0 comments/ 220652 views/ 18 favorites A Voyage Around My Mother Ch. 1 By: Mike W Once you've crossed the line, there isn't any problem. It takes a little bit of psychological adjustment and if you get that right, and you accept that you're never going to be understood by anyone on the outside, then it just becomes a world within a world. You know that most of the stuff that happens is ugly and dysfunctional and most probably non-consensual, but not all of it. And no-one wants to think that any of it is going on by choice, or even worse, to consider that it's better than anything you'll ever experience with anyone else. But when I fuck my mother, when she takes my cock in her mouth, when she calls out to me to watch her frig herself with a dildo, it's sex beyond the firewall. That's when the fantasy of super-heated sex becomes my commonplace; all the purely animalistic instincts which are repressed or just partly expressed between regular couples blaze into life and there are no limits. We are of the same flesh and together we are unconscious of propriety. Whatever we want we take and give. None of this would have happened if mother wasn't hyper-sexual of course. She had a kind of mania for it and the doctors wanted her to take drugs, figuring there was a limit to how sexually fuelled a person should be. They reckoned she had gasoline dripping onto a fire that was already stoked too much. But dousing that fire seemed a crime against nature for her, and when I got to 13 and she could see I had sex on my mind -the hard ons and the squirming when I watched something hot on TV; the way I suddenly had to hide my body in the bathroom or getting dressed 'cause my dick was so stiff all the time- she just gave me the option. She just let me know if I wanted her I could have her, because she wanted me. And that's how it started. She was only 34; had me when she was 16. I sort of remember my dad, but he disappeared when I was six. Mom was pretty good at not just turning into a slut. She fucked more guys than I knew about, but she never just went bar-crawling, never left me alone. She met guys at work, or sized them up at the gas station, but they only ever arrived after I was asleep and she always made sure they were gone by morning. She got the sex she needed without me having to open the door to strangers or hear her stumble in drunk with some slob at 1am. I knew that shit was going on with some kids and their mothers. Hell, you only had to LOOK at some of the women in this town to know it was going on. The first time. Mom just asked me one night if I wanted to watch a video, and I said what was it, and she sort of made this naughty giggle and shook the cassette. So she put it in the slot and that muzak started. Porno sax muzak. I'd seen plenty of movies at friends' houses. They'd really made me burn white hot, but sitting on the couch with my mother watching Talk Dirty To Me part 2 -I was just electrified. It might have been one of those films Traci Lords made when she was underage but nobody knew... or at least they said they didn't know. Mom thought Traci had the same kind of extreme uncontrollable lust which had defined her own life for so long. Later on Traci reckoned she was in a drug haze the whole time, but it sure looked like she was getting into it. Naturally my dick was straining within a few minutes, and I was trying to work out what mom was up to. Was this just some sort of sex education exercise? I just tried to be as cool as I could, sort of giggling nervously. Mom was talking, saying stuff like "Oh... look at that. Getting fucked from behind is so great. " I still hadn't experienced a conscious orgasm. I'd begun having wet dreams, so it was obvious to mom -who had to wash the sheets- I'd reached that point of pre-adult maturity, but without tutelage, I had no idea how to make myself come. When I played with my throbbing dick under the covers at night I simply wasn't violent enough to push myself over the edge. Really giving my cock a hammering would have seemed dangerous. I just didn't know what it took, and what I could take. Anyway halfway through the movie Mom said; "Shit I can't stand this. I have to get off." And she got up and went into her bedroom and came back with a big purple dildo. I was boiling up and felt like I was almost floating. It was intoxication. The chemicals in my brain had turned me into a sex-drunk. Mom said. "It would really turn me on if you watched me fuck myself." I nodded, not really comprehending what was happening. It was as though I had entered the surreal sexual realms of the x rated movies -then moved forward again into a turbo-charged world of lust where the excitement of adolescent awakening had immediately collided with the ultimate taboo; and the greater the taboo, the more the sexual persona was fascinated with it. Mom had taken her pants off while she was retrieving her toy. She sank into the soft leather of the couch, turning to face me and draping one leg over the back of the lounge. Her summer dress rode up and I was confronted with the shock of her nakedness. A glistening dark pink slash of flesh above which lay a triangle of coiled hair, far darker than the sandy blonde sash she was always wiping away from her face and collecting behind her ears. She smiled at me reassuringly, then flicked on the button of the vibrator which immediately hummed alive. I'd seen dildos and vibrators in magazines but was fascinated that someone somewhere had designed and built this implement in the same way people built toasters or flashlights. Mom impatiently lay the shaft of the toy against her genitals and gasped. The implement droned in a deeper tone as it came up against resistance. Mom's eyes rolled as she smeared the device in the juices seeping from her cunt. Then she looked at me. The face I saw had adopted a kind of hunger I'd never seen. Mom's eyes were glazed, her mouth half-open and panting. Her body was completely splayed but every few seconds it spasmed stiffly, arced away from the couch, and a moan would accompany the movement. Either that or words; "Oh...Jesus", "Fuck...mmm...yeah...FUCK!" When she began to fuck herself with the vibrator; the whole 8 inch shaft vanishing inside her, I could feel my cock twitching and dribbling pre-cum down my leg. Mom began to buck and it was obvious she was about to come. With a kind of panicked urgency she reached out to me and said "Here...here!" I slid closer to her and she grabbed my hand shoving it down the cleavage of her dress, under her bra and straight onto a taut nipple and a heaving breast. "Squeeze baby," she whispered, and buried her head in the baggy mohair jumper I favored at the time. By now, the buzzing shaft was being plunged in and out of mom's cunt as rapidly as she could manage, but she had another idea. "You do it sweetheart," she said taking my hand and moving it down between her legs. She guided my fist onto the end of the vibrator. "Shove it in and out as fast as you can." I got down on my knees on the floor and mom twisted again so her feet were both on the floor on either side of me. She hooked her hands behind her head, and with a shaking hand I began to mechanically fuck her. Mom began to squeal and stomp one foot hard on the floor. "Yes! That's it. Fuck mummy as hard as you can!" I gripped a leather cushion hard with my left hand as I thrust away with the vibrator, unknowingly punching mom's clit at the apex of each deep penetration. After about twenty seconds, as my arm approached the point of cramping mom came. She flung herself forward and clasped my shoulders and I could feel her whole body shudder, the transmission flowing from her cunt, her clitoris, her whole body, down her arms and fingers into my own body. For about twenty seconds she writhed in an ecstatic transport as I held onto the vibrator, rammed deep inside her, almost holding her back it seemed from leaping away from the couch to God knows where. Eventually her bodily jolts ebbed, and she melted back into the couch. Still breathing heavily she stroked my hair and kept whispering "Oh my God....oh God." I thought maybe that was the end of it all, but it was just the beginning. A Voyage Around My Mother Ch. 2 As the waves of orgasmic relief faded, my mother's body slackened and she sank back in to the sofa, sucking in deep relaxing breaths. I stared at her nakedness, transfixed by the symmetrical perfection of her pussy lips. She turned her eyes to me; I was still kneeling on the floor, holding the vibrator which continued to hum. She smiled affectionately and leant forward, taking the vibrator from me and twisting the base so the machine fell silent. I could still hear sexual exhortations from the TV. The usual porno talk - girls whose voices wavered as they took in massive cocks which shook their entire bodies; 'Ye-e-e-s-s', 'Fu-u-c-c-k me like that, 'Ha-a-a-r-d-e-r-r'. The heat of the movie seemed ridiculously tame now compared to the bodily ignition I was having to deal with as I watched and felt my mother come. My dick ached and throbbed and my swollen balls were fit to burst. 'Mmm... thank you sweetheart, thank you,' mom said. 'Are you OK?' 'Sure,' I croaked, my voice hoarse from a dry throat. Mom spied the obvious bulge in my jeans. I wanted her so much to do something, anything to allow my body to release its pressure-pack of boiling semen. She reached out and drew me back onto the sofa, stroking my arms gently, slipping her hand under my T-shirt to massage my shoulder and neck. 'Would you like me to make you come?' mom whispered to me in a sultry voice I'd never really heard before. I nodded, once more as helpless as a baby in my reliance on her. And she was nervous too. Nervous and incredibly excited. As she unbuttoned my fly and my engorged cock sprang out, she let out a small gasp. It wasn't the size, which was average, but the immediacy and the stiffness. It was really stiff. I could have snapped it off like a nuisance branch on a dry tree. Almost glowing a deep red with touches of crimson, it couldn't have been any harder if it had been reinforced with concrete. It felt to me like the heat radiating from my body could warm the whole house. Mom's face was inches from my organ. I didn't know what she was going to do and I didn't care as long as she could precipitate that elusive first conscious orgasm. Drag me into some semblance of adult sexuality. As I lifted my hips and my mother pulled my jeans down to my ankles. My cock pulsated along with my racing heart. It twitched and jerked and mom just watched it for a while. Then delicately she ran her open hand down the shaft and scooped my balls up in her fingers. I moaned. The breath seemed to be sucked out of me and my skin felt electrically charged. I was panting like a dog as Mom smiled a knowing, dirty, sex-smile at me and leant her head down on my stomach. Then I felt my dick plunge into what felt like a glorious hot bath. As I looked down I saw mom's head bobbing. It was her mouth of course, her mouth sucking on me, almost swallowing me. My mom the deep throat expert. And now I was the star of the hottest sex movie of all time. It wasn't enough to just feel these sensations. I wanted to exploit the taboo; take it to a higher peak. The best sex, of course, is nasty ultra-heated sex. So I began talking, almost without knowing it. Speaking in cliches, but even the most obvious dirty talk was a revelation to me, and mom, growling now as she lifted her head for breath and let her hand take over, wanted it. Her face was hungry and wild. She was whispering, 'Yes...yes...want to see you come.' So I talked. 'You hot horny bitch,' I said quivering at the power of such ordinary words. 'You cocksucker. You never stop wanting it do you? You fuck yourself thinking about me don't you.' Mom was crying with the thrill of hearing me talk like this. 'Yesss' she sobbed .'Oh...mummy wants your hard cock in her pussy and her ass and her mouth. Mummy wants to fuck her little baby.' I felt a surge, a wave of even more intense heat. I was about to come. I still didn't realize it though. It felt like I needed to pee, and I almost said that I had to, but then my spine began to tingle and my legs seemed to go to water and my whole being was concentrated in the six inches of sexual organ. My cock was locked in mom's fist and she gradually built up momentum until she was working on me with the precision of a well-oiled piston. 'I'm going to come,' I breathlessly gasped, and intuitively I straddled mom so my balls sat between her gorgeous tits, the eye of my cock taking aim at her face. Mom's hand became a blur as I felt my dick getting the sort of treatment I'd been too scared, too uneducated to try. Now I knew. You could give that thing a real whipping. You could almost tear it off as long as you held it right. And mom held it right. I grabbed mom's breasts and as she said, 'Shoot that spunk all over mummy,' the first spasm arrived at the nerve endings at the base of my tool and a massive spurt of hot come flew out of my burning shaft. It slapped into mom's chin, and dripped down onto her neck as a second salvo, even stronger, leapt from my dick and settled in mom's hair. My eyes involuntarily closed for a few seconds but I could hear mom; 'Oh fuck, yeah! Oh my God! You are really coming!' The pulsations continued; six full contractions and what seemed like buckets of come. Mom rubbed the little creamy rivulets into her chest. I watched, dizzy and temporarily alarmed by the amazing muscular contractions, the volume of semen I had ejaculated. But soon I was feeling euphoric. And now that I knew how to make that dick present with my happy ending there would be no stopping me. And there would be no stopping mom. And only five or so minutes after ejaculating, with mom and I still sprawled on the couch, naked in a dreamy other world, I felt the sting of sex returning. My young body was peaking out, crazy for that super-sense, that trip onto a different plain. I began to stroke my dick, telling mom to look, look at her bad boy pulling himself, telling her what I was about to do, telling her he wanted to see her behaving like a complete slut. 'Yes,' she said. 'I want you to fuck mummy. Fuck my brains out.' A Voyage Around My Mother Ch. 3 I wanted to fuck my mother right there and then, but I hadn't realized how late it was, how tired I was, how much of my energy had been sapped in the preliminary sexual exchanges. Within minutes of spraying cum all over my mothers face and tits I was sleeping, curled up on the couch. Mom laid a blanket over me and the next thing I knew the sun was streaming into the house in sharp diagonal rays and it was Saturday morning. My mother had woken me as she fixed herself a coffee. She was wearing only a towel -loosely folded into a knot between her tits and only just covering her hips. I slowly stood up, pulled on my denims, and wandered over to get a drink too. 'How are you feeling?' mom asked. I was feeling pretty good. The previous night had taken on the fuzzy surrealism of a dream. It was almost impossible to accept what had happened, but I was pleased that it had, and already excited about where I was to be taken next. 'I'm great,' I said. 'Need a coffee though.' Mom moved to one side and leant against the kitchen table. I felt her eyes on me, and it wasn't for the usual inspection. Generally she ran a scan over me in order to gauge my presentation, to make sure I wasn't wearing stuff that needed washing, to check that I didn't look like I was getting stoned at school. Her eyes, traditionally were employed in duties. This look...this morning's look was one burning with desire. It was completely different. The previous mom, the one who made me sandwiches, helped me with home work, gave me and my friends rides from school. That former mom who guided me into adulthood now wanted something back for the investment of her energies, her love, maybe most of all her patience. (How long I wondered had she wanted me sexually? When I was 14? 16? She allowed me my innocence, she let me mature. She built me up and watched me turn into a man. But I was only a boy when I stated concocting fantasies about her and her swimming friends. I would jerk off thinking about them finding me, nude in the change rooms. I fucked them all in my imagination -mom too- for years.) 'And apart from needing the coffee,' mom said, 'how do you feel about what happened last night?' She was nervous, unsure whether she had stepped over the line. I guess she had, but we both obviously drew the line in a different place to other people. 'It was fantastic,' I said. 'What about you? Is there going to be more?' She smiled (relieved I think) and said, 'If you want there to be more, then there is nothing I would like more than feeling your stiff cock in my pussy, in my mouth, up my ass... wherever you want it. Or wherever I order you to put it,' and she laughed. My dick was stiffening more radically with every word she said, every dirty idea she proposed. 'Do you know what Woody Allen said when he was asked if sex was dirty Paul?' I did; the answer was "only if you do it right". Mom laughed. 'Exactly. Isn't that what makes it so exciting? The fact that what you're doing is shocking and illicit?' 'Yeah... well I haven't had much experience, but... well my fantasies are pretty out there I guess.' 'Can I make your fantasies come true?' mom asked I said, ' Well you're kinda in a lot of them.' 'Oh am I,' said mom. 'And you've been in mine for a long time too.. She looked at my jeans and saw the obvious upward attitude my cock was now adopting. Wordlessly she came over and started to unbutton my flies. As she dragged the jeans down past my knees, she let her blonde hair splash over my cock. Standing upright again she gently took a grip on my pulsating hard-on. Her hand was cool and soft. My dick was so engorged and radiating such heat I felt like I would burn the skin off her fingers. Slowly she began to slide her fist up and down the shaft of my penis. She leant against me and whispered in my ear, 'Are you going to fuck me hard baby?' I managed to nod a little - I had no air. This was literally breathtaking. She continued, 'Because I want to be pushed down on my knees, with my ass in the air, so we can fuck like a pair of horny dogs. Would you like that?' Somehow, gasping for air, I managed to say yes. Mom ran her tongue around the lobe of my ear, while simultaneously picking up the pace with her fist and masturbating me rough and hard. I wanted to stay there, leaning back on the kitchen cupboards, with my mom licking my face and jerking me until I came like a dam bursting... I wanted to do that, but I knew I should chill for a few moments, push mom away, regain my composure and make sure that when this orgasm arrived, the boiling load would fire deep inside her, so she could feel the spasms - so she could hold onto me as our bodies traveled beyond conscious thought... until we had no control over the sexual demands of cock and cunt and balls and clit. Until we had no words except those of sweet obscenity. Getting out of that clinch required a lot of willpower. I wanted her to grip my cock like that all the time. To lead me around by it like a pet on a leash. But I did manage to push her gently away until she was at arms length, and I eased her hand away from my cock too. She smiled and suddenly my lust took on a super-heated intensity. I grabbed the towel and tore it away from her. Her tits (still so gorgeous in spite of being sucked to hell by the infant me) bobbed slightly until I covered them with my hands. Roughly I turned her around and pushed her up against the sink. Shaking myself free from my jeans I used my knees to spread her legs, as my dick slipped into the crack of her ass cheeks, sinking in like a hot dog in a roll. Again I cupped her tits in my hands, and draped my head draped over her shoulder, so my mouth was right at her ear. Mom gripped the kitchen taps to steady herself, and to give her the leverage to press back into me. Above the sink was a foot or so of wall, then a ledge where detergent and soap sat, and rising from the rear of the ledge were windows. Windows which framed our lawn, and the footpath and then the street. Someone outside could see anyone at the sink, but only from the shoulders up. As I squeezed mom harder, one of my female college friends and her sister walked into our sight. They looked up at the house to see if I was home. They saw my mother's face and mine resting on her shoulder. Mom said, 'Would you like those girls to watch you fuck your mother? Would they be turned on?' I began to breathe heavily, 'Yeah, they'd start masturbating and shouting at me to fuck you harder. And then you'd get on top and they'd be screaming at you to hump me faster.' That was it. I needed to fuck mom. Needed to sink that rigid rod of muscle and blood in the boiling lava pool of her cunt. 'I'm gonna fuck you mom,' I whispered in her ear as I crouched a little, pushing my dick under her ass and forward a little. For a few seconds there was resistance then I found the gateway and slid in. It was hot, it was wet. I wanted to climb in. Mom groaned and turned her head around to look at me, while she gripped hold of the taps for dear life. As her eyes met mine I lunged into her, driving my throbbing cock in her, slapping my balls against her clit. Her eyes rolled in ecstasy and she arched her back. What a sight that was. Me fucking and banging away, noisily bashing my pelvis into her butt cheeks. And her back arcing down and back up to her neck like a spinnaker on a boat . Mom started crying out, quietly at first, 'Yes, yes, yes... Oh God,' then in a fuller voice, 'Oh fuck... aaagh...shit, do it, do it,' and eventually in a loud bellow which she tried to keep down as much as possible, but was too excited to control. 'Fuck me baby, fuck me Paul, come on, right in deep! Harder than that you little fuck!' I rammed her as hard as I could, but she wanted more. 'Come on you dirty cocksucker! Fuck mom, Fuck mom's hot cunt!' I put everything in to the task at hand. I wasn't sure if I would blow my wad or run out of stamina. I couldn't believe the sensations; physically of the velveteen pussy, and mentally of the excitement in the transgression. 'How's that you filthy slut,' I shouted, reveling in the further excitement of talking dirty. 'You want to fuck all day don't you. You just can't get enough.' Mom panted and said something I couldn't hear. I could feel her body starting to shudder as her climax approached. I kept up the language being as offensive as possible; mom wanted that. I couldn't say anything that would bother her. In fact there were too few sex words in the language. Nothing now that could shock her. 'I'm going to bring my friends around,' I said, 'and you're going to get fucked up the ass by every one of them,' 'Yessss' mom croaked, her voice quivering. 'I'm a dirty whore. I want my own son to come in my face, while I'm fucked. Screwed by every boy you know. If it makes you happy.' I was on a different plain now. My ideas had entered de Sade territory. Mom started bucking against my hips. She was going to come. I grabbed her hair and pulled it back so her eyes were looking up at the ceiling. 'And then,' I said 'You're going to go to Aunt Jenny's place...' My mother's orgasm began. She gyrated and squirmed against me, trying to extract the maximum stimulation from every nerve ending. I kept talking, having dragged mom's sister and her teenage boys into the fantasy '..and you're going to start sucking off Ben and Chris, and forcing Jenny to take both their cocks in her pussy and ass, while Uncle Dan fucks your daylights out.' By the time I'd concocted the scenario my mother's orgasmic waves were receding. I couldn't believe that I hadn't come, but it seemed my dick was so unaccustomed to fucking, that I hadn't even realized that such a thing as 'coming too soon' existed. Psychologically I had decided to come when I felt like it, and my body had responded. Mom slumped over the sink, gulping in deep breaths. I stood motionless, with my cock still deep inside her. After a minute or so mom motioned to me to let her stand and move. My dick slid out of her, and bounced back towards an 11 o'clock position. Mom gently stroked it. 'You are going to be the best fuck.' She said. 'You're going to be like me... insatiable.' I smiled, and she led me back into the lounge room After laying on her back on the rug next to the fire place, she opened her legs and invited me to get in there right now. Once again I quickly built up momentum. I kissed my mother deeply then rocked back so I could see her cunt lips enveloping my dick. After a few minutes I began to sense that my body wouldn't allow me much more of this without an explosion. 'You wanna come now baby?' mom asked. I nodded. She rolled over onto her knees bent forward and said, 'Ram that beautiful dirty cock right up mommy's ass.' I pushed gently against her. I was new to this maybe but I knew what might hurt someone. Inch by inch her tight ass relaxed and literally sucked me deeper inside her. When I had about half my cock in her, she began to moan loudly, and said, 'Now Paul, shove it right in!' I did. It was a glorious sensation, the muscles squeezing my dick, and gradually easing in order for me to fuck her to the hilt. I sensed my own climax approaching. I dug my fingers deep into the flesh of my mother's butt cheeks and began to thrust at her, I started to cry, 'Oh fuck, I'm coming... going to shoot my jizz right up your asshole.' And I did as my mother squealed that she could feel the hot come, and the spasms which were propelling it. As my orgasm began to recede and I pulled away from my mother, there was a knock at the door. Mom was laying on the rug getting her breath back. She turned to me and said, 'I know who that is.' I was in for a big surprise.