time work it out, she thought. Carol was already in her present. She knew without question that she would be in her future too.

What about Cynthia. Where did she fit in? She was teaching Rick much. They were all learning from her through him. She hadn't passed on anal play to Carol yet, as far as she knew Rick hadn't shown Lucy. She probably would pass it on now that she had bonded with Carol and Lucy together.

Cynthia's essences were strong and intense. Edna wondered if she would get to taste them at their source. Cynthia had told her she wanted to have lunch someday. To get to know her better, Cynthia had said. Know her better how? Edna wondered. Perhaps she meant nothing at all. Her words could have been no more than common courtesy.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Rick's entrance. She stood to greet him. She kissed him with probing tongue. Cynthia's essences seemed especially strong. Had she been extra horny? 

They ate the supper she had prepared. After Rick cleared the table they sat on the couch. She let her robe fall open to display her naked body. He drew her close and began to tell her of his afternoon and evening with Cynthia. He licked her face and body more than usual. He rubbed his face against hers. Edna hoped he was absorbing the tastes and scents of Carol and Lucy.

Rick did have a sense of something special, but he didn't know what. He felt a sense of love when he rubbed his face against the dried woman cum on her face and breasts. He didn't try to analyze it; just let it flow over himself.

He told his mother how Cynthia had acted different. How she had brought up the subject of Lucy. About how she had wanted him to fuck her hard. About how she had sucked his cock while kneeling in front of him.

By this time Rick had a good understanding of his mother's fetish. Her gift of the ability to taste the essences of another woman. To perceive the subtle differences and nuances of their bouquets.

They sixty-nined in bed that night. She sucked his cock as he ate her pussy. Cynthia had left strong and exotic tastes on his dick, as well as his face. She experienced some of Cynthia's feelings. She immersed herself in them letting her mind become part of Cynthia's. She understood; Cynthia was being led. To where, and to what purpose, she could not discern. That was okay. She would know, in time, if she needed to. 

Her body responded to her son's licking and sucking with strong orgasms. His own orgasm came and he filled her mouth with warm creamy cum. They kissed to share juices and fell into a restful sleep.

*****

Rick had another date with Lucy the following week. They stayed home that evening and made love. They sucked and ate each other to very satisfying orgasms. They cuddled together and talked. They made love again.

Rick visited Carol too. They too spent an evening making love. She sucked his hard cock as he knelt beside her head and found her g-spot with his fingers. She relished the mouthful of cum he gave her. They shared it with a hot kiss.

Incidentally Both Lucy and Carol knew of Rick's visit to the other.

Edna, as was her wont tasted the essences on his body after every encounter. But, although it was always exciting to her, she didn't sense anything unusual.

Rick worked his last day at the store on a Wednesday. His graduation would be Saturday. He and Edna had bought a new suit for him to wear, along with shirt, tie and shoes. 

Edna, of course, beamed with pride as he received his diploma. Also attending, and almost as proud of him as his mother, were Carol, Lucy and Mrs. Gaffney.

Mrs. Gaffney had always made it a point to attend the graduation of any student who worked for her.

Edna had a special gift for Rick. She had just finished her period. She guided his cock into her extra wet pussy without a rubber. It was exciting for both of them. Edna exulted in the heat of his slick cum as it filled her cunt to overflowing.

Rick felt her slick juices directly on his cock for the first time as he immersed his dick in them.

When he had filled her belly with his cum he lifted her to his face. He ate her pussy as she straddled him. He licked and sucked their mingled cums from her hot cunt. She rubbed her pussy over his face, as she came once again, leaving it shiny with their blended juices.

Edna turned and sucked his, now softening, cock and thrilled at the taste of her own cum mixed with her son's. She found it to be exquisite. 

They repeated their lovemaking twice more with embellishments such as anal play with the fingers.

They finally fell asleep and almost missed church. They made it, however. Cynthia once again spoke with them. Rick thanked her a second time for her generous gift. Cynthia said, truthfully, that is was the same she gave any student who worked for her.

Rick's life had settled into a bit of a routine. He was getting plenty of sex, most of it the oral kind. Since he loved to eat pussy this was fine with him. Getting off to a blowjob was exciting beyond belief.

Rick took advantage of the few days off he had, before starting farm work, to visit all his ladies at least once. Lucy twice and Edna had him for a whole day three times.

Edna and Rick bought a used car he could drive to work at the farm. He planned to take it to college with him too.

A few weeks after his initiation to farm work the winter wheat harvest started. It was hot dusty work and the hours late. He would come home drenched in sweat and covered with dirt and wheat dust. He would be too tired to do more than take a shower, gobble down a meal and collapse into bed. Sunday was a work day during harvest. Farmers wanted to cut their grain as quickly as possible. If it rained harvesting would be delayed until things had dried out again.

There was no rain that year. Rick worked every day straight for almost three weeks. When the farmer he worked for finished his fields they moved to a neighboring farm to help them. The equipment was smaller in those days and less efficient. There were no air conditioned cabs on the equipment or the trucks Rick drove hauling grain to silos over dusty unpaved roads.

Cynthia saw Edna at church the first Sunday of the harvest. She asked about Rick. Edna explained about the long hours he was working. Actually Cynthia knew about it, Rick had told her he would be tied up for a few weeks. The two women had a nice chat about Rick and what a fine young man he was. Their thoughts of him left both women aroused. Cynthia thought it was a good time to invite Edna to have lunch with her.

"Perhaps," Cynthia told her. "Next Sunday afternoon would be a good time to get together for lunch. If Rick's working again, that is."

"I think it would be an excellent time," Edna responded.

"Why don't we go right after church? Would that be all right?" Cynthia asked.

Edna agreed and the ladies parted.

Cynthia went home and masturbated with her dildo. She found herself missing Rick more than she had thought she would. Her mind turned to thoughts of Edna; fantasies of making love with Rick's mother brought her to several pleasurable orgasms. 

Edna went home and called Carol. Carol came over and they made love all afternoon, with a few breaks for coffee and a light dinner. They had not had another threesome since the first one. Edna thought she would like to get together with Lucy and said so to Carol.

"Call her, she'd probably like it too." Carol told her. "She's off Saturday and Sunday and Rick won't be home for her. I won't mind if I'm not included. Rick is important to her, so you are too."

The next weekend the harvest was still in full swing. Friday evening Edna called Lucy and invited her to coffee the next day.

"Even better," Edna told her. "Let's go out for a nice breakfast."

Lucy accepted and thanked her for the invitation.

They met the next morning at a restaurant noted for good breakfasts. They chatted about a wide range of subjects, including Rick.

"I'm happy to see Rick hanging in there on the job," Lucy told his mother. "It shows he's got the will to see things through."

Edna felt a surge of pride in her son at Lucy's words. She knew that Rick had become dejected a time, or two, about his ability to do the work. He had hung on, though. By the end of the second week he was actually taking it better, his endurance was building up.

Edna thanked Lucy for the compliment she paid her son.

Breakfast done Edna invited Lucy to her house. "We can continue our conversation and maybe more."

Lucy followed her home. Edna made coffee and they sat at the table sipping at it.

Edna put her hand over Lucy's. "I think you're a nice young lady. I'm glad you took an interest in my son."

"Thank you, Edna. I think he's very nice."

Lucy hesitated. There was something she had wanted since she had entered the house.

"I wonder - can I see where he sleeps?" she asked.

"Of course, Dear. Come with me." Edna stood and led the way to the bedroom. It was their bedroom now. 

Lucy walked to the bed and sat on the side of it. She didn't say anything just ran her hand across the bedspread. It was obvious to Lucy that both Rick and his mother slept in this room. She hadn't known that, but it did not surprise her. Nor, did it upset her. It seemed perfectly rational.

Edna sat beside her. Lucy turned to her and leaned forward to kiss Edna. Edna returned the kiss probing with her tongue. They rolled onto the bed. Kissing and fondling each other. They tore their panties off and threw them off the bed. Their blouses were opened and Edna's small tits were exposed. Lucy fondled them and Edna moaned wih pleasure. Edna's tits were small, but the sensation of someone fondling them was as pleasurable as if they were 'D' cups. Edna reached behind Lucy to open her bra she pushed it up to free the younger woman's breasts. 

Edna slid down between Lucy's legs. They spread for her in an invitation. Edna could sense the heat and the lust from Lucy's pussy. She had been able to sense it even in the restaurant.

"Let's do it together," Lucy whispered.

"Next time, Darling." Edna told her. "I want to feel you cum and to taste your essences."

Lucy put a pillow behind her to support her head, she wanted to watch as Edna ate her hot, wet pussy. Edna pushed another pillow under her butt to lift her pussy.

Edna started slowly. She licked at Lucy's swollen labia. She rubbed her face in the wild nest of her pubic hair. She kissed her inner thighs and inhaled the bouquet of her lovely cunt.

Her tongue slid between the labia and licked at the inner lips. She covered the vulva with a wide open mouth and ran her tongue from bottom to top. Her excitement increased as Lucy's aroused pussy produced yet more nectar; more of her essences for Edna to taste,

Edna sucked Lucy's clit and she screamed with passion as an orgasm ripped through her body. She screamed again as Edna's probing fingers filled her vagina. One after another climaxes sent her to heights of carnal joy.

Lucy grasped Edna's hair. Her legs over Edna's shoulders clasped her head. Her heels on Edna's back quivered from orgasmic gratification.

Edna stopped after Lucy had a few strong orgasms. They had all day. She didn't want to wear the other out.

She had tasted Lucy's juices. They were strong, she was aroused. Edna felt a sense of satisfaction that the younger woman would respond to her so strongly. Her own cunt was flowing with lust. She longed for Lucy to make love to her, or for them to love each other. She wanted to taste Lucy as they made love together.

She whispered to Lucy that she was wonderful, that she should rest for a while. That they would love more after she had rested.

Lucy snuggled up to her and Edna held her close. Lucy dozed. Edna stood and took her dress off. Lucy still had hers on. Her skirt bunched at her waist her bodice open, her bra pushed up to allow her breasts freedom.

Edna sucked at Lucy's nipple. Lucy responded by holding her there like a suckling baby. Her sleep was light and she responded to Edna's lips. Her nipples grew firm and longer.

Lucy woke to the enjoyable sensation of her tits being sucked. Her hand under Edna's head drew her close for a deep kiss. A soft kiss. She tasted herself. Her pussy, her breasts. She pushed her tongue into Edna's mouth searching for her taste. Edna responded. Their tongues danced.

Lucy spun around. Her head at Edna's cunt, her cunt at Edna's head. They made love together; mouths and lips, tongues and even teeth to please the other.

Edna pulled Lucy on top. She was exhilarated as Lucy's juices flowed onto her face. She pushed her tongue far up into Lucy's tunnel searching for more of her nectar.

Lucy too was sucking at the juices Edna produced; the musky scent was arousing her. Edna's taste was wonderful to Lucy; as if it was a magical elixir that sent her to the heights of hedonistic bliss.

Edna did detect a change in Lucy's essence as they ate each other. Her taste became stronger, more intense. Edna was stimulated even further. She had been holding back as she tasted her partner in love. She felt an orgasm starting in the nether reaches of her body. It rushed through her; her body quivered with the sensation of pure pleasure.

Lucy had been cumming almost from the start of their mutual lovemaking. She came yet again as she felt the orgasm rip through Edna.

They parted as if by mutual consent. Both were satiated. They rested snuggled together in the afterglow of their passion. They dozed off.

They woke about an hour later. Edna slightly before Lucy. Both were pleasantly relaxed and rested. Their lust was satisfied, for a while at least. They found contentment in their closeness to each other.

Edna lovingly tasted her own juices on Lucy's face. She was delighted to find her cum tasting sweet and strong.

They stretched and got up from their bed. In the kitchen Edna made coffee. They chatted for a while. Edna wanted to aske Lucy about her intentions for her son. She looked for an opportunity.

Lucy gave her an opening. "I really think a lot of Rick, Edna," she said.

"I'm glad you do," Edna replied. "Where do you see yourself going with him?"

"I'm afraid to look too far into the future," Lucy responded. "I have been letting things just happen so far."

"What do you want to happen?" Edna asked.

"It's only fantasies," Lucy told her. "Only hopes."

"It's good to hear you have hopes concerning him," Edna told her. "He's worth it."

"I know," Lucy replied wistfully.

Lucy had questions too.

"Are you one of Rick's lovers?" She asked Edna.

"Yes, Dear, I am. I started him on this road because he was so shy and awkward."

"I'm glad it was you," Lucy told her. They kissed warmly, comfortably.

*****

The next day was her lunch with Cynthia. They met at church, as usual. Cynthia suggested that Edna arrive at her house about noon. Edna arrived at Cynthia's still dressed in her good church clothes. Cynthia too was still in her church dress. But something had told Cynthia to remove her panties. A hunch? An omen? Whatever, she did it.

Cynthia served a nice cobb salad with a choice of homemade dressings; coffee and pastries followed. They chatted amicably for a while, the talk turned to Rick. Then Cynthia threw out her bait.

"You know, I think, that your son and I are having an affair."

"Of course I know, Cynthia, I'm his mother."

"You don't have a problem with it?" Cynthia asked.

"No, I don't. You tasted right."

Cynthia didn't understand the remark about taste. She let it lie and continued.

"I'm glad you don't. Rick is such a nice young man."

"I think so too," Edna replied. "I think he is vastly underrated, But as I said. I'm his mother."

"He's a wonderful lover too, but you know that, don't you?" Cynthia told her. Her tones were soft and gentle. She did not want to hurt Edna.

"Why do you say that?" Edna responded. She was becoming visibly nervous.

"Oh, you hid it well, Edna My Dear, but you left enough clues that I was able to satisfy myself that it is true.

"By the way," she was shading the truth a little. "Rick did not say anything that led me to that conclusion.

"I do not condemn you for loving your son, Edna. On the contrary, I think you did what you thought was necessary for his good. I admire that."

Edna was at a loss for words. "I don't know what to say," she stammered.

"I got an anonymous note that told me Rick would eat my pussy." Cynthia pressed on. "I'm curious about who wrote it. Was it you?"

"No, it wasn't,"

"I didn't think so," Cynthia said. "You would have worded it differently. I don't really have to know. I'm just curious.

"I really think a lot of that young man you know," Cynthia got back on track.

"I know," Edna told her. "I could tell. I could taste it."

This was new ground for Cynthia.

"You could taste it? I'm not sure I understand, Edna."

"When you make love with Rick I can taste the essences you leave on him. Your juices, your cum, if you want to be crude about it. I'm his mother, I can feel other people through the traces they leave on him. You left nothing but good intentions and affection." 

The conversation was becoming surreal to Cynthia.

"There are others? I had assumed so. I believe that Lucy is one."

"Yes she is."

"What about her? What do her tastes tell you?"

"That she is in love with him."

"I wonder, Edna, what you want for him? And yourself?"

"Oh Cynthia, I want him to be loved. For myself, I want to love him."

"Those may be contradictory desires, Edna."

"Yes, I know, but I think everything will work out okay."

"Cynthia," Edna cut off further conversation along those lines. She had to get to the point of Cynthia's invitation. "I know what you want. I can sense it.

"It is possible, even likely," Edna continued. "Simply because you love Rick."

"What can you sense?" Cynthia was elated, but curious. Her goal had been to make love with Rick's mother. It had been a few years since she had been with a woman.

"Your scent, your bouquet. It tells me of your desire."

"Let's sit on the couch," Cynthia said softly. "And continue this conversation."

Cynthia stood and held out a hand to Edna. They walked into the living room and sat together on the couch. Their hips were touching.

Edna pulled Cynthia's dress up to her hips. "Let your fragrance free," she said. "It has a delightful taste."

"Thank you, Edna."

"I must taste anyone who loves my Rick. That is only the start."

Cynthia had a vague feeling that she had lost control of the conversation. But then she had never had an immediate goal beyond making love with Edna. Most of her plan was for the future.

"I know, what you want, it's good," she heard Edna whisper.




A Mother's Love in 1949 Ch. 05



Edna's hand was on the older woman's pussy fingering her, starting her juices flowing.

Cynthia's legs parted. Edna slid from the couch to her knees. She gazed for a moment at Cynthia's pussy.

"You are so beautiful," she murmured. "I knew you would be."

Edna tasted Cynthia's juices that had gathered like beads of dew on the lips of her pussy. She slid her tongue between the swollen labia and tasted the inner lips. She licked from bottom to top and pressed her tongue against the hard nubbin of the clit.

She took Cynthia's clit between her teeth. She bit lightly and was rewarded by a delighted gasp from the older woman. Edna licked and sucked at the clit and Cynthia responded with intense orgasms. Orgasms that started in the far reaches of her body and mind and ripped through her in waves of incredible rapture.

Cynthia's juices flowed as Edna desired; she sucked them up and tasted them. They were good. She had not been wrong about this woman. Her hand went to her own pussy. As she sucked at Cynthia's cunt she pushed her hand down the front of her panties. She pushed a couple of fingers into herself; far up into her vagina until she found her spot. She came quickly when she rubbed it and her juices gushed from her in delighted response.

She pulled her hand out and lifted her head from Cynthia's pussy to taste herself. She sucked her cum from her fingers. She nodded and looked up at a satiated Cynthia.

"It's good," she said. "It's very good.

"The circle is closing," Edna said, almost to herself. She had never mentioned the circle to anyone else. There were still a couple of gaps. She had identified an unknown one. It involved Cynthia. It was smaller now. Cynthia was the last. The last of her son's lovers. She knew them all now. Knew them intimately.

Edna knelt with her head on Cynthia's thigh. Cynthia needed to recover from the waves of orgasmic bliss that had engulfed her; she stirred after a bit.

"I want to make love to you, Edna." She said. Her voice weak.

"Soon," Edna told her. "Rest first."

Cynthia closed her eyes. Edna lay on the couch next to her. She laid her head in in the other woman's lap. She inhaled the scents of sex from Cynthia and smiled.

Cynthia opened her eyes after a short nap. She saw Edna looking up at her from her lap.

"Uum, Edna," she said. "That was wonderful."

"Yes it was," Edna agreed. "I think we'll have many more enjoyable times together."

Cynthia felt that she was not in control of the situation. Not the way she usually would be. It wasn't as if Edna had taken the lead in their relationship. It was more like Edna had put things on an equal footing.

Cynthia wasn't sure how this had happened, but she didn't feel like she minded. She wondered if Edna would tell her more about what she meant by tasting another person. She would ask.

"Of course I'll try to explain, Cynthia." Edna answered her request. "But I don't have any idea why these things happen. I can only tell you what has occurred."

Edna told how her talent became known to her. How as it developed she had a compulsion to lick the residue of a woman's juices from Rick's body. She described the insights she had from her tasting.

She told Cynthia how the talent had developed to the point that she could sometimes sense how a person would taste from her scents; if that person had a connection to Rick.

"Sometimes it seems mystical," Edna said. "But I think it's just a talent. I do know it's connected to Rick. Although," she added thoughtfully. "I think it was there when I was married too. I sometimes felt things when I ate my husband's seed. I would know he loved me."

"It may be more mystical than you think, Edna," Cynthia put in. "What made me leave my panties off today? I wouldn't have normally. And there's more." Cynthia told Edna how she had acted out of character with Rick.

Edna shrugged. She thought that it was not the time to tell Cynthia she was being led by forces Edna did not understand. "We may know some day."

"I need to make love with you," Cynthia whispered.

"We need to make love with each other," Edna responded.

They went to Cynthia's bedroom. Both women undressed and were soon on the bed wrapped in each other's arms.

Cynthia went down on Edna. She was the more experienced of the two. She had made love with skilled women in the past. She had learned from them. She wanted to teach Edna what they had taught her. She wanted to continue this relationship with Rick's mother. She felt that is was important somehow. 

She made love to Edna now. She rubbed her face in her wild full bush. Cynthia liked the rough, raspy feel on the smooth skin of her face. She licked the beads of juice from the lips of Edna's sweet pussy. She felt a shiver of joy when she pushed her tongue between the lips and Edna gasped with delight.

Cynthia brought Edna to mind shattering orgasms. She sucked at her clit and drank the nectar flowing from her cunt. She pushed her fingers far into Edna's cunt and found her spot. Edna's juices flowed strongly as she screamed with orgasmic joy. Cynthia drank the juices; she lapped them up and avidly swallowed them. She wanted to taste, as Edna did. To learn about another through the juices of their sex. But she felt nothing but the joy of good sex.

They rested in each other's arms. They dozed and woke for warm kisses. Cynthia asked her more about the tastes. Edna couldn't tell her any more. She herself didn't understand it.

"Sometimes I know things," Edna told her.

"What do you know now?" Cynthia asked

"I know we're going to make more love," Edna laughed and dove onto Cynthia's pussy. She threw her body atop Cynthia's with her snatch at the older woman's face.

Cynthia laughed too. She buried her face in Edna's wet pussy while Edna was licking at hers. They ate each other. They played in each other's ass this time and both enjoyed it.

Edna licked her juices from Cynthia's face. She tasted them and they kissed hotly with tongues probing. She sucked her nectar from Cynthia's tongue and let it flow together with the liquors of Cynthia's pussy.

The melded taste was pleasant. There was a sense of future pleasure. Lucy was there, and Carol; nebulous, with her and Cynthia.

There was something else too. An unknown, in the future. Something she didn't know, yet. Something she would know when she should. It involved Cynthia, and Rick, and the others too. It was not something malevolent; but she could not tell more.

Cynthia watched her face. She saw the thoughtful expression. When she saw Edna's expression relax she asked.

"Did you have a taste?"

"Yes, a taste of more such pleasant times between us in the future. Something else from the future too, but I'm not to know it yet."

"Is that unusual?" Cynthia asked.

Edna shrugged. "It hasn't happened with such certainty before."

Cynthia thought of her own plan, that wasn't quite a plan yet. Perhaps it was time to think it through. There were the other women in Rick's life. She needed to know more about them.

"Will I meet the other women?" She asked.

"Yes," Edna told her. "Probably in the fall, when he goes to school."

They met twice more that week. Cynthia would leave the store early and she and Edna would spend a few hours together. Both times were at Edna's house.

They continued their trysts through the rest of the summer. Both wished they could spend more than a few hours together. They planned for the fall.

******

The harvest was over and Rick had survived. Everyone who could took a few days off. Rick spent the first day with Edna. The next day, Saturday he visited Lucy. They spent the afternoon and evening together.

The sex with Lucy was better than ever. Rick had fantasized about the women all through harvest. Even the smell of newly threshed wheat and straw reminded him of their aromas; his mother's, Lucy's, Carol's, Cynthia's. The scents of all their pussies. All different, all so alluring.

Despite the erotic thoughts during the long harvest days Rick would be so tired at quitting time he could do no more than shower, eat and climb into bed.

Cynthia, of course, waited for him Sunday. She covered his face with kisses and told him how much she had missed him.

Monday it was back to work, but he got home at a reasonable hour and his mother encouraged him to visit Carol. She too was overjoyed to see him. She almost cried with happiness when he ate her to several beautiful orgasms. She sucked him with relish and was overjoyed when his hot cum filled her mouth.

Rick settled into a routine the rest of the summer. He saw Lucy at least twice a week. They started going out more. To movies, or dinner. "Just like real dates," Lucy told him with a laugh.

She was in the middle of her period one Saturday when Rick visited. They drove up to the farm and Rick showed her the farmhouse. He told her how he hoped to fix it up and move back to it.

Lucy had never wanted him so much as when she watched him speak of his plans for the farm and house. She hoped she would be here with him.

They drove back stopping for dinner on the way. She noticed, not for the first time, the tan that Rick had developed on the farm. But she also saw the new muscles he was acquiring; how his chest was expanding.

She felt maleness emanating from him. A sense, not of power, but incipient strength. Not a big man, but becoming a strong one nonetheless. He's not a boy any longer, she realized. Not quite yet a man, but almost.

Back at her apartment she wanted to suck him, but he refused, at first. He explained that if he couldn't give her the pleasure she deserved he had no right to accept pleasure from her.

"Rick," she exclaimed. "You don't understand. Making you feel good is pure pleasure for me. I get thrills all through me when you cum."

He could understand that. It was how he felt when a woman came while he ate her pussy. It was almost as good as cumming himself.

She undressed him and took him to her bed. She sucked his cock until he filled her mouth with his cum. She savored it and tasted it and swallowed it happily.

When he left her later that night she told him. "When my period is over in a few days I want you inside me."

Rick kissed her hard and left for home.

Edna was interested in what had happened between them. She didn't get any tastes of Lucy except for a little sweat that had rubbed off on Rick's body, and traces of her saliva on his cock. She couldn't read anything from those traces, but she had a good feeling even so.

Rick ate her cunt that night. He was even better than usual, maybe to make up for not being able to eat Lucy.

******

Summer was over. Rick went off to college. The women would all miss him. He would miss the women. He was an unknown at the college. The women there didn't realize how good he was at eating pussy. One shouldn't think they didn't care. They might have cared a great deal; if only they had known. But no one told them, least of all Rick. He never asked any for a date, he was quite content with the women waiting for him at home.

Rick was far more mature than most young men his age. He studied and seldom went out on the town with his classmates. He would get home for holidays and vacations; that would have to do. His first trip home would be over Thanksgiving.

He corresponded with all the women. Edna and Lucy wrote him two or three times a week. He responded to every letter from them. Carol and Cynthia wrote less often. Every week to ten days. Rick responded to their letters too.

Rick had left on a Tuesday. His registration would start the following day. Classes would begin the first of the next week. Edna missed him before he had been gone more than a few hours. She called Carol.

Saturday Edna got together with Lucy. Sunday she and Cynthia spent the afternoon and evening together.

As she and Cynthia were resting, after a session of Sapphic lovemaking, Cynthia asked about the other women that Rick loved.

"Why don't we all get together?" Cynthia asked. "I really would like to meet them."

"I think you're right," Edna responded. "Let's make it for next weekend. Can you get away from the store for a Saturday?"

"Yes, that won't be a problem," Cynthia told her. "That would give us the whole weekend."

"I'll call Carol and Lucy," Edna said. It was the first time Cynthia had heard Carol's name. Edna explained that Carol was Lucy's mother and that all made love together.

"I think it's time, Edna said. "Time to include you."

"Thank you for responding to my whims, Edna."

"I'm not sure they're only your whims, Cynthia."



A Mother's Love in 1949 Ch. 06



This story involves incestuous relationships.

All characters are eighteen years of age or older.

This is a continuing story, you may want to read the earlier chapters for background.

*****

A brief recap

In 1949, before birth control pills were developed, the overriding concern of women regarding sex was the fear of becoming pregnant.

Rick was a short, skinny boy who had turned eighteen without a girlfriend and still a virgin. His mother worried about his lack of popularity with girls. She taught him how to eat pussy. She had him practice on her until he became proficient. (Many men wouldn't eat a woman in those days.) She thought women would be more interested if they could have oral sex, with no threat of pregnancy.

His mother led her friend Carol to him. Carol was thrilled to have her cunt licked and sucked. She wanted more, but she had agreed to tell at least one other woman about him. Carol passed his name on to Mrs. Gaffney (Cynthia). She owned a local grocery where Rick worked part time. Mrs. Gaffney became the third woman in his life.

Carol and her daughter Lucy became incestuous lovers. Carol suggested Lucy get to know Rick. She had a date with him that ended up with a memorable session of mutually enjoyable oral sex. Licking and sucking if you prefer.

Rick has gone off to college. Carol and Lucy became lovers with Edna. Edna also began a love affair with Cynthia.

******

At college Rick lived in a dorm, at least for the first semester. He had a roommate, Tim, who seemed quite congenial. They got along well, but Rick was reticent when it came to exchanging too much personal information. It was hard not to notice, however, the number of letters he received. All of them with woman's handwriting. His roommate commented on it a time or two. Rick told him they were from his mother, sisters and a girlfriend. He did not elaborate any further. He kept the letters locked away to avoid snooping.

None of the letters were of a salacious nature. In fact most of them were innocuous. Lucy's letter's would sometimes get very slightly suggestive; Cynthia's, too, on occasion. 

He did miss the ladies and dreamt about them often. In his dreams he was starting to, occasionally, see himself making love with two of them at a time. It didn't seem to matter which two. Rick didn't realize it, but the juices and scents that other women had left on his mother's face and body had affected him. The essences of the other women, mixed with his mother's, had wormed their way into his psyche. They had slid stealthily into his sub consciousness mind. A mix of women were influencing him, not the scents and essences of one. They brought with them notions of making love with more than one of them at a time. The thoughts were starting to manifest themselves in his dreams. They would strengthen with time until he had a chance to act on them.

A roommate, of course made it difficult to masturbate. Fortunately Tim went out often. That gave Rick sufficient opportunity to relieve the tension in his loins.

******

At home things were happening.

Edna knew that all the women should meet, and soon. Cynthia had mentioned it; that triggered a response in Edna's mind. Something told her it was time. She called Carol, Lucy was with her; both said they would be delighted to meet Cynthia. They would be there the following Saturday.

The heat of summer had broken and the days were noticeably cooler. Much more comfortable for lovemaking. (Homes were rarely air conditioned in those days. Nor were most businesses for that matter. People became adjusted to the heat of summer and except on especially hot days didn't seem to notice it.)

Edna and Carol had a combination tryst and planning session on Tuesday. They discussed what refreshments they would need for an open ended get together. They decided to move a bed from Edna's guest room to her bedroom. They would set it up next to her bed effectively doubling its size and, hopefully making it big enough for four ladies making love.

Their planning done they stripped and made love.

Thursday evening Carol visited again, with Lucy this time. The three of them moved the bed from the guest room and set it up. Both women came back again Friday to help make finger sandwiches. Edna had already made a pot of stew, and another of chili, that could be warmed up as needed.

Saturday morning Cynthia arrived first. She carried a small overnight bag. It was about ten; they had planned to spend the day and night together. She parked on the street and walked up to the front door. She had driven her work car. That was a two year old Chevrolet. What she considered her good car was a late model Cadillac. She thought it would be prudent not to advertise her presence at Edna's.

Edna and Cynthia greeted each other with a warm kiss on the lips. Edna showed her into the living room. Carol and Lucy arrived together a short while later. They too exchanged kisses with Edna. Edna introduced them to Cynthia. The ladies all sat in the living room getting acquainted. Cynthia knew who Carol was, but had never spoken to her except for impersonal greetings. She had seen Lucy, in the store, but never spoken to her at all. 

Much of the talk was about Rick. Lucy mentioned the muscles he had started to develop while working on the farm. The other women agreed. They all thought highly of Rick. As a person as well as a lover. After more talk, some of it drifting onto other subjects, they moved to the dining room for coffee and pastries.

Cynthia turned to Lucy. "I remember the day you came to the store to ask Rick out," she said. "I wished you well, and I'm glad things have worked out as they have. Believe me, I am happy for you both."

Lucy smiled at Cynthia. She was elated to hear that the older woman approved of her affair with Rick. When Lucy had first learned that Rick was Cynthia's lover, as well as hers, her mother's and his mother's she had felt pangs of jealousy; even though she knew they were unreasonable. Carol helped her get through it. She made Lucy understand that Rick loved them all. And, that they all loved Rick. That if Lucy was okay with Rick making love with Carol and Edna why should she be jealous of Cynthia. Last, but maybe most important; weren't they all keeping their affairs, among themselves, secret from Rick?

Lucy studied Cynthia. She thought she was quite nice looking for a woman of sixty. She found herself a little attracted to her. More than a little. I must be drawn to older women. Mom or Edna, and now Cynthia, are the only women who've ever appealed to me that way. Cynthia seems like a logical next step.

Cynthia looked at the other women. "I'm actually happy for all of us. We are getting what we need and giving Rick what he needs. I wonder about our own relationships; among ourselves."

Edna felt she had to say something. "I think...I think we need to talk about our own relationships. But with an eye to how they work into our relationships with Rick."

"The two can't be separate, can they, Carol put in. "Sooner or later Rick must know about our loving with each other."

"I think you're right," Cynthia said. "Perhaps that is what I was getting at and didn't realize it."

Lucy didn't say anything. She looked at Edna, hoping for direction.

"I think," once again Edna hesitated. She wasn't getting a feeling for what she should say. "I think we - two of us, maybe more, should make love with him - together."

"We'll have to see how he reacts," Carol said.

"Yes," Cynthia said. "I think he will like it, though. He has never been averse to new things. I think we can thank Edna for that." She smiled at Rick's mother.

"I see great possibilities for all of us, including Rick," Carol said with a broad smile. "The variety of partners will be exciting. Man and woman both, what could be better?"

"Don't get carried away, Mom," Lucy cautioned. "It hasn't happened yet."

"I know, Honey," Carol told her daughter. "All this talk is making me horny."

Cynthia and Edna both laughed.

Edna felt the time had come to speak. "I think I need to tell all of you a few things. Cynthia knows much of it. But I have to let Carol and Lucy know about it."

Edna related how she had come to realize that tasting the juices of the others was revealing things to her. Sometimes an idea or thought might be implanted in her mind for her to act on when the time came. She usually didn't know, before that time came, just what she was supposed to do or say. Today was an example.

Other times the women's essences told her that they were 'right'. That they meant only good for Rick. Everything the tastes had told her revolved around Rick. Even if it wasn't apparent at first. At least that seemed to be true. There were still a couple of unknowns.

"I don't know why we women started making love with each other," Edna said. "I can only assume it is something to do with Rick's welfare. I think it is not done yet. I think we all have to bond together; to bring Cynthia fully into the group."

She paused and looked at the others. "I think that is why we are all here today."

Silence greeted Edna when she was done talking. Carol responded first. "You explain much I wondered about, Edna. But are you saying that we are being maneuvered into what we are doing? It certainly doesn't feel that way when I make love with Lucy, or with you."

"I don't think so," Edna responded. "I think, maybe the ones chosen are ones who would feel that way anyway."

"Rick too?" Lucy asked.

"Probably Rick too," Edna answered.

"We're all part of some game?" Cynthia wondered. 

"I don't know," Edna said. "The reason why is a mystery to me. Sometimes I get feelings of mysticism, but I find beliefs like that suspect."

"What's our next step?" Cynthia asked. She was speaking to all three of the others. No one answered her immediately.

Lucy spoke first. "I think I understand what Edna is talking about. I sometimes feel destined. Always in ways involving Rick. I often feel that making love with my mother was only a stepping stone on the way to loving him."

She looked at Carol. "But I do love you, Mom, just like you love me. We are drawn together because we both love him. Now the four of us are being tied together in a group simply because we all love Rick."

"But for whose benefit?" asked Carol. "I feel I am getting tremendous good from what has happened. I have learned wonderful new things about myself and I am more sexually content than I have ever been.

"There is one other thing," she continued. "I have no desire for sex with anyone outside our little group. Only with those included among us."

Carol looked at Cynthia as she spoke.

Cynthia felt heat building in her body, lust, desire. It came out of nowhere and found her ready.

"I think we need to prepare ourselves for Rick's next visit," Cynthia sounded flustered, unusual for her.

Edna stayed silent. She was not sure what her role was. She felt her pussy getting wet and her body felt the beginnings of lustful desire. She would watch and act if the time came. She thought, though, that she had to take some action soon. The bed was prepared upstairs, but maybe something more immediate was needed; something that would get things started.

She went upstairs to her linen closet. She pulled down a couple of comforters and sheets. She tossed the quilts downstairs and tossed several pillows after them. She carried the linen with her as she came back down the stairs. Lucy saw what she had in mind and came to help her. Carol and Cynthia followed. Between them they cleared the area in front of the couch. They laid out the quilts and covered them with sheets. They moved one of the living room chairs to the edge of the bed area too. They were all laughing by the time they were done and pheromones were heavy in the air.

Their clothing was next. They had all kicked their shoes off while making up the bed. Their dresses, skirts or blouses were next. Bras were unhooked and breasts bared. Panties slid down shapely legs and hot feminine scents released.

Carol wanted Cynthia, she wanted to lick at the older woman's cunt and feel her body quiver with orgasmic bliss. Lucy too wanted Cynthia, but Edna embraced her and whispered for her to wait. She led Lucy to the couch. She sucked at the girl's tits and played with her pussy to make her wet. As she caressed Lucy Edna whispered to her.

"Wait, you'll know when. Let things happen."

Lucy accepted her words and returned her caresses.

With their lips locked in a hot kiss Cynthia and Carol sank to their knees on the made up bed. Carol pushed the older woman onto her back. Cynthia spread her thighs and held her hands out to Carol. Carol, on her belly laid between the splayed thighs and pushed her face into Cynthia's hot, wet cunt. She moaned with delight when she felt Cynthia's hands twist in her hair.

"Now, Lucy," Edna whispered. "Now, sit on her face."

Lucy didn't hesitate, she fell to her knees next to Cynthia. Cynthia felt the girl's presence. She untangled a hand from Carol's hair and held it out to Lucy. It was all the invitation Lucy needed. She straddled Cynthia and rubbed her wet pussy over her face.

Cynthia responded with lust. Her arm held Lucy's hip. Her other hand stayed clasped in Carol's hair.

Lucy's fragrant wet cunt was intoxicating to Cynthia. She licked at her juices and sucked at her clit while she came with ever stronger orgasms. Eat and be eaten. It was so wonderful for the older woman. She had never before been in a threesome. It raised her to a level of bliss she had never imagined. Lucy came on her face, her young woman's juices tasting of musk and lust.

Edna watched. She pushed her finger into herself and felt her juices flow. She understood her place today. She was here to facilitate. To make it possible for Carol and Lucy and Cynthia to make love, to bond.

The scents of hot women were delicious to her heightened senses. She came on her fingers and sucked them to taste herself. A gap was closing, it was small now. There were only a few others left.

Edna slid from the couch and knelt behind Carol. She lifted her friend's hips so she was on her knees while she continued to bring Cynthia to more orgasms. Edna lay on her belly and pushed her tongue into Carol's ready pussy. She licked her from behind and played her tongue over the clit. Carol had soon joined the chorus of satisfied sounds resonating in the room.

Cynthia pushed Carol's head away when she had enough. Lucy sensed it and lifted her pussy from the older woman's face. Carol swung around to Edna and they ate each other's wet cunts until both had a couple of orgasms.

Lucy and Cynthia laid together, holding each other exchanging warm kisses as they watched Edna and Carol making love. Lucy leaned over, lifted Cynthia's tit and took it in her mouth. She sucked and nibbled at the firm nipple as Cynthia sighed with pleasure.

Lucy's fingers played at Cynthia's pussy. Sliding between the puffy labia to slide over her clit, to start her juices flowing again. Lucy was whispering in her ear, words of endearment. Telling her how desirable she was, how the young woman wanted to make love to her; to eat her pussy

Lucy rolled onto her back bringing Cynthia with her to lie atop her body. Her hands urged Cynthia, her whispers animated her.

Cynthia, older and more experienced, straddled Lucy's face. The young woman eagerly raised her head to bury her face in the wet pussy above her. Her tongue, her lips and her teeth pleasured Cynthia to a quick orgasm. The first of many that were to increase in strength and intensity.

Carol was satiated. She and Edna rolled apart and exchanged kisses of love and thanks. Carol lay supine, but Edna knew there was more. She crawled the few feet to Lucy, pushed her legs apart and buried her face in her flowing cunt. She pushed a finger into her own pussy to make herself cum as she sucked at Lucy's cunt. She was soon cumming with the other two.

Lucy was in heaven. Orgasms ripped through her body. Cynthia was cumming on her face, juices flowed onto her as she ate the succulent cunt above her. Her pussy was delighted with the attention it was getting from Edna. How much more pleasure could she take?

It was Cynthia who was satisfied first. She lifted herself from Lucy's face and collapsed alongside her. Lucy gently pushed Edna back and lay totally relaxed, spent.

The women sprawled on the makeshift bed. Three dozed off. Edna was awake but blissfully relaxed; her mind drifted to thoughts of Rick and the other women. She had tasted the juices on the other three ladies. She had tasted Lucy's and Carol's pussies. Her own juices were on Carol's face, there was more of her own on her fingers. She had sucked them clean.

Edna let her mind wander. The tastes were telling her all was right. That another gap was almost closed. It would be complete by the time the day was over. Cynthia's juices had a taste of decision, something to be decided soon. She dozed off feeling contented.

Cynthia dreamed of Carol. Delightful fantasies of the orgasms Carol had sent cascading through her body. She dreamed of the other woman's naked body, of her lovely cunt surrounded by its halo of hair. Her mouth watered in her sleep, her tongue licked her lips. She wanted to give Carol the same pleasure that Carol had given her. She wanted to be between Carol's thighs eating her wet pussy and making her cum.

Edna dreamed of Lucy, Lucy dreamed of Edna. They had made love before. They had enjoyed the sessions of Sapphic love between them, sometimes with Lucy's mother involved too. These two had the closest ties to Rick. Maybe they were drawn to each other.

Cynthia woke and stretched. Remembering her dream she looked over to Carol. The other woman was lying on her side. Her eyes were open, gazing at Cynthia. Cynthia smiled and licked her lip. Carol returned the smile and rubbed her pussy as if in invitation. 

Cynthia stood and took the few steps to Carol. She held out a hand; Carol took it and stood with her. Cynthia led her to the chair they had left at the edge of the bed area. Carol sat, Cynthia knelt. No words had been spoken, none were needed.

Carol's legs parted. Her pussy was as lovely as Cynthia had imagined it. Her pubic hair indeed like a halo. Cynthia rubbed her face against the other woman's bush. She kicked at the juices of her cunt. She tasted the nectar and licked at her clit.

Cynthia felt a thrill as Carol's body quivered from an orgasm. She sucked Carol's clit and pushed two fingers into her, searching for the spot that Rick had found.

Carol squealed in ecstasy when Cynthia found her spot. Orgasms overcame her; they raced, one after another, through her body. She rose to ever higher stages of passion and reached the point where she squirted.

For the second time, ever, Carol had squirted. She was beyond knowing; only the orgasmic bliss mattered.

To Cynthia it was a wonderful gift. She let the cum pour from Carol, to coat her face, her tits. To run down her belly to her own nest of pubic hair. She gloried in it. It was a first; a glorious, delicious first.

Edna heard Carol's exultant shriek. It woke her, she knew the gap had closed. Cynthia had bonded to Carol. They were all united now, as if wedded.

Lucy was next to her, she had heard Carol too. They rolled toward each other and hugged tightly. They kissed, they fondled each other's tits and pussies. They aroused each other and watched Cynthia bathing her body in Carol's cum.

Carol almost fainted from the intensity of the joy rushing through her body. She wanted to stay there, in that wonderful world of bliss that Cynthia had sent her to; but she couldn't, her body couldn't take more. She felt herself ready to faint.

"Stop," she murmured weakly. "Please stop."




A Mother's Love in 1949 Ch. 06



Cynthia heard her. She, reluctantly pulled her face from Carol's fantastically savory cunt.

As Carol collapsed into the cushions of the chair Cynthia felt the presence of Edna and Lucy next to her. They pressed her to the mat. Edna kissed her open mouthed. She sucked Carol's cum from Cynthia's tongue and mouth. Lucy feasted on Cynthia's tits licking at the juices of her mother's pussy.

Lucy rubbed her tits against Cynthia's spreading the cum and juices over herself and Cynthia both. Edna broke the kiss with Cynthia and climbed over Lucy to bury her face in Cynthia's lush bush. She rubbed her face against the coarse hair, against the cum that had poured from Carol's hot pussy and run down Cynthia's body to collect in her nest of pubic hair. She rubbed the essences against her cheeks, all over her face. She tasted them, relished them. She moved to the pussy centered in the wild halo of hair. Cynthia's hot, wet and very aromatic pussy; scented with the juices that had flowed as she ate Carol's cunt. 

Edna ate Cynthia's pussy as Lucy sucked at her tits and exchanged hot kisses with her. Cynthia wanted more.

"Give me your pussy," she told Lucy. "Bring her to me. Eat Edna, make a circle."

Lucy swung around to let Cynthia have her pussy. She groped at Edna to get her to turn toward her. Edna complied; she turned her body for Lucy to get to her pussy.

They made a circle of joy and ate each other until all had cum several times. They changed places so that everyone got to eat everyone else.

Carol sat in the chair totally spent from the fantastic orgasm she had experienced. She rubbed her pussy as she watched the others, happy to see everyone cumming. 

When all the women had been satiated it was midafternoon. Edna found the energy to put coffee on. They sat at the table, naked. Their talk was a little giddy. Even Cynthia, usually very composed, was giggly. It was an orgiastic high they all shared. One that would not be forgotten.

Eventually they realized they had forgotten lunch. Edna brought out a tray of the sandwiches they had prepared. The women all ate enough to take the edge off their hunger, but no one overate. They all had visions of yet more hot sex to come.

They went upstairs to the bedroom to nap. All of them laid together in a tangle of naked women and dozed off. It wasn't long before they had rested enough to start thinking of love again. It was less intense this time. Lucy and Cynthia paired up again. Edna smiled at Carol when she saw this. Cynthia appeared to have made a couple of conquests. Edna was happy, but not surprised, to see them all bonding so well.

Carol, too, was happy to see her daughter make love with Cynthia. She couldn't have told you why, just that it seemed right.

Carol held out her arms to Edna and the two were soon kissing hotly and fondling tits and pussies. They were familiar and comfortable with each other. Each knew how to please the other. They were soon eating each other's pussies with fingers sliding into vaginas searching for g-spots.

Cynthia was kneeling on the floor eating Lucy's cunt as she sat on the edge of the bed. Lucy caressed her head with one hand and fondled her own breasts with the other.

Cynthia was again experiencing the strange submissive feeling she had felt when she knelt to give Rick a blowjob. It did not trouble her, in fact she felt a tingle of joy at the thought. As she licked and sucked at Lucy's pussy her fingers caressed her own clit. She was cumming herself, along with the younger woman whose cunt she was eating.

Lucy was not feeling dominate. It fact she was feeling nothing but sensational orgasms chasing each other through the cells of her body. Lucy's juices flowed as Cynthia sucked at her clit, her thighs pressed on Cynthia's head, her heels drummed on her back. 

The sounds and the scents of hot women cumming affected them all. It reinforced already aroused libidos and intensified already strong orgasms. All the women were cumming. Juices flowed; muffled cries sounded, muted by soft pussies. The bedroom was bathed in the lovely fragrance of hot women's cum.

They needed a rest afterward. They dozed off together on the bed. It was getting dark outside when they started to wake up again. No one was in a hurry to do anything. They all laid on the bed enjoying the pleasant relaxed feeling that is the result of good sex.

Edna stirred and decided to heat up the stew for supper. She put it on the stove and went to the bathroom to pee and brush her teeth. Back in the bedroom she put a robe on. The other women got up too. They met in the kitchen for coffee. All were wearing robes they had brought with them.

The after sex languor stayed with them as they sat at the table. Few words were spoken, but smiles flashed between ladies. Or, often, simply to oneself.

Edna served the stew and poured wine for everyone. She had been saving a few bottles for special occasions. She thought that the day they were having qualified. All the ladies had a couple of glasses and Edna opened another bottle.

The talk turned to Rick and their plans for him.

"Tell me Edna," Cynthia said. "How do we bring Rick into the fold? To make love with two, or more of us."

"I assume we'll be making love with each other too," Carol put in.

"Yes, or at least I think that's the idea," Edna responded to Carol first. "And, Cynthia, I don't know yet. Why don't we all make a plan together?"

"Edna," Lucy was hesitant. "Haven't any of the tastes given you messages on how to proceed?"

"Well, I don't get messages, as such. It's more like I know it's the right time for something, or that something is supposed to happen."

"Well he's coming home for Thanksgiving. Do you see anything about then?" Carol asked.

Edna thought for a long moment. "It could be, I can't tell." She was silent again.

She looked at the other women. "That's all I know."

"Well I guess he'll have time to pay each of us a visit," Carol said with a laugh.

Edna poured everyone a glass of wine and the conversation moved on to other things.

Carol told Cynthia about their vibrator. Cynthia thought she might get one. "Why don't you visit some day and we'll try ours out with you. You can decide then if you want one."

Cynthia thought that a good idea and said she'd call when she could get some time free.

The conversation moved to the living room and went on for a couple of hours, helped along by a few glasses of Edna's wine and the fact that they felt sexually contented. A wide range of subjects were covered, very little of the talk was sexual in nature. None of the women drank enough to get more than slightly tipsy. They all knew there was more to come and wanted to be able to enjoy it.

Carol and Lucy sat close together on the couch. Edna and Cynthia occupied chairs facing them. Carol felt heat stirring in her pussy. Her mind drifted from the conversation to fantasies of sucking Rick's cock. Fantasies that morphed into visions of her face buried in a hot, wet pussy. She let her robe fall open freeing her breasts and opening her bush to view and letting her pheromones waft into the air.

Lucy was the first affected. She turned to her mother for a kiss that quickly turned hot and wet.

Edna looked at Cynthia with a smile. The fact that one wanted to make love with the other caused no embarrassment.

"Let's go back upstairs," Edna said. "I think it's time."

Back in the bedroom robes were shed. Carol and Lucy were soon entwined together on the bed. Cynthia took Edna's hand and they laid next to them.

Both couples were eating each other's cunts. Lips and tongues bringing partners to that exultant stage of bliss where nothing exists but the orgasms singing in the cells of one's body and the flesh and hot pussy of the woman with you.

Cum flowed from wet pussies. Gasps and moans told of thrills enveloping one's awareness. Scents and tastes filled the air.

******

Rick was aware. He just didn't know it. His roommate was out on the town. He had stayed home to write letters to his ladies. That activity soon had him in a state of horniness that had to be addressed.

He went to bed and, as he slowly stroked his cock, let his mind wander. First one, then another, of the woman swam through his mind. Their faces became their tits, became their pussies. One became two, two became four. He felt as if a woman's body pressed close on each side of him.

Threesomes were recent in his dreams. It was new, it was exciting. The blood throbbed in his cock as visions of woman eating woman flashed into his mind. Slowly, sensuously; he stroked his rigid cock. He tried to stay on the heightened plane of carnal fantasies where he found himself.

Pussies, hot women's bodies, tits and nipples; in his dreams all making love with him. Surrounding him pleasing him, pleasing each other. He knew them all. They were his lovers. The lovers waiting for him at home.

His cum exploded from him. He had never experienced such an intense orgasm from masturbating. Thrills echoed through his body for long minutes afterward. They were still sending tingles through him when he started to drift off to sleep. Drifting off while dreaming of making love with his women two at a time, any two.

******

The women, too, were drifting off to sleep. They had pulled the covers over themselves and cuddled together as they dreamed of each other and Rick. Surprisingly, or maybe not, all the dreams of Rick involved, at least, one other woman. All four of the women dreamed of Rick at least once.

Carol woke first in the morning. She grabbed her robe and ran to the kitchen to get the coffee started. She hurried back upstairs to pee and brush her teeth, then back to the kitchen to turn the heat off under the coffee percolator. (Yes, there were electric coffee makers in those days, usually percolators; but they were quite expensive the average family made their coffee on the stove top using a variety of methods. The countertop coffee maker in common use today was many years in the future.)

Carol knew her way around Edna's home well enough to get things started. She poured herself a cup and sat to wait for the others. Cynthia was next. She and Carol exchanged a warm kiss. Edna showed up and more kisses were exchanged. Lucy slept late and the other women had started a second pot of coffee when she came downstairs.

The conversation involved much talk about how fulfilling everyone had found the previous day and night. Cynthia and Edna agreed that they would probably skip church. Everyone laughed about that.

Edna and Carol cooked breakfast for everyone, then Cynthia and Lucy washed the dishes. They touched each other often as they worked. They sat back at the table with more coffee and Rick came up again.

"I dreamt about him with us last night," Carol said. "We were all making love with him and with each other. He was participating happily"

The other women all echoed her, although, in most of the dreams it was only two women with Rick.

"That's quite a coincidence," Cynthia said thoughtfully. "Did anyone's dream tell you when it was happening?"

No one answered.

Carol described some of her dreams. How Rick would often have one woman impaled on his cock while another straddled his face having her pussy eaten. In another scene Rick would take one of the ladies from behind while she ate another woman's cunt.

The talk got the women horny again and they moved to the makeshift bed they had made in the living room. Lucy took Cynthia's hand and led her to the couch. 

Cynthia let her robe fall open and sat. She spread her legs open for Lucy to kneel between them. Lucy put Cynthia's legs over her shoulders and put the older woman's hands on her head. She pushed her face into Cynthia's eager pussy. To lick, to suck, to make her cum.

Lucy's fingers found her own clit and brought herself to an orgasm as she pushed her other hand into Cynthia's cunt to find her spot. Both women were cumming with loud gasps and quivering bodies. Cynthia's fingers twisted in Lucy's hair holding her a happy prisoner at the hot cunt she ate. Cynthia's heels drummed on her back accompanied with cries of "don't stop".

Edna was on the mat with Carol between her legs. They knew how to bring each other to intense orgasms. Edna was soon shuddering and crying out in passion as Carol found her g-spot and sucked at her clit.

For Carol the mere act of eating a hot, wet cunt was enough to send blissful thrills dancing through her body. The taste of Edna's juices, the musky scent of her pussy; stronger now after hours of sex play, were enough to send her into exciting orgasms.

They switched partners. Carol buried her face in Cynthia's cunt. Lucy moved to the mat with Edna. Edna tasted Cynthia's juices and cum on Lucy's face when they kissed. She felt the excitement that Cynthia felt about the union of all the women. Lucy and Edna switched to a sixty-nine position and happily ate each other's pussies.

For Carol it was another experience with what she loved best. Eating another person, in this instance Cynthia's luscious pussy. Hers, like Edna's had been, was stronger and muskier from the amount of sexual stimulation it had received. It suited Carol quite well. She eagerly licked at Cynthia's juices and sucked her clit so even more juices would flow from her.

Everyone rested until lunch time. Edna warmed up the chili and served the remaining sandwiches. She poured them all wine with the meal. The ladies all limited themselves to a couple of glasses this time.

They relaxed in the living room after lunch until the Cynthia stood and said she was ready for more. On the mat they formed a circle of joy. All ate one of the other's pussy. They switched after several loud orgasms and continued the four way until all were sated.

They rested again, but they were all replete. It was midafternoon when Carol went to the kitchen to make coffee. They all joined her, in their robes once again.

Cynthia said she would have to be leaving soon, that she was totally satiated. Carol and Lucy agreed that any more would be redundant. They were all giddy from the thrills they had experienced. Their bodies relaxed and satisfied. Their libidos calmed and soothed.

Edna told them they were welcome to use her shower, but all declined.

"My thighs are covered with my juices. My face and breasts smeared with other women's nectar." Lucy explained. "I find myself liking the sensation. Maybe that's a little obscene, but I want to enjoy it as long as I can." The others agreed.

They dressed. Except for Edna, she just got a robe from her bedroom. They all helped fold up the quilts. The linen went in the laundry. They all kissed, hugged and left for home.

Lucy drove Carol home. She spent the night, but they didn't make love. Both were replete. They snuggled together naked and slept well. 

Cynthia arrived home and found herself strangely lonely. The wild days and night of love she had experienced had left her with a vague feeling of wanting more. Not that night, though, in the future.

They've become almost like a family to me.she thought, with some surprise. I want to be with them.

The morning after the four way sapphic orgy Cynthia woke with a decision made. It was part of the plan that had been coming together in her mind since she first became a lover with Rick.

When she arrived at the store she closed the door to her office and made several phone calls. Satisfied with the responses she got she called Edna.

Cynthia told Edna she was interested in buying farmland. Since Edna knew far more about it than she did. Could Edna help her finding land and advise her about values? Edna agreed readily. Cynthia suggested that they start right away, would tomorrow be okay? Edna didn't see why not and it was agreed that Cynthia would pick her up about nine in the morning.

Cynthia next ran down her assistant and told him he would be in charge the rest of the week. That she would be in occasionally, but that she had business to attend to that would take up a lot of time. She passed the word on to a few other people in charge of various departments.

Tuesday morning Cynthia arrived at Edna's right on time. Edna offered her coffee before they left. While they waited for the coffee to perk Cynthia told Edna what she had done.

"I'm selling my store, Edna. The grocery business is changing and big chain stores are the coming thing. I can sell to one of them, or they can build their own store to compete with me. I decided to sell while the market is good."

"I'm surprised," Edna responded. "Your store is almost an institution in this town."

"I had to think long and hard before I did decide to sell. I have my employees to think about, but the new owners agreed to keep them on." Cynthia paused. "We need to keep this quiet for a few days until I have a chance to tell them first."

"I won't mention it," Edna assured her.

The coffee was ready and Edna served it.

"I think there might be several farm properties coming up for sale in the next year or two." Edna told her. "The man who rents our land has mentioned retirement several times lately. There are a couple of others in the area that might feel the same."

"I would like any property I buy to be close to yours, Edna. I have thought that Rick might be able to manage it."

"That's a possibility," Edna told her. "Or we could rent your property."

They finished their coffee and got on the way. Edna showed Cynthia several farms in the area including hers and Rick's. They stopped at the house and looked it over. It was in better shape than Edna thought it would be, but still needed considerable work. 

There was a village near the farm. Edna showed Cynthia around. It was big enough for a small grocery store, a restaurant, bank, post office and two gas stations. Edna took Cynthia to meet a realtor in the village who often handled farm land. They stopped to see the neighboring farmer, the one who rented the land. He seemed to find the idea of selling his farm an attractive idea. No price had been mentioned yet and Cynthia said she would want the house too. It was quite a large place. They had brought up five kids, but none of them was interested in taking over the farm. They had all gone to college and moved away for careers in the cities. 

They drove back to the city. Cynthia invited Edna to dinner to thank her for her help. They ate at one of the city's better restaurants. Cynthia was well known there. She drove Edna home and was invited in. They kissed as soon as the door was closed and were soon in the bedroom making passionate love.

Afterwards they talked. About Cynthia's sale of the store and her future plans.

"I want to stay close to Rick," she confided to his mother. "I know I'm so much older, but he makes me feel so young."

"Of course you must stay close to him, Cynthia. You're one of us, we're all bonded now."

"Tell me, Edna," Cynthia asked. "Have you ever thought about all of us living together a group?"

Edna looked at her, surprised. "I have had some vague thoughts along those lines, but nothing very explicit."

"I'm starting to think of all of you as my family, or maybe my mates." Said Cynthia, her voice a trifle wistful.

"I'll let you know if something occurs to support that notion," Edna told her.

Within a week the deal to sell the store was made firm. Cynthia called her employees together and told them the news. There would be a short transition period while new management took over. They would all keep their jobs with the new company. She thanked them all for their loyalty and hard work. There were tears in her eyes when she finished speaking. She called Edna and went to visit her.

Cynthia wrote to Rick telling him of her decision. The sale of the store did not especially surprise him, but buying farm land did. He thought he would have to learn more about what she was thinking.




A Mother's Love in 1949 Ch. 06



Other things happened after the four woman get together. After talking to Edna Lucy wrote to Rick telling him that the four women had all met. That she liked Cynthia very much and that they had all four gotten along well together. She signed the letter 'Love, Lucy'. That last was her own idea.

Rick was surprised when he read the first part of the letter. Surprised and worried that they had all met. He had thought that no one but his mother knew there were others. That each of them thought they were his only lover. As he read on, however, his fears calmed. When he saw that she had signed the letter 'Love Lucy' he knew things were okay. The other women also wrote about their get together, but none of them added any details.

It was the first time the word love had been used between Rick and Lucy, or with any of the women except Edna. He didn't know how to take it at first. After thinking about it for a day he decided he liked it. His next letter to her he signed 'Love Rick'.

After that letter Rick's dreams of making love with two of the women at a time became the norm for him. He could almost taste the hot pussies in his dreams. 

Lucy's letters told him of having breakfast with his mother. He immediately thought of them making love with each other. In another letter she mentioned how well she was getting along with her own mother. One would think there would be feelings of jealousy between us, she wrote. But there isn't. It's as if sharing you has brought us closer. That was the first time the fact that the women shared Rick was actually mentioned.

What Lucy didn't say in her letter was that she had written it after a steamy session with her mother.

That letter, of course, caused Rick to dream of mother and daughter making love together. He didn't know if what he saw in his dreams was the way things happened, or not. Porn was not common in those days. There were occasional movies that would be shown at men's 'smokers'; pictures were passed among teenaged boys to titillate their sexuality. But he thought that two women would eat each other much like he and one of his ladies ate each other.

As the dreams continued he saw himself as a participant more often. Here again he was unsure how to go about it. He often dreamt that Cynthia was a part of the threesome. She, being more experienced, was often the guide to the others.

The women, in Rick's absence, had regular trysts among themselves. Usually two of them for a one on one. But Lucy did join Edna and Cynthia one Sunday afternoon, Carol was under the weather. It was a delightfully fragrant and very tasty get together. She found herself feeling even more affectionate towards the two older women.

Cynthia joined Carol one afternoon to learn about the vibrator. She had dildos of her own that she used on occasion; seldom now that she had started her affair with the other women. But she had never tried any mechanical stimulation.

These vibrators were advertised in woman's magazines, usually towards the back. Sexual uses were never mentioned, but a picture was always part of the ad; usually a pleasant looking woman using one to massage her shoulder. The picture clearly showed the shape; a smooth cylinder with a bullet like end. One had only to look at it to understand the possible uses. 

The women lay on the bed together and Carol went down on Cynthia to get her ready. When Cynthia was good and wet Carol sucked on the older woman's tits, and exchanged hot wet kisses with her. She slid the vibrator into Cynthia's ready cunt on low setting. As Cynthia rose to her first orgasm Carol turned the setting to high. Cynthia squealed out her joy and pleasure. As Carol moved the toy to her clit she came with shudders and more shrieks of ecstatic delight.

Carol wanted to suck, to eat the hot wet pussy she had been bringing to intense, wet orgasms. She kissed her way to Cynthia's pussy, she lay between her thighs. She pushed the vibrator deep into the other woman's pussy and took her clit between her lips. She sucked and nibbled at the hard nubbin as Cynthia's legs clasped her tight. Cynthia's hands twisted her hair to the point of delicious pain. Carol's face was pulled into the wet pussy she was pleasuring as Cynthia's heels drummed on her back.

Cynthia collapsed when she was about to faint from the ongoing pleasure. They rested together. They got up to have coffee and a snack.

Back in the bed Carol showed Cynthia how she could play-fuck her with the vibrator. Cynthia showed Carol something she had been taught some years before by one of her women lovers. How to rub their clits together and bring each other to orgasms. They worked to perfect the technique and the ladies experienced several mutually agreeable orgasms.

Carol's pussy was wet and ready when Cynthia rolled on top of her and slid the vibrator into her pussy. Carol came almost from the start. She grasped Cynthia with arms and legs. She raised her hips as she gasped in the joy of a body lying on hers and fucking her. She came and came again as Cynthia pumped the toy cock into her eager cunt.

Carol indicated she was satisfied and Cynthia rolled off her. She and Carol hugged and exchanged kisses. Carol was telling her how great it had been.

"Would you like to try it, Cynthia?"

"No, Honey," Cynthia responded. "I liked the toy, but I think I could like it too much. I'll probably get one, though, just in case."

The ladies parted with hugs and hot kisses. At home Cynthia found one of the ads and ordered two for herself.

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It was time for Rick's his first break, over the Thanksgiving holiday. There would be classes on Wednesday, but he decided to skip them. That was a tougher decision than one might think. He was a good student and quite serious about his education. He was able to get away in midafternoon on Tuesday for the six hour drive home. (The roads were two lanes with many towns on the way. There were no interstates at that time and rural areas had very few four lane highways. So what today would be about a three hour drive took twice as long.)

His thoughts on the trip, quite naturally, were about his mother and the other women. I wonder if I can keep them all happy. he thought. I wonder if I should make love with two of them at a time? Would Mom go for that? Would any of them? How can I even find out? His thoughts continued, along the same lines the rest of the trip. He imagined one of them making love with one of the others. Carol and his mother, Lucy and Cynthia; all possible combinations.

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Edna was waiting for him at home. She wore her ivory satin nightgown. She had dabbed on a touch of perfume and tried to make herself as alluring as possible. He walked in the door and dropped his bag by the stairs. She was in his arms immediately covering him with kisses and wetting his face with her tears of happiness.

She had his dinner ready for him. After he ate he carried his bag upstairs and showered. Naked he joined his mother in the bedroom.

They kissed again, hungrily. Their tongues danced and twirled around each other. He pulled the bodice of her nightgown down to expose her nipples and eagerly sucked at them. He slipped his hand under the nightgown to feel her hot wet pussy.

She sat up and pulled the nightgown over her head. She didn't want anything between them. She wanted to feel his flesh against hers. She wanted to feel his hard cock against her thighs, against her tits, against her lips. She wanted to feel him inside her, fucking her; but this wasn't the right time.

They mutually went into a sixty-nine position and greedily sucked and licked at each other's sex. Both came quickly. He had been without sex, except for his hand, since he had left for school. She had several experiences with the other ladies, but none for over a week.

His cum filled her mouth, but he softened only slightly. She kept him in her mouth as she came from his sucking and licking. She swallowed his cum after tasting it. His cock returned to full throbbing hardness. The room was filled with the sounds of lovemaking. Of gasps and moans muffled by cocks and pussies filling mouths. 

Her juices poured from her, he lapped them up like a glutton. She felt the heat of his slick cum as it, once again, gushed into her eager mouth. They kissed. Both with mouths full of cum. They let it flow between them delightfully blending.

She tasted him again. The others were there in her tasting. It felt right. It was time.

They laid together, resting after their mutual orgasms. Rick, tired from traveling though he was, had something on his mind. He decided to feel his mother out.

"Mom, Lucy wrote me that all four women had met together. It had to be you who set it up."

"It was," Edna replied. "It was time."

Both mother and son had the same thing in mind, but neither knew that the other had the same goal.

"They all got along fine. We've formed a bond between us." Edna continued.

"A bond that includes me, I hope," Rick said. 

"Definitely," Edna responded. "You are the glue that brought us together."

"I sometimes wonder if I can take care of all of you, and give you satisfaction." Rick tentatively took another step.

"You're doing fine, Rick. We all love you."

"You all love me? No one but you has ever mentioned love. Except maybe Lucy. She signs her letters Love Lucy. I didn't think it meant much."

"It does, Rick." Edna didn't elaborate.

Rick went a little further. "I have dreams about all of you. Sometimes about more than one."

Edna happily took the bait. She kissed him with a little tongue making it hot.

"Are you saying you'd like to make love to more than one of us at a time?" she asked in a tone of faux sternness.

He didn't answer, he could feel himself blushing.

"Is that really what you'd like?" Still with the same tone.

"Well - it might be fun," he was stammering.

"Go to sleep, Baby. You've had a long day. And you have people to see tomorrow."

She rubbed Rick's back, petted him and gave him warm kisses until he fell asleep. She slipped out of bed when he was sleeping soundly and called the others. Her message was simple. "He's ready."



A Mother's Love in 1949 Ch. 07



My apologies for the delay publishing this chapter. I have been under the weather for several weeks.

This story involves incestuous relationships.

All characters are eighteen years of age or older.

This is a continuing story, you may want to read the earlier chapters for background.

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A brief recap

In 1949, before birth control pills were developed, the overriding concern of women regarding sex was the fear of becoming pregnant.

Rick was a short, skinny boy who had turned eighteen without a girlfriend and still a virgin. His mother worried about his lack of popularity with girls. She taught him how to eat pussy. She had him practice on her until he became proficient. (Many men wouldn't eat a woman in those days.) She thought women would be more interested if they could have oral sex, with no threat of pregnancy.

His mother led her friend Carol to him. Carol was thrilled to have her cunt licked and sucked. She wanted more, but she had agreed to tell at least one other woman about him. Carol passed his name on to Mrs. Gaffney (Cynthia). She owned a local grocery where Rick worked part time. Mrs. Gaffney became the third woman in his life.

Carol and her daughter Lucy became incestuous lovers. Carol suggested Lucy get to know Rick. She had a date with him that ended up with a memorable session of mutually enjoyable oral sex. Licking and sucking if you prefer.

While Rick was away at college. Carol and Lucy became lovers with Edna. Edna also began a love affair with Cynthia. All four women got together for a four way, all woman orgy.

Rick is home for Thanksgiving holiday. He had spent the previous night with his mother and hinted to her that he would like to try a threesome. The ladies all wanted the same thing, but Edna was coy in her responses to Rick. After he went to sleep she called the other women and told them he was ready. They put their plan in motion.

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Rick slept late the next morning. He woke totally relaxed. He came downstairs, in his bathrobe, for his morning coffee. Lucy was seated at the table with his mother. She stood and ran to Rick to give him a hug and welcoming kiss. The kiss got a little hot before they broke apart. His mother stood too and came close. She waited until the kiss was complete before she pressed her body against his. He stood with a woman on either arm, both indicating horniness.

Edna was wrapped in a robe, but Lucy was dressed in a very nice dress with nylons and heels. Her makeup was carefully done. The dress, and heels made her legs and butt look lovely.

"What a nice surprise," he said with a broad smile; thrills ran up his spine.

It was a surprise. Since waking the main thing on his mind was whether he could convince his mother to try a threesome. Despite her stern tone the night before he had detected a hint of interest.

The women were relaxed, happy that he had accepted their offering.

"Do you have a plan?" He asked with a smile.

"Only to make love," his mother said saucily. Both women were pressing their bodies against him.

To Rick it was his fantasies come true.

"We want it all," Lucy added.

The women led him to the table, served him coffee and, after he had finished a cup, breakfast. They fussed over him and tried to take care of his every need. He finished breakfast and they gave him another cup of coffee. His mother let her robe slide off her shoulders to display her body clad in panties, garter belt and nylons. Her nipples were firm and erect. Moderate heels on her feet emphasized her shapely legs and butt.

Lucy turned to let Edna to slide the zipper down on the back of her dress. She let it fall to the floor leaving her with a very sheer slip. It was obvious she wore no bra or panties under it. The shadow of her bush showed through the sheer fabric. The dark circles of her areolas were emphasized by her firm nipples poking through the fabric to make little tents. With her nylons and heels she was an attractive sight.

He finished his coffee, somewhat hurriedly. He stood and held out his arms to both women. They all hugged. He kissed them both.

They separated enough to all go upstairs. In the bedroom Lucy pushed the robe off his shoulders and he let it fall. His cock was throbbing standing straight in front of him.

The two women pushed him onto the bed and turned to each other. He watched with a sense of pleased wonderment as they exchanged a hot kiss. Lucy pushed Edna's panties down her legs and Edna kicked them off her feet. This was the stuff of fantasies. The dreams of teenaged boys.

They separated, both with wet pussies. Edna straddled his face. Her nylon sheathed legs against his cheeks. Her open negligee framed her body as he gazed up at her. He raised himself to her pussy; his eager tongue licked at her dew flecked labia. His tongue slid into his mother's hot cunt and he heard her gasp of pleasure. He licked at her clit, he sucked her juices. He felt the shudders in her body as she came on his face.

Lucy was kneeling beside them. Even as he ate his mother's pussy she and Lucy were exchanging kisses and fondling each other's tits. Lucy waited until Edna had an orgasm before she broke the kiss and leaned down to let her lips slide over Rick's pulsating cock.

She knew he wouldn't last long. That is why she had waited. She held him in her mouth, motionless for a few moments. She wanted to feel him, to feel the blood throbbing into his hard shaft.

She felt Edna cum again and began to slide her lips along his rigid length. Her tongue caressed his glans and he exploded into her mouth. She felt her mouth fill with his hot thick cum as he thrust his cock into her. She savored the taste. His flavor was strong, manly.

With her mouth full of the creamy cum she rose up on her knees and embraced Edna for a deep kiss. Rick continued to eat his mother's cunt, but he was aware of the women kissing and letting his cum flow between them. Tasting, sharing; a sense of love between the women expanding to include Rick. Turning in on itself the emotion became a love for Rick that included both of them.

Rick patted Edna's hip. She lifted herself from his face. He pulled Lucy down to himself for a kiss. Hot, wet, to share the cum still in her mouth. Edna followed with her own kiss; Open mouthed, sloppy.

He pulled Lucy close. "You need to cum," he told her. "I need you to cum."

Edna was on his other side. Snuggled close.

"Would you like to watch us, Rick? Would you like to see how we make love together?"

"We can show you, Sweetheart," Lucy spoke softly on his other side. "Your mother can make me cum for you. We can do it for you. You can get nice and hard again for us while you watch."

The women meant exactly what they said. They wanted to make love together so he could watch. Yes, they would enjoy it. Yes, they wanted to for themselves. But, for him was the overriding reason.

Rick was excited by their words. "Yes," he told them. "Do it for me, Show me."

Lucy climbed over Rick into Edna's open arms. Their lips met in a fervent kiss. Their hands fondled each other's tits. Rick heard gasps of lust as the women's bodies twisted together in their passion. Lucy still wore her slip. She pulled the bodice down and freed her tits for Edna's eager mouth. They still wore their nylons and heels.

Edna kissed Lucy's breasts, she pushed the hem of the slip up and tongued her navel. She lingered at the young woman's mons rubbing her face against the soft bulge. Lucy's legs opened for her. Her hands on Edna's head urged her toward her wet pussy. Edna pushed a pillow under Lucy's hips to raise her pussy. Her tongue licked the lovely labia of the girl and slid between the lips to find the succulent inner flesh of her cunt. Lucy gasped with delight and pressed Edna's head more firmly against her wet pussy. Her legs were over Edna's shoulders and her heels resting on her back.

Rick was entranced. He had only seen women making love in his fantasies, and a few pictures bootlegged among high school boys. His cock started to harden as an orgasm tore through Lucy's body.

As her orgasm subsided he wanted to kiss her and suck her tits while his mother ate her, but before he could move Edna turned and straddled Lucy to present her pussy for a sixty-nine. Lucy threw her arms over Edna's hips and lifted her face to Edna's pussy.

The room was soon redolent with the fragrance of hot sex. Rick's cum, pussy juices, lady cum. They combined into an intoxicating bouquet. The women broke apart. They kissed each other. Both kissed Rick.

"That was beautiful," he told them. "Wonderful to watch."

He pulled Lucy to him for a hot wet kiss. "I want to eat you," he murmured in her ear.

She smiled and turned to kiss Edna again. She gave all her attention to Rick after that. They kissed with wet, open mouths. He could taste the traces of his cum, and his mother's, on her lips and tongue.

Edna slid down to fondle his cock as he and Lucy kissed. He put his hands on Lucy's hips and guided her to straddle his chest. She lifted her slip to expose her pussy for him. Offering her lush bush and wet pussy lips to him. He pulled her over his face and raised his lips to her hot cunt. Lucy let the hem of her slip fall so that it draped over his face. For some reason he seemed to enjoy the sensation. With a muffled moan he sucked at her clit even harder.

As Lucy had done with her, Edna knelt beside them and exchanged a kiss with Lucy. Both women fondled the others beasts as their mouths twisted and tongues danced.

Lucy was cumming as Rick licked and sucked at her succulent pussy. Her gasps and moans were muffled by Edna's kisses. Kisses that Lucy returned with wet, open mouth. She rubbed her wet pussy over Rick's face spreading her nectar over him. He would moan with delight when she would return it to his probing tongue.

Edna broke the kiss and went back to Rick's throbbing cock. She let her lips engulf it. She was excited with the beat of his blood pounding into it. She took him as deep as she could and sucked him with love. She kept her body in contact with Lucy's so she could feel the young woman's orgasms as they chased through her body. Her fingers caressed her own clit so that she could enjoy orgasms for herself along with the others'.

She felt Rick's cum surging from his balls sooner than she thought he would cum. He moaned into Lucy's pussy as his cum gushed into his mother's mouth. Hot, creamy, thick, she relished it, cherished it.

He was softening. Edna kissed Lucy again letting her taste his seed. Lucy lifted herself from Rick's face and leaned down to kiss him with a whispered, "Thank you."

Lucy pushed her tongue into his mouth to taste her juices on his lips and tongue; to let him taste his own cum. Edna would give him more. She would suck Lucy's juices from his face, his mouth, his tongue.

Edna tasted them all; her juices, Lucy's, Rick's they were good. They tasted right.

The three rested. Rick dozed off. The women got up after an hour, or so. Edna got a sheer negligee from the closet. Leaving Rick asleep they went to the kitchen to make coffee and set the table for lunch. They took their coffee to the living room and sat together on the couch.

"It was what he wanted, wasn't it?" Lucy blurted out.

"I'm sure it was," Edna answered. "I wonder if he received messages when he tasted other women's juices on me."

They sat together silently. There was a closeness between them. A sentiment both welcomed.

"I'll go wake him," Lucy said. After a long pause.

Edna nodded in agreement. She went heat up lunch.

Lucy woke Rick by covering his face with kisses. He responded when he realized what was happening. His hand behind her head held her still for a deeper, loving kiss.

"Lunch is ready, Sweetheart," Lucy told him.

"You look very sexy in that slip," he told her as they went downstairs. "I liked making love with you while you were wearing it."

"I'm glad," she responded. "I like the way it feels on me."

They ate at the kitchen table. The meal was a stew that Edna had made with the idea of reheating it for quick meals.

Rick had some questions.

"I'm curious," he said. "How long have you two been making love, and what about Carol and Cynthia?"

"I think you'll have to wait for an answer until we're all together, Rick," his mother told him. "We'll tell you everything then and answer any questions. That will be tomorrow by the way. We're all going to have Thanksgiving dinner at Carol's."

Edna seemed quite definite. He decided that he could wait until the next day.

Rick was getting aroused all over again by the time they had finished lunch. The women looked alluring in their nylons and heels, covered only by sheer negligee or slip. Every time they moved about the shadows showed through; their pubes and areolas, a sight that was sure to make his dick hard. He licked his lip, he wanted to taste the two pussies. He wanted to lick and suck at them, drink their juices and make them cum.

He had visions of nylon clad thighs clasping his head; of heels kicking his back as she came with wild shudders.

Back in the bedroom Rick exchanged hot kisses with both women and they with each other. He fondled breasts and sucked at nipples. They kissed his body, his nipples too, and fondled his cock.

Rick rolled onto his back and with his hands on her hips guided Lucy to straddle him. As she brought her wet pussy over his face he lifted his head to lick at the swollen, dew flecked labia. Lucy pushed a pillow under his head and then lost herself in hedonistic pleasure.

Edna took his cock between her lips, but only for a moment. She grabbed a rubber from the bedside table and rolled it onto his rock hard dick. She straddled him behind Lucy and slowly, sensuously impaled her cunt on her son's cock.

She sighed as she felt him fill her. It was a little bit of a risk that day. It was a couple of days past what she considered safe. She took the chance, though. She needed him inside her stretching the walls of her pussy.

She reached her arms around Lucy to pinch her nipples and caress her tits. Lucy responded with a sigh and leaned back into Edna's body.

A thrill passed through Edna when she felt Lucy's body quivering with an oncoming orgasm. Rick felt it too. He sucked at her clit and pushed two fingers into her to her g-spot. Lucy trembled with the thrills overwhelming her. She cried out her joy and her nectar poured over his face. Her hands held Rick's face at her pussy, her nylon sheathed thighs caressed his cheeks.

Edna, too, was cumming. Her wet pussy sliding over Rick's cock bringing him ever closer to an orgasm. She kissed the back of Lucy's neck; her arms were around Lucy cuddling her tits.

Rick thrust hard into Edna's wet pussy, and again. His cum surged from him and with a wild cry he pushed his cock balls deep into his mother and his face into Lucy's fragrant pussy.

His cum surged again, Edna could feel its heat in her pussy. She wanted it. She wanted to feel it fill her pussy, but the rubber held it, prevented the pleasurable sensation that she desired. She could only imagine the warm, creamy, slickness of his seed. 

He was spent. His hard cock softening, he let his face drop from Lucy's hot, but very satisfied, pussy. His mother lifted herself from his flaccid dick. She rolled off him to lie beside him. Lucy too lifted her leg over him to lie on his other side.

Lucy pulled the rubber from his softening cock and sucked him into her mouth to lick his cum from it. Edna kissed his face, and mouth, and sucked his tongue; enjoying the taste of Lucy's lady cum.

Lucy and Edna kissed over Rick's body. They exchanged the essences in their mouths. Each kissed Rick, with love. With Rick between their naked bodies they fell asleep until evening.

They woke when it was getting dark outside. The late November days brought early nightfall. Edna got up first, and Lucy soon after her. Edna found her negligee to wear, Lucy was still in her slip. After Rick had told her he thought it was sexy she was reluctant to remove it. Both were still wearing garter belts and nylons. They had kicked their heels off before sleeping and found slippers to wear.

In the kitchen they started coffee, when it was ready they poured for themselves and sat, close together, at the table to sip it and complete their waking up. Their closeness felt comfortable to the two women. There was a contented feeling between them. Both had been well satisfied by the day's activities, but Lucy's pussy had an empty feeling that could be relieved by Rick's hard cock.

The women made sandwiches for supper. Lucy went to wake Rick. She did it as before, by covering his face with kisses. He smiled when he realized it was her.

He came down to the kitchen dressed in his robe. They poured him coffee. When he was fully awake they ate the sandwiches.

"You need to rest for a while, Rick," his mother told him. "Relax until bedtime. Maybe we can dance a little."

Edna got out a bottle of wine and glasses. She turned on the radio and turned to a music station she liked.

They all had a few sips of wine and listened for a few minutes. Perry Como came on singing 'Some Enchanted Evening', a song that had been number one in the late summer. It was easy to dance to and Rick stood and held out a hand to Edna. She shook her head no, grabbed Lucy's hand and put it in Rick's.

Rick's dancing had improved, a little, from the time he had danced with Edna. Cynthia had taught him a little so he could dance with her occasionally. Lucy was not great, but could dance reasonably well. They held each other close and swayed around the living room floor. For the next two hours Rick danced with one, or the other of the women whenever a slow number came on. He did not feel able to do any of the faster numbers.

They had another glass of wine when the program was over and went upstairs to the bedroom.

Lucy had made it quite plain, while dancing, that she wanted to be fucked. She had rubbed her belly against his sensuously; a time or two she had reached down and caressed his cock. He was only wearing a robe and his cock was uncontained and erect. The dancers found that they could push it up and it lay nicely between their bellies. Or, if pushed down, the cock would nestle in the lady's bush, the tip would rub against the top of her slit coming tantalizingly close to her clit. Either way was nice.

Edna had been quite satisfied, although the dancing had started to get her horny again. She wondered what it would be like to snuggle with a couple while they were fucking. Or, maybe watch. Edna had never watched a man and woman making love. She had always been a participant. She thought she'd like to observe, at least once.

Edna was perfectly happy to let Lucy have her turn. She caught Lucy's eye and winked at her. She nodded, too, to make sure the other woman got her meaning. Lucy smiled broadly and mouthed a silent thank you.

They all lay on the bed together. Lucy and Rick were exchanging hot kisses. Lucy fondling Rick's already hard cock. Edna gave them room. She knew she could make a threesome out of it, but she really did want to be an observer. Carol had told her how hot it had made her when she had watched her daughter eating Edna's cunt. Edna felt she might be inclined the same way. She wanted to try, at least.

Lucy rolled a rubber onto Rick's rock-hard cock. She could feel the pulsations in her hand. She laid beside him and pulled him on top. Her nylon sheathed legs were splayed for him. Her slip bunched at her waist, the bodice pushed down to free her tits. They were kissing wildly even as she guided his hard cock into her wet and willing pussy. She sighed as he filled her, as she felt him stretch the walls of her pussy. She was snug on his cock. She had always felt that he was a perfect fit.




A Mother's Love in 1949 Ch. 07



He plunged his cock into her. She raised her hips into his thrusts. She held him tight with arms and legs thrown over his back. Her feet locked over his ass and she lifted herself into him, into the driving force of his cock.

Her gasps of pleasure brought him joy of his own. Nothing pleased him as much as the pleasure of a woman he made love with. The friction of her nylons on his bare flesh brought him more pleasure.

She was cumming with gasps of, "Fuck me, Rick. Fuck me."

Edna watched, entranced. Her fingers, caressing her clit and filling her pussy, brought her to climaxes of her own. She was in her own world as she watched them; as if on a higher plane looking down at the couple making love.

Rick came with a wild cry. Electric thrills raced through his body; through his cock. Lucy cried out with him as his seed gushed from him.

They collapsed together. Lucy held him while he softened telling him how wonderful it had been. He listened to her words and felt a surge of ecstasy, happy that he had pleased her.

When he was soft Edna joined them again. This time it was her who pulled the rubber off his cock and licked his cum from his now flaccid dick. They slept after that. All three felt relaxed and pleasantly satisfied.

There was no sex in the morning. They would be going to Carol's for the holiday and Thanksgiving dinner about midafternoon. Lucy had breakfast with them then left to go home and change. She would be going to her mother's to help get things ready. She kissed both Edna and Rick warmly and thanked them for a wonderful day and night.

Edna and Rick rested a while after breakfast then showered and dressed. Edna packed a small suitcase with things they'd need.

At Carol's she and Cynthia had spent the night together. Cynthia had brought everything she needed with her; even her dildo and new vibrators, just in case. They were having breakfast together when Lucy called to let them know she was on her way. She told them that the threesome had been enjoyable, she would tell them more when she arrived. Carol and Cynthia had assumed that it had gone well. They would have heard if it hadn't.

The ladies had taken a page from their four way get-together at Edna's. They all contributed quilts, linens and pillows to spread on the living room floor. They had also put two beds together as they had done at Edna's house. The quilts were rolled up against a wall with linens and pillows next to them.

Most of the preparation for the dinner was done. It would not be a typical Thanksgiving feast. Rather it would be a lighter meal, one they planned with the idea of after dinner sex in mind. There would be a number of tasty dishes, but servings would be small.

Over breakfast Cynthia and Carol discussed Rick's coming visit.

"You know," Carol spoke wistfully. "I've never had him inside me, except my mouth. We've never fucked."

The women had started using such words between themselves. They found it enlivened their conversation when discussing sex.

"I'm surprised," Cynthia responded. "You missed something good."

"Maybe, Cynthia, but I've told you how much of a thrill I get from sucking his cock, or from eating you or one of the other ladies."

"I know exactly what you mean, My Dear," Cynthia told her. "But you love it when one of us fucks you with the vibrator."

"I do, don't I." Carol smiled. "Of course I can't get pregnant from a toy."

"You know," Cynthia mused. "If I could still get pregnant I would seriously consider it."

"Sometimes, when I'm making love with Rick, I do consider it," Carol responded. "But, I've always come to my senses before it was too late."

Both women laughed and went to the bedroom to dress for Rick's arrival. Both wore nylons, heels and garter belts. Neither wore a bra. Cynthia wore Rick's favorite negligee. Carol put on a bed jacket she had bought just to entice him. They helped each other touch up their makeup. They didn't shower. They had the night before and knew that the lovemaking they had enjoyed between themselves had left their pussies primed and succulent for Rick.

Lucy arrived, she had a small suitcase with her. She had brought lingerie, including a couple of nice slips, and makeup. She described the day and night with Edna and Rick.

"Rick was more than ready," Lucy told the other ladies. "It was something he wanted. He'll be ready for you two together too; I'm sure of it. Maybe even all of us, all four."

Lucy went upstairs to get ready. That only consisted of removing her dress and panties. She hadn't worn a bra and already had a slip on, nylons and heels too. She checked herself in the mirror. She thought she looked good. She heard Edna and Rick arriving downstairs. She gave her makeup a quick touch up and went down to greet them.

Both Cynthia and Carol greeted Rick with wild kisses and hugs. Cynthia got to him first, but she made room for Carol. They stood back, reluctantly, to let him get his coat off.

Edna had already removed her coat. She wore very little under it. A short bed jacket similar to Carol's. Nylons, heels and garter belt completed her costume. She had covered it with her coat for the drive to Carol's.

The other ladies thought it funny that she had come dressed, or undressed, that way and everyone had a laugh.

"It's a good thing Rick didn't have an accident," Cynthia said.

Carol served coffee and pastries. Rick was the only one at the table fully dressed. He was already hard and ready. The sight of four scantily clad women had been more than was needed to make his cock rigid. He was seated between Carol and Cynthia. Lucy was pouring everyone a second cup of coffee when he felt someone's fingers dancing on his hard shaft. No, two sets of fingers. To either side of him Carol and Cynthia were smiling broadly. They had plans for the young man.

The fingers were working at the zipper of his pants. He sent his hand to join them, guide them. His cock sprang free. The fingers moved to his belt. His belt and pants were open. He kicked off his shoes. Hands pushed at the waist of his pants, one on each side. He lifted his ass, they slid over his hips. His shorts followed. They were around his ankles. He pushed them off. The fingers returned to dance again over his, now fully exposed, hard on.

Edna and Lucy got busy spreading the quilts on the floor in front of the couch. They covered them with sheets and threw pillows randomly around the mat.

Carol and Cynthia were on their feet. They gripped his arms and urged him to stand. He did not resist. He went with them willingly as they led him to the couch. They took his shirt off him and followed with his t-shirt.

Cynthia was on the couch, her knees spread wide. Carol on her back on the floor. Her head between Cynthia's feet. Both women held their arms out to him.

He fell to his knees, straddling Carol's breasts. His balls played over them delighting her.

Cynthia caressed his head drawing him close. Closer to her hot wet cunt. Carol raised her face to his cock and let her wet mouth slide over it. He fucked her face while Cynthia clasped him to her pussy; to eat her cunt, to suck it, to make her cum. Cynthia's nylon clad thighs closed on his head, her hands wrapped themselves in his hair. Carol's arms clasped his hips.

He was aware that someone was eating Carol's pussy. Possibly someone else, in a chain, behind whoever it was.

His mind was focused on Cynthia's hot pussy. On the juices flowing from it into his eager mouth. To coat his tongue, his lips. Focused, too, on his throbbing cock being sucked by Carol. Her lips, her tongue, her teeth all working to bring him closer to a glorious orgasm.

Cynthia cumming, her pussy rubbing her juices over his face. Flowing so much that her essences were running down his chin and dribbling onto his chest.

Carol cumming beneath him, her pussy being eaten by another woman. Her ecstasy heightened by the erotic feel of his hard throbbing cock in her mouth. Either would be enough to bring her to a strong orgasm. Together they drove her to a pinnacle of sexual ecstasy.

An orgasm started building in his body. His cum surged from his balls to explode from his cock into Carol's lovely mouth. To gush into her as she was at the height of an orgasmic frenzy. It filled her hot mouth and flowed over her lips. 

With his hard on diminishing, Rick pulled away from a very satisfied Cynthia. He lifted himself off Carol and looked behind him to see Edna lifting herself from Carol's pussy and Lucy rolling away from Edna.

They all relaxed for a while, lying on the mat. Rick found himself with his mother on one side and Lucy on the other. Carol and Cynthia were snuggled together next to Lucy.

They had coffee and a snack at lunch time. Dinner would be midafternoon. They all put on robes they had brought with them. There was some conversation around the table. The ladies made it plain to Rick that their little gathering could last a couple of days, or more.

Carol laughed. "We didn't think you'd have time to get to all of us while you're home, so we are all here for you."

"And each other," added Cynthia. That got a laugh from all.

Rick was still confused about what was going on. When he had left for school he had no idea that the women were lovers. Now he found all four of them involved with each other.

"I think we should let Rick know this situation came about, and how it involves him." Said Edna.

"He does look a little confused, but happily so." Cynthia said. "The fact is, Rick, we are all involved with each other. You might consider us lesbians, but we don't think of ourselves that way. We are a tight knit little group that has one thing in common. You are our lover. Our man."

Edna spoke next. "We have no desire for anyone outside the group, or any man but you, My Dear."

Cynthia continued. "We'll get into all the details about how it all came about later, if you're interested. What you need to realize is that we are together for you. You are to be our lover. All five of us will be a lover to any of the others."

Carol had been silent, but she brought up what she considered an important point. "We expect you to be a lover to all of us, Rick, without favorites."

"We're your destiny, Rick. Your family." That from Lucy. She looked at him with love in her eyes. "

Carol and Edna got up and made drinks for everyone. They sipped their drinks and asked Rick if he had questions.

Rick thought. "I'm sure I'll have many, like how the relationships evolved. Right now I'm struck by the fact that Carol and Lucy's situation is so similar to mine and Mom's."

Lucy smiled at him. "It is, isn't it? I wonder if that is why I was so attracted to you right from the start."

"I'm glad you were," Rick smiled back. He looked around the table at the other women, "I'm glad you're all part of my life. It's important to me."

The ladies told Rick a few things while everyone was relaxing with drinks. About how Carol had sent an anonymous letter to Cynthia. About the series of events that led from Rick finding Carol's g-spot to Carol and Edna making love.

How that event worked to bring Lucy and Carol together as mother and daughter lovers.

Cynthia pointed out that she was somewhat of an outsider. Since she was not part of either family.

"You're part of us now," Edna told her. "I felt from your first time with Rick that you were an important part. We may not know everything yet, but we will."

The conversation veered into other areas. Rick's schoolwork, for instance. They talked until dinner time. The first rush of sex had relaxed them all.

All the women worked to get the dinner on the table. It was a great meal. The ladies had put some thought into it. After dinner everyone helped clear the table and wash the dishes. Coffee was served with an after dinner liqueur.

Robes were being shed as the coffee was sipped. They had been worn to allow Rick a respite as they talked and had dinner. The women were ready again, Rick's cock was hardening as women's bodies were revealed.

He was led back to the couch. His mother sat with him and they kissed hungrily.

"You need to eat all their pussies," she told him. She spoke softly with love in her voice. "That is what you were taught. I'll be last."

"Of course, Mom, That's what I want to do."

Cynthia had already had her pussy eaten by Rick. Edna moved to join her on the mat. Lucy took her place on the couch. They exchanged kisses and Lucy pushed the top of her slip down to let her tits free for him. He sucked at them, he nibbled at the firm and enlarged nipples. His hand slid under the silk slip so his fingers could dace over her pussy. His finger slipped between her swollen labia to rub her clit and caress the inner lips.

He slid off the couch to his knees in front of her. She lifted the hem of her slip and spread her legs to give him access. Rick kissed her nylon covered thighs and rubbed his cheeks sensuously against them. His fingers parted the lips of her pussy and he gazed at the red inner tissues; so lovely, a sight he had come to love.

He softly blew on her clit and his tongue traveled far into her vagina. He licked her and sucked her. She gasped with ecstatic gratification as she came on his face. She thrust her pussy at him and grasped his hair to hold him close. Her thighs clasped his head and her heels pressed on his spine.

Her pussy flowed with her delicious liquors. Every taste drove him to greater efforts. The feel of the nylons against his cheeks as she scissored her legs to make them rub against his face thrilled him.

She came a last time with a shudder and a squeal of carnal bliss. It was enough for her, she could take no more. She pushed his head back and collapsed against the back of the couch. Her legs were lewdly spread, she lacked the energy to close them.

His cock was hard. He was aroused. His love of eating pussy was manifest. He wanted more; more of the thrills that ripped through him when a woman came on his face.

Carol was waiting, lying on her back on the mat. Her ass was already propped up on a pillow, but her legs were still closed. Her bed jacket was open to show her tits and she held her arms up to him.

Rick crawled across the mat to her. He looked at his mother as he did. She smiled at him and nodded. Carol pulled him close and opened her mouth for a kiss.

When they broke for air Carol said. "That was wonderful to watch. I've never seen it before, none of us have. We've only ever watched women on women. And it makes you so hard. But we already knew that." They both laughed and Rick leaned down to suck her nipple into his mouth. His hand lifted her plump breasts, fondled them.

He kissed her navel, he rubbed his face on her soft mons. Her legs parted for him, as if by instinct. He inhaled the scent of her wet pussy.

He lay on his belly between her nylon sheathed thighs and pushed his face into her fragrant, wet pussy. She responded by clasping him with her legs, by grabbing handful of his hair and pulling him into herself. Gasps of pleasure told him she was cumming. Thrills ran through him as he knew he was satisfying her. She wanted to suck him to take his hard cock in her wet mouth and make him cum as he ate her hot pussy. But she would have to wait. Now was a time to be eaten, to cum on his face.

She let him go when she had enough. He rested his head against her thigh as he let his tongue and jaws recover. His still hard cock was throbbing, telling him he wanted more. More of the succulent pussy he so loved to lick and suck. Yes, and fuck too when he could. First he wanted to taste the juices, savor them. To make the woman replete and satisfied. Satisfied so she'd come back for more. He'd cum later, they'd make sure of that. Probably all of them before the holiday was over.

He looked at his mother. She was waiting for him. Her tits bared for his lips to suck. Her hand at her pussy feeling her clit, letting her juices flow in anticipation.

He looked to Lucy and Cynthia. They were cuddled together fondling each other's tits and pussies. They were watching; watching him as he ate the pussies of their lovers. Watching him made them wet. He was their lover with the cock. The cock they all shared; to suck or to fuck.

His mother wasn't far. He got to his knees and walked on them to her. She held up her arms to him. He lay next to her and she held him tight. She licked the juices on his face. The essences and cum from the other women. There were still traces of Cynthia's nectar from that morning. Her tastes were good. Carol was thinking of him fucking her. Deep in the recesses of her mind she wanted his baby. Lucy, too, wanted his children, but not yet. That would come later, when they were married. Cynthia's plan was unfolding. Edna decided she needed to know more. She trusted Cynthia, but wanted to know anything that might affect her son.

She kissed Rick with open mouth; wet, hot, tongues twirling. She put gentle pressure on his shoulders, urging him. Gently impelling him toward her cunt. He went willingly, even eagerly.

A pillow under her butt lifts her pussy to his ready lips. He licks and sucks at his mother's hot cunt. He brings her to orgasms that chase each other through her body. That bring her to a carnal nirvana that fills her body with bliss. There is only herself. Herself, with the sensations of pleasure in her body, as the orgasms continue until she thinks she will faint.

"Please stop," Rick hears. He pulls back from his mother and she relaxes as the remnants of her orgasms still thrill her being.

He moves back up to her head and kisses her. He pushes his tongue, coated with her cum into her mouth. She tastes herself. She sucks her juices from his tongue and murmurs in his ear, for him only.

"Thank you. I love you."

Edna stroked his hard cock.

"Go to Cynthia," she said softly.

Lucy left Cynthia's side and Rick moved to take her place. Rick and Cynthia exchanged hot kisses. He lifted her breast to his mouth and sucked at the enlarged nipple as he caressed its soft plump flesh.

"Make me ready," Cynthia whispered. "Make me so I'll cum fast."

His fingers touched the lips of her pussy and slid between them to her clit. Up into her vagina to find her spot. She gasped and her hips lifted as she came on his hand. Her juices were flowing. She was ready. She pushed his hand away and rolled him onto his back. She straddled him. She impaled her hot, wet pussy on his throbbing cock. 

She leaned forward to feed him her tit; to kiss him with open, wet mouth. She came again almost as soon as he entered her. She was hot, aroused. Watching him eat the pussies of the other women, watching them cum as he ate their succulent pussies had been strangely exciting.

He thrust into her, his throbbing cock needed relief. He needed to cum, he had to cum; blood pounded into his hard shaft. Eating the fragrant pussies of three women had roused him to a fever pitch.

Cynthia rode him, meeting his thrusts with her own. She lay on his body thrusting back onto his rigid cock as if it was her fucking him. He held her tight, their kisses were wild and mindless. Orgasms ripped through her body. 

His cum exploded into her. He filled her belly with his hot seed as he pumped his still hard cock into her willing pussy again and again. She came with him, the warmth of his cum sent her to another glorious orgasm. She squeezed her pussy on his hard shaft, she milked him of his cum. She sighed in satisfaction as he collapsed under her.

She rolled off him and they laid together holding each other while they exchanged loving kisses. Rick was spent. It had been an intense and satisfying time. He felt wonderfully relaxed.

Edna moved over to lie on the other side of him. Carol and Lucy joined the group. They laid together with a feeling of closeness and languor. All were pleasantly content. Rick dozed off first the others soon followed him.




A Mother's Love in 1949 Ch. 07



The women began to wake up after they'd had a short nap. Lucy was first. She put coffee on. While the coffee was perking Edna woke up followed by Carol. Cynthia slept another half hour. By the time she woke the ladies had started another pot of coffee. They closed the door between the kitchen and living room so that Rick's sleep wouldn't be disturbed. They wanted him well rested.

Once they were fully awake the women talked about the afternoon's activities. They all agreed that Rick eating their pussies after such a long absence was an exciting experience. They all agreed, too, that it had been exciting to watch Rick eat the other's pussies and to watch Cynthia and Rick fucking,

"I wonder if we're all voyeurs," Carol said.

Cynthia's thoughts went further.

"I wonder if it will be as exciting to watch us use our mouths on him," she mused.

"Probably," Carol responded. She sounded excited at the thought.

Edna and Lucy smiled in agreement. They were recalling how exciting it had been for Edna to watch Rick fuck Lucy. They told the women about that.

Cynthia was remembering her afternoon with Rick just after his first time with Lucy. About her visions of them fucking and sucking and including her in their fun. Most of it had come true. The rest likely would. She recalled her vision of Lucy with Rick's cock filling her wet mouth. She felt her pussy start to flow at her thoughts. I really am a voyeur. She thought, without surprise.

"Maybe," she said aloud.

They were all hungry so they made a supper of leftovers from dinner. The conversation continued as they ate. The talk turned to Rick. He probably was good for one more session, maybe two. They didn't want to wear him out, though. Carol was furthest behind. They decided that she would have him when he woke.

It wasn't long before Rick did wake. He felt rested and satisfied. He smiled as he thought of the afternoon just past. He heard laughter coming from the kitchen. He put on his robe, more for comfort than modesty, and went there. He found the women seated at the table. They got him coffee and made a fuss over him. After a couple of cups he had something to eat. Carol was seated next to him, Edna was on his other side. Carol could not keep her hands off him. Edna touched him often too. Lucy and Cynthia, across the table smiled warmly at him.

They decided to go upstairs to the bedroom. The beds they had pushed together should be big enough for all of them. It had worked fine for their four way lady orgy.

Carol took Rick's hand and they went upstairs followed by the other women. Rick was hard by the time they got to the bedroom. He didn't know what was planned, but was quite sure he would like it.

Everyone except Cynthia climbed onto the big bed. Cynthia sat in one of the bedroom chairs where she thought she could get a good view. Lucy got the vibrator out of the drawer and Edna smiled when she showed it to her.

Carol and Rick were kissing wildly. Carol's breasts were bared for him. He was sucking on her nipples and fondling her plump tits. She pushed him onto his back and kissed his nipple. She kissed his belly, his navel. She rubbed her face on his pubes. She stroked his hard cock, exciting him.

She lay between his legs. She positioned herself, and Rick, so everyone could see. She hadn't forgotten the earlier conversation. Rick, of course, wasn't aware of it.

She slid her lips over his hard shaft and let her mouth engulf the pulsating shaft. It felt good to her, so good.

Lucy and Edna were playing with the vibrator, but not seriously trying to cum. They were just keeping each other a little worked up. When Carol took Rick's cock in her wet, eager mouth they became engrossed in that view.

Cynthia, in the chair, was finding the sight of Carol sucking Rick's hard cock erotic. She fingered her pussy, rubbed her clit as she watched. She pushed two fingers into her vagina searching for her spot.

On the bed Lucy took the vibrator and ran it up and down the inside of Carol's thighs. Carol responded with a pleased moan muffled by Rick's cock in her mouth. She spread her legs and lifted her butt to her daughter. Lucy set the toy on low and pushed it into her mother's pussy from behind. Carol was wet and it slid in easily.

Lucy left it there and went back to Edna. The embraced and kissed as they watched. Rick would probably take a while, they thought. He had already had his balls emptied twice that day.

Rick was only vaguely aware of what was going on around him. His mind was on the wet mouth sucking his cock and the woman doing it for him. He was caressing her head when she reached for his hand and showed him how she wanted him to twist her hair. He did as she wanted, twisting until it was just beginning to hurt. He put his legs around her body, holding her. She was a contented captive at his cock.

The other women watched, entranced as she sucked his cock, took her mouth from it and kissed and licked it and made love to his rigid shaft before she slid her lips over him again.

Carol was ecstatic. She so loved the feel of his cock pulsating against her lips and tongue. She was cumming herself from the vibrator in her pussy. Not strongly, the toy was on low setting, but enough. She wanted to suck him forever, but she wanted him to fill her mouth with his hot cum too. She wanted both.

Cynthia came on her hand as she watched. Edna and Lucy were both playing with the other's pussy. Their fingers caressing clits and feeling for g-spots.

The air was redolent with the scents of hot women. With the gasps and moans of cumming. The woman were cumming, Rick was rising to an orgasm. His cock, the whole area of his dick was tingling with the anticipation of an impending climax. His cum rushed from his balls bringing with it the incredible, intense ecstasy of orgasmic fulfillment.

He filled Carol's mouth with his hot, slick cum. Thick and creamy, she savored it on her tongue, on her lips, against the roof of her mouth. She was pleased that he had cum so strongly, that she had made him so gratified.

He released her; Carol kissed Lucy and Edna to share his cum. Cynthia returned to the bed to kiss Carol and share. Carol kissed Rick and they let their tongues play over one another's.

Rick was spent, but the women were still on a high. He fell asleep. They played with each other for a while as their bodies wound down. Eventually all were asleep but Carol. She got up and pulled the sheets and blankets over the others. She laid back down and cuddled up to Lucy as she fell asleep.

******

The women were all up, drinking coffee, laughing among themselves and making breakfast when Rick woke up.

He stretched, feeling great after the day, and evening, before. He ran to the bathroom to piss and brush his teeth; back to the bedroom for his robe then he wandered downstairs looking for coffee and the women.

It was to be another great day for all of them. There was no rush for anything after breakfast. Everyone showered. It was a tub shower so space was limited. There was a hot water problem too. Rick went first, with Lucy. He would have liked to eat her pussy while they bathed, but they had to get done so the others would have their turn.

After the showers. The women all put on fresh nylons and lingerie. Rick noted that all their bushes were exposed and all their asses bare. To say nothing of bare tits to tantalize him. And, for all he knew, to entice each other.

The women straightened up the mat and the bed upstairs. Lucy led Rick to the mat and told him to sit in the middle. He sat cross legged and the women made a circle of love around him. They ate each other until all had orgasms. Edna was down on Cynthia, Cynthia's face was buried in Lucy's crotch, Lucy was eating Carol and Carol closed the circle sucking at Edna's clit.

Rick, in the middle of the circle, sat with throbbing cock. The sight of four almost naked women; except for garter belts, nylons and other items of feminine lingerie was almost more than he could take. Not to mention the sounds of orgasm, gasps, moans, squeals, and muffled cries of, "Don't stop." There was the scent of hot woman times four. The sight of nylon clad legs, bare tits and beautiful bare asses was overwhelming.

When the circle broke up, a couple of the women were ready to faint from incessant orgasms. Each of the women took a couple of sucks on Rick's throbbing cock. Then Lucy rolled a rubber on his throbbing dick and straddled him to impale herself on his manhood. She leaned down to let him suck her tit. When he wasn't sucking her boobs, they were exchanging hot, wet, kisses.

Lucy became the center of Rick's attention. The feel and the scents of the woman's body on his. Moving her body over him, fucking him. Her tits, her lips; feeding him, filling his mouth.

She gasped with the satisfaction of Rick's hard cock filling her hot, wet pussy; at the joy she felt as he stretched the walls of her cunt. She rode him slowly, sensuously. Their kisses were hot, wet, mindless. She fed him her tits between kisses. He sucked at them and bit her nipples.

She came with cries of satisfaction. Her body quivered as orgasms danced through her, as another followed.

Rick felt the electric tingle starting in his body. Growing, flowing through his cells. His cum surging in response. Gushing into her eager cunt with an overwhelming thrill. Lucy felt the warmth of his cum as it filled the rubber. Once again she wished she could feel it filling her pussy.

It was only as he softened that he became aware of the others near him. They had produced a couple of vibrators and were plying them in each other's pussies and passing them over their clits.

******

The holiday weekend passed quickly. Friday evening they danced. Edna and Lucy told the other women how good it had been Wednesday evening. Rick danced with all of them and the ladies danced with each other too. There was much gratifying sex; much talk too. Rick learned more about how the women had become lovers. It excited him. Especially when he understood that they all loved him.

It was a significant event for all of them. The first time they had, all five been together as a group. A closeness resulted. Partly as a result of everyone having sex with everyone else. But more as a result of an understanding between them. Somewhat like empathy, but that's not quite the right word. It was more like they had all come to realize that they were united in so many ways. That they were all destined; for what purpose was vague. They didn't care that they didn't know their future; only that it was for all of them.

What may have been even more important, they realized they all loved each other. That every one of the five loved every other one of the group. By the end of their holiday weekend they could tell each other of their love without hesitation.

Saturday, after lunch, everyone helped straighten up the house. They moved the bed back to the guest room, folded the quilts and put the linens in the laundry. There were warm hugs and kisses all around. Everyone told everyone else they loved them.

Lucy stayed with Carol. Cynthia went home as did Rick and Edna. Lucy had a drink with her mother after everyone had left. It was a relaxed moment. They felt close.

"Mom," Lucy asked. "Do you think Rick would marry me? Do you think I should even think about marrying him?"

Carol thought before she answered.

"What about the others in our group, Honey?" she replied to her daughter. "Where would that leave them?"

"I know, Mom, I don't mind sharing him. It's just that I want his babies."

Carol looked at her daughter. A realization hit her.

"Oh, Lucy, I just realized. I want his baby too."

The women looked at each other in surprise.

"I never realized it before," Carol stammered.

"Oh, Mom," Lucy exclaimed. "That's wonderful."

Once again Lucy surprised her mother.

******

Edna and Rick were having a drink together too. They talked about the wonderful time it had been at Carol's; about how good they both felt about the familial closeness that was developing among them. The conversation moved on to other subjects.

"Mom," Rick said. "I'm having trouble understanding why Cynthia wants to buy farm land."

"Well, there may be a number of reasons. One of the main ones is that she wants to stay close to you; and the others, too, for that matter. I'm sure she has business reasons too. It's unlikely she'd do something like that based on emotion only."

There was another, more important question in Rick's mind.

"Mom, do you think our group can stay together? Where do we go from here? They've become important to me. To you too, I think."

"Yes, Baby, I think we'll stay together. As to where we go from here; I'll try to get some answers for you. At least the direction we will take."

Cynthia, like the others fixed herself a drink when she got home. She sat in her living feeling relaxed and gratified. She thought about the others; about how her dreams about family were actually coming true. About the future and her still unfolding plan.

*****

Rick and Edna made love in the morning. He would be leaving and they wanted to say goodbye. She sat in the bedroom chair while he knelt in front of her. 

"You're so beautiful," he told her. "So warm and wet."

He buried his face into her lovely pussy and licked and lapped up her juices as they flowed from her hot pussy. He sucked and nibbled at her clit and pushed his finger into her vagina to find her spot. She gasped with pleasure and her juices flowed onto his face. She came until she would faint. She pushed his head away then. Sliding from the chair she knelt facing him, kissing him with wild kisses.

She tasted herself, she licked at her juices on his face. She sucked them from his mouth, from his tongue.

She pushed him onto his back, she dived onto his hard cock to suck him until he came. Until his creamy cum filled her mouth and leaked from her lips. They kissed, they tasted their mixed cums. It was good.

They showered and dressed, her for church, him for travel. They ate a quick breakfast. They kissed hungrily. He dropped her off at the church and was on his way. She was a few minutes late. The service had already started.

During the church service Edna was already feeling the loneliness caused by Rick's absence and it hadn't been an hour yet. It was during the services that Edna realized that her juices were telling her something. She couldn't tell what, only that it involved Cynthia and that there was something she should know.

She and Cynthia met, as usual, after the service. Cynthia asked if she needed a ride. Edna confirmed that she did, but added.

"I think we need to get together, Cynthia, there are some things we should talk about."

"Well," replied Cynthia. "Today is as good a time as any. Let's have lunch and sit down together."



A Mother's Love in 1949 Ch. 08



This story involves incestuous relationships.

All characters are eighteen years of age or older.

This is a continuing story, you may want to read the earlier chapters for background.

*****

Edna and Cynthia met, as usual, after the church service. Cynthia asked if Edna needed a ride. Edna confirmed that she did, but added.

"I think we need to get together, Cynthia, there are some things we should talk about."

"Well," replied Cynthia. "Today is as good a time as any. Let's have lunch and sit down together."

"That will suit me fine, Cynthia." Edna wanted to call her darling, or a similar name, but they were both careful not to use endearments where they might be overheard.

They went to one of the downtown hotels. There were two, both had excellent restaurants that were open on Sunday. On the way they told each other what a wonderful time it had been over Thanksgiving.

Rick had been home from college for his Thanksgiving break. He had learned that the four women he made love with were also each other's lovers. He happily accepted the fact and made love with all of them. There had been an orgy-like atmosphere as he ate their pussies, they ate each other and sucked his cock. 

"Thrills run up my spine whenever I think about it," Edna said.

Cynthia smiled. "I know what you mean, I get the same feelings."

They had a fine lunch and went to Edna's. She was expecting a call from Rick when he arrived back at school. She wanted to be sure she was home to get it. She asked Cynthia if she would prefer coffee, a drink, or wine. Cynthia opted for wine, since it was Sunday they had not been able to have anything alcoholic with lunch.

Edna got a bottle of her good wine and a couple of glasses. She poured for both of them.

"Well, Darling," Cynthia asked when they were settled. "What do we need to discuss."

Edna smiled at her. "I think you and I should talk about longer term. Where we see ourselves going, as a group. Do you have any thoughts about it?"

"A few," responded Cynthia. "They started as vague ideas, but they are starting to become more real. I haven't mentioned them because, until last week, they were really only fantasies." She paused before continuing. "You're Rick's mother. Maybe I should be asking you about long term plans."

Edna laughed. "I have complete faith in you, Cynthia, and I have only dreams for us. All of us, not just Rick and I.

"There's something I should know," Edna continued. "Not something you're keeping secret from us. Just something I need knowledge about. But I don't know what it is. Am I making sense?"

"Is this one of the feelings you get?" Cynthia asked.

"I guess, it hit me in church."

"I'll start, you ask questions when you think of them," Cynthia told her. "That way we may find the answer.

"When Rick and I first became lovers thoughts started creeping into my mind about the future. I had already considered selling the store and much of the preliminary work was already done."

Cynthia described the how her thoughts had progressed. First only a vague desire to make a future for Rick. That was soon followed by a yearning for Edna. The plan had become firmer over time. The idea of including his other lovers had seemed a natural step. The four way get together of the women, followed by the past holiday had seemed to make her ideas more definite.

"I would hope for a family. I never had one. I was an only child and had no children of my own. There was only a nephew and niece of my husband's. We seldom saw them and I rarely even hear from them now, except at Christmas.

"I can see all of you as my family; see all of us living together as a group. I think in a form of marriage, children and all."

"Is that why you're thinking of buying farm land?" Edna asked.

"Yes, but I've looked into it. I can see possibilities for the future. So even if my dreams don't come true it will be a good investment."

Cynthia continued thoughtfully. "Your approval and cooperation is necessary for the plan to succeed, Edna."

"Oh, I approve, Cynthia. Naturally my desires all revolve around Rick, but I feel a strong attachment to you, Carol and Lucy."

"Of course Rick is first in your thoughts, Edna. He is central. We can never be a family together without him. I think all of our lives revolve around him already, or soon will."

"What do you see as our roles?" Edna asked. She was finding herself excited about Cynthia's thoughts. She hadn't thought, yet, about whether they were practical. 

"For you and me, I don't know." Cynthia answered with a slight frown. "These are things I haven't thought much about. I hope there will be children. You could be a mother if you wanted to be. I would if I could."

"I'd need to think hard about that," said Edna.

"I imagine," Cynthia said with a laugh. "Frankly, Edna, I see what roles we each would play as something your insights would tell us."

"Perhaps," Edna mused. "They may already be telling me."

Edna told Cynthia about the tastes that had told her Carol and Lucy wanted Rick's babies.

"Carol would have his babies right now, but that could be a problem if it happens too soon. Lucy wants to be married to him before she has any."

"Carol and I joked about it," Cynthia told Edna. "But nothing serious."

"That brings up another question," Cynthia continued. "How much do we tell the others? Do we let them in on our thoughts?"

"I can see pros and cons," replied Edna. "But I think the better course is to be open and honest from the start. All our actions, our decisions, should be as a group."

"I agree, we don't want to become manipulative," Cynthia agreed. "But about babies, for instance; should we bring up the subject or let them have the idea." 

"Oh, I think we can bring up babies, Cynthia," said Edna. "It will be up to the individual whether they want to be a mother. Of course chance plays a big part in that decision."

"I see your point," Cynthia responded. "You know we can consider adoption too."

"That would be a possibility.

"Cynthia," Edna continued. "So far it seems we've been led by some unknown force. We really don't know our goals, for sure. But your plan seems right. We'll probably get more direction along the way."

The logical conclusion was, that if all were being led, they would get guidance as they needed it.

"I think we should get started on the plan." Cynthia, said. "But, start where? What should we do first? What about a home? Your house on the farm or somewhere different?"

"We should have Carol and Lucy join us," Cynthia said. "It would be a good time to begin a discussion."

They called Carol and Lucy and both women said they would be right over.

The two women arrived, separately, within a short time. Edna served coffee and pastries.

"I'm pretty sure everyone had a good holiday," Edna said with a smile. "But we want to discuss other things today. Cynthia and I were talking and we want to include you before we go further."

"I certainly enjoyed myself," said Carol. Lucy agreed.

"We think it might be a good time to talk about the future of our group," Edna told them. "Now that Rick can be considered fully part of it."

"The subject came up, between Edna and me," Cynthia told Carol and Lucy. "We both think it's something we should all discuss together."

"I expect to hear from Rick later," Edna said. "He always calls to let me know he arrived safely. We can let him know whatever we need to."

(Long distance calls, at the time, had to be made through an operator. There was no such thing as direct dialing. The cost was quite high too; so long distance phone calls were usually used only when they were important. Since Rick would be calling from a pay phone he would be calling collect.)

"Do either of you have any thoughts?" Edna asked Carol and Lucy. "Or, should we tell you what we've been thinking?"

Carol looked to Lucy before replying to Edna. "Let's hear your thoughts."

Edna looked at Cynthia. "Why don't you start, Cynthia? Tell us what you thoughts and questions are."

"I would hope we all stay together, with Rick." Said Cynthia. "All of us together as a family, I mean."

"That would be nice," put in Lucy.

"We would all live together," Cynthia continued. "We'd share our love for Rick and for each other. We would, of course include any children that Rick fathers."

"Have you thought about where we would live, Cynthia?" asked Carol.

"I see us as farmers. Large, prosperous farmers." Cynthia replied. "I see us as in the business of farming. You all know I have been looking for farm land to buy. I have found two farms that adjoin Edna and Rick's place. Both have decent houses. I would like at least one more section (One square mile.) to achieve my initial goal.

"That's a lot of land for Rick to handle alone, Cynthia," said Edna. 

"It is a lot of land, yes. I am thinking in terms of business not plowing and planting."

"You see us all living on the farm, or farms?" Carol asked.

"Yes, we would sell our homes here in the city and move into the farm houses. We need to consider our need for privacy and maintain an appearance of propriety. We can't let others know how we are living.

"For the first year, or two, we'll rent the land back to the present owner, or others if we have to. When Rick graduates he can take over."

The conversation went on into the evening. Rick had called, as expected. Edna told him the ladies were meeting to talk about how they could stay together, as a group. Rick voiced his approval and asked that he be kept updated. All the other women had a few words with him. They all told them they loved him and got his love in return.

A few things were left undecided. The women could begin work on the farmhouse. But they had to decide which one they would live in. Or, maybe they'd want more than one.

The discussion continued over several weeks. The women took a ride and checked the houses available. They decided to work on the two largest. They were about a half mile apart. Edna and Rick's old house was another possibility. It was decided to check on costs to fix it up too. If they didn't use it themselves it might serve as a housing for an employee.

The women decided that during Rick's next break, over Christmas, they would all like to have him by themselves at least one night. Edna would let Rick know that in her next letter. Edna was chosen to host the Christmas dinner. Since the Thanksgiving dinner had worked well, small servings of a number of dishes, they planned to do the same thing.

******

The semester ended for Rick. He got on his way home Wednesday afternoon, he had waited for his grades to be posted that morning. Christmas was on Saturday. He would be home for almost ten days.

The drive home was one filled with sexual fantasies. Visions of hot pussies and firm nipples; of bare asses and lovely nylon clad legs. Pictures in his mind of women entwined together making love with each other. The gasps of satisfied women impinged on his imagination and the scents of hot, flowing pussies seemed real. He had missed them all so much; all the pussies he loved dearly, hot cunts to lick and suck.

As he neared home his thoughts centered on his mother. He knew she would be waiting for him, hot and ready. He licked his lips as he thought of her gasps and moans as he ate her hot, wet cunt. 

He parked and carried his bags into the house. Edna threw herself into his arms. They embraced and kissed. Hot wet kisses. Kisses of lovers too long apart. She was dressed as she knew he liked. A short and sheer bed jacket, Nylons with garter belt and moderate heels. Her pussy was wet and ready. Her lush bush bare for him. The hair glistening with dewy beads of her juices. She had abstained from sex, with any of the other women, for several days so she would be extra horny for him.

They separated enough so that Rick could remove his coat. Back in each other's arms they kissed again; wild, passionate kisses. She led him toward the couch stopping often to kiss again, to push her mound against the hard cock bulging in his pants.

Together they got his shirt off, his undershirt followed. He was bare chested, he would be able to feel the friction of her nylons on his flesh. Her hands pressed on his shoulders urging him to his knees. She was on the couch, her butt at the edge, her legs spread, her pussy open for him.

His tongue licked at her cunt. He drank her juices. His body thrilled with hers as she came with loud gasps. Her heels kicked at his back. Her cries of joy, of endearment elated him.

His hard cock filled his pants, he opened them to set it free. He ate his mother's pussy. Her hips bucked. She thrust her cunt at him as her hands in his hair pulled him into her hot wetness. She rubbed her juices over his face as her body thrilled with the pleasure of multiple orgasms.

In her passion she slid from the couch to the floor. On their knees they held each other; more wet, mindless kisses, mouths wide, sloppy, hot.

She pulled him to the floor, on top of her. She guided his cock into her hot empty pussy. She needed it filled; by him, by her son. All care was forgotten, only her needy pussy and his hard, throbbing cock mattered.

Her nylon clad legs clasped together over his hips. She lifted her pussy to his thrusts with cries of love and lust.

"Fuck me, Rick. Fuck me."

He held back as long as he could, to satisfy his mother's lust. While yet another orgasm was ripping through her body he felt the wild thrills that told him he would be unable to control himself any longer. The exhilaration poured into his cock. It rebounded into all the cells of his body. It spread the blaze of orgasm throughout his being. His cum gushed into his mother's hot cunt. He filled her with his seed, his hot, thick, creamy cum.

She felt the heat of his cum. She felt the slick semen spread through her welcoming pussy. She was elated. She clasped him tight with a sense of love and triumph. 

They collapsed together on the living room floor. They held each other and exchanged soft, loving kisses as they recouped. She in the sexy outfit she had worn for him. He, bare chested with his pants around his ankles. She smiled when she had recovered enough to notice. She got to her knees and pulled his shoes off. He rolled onto his back and smiled at her as she pulled his pants off.

"You must be hungry," she said.

"Yes, I didn't stop for dinner."

She smiled. "Of course not."

She stood and went to their bedroom to get him a robe for him and a negligee for herself. His cum, mixed with the juices of her lust, was seeping from her pussy onto her thighs. She enjoyed the feeling, it was his seed, and did nothing to clean herself. When she got back to the living room he was sitting on the couch. She handed him the robe.

"Dinner's in the oven," she told him. "Put your robe on so we can eat without attacking each other." They both laughed.

After dinner they sat on the couch snuggled together. For Rick it had been a memorable homecoming. His cock was already stirring again, excited by the closeness of his mother. She was feeling heat too, she wanted to love him, to suck him, to fuck him. She thought to herself that she was so full of love for him that she would probably cum just from pleasing him. She felt some light whisker burns on her face and upper thighs. That had never happened before. Rick's beard had always been light and silky. It was becoming coarser, and stiff. She smiled, her little boy was growing up.

She sent him to shower and shave while she cleaned up the dinner dishes. She was in bed waiting for him before he was done. He came to her naked and hard, ready for her as she was for him. It was a night of fucking and sucking, of sixty-nines and blowjobs, of pussy eating and fucking.

She did not get pregnant that night, but something had changed. She no longer worried about it. She wanted to feel his cum as it filled her pussy with his heat, to enjoy the feel of his throbbing cock as it glided on the film of her juices and his slick creamy seed.

He slept late the next morning. She had coffee ready for him when he got up. She was still dressed as she had been the night before. He put a robe on over his nakedness, for comfort on a cold winter's morning. It was overcast outside and a light snow was falling.

She kissed him warmly when he appeared in the kitchen. They told each other of their love while they embraced. As he drank his coffee she prepared breakfast for him. She watched him while he ate. His body was starting to fill out. She could see how he would be as a man. A little on the short side, but stocky and muscular; much as his father had been.

"You need to visit Cynthia this afternoon, Sweetheart," she told him. She laughed then. "The other ladies cut cards to see what order they would see you in, Cynthia won. The others will get their turn after Christmas. We're all getting together for Christmas and Christmas Eve."

"Cynthia said she needed to talk to me about farming," said Rick.

Edna laughed. "Maybe you'll get time to talk."

Rick showered and shaved again. Edna called Carol then went to the bedroom to straighten the bed. She inhaled the fragrance of last night's loving. Carol would like it too, she knew.

Rick called Cynthia to let her know he was on his way, he kissed his mother and left for the other woman's house; one of the other women. Edna had told him that Carol would be visiting. He was glad she would have her day filled with more love.

Carol arrived shortly after Rick had left. She and Edna hugged and kissed warmly.

"Was it a good night?" Carol asked with a smile. She removed her coat and started opening her blouse.

"It was a wonderful night. He was very horny and hard as a rock."

"Is that a whisker burn on your face?" Carol asked as she removed her blouse.

With a smile Edna replied. "Yes, and more on my thighs."

Carol turned so Edna could open the clasp of her bra. She let it slide off her shoulders and tossed it at the chair where she had laid her blouse.

Edna licked her lips at the sight of Carol's tits. Carol lifted the hem of her skirt and pushed her panties down her legs. She kicked them off along with her shoes and let her skirt fall back.

The women hugged again, with more kisses.

"I let him cum in me last night, twice," Edna whispered seductively. "I didn't bathe yet. I saved it for you."

"Oh, Honey, you're making me so wet. That's even better than what I'd hoped for."

"Let's go to the bedroom," Edna said in husky tones. "We can be more comfortable there."

The women went upstairs with their arms around each other's waist. In the bedroom Edna shed her negligee and sat on the bed. She held her arms up to Carol. Carol sat beside her. They kissed yet again. Carol slid to the floor as Edna's knees parted for her. Edna knew what she wanted. They were friends they knew each other well.

Between Edna's thighs Carol gazed at the pussy before her. It was obviously hot and ready. The lips were engorged and slightly open; the redness of the inner pussy showed just enough to tantalize. Carol wanted to dive into the pussy, to suck it, to eat it. But she wanted, too, to taste the dried residue on Edna's thighs, she rubbed her face on the flesh of her friend's legs, on her lavish bush, on the cum encrusted nylons. She licked at the melded juices; she savored the taste as she anticipated sucking the mixed cums from Edna's pussy.

She could wait no longer. She had to taste the cum Rick had left in his mother's cunt. Her tongue slid into Edna's sweet pussy. It was so delightful to Carol, so hot. She was doing what she loved best, licking and sucking. Pussy or cock it did not matter; a man's cum, lady cum. She was immersed in a wonderful orgasmic heaven. Thrills tore through her as Edna came and her heels drummed on Carol's spine. Carol's pussy flowed with the thrills of Edna cumming on her face, she quivered as orgasms sang through her body.




A Mother's Love in 1949 Ch. 08



Edna gently pushed her away. She was satisfied, but not to the point she was spent. She asked Carol to take her shoes and nylons off her. Carol was happy to remove the shoes and roll the hosiery down Edna's legs. She climbed up onto the bed and the two women snuggled together. They knew there would be more loving, there was no need to rush.

******

Cynthia had been waiting for Rick's call. She felt a thrill when the phone rang. She had bathed, drawn on nylons, supported by a garter belt, and put on moderate heels. She knew that these were things that aroused Rick. She enjoyed them too. She delighted in rubbing her nylon sheathed thighs against his face as he ate her wet cunt.

She lifted her tits. They felt nice to her. She was thankful that they weren't too big. At her age big boobs would be stretched to her belly button. As it was they sagged only a little and the nipples were enjoyably large and sensitive. She put on a filmy negligee, one she had bought especially for Rick. She had learned that Rick didn't like lingerie with too many frills. She had made it a point to learn his likes and dislikes. She wanted to be attractive to him for a long time to come. Last she dabbed on a touch of an alluring perfume.

She was looking out the kitchen window, waiting, when she saw him enter through the back gate. He had parked a couple of blocks away.

Cynthia rubbed her pussy in anticipation. She wanted to be wet for him. She opened the door to let him in.

As he usually did Rick gazed at Cynthia before they embraced. He loved the sight of her areolas and pubes, showing like hazy shadows through the diaphanous fabric of her negligee. They hugged, tightly and kissed. Not hot, wet kisses yet. They would come. For now the kisses were greetings; warm, loving with soft words of greeting. Like two lovers comfortable with each other.

They went to her bedroom. The drapes were pulled, the lighting soft. She helped him undress. The kisses were hotter now. She let her negligee fall open and sat on the side of the bed. On his knees he pushed between her thighs, to her beautiful wet pussy, to bury his face in its moist heat and to sip the savory juices of her lust.

She folded the gauzy fabric of the negligee back over his head. He seemed to like the sensation, he ate at her pussy with even more ardor. She held him tight with nylon clad thighs and hands twisting in his hair. She came with loud gasps and cries of bliss.

When she had cum a second time Rick pulled back. He stood in front of her his cock hard and erect. He pushed her back onto the bed her feet still off the edge. He straddled her and fucked her face.

She gladly took his cock. His steely hard shaft that filled her mouth so deliciously. The hard cock that thrust into her as her lips and tongue and teeth played on it. She came again when his hot cum gushed into her mouth, came from the sensual sensation alone.

He pulled back slightly. His softening cock resting between her tits. She opened her mouth to show him her tongue siding sensuously through the creamy seed as she savored it. It was a lovely sight for Rick. The creamy white cum was framed by the smeared red lipstick of her lips. As always they kissed before she swallowed. Kissed to mix the bouquets of both their cums. To taste themselves blending with the other.

Rick rolled off her to lie beside her. She snuggled up to him feeling like a young girl. His youth seemed have a rejuvenating effect on her. Not that I need rejuvenating.she thought  Once you get past the façade of a respectable matron I'm a hot, sexy bitch.

It's going to be a fantastic day her thoughts continued. We've only just begun and already he's made me feel so satisfied, yet wanting more. His cock is going to feel so good when I get him inside me

She had sucked him, emptied his balls. He would be able to fuck her long and well. There would be no quick releases of his seed. Her many cummings would excite him, arouse him even further. Their kisses would be mindless and wet. He would thrust into her with vigor and her wet cunt would welcome him. Welcome him until she was almost screaming from the excitement of orgasms; racing, one following another, through her body.

And he would cum. With a few final, deep thrusts he would fill her belly with his cum. His hot slick cum. He would soften and kiss her. They would rest, but not for too long. There was one more little ritual, not quite a ritual, more like what had become a tradition with them. She would straddle him as he lay on his back. She would gasp in pleasure as he ate her cunt and the cum he had left in her. Her juices would flow and she would rub her pussy over his face in her passion.

It happened much as she thought it would. It had been some time since they had fucked together. It had always been exciting and fulfilling before he had gone off to college. It was like a homecoming to repeat it all again today.

There was more sex, with variations, that they both enjoyed. There was that day too. They kissed good night a little after eight. He slipped out the back gate and drove home.

Edna was in bed waiting for him. She was propped up against the headboard wearing only silk panties. She smiled at him as he undressed to join her. Her smile broadened when she detected the sheen of Cynthia's juices and cum on his face.

He joined her in bed and she drew him to her for a deep kiss. They exchanged the tastes of the other's lover for the day. Both were happy and content.

"Tell me all about it." She told him in sultry tones.

As he spoke she licked Cynthia's juices from his face. She kissed him again to suck her tastes from his mouth and tongue. She kissed his body and drew him on top of herself. She tasted Cynthia on his cock and found it good. Cynthia had enjoyed herself. Rick lowered his face to his mother's eager pussy.

They happily ate each other. Rick was slow in cumming, but he was young and resilient. Edna was horny despite the steamy afternoon with Carol. That was different. Her son and lover was home he would satisfy her again. She came multiple times while her son buried his face in her hot cunt. Each time she came it brought him closer to his own orgasm. He filled her mouth with cum as she quivered from the thrills of cumming yet again. They kissed afterward and let their essences blend into a delightful broth that fed both their libidos.

They slept later than normal the next morning. Coffee, a shower and breakfast served to get them started. It was Friday. The day before Christmas. Company would be coming. The other women, his lovers. They would all be there.

Edna thought that Rick needed a rest. His time, since his homecoming, had been sex filled. She would tell the other women that he needed to be rejuvenated before they emptied his balls again. They went back upstairs and laid on the bed resting. Both dozed off.

Edna woke at lunch time. She got up and started coffee. She put a lunch together for herself and Rick and went to wake him. He felt well rested when he got up to join his mother in the kitchen.

Carol arrived first, she was a little early. She was so anxious to see Rick that she couldn't wait any longer. She hugged Rick tightly with cries of love, with hot kisses and rubbing of bodies together.

Cynthia arrived next. She and Rick greeted each other with enthusiasm, but less emotion than the meeting of him and Carol. Cynthia hugged Edna next with a sincere display of affection.

Lucy had to work until noon. She went home, had a quick lunch, showered and dressed carefully. At Edna's her meeting with Rick was, like her mother's, heartfelt and emotional. Rick was the man she loved, she shared him but that was okay. She loved his other lovers almost as much as she loved him.

Edna fixed drinks for everyone. Rick sat on the couch between Carol and Lucy. Neither could keep their hands away from him. They had both missed him terribly. Rick was enjoying their attention and returned the caresses and kisses.

They all finished their drinks and everyone went upstairs to arrange the bedroom. The extra bed was in the guestroom. It had not been set up since the last time it had been used, for the four way lady orgy. They all worked to put it together and make up the doubled bed with clean linens. They carried more linens, and pillows, downstairs for the mat in the living room. They finished that and Edna made everyone another drink.

Carol and Lucy were hot and needy. Needy for Rick's loving. They took him back upstairs to the newly set up bed. The two women stripped to their nylons. They stripped Rick's shirts so they could feel his bare flesh against their own, and he could feel the nylon sheathed legs against his face and body. Rick ate their pussies in turn. He buried his face in one wet and savory snatch then the other. He, as usual, experienced a sublime satisfaction from the experience of hot women cumming on his face. The ladies kissed and fondled each other as he ate their pussies.

Their horniness abated, for the moment, all went back to the living room. Outside a light snow was falling. They found a music station and danced. Rick with all of them in turn; or the women danced with each other. No one had more than a couple of drinks and all enjoyed the afternoon. They had stew for dinner. That had become almost a tradition for their get-togethers. It was easy to fix ahead of time and heat up as needed.

They had rested on the mat a few times, but their sex play was confined to kisses, fondling of tits and rubbing of groins against each other. Between the petting, however, and the dancing they were all in a horny state by the time dinner was over. They tried to ignore their desire, there were other things to do.

They opened presents after dinner, there were a lot of them. Everyone was sincerely appreciative. They had all given a lot of thought to the gifts they bought, or made, for the others. They turned the lights out after the gifts had been exchanged. The Christmas tree lights provided enough illumination to see. They all laid together on the mat. There was a pleasant sense of love that encompassed them all. The glow of the tree and the snow falling outside lent a quiet, affectionate atmosphere to the group of lovers.

Later they all went to bed together. The women changed to filmy nightwear and Rick stripped to his shorts. He ate their pussies, and filled their hot cunts with his fingers, until they had all cum. The ladies ate each other too, when they weren't engaged with Rick. The bedroom was soon redolent with the scents of hot women and lady cum. Rick was in heaven with four wonderfully juicy pussies for him to lick and suck. He experienced, again, the intense inner satisfaction that eating a responsive woman's cunt brought him. He hadn't cum, not for himself, but making his women cum had been a great thrill. He felt satisfied and contented, for the moment.

Edna and Cynthia woke Rick in the morning to get ready for church. They let Carol and Lucy sleep since they weren't church goers. Edna fixed them a light breakfast, enough to keep them until lunch time.

Rick would have been much happier to skip the service, but Edna explained that not showing up might cause someone to wonder about them. Cynthia too was attending the service. They would drive separately to avoid comment.

Rick had showered and shaved. He wore briefs and took care to tuck his cock in tightly. It would not do to sport a boner in church. It would embarrass him; embarrass his mother even more.

He got through the service okay although it lasted longer than the normal Sunday services. They didn't stay for any socializing after the service. They told their acquaintances, those that seemed disposed to chat, that they had company. It was hoped that would discourage any informal visiting too. 

On the way home Edna talked to Rick.

"If Lucy wants you to go home with her tonight, Baby, none of us will object. She has to work next week, so she won't have as much time with you as the rest of us. Carol will probably join you and Lucy tomorrow; you'll likely stay with her Monday while Lucy's at work. I won't look for you until Monday evening in that case."

Edna and Rick got home first. Cynthia arrived shortly after them. Carol and Lucy had an early lunch ready. It was a light meal. Their Christmas dinner would be in the late afternoon. 

After everyone had eaten Edna made drinks for everyone. The women updated Rick on the progress with the farmhouses. The largest was quite nice. They thought it could serve as a base for them while they got things sorted out.

"I think it may be time to sell our homes here in the city and move to the farm," said Cynthia. "There is room for all of us and we can use money from the sales to finish fixing up our new place. I think we can have quite a nice home with plenty of room for all of us."

They all talked about that subject for a while. All the women were enthused about it. They would have each other, and Rick on his vacations; permanently after he graduated. Lucy wouldn't be able to move just yet. She still had a job to think of. She would move when the farm got up and running. The ladies decided to drive up to the farm and get started after Rick's vacation was over.

Rick said very little. He listened to the women's conversation with interest. They were his lovers. They all shared him and were making plans to continue doing so. He felt a sense of awe that the women would all love him so much.

At one point Cynthia turned to Rick. "You and I will have to talk, Sweetheart. We need to plan ahead a bit for when you graduate and are ready to start farming."

"It might be a good idea," Rick replied.

The dinner went well. No one ate too much. They all had plans for later and no one wanted to feel stuffed. Although everyone appeared relaxed there were lots of pheromones in the air and a strong sense of anticipation in the room.

After Lucy and Rick helped clear the table Edna served coffee and a small tot of a good liqueur.

They all worked together to wash the dishes. Lucy and Rick were drying and touched each other often. They left shortly afterward. Everyone kissed everyone. Rick's kiss for his mother especially warm.

Rick drove Lucy's car. She told him to drive to her mother's home. "Mom will join us tomorrow morning," she told him.

She sat close to him, her hand on his thigh. They kissed as soon as the door had closed. They held each other tightly and whispered how much each had missed the other.

In the bedroom they tore their clothes off. They embraced again. "I'm safe now," she whispered. She was clad in her slip. She had not worn a bra and had pushed her panties off.

He had knelt in front of her as she stood next to the bed. He had pushed the hem of her slip up to expose her ready pussy. He gazed raptly at her full bush, at the beads of her juices glistening in her hair and on the puffy lips of her eager cunt. He buried his face in her pubes and rubbed his cheeks on the curly hair crowning her pussy and on the sensuous fabric of the nylons sheathing her legs. These were a delightful sensations for him. His already hard cock stiffened even more.

Lucy sat on the bed she guided his face and lips to her hot, wet pussy, "Eat me, Rick, Eat me," he heard. A moment later she said softly. "I love you so much."

A thrill ran through his body when she spoke of her love. Such words affected him that way whichever of the women spoke them. He ate her until her body sang with orgasmic joy. Until her pussy was flowing with want, with the need to be filled. Until his face was smeared with her juices. Until she was crying out for his cock, for him to fuck her.

She took him on top of her and guided his cock into her hot pussy. He felt so right. She sighed in satisfaction as he entered her. They had not used a rubber. It didn't matter, not this time. She wouldn't get pregnant. She felt her love for him as he entered her. It seemed to fill her. She wanted to shout it out, to tell the world she loved him. He kissed her with wild, wet kisses. She returned them. He sucked and nibbled her lovely tits and she moaned in pleasure.

Her body quivered as an orgasm made itself known. Quivers turned to shudders and gasps of pure joy as it ripped through the cells of her body. Another stronger orgasm followed it so closely that they seemed like one.

She came yet again when she felt his hot cum gush into her cunt.

She squeezed her pussy on his cock. She had been practicing how to do it. It delighted her when she heard Rick gasp with delight. 

She laughed happily. "I thought you'd like that. I taught myself just for you."

They rested, but not for long. They were soon eating each other. Rick loved it, as always. His cock had felt wonderful in Lucy's snug pussy; eating her wet cunt afterward was just as exciting.

Lucy, too was excited as she sucked his rock hard cock. She enjoyed the tastes on it, the blend of cums. Rick's was the only cock she'd ever sucked and his the only man cum she'd ever tasted. She was so aroused that she came quickly and intensely from Rick's licking and sucking. She wanted him to cum too. She hoped while she was having another climax. It would be so nice to feel his hot cum filling her mouth while her body soared with pleasure.

It did happen that way. Sometimes, it may be, that people are so in tune that they bring each other to an orgasm at just the right time. Lucy hoped that was the case with them. Certainly they were getting better at it.

******

Edna, Carol and Cynthia relaxed in the living room with drinks. They were all upbeat about their plans for the future, excited at the prospect of all living together with each other and Rick. These thoughts led to fondling and kisses. They turned on the radio and danced for a while. They held each other close and swayed around the living room rubbing tits and exchanging kisses. They were all aroused when they went upstairs to bed. Cynthia got her vibrators out of her bag. Carol had brought hers too. They lay on the bed playing with the toys, in themselves and each other.

The scent of hot women filled the air as they discarded the toys and formed a circle to suck at each other's clit and lick at the juices flowing from hot cunts.

In the morning they had breakfast together. All were wearing robes. Their talk was about how good the holiday had been so far.

"Enjoy yourself with Lucy and Rick today, Carol," Edna told her. "Please send Rick to me Monday evening."

"I will," Carol said. Carol was excited at the prospect of sex with Rick. The idea of a day alone with him thrilled her even more. Lucy would be working Monday, she would have Rick to herself for the day.

Before Carol left the three women took the extra bed apart and moved it back to the guest room. Carol showered and dressed. She exchanged warm kisses and words of love with the other women and left to meet her other lovers. 

Rick and Lucy greeted her warmly. They were relaxed from and content from an evening and night of lovemaking and snuggled on the couch, Rick in a robe and Lucy in a slip and nylons. Carol's arrival, however, caused their libidos to reset.

Carol, despite her the days and nights of lovemaking was horny. She needed her fill of cock, Ricks cock. She wanted to feel his throbbing hardness on her lips and tongue, she wanted to feel it probing the back of her throat, she wanted to feel his thick creamy cum fill her mouth with its slick warmth.

She wanted Lucy too, she wanted to feel both their bodies against hers. She wanted to feel lips and tongues on her pussy. She didn't care which of them it was.

Rick's love of eating pussy was rampant. He wanted to bury his face in his lovers' wet pussies. To inhale the scents of their musk, to taste their honeyed juices, to feel their essences flow onto his face.




A Mother's Love in 1949 Ch. 08



Lucy wanted both, much as her mother did. She wanted to taste her man's cock, her mother's succulent pussy. She loved them both; when she pleased them it pleased her. She knelt in front of her mother. She reached under Carols skirt and pulled her panties down her legs. She stood then and whispered to Carol to leave the skirt on. Carol opened her blouse and let it slide off her shoulders.

They went to the bedroom together. Carol opened her purse and took out the vibrator. She handed it to Lucy then turned her back to her daughter to let her open her bra.

Rick lay on the bed watching. His cock was hard with anticipation. Lucy held Carol tightly from behind, her hands caressed her mother's plump breasts as she whispered sultry words into her ear.

"Rick wants you, Mom. He's so hard for you."

She gently pushed Carol toward the bed and the hard cock waiting for her. Carol and Rick exchanged hot, wet kisses, but the foreplay was minimal. They were soon sixty-nining with Rick's face buried in her wet pussy and she with her mouth happily full of his pulsating cock.

Lucy had drained Rick's balls, and although he was young and resilient, it would take a while for him to cum. Carol came, though, often and intensely. With her tits bared and her skirt bunched around her waist her world was centered on the wonderful feel of the cock she sucked; on the lips and tongue eating her eager cunt. Nothing else mattered. Her squeals of joy were muffled by his cock filling her mouth. When she felt his warm, creamy cum gush from his hard cock she came yet again, stronger and more forcefully than before.

Lucy had lain on the bed next to them. As she watched them she pushed the vibrator into her pussy. She plied it slowly and sensuously. She would push it deep into her vagina and slowly withdraw it to slide over her clit. Like her mother she became lost in the sensations; in the feel of her pussy filled with the vibrating toy cock, with the wonderful sensation as she pressed it to her clit.

Rick and Carol rolled apart. Lucy pulled the vibrator from her pussy and shut it off. She laid on the bed next to her mother and Rick with her legs splayed.

That is too good, she thought. almost better than Rick or Mom, or one of the other women eating me. I don't want to overdo it. I might come to like it too much. I prefer someone real to the toy; I like to feel them there, their bodies. She thought further. I wonder if we can think of other ways to use it?

Carol's initial horniness relieved they all snuggled together for a rest. They got up after an hour, or so, and made coffee. The sat together in the kitchen and chatted. They had lunch and Lucy suggested they dance. They had all come to like dancing, although none of them were more than acceptable at it. What they really wanted was the feel of their bodies rubbing together and, for the women, Rick's cock pressing into their bellies or nestling at the slit of their pussies.

Carol went to the bedroom to take her skirt off and put on a slip. She kept her garter belt and nylons on and put on a pair of moderate heels. She checked herself in the mirror and thought she looked good. The slip seemed to emphasize her butt and her tits.

When she got back to the living room music was already playing. Lucy and Rick were swaying together, their bodies close. Carol, of course got the next dance with Rick. They alternated for several dances then danced with each other while Rick rested. They rubbed their tits together and ground their crotches into each other as if dancing with a man. They found it to be just as arousing. Then it would be with Rick again, for one of them. The other would watch them glide about the room, often rubbing her pussy with a sense of anticipation.

By the time they decided to go back to the bedroom pheromones were thick in the air. Pussies were wet and Rick's cock was hard. In the bedroom Lucy slipped Rick's robe off him. She kissed him with wet open mouth. Carol and he exchanged kisses next. He lay on the bed and held his arms up to the women.

All of them were hot and ready, the dancing had done that for them. Lucy straddled his hips and let her pussy slide over his rigid cock. She and her mother exchanged hot kisses as Lucy worked herself up to a climax. 

As Lucy came with cries of delight Carol straddled Rick; she brought her pussy to his eager lips. He lifted his face to her puffy, wet labia. His tongue slipped between the lips to her clit; she came almost immediately.

It was heavenly for Rick. With a hot pussy to eat and another to fuck. His world was focused on the sensations of women cumming for him, and on him. It centered on the scents and sounds of lovemaking; on the movements of the women as they rode his cock or rubbed their pussy on his face.

Carol was leaned back into Lucy's embrace. Her daughter's hands caressed her soft tits and tweaked her hard nipples. Ricks fingers slid into her pussy looking for her g-spot. Carol was rising to another orgasm when she felt the shudders of an orgasm ripping through Lucy's body behind her. In her ecstasy, as orgasmic thrills tore through her, Carol felt the wonderful sensation that meant she would squirt.

It was a thrill she had felt only twice before, and one that excited her. She squealed with glee as her nectar flowed onto Rick's face. He was thrilled and delighted. He opened his mouth to cover her cunt and let her essences fill his mouth.

Lucy too was affected. Her mother's cry of delight and Rick's reaction to it brought her too to a glorious orgasm. It tore through her body and traveled deep into her pussy. It caused her, too, to squirt for the first time in her life. Her juice spurted from her hot pussy to flow onto her Rick, her lover; to coat his pubes and thighs with her aromatic essences.

Rick came then. He had to, the thrills of the women squirting gave him no choice. His creamy cum gushed into Lucy's cunt to mix with the liquor of her squirt. Lucy kept him inside as long as she could. She squeezed her pussy on his softening cock and tried to hold him in her warm cunt. She held her mother close against her tits as she fondled hers. Rick ate and sucked at Carol's pussy as he softened. He licked at her cum and sucked it from her pussy.

When Lucy could no longer keep him inside herself she lifted herself off him. Her nectar, blended with Rick's creamy cum, flowed onto Rick's bare flesh. She patted Carol on her shoulder.

"Let me taste him," she said huskily.

Carol slid back from Rick's face. He let her go reluctantly. She moved back between his legs and laid on her belly to lick at her daughter's cum. To taste the exotic mingling of man and lady cum that had flowed from Lucy's cunt to coat Rick's pubes and thighs. To savor and rub her face in the delicious mélange.

Lucy lay next to him, to lick and suck at her mother's cum. The nectar that had squirted from her cunt as tremors of orgasmic joy tore through her body. It coated his face and chest. It had flowed into his mouth and over his tongue. Lucy kissed him with wet, wide opened mouth. Their tongues dueled as she searched for the taste of her mother. 

"Let me taste you," he told her. "Let me taste your cum."

His words excited her and she straddled him again, this time with her pussy at his face. He lifted himself to her cunt and sucked the juices of her squirt. He licked her cunt and all around it. Her pubes, her thighs; he relished the taste, the proof that he had brought her great orgasmic thrills.

Carol licked at his cock savoring the melded cum. He soon was hard again and Carol found her pussy hot and wet. She had an empty feeling that had to be filled. She straddled him and guided his hard cock into her hot, wet cunt. She never thought of a condom, she wanted to feel his cum, to feel the warmth of his hardness against the snug walls of her pussy. It had been so long, so long since the empty feeling had been appeased. True she had been satisfied sexually. True her greatest joy was eating or sucking another until they came; usually with great satisfaction, if not a true orgasm, for herself. She also derived pleasure from having her cunt eaten by Rick or one of the ladies. A vibrator often brought her to mind bending orgasms, too. Still, though she had subdued the feeling, her empty pussy wanted to be filled, the walls of her vagina stretched by a living cock; a man's hard shaft.

This time it was Lucy who leaned back into Carol to be held. Her mother's arms encircled her and fondled Lucy's breasts.

He took a while to cum. Carol relished every minute his cock filled her wet pussy. Lucy too enjoyed every minute that his tongue and lips ate her cunt. Both ladies had multiple orgasms before Rick came himself.

With a shout, muffled by Lucy's pussy, he thrust hard into Carol and sent his seed into her welcoming belly. Carol came again as she felt the heat of his cum.

Carol waited until he had softened before she lifted herself off him. Lucy followed her example. They laid together, naked and sweaty in a tangle of arms and legs as they unwound from the thrills they had enjoyed. The women both felt a sense of satisfaction at the feel of Rick's cum in their pussies. They reveled in the sensation of it seeping from their pussies onto their thighs and trickling into the cracks of their asses. It was as if they had passed a milestone.

It was only later that they realized they hadn't eaten. They went to the kitchen, wearing robes for comfort, and ate sandwiches and had a couple of glasses of wine. Rick was excited, two women had squirted on him almost simultaneously. The women were excited too, almost giddy. It had been only the third time for Carol and a first for her daughter. Lucy hadn't even imagined she was capable of squirting.

Back in the bedroom they inhaled the scents of their lovemaking. Pheromones, man cum, woman cum. They were totally satisfied and fell asleep nestled together.

Lucy had to work the next day. The alarm woke them in time for her to shower, dress and grab a quick breakfast. She kissed her mother and Rick warmly and left them alone together. She smiled to herself on the way to work. She was sure they would enjoy themselves.



A Mother's Love in 1949 Ch. 09



This story involves incestuous relationships.

All characters are eighteen years of age or older.

This is a continuing story, you may want to read the earlier chapters for background.

*****

Lucy kissed Rick and her mother warmly as she was leaving for work.

"Have lots of fun today." She told them. "I'll see you this evening."

Rick and Carol had their arms around each other's waist as Lucy left. They were kissing hotly as soon as the door closed.

"Let's have some breakfast, Sweetheart," Carol told him. "I don't want much, maybe some cereal."

Cereal sounded okay to Rick. He didn't want to overeat and not get maximum enjoyment from the hot woman with him. Rick had a soft spot for Carol. She had been the first, after his mother, to take him as a lover.

Carol, in return, felt a great deal of affection for Rick. She wanted the day to be special for him. She felt his face and suggested he shave while she dressed for him.

Carol debated whether she should shower. She decided not to. Edna would want Rick to come home with her and Lucy's essences still on his body. If he wouldn't be showering than she wouldn't either. Besides, she enjoyed the scents of lovemaking.

She drew on seamed nylons. A black lacy garter belt encircled her waist. A white, sheer and silky slip covered her body. Her pubes and areolas showed as shadows through the filmy fabric. She was sitting on the bed putting on a pair of white pumps when Rick came into the bedroom.

His hard dick stood straight and erect in front of him. She drew him close to let her lips kiss his hardness; they parted to let him slide into her mouth. 

She reluctantly relaxed her lips and released his hard cock. She drew him down onto the bed with her. 

Rick wanted to eat her. To lick at the hot red inner flesh of her pussy. To sip the juices that flowed so strongly from her hot cunt. To suck her clit between his lips and let his teeth nibble on its firmness. He wanted to feel her cum, to feel her nectar on his face as she rubbed her pussy on him.

He pushed her onto her back. Instinctively her legs parted lewdly, inviting him. Her slip slid up her thighs to show him her lush bush, wild and untrimmed.

Between her thighs he ate her wet and ready cunt. She caressed his head as his tongue and lips and teeth worked their magic. He ate her until she had cum and cum again.

He turned to give her his cock. Hard, throbbing. Engorged with blood from the excitement of eating her fragrant pussy; from the joy of feeling her cum. She let his rock hard shaft slide into her mouth again. She felt the blood throbbing through it. Her lips and tongue welcomed it, needed it. It was as if she was born for this, to suck his cock, to eat pussy. To be sucked, to be eaten. It was all so gratifying, so fulfilling.

He was hot and ready. She came once more before he did. Before his creamy thick cum spewed into her mouth. She welcomed it, welcomed the heat of his cum, the hard thrust of his cock as he sent his seed into her. Her body sang. How had she ever thought sucking a cock was anything other than a sensuous delight? Or pussy either; hot wet pussy.

He softened and his head lifted from her pussy. He turned and kissed her. He let his tongue taste the cum in her mouth. She hadn't swallowed. She didn't want to. She wanted to feel it, taste it, to slide her tongue through its creamy goodness. She wanted to kiss him, to taste her pussy juices on his lips and tongue. She held him tight as they kissed and fed each other the cum in their mouths.

They rested, but not for long. Carol sucked him hard again and drew him on top of herself. She guided his hard cock into her wet cunt, to fill her, to fuck her. Her hand reached behind him so that her fingers could dance in the crack of his ass.

As his slick cum gushed into her welcoming pussy she came strongly and intensely. It was wonderful; her whole body shivered with the excitement of orgasms rushing through her.

They rested again and dozed off. When they woke they had coffee and a light lunch. Both were exhilarated. They had sucked and fucked and thoroughly enjoyed each other.

There would be more love after lunch. Rick led her to the bedroom chair and knelt between her thighs. She let the silk slip drape over his head. He responded favorably as Lucy had told her he would. As he ate her warm, wet pussy he slid his finger into her ass. She squealed with delight as orgasms overtook her.

She returned the favor as he sat in the chair. She sucked him as she slid her finger into his ass to find his prostrate. His cum exploded from him when he felt her touch on the gland. He grasped her hair to hold her close and poured his cum into her wet mouth.

They cleaned their hands and rested. Lucy found them blissfully dozing in each other's arms when she came home from work. They woke as she stripped her clothes off and climbed onto the bed with them. Rick would have to leave soon, but she could at least exchange a few kisses with him and feel his bare flesh against her own, before he left. She got more than that; Rick ate her pussy while she ate her mother's hot cunt.

It was only a couple of hours later that Lucy had to drive Rick home. They all had supper before Lucy threw on a dress, wore her coat over it and drove him to his home. Rick invited her in. but she declined. Edna would want him to herself to savor the essences she and her mother had left on his face and body. They kissed deeply, told each other of their love. Rick went in the house to his waiting mother. Lucy drove home to her waiting mother. By the time she got home her pussy was wet with anticipation.

******

When Rick came home to his mother she knew, as soon as she kissed him, that something grand had happened. She led him upstairs to the bedroom. Normally they would have sat together on the couch and Edna would have tasted the cum and essences left by the other women. She would have kissed and licked him about his face and chest. She would have sucked his cock. They would have moved from that to making love.

There was something special tonight, though. Edna's excitement grew as they went upstairs. Rick picked up on his mother's eagerness. He felt anticipation build in his own body. He was building on an already upbeat mood. Rick had experienced some wonderful sex since he had last seen his mother. His body hadn't forgotten it. They worked together to get his clothes off and fell onto the bed.

"Talk to me," she spoke with a husky voice. "Tell me all about it."

Rick didn't have to wonder what she wanted to know. He began to tell her about the threesome with Lucy and Carol. When he told her how both women had squirted almost simultaneously Edna had gasped with excitement and rubbed her face over the dried lady cum on his chest and pubes. Her body quivered with an orgasm as she sensed the excitement of the two women, mother and daughter, who had poured their cum onto her son.

She took his cock deep into her wet mouth when he told her about fucking Carol without a rubber. She could taste both Carol's and Lucy's essences on his dick. Neither had become pregnant, but both seemed willing, even anxious, to bear his child.

With her son's hard cock in her hot mouth she straddled him so they could eat each other in a sixty-nine. She had cum several times before she felt Rick's warm cum in her mouth. The warm slick feel excited her. Her pussy flowed from her passion, from the heat of her lust. Her nectar coated his face as she rubbed her wet cunt over him.

They laid together afterward and she told him about spending a day and night with Cynthia after Carol had left.

"You can go see her tomorrow," Edna told him. "You are both over the worst of your horniness, maybe you can talk about business." She laughed at her joke. She thought they might talk some, but she knew, too, that there would be much hot sex between them.

******

Rick called Cynthia in the morning to let her know he was on the way. She was already dressed for him, with bare pussy, nylons, bare tits and a negligee. He had another idea, though.

"Would you do something special for me today?" He asked.

"I'd do almost anything for you, Sweetheart."

"I wonder," he paused to gather his thoughts. "I wonder if you could dress up as if we were going out. Or maybe like you would for church or an important meeting."

"Yes," she told him. "That might be fun."

"I mean completely, from the skin out." He paused as if thinking. "Except for panties."

"Okay, Sweetheart, give me an extra few minutes before you get here. I'll leave the door open, just come on in if I'm not downstairs."

As soon as she had hung up she raced to the bedroom and quickly changed. She left her nylons and heels as they were. The garter belt wouldn't be needed. She put on a lacy bra, she wiggled into her girdle next and attached the garter straps to her stockings. She had debated about the girdle, but he had emphasized 'from the skin out'. She got her best suit and blouse from the closet. The blouse was satin and monogramed, she loved the feel of it against her flesh. It was winter now that was why she had chosen the suit. In the summer she would have worn one of her best dresses.

She wondered about a hat. She would wear one to church, so why not. She sat at her vanity to touch up her makeup and put a dab of perfume behind her ears. She put the hat on. It was rather small with a short veil. She set it a little to the side of her head and used hairpins to hold it in place. She arranged the veil so it fell across her eyes but left the rest of her face uncovered. She checked herself in the mirror. She thought she looked quite good, like a well-to-do matron. She did wish she showed more of her nylon sheathed legs. Hemlines were quite low that year, the skirt fell to mid-calf.

I look very stylish, she thought. Respectable too, but my pussy is so wet its almost flowing. She laughed at the thought. 

Rick was already hard when he parked his car and walked the two blocks to Cynthia's back gate. He was hoping to act out a fantasy that had become common while away at college. It usually involved either his mother or Cynthia, but Carol and Lucy were in it a few times. Whichever one it was they were dressed nicely as if for church. In his imagination he would lift the hem of the skirt to find a lush bush and wet pussy. The lady would never be wearing panties. He would lick and suck at the offered pussy while they were dressed in their best. The vision always resulted in his jerking off to one of his dream girls. The orgasms were always strong and intense.

I seem to like a few clothes on women, he thought. Maybe I want a little mystery. Although the sight of a bare pussy is so enticing.

His thoughts touched on the times one, or another of the women had sex with him while clad in a slip or negligee. Even better was the thought of the woman in a dress or skirt. He remembered how excited he had been when she would let the garment drape over his head as he ate them. Today might be a logical extension of those times. From a slip or a skirt to a fully clothed woman. Well except for panties, of course.

He let himself in the back door. Cynthia wasn't in the kitchen where she would usually greet him. He went into the living room and saw her coming downstairs.

She looked just like Rick had seen her in his fantasies. A sophisticated, even elegant, mature woman. They met at the bottom of the stair and kissed warmly. A hug too, but lightly. Rick did not want to muss up Cynthia's outfit.

"You look lovely," he told her. "You smell lovely."

"I feel lovely, and more; amorous perhaps. I think most women get somewhat aroused when they dress to look their best."

She took his hand and led him to the couch. They stood together in front of it. Another kiss, longer this time. Her tongue slipped between her lips to dance with his. His embrace was still light. To be sure he had often seen her dressed up, like this, before; in church or, occasionally, at the store. But those times making love with her had not been on his mind. Despite his hesitancy his dick was responding. It was hard in his pants and Cynthia rubbed her body against it as she kissed him again.

The feel of her body rubbing on his cock was enough to jolt him out of his diffident mood. Another kiss, one that he initiated. She responded. The kiss escalated until it was wet, open mouthed, with dancing tongues. She opened the buttons of his shirt and pushed it off him. He had not worn an undershirt. She worked on his belt buckle next. He helped; between them he was shorn of his shoes, pants and boxers. 

He slid to his knees, holding her body as he did. He pressed his head against her skirt covered mons. She caressed his head as she held him close. She was unusually excited by what was happening, but she wouldn't have been able to explain why.

His hands gripped the hem of her skirt and lifted it. Lifted it up her sensuously nylon clad legs. Over her thighs to expose the elastic of her girdle. It was open at the bottom. He could sense rather than see the shadow of her pubic hair and the glisten of her wet pussy. Her scent was not hidden. It wafted freely to invade his senses with the bouquet of her lust.

She held the hem of the skirt as he opened the clasps that held her nylons. He pushed the bottom of the girdle up, up onto her hips to let him view the lush garden of her pubes. A garden crowning her beautiful wet pussy. Her juices glistened on her thighs and on the hair surrounding her slit like a halo.

His arms encircled her hips. His tongue licked his lips. His body thrilled with excitement. It was like his fantasies come true. He pressed her face to her mons again, this time against the elastic of the girdle and the nest of her pubic hair. His tongue flicked out searching for her slit to lick at her dew flecked labia. He inhaled her musk, the scents of her arousal. His already hard cock was throbbing from his lust and desire. 

"Oh yes, Rick," he heard her say.

He loosened his grip on her hips and she sat on the couch behind her. She lifted her nylon sheathed legs over his shoulders and drew his head to her hot, wet and eager pussy. 

To Rick it was the stuff of dreams. He wanted to bury his face in her aromatic folds, to lap up her fragrant juice, to lose himself in her bouquet. To feel her juices coating his face.

"Yes," she screamed as an orgasm took control of her body. Her legs clasped his head. Her heels pressed against his back to hold him close. The feel of her nylon clad legs delighted him.

Even as Rick ate her hot pussy Cynthia clawed at the buttons of her blouse. She managed to get it open and pulled the bottom from her skirt. She pushed his head back.

"I want to suck you, Rick," her voice was husky with desire. She slid from the couch to face him. They exchanged hot, wet kisses. She pulled back from him to reach behind her back, under her blouse, to open the clasps of her bra. She lifted her tits up and out of it. Free now, her boobs were on display for him. 

More hot, wet kisses. She slid down his body to lie on her back with her hands held up to him.

"Get on top, Rick," she murmured. "Give me your cock."

He straddled her. He rubbed his cock over her erect nipples. She moaned softly. He slid forward, she lifted her head to accept the iron hard shaft of his cock.

She knew as soon as she began to suck his throbbing dick that he wouldn't last long. She didn't know why she did what came next. She took her mouth from his cock.

"Cum on me, Rick," her voice was husky with desire. "Cum on my face. Cum on my tits."

She took his cock back into her mouth to suck until he was ready.

Rick was euphoric. This was more than he had ever expected. More stuff of dreams.

He felt his cum surging from his balls. There was much of it. His cock throbbed with anticipation, eating her pussy had aroused him to a high pitch.

Elation engulfed his body as his hot cum gushed onto her face, her neck, over her veil and hair, her hat too. He slid back slightly, stroking himself, to let another spurt spew onto a tit, a third spurt onto the other tit. Back to her face he let the last of his warm cum join that already on her face.

Cynthia was ecstatic. Never had she thought she would enjoy such an experience. She had, though. She felt waves of joyous orgasms as his warm cum bathed her flesh. An almost religious feeling of submission, of giving herself and her body to this young man; of joy at being anointed with his seed as he loomed over her. 

She scooped up his cum on her fingers and sucked them clean. She offered her fingers to him, dripping with more cum she had scooped up; he opened his mouth to accept them.

He lifted himself off her and laid beside her on the carpet. They kissed with warmth and love. The initial heat was satisfied. It would return, but for a little while they could just snuggle together without arousal.

"I need to clean up," Cynthia told him.

"I like you like you are," he responded.

"We need to talk. We'll have more love afterward. I won't change my clothes, but I think I'll take the bra off."

"Ok, let me get my robe from your closet. I'll put coffee on for us."

"The coffee is all set up, Dear, just put it on the heat," said Cynthia.

They went upstairs together, their arms around each other. Cynthia had bought a robe to fit Rick, one he could wear while visiting. He put it on. They kissed as if they would not see each other for a long time rather than a few minutes. Rick left her to go to the kitchen. He started the coffee and sat to wait.

Cynthia removed her jacket and blouse. She slipped her bra off. She took the hat off. She smiled at the cum in the mesh of the veil. There was some on the hat too. She combed and brushed her hair to remove the worst of the cum globules. She would shower after Rick left.

But maybe not, she thought. Maybe I'll leave his cum on me as long as I can. It was a first for me and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

She dressed again in blouse and jacket. The satin blouse felt good against her nipples. They were extra sensitive after that wonderful loving. She left the hat off. It was no longer needed. She went downstairs to join Rick.

Rick had the coffee poured. There was a plate of cookies he had found. Cynthia sat at the table opposite him and smiled warmly.

"You seemed to enjoy our little dress up game, Rick. I certainly did."

"I did," he replied. "It was something I had been having dreams about. It was every bit as exciting as I hoped it would be."

"Well, Darling, I had a thrilling first, too. When you came on my face and tits. Being dressed as I was added much to the excitement. I think we must do this again, but not too often."

Rick smiled broadly, "Just often enough, Sweetheart."

Cynthia decided she must start talking about farming or she might never get to it. "We really need to talk, Rick. It's important enough to put off more loving for an hour or two."

Rick nodded.

Cynthia explained her concept. She wanted Rick to understand that they would be in the business of farming, not farmers. He grasped the idea and liked it. They discussed the concept and whether he would have the necessary experience.

Rick, thought he would need more actual experience to become knowledgeable enough to handle multiple farms.

"I thought you might say that," Cynthia told him with a smile. "I have been having a tentative discussion with a farm manager who is about to retire. We can use him to teach you what you need to know. He has expressed a willingness to work for us for five years after his retirement from his present position. I have also been in contact with a couple of others, but the first seems most suitable.

"If you have no objections I'll press ahead with our negotiations. His planned retirement is after the fall harvest next year. We could begin our farming enterprise the following spring."




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"Go ahead, but I think I should meet him before you seal the deal. Let's be sure he and I can get along and that he's willing to teach me what I need to know."

"Ok, Rick, that makes sense."

Cynthia went on to tell Rick of her long term plans. Rick was impressed. She envisioned a farming enterprise that enveloped over ten thousand acres, or more. It would not all be run as one farm, but as several separate operations. Each farm under its own manager. Cynthia was looking far ahead. She envisioned improvements in farming equipment that would make it more practical to farm thousands of acres with less labor.

Their talk lasted a couple of hours. Cynthia went on to explain what the living arrangements would be. 

"You need to finish school," Cynthia told him. "The knowledge you gain will be important to our future. You concentrate on studies and learn as much as you can. We ladies will get things set up and ready to go. We'll keep you informed."

Cynthia made them a drink. They moved to the couch; their talk turned to family matters. 

"You know, Darling, your mother did us all a great favor when she introduced you to oral sex. We all love it and you do too. Even better you don't wear yourself out trying to keep up with four horny women."

They were soon kissing with open mouths and dancing tongues. He groped at the buttons of her blouse. She helped him get it open and her tits exposed. She lifted her breast to his lips and sighed as he sucked and nibbled her firm nipple.

He fucked her from behind. Bent over the arm of the couch with her skirt flipped up onto her back. He stood behind her and pushed his hard shaft into her wet and eager cunt. She came with gasps of joy, and a cry of pleasure when his warm cum surged into her belly.

His legs wouldn't support him and he sank to his knees. Her pussy, before him, was leaking his cum; he leaned forward to lick it from the folds of her lovely cunt.

It was late that night when Rick slipped out the back gate and went home to his waiting mother. As Edna kissed his flesh and licked at the residue of Cynthia's cum Rick told her about the conversation with Cynthia. To Edna the tastes were delicious. They were telling her that everything was right. She made sure Rick understood that.

The rest of Rick's holiday break was a sex filled interlude. He ate all the women multiple times, fucked them too. Rubbers were no longer used. The ladies for reasons unknown, even to themselves, had lost their fear of pregnancy.

New Year's Eve had an orgy-like atmosphere. Rick was eating the women's pussies. They were licking and sucking at each other's hot, wet cunts. At midnight he fucked his mother until she came with screaming orgasms. They all stayed together until Monday morning, except for Rick. He had to leave to return to school Sunday.

Rick's trip back to school was filled with thought, not all of it about hot pussies. His future seemed to be decided. He knew he would be marrying Lucy, although nothing had yet been said. Actually he would be marrying all of them. He knew that he would be a father. Lucy, probably for sure. The others? Time would tell. He felt confident about the future. He knew they would have a great life together.

***Interlude***

Rick was driving home for spring break. The year was 1952. This would be his last break before graduation. That was only a couple of months away. His grades were good, his class standing high. Grades didn't really matter since he would be working for himself and the family. What was important was the knowledge he had gained.

Rick was not the shy, skinny boy he had been when his mother took him in hand and taught him to eat pussy. Who had guided him as he became a lover to three other women as well. He had filled out and put on muscle. Farm work during the summers may have been a factor. He was a good looking young man, although a bit on the short side. Many of the young coeds at his college were attracted to him. He didn't return their interest, however. He was quite satisfied with the women waiting for him at home.

It would be an important, and exciting week. He would be marrying his women in two days. Legally the marriage would be with Lucy, but she would actually be serving as a representative for all four of his lovers. In reality it would be a group marriage.

The family, he thought of the four women that way now, had moved to the farm. They were still working on the farmhouse and had expanded it so that each woman had a small suite with bedroom, sitting room, bath and a small kitchenette. It had been expensive, but probably worth it. There was still a large communal living area for the family as a whole. The upstairs of the communal area had been converted into two very seductively, but tastefully, furnished bedrooms; both with the largest beds that could be found. A luxurious bathroom, accessible from either bedroom, separated the two boudoirs.

They had taken over most of the farms that spring. The manager they had hired, Frank, was settled into Edna and Rick's old home with his wife. Cynthia had bought more land, they were now the biggest landowners in the area. A corporation had been set up with everyone an equal shareholder.

Lucy had quit her job and taken a few accounting courses. She would keep the books. Cynthia would be the business manager. Rick, would become the farm manager. Carol and Edna would run the household and help at whatever else they could.

The women were getting along beautifully living together in the big farmhouse. There had been few problems and those easily solved. They had worked out a rotation among themselves that allowed each of them to enjoy the others and allowed for occasional orgy-like threesomes and foursomes.

They were waiting for Rick. All wore dresses, skirts or slips. All wore nylons supported by garter belts. None wore bras or panties. All their pussies were wet with anticipation. They cut cards for the order in which they would get Rick. Of course those that weren't active with their man would have each other. Or they could enjoy watching Rick eat the pussy of one of their sister wives. That was always exciting for them. They seemed to share a voyeuristic trait.

They all willingly embraced the notion that they would each be married to the others, and to Rick. His marriage to Lucy, by extension to all of them, was simply to solemnize their arrangement. Do not think the marriage was a minor formality, it was important to all of them; very important.

They had talked and planned at length about the coming marriage. One subject they were stuck on for a while was how to consider themselves. They would all be wives of Rick. Lucy would represent all of them in the rituals of the marriage. At the same time they were each lovers to the others. They settled on thinking of themselves as sister wives. It was a term they all agreed fit their lifestyle. 

As Rick neared home his thoughts changed. Dreams about his marriage to four lovely ladies became visions of hot, wet pussies waiting for him. Waiting for him to go down on them; to lick and suck at their wet heat.

It was growing dark when he pulled into the farmhouse driveway. He left his bags in the car and rushed into the house. They were waiting for him. The room was redolent with musk and pheromones. They quickly had his shirt off, he kicked his shoes off. Only then did they think to ask if he'd eaten. He replied that he had stopped for a sandwich.

They led him upstairs to one of the bedrooms. Carol was first. Clad in a silk slip that he pushed up her thighs to expose her wild, lush bush. He buried his face in her fragrant cunt; to lick and suck, to drink her juices, to inhale her rich bouquet. To thrill as she came with loud gasps and squeals and came again until satiated.

Her sister wives were not left out. They had each other. They savored each other's pussies and watched until their own turn came. They all had their turn. Rick was in heaven as he ate each of their succulent pussies in turn. A sublime satisfaction enveloped him each time one of his brides-to-be came on his face.

The ladies had decided that they would ask Rick to wait until after the wedding to cum. He agreed when he understood that it was important to them. He didn't mind too much, not considering the joy that eating their pussies brought him.

The next day was spent preparing for the wedding, and pampering Rick. He slept late. He woke naked and content in a bedroom fragrant with the musky bouquet of woman's juices. The ladies heard him stirring and fixed him a fine breakfast. They were still dressed as they had been when he arrived home. Their pussies still wet with the juices of lust. His cock hardened as he drank his coffee and ate breakfast.

During the day he ate each one of them individually. They gasped and squealed as they orgasmed and Rick's body sang with joy as they rubbed their juices on his face.

It was all together again that evening. They went to bed early, the ladies were all anxious for more loving. Truth be told they wanted his cock in themselves, to feel him thrusting his hardness into their slick and eager pussies. They had decided to wait, however, so they would. Thus it was another pleasurable evening of licking and sucking.

The women were up early. They showered before waking Rick. They would all wear similar white dresses. Simple and feminine; makeup was expertly applied. Bras were worn with the idea they would be removed later. They had discussed not wearing panties, but it was decided that all their pussies would be wet and probably show a wet spot on their dresses.

They drove Cynthia's Cadillac to the church Edna and Rick had attended. It was a small, private ceremony. Rick drove home. Lucy sat close to him on the way home. The other three ladies sat in the back. Once they were clear of city traffic the women removed their panties and with much giggling their bras. The latter caused them to possibly expose themselves to oncoming traffic, thus more giggles.

The sister wives had been undecided about the after wedding arrangements. They could all get together in a group loving to celebrate the fact that they were all wed together and to Rick. Or, alternately, they could each, in turn have a day and night with Rick. The alternative, they reasoned, would emphasize the fact that Rick had married each of them individually, as well as all of them together.

After much discussion they decided Rick should spend time with each of them, followed by a group lovefest to celebrate their unity.

Rick and his bride were led to one of the upstairs bedrooms. She had already disposed of her panties and bra. She thought about leaving her corsage pinned to her bodice, but decided it would get in the way. She helped him off with his coat, tie and shirts. She rubbed her hands seductively over his bare chest and shoulders. He sat on the side of the bed, she knelt to pull his shoes off. She rubbed her face against the hard bulge of his cock tenting his pants. She gazed up at him and licked her lips suggestively. He smiled back at her.

"We both want that, My Love. Don't we?"

"Yes," her voice was husky with desire. "But I need you to fuck me first; to consummate the marriage."

She reached for his belt to open it. The pants were next. She pulled the zipper down. She grasped the waist, and pulled them down, over his hips, as he lifted his butt to help. She pulled them off his feet and tossed them away. She would hang them up later. His boxers had come off with the pants. His cock was free now. It was hard and erect before her face. She leaned forward to kiss it, to lick at his glans.

She knew his balls were loaded with his sperm. She would have loved to suck him to feel his warm, creamy cum fill her mouth. But she needed him inside her first. Needed his cum to flow into her belly; to fill her eager cunt.

He held a hand out to her and she came to her feet. She lay with him, he pushed the hem of her dress to bunch around her waist. Pheromones wafted from her. She didn't want foreplay. She wanted him on top. She needed to feel his body on hers. Her legs parted, she urged him over her. She needed him, needed his hard cock stretching the walls of her pussy. She exulted when she felt his weight and his hard shaft slide into her waiting cunt.

He was too long without sex to last long. His cum exploded into her before she could cum herself. He poured it deep into her ready cunt. She didn't care that she hadn't cum. His cum filled her belly, that was what she needed. She held him there as long as she could. Held him to keep his cum in her pussy, closer to the waiting egg. No she didn't know it, not consciously. She held him until she felt him hardening again, until he began to pump his hard shaft deep into her hot, eager pussy.

She came then, with loud gasps and squeals. With cries of boundless pleasure. The cells of her body sang as an orgasm coursed through them. She thrust her pussy at him; they met in that age old rhythm of love.

She came again as his cock glided into her smoothly, sliding on the blend of juices that filled her pussy. She was cumming again as he poured his seed into her a second time.

She held him the, close, tight. She didn't want to let him go. 

"I love you, Rick."

"I love you, Carol."

Carol had won the draw. It was she who had him on their wedding day, and night. Edna would have him next. Lucy would follow, then Cynthia. The other sister wives were ensconced in the other bedroom enjoying their own Sapphic threesome.

They rested. Carol delighted in the feel of his cum seeping from her hot pussy onto her thighs and sliding into the crack of her ass. Later she would suck him, pleasing herself with the feel of his iron hard cock in her mouth, with the gush of his warm creamy cum as he filled her wet mouth.

He wanted to eat her, to suck at the melded juices of their lust. She wouldn't let him. She didn't know why, but she wanted to keep his cum in her belly.

In the morning she relented and let him eat her. With her wedding dress bunched around her waist she spread her legs lewdly. Her hands on his head guided him. Led him to her waiting pussy. He buried his face into the wet inviting folds of her cunt and licked at the inner lips. He sucked at her clit and pushed his tongue deep into her tunnel. She came with strong, intense orgasms. She shouted out her orgasmic joy as his tongue and lips and teeth pleasured her hot pussy. He felt her rapture and it flowed into his own body. He felt, again, the wondrous delight he experienced when a woman came on his face. 

When it was time to get up she kissed him warmly. She told him again that she loved him, he responded with words of his love. They went to the bathroom together to pee and brush their teeth. Donning robes they went downstairs. The other sister wives had coffee and breakfast ready for them.

After breakfast they showered together. Carol slipped out of the dress she had worn for the wedding. It was stained from their cums. From the blend of nectar that had seeped from her pussy. She saw the stains and smiled. They kissed warmly after the shower. They exchanged expressions of love. Carol took him by the hand, led him downstairs and relinquished him to Edna.

******

Edna wore the white dress she had worn for the wedding. Each of the brides would wear their wedding dress when their turn came. The scent of lust and desire was strong in the room. None of the women wore panties, signals of desire wafted freely from their hot pussies. 

Edna put her arms around Rick's neck and lifted her face for a kiss. Their relationship had changed. She no longer looked at him as her son. At times, in fact most of the time, she thought of him as a lover or, since the wedding, as her husband. She took a certain amount of pride in the fact that it was she that had taught him the joy of eating a woman's pussy. That it was she that had started him on the road to where they were today. But when those thoughts entered her mind it was as a lover, not a mother.

They went upstairs to the bedroom. The same one he and Carol had used. Cynthia and Lucy had changed the bed and gotten the room ready for them. Even so, the scent of sex was still present and arousing to Edna; as if she needed arousing. She could feel her juices seeping from her wet pussy and coating her thighs. It slid down the flesh of her upper thighs to soak into the tops of her hosiery.

Rick will like that, she thought with a smile.

Her bodice buttoned down the front. She smiled seductively at him as she opened it to bare her nipples. She opened his robe and pushed it off his shoulders to fall at their feet.

He slid to his knees, his hands reached for the hem of her dress. It lifted it until her lovely wild bush was exposed. Her juices glistened where they had seeped from her hot, wet pussy; on her tangled pubic hair, on the flesh of her thighs.

Her scent; erotic, seductive. How he loved it. How he loved lifting a woman's skirt to find a bare pussy waiting for him; for his loving. Waiting for the touch of his tongue, his lips.

She took the hem of the dress from him. She held it up while his arms encircled her hips. While he rubbed his forehead against the coarse, curly hair of her pubes. While he rubbed his cheeks against her thighs, against the nectar soaked tops of her nylons.

She stepped back slightly to sit on the bed. He followed on his knees. She lifted her legs over his shoulders and her hands caressed his head as she guided him to her pussy. She lost herself then. Lost in the delights, the wonderful sensations of orgasmic joy that crashed through her body.

She could take no more, not without fainting from the pleasure. She gently pushed his head back. She lay back on the bed, he waited with his head resting on her thigh. The fragrance of her hot pussy was pleasant as he inhaled it.

She was almost content. It had been wonderful, so wonderful. But she was empty; that had never happened before. When she had been so totally satisfied by him eating her hot, wet cunt she had always been content for a while. She needed his cock this time. She needed him to fill her. She needed to feel his slick cum gush into her belly.

He stood, his rock hard cock standing erect. He lifted her hips. She clasped her legs around him to hold herself there. She was ready, His rock hard cock slid into her eager pussy as he stood beside the bed. She responded with a soft moan of contentment.

She wanted him to cum. She needed to feel him cum. Even if she didn't have another orgasm she wanted him to. It was important, she didn't know why.

She did have an orgasm. As her body shuddered with the thrills racing through her she felt the warmth of his cum fill her pussy, He thrust hard into her, pounding his hips against her ass. She cried out as she felt him, his cum.

His knees wouldn't hold him. He laid on the bed next to her. They embraced, and kissed, and told each other of their love.

There was more. More sucking and fucking. They slept tangled together. She in her white wedding dress. Disheveled now and cum stained; hers and his.

As with Carol the other ladies served them breakfast in the morning. They showered together. Rick ate her pussy again as warm water cascaded over them.

They donned robes and Edna led him downstairs to Lucy.

******

Lucy looked lovely in her white wedding dress. Like the other ladies, she was wet from the anticipation of what was to come.

She was almost giddy with the thought that she was actually married to Rick. She could have his babies now, hopefully it wouldn't be too long. She wanted him now; wanted his hard cock to fill her pussy. She wanted to feel his warm cum in her belly.

In the bedroom they kissed and tumbled onto the bed. Lucy straddled him and pushed the robe off his shoulders. He lifted his butt so she could pull it out from under him and toss it away. She opened the buttons of her bodice. She looked at him and licked her lips seductively as she pulled the dress open to free her tits for his gaze. Her dress was already pulled up to her knees so she could straddle him. She lifted the hem to her waist, to show him her untamed bush, to show him her pussy centered in the nest of hair. For him, it was for him the essences flowed; flowed from her hot snatch to glisten on her lips and thighs and in the halo of her pubic hair.




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She moved over his face. She brought her eager pussy to him, he lifted his head to meet her; to push his tongue between her lips into the red warmth hiding behind them. He found her clit, to lick it and suck it and delight in its hardness. She came and her nectar flowed. She rubbed her pussy over his face and anointed him with her fragrant juices.

She turned to take his cock in her mouth. Not to make him cum, but to feel the hardness; to thrill with the beat of his pulse in the hard shaft. She sucked him with caution. She loved the feel of his hardness filling her wet mouth, but she didn't want him to cum. She loved the feel and the taste of his seed, yes; but she wanted it inside her, in her pussy.

She brought him close to cumming, but lifted her head when she sensed he was close. She turned again, this time to kneel with her wet pussy poised over his throbbing cock. She let her warm cunt slide onto his rock hard shaft. She took him deep, until she felt him against her cervix. That was where she wanted his cum, deep in her belly.

He came quickly. With strong thrusts into her willing cunt. His cum gushed from him to fill her wet pussy, to coat the red flesh of her cunt with his slick seed. He pumped it into her cervix, toward the waiting egg.

She squeezed her pussy on his softening dick, milking him. She smiled as she saw that he liked the sensation. She took all his cum, she kept him inside her even after he was too soft. She wanted to keep the seed in her belly, where it belonged.

Eventually she had to let him go. They collapsed together with soft kisses. They dozed off holding each other. Dozed to wake again and fuck again, and yet again. He wanted to eat her, she wouldn't let him. His cum belonged in her belly, she would keep it there.

There was breakfast for them in the morning, served by smiling sister brides. They showered together. She let him eat her pussy then as the warm water poured over them.

They dried each other with big fluffy towels and she led him to Cynthia.

******

Cynthia wished she could get pregnant for the family, for Rick. She was a wife, like the other women. It felt, to her, like thing to do; give him children. But she was beyond her childbearing years, she could love him, though, and make love with him. 

She had dressed carefully. No bra or panties, but a girdle to shape her body. The main reason for the girdle was that Rick had indicated he liked it when she had worn one before.

In the bedroom they laid together for hugs and hot, wet kisses. She opened the buttons of her dress as Rick watched. She let her tits free for him to suck and nibble.

Rick pulled the material of her dress up her legs until her lush pubes, seen through the open bottom of the girdle, were exposed to his gaze. His hand caressed the soft folds of her pussy. His finger slid inside her into her hot wetness. She sighed with pleasure.

Her sighs turned to moans when a second finger joined it. The moans became an almost scream of pleasure when he found her g-spot and stroked it. He knelt beside her head as he brought her to multiple orgasms. She turned to him, his cock was there for her, hard. She didn't need to think, she was beyond rational thought. She slid her mouth over the hardness; delighted in the feel of it filling her mouth.

He came as her body shuddered from cumming; she felt the warm cum stream into her mouth. She milked him as he softened. She savored his creaminess as he pulled his finger from her.

They kissed and laid together while she recouped. He let her doze off. As she napped he thought of his other wives; about how they had been on their wedding nights.

They had all acted similarly, different than before the marriage. Except for Carol they had been reluctant to suck him, except to make him hard; not long enough to make him cum. In another switch all three were reluctant to let him eat their pussy once he had fucked them. They had held him off until morning. True he had enjoyed the honeymoons with them tremendously, but one of his great thrills came from a woman cumming while he ate her cunt. He found himself wanting to bury his face in a wet pussy. Cynthia seemed to be acting normally. He would find out when she woke up. The thought of eating her as she wore her girdle brought back memories of when she had dressed up for him.

She woke soon. "I want to eat you," he whispered close to her ear. "I want to suck your pussy."

She threw her arms around him and drew him close for a wet open mouthed kiss.

"Yes," she murmured.

He tugged at the dress, she got the message and between them pulled it off over her head. She let it fall to the floor beside the bed and returned to his embrace.

He sucked at her nipple as his hand fondled her plump breasts. He slid lower to rub his face on the elastic of her girdle. It found it to be strangely erotic. Her legs parted instinctively. She was wet and ready. He knelt between her splayed legs and slowly, sensuously opened the tabs that supported her nylons; the tabs on the garter straps that hung from her girdle. He pushed the bottom up and buried his face in her wet heat.

It was so lovely for him. The musky fragrance of her hot pussy. The taste, strong with the juices of desire. The feel of her nylon encased legs over his shoulder, clasping his back. The texture of the elastic girdle against his forehead. The wild thrusts of her hips as she pushed her hot pussy into his face while she came with loud gasps. The delicious almost pain as she twisted her hands in his hair to hold him, a happy prisoner, at her garden.

"Turn around," he heard. "Bring him to me."

He turned, he straddled her; his cock at her face. She eagerly sucked it between her lips, deep into her wet mouth. The fabric of her girdle rubbed against the flesh of his chest. Her tits pressed against his belly. Her juices flowed onto his face as she came for him, and came again.

He felt the exhilaration in his body. The tingling thrills the foretold a coming orgasm. The excitement raced through him, to his cock; to explode in a rush of creamy cum into her welcoming mouth. Mindless, there was no thought, only elation. Euphoria for both of them as they rose to mutual orgasms.

They collapsed together. They embraced and kissed to exchange tastes. Their cums flowed between them, blending into a delicious mélange of sexuality. They swallowed and kissed again. No longer the wet, sloppy kisses of lust. Rather the soft loving kisses of two people who had given each other great pleasure.

She let him rest. She dozed for a short while, but woke before him. She watched him sleeping next to her. She recalled how he had been such a skinny boy the first time they had made love. It had only been because an anonymous letter had told her he would eat her pussy. She had been horny at the time and had brought him to her bed. It had been a wonderful life since then, now he was her husband. Hers and the other sister brides. She felt a thrill as she realized that she really was wed to him. That he was her man despite the difference in their ages. She softly stroked his cock as she recalled how their love had grown. The love all of them had for all the others.

He woke to the pleasant feel of a soft mouth sucking his cock. His hands went to her head, to caress her, to show her his pleasure. She looked up at him with a smile. He was hard now hard and ready. She straddled his hips; she impaled herself on his throbbing cock.

He thrust up into her, she leaned forward to feed him her tit, to let her clit slide along the hard shaft of his dick. They kissed; wild, sloppy, mindless.

She straightened back up to take him all the way into her cunt. His hands on her hips urged her to lift herself off him. To let him bring her to his face to lick and suck at her hot pussy. Back to his cock, to impale herself once again; to feel his hardness stretching the walls of her vagina.

She came with quivers and moans that became shudders and soft screams. She came again until orgasms were chasing themselves through her body. She was almost spent when she felt him tense. When she felt the signs she knew so well. He was cumming now, cumming for her; to fill her pussy with his slick, creamy cum. There was another orgasm for her. One that brought them together, to cum together in a glorious climax.

They were replete. They fell asleep holding each other. She with a soft smile; her marriage had been consummated.

As with the others Cynthia's sister wives served them breakfast. They showered together afterward and put on robes to return to the downstairs living room.

It would be Rick's last full day at home. He would be leaving to return to school the following day. A celebratory dinner was planned. The sister wives referred to it a 'wedding feast'. It would be similar to their holiday dinners. A variety of dishes with small portions.

Even with the small portions Rick felt stuffed after the meal. He fell asleep in one of the living room chairs, the sister wives let him sleep. They thought he had experienced several days full of sex and love since the wedding and could use the rest.

The women set up the mat in the living room. It was much improved since they had set up their first one; Softer now, thicker and larger. Upholstered chairs were set at the edge in case someone wanted to use them; to be licked and sucked and made to cum while sitting in them.

They wives went to their own apartments to get ready. There was a sense of lust in the air, an all-pervading bouquet of pheromones and women's juices. The ladies' pussies were already anticipating what was to come.

Rick woke as his brides began to return to the living room. He smiled when he saw the mat that had been prepared for them.

It was an evening of licking and sucking. Of bare tits and asses. Of wet pussies and stiff cocks. Rick ate all their pussies. They all ate each other. The room was suffused with the fragrance of hot sex. When all had cum, at least a couple of times, Edna gave Rick a blow job while the others watched. With deep kisses she shared his cum with the other sister brides. She kissed Rick last, their tongues danced as they sought out the tastes of cum; his or hers, it didn't matter.

They rested after that. Rick needed his sleep. They covered themselves with blankets and slept snuggled together.

Rick left in the morning to drive back to school. He would not see the others again until his graduation.

******

They all traveled together for the graduation. Cynthia had arranged for a suite at a local hotel. They proudly watched him receive his diploma. There was much kissing and hugging afterward, a few tears too.

It was after a celebratory dinner, back at the hotel, that the sister wives told him the news. They were pregnant. Three of them were, at least. It had happened on their wedding nights.

Rick felt a sense of awe. And pride too, of course pride.

******

That was how it started. They are a large group now, they call themselves 'The Clan'. Rick is the only one of the original group still alive. He is an old man now and looked up to as the patriarch. Fate has been good to them. Their farming venture was a success. Later the city where it all started grew and expanded. The village near their farms became a bedroom community. Their farmland grew in value. They sold much of it, but kept a number of parcels of commercial value.

They bought a large ranch in an isolated area and moved there. They turned what remained of their original property over to a management firm. Clan representatives make quarterly visits to keep an eye on things.

It was not long after their inception as an incestuous group that they found they were not unique. They became aware of a group of families with a lifestyle similar to their own. This group had banded together to protect their lifestyle and exchange information. The clan was contacted by the group called the 'Merged Families Society'. The society had learned the signs to look for. The clan had left a few subtle clues in their wake. 

There is considerable marriage between members of the society. There are few inhibitions about incest between marriage partners, or group sex either. More importantly marriage with outsiders brought fresh blood to the clan and enlarged the gene pool.

They still happily live an incestuous lifestyle. As soon as the children reach eighteen they are initiated. Usually older siblings, aunts and uncles and, of course, their parents will prepare them for the life they all enjoy so much.



A Mother's Love Is The Best Love



Chapter 1

Like so many women my age, forty-six, I've worked pretty hard to stave off the ravages of time. I've always been attractive but as I've crossed the thirty-year old mark, then entered my forties, well, I've had to work a bit harder at it.

I've done pretty well, still weigh about what I did when I left high school, I've used sunscreen faithfully so my complexion remains soft and smooth and unblemished, my breasts, well, there has been a bit of southerly drift but nowhere near what might be expected, I can still wear a bikini and hold my head up. And, yes, I do get more than my share of ogles. I love it, too.

I work out at the gym three days a week so my muscle tone is good and, well, not that I'm getting too much benefit these days, but I work out over a stick-on rubber dildo that I put on a glass-topped coffee table or on the shower floor to keep my pelvic muscles tight and ready for the occasional sex that happens my way. But, truthfully, it's just a good dildo fuck when I don't have the real thing around. Unfortunately, these days, that's most of the time.

Yes, well. I've been married, twenty-one years, then he got a new secretary and, the old story became new again. And, I became single again. Not alone, just single.

I'm not alone because I have my son living here with me, he's twenty-five, and when he was offered a job back here where he grew up, he took it and I offered him a place to live here with me. He does help with paying the utilities and the food bill along with some other expenses and it has worked out nicely. It's nice to have a man around and I do feel safer now that he's back home.

It's funny that on the occasions that we go out to dinner or a movie, there have been times that we are thought to be a couple. It was certainly a complement to me, though, perhaps not to Randy.

Now, I had dated some, well, a little, it didn't seem to me that the pool of eligible men was very deep and it always seemed that Randy took an instant dislike to every man who showed up to take me out. Nothing obvious but he would always have some pretty negative comments about him the next day.

Then, as we were finishing our wine from dinner one night, it came to me.

"You know, Randy, I think I've figured out why you've never liked any of the men that I've dated after your father and I divorced."

"Oh, what's your thought?"

"Well, I think it's not that you think I'll get serious with any of them, I think it's, well, I think it's because you want me for yourself." There, I said it.

"You mean, like..." and his face got crimson.

"Just listen," I said as I leaned toward him, sliding my hand onto his leg under the table, "I'm really flattered, Randy, that you would think of me in that way. And, you know what?"

"What?"

"Well, when you go out on a date, well, I, well, I feel the same way."

"You do, you really mean..."

"I mean, well, ever since I was divorced, well, I've, um, felt drawn more and more to you, to you, Randy. I didn't really want to admit it to myself, well, until this week, really. I've been thinking about it."

"You mean, like, you and me, attracted like, well, like, sexually?"

There would be no mistake as I pushed my hand up onto the bulge I knew was in his pants.

"Yes, son, like sexually," I told him softly as I rubbed up and down.

He just sat there, I really think I'd caught him off-guard, then his hand reached out as it went palm-down onto my breast and squeezed lightly.

"I don't know exactly where this will eventually lead but, tonight, I hope it leads us to my bedroom."

"Yeah, I think I do too," he whispered softly. I took his hand, stood up and said, "Then, that's where we're going," and I led him down the hall to my bedroom. Every step was filled with questions in my mind: Where would this lead to years from now? What if he found me less desirable that he'd imagined? What if I wasn't as good sexually as the young women he'd been with in the past? Was I really going to get naked with my own son? And have sex with him? His cock in my body?

As soon as we were inside my bedroom, I decided to just go right ahead and take my clothes off, then I began taking off Randy's clothes until I got down to his boxers which I then tugged to the floor. As much as I wanted to take hold of that nice, large cock I saw, instead I stood up and put my arms around my son and pulled him to me and kissed him fully on the lips as I felt his hands range down my back and onto my butt.

The next kiss, I slid the tip of my tongue in between his lips, then he soon had his returning the pleasure. His hands were now on my breasts, kneading them, rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger making them hard and aroused and hungry.

"Oh, Mom, yes, I have wanted this. You're so beautiful, just perfect. I can't believe this is happening."

"I've wanted it, too, honey, I really think it all began right after the divorce. At first, I really didn't want to own up to the thoughts I was having. But, I eventually was thinking about you when I was in my room, making myself happy at night, imagining it was you," I told him and then led him to my bed.

He lay down as I looked again at his cock laying on his abdomen. My son was a very well-endowed young man, it looked to be at least eight inches and nice and thick, as well; a real woman-pleaser.

I got on the bed on my knees, lifted his lovely cock and bent over to kiss it and take it into my mouth welcoming it into my body.

"Oh, oh, Mom, mmm, oh, that feels so good," my son groaned as he fondled my boobs underneath me. I didn't want him to cum, that I wanted inside me, I knew I would have lots and lots of time to suck his cock to completion, what man doesn't love that, after all. No, I just wanted to suck him for a bit, then get him where I was longing for his cock to go. Right where he first came out into the world, twenty-five years ago.

Then, I lifted up and lay down, wanting him inside me as he crawled between my outstretched legs, but, then, his head dipped down and he began licking my wet pussy. I'm not a young woman, I'm in my mid-forties, but several years ago I began shaving my pubic area, just leaving a little 'landing strip' of soft, brown curls to point to my secret pleasure place for those who were interested.

I opened wide to his caresses, my hands down holding his cheeks as he pleasured me so fully, his tongue flicking up and down.

"Mmm, oh, Randy, you make me feel so good," I whispered as he moved up to lick and suck on my clit which was so aroused it was fully erect. He slid two fingers in me as he sucked and I simply spiraled upward into a massive orgasm. I quaked and shook, bucking my hips up at his wet face, crying out his name, thanking him over and over.

He raised up, gleaming with my juices and said, "I want to do that every day, every single day," and moved up, his cock wagging in front of him, took it in his hand and led it right up to my opening and shoved his hips forward, driving his cock up into me just where I wanted it.

"Mmm, now we're really together," he murmured as he began moving back and forth, each stroke sending waves of pleasure across my body. I raised my legs high so he could probe me deeply with his long, manly cock. His hands were gently kneading my breasts as his hips went back and forth, filling me, then pulling back for another wonderful thrust.

"Oh, Son, this is so wonderful. I hope you're not disappointed. I'm not so young any more."

"This is exactly what I want. I don't want any one else, just you. And, you're perfect."

I loved every word he just spoke, it couldn't have been any better if said in any other way. I reached down to pull my legs back onto my chest as he got up higher over me, thrusting straight down in long, long strokes down deep into my interior, then back up, almost all the way out, then back down again.

"Oh, Randy, you feel so good inside me. I just want to keep you in my bed from now on so we can be together like this as much as we can."

Taking my son to bed and fucking him was so erotic that I was quickly getting close to an orgasm. And, his nice cock was pleasing me as much as I had ever been pleasured by any man's before. I was close and it felt delicious.

"Mmm, mmm, yes, oh, OH, OH, AYYYE, AYYYE, UH, UH, um, mmm, mmm," I cried out as I was swept over with warm and rapturous feelings as Randy pushed deep into me.

"Oh, Son, you've made me so happy, I love you so. Now all I want is your cum, do it for me, mmm."

My darling son was taking long, slow strokes in and out that just felt so wonderful. I was even beginning to wonder if perhaps another orgasm was rising up inside me. I don't usually have multiple orgasms but I also don't usually have my own son's cock bringing it about. This was, no doubt, the most erotic and arousing sex I'd ever had, surely a mixture of the taboo nature of our sex and the deep love we already shared for each other was adding to each stroke of Randy's hard cock.

"Oh, Mom, mmm, this is what I've wanted, oh, yes, I want you every day, as much as I can have. I love you, Mom, I love you," and he shoved hard into me as I felt his cum spurting into me for the first time. I was already dreaming of the next time and the time after that.

He dropped down over me as I wrapped my legs around him drawing him even closer, deeper as we kissed and held one another.

"Mmm, I think that was the most exciting sex I've ever had, Randy. I just never expected that my own son would take me to such heights."

"Oh, Mom, we're just beginning. That was our first time. We have hundreds, thousands of more times ahead of us. I want to fuck you as much as I can."

That might have been the nicest thing that's ever been said to me.

"Yes, I want the same, I want you to have me just as much as you want."

"Mom, that's a lot, you know. I could do this two, three times a day. Not week, day."

"Well, dear one, I may surprise you, but, well, I'd just love that. You can have me whenever you want. And anything you want. I'll do whatever you need, a handjob, suck you, sex like we just had, whatever. Anything."

"Can we sleep together?"

Chapter 2

"Oh, I'd love to sleep with you, Son, but only on one condition...it has to be naked," I replied, a smile crossing my face.

He laughed and replied, "I guess you've got a deal. We can even be naked around the house. I know I'd like that. I just love looking at you like this. You look so good, god, you make me hard," as he began stroking inside me again, his cock still inside me.

He fucked me again before we retired for the night, wrapped in each other's arms. In the middle of the night, I felt him move then his lips fastened to my nipple as he began sucking. I reached down for his cock which was hard and rubbed him while he sucked. We were soon asleep again and woke in the morning when my alarm went off.

"Oh, it would have to be a workday, damn," I grumbled as I slapped down the alarm button.

"Let's both call in sick, Mom. I just can't let you go today, I just want to fuck you all day long."

Well, with an offer like that, we both decided that we would call in sick and spend the day together in our wonderful new way. And, to start our day, I got up over Randy and slid down over him taking him deep inside me and scissoring up and down on his wonderful cock. The stick-on dildo exercises were paying off as my son began to moan.

"Oh, Mom, you are so tight, just incredible, you tighten down on me every time you go up, it's just the best," he moaned as his hands rubbed my breasts.

It did feel so good, I kept clenching his cock every time I pulled up, oh, it felt so good, just heavenly. Then, as I was squeezing my grip on him and slowly raising up, he bucked his hips up and I felt the warm spurts of his cum that I'd sucked up out of him. I quickly went up and down as fast as I could as he writhed and squirmed, pumping me full.

"Oh, mom, OH, OH, UUH, UUH, UNH, mmm, mmm, oh, I love you, Mom, I love you so much," and he pulled me down on him and kissed me over and over as I kept fucking him as fast as I could, desperately wanting release for myself.

"Mmm, I'm...I'm getting close, mmm," I panted, then I exploded in a fantastic orgasm that just went on and on, I almost cried it was so good.

We held each other, I was still on top of him, still moving on his cock, kissing, hugging, feeling each other.

"Mmm, I'm so happy, Mom. I never realized just how much I had wanted you all this time. I think even when I was twelve, thirteen, I remember thinking how sexy you were. When you wore a bikini, I remember getting hard-ons and going off to jack-off. I guess I've wanted you for a long time."

"Well, it's funny. I've been thinking back, too, and I remember one morning you came out of the bathroom naked, maybe you were sixteen or so, and went running down the hall to your room as I saw your very hard penis bobbing back and forth. I had some pretty erotic thoughts for a while after that. Naughty me, huh?"

"Oh, do I wish we'd started this back then. I would have fucked you ever since, all those years, like ten years, Mom."

"Yes, well, it didn't happen, Randy, but now it has and we have each other."

"Mmm, yes, and I must say you really know what you're doing when you get up on top, Mom, you sure gave me the best sex I've ever had."

"Why don't we have some breakfast, then it'll be time to call in sick and come back to bed and just fuck as much as we want. And, your mother is feeling very aroused and horny, just warning you," and I gave him a kiss and we got up.

I went to the closet to get a robe and Randy asked, "Can we just stay like this? It'll save us time, after all," grinning from ear to ear.

"Good thought, Son," as I took hold of his cock and gently pulled him down the hall to the kitchen.

As I was getting the coffee ready, he was behind me, his rehardened cock pressing eagerly behind me, his hands around my front rubbing my breasts. I wiggled my butt and said, "My goodness, I have such a horny son."

"And aren't you glad, too?"

I turned around to kiss him as I reached down to grip the object of my desires while the coffee began perking.

"We'll never have breakfast if you keep groping me all the time, you know."

"Oh, I know and I really don't care," he said sassily as his hands went back to my breasts and he pulled me tight, pressing his hard cock against my middle.

"Oh, here, you spoiled boy," and I turned back around, leaned forward a bit and spread my legs as he pushed between my legs and ran his cock back and forth along my pussy lips, already glazed with my slippery juices.

The coffee was ready and the toast popped up when I turned my head to him and said, "Randy, we have all day for this, breakfast is ready and, I think we're going to need our strength for what we have planned. So take your cock away and let me finish this," all said with a smile.

"I just can't keep away from you, Mom, you are so hot naked like this. You better love sex because I plan of giving you all I can."

I put the coffee down, then a plate stacked with toast, as he scooted his chair over to mine so he could fondle me as we ate. I must admit, I did have some fun with his cock.

I was rubbing the precum around on the head of his cock with my thumb while he was gently caressing my breast. I was excited about the way our new life was unfolding, being naked with each other with full and easy access to each other's bodies. So familiar, so open,

I stood up and turned to him, leaning a bit so my breasts were in his face as he opened and took a nipple in. Then, I reached down for his cock, held it up and moved over him, facing him, straddling the chair and lowered myself, driving him deep into me as I sat in his lap.

I began moving my hips back and forth, fucking him in the kitchen, as we kissed. His cock, somehow, felt even larger, harder, as I went up and down on him.

"Mmm, this is how to have breakfast, Mom," he said softly as I rode him up and down.

"Oh, it is, Son, yes, it is," and I kissed him again as I ground down on him forcing him even higher up in me as I slowly twisted back and forth.

I was panting and my heart was racing as he was touching me in all new places so deep up inside me.

"Omigod, Randy, oh, I've never felt so...UUUH, UUUH, UUNH, UUNH, oh, oh, mmm, oh, Son, this is so wonderful. You're all I need, I love you so much, so much," and I began scissoring up and down wanting his cum, his cum up in his mother's pussy. It was all I wanted at that moment.

"Oh, Mom, oh, that is so good, you are so tight, it's incredible. My own mother, the best fuck of my life," and as he said that he thrust his hips upward as I felt the warm spurts of his cum, oh, I loved that feeling so.

I snuggled down on him still moving my hips up and down, "Mmm, I love this, Randy, I love us being together like this, as lovers. It seemed so strange at first and so natural now."

"Yes, I want us to always be like this. I want us to always be lovers. You're right, it feels so perfect, the two of us."

All told, we fucked five times that first day we were lovers. And Randy and I also pleasured each other orally, I loved sucking him even when I couldn't get him fully-hard, I'd just suck him anyway.

SInce that first day, we are naked with each other every day, having sex as soon as we both get home from work, then we prepare dinner, watch some television or watch a video, Randy has gotten us some pretty hot porn videos, then off to bed for more sex and cuddling.

I just never thought I would ever be so sexually fulfilled as I am now with my always-horny son wanting sex from his always-horny mom.



A Mother's Love Never Dies



Author's note: Well with a name like mine how could I possibly not conjure up something for a Halloween contest? Well nothing's changed and in my quest to try to do something a little different, I've decided to shy away from dark and evil(I did enough of that in SWB) and go with something a little more playful, a little something more in the vein of a good old fashioned Trick or Treat. As to what that means, I hope this story will be considered a treat despite the little bit of a trick that occurs. Enjoy Lovecraft68

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I stood outside of my mother's bedroom and took a deep breath. This was it. After two years of keeping my feelings secret, I was going to Mom how I felt. I hesitated then moving quickly before I lost my nerve yet again, I knocked.

"Come on in Trevor!" she called out.

I grabbed the knob and as I turned it, noticed my hand was trembling. Pushing the door open, I entered the room that if all went well I would soon be sharing with my heart's desire. Mom was sitting on the edge of the bed, her feet on a towel as she painted her toe nails. I caught my breath when I saw that her legs being bent had caused the back of her robe to fall away. I stared at the backs of her white creamy thighs and felt a stirring between my legs when I saw the thin strip of her black panties.

Mom glanced down and blushing, said, "Oh, I'm sorry honey!"

She quickly dropped her feet to the floor and lifting her hips pulled her robe down over knees. I wanted to tell her not to be, that I loved seeing her beautiful body, but instead walked slowly over to her.

"C...can I talk to you Mom?" I asked softly.

"Of course," she flashed me her trademark crooked smile, the left side of her mouth curling up a little more than the right. That smiled was also the one that always caused her green eyes to light up, "But I thought you were going out tonight."

"I...I'd rather be home with you." I said in a weak attempt to try to steer the conversation my way.

"That's sweet," she laughed, "But honey, a good looking twenty year old boy like you should be out with the girls having some fun, not home with your boring old mother. What's that little cutie Amber up to tonight?

"You're not boring Mom," I told her dodging the topic of the girl mom thought I should be dating, " and I...I think you're beautiful."

"Thank you honey!" she smiled, then pursed her lips and cocked her head, "Hey, you looking for something from me, with all this flattery?"

"I...I am." I nodded, "I...I do need something from you, mom."

"Well here," Mom patted the bed next to her, "Sit down hon, you know I'll always give you anything you need."

Oh, I hoped that was true, I thought as I sat down next to her, especially because her robe was tied loosely and I got a good look at the tops of her large tits. I'd fondled and sucked on those tits in my dreams since I'd accidently seen her and my father having sex on the deck when they thought I wasn't home. The look of ecstasy on my mother's face as my father's tongue was buried between her legs was forever ingrained in my mind. She looked so beautiful! Her long black hair spread out behind her head, her red lips parted and her eyes rolled back as she moaned my dad's name. Seeing I was named after him, that had turned me on even more as I imagined it was me she was calling out to. 

Even better was watching mom return the favor, lying across my father's stomach and taking his cock between her soft full lips. She'd pressed his cock between her tits and was slowly bobbing her head. The window I was watching through was open and I could hear not only dad's moans as she pleased him, but Mom was moaning as well. Mom's moans were soft and the look on her face told me that she was turned on simply by making him feel good.

Mom had then rolled over and begun riding him. I'd been hard and unable to help it, had pulled my cock from my pants and stroked it as I watched mom put her arms over her head and make a show of sliding her hips across his cock. Mom's tits were bouncing and again she had that look of pure pleasure on her face. They rolled over and dad began fucking her hard and fast. Mom had wrapped her legs around his waist and called his name over and over as he drove deep inside her.

Dad cried out and Mom moaned as he came inside her. When he was done he lay on top of her and kissed her softly. Mom told him that she loved him and how no other man could ever make her feel as beautiful as he did. 

"Honey?" Mom cut into my thoughts.

I looked up at her and felt myself blush when she looked down and immediately pulled her robe tighter. 

"Were you..." she paused then caused my stomach to lurch, "Staring at my tits Trevor?"

"I uh...."

I swallowed hard and looked away. My gaze fell upon the picture of Mom and Dad with me at my high school graduation. I felt a pang of sadness looking at it. My father died of a massive heart attack a month after that picture was taken. It was right after he passed that I realized there was one other man who could treat my mother the way she deserved, me. Mom had gone on a few dates since dad died, but never more than one with the same guy. She would always shrug and say when she met the one she was meant to be with, she would know.

Well I knew who that person was and it was me. I was the man who would be able to love and satisfy her in every way and tonight I was going to tell her that.

"Trevor!" she snapped.

I was doing it again and when I focused on her she looked concerned.

"You okay honey?"

"I...yeah, I just miss dad." I felt bad saying that as I was hoping to get her thinking about how she missed a man in her life.

"I do too." She said looking longingly at the picture. "I...I'm lonely Trevor, but I...I just compare every man to him and I'm not going to find it."

She sighed, then turned to face me, "You didn't answer me Trevor."

"Oh?' I asked nervously, "I...I forgot what...."

"I asked you if you were staring at my tits." 

"I...why...why would I be..."

"So you weren't looking?" Mom asked, then shrugged, "Seemed like you were." she then burst out laughing; "Jeez I'm getting so pathetic I'm looking for attention anywhere I can get it!"

"I was looking, Mom." I said quickly.

She stopped laughing, "You were? Trevor, I'm your mother."

"I know, but mom, you..." The moment was here and a surprising calm came over me. Reaching out I took her hand in mine and whispered, "You're the most beautiful and desirable woman I've ever seen."

Mom looked at her hand in mine, but didn't move it. She looked like she was going to speak, but I quickly continued,

"I...I love you Mom."

"I love you to honey," she said softly.

"No," I shook my head and lifting her hand gently kissed the back of it. "I really love you mom! I...I want to love you in every way I want to..." I swallowed and laid it all on the line. "I want to love you the way dad did; I want to be with you Mom. I want to make you happy."

Mom looked down at our hands again and I held my breath as I prepared to hear her start telling me I was sick and needed help. Instead Mom turned our hands over and kissed mine. A thrill went through me at the feeling of her soft lips on my skin. Mom looked up at me and I saw her gorgeous green eyes were moist with tears.

'I...I'm sorry mom!" I said, "I didn't mean to upset you!"

I tried to pull my hand away, but she placed her other hand over it.

"Oh, honey, I'm not upset at all!"

"You're not?"

Mom gave me a sweet smile and leaning over whispered in my ear, "I want you to baby, I...I've been thinking about us, but I know it's wrong."

"I know it is." I said disappointedly, "But I...I wanted you to..."

"But," she continued in my ear, "If we both feel that way and we both want to be good to each other, why shouldn't we? I...I'm so lonely baby, please be with me."

"Really? I...oh." 

I stopped speaking when Mom's lips pressed softly to my neck and letting my hand go, slid her arms around my shoulders. She turned her head to face me and her eyes staring into mine, whispered the four words I'd been longing to hear, "I love you Trevor."

Her lips parted and my heart racing I leaned in and kissed her. Mom sighed as our lips met and I moaned in my throat as she worked her soft flesh against mine. She pulled me closer to her and I gasped when her tongue slipped out and began to tease across my lips. I opened my mouth, allowing her tongue to enter it and play across mine. My nose was full of the scent of her Angel perfume and I felt my cock swelling between my legs. Bringing my hands up, I encircled her waist.

The kiss picked up intensity, our lips sliding across each other and our tongues dancing in and out of our mouths. I began sliding my hands up until they were just below her breasts and hesitated. Mom broke the kiss and leaning back smiled and pulled the tie of her robe, causing it to fall open.

"You want these baby?"

"Oh, yes." I murmured.

Mom's tits were as gorgeous as I remembered them from the night on the deck. They were large, perfectly shaped and despite their size still high and firm. Her rose colored nipples were hard and as I sat there staring like a fool, Mom took my wrists and slid my hands over her tits. I moaned and began fondling them. They were surprisingly heavy, but soft to the touch and I could feel her nipples poking into the palms of my hands.

"There you baby," She purred in my ear, "They're all yours."

Her words spurred me out of my stupor and holding her tits up, I leaned forward and eagerly took her nipple into my mouth. Mom moaned softly and her fingers began running through my hair while I tongued first one nipple then the other. Taking my face in her hands, Mom lifted my head from her tits and after giving me a soft kiss stood up and turning to face me, let her robe fall to the floor.

"Oh mom," I whispered, "You're perfect."

Mom raised her hands over her head and my eyes took in the sight of her all but naked body. Her legs were long and well shaped and her hips had a delightful curve to them. Then of course there were those amazing tits! Mom giggled like a young girl and turning around showed me her full round ass in the skimpy black lace panties she was wearing. Turning back around she asked, "Yeah baby, not bad for an old lady?"

"Not bad for any lady." I said smiling.

"Oh, you're smooth," she giggled again then reaching down grabbed my cock through my pants. "And so hard!" Mom licked her lips and with a smile that sent my heart racing sank to her knees between my legs.

I watched my body trembling in anticipation as Mom unsnapped my jeans and pulling down my zipper tugged hard. I lifted my hips and Mom pulled my both my pants and underwear down, causing my aching cock to spring free.

"Look at that." She licked her lips and taking my cock in her hand smiled up at me. "Honey, you're mom is going to be so good to you!"

She lowered her head and opening her mouth, slowly took the head of my cock between her lips and...

The alarm clock went off next to my head, causing me to sit up gasping and cursing. Reaching out I angrily slammed my hand down on it and succeeded not only in shutting it off, but cracking the plastic cover. Laying back down I groaned at the feeling of the sheet sliding across my bare hard cock. I kicked the sheet off to stare at my dripping dick and reached for it.

"Don't do it." I whispered.

Even as I said it, I knew not only was I going to stroke my aching cock, but what I would be thinking of. With a sigh that held a mixture of desire and frustration in it, I grabbed my cock and began pumping it. I closed my eyes as envisioned how that night with my mother would have progressed. In rapid succession the images flashed through my mind. Mom would wrap her full luscious lips around my cock and begin bobbing her head, taking me deep into her inviting mouth, her green eyes staring up at me the entire time. 

In a flash our positions reversed and mom was on her back moaning and squirming while my tongue probed the forbidden flesh of her pussy. Again the scene changed and Mom was on her knees, her ass in the air as, with my hands squeezing g her hips, fucked her hard and fast. The image changed one last time and mom and I were making love. She was on her back with her arms and legs wrapped around me, drawing her deeper into her hot flesh. My arms were under her and I was kissing her neck as she moaned my name in her ear. 

I began moaning her name and called out that I loved her as my cock exploded inside her. Mom groaned that she loved me as well as she lay there having her pussy filled with her son's cum. I cried out as my real life cock erupted sending a long jet of cum across my stomach. I pumped it furiously sending several more spurts of cum along my stomach and thighs before I let it go and slumped down into my pillow gasping.

I remained still and waited for my heart to stop racing. When it no longer felt as if it were going to pop out of my chest, I rubbed at my eyes and sighed disgustedly at the feeling of my cum dripping down my thighs.. The same goddamn dream again. I'd been having it two to three times a week for a year now and the last couple of weeks it had been every night. The dream ended at the same point all the time. It never stopped before mom sank to her knees, but never went further. I shouldn't be surprised that it was coming more frequently after all today was Halloween the holiday that would be forever cursed by me as it was this day a year ago that...

I forced my mind to stop that train of thought and sitting up grabbed the tissues from my nightstand to wipe the cum from my stomach. I stopped when I was confronted with the picture of my mother on the night stand. It was close up of her face and I stared longingly into her green eyes. I'd inherited those eyes and had many girls, especially Amber, tell me many times how amazing they were. I also sported her thick black hair and in the picture hers had been curled and framed her face beautifully. Mom was smiling that big smile of hers, the one I could never see without smiling back.

Except for now, I thought as I felt the tears coming. The tears were the last part of my all too familiar routine and instead of my stomach I brought a tissue to my eyes and wiped at them. 

"I miss you mom," I whispered to the picture, swallowing back the sob that was rising in my throat I added, "I...I love you."

No longer able to contain it, a sob did burst from me and putting my head in my hands I began to cry pathetically. The reason the dream kept coming and always stopped before my mother and I consummated our love was because I had never confessed my feelings to her. For a year leading up to my father's death I had secretly desired her, but it was more a taboo fantasy than an emotional need. Then for two years after my father's death I had yearned to not just satisfy her body, but to quench the loneliness of her heart. 

After dad's passing I had quickly fallen in love with my mother and whenever she tried to meet someone, wished her well outwardly, but inside prayed it wouldn't work. My selfish wishes came true as Mom never made it past a first date. I knew why, because I was meant to be her next lover, all I had to do was tell her my feelings. I couldn't count how many times I stood in front of her door, telling myself that I was going to go through with it.

Instead every time I would go back to my room, lie in my bed and play the conversation through my head and bitterly masturbate to the thought of the woman I felt I would never have. Those bitter feelings soon became a much more bitter reality. Last year on Halloween, while on her way home from a party, Mom's tire blew out and unable to control the car she had crashed head on into a tree. The police officer who broke the news to me and my aunt said that she most likely died upon impact and didn't suffer. 

Suffer was what I had done for the last year. Not just from the grief of losing my mother, but the burden of unrequited love. Mom had passed lonely and unhappy. Had I confessed my feelings to her and she had indeed felt the same way things would have been different. Maybe she would not have gone to that party, or the two of us would have gone and I would have driven or... 

The tears subsiding, I lifted my head and shook it, physically trying to dispel those thoughts. I looked down at my cum splattered stomach and rolled my eyes, "You're a real loser Trevor, spanking it to your mother." Your dead mother to boot my mind added before I could stop it.

"Okay, enough." I said and deciding to just shower the sticky mess off myself got up to head into the shower.

I stopped and turning went back to the nightstand and feeling like an idiot, but doing it anyway performed my morning ritual. Picking up the picture of Mom I kissed her image and whispered, "Love you mom, thank you for taking care of me."

Heading into the bathroom I turned the water on in the shower and as I waited for it to heat up, thought that how even in death, Mom had taken care of me. Her life insurance had been over a hundred thousand dollars and although many twenty year olds would have pissed that away, there was no way I was going to disappoint my mother and not graduate. I used half the money to pay my last two years of school and bought a fairly new, but sensible car.

Knowing there was no way I could stay in the condo Mom and I had lived in, I'd found the small three room apartment near campus and paid a year's rent in advance. Mom hadn't raised me to be lazy and I kept my job at Barnes and Noble so still had money in the bank in case anything came up. Stepping into the shower I thought that by most guys my age's standards I had it pretty good; School paid for, decent place to live, enough money not to worry. I knew I should be happy, but what I felt was the same loneliness mom had.

Despite the fact that like my mother, I was attractive enough to have no shortage of candidates if I wanted to date, but couldn't get close to anyone. As if picking up where Mom left off, I'd been on quite a few dates, but never more than a couple with the same girl and they generally ended with me dropping them off. My friends at school were always asking if I were nuts, I had my own place to bring the girls back to, but never did. Well, not never, a year ago I'd been so frustrated I had brought a girl from school named Tammy home.

Tammy was a pretty little blue eyed blonde whom, because she looked nothing like mom, I figured I might be okay with. In the end I didn't have a bad time with her, but during sex I kept seeing my mother in my mind. I pictured Tammy's blonde head in my lap as my mother's and even as we fucked kept hearing my mom's not Tammy's voice telling me to give it to her. Even when she spent the night and I lied there with my arm around her all I could think of was mom. 

Like an asshole I never returned her calls. I knew that was wrong, but what was I going to tell her? Sorry, Tammy you're hot and all, but you're not my mom? Shutting the water off, I toweled off and going over to the sink quickly shaved. Looking in the mirror I remembered how mom told me I was wasting myself being alone before she passed. Little had she known she was the reason I avoided girls and apparently still was. I stared at my reflection and had to agree it was a waste; I wasn't conceited, but knew I was good looking and could have a girlfriend, hell Amber was all over me. 

I finished shaving and had just gone back into the bedroom when the my cell rang. Picking it up, I had to smile, speaking of the devil it was Amber.

"Hey brown eyes." I answered.

"Hey hot stuff," she said, "What are you up to?"

"Oh, I don't know," I laughed, "Maybe seven and a half if she's hot."

"Ohh," she cooed into the phone, "So what would you be for me then?"




A Mother's Love Never Dies



Shit! I did this all the time! I knew I had no real interest in Amber, not that she wasn't interesting, in fact Amber was very interesting, but sweet and I wouldn't hurt her with my issues. Yet I was so comfortable with her and couldn't help flirting. Proving I couldn't help myself, I blurted out, "For you? At least eight."

"Oh, I like that!" she giggled, "But I want a measurement!"

I laughed as well and realized that most of the time I did laugh these days was around Amber. I sat on the edge of the bed and as soon as my eyes landed on the picture of mom my smile faded. I couldn't do this. I'd never been able to tell mom how I felt and left her to be lonely, it would be wrong for me to move on and be with someone.

"So uh....what do you want?" I asked.

There was a pause and she sighed, "Well that was a not so subtle brush off, 'what do I want' thanks."

"I'm sorry." I said, meaning it, "It's just...you know what today is."

"Of course I do," she said softly, "Why do you think I called? I want to make sure you're all right."

That made me feel like a bigger asshole and after a brief pause I answered, "I....I appreciate it Amber, I didn't mean to sound like a jerk."

"It's okay Trevor. I know you're still having a hard time and today's going to be rough, hey are you coming to school today?"

"I have a class in the morning that I have a test in, but I'm skipping the rest."

"Hey, want to do lunch? My treat!"

"I...I don't think so."

"Come on, we can go to Friday's you like it there."

"I know, but...."

"You shouldn't be alone today Trevor, all you'll do is mope." She paused then added, "You know a lot of guys wouldn't mind lunch with a cute young girl, never mind she's paying."

A voice in the back of my mind was screaming at me to say yes. Go out, have some laughs, enjoy her company. The voice got louder and was accompanied by the image of Amber laying in my bed, her long dark hair fanned out on the pillow, her dark eyes staring up at me. I blinked and looking again at the picture of mom, said, "Sorry Amber, maybe another time."

"So much for eight inches, I can't even get lunch."

"I...I just can't today, don't be mad Amber I..."

"It's okay Trevor." She said quietly. "I'm the one that keeps pushing, but today I really just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I am." I lied, "Tell you what; I'll call you later so you know I'm still okay."

"If that's the best I'll get then that's better than nothing," she replied. "Hang in there Trevor, and like I've told you since your mom passed, I'm always here if you want to talk."

"I know."

"Trevor?"

"What is it Amber?"

"Your mom wouldn't want you to be alone; she'd want you to be happy."

"I don't deserve to be." I said and quickly hung up.

*****

"I'm sorry Mom," I said as I sat in front of the rose colored tombstone that marked my mother's final home. "I...I should have told you how I felt a long time ago, you should have gotten to know you weren't alone."

As I spoke I began putting the roses I had brought with me into the stone vases built into the sides of the tombstone. "Maybe if I'd told you, you'd still be here, things would have been so different, bet you wouldn't have even gone to that fucking party" 

I frowned as I couldn't fit the last rose in either of the vases and laid it in my lap as I sat cross legged in front of the stone. I felt those damn tears starting again, but didn't try to fight the. If you couldn't cry on your mother's grave where could you? As I let my emotions have their way I reached out and idly traced the script engraved on the stone.

Jasmine Winters

April 10th 1968- October 31st 2011

Beloved wife and mother, you will be missed.

I turned my head and looked at Dad's grave where I had sat for the previous half hour. I always felt guilty when I visited my father. After all I had spent the last two years lusting after his wife. In my heart however, I always believed dad would understand and knew he wouldn't want mom alone either. I still felt bad though, especially because I missed mom so much more. Again I think he would know why, Mom and I were around when dad passed, he had never been lonely as mom had been or like I was now. 

Wiping at my eyes I sighed, "I wish you knew how I felt mom, I....I wish I knew if you know now. I...I'd give anything to be able to tell you I loved you," I swallowed hard and continued, "Hell, I...if you had to go I just wish I could have said good bye, I..."

"Maybe you still can." A voice said from behind me.

I jerked around so hard I almost fell over, catching myself by getting a hand down on the damp grass, I looked up to see Amber standing not more than a couple of feet behind me.

"Jesus Christ!" I exclaimed, "Are you nuts? Sneaking up on someone in a cemetery?"

"What did you think I was a zombie?" Amber asked, and then making a show of rolling her eyes back moaned, "They're coming to get you Barbara!"

"Real funny." I said although I felt a smile creep across my face.

"Ha!" She laughed, "Got you to smile."

I nodded, "That you did."

Looking up at her, it wasn't just her crappy Night of the Living Dead imitation that caused me to smile, Amber, as always looked damn good. Her long brown hair was down and although she was wearing a sweater, it was only buttoned halfway and the black t-shirt beneath was low cut, showing off her ample chest. Despite the fact it was only in the low fifties, Amber was wearing a short black skirt, but the black boots she was sporting went up to her knees leaving just part of her legs visible. What I could see looked pretty damn good though and the boots had some damn high heels. 

As she smiled down at me, I wondered what she would look like wearing just those boots. I realized I was staring and made it a point to bring my eyes up to her face and smiled again as I looked into her eyes. Amber had huge brown expressive eyes, doe eyes mom had called them. On that note I remembered when I'd first met Amber three years ago and she had come over a couple of times to study, mom had remarked on how pretty she was and for the next two years would ask me why the hell I wasn't asking her out. She'd sigh disgustedly and ask what I was waiting for; little did she know it was her I was waiting for.

"Up for a little company?" Amber cut into my thoughts.

"A little late to ask, isn't it?" I frowned as something occurred to me, "Were you listening to me long?"

Apparently taking my question as a yes, Amber sank down to her knees in front of me and looked away, "Yeah, I was standing here for a couple of minutes, I... I saw you were um, upset so I wanted to give you some time."

"How did you know I'd be here?" I asked.

"Where else would you go right after class on the anniversary?" she shrugged, "I'm sorry Trevor, I'm just worried about you that's all."

"It's okay." it really wasn't, but I'd already been an asshole to her once today and who the hell else did I have these days that cared about me?

"Thanks." Amber turned to face Mom's tombstone and bowing her head closed her eyes.

I took a moment to admire her soft features before lowering my gaze and checking out her rather firm looking features. Amber was leaning over and I caught just a glimpse of red lace beneath her t-shirt. I jerked my gaze away, upset at myself for looking at her on my mother's grave. Speaking of, I wondered how much Amber had heard. I hadn't said anything really inappropriate. Amber I'm sure would just take 'I love you mom' as just that, she didn't know I would have liked it to be in the carnal sense as well as the normal son's love for his mother.

With no one else to talk to I had told Amber how badly I missed my mother, but of course not in what way. I'd told her I felt guilty that she had spent her last couple of years alone and felt kind of responsible for it because I might have been why mom didn't want to move on and had never encouraged her to. It had felt good to talk about it even though it was only half truths. As always Amber had listened and tried to tell me it was okay. Her mother was a fortune teller and Amber claimed to have a gift to communicate with spirits and did card readings for the kids at school sometimes.

She told me where Mom was she knew everything in my heart and it would all be okay. I wanted to believe her, but first I didn't believe in that hocus pocus shit and Amber always told me Mom would want me to be happy and move on. That was always said with a sly smile and the batting of her long eyelashes. It was painfully obvious Amber was into me and a couple of friends at school wanted to know I why I wasn't getting into her. Sometimes I wondered that myself, but was afraid if I got close I would start thinking of mom and have a repeat of Tammy. Best for me to not lead her on, I didn't want to only go through the motions and there was only one woman I had longed to give my heart to.

Sensing movement I looked back to see Amber was now staring intently at Mom's grave. She turned towards me and said, "You know Trevor, you could have that chance to say goodbye." 

"Yeah, how's that?" 

"Through me." She tapped her chest. "You can come over my place tonight and I'll channel her."

"Again with that stuff?" I asked, rolling my eyes, "You know I don't believe that shit."

"Doesn't matter, what does matter is I have a gift and if you come into it really wanting to talk to your mom, she'll sense it and come."

"Amber please," I said, "I know you mean well, but card tricks and things like that are stupid."

"It's not stupid!" she snapped, "I do have the gift! I got it from my mom and I don't like you making fun of me!"

"Sorry." I sighed, "I don't want to hurt your feelings, but..."

"Then why do you do it all the time?"

She pushed her full lips out into a pout and putting her head down looked up at me with her big eyes through her lashes.

"Amber," I began

"I just want to help Trevor, please let me help?" keeping her head down she added, "It'll make me happy to try."

I looked at the pout and despite my reservations, began to smile again. I knew she was playing me with the lips and those eyes. As I continued to stare I saw her lips trembling and unable to keep it up anymore her pout started to turn into a smile and I laughed, "You goddamn faker!"

"Come on Trevor, what do you have to lose? I mean even if there is a little chance you could talk to your mom, wouldn't she be worth it?"

"That's not fair." I said.

"But it's true. You keep saying there are things you wished you told her, well if there are things she wanted to tell you, she'll sense you calling to her! And its Halloween; the night that families departed loved ones come home to them!"

I started to say forget it, but stopped. What if she was right? What if mom wanted to say goodbye to me as well? In front of me Amber was giving me another of her little fake pouts and with an exaggerated sigh, I nodded, "Okay, we'll try."

"Great!" she clapped her hands excitedly. "Be at my place around eight."

I frowned. Amber's place was a small three room apartment over her parent's garage. Because they liked still having her close, her folks never bothered her, even when it came to having guys over, saying she was twenty two and it was her life. I now found myself wondering if I was walking into a set up.

"I'll be there, but um...you know."

"Know what?"

"I...I'm coming over for that, not to uh..."

"Don't worry Trevor." She rolled her eyes at me, "I won't try to raise anything but a spirit."

Feeling like an asshole yet again, I looked down and saw I still had the last rose in my lap. Snapping most of the stem off, I leaned forward and slipped it into her hair.

"Here you go," I smiled, "Now you really look like a gypsy."

Amber blushed and after giving me a quick kiss on the cheek said, "I hope we talk to your mom tonight, I want to tell her what a sweet boy she raised!"

I gave her an awkward smile and wondered how sweet she would think I was if she knew how I really felt about my mother. Well guess it didn't matter, it wasn't like she would never know, no one would, including my mother.

*****

I arrived at Amber's just before eight and with a resigned sigh got out of the car. Since I'd seen her this morning I'd had the phone in my hand a dozen times to cancel. Not only would tonight be a waste of time, but I really wasn't sure I wanted to be alone with Amber. It was hard enough to brush her off over the phone or in public, but in her place? In the end I decided not to let her down, for some reason this meant something to her and she was too good of a friend not to give her a chance. 

My unease grew when I walked along the side of the garage and noticed her parents weren't home. Not that they would have bothered us, but I would feel a little less like I was walking into Amber's version of trick or treat. She had left the door open for me and walking up the stairs, I could already smell the pungent aroma of incense. She really took this shit seriously. I knocked and a moment later Amber opened the door and I felt a sense of relief go through me.

Part of me had expected her to open the door wearing lingerie, but instead she was wearing a plain long black robe. I did notice the robe was rather low cut, showing the creamy tops of her tits, but otherwise she was mostly covered. The second thing I noticed besides her cleavage is she had the rose I had given her earlier in her hair.

"Thank you for coming!" she smiled and kissed my cheek, "I thought you'd back out."

"Now why would you think that?" I asked.

"Yeah, right." She laughed, then turned and gestured for me to follow her, "C'mon in."

We walked through the small kitchen and I saw that the robe wasn't as modest as I thought. It was slit up both sides almost to her damn hips and I couldn't but help look at her long legs and the swing of her ass as we went into her parlor. I also noted she was barefoot and wearing silver anklets. The parlor was lit by what had to be two dozen candles scattered about and the smell of incense was almost overwhelming. Amber walked over to the couch and sitting down, crossed her legs. 

I did the best I could not to stare at her bare leg as she picked up a small crystal ball from the table.

"Where'd you get that, the Halloween store?" I asked.

"Don't be an asshole," she told me, "This belonged to my great grandmother, and it's very powerful."

"Really?" I looked more closely at it, "Jeez, I'm sorry."

Amber laughed, "Don't be, I bought it at a pawn shop last year, Mom says you have to have your own, so I had to start with something."

"Way to make me feel like an ass."

"You deserve it sometimes." She told me, and then pointed, "Take your coat off and relax."

I slipped my leather jacket off and Amber whistled, "Wow, that's a sharp shirt."

I looked down at the purple short sleeved polo shirt I was wearing.

"You said wear Mom's favorite color."

"Looks good on you." She nodded, "Then again, what doesn't?"

"Uh, yeah, anyway, so what do we do?"

"Did you bring something of your Mom's for me to wear?"

I nodded and reaching into the pocket of my jacket removed the purple silk scarf, mom wore tied around her neck when she wore her favorite dress. Amber took it and handed me the ball.

"Here rub this." She told me while tying the scarf around her neck. 

I held the ball between my palms and began working it between them as if I were rubbing up a baseball. "This feels stupid." I told her.

"Really?" She asked, while lighting the two tall red candles on the coffee table in front of us. "I figured you liked playing with balls, it's not like you want anyone else to do it."

That wasn't true, I knew who I would love to be playing with my balls, but that was no longer an option. Amber cupped her hands together and put them out to me. I deposited the ball into them and she said, "Keep your hands on it."

"Yeah, sure." 

"Don't be an ass, Trevor, at least try." She scolded me.

"Sorry."

"Now close your eyes and think of your mother. Think of how much you love her and think of something that you two did together that made you feel close to her."

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I closed them and thought of mom. It was pretty easy to think of how much I loved and missed her, I'd been thinking of it every day for a year now. 

"I'm calling to the spirit of our loved one." Amber said softly, "I am calling to Jasmine Winters on behalf of her son Trevor."

Oh, for God's sake, I thought as she continued in an exaggeratedly breathy voice.

"Tonight is the night the souls of the departed come to visit their loved ones. Tonight I have opened my home as well as my soul to Jasmine in hopes that she will visit."

I opened my eyes to see Amber's were closed. She had moved her leg so her feet were on the floor and our hands were in her lap. She had stopped speaking and was breathing slowly through her mouth. Her full lips were parted and I had to say she looked beautiful in the candlelight. I jumped as she shivered and gasped. Her eyes lids were trembling and my eyes narrowed as she shook her head, causing her hair to fall across her chest. I swore it looked darker, must be a trick of the candle light. I leaned closer and crinkled up my nose as I swore I had caught a whiff of Angel perfume. 

Had there been some on the scarf, I wondered. I also wondered if Amber knew what Mom wore and was fucking with...

"You're not concentrating Trevor," she whispered, startling me out of my thoughts. "I...I can feel her Trevor, I really can, but she's not going to come to me, you need to focus on her, think about what you long to tell her."

Amber's eyes had remained closed and her voice had an eerie faraway sound to it, as if she weren't sitting two feet in front of me. I had to say, the girl had her act down pat, she should start setting up at the local fairs.

"I'm not a fraud." She whispered, causing my eyes to widen. "Now think of your mother or we'll lose her."

I obediently closed my eyes and started to think about what I missed most about mom. I envisioned those beautiful eyes and that amazing smile. I recalled how even when I was twenty she would give me a big hug and an affectionate kiss before she went to bed. I noticed the ball seemed to be getting warmer beneath my hands and Amber's breathing was getting louder. I resisted the urge to open my eyes and instead let myself relax and pictured Mom in that short robe she was always wearing in my dream, that little black one she would only wear in her room or when she thought I was asleep.

In my mind my dream began to play out. I entered the room and saw her with her legs up, her soft smooth thighs staring out at me. I approached her and in a flash she was in my arms, I was kissing her deeply and running my hands up and down her body. Amber gasped loudly and the ball was beginning to get uncomfortably hot. Still my mind stayed where it was, with me now pushing my mother onto her back on her bed. Somewhere in my mind I called out that this had never been in my dream. 

Where the image was coming from I didn't care. It seemed so vivid and again I swore I caught the scent of Angel. I was starting to sweat and like Amber started to breath heavier. My vision continued as while Mom smiled up at me, I undid her robe and pulled it open to expose her full round breasts and soft curvy body. I was naked and as I leaned down, Mom put her arms around my shoulders and pulled me down to her soft lips. I kissed her gently and looking into her emerald gaze whispered, "I...I love you mom." 

"I love you to," she replied.

"I...I miss you so much Mom, I...."

"And I miss you to my baby."

My eyes jerked open as I swore those words had come from outside of my mind. In front of me Amber was sweating heavily, her dark hair starting to stick to the sides of her face. Her chest was heaving and her skin was flushed from the heat. Her entire body was trembling and becoming worried I shook the ball in her hands.




A Mother's Love Never Dies



"Amber?"

"Hmm-mm" she shook her head.

"Amber!" I snapped, "Are you..."

I stopped in mid sentence as she gasped and her eyes snapped open.

"What the fuck!" I exclaimed, flinching back.

Amber's eyes were green.

"Now is that anyway to greet your mother?" 

"Oh my god." I whispered that voice! It sounded just like...

"It is me honey." Amber said in mom's voice. 

She smiled at me and my eyes widened as it wasn't Amber's smile, her lips seemed to spread wide and slightly higher on the left. Mom's crooked smile.

"M...mom?" I asked.

"In the flesh!" she exclaimed and letting the ball go, spread her arms out.

I caught the ball before it rolled off the couch and put it up on top of the couch. As I did, Mom brought her hands down and began rubbing them up and down her chest.

"And some young flesh at that." She purred as her hands lingered on her or more accurately Amber's tits.

She gave them a squeeze and laughed, "Ah, youth! These would stand up without a bra!"

"Mom, are you...how...how do you feel?" I asked, feeling like an idiot, but not knowing what else to say.

"Hmmm," taking her hand she put them on Amber's thighs and began caressing them, "I feel....twenty years younger!"

She began laughing and my heart leaped! Up until just now a part of me had thought this was a trick, Amber somehow screwing with me, maybe slipping in contacts when I had my eyes closed, but that laugh! This really was mom!

"Of course it is baby," she again gave me that endearing smile, "Your little girl friend Amber has quite the gift!" she looked down and whistled, "And quite the figure!" looking up she pointed at me, "Trevor why aren't you with this girl?"

"No I...oh, mom!" 

I practically through myself forward and wrapped my arms around...mom! To me this wasn't Amber anymore, but the woman who I'd longed to hold every day for the last year. 

"Oh, god I missed you!" I sobbed into her neck.

Mom hugged me back and I could feel her tears on my neck. "I... I missed you too baby! We never had a chance to say good bye!"

"I love you mom!" I told her.

Mom took my face in her hands and pushing my head back from her neck looked me in the eye and whispered, "I love you too Trevor, with all my heart."

Leaning in she kissed my cheek softly and with a sigh, sat back.

"I...I don't have a lot of time honey. I'm going to tell you two things, that I'm at peace, and that I want you to be happy honey, no more pining over me. When you called to me, I know it was because you have things you need to tell me and I'm here to hear them."

"I...I just miss you mom!" I said, fighting back the sob threatening to explode from my throat. "I...I don't feel like it's fair that..."

"Stop." Mom said, putting her finger to my lips. "I felt the same way when your dad died. I pined and felt guilty when I thought of being happy. I...I could have been happy Trevor and should have been, but I never told them how I felt and..." she trailed off, looking sad for the first time, "And then it was too late, don't make that mistake baby. I did what I could to take care of you, but now take care of yourself, be happy."

I nodded and when she didn't speak realized she was waiting for me to speak. I felt my heart began to beat faster. This was it; this was the second chance I never thought I would get.

"Mom, I...I need to tell you something."

Reaching out, Mom took my hands and pacing them on her thighs, put her hands over them. 

"That's why I'm here honey, you can tell me anything."

I paused at the feeling of her soft firm skin under my palms, and then took a deep breath. My lungs filled with the scent of her perfume and looking into her eyes I felt overwhelmed with emotion and without the hesitation that had plagued me when she was alive, I said firmly.

"Mom, I love you."

"I know you do baby, I love you too." She smiled.

"No," I shook my head, "I...I mean I...I was in love with you."

"And I said I know baby," squeezing my hands she said softly, "I was in love you too Trevor."

"No, I..." I paused as her words sank in. "You...you knew?"

"I knew I was in love with you, yes." She nodded, "But I didn't know you felt the same way."

"Mom, I..." I began, but she continued with a faraway look in her amazing emerald eyes.

"I was more than just in love with you Trevor, I desired you. I wanted you so badly. I never thought anyone could be as good to me as your father was, but you were in any way I let you." She sighed and holding my hands began to rub them along the length of her warm thigh. "And oh, honey what I would have let you do!"

Those last words had come out in what could only be described as a moan and to my astonishment I felt my cock begin to stir between my legs as she went on.

"I thought of you every night Trevor, I lied in that big empty bed and longed for you to be there with me. I...I dreamt of you Trevor, of the things we would do, of how I would love you, of how I would please you." She gave me a sly smile that caused my cock to swell until it was bent painfully in my jeans, "And all the things you would do for me."

"Why didn't you say anything?" 

"Why didn't you honey?" she asked, frowning. "Same reason, how would it sound? What if you didn't want me? You would think I was sick, I was afraid you would leave me and..." she shrugged, "Not like I could talk to anyone, 'so you see, I've been playing with my pussy thinking of my son and..." she put her hand sup, "Not really office cooler conversation."

Hearing her say she played with herself caused my now fully erect cock to twitch and looking away, I said quietly, "I wanted you too mom, in every way, I dreamt about, hell I still do, every night I..."

"Come into my room and tell me and I tell you and we enjoy each other." Mom nodded. "I know honey, I can see in your heart, and that's what called me here, not just your love for me as a son, but your desire for me as a woman."

"I...I guess better late than never." I sighed. "At least we know now." I put my head down, "I...I think I feel worse now knowing that we could have and..."

"We still can honey."

As my head snapped up, mom pulled my hands up along her sides and sliding them around her waist, slid over and pressing herself against me.

"I didn't just come here to tell you Trevor, I came here to show you. I can't stay long baby, but I can stay long enough for us to enjoy each other, the way we should have."

My answer was a low moan as Mom wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pressed her lips to mine. She kissed me gently at first and I was so overwhelmed, I was barely moving my lips. She didn't seem to mind as she began sliding her mouth across mine, teasing my lips with hers. She pulled me tightly to her and then caused me to gasp as her tongue darted out flicked lightly against my lips. 

"Relax baby," she said softly, "Just let go and love your mother, the way she's always wanted you too."

Her words broke through my nervousness and opening my mouth I eagerly accepted her probing tongue and pressed my lips hard into hers. Mom groaned her approval and as our tongues darted across each other, I crushed her to me. I could feel her tits pressing into my chest and began sliding my hands up and down her back, caressing her through the thin material of the robe. I slipped my hand up long her neck and Mom sighed as I ran my fingers through her long hair. Mom was kissing harder now and I could feel the urgency in her lips as they devoured mine.

Her hands slid around and after squeezing my arms slipped between us. Her lips slid from mine and nuzzling her face against mine, she began kissing my neck. I turned my head and sighed as she started nibbling on my ear, her tongue playfully darting out along my neck. Her hands worked their way down my chest and grabbing my shirt, tugged it from my jeans. Still working her soft lips along my neck, Mom tugged on my shirt and I obediently raised my arms. Mom leaned back and sliding my shirt over my head tossed it aside.

"Oh, look at you." She cooed.

A shiver went through me as she began trailing her long nails up and down my skin. She flattened her hand out so she was now rubbing my chest and shoulders and sighed, "Honey, you feel so damn good!" 

I started to answer, but gasped when her hand dropped into my lap and squeezed my cock through my jeans.

"Oh, baby," she laughed, "You do want your mother don't you?"

"Oh yes!" I groaned as her hand began rubbing along the length of my hard on.

Mom's lips found mine again and I felt her fingers fumbling with my jeans. I began kissing her harder, a feeling of anticipation running through me as I felt her tug my zipper down. I felt her hand slide into my underwear and released a long moan into her mouth, when her fingers wrapped around my throbbing dick.

"Hmm," she purred, "I love that you're so hard for me!"

I tried to reply, but she started slowly pumping my cock and I simply sighed in pleasure and sliding my hands around to the front of her robe reached for her tits. Mom releases my cock and catching my hands in hers pushed them down. She pulled away from me and standing up, grabbing the tie to the robe, pulled it so it opened enough to show more of her tits, then with a smile asked, "You want to see?"

"Yes, please." 

"Oh, I did raise a polite young man didn't I?" she laughed, "But screw manners baby, tell your mother what you want."

"I...please show me mom."

"Show you what?" she teased, cupping her tits through the robe, "These?"

"Everything." I said softly

She paused and with an air of desperation I blurted out, "Please show me your tits mom! I...I've wanted them for so long!"

"Well I always did give you anything you wanted," she started to pull the robe open, then looking down, smiled, "Oh honey, your little friend had some plans for you tonight!"

"What do you....oh damn."

Mom had quickly untied the robe and tossed it off. Beneath the robe Amber was wearing a skimpy red lace bra that barely covered her nipples and a red thong that tied at her hips, with only a patch of lace between her legs.

"Damn is right!" Mom exclaimed, "This is going to be like taking a new car for a test drive!" reaching behind her, she unhooked the bra and slowly sliding the straps down her shoulders, playfully flipped it off, tossing it to the floor. 

I licked my lips at the sight of her large firm tits. Her nipples were rose colored and pointing straight at me. I started to stand up, but stepping forward mom pushed me back onto the couch and swinging her leg over mine sat on my lap. Grabbing the back of my head, she literally shoved her tit in my face and I wasn't complaining. I eagerly opened my mouth and sucked her beautiful nipple into it. 

"Oh yes!" Mom cried out, arching her back and shoving her tit deeper into my mouth, "Suck that tit, show me how bad you wanted it!"

I reached up and cupping her tits, removed my lips and started rubbing my thumbs across her nipples. Mom leaned down and began kissing me as I fondled her tits and I moaned when she began grinding her hips into my cock. I could feel the heat of her pussy against my shaft and unable to help it, started rocking my hips, pushing my yearning cock against the thin strip of material covering her pussy.

"That feels so good." She breathed in my ear, "God I can't wait to taste you!"

Damn that sounded good! I returned my lips to her nipples and Mom sighed contentedly as I switched back and forth, slowly tonguing each nipple while fondling the other. 

"Hmmm, you like those tits honey?" she asked as she ran her fingers through my hair. "Sorry, they're not really mine, but," she giggled, "I think you're making out okay."

It hit me as I sucked her nipple deep into my mouth that I really was sucking Ambers tits as well as grinding my cock into her pussy, but what the hell, what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. I released a pathetic sounding whimper when mom began bouncing up and down, rubbing my cock harder against her crotch, I could feel my cock getting wet and realized she was soaking through her panties. I began whimpering around her nipple while she started grinding harder on me and with a soft laugh, mom whispered, "Aw does my baby need some attention?"

"I...I need you, mom." I moaned, "I want you!"

"In time honey," she answered as she slid off my lap and onto her knees. "But I want it to last so how about, I give you what you've been dreaming about?"

Without waiting for my answer, Mom grabbed the sides of my jeans and pulled on them. I lifted my hips and she yanked them and my underwear down. My cock sprang free and as she tugged my jeans and shoes from my feet, Mom licked her lips, "Oh baby, you have such a nice fucking cock!"

Tossing my clothes to the side Mom slid between my legs and grabbing my aching dick gave the head a soft kiss before running her tongue around the rim of the head of my cock. 

"Oh that looks so good." I breathed as my mother's eyes stared out at me from Amber's face while her tongue slid down the length of my shaft. 

Mom trailed her soft wet flesh up the other side before causing me to moan by shoving the tip of her tongue into the list of my cock. She pulled her tongue back, taking a trail of my stick precum with it and made a show of slurping it into her mouth.

"Hmmm, you taste as sweet as I thought you would," she cooed. "I think I want more."

Mom placed her mouth over the head of my cock and slowly took me into it. I groaned at the feeling of her warm mouth sliding over my cock and watched her soft lips inch down my shaft. Mom stopped about halfway and began bobbing her head in a slow steady rhythm. I reached down and started running my hands through her hair as she started taking me deeper into her amazing mouth. Mom closed her eyes and began moaning softly as she worked my cock in and out of her mouth. 

I could feel her tongue pressing tightly against my shaft as well as her soft lips sliding up and down. I could feel my legs starting to shake and dropping my hands down between us took her nipples between my fingers and started fondling them. Mom slipped my cock from her mouth and moaned, "That's it honey, they're all yours tonight."

Again any reply I had was lost in a sound of pleasure when she quickly ducked her head down and started licking my balls. I rolled my eyes back as mom began stroking my cock while her soft tongue continued to bathe my balls. I gasped when she switched from licking to sucking on them and began pumping my cock harder. I started rocking my hips and sliding her tongue along the length of my cock, mom opened wide and took me all the way down until I felt her lips touch the base of my shaft. 

I groaned at the feeling of having my entire cock buried in her mouth and mom moaned as well. She started shaking her head back and forth and my hips twitched, thrusting my cock deeper. Mom began bobbing her head rapidly and unable to help it, I began pumping my hips harder, pushing my cock into her descending mouth. 

"Hmmm-mmm" Mom encouraged, as she began sucking me even harder. 

I was breathing hard and could feel myself getting close to cumming. Mom wrapped her hand around my shaft and started jerking me off while she blew me and I whimpered as the cum began to race through my cock. Mom reached up and lightly traced her nails across my balls and I cried out as my cock erupted in my mother's mouth. Mom continued to bob her head as my spurting cock drove repeatedly between her lips.

I was moaning continuously as my balls emptied and she was moaning just as loud, her green eyes rolled back in her head as her son filled her mouth with his cum.

I slumped back on the couch panting as my spent cock gave up its last few drops and slowly sliding me from her mouth, mom licked her lips and sighed, "Hmm, damn I forgot how much I loved sucking cock!"

Standing she turned around and bending over, made a show of shimmying out of the red thing. My breath hissed between my teeth as I took in her perfect ass and the sight of her bald pink pussy peeking out at me from between her thighs. Straightening, mom turned around and asked, "See something you want?"

"I've wanted it for a long time." I answered.

"Then come get it baby, follow me!"

She turned and walked into the door way that led into Amber's bedroom. I stood up and followed, my eyes locked onto her sweet ass as she slowly walked in front of me making a show of swinging her hips. When I entered her room I saw that Amber indeed had made some plans. Not only were there several candles lit in there as well, but there was a bottle of wine on the night stand and the covers were pulled down on her bed.

"Well isn't this sweet!" Mom exclaimed, pointing at a picture of Amber and I someone took at school on her nightstand. "Some one likes my little boy. But tonight's my night, isn't it baby?"

"Anything you want mom, "I whispered, transfixed by the sight of her or Amber's naked body.

"Anything huh?" sitting on the edge of the bed, she pointed at the floor in front of her. "Come over here and be a good boy and make your mother cum honey, I've waited a long time for you to do it."

I dropped to my knees so fast I winced in pain as they hit the floor. That pain was soon forgotten as lying on her back, mom slowly lifted her legs in the air and placing her soft feet on my shoulders, reached down and spread her pussy open. 

"Honey, you don't know how many times I dreamt of looking down at your pretty face while you made me cum!"

I would have liked to have teased her a little, but there was no way I could hold back. Leaning in, I spread her lips further open and shoved my tongue deep inside her dripping pussy. Mom cried out as I swirled my tongue around inside her and I moaned at the taste of her sweet juices on my tongue. I started rocking my head back and forth, tongue fucking her and mom started moving her hips, shoving her pussy into my face. I slid my tongue from inside her and did manage to slow down as I worked my way through the soft wet folds of her smooth pussy.

"My clit honey," Mom moaned, "I need you to oh, right there!"

Mom's hips jerked as my tongue found her hard button and flicked across it. I began to trace slow circles around it and as mom moaned and squirmed in my face I gently slid two fingers inside her.

"Hmm, that feels....tight." she gasped as I began to slowly pump my fingers in and out while still teasing my tongue along her clit. 

Mom sighed as I gently took her clit between my lips and started sucking it into my mouth in time with the thrusting of my fingers. I looked up to see she was playing with her nipples and smiled around her clit at how good she looked. Her eyes were closed and her full lips were parted. She was sighing softly from between those lips each time my fingers drove into her pussy. Her chest was heaving and her tits glistening with sweat. Her toes began curling into my shoulders and her hips started rocking harder into my fingers. 

I could feel her thighs trembling against my face and her moans were becoming more like high pitched whimpers. I started sucking her clit harder and working my fingers faster as she began to moan, "Oh, right there Trevor! Oh, that's it baby, make me cum, oh yes!"

Her back arched and grabbing a handful of my hair she shoved my face against her pussy.

"Just a little more," she whimpered, "Just....oh fuck!"

Mom threw her head back and let out a long squeal as her pussy contracted around my fingers and her hips started bucking wildly. Lifting her legs, mom clamped her thighs around my face and I struggled to keep my tongue on her clit as she writhed and moaned beneath her son's eager tongue. Mom cried out again and I felt a gush of warm sticky fluid flow around my fingers and into my face. Mom dropped her feet from my shoulders and gasping, looked down at me and gave me a satisfied smile.




A Mother's Love Never Dies



"That felt good honey, but you know what I need right now? Without waiting for an answer, she dropped her foot into my lap, sliding it along my once again hard cock "I need my good looking son to take his nice hard young cock and fuck me!"

I sprang to my feet so quickly I almost fell. Catching my balance by putting my hands on the bed, I started to climb up on it to get between her legs. Mom stopped me with her foot on my chest and said, "Right where you are Trevor," she put her other foot on my chest and spread her legs open "We've waited too long to take our time, give it to me!"

I had always imagined my mother and I being sweet and loving, but her words sent a thrill through me and years of pent up lust took over. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I pushed my cock once though the length of her pussy, enjoying the silky feel of her wet lips, and then pressing the head of my cock against her entrance, slammed my hips forward. We both cried out as my cock drove deep inside her hot, wet and delightfully tight pussy.

"Oh fuck!" Mom cried out again as I began thrusting in and out of her. "Look at you finally taking your mother!" she moaned as I started to speed up and laughed, "And look at me letting you!"

It was my turn to gasp as she started thrusting her hips up, meeting my plunging cock and causing me to slam even harder into her warm inviting flesh.

"Oh honey!" she purred, "What the hell were we waiting for?"

I didn't respond, at the moment I was too consumed with the fact that I was finally where I longed to be, inside my mother. I slowed my hips down and began using long slow strokes. Mom released a long soft moan that told me she didn't mind and I stared, transfixed by the sight of my glistening cock sliding in and out of her smooth pink pussy. Amber's pink pussy, I thought, then laughed to myself at the thought that I really felt like I was fucking two women at once. 

"Harder!" Mom called out, "I didn't come to here to romanced! Fuck me like you know you want to!"

Sliding my hands up to her ankles, I spread her legs as wide as I could and sliding my cock out to just the tip, drove myself back into her so hard my balls slapped against her ass.

"That's it baby!" Mom cried out, "Fuck that pussy! Shit, I didn't get laid for two years before I passed, give me that beautiful fucking cock!"

Losing all inhibitions I reared back and began fucking the shit out of my mother. I was going as fast and hard as I could and Mom was yelping each time my cock slammed home inside her hot pussy. I looked away from my cock plunging into her and saw that mom was thoroughly enjoying being fucked like a teenager. Her arms were stretched over her head and her eyes were closed while she moaned with every thrust. Her large round tits were bouncing from the impact of me slamming into her and were slicked with sweat. 

Sensing me looking she opened her eyes and giving me that big crooked smile gasped, "That the best you can do baby? That all you have for your mother?" she gave me a nasty little giggle and added, "I thought you'd want to see the rear view!"

Overwhelmed by the image of her perfect ass in the air, I stepped back and still holding her legs whipped them to the right. Mom cried out in surprise as I rolled her over on her stomach, then again as grabbing her hips, I yanked her to the edge of the bed until she was bent over it with her feet on the floor. Grabbing her hips, I thrust my cock into her as hard as I could.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Mom screamed, "That's what I need! Oh, honey, you always were so good to me!"

My answer was a low moan as I took in the sight of her round ass and my cock driving in and out of her from behind. Her back was covered in sweat and her long hair was plastered to it. I slid my hands up to her shoulders and pushing her into the bed began to fuck her even harder. Mom turned her head to the side and cried out in pleasure as my cock slammed repeatedly into her tight little pussy.

"Fuck I needed this!" she called out. "I needed my son, I had to feel you Trevor! I came here to be with you and you feel so fucking good!"

Mom was feeling pretty damn good to. A little too good as my legs started to tremble and my breath was coming in short ragged gasps. I didn't want to cum yet! I'd waited so long! I started to sow down, but Mom called out, "No honey! Keep fucking me, of just a little more, I want to cum on that cock.!"

I jumped when I felt something touch my balls and looked to see mom had slipped her hand down her stomach and was rubbing her clit. Seeing that didn't do much to make my urge to cum fade, but I didn't slow down. Instead I closed my eyes and just thought of how amazing it was to hear her voice call my name and how incredible it was to have gotten to not only tell her, but show her how bad I wanted her. Mom gasped and began making little high pitched yelping noises each time I slammed into her.

I opened my eyes to see her thrusting her hips back into me and could feel her legs shaking against mine. 

"Oh honey!" she groaned, "Fuck me harder! I'm right there! I want to cum with my son inside me I...oh yes!"

"Oh shit!" I cried out with her as pussy contracted around my cock causing me to lose control and explode inside her.

Mom let loose a long loud wail as her hips began bucking wildly against me and my cock sent spurt after spurt of cum deep into her pussy. I groaned and stopped thrusting, but mom continued to pound her pussy back into me. I gasped when I felt the last of my cum being milked by her convulsing pussy and somewhere in my mind, I had the disturbing thought that I hoped to hell Amber was on the pill. 

Sliding my still dripping cock from her pussy I turned and sat on the bed. Mom moaned softly, then standing up, looked down at me and pointed. 

"Slide up on the bed and lay on your back."

I slowly did as she said, my tired body responding reluctantly. Mom waited until I was still then crawling up onto the bed between my legs took my semi hard cock in her hand and said, "Let's see if your mother's lost her touch."

I cried out as taking my cock into her warm mouth, Mom began rapidly bobbing her head.

"Mom!" I groaned, "I...I.....oh!"

Despite the fact I'd cum twice and literally just moments ago, I could feel my cock stiffening in her amazing mouth. Mom opened her eyes and staring into her beautiful gaze I felt my cock become fully hard. Mom continued to suck as if she were a porn star and my hips started to rock, thrusting my dick into her eager mouth. With a slurping sound, mom released me from her mouth sliding up to straddle my hips, reached back and grabbed my cock.

She guided it to her pussy and we both gasped as she impaled herself on my aching dick. Mom began riding me hard and fast, her hips driving up and down so hard her ass was making slapping noises against my thighs. I lay there unable to move, my heart was pounding and my tired cock was getting sore from her relentlessly driving her pussy onto it. Mom placed her hand son my chest and began lifting higher and coming down even harder.

"Oh fuck!" she growled in her throat, "This was always my favorite! I always wanted to ride you Trevor and I didn't come here to be denied!"

I gasped as she was slamming into me so hard we were bouncing on the bed. Mom was breathing as hard as I was and her long dark hair was hanging around her face covering it. She leaned forward and shoving her tit into my mouth moaned, "Fuck me, shove that cock into that tight young pussy!"

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pinned her to me and still sucking her nipple, started thrusting my hips as hard as my tired body would let me. Mom howled in my ear as I fucked her as hard as I could. My cock was now more than a little sore, but goddamn did her pussy feel good! She was yelping directly in my ear and spurred on I started fucking her even harder. Mom gasped, then pushing against my chest so I would let go, sat straight up on my cock and putting her arms over her head slowed her movement and began slowly riding me.

"How do I look baby?" she moaned as she cupped her sweat slicked tits. "How do I look riding my baby?"

"Fucking beautiful Mom, you were always beautiful"

"Aww, you're not just saying that because I'm fucking you are you?" she laughed, then started rubbing her hands along her stomach and tits. "Goddamn!" she cooed, "Look at you getting to fuck an older woman in a young girl's body!"

Even in the throes of pleasure that caused me to laugh and after flashing me her trademark smile, Mom leaned over and slid her arms beneath me. I felt her shift her weight to the side and she whispered, "Roll over," in my ear.

I twisted with her, until she was on her back with me lying between her legs. Mom put her arms around my shoulders and looking me in the eye, said quietly, "I have to go soon honey, its time for you to love your mother."

Before I could reply her lips met mine and as her tongue slipped into my mouth she wrapped her legs around my waist and drew me deeper into her warm welcoming flesh. Mom sighed in my ear as I started slowly moving within her.

"That's right Trevor, nice and easy, make love to me."

I nuzzled my face in her neck and began kissing her as she began to move her hips in time with mine. I closed my eyes and lost myself in my mother's warm embrace. Mom began sliding her hands across my back and moaning my name as our bodies moved as one. I don't know how long we made love, but it seemed to last forever and I could feel my mother's love for me in each slow thrust of our hips and hear it in each soft moan we released in each other's ears. My cock was no longer sore and I swore nothing had ever felt this good. 

I felt mom trembling beneath me and as she moaned my name felt her pussy contract around me as she came from just my loving her. I moaned in her ear as her convulsing pussy coaxed my exhausted cock into cumming once more. Mom's nails dug into my back and she whispered, "Oh, Trevor how I loved you!" in my ear as my spent cock emptied itself into her quivering pussy.

"I love you to mom, "I groaned, "So much!"

We both fell silent as our tired bodies relaxed against each other. Mom's face was pressed into my neck and I became aware of her wet tears against my skin. My own eyes welled up and I squeezed her even harder against me. 

"I love you." We said simultaneously and mom laughed softly in my ear.

"Trevor," she said, "Look at me."

I reluctantly slid my arms from beneath her and propping myself up on my elbows looked down at her.

"Honey. I...I have to go now."

"Mom," I whispered, "I..."

"You need to listen to me Trevor." She said, her eyes staring into mine.

I noticed her green eyes weren't as bright as they were before and her hair seemed to have gotten lighter.

"Okay." I nodded.

"Trevor, a mother's job is to love and take care of their child, always. Part of that is trying not to let them make the same mistakes they did."

Reaching up she touched my cheek.

"I made a big mistake not moving on after your father. I let myself be lonely out of guilt. Then when my feeling grew for you again I let it go. My excuse was it was wrong, a mother loving her son in that way, truth was I felt like I would be betraying your father, that I shouldn't be happy."

"I...should have said something Mom," I said as I felt the tears flowing down my cheeks.

"No honey, it was on me." Mom whispered as she gently wiped the tears from my cheeks. "You were a confused young man who'd lost his father. But what's done is done Trevor. I can see everything from where I am and saw that you did indeed love me, it made me very happy to know it wasn't just me."

She paused and blinked, for split second I saw her eyes change back to brown, then she blinked again and they were green. 

I'm running out of time. What else I could see is you're making my mistake. You're alone because you think you're letting me down. You feel guilty. Trevor lying in this bed with you is a girl who's been in love with you since I was still alive, she loves you now more than ever, but soon she will move on when she sees you can't. Don't let that happen baby, I came here for two reasons. One to consummate the love we never got the chance to, but more importantly to tell you to move on."

"Mom, it's hard, I...."

I stopped as her body shuddered beneath me and when next she spoke her voice was barely more than a whisper.

"The last thing I will say is that I always tried to take care of you."

"You did mom, even now the insurance...."

"Well a mother doesn't stop worrying even when she's no longer there, so before I go Trevor I am going to take care of you one more time."

I started to ask her what she meant, but leaning up she gently kissed me and placing her face against mine whispered, "Enjoy my gift to you Trevor, be happy my baby."

She let her head rest back on the pillow and closed her eyes; I leaned forward to kiss her one last time, but stopped when her eyes opened. They were no longer green, but the big beautiful brown eyes of Amber.

"Oh my god!" she moaned, giving me an exhausted smile. "Damn Trevor! I thought people only had sex like that in the movies!"

"I...uh...."

"Wow, you fucked the shit out of me!" she giggled, "Not that I was complaining!" 

As I stared at her unsure what to say, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me and after kissing me quickly said in my ear, "I've waited a long time to have you in my bed Trevor. It was even better than I thought it would be."

"You...you remember?"

"What?" she asked, "What are you talking about? How the hell could I forget, shit I might not be walking right tomorrow!"

Releasing my neck she put her arms over her head and stretched. Her back arched beneath me, pressing her amazing tits into my chest and as I looked down at her, I was struck by how beautiful she was. Her brown hair was fanned out on the pillow and she was staring at me with those big doe eyes. Her face was flushed and she looked...happy.

"And then what just happened," she sighed softly, "The way you were so sweet and you felt so good! I..." she paused and I saw her eyes filling up, "No one's ever made me feel so special."

"You are special." I said softly.

"Say it again."

"You're special?"

"No," she smiled at me, "You know what I want to hear."

"Um..."

"Don't go back to being an ass Trevor, that wasn't just pillow talk, you meant it."

I pushed myself to give her a little smile and nodded my head, "I think you should refresh my memory."

"Oh? I get it, heat of the moments over so now I have to say it first?" she gave me an exaggerated sigh. "Okay, I waited three years to say it so I'm never going to hold back again."

Placing her hand son my cheeks she pulled my face to hers and whispered, "I love you Trevor and you made me happier than you could ever imagine when you told me you loved me."

I told her I loved her? Looking into her eyes it struck me that she probably remembered everything, but as her, she'd been experiencing me fucking her and loving her and telling her I loved her. Mom had let her remember it that way.

"Well?" she asked.

As I stared down into her beautiful face I became aware of how good our naked bodies felt entwined together and how much Amber had really meant to me over the years especially since mom had passed.

"Okay, Romeo," she rolled her eyes, but was smiling, "Let's try it again. I love you Trevor."

I hesitated, then clear as day heard Mom's voice in my head. "Be happy my baby"

Bending my head to hers, I gently kissed her soft lips and whispered, "I love you too Amber."

Happy Halloween.

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Authors note: Well I hope you enjoyed my latest story. Like I said I wanted to go more for fun and playful than take the horror route. However to make that up to you my next story is titled "My Mother's Revenge and there isn't anything sweet about it. But back to this one. This is a contest entry so please do take the time to vote and comment. As always thank you for reading and Happy Halloween! Lovecraft68