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Getting Mom

By: jazmynlove



"OH, shit baby" Mark moaned moving faster "I'M CCCCUUUMMMINNNG"

"No, Mark slow down," I moaned then it was over, he rolled over to the other side of the bed breathing hard. I looked under the sheet feeling unsatisfied.

"Well I have to go," He said getting up to put his clothes on.

"Go, what are you talking about?" I replied, "You're not staying all night."

"Nope got to get home to the wife," He said putting his pants on.

I frowned shaking my head "Wife what wife," I yelled, "We have been together two years this is my first time hearing about a wife."

"I got married two months ago," He let out a deep breath, "Thanks for the fuck but we won't be doing this again."

I pulled my legs to my chest and began crying as he put his shirt on. 

"Two years I fucked this lousy ass fuck," I thought as I cried 

"Bye" He yelled slamming the front door.

My heart felt empty and my mind was swirling with hurt as I realized that I had been used for two years. I went to my twenty-one years old son's room and climbed in his bed with him.

"MHUM" He moaned as I pulled his arm around me.

I had finally fallen asleep only to wake up to the weight of my son on me. He was smiling as I woke up.

"Romeo, I'm sorry," I mumbled trying to get up.

"Sorry for what mom!" He replied 

"You told me to stay out of your bed," I mumbled "I needed to feel a warm body next to me."

"That's okay mom" He whispered "After today you will learn your lesson"

I didn't know what he meant but then I looked down and noticed that I only had on a bra and panties. 

"I'm sorry Romeo," I said looking into his eyes when I looked up at him, I only saw darkness this wasn't my son.

"Time to learn your lesson." He said between gritted teeth. 

He positioned more of is body on top of me. Holding my wrist with one hand he reached down, traced his finger down my stomach. Then he ripped my panties off.

"No, Romeo this isn't right" I yelled, "I'm your mother, you can't do this."

"All my friends say the same thing about you" He mumbled between gritted teeth "You are a cock tease and need a good fucking."

"NO!" I yelled, "You can't do this."

"Well, mom it looks like I am" He whispered in my ear "I'm going to fuck you until you have an orgasms."

"I'll scream rape," I said

He laughed hard "You see that over there" He nodded his head in the direction of his camera "Well it was on when you got into the bed with me." He traced his finger along my breast.

"How would you explain being in my bed to the police." He pulled the bra down exposing my nipple. "In your bra and panties."

"Romeo please baby" My voice was raspy and low as he sucked my nipple. "No"

He sucked soft and used his tongue at the same time. 

"HHUMM" a soft moan escaped my throat. He put his hand between my legs.

"AW, Mom your body is telling on you" He laughed holding his finger up showing me the wetness "The cock tease is enjoying this."

"Romeo stop this right now," I commanded

"That stopped working when I was ten" he went back to sucking and used his finger to play with my clit.

"NO" I moaned but this time the moan was different I could feel, my body moving under his, his rock hard cock jumped when I moaned. 

He pushed my legs open more as I wigged under him.

"Please, Don't do this son," 

He smiled down at me "I'm gonna show you what a real man feels like."

Then I felt the head of his cock at my vaginal opening. "Please" I wigged

"You cock teasing slut!" He whispered before he pushed hard inside of me.

It felt like I was being split in two. He was completely inside of me but he didn't move. He just laid on top of me never saying a word or moving. Then it happens, my muscles contracted as I let out a soft moan.

Oh, my God! He is filling me up." I thought 

He grabbed his headboard pulling himself up and deeper inside of me. 

Then he pulled out I just held my eyes close tight. "Open your eyes" He whispered kissing me "I want to see your eyes mom"

I opened my eyes to his piercing brown eyes staring at me. He eased back inside of me. My body felt on fire as he stared at me before he hit my spot. He moved at a slow pace, I could feel the burning between my legs.

"Oh, yes Rome" I moaned "Fuck me hard."

He ignored my request and continued with his slow pace. 

Then it happened my body began to tremble and shake, my eyes rolled back as he pulled out. Then he slammed back into my now throbbing pussy. 

"OH, Shit I'm cuuummmminggggg" I screamed over and over. Once my breathing returned to normal, my body and mind returned to the real world I realized I just let my son fuck me. H saw the look on my face he pulled out and turned away from me. 

"Romeo" I called sitting up, not knowing what I was going to say. He saw the look on my face when I realized what I had let him do. 

"Get the Fuck out!" He yelled

"What!" My mind was still reeling from what had just happened.

"Get the fuck out!" He got out the bed grabbing my arm "And stay the fuck out of my bed."

"Blam" was the sound of his door, and then I heard the lock. Standing in the hall a little shaken from what had just happened I began to cry.

Getting in the shower I was trying to wash him off me, wash away all the rejection I had suffered in the last twelve hours. Then I began to panic I reached down between my legs the only thing that was there was my own juices. "He didn't use a condom." I thought as I continued to wash my body.

Remembering what Romeo said about me being a cock tease I put on clothes and went to the kitchen. I cooked both of us something to eat. He came down the steps with his backpack. 

"I cooked breakfast" Was all I could say never looking at him or acknowledging he was looking at me.

He sat down to eat breakfast then I sat at the table with him. 

"Can we talk?" I asked

"No we can't" With that he got up grabbed his backpack and left.

Two days later I came home from work to him and a couple of his friends playing video games. 

"Hello Ms. Johnson" Scott yelled as I put down my purse. 

"Hey" Joey yelled looking back with the most disappointing look on his face.

"Hello guys" I said going up the steps.

Romeo hadn't acknowledged I was in the room he stared at the TV and didn't say a word.

"Man what's up with the clothes your mother has on," Scott asked 

"Yeah man I thought I would get to jack off with an image of her breast tonight." Joey laughed, "Your mom is such a cock tease."

"Fuck her," Romeo replied 

"My son has lost total respect for me." I thought as I got to the top of the steps.

"Oh, dam" Joey yelled, "I got to go. My mother's boyfriend should be gone by now and she will be expecting me to tap that ass the right way."

"I don't know how you guys got your mothers to give in," Romeo laughed "That Bitch said she would call the police on me."

"My step-mother has been walking around the house singing from all the attention I have been giving her." Scott laughed "She hasn't been with a man since my father died five years ago."

Scott grabbed his stuff "She wanted a baby before he died maybe she will get one."

"Well at least she's not climbing in your bed anymore." Joey whispered

"I guess" Romeo said, "But at least then I was able to jack off. Going up in her without Cumming has really done me in."

"We'll call you later man," Scott said as he closed the door.

"I can't believe they plotted on fuck their mothers" I thought, "How could my son do something like that."

Still out done by the conversation I had heard I changed clothes and went downstairs. 

"Do you want something to eat?" I asked

"No," He replied not looking in my direction 

"Romeo we need to talk," I said sitting down across from him.

"No we don't" He said, "I have nothing to say to you."

"Well just listen," I said

"No, you are no different than the women I date" He said getting up "A big tease."

"No" I yelled walking over to him "Please don't leave me."

"I have better things to do than play with you. MOM!" He walked out the door slamming it behind him.

Four hours went by before I heard a knock at the door. I opened it to Mark.

"What do you want?" I asked annoyed 

"Some of that good" Mark replied pulling on my clothes.

I didn't want to sleep with Mark after being with Romeo, tis was all to confusing now that Romeo was ignoring me.

"Stop" I moaned pushing him away "Go home to your wife."

He slapped me hard "Don't you ever bring up my wife" He yelled "Now be a good sideline hoe and take care of me."

I moved away from her "Stop it" I yelled holding the side of my face.

"Come on" He yelled pulling my shirt open "You know you want it."

"No stop" I yelled backing up.

Pushing me down on the couch he was on top of me as I hit him. Then I felt the sting of my son's words "Cock Tease, that's all you are."

"Please Mark let me go" 

"Hell no," He yelled pulling on my pants. I closed my eyes as I screamed for help. 

Then as if time had stood still Mark was off me.

"What the fuck, are you doing to my mother?" Romeo yelled punching Mark in the face. Mark hit the floor as Joey grabbed him. I could see a flurry of fist, when the police walked in I don't remember. They where talking to my son and his friend. I was in a state of shock, I didn't remember saying anything to the police. The police took Mark, Joey left, it was just Romeo and I.

"Are you hungry?" I asked looking at Romeo.

"No," He replied. "Are you?"

"I'm gonna go cook us dinner." I replied getting up.

"Mom, I'm not hungry." He grabbed me before I could get to the kitchen "Sit down I will fix you something to eat."

He went into the kitchen, cooked me something to eat and when it was done he came into the living room.

"Come on," He said guiding me to the table.

I sat at the table looking at the food.

He grabbed the fork "Open up" He said 

I just sat with my arms holding my shirt close as he put the fork to my mouth. I looked up at him as he stared at me. 

"You have to eat." He said 

I opened my mouth as he pushed the food toward me. After I finished eating he cleaned the kitchen, then he disappeared when he came back he picked me up and carried me to the bathroom.

He slowly took my clothes off my clothes checking for a response from me. He put me in the tub and handed me some soap and a towel.

I sat there thinking to myself "How did all this go so wrong. Why would Mark attack me? I don't understand?"

"Mom, bath yourself" Romeo whispered in my ear before turning to leave out the bathroom.

"I'm a cock tease!" I said out loud.

Romeo stopped in his steps.

"I got what I deserved!" tears rolled down my face.

"No mom!" Romeo whispered in my ear, "You didn't deserve what he had done."

He took the towel and began bathing me. He was so gentle as he touched my body. 

"Baby you don't have to do that," I said touching the side of his face.

"When I called you a cock tease it was because of the things you did to me when you got in the bed" He said as he washed my legs. He looked nervous when I opened my legs. He made sure I was clean and he took me out of the tub, wrapped me in a towel and put me on my bed. He went to his room returning with a bag.

"Put this on" He said handing me the bag. I pulled out a beautiful white gown with the robe.

"I can't wear this," I said giving him back the bag.

"Mom!" He yelled making me jump "Put it on now."

"Why so you can call me a cock tease or maybe you can rip it off me." I began to cry

"Put the dam gown on!" He yelled again. Looking in his eyes I saw no emotion he didn't care that I felt like trash or what I had just endure hours ago he just wanted what he wanted. 

I jumped up putting no the gown "Are you happy now." I screamed, "I put the dam thing on. Look at me!"

He walked over to me and turned me toward the mirror. 

"You are beautiful mom!" He said holding me to his body "You don't have to settle for less. My father took you for granted, Mark used you. I love you and." He looked away "And you pushed me away."

He left me staring in the mirror and sat down. He watched, as I looked at me reflection. 

"My son was right I am beautiful." I thought. "I have taken him for granted my son loves me."

I turned and walked over to him as he watched me. I kissed his forehead, then his cheeks then his lips. I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue forward.

"HUMMPH" He moaned as we kissed for what seemed like hours. 

We crossed the line of incest the night I climbed in his bed. I straddled his lap, never ending the kiss, he laid back breaking the kiss. 

"I don't want to settle anymore." I mumbled laying on top of him.

"Are you sure?" He asked, "Once we cross the line there is no turning back."

He smiled as I thought about what he said, "I want all of you not some but all." He watched my facial expression "I want children and a wife."

"We can't live as a couple here?" I moaned as he rubbed my back, "Everyone knows you are my child."

"We are not staying here" He leaned up as he spoke "Scott, Joey and I have decided that we are moving our mom's to a new life a place where no one knows us."

"You guys really thought this threw." I said as I sat on the bed.

"Yes we have! Now come here and let me give you what you have been missing for years." He laughed as I stared at him knowing my life will never be the same.

Getting Mom



Prologue

My name is not John, but for the sake of sharing this very personal tale it is my moniker of choice. I have been a fan of literotica for some time now, and particularly the mother-son stories, probably because of my own experiences you are soon to read. I have felt compelled to share my experience with others who would understand, but have always feared persecution. Literotica has now provided me a forum in which anonymity is assured. I realize that a lot of other authors who post here are probably writing fiction portrayed as fact, but that doesn't bother me. The fact that people are reading it tells me that I am not the only one who feels these desires that some may consider perverse. Also, some of these stories must be true. Mine is. What follows is my attempt to relieve the weight of what I have kept to myself... until now.

I had a very normal upbringing, and felt loved by both of my parents. The only thing that was slightly atypical to me was how much younger both of my parents were compared to my freinds' parents. Mom (Claire) got pregnant with me when she was 17 and dad (Dan) was 19. I was an accident, (or a "surprise" as my mom phrased it) but my parents were very responsible and competent. Dad was always very handy and started an auto-shop with the help of his parents. It flourished in an underserviced market with unmet demand, under dad's expert ability. He worked a lot while mom's primary job was to take care of the baby, me.

I should amend my previous statement. I had a very normal upbringing and felt loved by both of my parents, until the age of 9. That's when dad passed. He died very suddenly. He was side-swiped on an icy road by a pickup truck that was going a little bit faster than it should have been in those conditions. The car he was driving spun and rolled down a hill into a shallow river. The coroner said that dad was unconscious from his head hitting the airbag before he drowned. He felt no pain. The man who side swiped him called for an ambulance. Dad's parents and mom didn't think it was necessary to press charges. It was an accident and the man felt awful about it. The irony of my dad the automobile mechanic dying in a car accident, is not lost on me.

It devastated us, mom and me. I loved my father very much, almost as much as mom did. We recovered after mourning him and never wanted for anything. Dad had taken out a large life insurance policy, had some money tucked away, and his company, (then employing over 50 mechanics, managers and secretaries in three different locations) was booming. Mom decided to keep the company in lieu of selling it. She is a very savvy woman and dad never kept anything from her. She was very familiar with his business when he died and although she knew nothing about fixing cars, she had an expert staff in place and managers that she and dad had both trusted. One of whom is my godfather Max. She promoted him to CEO of the company and gave him 15% of the company as a very generous bonus. My grandparents thought it was a foolish move at the time, but it provided Max an incentive to keep the company profitable and benefit from the profits. He handles all the work and the company has continued to grow under his watchful, loyal eye. Meanwhile, my mom retains 85% of the company and profits.

Chapter 1

That was all 10 years ago now. Mom never dated other men, before or after my dad. She took a couple years to get over dad and then devoted her time to me. She volunteered at my school events, hosted my friends after school, drove me to my sporting events like rugby and basketball in the summer, hockey and swimming in the winter. She doesn't need to work anymore so she reads a lot, paints and sculpts, is an accomplished chef, works out, runs and does yoga. She is a true renaissance lady of the modern era.

I am 19 now and mom is 38, but she doesn't look a day over 30. It is hard to describe her without sounding like I'm embellishing. She is divine. She stands about 5'6" next to me at 6'2". She has a beautiful face with large pouty lips and big blue-green eyes. Surrounding this face is long, cascading blonde hair that shimmers in the light. She has long slender legs that widen as they reach her thighs and continue to widen into perfectly shaped hips and a perfectly shaped ass that still turns heads when she walks down the street. Above that fantastic ass is a small waist with a flat stomach. Yet further up is her most appealing physical feature. Mom has the most incredible breasts that I have ever seen in my entire life. They are large, firm and perky. They are perfectly shaped and each is larger than my hand. Her skin is soft and porcelain smooth. Obviously I can't include a picture of her, but I remember the first time I saw a picture of a young Anna Nicole Smith I was struck by the similarity between her and my mother.

I remember the first day I started to see my mother as more than a mom. It was a Thursday near the end of the school year. I was in my final year of high school and coming downstairs for breakfast. I could hear mom in the kitchen humming along with the radio as I approached the kitchen.

"Mornin' mom."

She was standing at the stove and turned to me with a smile as I sat at the kitchen table. "Good morning sweetheart. Did you sleep well?"

"Like the dead." I smiled back.

"Well that's good, I'm frying you up some turkey bacon and eggs. What would you like for lunch?"

At this point I made a seemingly insignificant decision, which in retrospect, changed my perception of my mother and everything between us.

"How about tuna for a change?"

"Sure sweety." She put down the spatula in her hand and walked across the kitchen.

Mom walked over to the cupboard where we keep our canned goods. Tuna was an unusual request for me so it's kept on the top shelf. Mom stood on tip toe and reached for the tuna. This is when I first noticed what she was wearing.

Mom was in a black skirt that went down to about mid-thigh. She was wearing a low-cut tight red top that didn't quite cover her midriff. When she reached to get the tuna on the top shelf I had an unobstructed view of her side-profile. Her legs were long and the muscles in them tensed as she rose to her tip toes. Her butt stuck out and was accentuated by the close fitting fabric of her skirt. As she lifted her arms the red shirt she was wearing rose up her back and belly a little exposing her midriff even more. What really caught my eye though was her lovely boobs sticking out as she extended upward for the can. 

I noticed all of this in the 3 seconds or so it took for her to reach the can and a lump stuck in my throat. As she turned towards me I was still staring at those beautiful tits that now faced me squarely. I tore my eyes away and up to hers, which were already looking in to mine. She paused mid-step for just a split second, hardly noticeably. She knew where I had been looking moments before. 

Apparently she didn't really think anything of it, because she immediately re-engaged our conversation.

"So do you have any plans after school this evening?" She placed the tuna next to a bowl already on the counter, then picked up the spatula and stirred the frying pan on the stove. She had her back to me again.

"No not really" I stated blandly with downcast eyes. Eager to keep talking about something other than what just happened I told her: "This girl Jill suggested we go to the mall and hang out. I don't really see the mall as an attraction in itself though."

Mom found this amusing. She whipped her head around with a gleeful laugh. "Wow John. It's a good thing you have your father's more dashing features because you sure are cursed with his inability to decipher the subtleties of women. It sounds like she wants to spend time with you."

There was no Jill. I was just happy to have diverted my mom's attention. She leaned over the stove and started to place the bacon and eggs on a plate next to her. My eyes hungrily ran over her body. It felt like a thrilling discovery, and it also made me feel guilty for some reason that I still don't completely understand. God, how could I have not noticed that ass before!? It was like I was seeing her for the first time.

Mom turned around, but I had already averted my covetous gaze. She moved towards me with my breakfast.

"Well?" She asked.

"Well what?"

She rolled her eyes at me in exasperation. "What are you going to tell Jill?"

"Oh... Yes? Yes. I'll tell her I'll go to the mall with her."

Mom smiled as she leaned over my left shoulder to place my meal in front of me. For a moment my face was inches from her right breast. I could smell her womanly scent. My eyes glanced toward her cleavage while I kept my head still. I could see the top of her right breast, the inside of her left breast and the portion of her black bra between her two wonderful tits. I started to get hard at the table. I was worried about this because I am eight and a half inches long with a girth to match. Not easy to hide. 

"Well that's lovely" she said as she pulled away "but try to muster a bit more enthusiasm when you tell her John."

I could only nod and stare at my plate. The rest of the breakfast was uneventful. I continually glanced at mom's body as she made my sandwich and packed my lunch. Honestly, how could I have not seen her before, this stunner that I have lived with all my life?

Chapter 2

School passed unremarkably as ever. The final bell rang at 3:30 and I had time to kill before I could go home after my 'date'. I walked through our local ravine and various neighbourhood parks and schoolyards. It was only 4:30 when I found myself a few blocks from my house.

I knew that a proper date would have taken longer, but I figured that I could come up with some sort of excuse for why she had to cut it short, or possibly mom would be out for one reason or another. She usually goes for long runs late in the afternoon.

As I approached my house I could see mom's car in the driveway. I came closer to the house and climbed our front stairs. As I reached for the door I was looking through the window on the door and saw mom come out of the living room and move spryly towards the stairs. She was wearing a tank top and her yoga pants. She was slightly sweaty and didn't notice me on the other side of the window as she moved up the stairs. I once again noticed her amazing ass as she went up the stairs. I knew she would be heading for the shower. I waited a couple of minutes on the front porch. When I walked in I could hear the water running.

I walked up the stairs to my room and shut the door behind me. Safe.

When I heard the water turn off my ears perked up. I heard mom move through the hallway to her room. I heard her door squeak but noticed that I didn't hear it click shut. For the first time in my life, a fiendish and thrilling thought entered my mind.

I made my way to my door and slowly turned the knob so as to not make a sound. I stepped in to the hallway and made my way towards mom's room. I could hear her humming. When I reached mom's door I saw it was open ever so slightly. I moved closer to look through the crack.

I could see her standing in front of her dresser mirror. She had a towel wrapped around her body and was combing her hair. Then, without warning, she put down her brush and undid the towel around her body. It dropped to the floor in a pile and my eyes went wide.

There, standing seven feet in front of me, my mother was bare-naked facing away from me. The first thing I noticed was her perfect ass. It was so full and white. It looked so luscious and soft. It looked sooo soft and smooth. It's roundness was just perfect. I wanted so badly to push the door open and run my hands across it, spreading her cheeks wide. I wanted to bend her over and run my hands up and down her backside, caressing her smoothly.

She then walked towards her bedside table and I was mesmerized by her beautiful tits. I could not remember the last time I had seen her nipples. They were the size of dimes and stood out proudly. Her areola was a soft pink and looked delicious. I wanted to put one arm around the small of her back and pull one of those nipples towards my mouth and flick it with my tongue while fondling her other breast tenderly. Her huge breasts swayed with her feminine strut. They were so big and wonderful. I wondered how they could still be so perky after 38 years.

My cock was sticking in to the front of my pants so I unzipped to let it out.

What happened next blew my mind. She gracefully reached down to the table to pick up a bottle of moisturizer she keeps there. She put some on her hand and began to rub her belly. My eyes were drawn downward to her pubic mound, which I now noticed for the first time. There wasn't much hair there, but there was a bit. It looked like mom liked to keep herself well-groomed down under. She moved her hands upward and started rubbing her breasts with both hands. My god! Seeing her big natural tits move under the pressure of her hands was almost too much. Her hands moved firmly in circular motions and her boobs jiggled slightly as she moved. Just as she was finishing she pinched her nipples lightly and gave them a little twist. It was very subtle, but I couldn't miss it. There was a far-away glaze-eyed look on her face when she did this, like she was drawing upon a distant memory. She continued to moisturize her arms.

I had started stroking my shaft while leaning against the door frame. My breathing increased. 

A thought suddenly occurred to me and I turned my head towards the communal laundry hamper we keep outside the bathroom. It's kept closer to mom's room than mine. I walked carefully towards it and looked in. The top and pants she had just been wearing on her run were on the top of the pile. I move them aside and found what I was looking for. I picked up her white panties that were still moist with her clean, sweet sweat. 

I returned to the crack in time to see mom raise a leg on to the bed and start moisturizing her leg. She was facing away from me and that posture really accentuated the curves of her ass. My hand had started stroking my cock again. I raised the panties I was holding in my hand to my face and breathed in hard. I could smell her essence as my gaze moved slowly up her legs, to her ass, up her back and to the side of her breast that was peaking out. I could not see her face and in that moment, it made her more alluring. In that moment she was not my mother, just a smoking hot woman that I wanted to lay over that bed and fuck. I wanted to hear her moan and scream as I thrust in to the pussy, just out of sight, below that ass.

My hand moved faster and faster. I could feel an orgasm building within me. I stared at my mother the way a stalking cat watches an oblivious bird. I imagined her body bouncing up and down as I fucked her from behind. I imagined the sounds she would make as I took her to me and buried myself in her over and over again. 

And then: release. I brought the panties down from my face to catch the jizz that shot out of my cockhead. It felt amazing and I leaned against the doorframe as my legs went slightly weak. I stayed like that for a minute and when I looked up, mom had put on a lacy white bra and was pulling up her matching panties. I knew that she would be walking through the doorway in which I was leaning shortly after she got dressed. 

With that thought I retreated towards the hamper and put her panties, now cum --soaked, under her top and pants. I went downstairs and opened and closed the front door loud enough to be heard from upstairs.

Chapter 3

"Helloooo. Mom?" I yelled up the stairs.

"Hi sweety. I'm just upstairs getting dressed. I'll be down in a minute" she called back.

I walked in to the living room and sat on the couch. I kind of spaced out in my own thoughts about what I had just done for a while and it wasn't long before I heard mom coming down the stairs. As mom entered the living room I saw that she was wearing a simple button-up shirt and jeans. She was dressed for comfort.

"Hi John! Sooooo... How was the big date?" She asked me with a big smile on her face. I was beginning to find that smile very alluring. She sat next to me on the couch and curled her legs up under her.

"Hey mom" I smiled back. "It was fine, we had a good time."

The smile on her face faded a bit. She stared at me hard. It was like she was looking through me. "Oh... Ok... Well I am glad to hear that." She had a hard time with this last sentence and I felt like she wanted to say more but didn't know how to phrase what she was thinking. I would later wonder was she noticing a change in my demeanor? Could she tell that I had recently ejaculated? Had she credited the fictitious Jill with this accomplishment? "Well I am going to start dinner soon. Do you know what you're doing tomorrow? It's Friday so I figured I would go out with Stephanie and Vanessa. They wanted to hit up a bar downtown."

"I'm not sure mom. I might do something with Steve. I might just stay in."

"OK John. Well just leave me a note if you do go out and leave a message on the machine if you sleep over and I'm not home to answer the phone." (Mom still hasn't gotten a cel phone. She just doesn't feel it's necessary. I know, it's weird for someone under the age of 50.) 

Mom started to get up and then paused for a second. I glanced at her butt in the tight jeans she was wearing.

"John," she said turning to face me, "if you do see this girl Jill again... Just..." she looked flustered and unsure of herself. "If you see this girl Jill again, please be sure to play safe. I'm 38 and way too young to be a grandmother."

I blushed and looked down at the floor in front of me. "Mom! I'm not even-" I stopped myself. For some reason I liked the idea of mom thinking that I was having sex. "...OK mom. I will."

She smiled gently, turned and walked away without saying a word.

Dinner was pleasant and uneventful. We chatted about nothing significant and I cleared the table and helped mom with the dishes when we were finished. We watched a bit of TV together on the couch after dinner. Mom was tired that evening and I could tell that it would be an early night for her. At one point I casually put my arm around her shoulder, not an unusual position for us. She leaned in to the side of me and didn't say a word. I could feel the side of her breast pressing against my torso and felt my dick shift slightly.

I was worried that she might notice so I turned to her and was about to say something when I noticed that mom's eyes were closed. She was obviously not asleep, but she seemed to be trying to snooze while leaning against me. I glanced down toward her body and noticed that her two buttons were undone on her blouse. It wasn't much, but I could see the beginning of her fantastic cleavage.

We stayed like that for a while. Me, watching TV mostly, occasionally glancing down the front of her shirt, wishing I could see more. This went on for about half an hour when I noticed that her breathing had deepened and was in a steady rhythm. She was asleep. I stared at her cleavage.

I calmly raised my one free hand toward her shirt. I slowly placed my finger tips on the button that was spoiling my view. I slowly and patiently undid it. Mom didn't react. I slowly parted and lifted her shirt and could see the front of her bra. Both of her breasts swelled and fell with her breathing. They looks so inviting and fantastic. She was wearing the lacy white bra that I had witnessed her adorn earlier. 

I just enjoyed the view. 

After a little while I started to feel a little bolder. I lowered her shirt to free my hand. I had other plans for it. I could see a deep cleavage line and the middle of her bra now, but that was it. I moved my now free hand under her shirt and lay it on her heaving bra-covered breast.




Getting Mom



I just lay it there so as to not make any sudden movements, mesmerized by the feel of her tit. I slowly started to knead and massage that amazing breast as my mother dozed on my shoulder, with my other arm around her waist.

My dick was hard and making a tent in my pants. Fortunately I was wearing jeans which helped restrict it, though it was still noticeable. I started to knead and massage the bra containing my mother's breast more firmly now. Harder. Goddamn! This was the most amazing experience of my life to date. I moved my thumb over the area where her nipple must be. I squeezed my mother's breast hard and felt it thoroughly. It yielded and shifted under my hand. She drew a sharp intake of breath through her nose. I moved my hand to my side and locked my eyes on the TV.

She looked up at me wide-eyed and unaware. I turned back towards her. She reached up and rubbed her eyes. 

"Hey," I said to her "you fell asleep on me."

"Sorry" she mumbled back.

"It's ok." I watched her for any reaction.

"I'm going to head up to bed. Late night with the girls tomorrow" she mumbled again.

I was disappointed at this. She stood up and stretched, arching her back. As she did she noticed her shirt offered slightly less restriction than usual. 

She simultaneously glanced down at her deep cleavage line and lifted her hand to the third button on her blouse, the one I had unbuttoned. She normally leaves the top two buttons undone, but never the third. My eyes stayed on the TV. 

She seemed to be content to shrug it off as a coincidence and started walking towards the stairs. She paused for less than a second after taking a couple of steps. I glanced at her eyes and saw her gaze pass over my crotch and then she turned her head to look in front of her as she left the room and went upstairs. Did she notice the tent in my denim jeans? It was pretty obvious, but was she looking long enough to notice?

"Goodnight mom" I said

"Goodnight sweety. See you in the morning."

Chapter 4

I awoke the next morning after a night of sweet dreams and went downstairs to find mom cooking breakfast for me. I was checking her out while she cooked and we spoke about our plans for the evening. She reminded me that she planned on going out with the girls and to please leave a note and/or voicemail. I assured her I would and headed out to school.

School was once again unchallenging and pedestrian. I spent most of the day staring out the window and thinking about what it was like to hold my mom's full tit in my hand. It was like caressing a welcoming and gratifying delight. I had never felt anything like it and it consumed my thoughts. School ended and the weekend had begun.

I got home to an empty house. Mom and the girls had apparently started festivities early. No matter. I had decided that I would not be going out that evening and just lay around the house mostly. I gamed online, watched some shows online and just took it easy really. I was sitting on the living room couch at 12:30 am with my laptop on my lap when I heard a car pull up outside. I heard the euphoric laughter of girls that found each other very funny and a car door slam. I got up to see what the commotion was about.

Mom was staggering up the walkway, away from the cab that had just dropped her off, with the help of Vanessa. Stephanie must have been the first stop on the cabbie's route. I opened up the front door.

"John! Sweety! How are you my handsome, handsome son!?"

"Oh. My. Gawd Claire! You weren't kidding! He is the spitting image of Dan!" Vanessa is an old friend of mom's who though I rarely saw, was always treated like family.

"I know! Right V? He's just so handsome. My little baby. All grown up to look just like his father" she smiled dumbly at me with glassy eyes as she pinched my cheek jokingly. The two of them found this very funny apparently.

"OK John, well I am going to get back in to that cab. You make sure to get this one in to bed. She has had more than a few."

"Will do aunty V." I leaned forward to hug Vanessa. She wreaked of vodka. She holds her liquor much better than my mother does though. 

As we embraced, Vanessa leaned in to me a bit. Mom, now standing on her own, fell on the porch. She and Vanessa both started laughing again. Mom was wearing a short black dress and red high heels that looked hard to walk in. When she was on the ground I had a view up her skirt that revealed she was wearing black underwear. I had never seen mom this drunk before. 

I offered her my hands but she still wasn't able to get up. I dropped to one knee, hugged her as she hugged me back, and rose with her in my arms. She leaned her body heavily against me as we stood in the doorway.

Vanessa swayed slightly, smiled and stated "alright champ, you got her from here. Have a goodnight you two."

"Goodnight V! Thanks for a wonderful evening!" Mom waved as Vanessa got in to the cab.

I turned and lead mom in to the house with her still in my arms.

When we got in to the house I locked the door behind me with mom still draped on me. I looked at her and she looked at me with that big smile. She wasn't steady on her feet and her body continually moved against mine as she sought her balance. I was starting to get a hard on and decided I should get mom up to bed. As I tried to guide her towards the stairs she would start to fall again and again. I held her close and she clung to me. I decided that it would be easier to just carry her. So I lifted her in to a bridal carry in front of me.

"Oooooohhh! John!" she squealed and then laughed. I could tell she was enjoying herself but I didn't think she was all there at the moment.

I carried her up the stairs, down the hall and in to her room. I lay her gently on her bed. She cooed gently and shut her eyes as I lay her down. Moments before she was laughing with Vanessa, now she was semi-coherent. She must have been wasted.

I was rock hard by this point, and realized that helping her get ready for bed was an excellent pretense to oggle mom's body and maybe even cop a feel. The light in her room was off but there was enough light coming from the hall so that I could see her quite clearly.

"Mom" I said to her. She murmured slightly. "Mom, I'm going to help you out of your clothes so that you can get to sleep." 

"Thanks sweety, that's nice of you." She replied without really registering what I had said.

I rolled her over slightly so that I could unzip her dress. Once I had done that I let her back on to her back. I moved the straps off of her shoulders and started pulling the top of her dress down. I discovered that she was not wearing a bra as I exposed her gigantic tits. They looked amazing in the pale light. So vulnerable and available before me. I paused for a second, but then pulled on the hem of her dress to try to get the rest of it off of her. Her ass was pinning it to the bed but I worked it off little by little. Finally, her hips and black panties were exposed and from there the dress glided smoothly down her legs. As I pulled it down to her ankles and feet and removed her heels and dress completely in one fluid motion.

There before me lay my semi-conscious mother with her eyes closed. She was just lying on her bed and while she knew I was there with her, she wasn't coherent enough to think about it as inappropriate. I lay next to her and started lightly running my fingers over her belly and upper thighs. She let out a very subtle moan and her lips parted. It occurred to me that she hadn't been touched like this in over 10 years by anyone. This beautiful woman, in her sexual prime, had been starved for male contact. 

She seemed to be enjoying herself and I grew a little bolder. I moved my left arm under the nape of her neck and pulled her gently in to me as I continued to caress her body with my right hand. I ran my hand up to her bare breasts and fondled them without anything in the way for the first time. I massaged and kneaded. I squeezed and fondled her in a trance. I leaned over her and took a nipple in to my mouth and suckled gently.

She let out a loud moan and opened her eyes. I removed my mouth from her luscious tit and looked up in to her eyes. She could feel my raging hard on digging in to her thigh. She looked at me in the darkness and said aloud:

"Dan?"

I looked up in to her glazed, pleading eyes that fanned the flames of my desire even higher. 

"Yes Claire. It's me."

I lowered my head to her breast once more and licked her nipple up and down without taking it in to my mouth. I switched breasts and did more of the same. She moaned. I used my hand to cup and massage her breast repeatedly. As her breathing increased I moved my hand down the side of her and on to her hip. She was still wearing her panties (more like a thong really) and I rolled her slightly on to her side so that I could grope and squeeze her ass as I continued to suckle her perfect breasts.

Again, she moaned louder and started to breathe even more heavily. My right hand was full of her ass cheek and my mouth was full of either one of her tits. I started to squeeze her ass really hard and suck her breasts as hard as I could, almost violently. I wanted to consumer her.

My cock kind of flopped in to the space between her legs just below her pussy and she started to grind it in a trance-like motion. I released her ass and lowered her on to her back. My cock came free as she rotated and I moved my hand on to the top of her panties. I slowly lowered it and felt the opening of her vagina. 

I lifted my head so that I could get a better look. Her cheeks were flushed and she was moaning loudly and consistently at this point. I used my hand to rub her hard. In her trance-like state, her hand found its way to the back of my neck and she pulled my head towards hers. We kissed.

I moved the slip of her panties out of the way and started rubbing her bare pussy as we made out heavily. I could feel her stick her tongue in to my mouth and I reciprocated in turn. As I stuck my tongue in I put a finger into her pussy. It made a wet sucking noise and she tensed noticeably. It was like she couldn't get enough of me as she grabbed the back of my head by the hair with both hands. 

I moved my finger around vigorously. I moved a second finger in and it made a sloshing noise as I stroked her insides. Mom was scream/moaning now. I felt her body writhe with pleasure as she broke our kiss and her back arched. Her eyes were wide as she screamed at the ceiling. It was one of the most feminine noises I had ever heard. Her pussy tightened around my fingers and then, nothing. She went limp with a smile on her face.

I stared at her for a moment not realizing what I had just witnessed. She moaned every time she exhaled and seemed completely satisfied. I however, was not. I stood up next to the bed and stripped naked faster than I would have thought possible. My cock was throbbing and veiny. I got back on to the bed, kneeling over moms spent body. Her eyes wandered around listlessly over my body. I pulled her underwear down her legs and completely off of her.

I kneeled over top of her and put a hand on each of her heavy thighs, close to the knee. I parted her legs, with my cock dangling inches from her pussy. I lay down and had all of my weight on her body and one arm as I reached down to guide my cock towards her soaking vagina. I felt the tip of my cock head make contact with the lips of her labia. I moved my cock up and down to lubricate it a bit.

I looked down at mom's swollen clit. Her legs were spread and her knees bent. I could see her well defined hip bones between her hips and belly. Her breasts were still slippery wet from my saliva. Mom's face looked confused and a little bit scared, but mostly lustful. Her wandering eyes found my own and she looked at me quizzically.

"John?" she said squinting.

I thrust my hips and the tip of my cock was in her. She winced slightly and moaned as I expanded a pussy that hadn't been penetrated in 10 years. I pulled out of her a bit and then thrust back in a little further this time. She winced and moaned. She sounded like I was hurting her slightly, but she liked it a little. I felt her pussy get even wetter. 

Every slow, powerful thrust I made drew me deeper and deeper inside of mom. As I drew out each time it became more wonderful as I re-entered her. Over and over again. God she was tight! She was wet as hell but it was still hard to move in and out of her. When I was about two thirds of my cock length in, I hit a wall. Mom was back to moaning loudly as I thrust in to her again and again. As I developed in to a rhythm mom seemed to be enjoying it more and more.

I took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her body bouncing up and down as I fucked her. The expression on her face, the motion of her tits, the tightness of her stomach and the wideness of of her hips and thighs were all very sexy to me.

At that point I decided I wanted to feel my entire dick inside her, so I started to fuck her harder. She started wincing again as I pushed harder and harder with my hips. I felt the tip of my dick start to push through whatever was restricting it and mom started to whimper. I fucked her harder. The whimpering increased and a lone tear rolled down one of her cheeks.

I felt her insides open up to me and a few thrusts later my stomach and balls were smacking in to her stomach and ass. The feeling was sensational. I don't know how much longer I lasted, but I could feel a powerful orgasm building inside me.

I fucked that woman stupid while she moaned and whimpered. My cock, making sucking noises every time it entered her, felt so good. I really can't describe it. I felt the pleasure building inside of me as I fucked her harder and faster. At this point I could tell mom was getting really sore and the pouty expression on her face made me feel like I was claiming her as my own. 

I watched her beautiful pouty face look up at me. She seemed to be getting used the feeling of my dick inside her. Her Eyes locked on to mine as she continued her labored, rhythmic moaning. I kept fucking her as hard as I could. I thrust up deep within her and arched my back to force every millimeter of myself into her.

Her eyes lolled back in to her head and her moaning became more like guttural screaming again. She was close to another orgasm. Mom's body arched slightly and she looked up towards the headboard of the bed. Her pussy tightened around my cock like she was trying to hold it in place. Her flowing juices lubed me so well that her clenching only served to massage my cock even better. It felt amazing. Truly the English language is inadequate for describing how wonderful that felt. She was cumming again, and I wasn't far behind.

I knew I was about to cum as I thrust in to her a few more times, and my mind went blank.

I could feel myself projectile shoot my load inside of her belly. It came in three massive spurts and a couple more soft ones. I grabbed the back of her neck with one hand and stuck my mouth on hers. 

Mom instinctively stuck her tongue in my mouth as I emptied my ball sack inside of her. When I was done cumming I lay my forehead on the bed next to her head.

I lay on top of mom for a couple of minutes, my dick still twitching slightly within her. When I rolled off I could feel my dick leaving her. I could feel her breath as she moaned softly in my ear.

I lay on my back beside her and she immediately cozied up to me, resting her head on my chest and putting one of her legs between both of mine. I put my arm around her and started to doze off, both of us naked and completely spent. She was still drunk and I told her that I love her.

"I love you too John." I barely managed to decipher from her mumbling as I allowed her to pass out finally.

This was the position we awoke in the next day, in the sobriety of daylight. I was completely satisfied and mom was confused, physically sore in her vagina and disoriented. She had a patchy memory of the night before and became increasingly furious and bewildered as I retold the events that would connect the dots for her.

That however, is another story.

Epilogue

This is not the end of my story. Writing this out took longer and is more voluminous than I expected. This has been an emotionally draining experience. I wanted to get at least this much posted because this feels like a natural place to take a break. It feels good to finally get this off of my chest. If there is enough demand for me to finish this story I shall. Otherwise, I feel satisfied and relieved now that I have come clean. Thank you for indulging me.



Getting Mom Ch. 01



"Dude there's no way she would ever come." Mark said as he took a gulp from the only bottle of beer they had and passed it to Dan. "Not if she knows you'll be there. You gotta stick to the plan. Please." 

Dan Nirmal was pissed. All his friends had been flirtatious with his mother, but Mark had taken it further the last couple of weeks. He was at the house almost everyday, often when Dan had to leave the house and his mom would be alone. 

He had managed to strike a friendship with her and Dan knew about the shower of compliments he fed her constantly, making her love his company. It made Dan angry and jealous, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to stop it. He couldn't deny that he liked the change that had come over his mother recently. She had changed her entire wardrobe in favour of clothing more revealing than anything he had seen her in before. She went out more often, was more fun to hang out with and had eased up the rules at home. But Mark always overplayed his hand, letting everyone know how "close" they were. 

"I'm not letting you parade my mom around like she is your girlfriend! She is a married woman with three kids."

"Your dad is rarely home and neither of your sisters live here anymore. Isn't it about time you stopped seeing her as your mom and as a sexy woman instead?"

Dan gulped the beer down and stared at the wall. Mark's plan was that Dan would tell her he was not in town for the weekend and stay in Mark's apartment. With the son not around, the hot MILF might lose her inhibitions even further, allowing Mark to take advantage of it. Unknown to Dan, the two had already attended a party together last week and Mark had convinced her to turn up in a bare midriff top and jeans. He had introduced her to everyone in the party as Debra his "good friend" and had made sure that by the end of the party everyone there, guy and girl, had taken advantage of the older woman's drunk state on the dance floor. Only a few of them knew who she really was, they left the party with enough photos of her and them on the dance floor to last a while. Mark's favourite was of her sandwiched between him and a friend, oblivious in her intoxicated state to both dicks rubbing against her body and their hands feeling her up.

If Dan found out about that, he would kill him. But Mark had a growing suspicion that Dan had a perverse enjoyment for all this, which prompted him to feed Dan the plan. The fact that he had listened to this plan, which could end up in his mother getting seduced and fucked, without physically assaulting Mark proved his theory right. All he had to do was convince him.

"Come on Dan. You can't deny that a hot woman isn't one just cause she's your mother. I deserve a shot at her just like I do at any other woman."

"Any other married woman." Snapped Dan.

"Fine. But can you deny that you'd like to see her as more than just your mother? I've done it right the whole way dude. When was the last time you saw your mom wear clothes like she does now before I started flirting with her? Don't tell me that doesn't turn you on, cause I know it does!"

Dan wavered, knowing he was right. If this was successful his mother would completely transform. Who knows where it could lead? He might even get to.....he didn't want to think about it right away. 

"How many times did you see her belly button growing up?"

Dan was startled. "I don't know, a couple of times I guess."

"In the last one week, how many times have you seen her wear something that doesn't show her belly button or a mile of cleavage to the world?" 

Dan grinned. "Ok, so you've given me and the rest of the town the pleasure of ogling my mom's cleavage and stomach by bombing her with compliments and making her feel sexy. Thank you kind sir."

"So you like all your friends and the men in this town enjoying the sight of your mom, but you won't let me, a guy whom you know is trustworthy seduce your mom."

"You're trustworthy? You take her around like she's your whore!"

"I don't see her having a problem with it. The issue here is..."

He was interrupted by the sound of the door opening and Debra entering the house. Mark was not going to let Dan ruin his plans. He grabbed the bottle of beer from Dan.

"Look, just hide from your room and see how your mom is with me. Nothing has happened between us yet but the attraction's as hot as ever. If you don't get a hard-on watching me flirt with her, then I won't force you to agree with my plan. Deal?" 

Dan hesitated; the footsteps from the hall were getting closer.

"Deal?"

"Deal." He disappeared behind the furniture and slipped into his room, from where he could climb into the yard and spy on them wherever they went. 

Debra walked in with her blonde hair tied behind and her shirt tied in front of her breasts, revealing more than half her tits and her slightly chunky stomach. She flashed Mark a smile as soon as she saw him and he went up to her for a friendly peck on the cheek. Dan could see from where he stood that the kiss was half lip and half cheek. "Looking sexy as always Debra." Mark said as he slid his arm around her bare waist and walked her to the kitchen. 

"That's what you always say baby." She was happy to flirt back. Her husband was rarely home and Mark was paying her a lot of attention. A lot of men were eager to pay her a lot of attention the last few weeks when she decided to show her body off. It made her feel charged. "Where's Dan?"

"This is the last bottle of beer so he's out to get more. I figure with the mart being closed today, he would take atleast an hour to get back." He winked at her and still holding her waist, tweaked the little bit of extra flesh she carried in her hips. A week ago she might have slapped him, but now she moaned and pushed him away playfully. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to him forcefully, taking her by surprise. She hid it by laughing and letting him grab her again. Thinking her son was not around made her more relaxed with how far she could go with Mark. Nothing had happened between them, but she found herself enjoying teasing him. She often thought of what it would be like to seduce him for real.

"Do you know Dan has a trip planned with his friends this weekend?" 

"Really? Didn't he go last weekend too?"

"You wanna stop him? I thought we could do a repeat of last week and hit some party." He whispered the last part into her ear, making sure Dan couldn't hear it no matter where he was spying from. He took a swig from the bottle and passed it to her, letting her go from his grip. She took the bottle and sauntered down to the kitchen to get a mug. "No let's just share the bottle. Come on over here." He knew how tipsy she would get with just a few gulps, this way he could pretend to drink and make her finish it. When she came he already had some music playing and made her dance with him. She was surprised with his assertiveness today, his hand all over her ass and stomach. The beer was already giving her a buzz and she didn't want him to stop, getting hornier by the moment. 

"So what do you think? You wanna party?"

"I don't know Mark, I still feel guilty about the last party and I can't even remember half of it. I don't think we should be this close." 

"Come on," he said sliding both arms around her waist now and making her moan with his squeezes. The alcohol was takings its hold over her and he wasn't going to let go. "All Dan's friends will be there. Don't you want them to see how sexy his mom is these days?" One of his hands crept down and cupped her ass. "I know you remember the looks everyone was giving you the last party. I know you liked it. It's gonna be even better now, everyone's gonna know who you are and drool their balls off." Debra put both hands on his chest and shook to the music. She couldn't believe how turned on she was at the possibility of teasing her son's friends behind his back. They were dancing pretty fast to the music. 

"Turn around and bend over Debra, I love this part." They had grinded before, but this was the first time he was commanding her for it. In her horny and tipsy state, she smiled and did as he asked, feeling jolts of pleasure as he pounded his meat on her ass to the beat of the song. She felt like a slut. You are a slut, she told himself, and you'll make a good start by being his. 

Dan could see everything from the window, his mother's massive jugs bouncing up and down as Mark felt her up and danced with her delicious ass. He had lost all hope of self-control when he realised his mother was going to agree to this. He figured he might as well enjoy it and started stroking his dick at the spectacle. Here was his mother being treated by one of his friends like a private whore and he was jacking himself to it. 

Debra could feel Mark's penis rubbing up and down her ass. He had never been this bold before. She encouraged him by moaning every time he took a long time to stroke his dick on her or squeezed her waist. They finished the song dancing that way. Once it was over he pulled her back into his arms. Since most of her body was already exposed, Dan could see the glistening sweat on his mother's body from where he stood. Mark slid a finger inside her navel and made her moan louder than she had before.

"So what about it? You want to be the talk of the town?"

Debra smiled and nodded, enjoying the feeling of his finger slithering inside her belly button, his other hand kneading her ass and his rock-hard dick still pressed against her moist pussy

"You wanna be the local MILF?" She moaned in response as he pinched a nipple through her top, he took that as a yes. 

"Good. Then you can get down on your knees and give me what I want. We'll discuss what you'll be wearing after that." Debra was too horny to argue. She undid her top and went down on her knees, zipping his pants down. 

Mark had an idea. "Wait, wait." He had a new gleam in his eyes. "Some of my dad's friends are having a party tonight.Where's your video camera?" Debra was confused for a second before it dawned on her. Mark's dad and his friends were her husband's friends too. She gave him a smile sultry enough to melt steel. "Give me a second baby."

Dan climaxed in his pants.



Getting Mom Ch. 02



Prologue

This is the second installment of a series. It is not a standalone story and I would recommend you read the first portion before reading this one.

Also, this is a story that some may consider somewhat dark, despite the happy ending (no pun intended). I personally find it very erotic and plausible where many other stories breach mother-son incest with the subtlety and finesse of a dog humping your leg. Please do not misunderstand that comment. I do not sit in judgement of any other writer and I implore readers to be patient with stories that aren't to their liking. Literature is easy to criticize and hard to create.

For me, having a believable interlude to sex is very important. In my mind, it is not realistic for a mother to just decide 'What the hell? I'm so horny I think we should fuck on the regular now.' That is probably because of my personal experience but who knows, maybe it really does happen. Although there is no forced sexual interaction, what follows contains a fair deal of coercion and emotional pressure at the beginning. It walks a fine line between consent and non-consent. If this style of story is not to your liking, I would recommend you look elsewhere.



Chapter 1

I woke the next morning feeling satisfied beyond description. It was the most zen state of mind I have ever possessed. I woke slowly and my senses sharpened. I heard the standard suburban ambient noise such as birds chirping, neighbours conversing and the occasional car. I saw a little daylight, though my eyes were closed, telling me the sun was well in the sky and it was a clear and beautiful day. I had found nirvana.

I smelled the fruity shampoo she always uses and I felt her against my body, clinging to me as I lay there on my back. I could feel the hair on my chest move with every inhale and exhale she made. One of her smooth legs was draped across me and she nuzzled the nape of my neck. Her head was resting on my shoulder and my arm was under her. My hand was resting against the small of her back. We had slept on top of the sheets and it seemed to me that we used the warmth from each other's bodies to stay warm throughout the night. I smiled at the memory of the preceding evening. I remembered that clichéd line from Casablanca, 'I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship'. I believed that. 

Mom had her body pressed tightly against me and I started lightly scratching her back with my fingertips the way she had for me when I was younger. I remember how good that always felt. It was such a simple yet intimate kind of contact, completely devoid of carnal intent or lust of any kind. It was a kind and sincere gesture of love. I opened my eyes to gaze down at her. 

She was perfect. She was fast asleep on my chest and shoulder, breathing gently. She was still bare-naked and I couldn't help but drink in her luscious form with my eyes. Her long, smooth legs that widened gently but confidently in to the broad thighs some women wear so well were enchanting. Her comely form continued in to that perfect heart-shaped ass that was just out of sight over the hill of her hip as she was lying on her side. Above her butt, the sharp indent in her form signalled her waist that she worked so hard to keep to a minimum. Above that was her pair of massive breasts, too large for a hand to contain. One of them was pressed hard in to the flank of my ribs and kind of 'smushed' outwards from the pressure. The other was completely visible and lying on the side of my mid-torso, close to my belly. And then there was her face, it was so beautiful under the cascade of long blonde hair.

We lay like that for a while: me, watching her longingly, and her blissfully content and dreaming peacefully. I continued scratching her back gently. Her skin was so soft it felt like the very edges of my fingertips were being enclosed in a warm, silky gelatin. As I became more and more awake, so too did I become more pragmatic about my situation. My mother and I had had sex the night before, and it seemed probable that her memory regarding the event would be spotty at best. I became kind of nervous about how she would react. I debated getting up and sneaking out of there. Maybe she wouldn't remember us having sex. Maybe whatever she did remember she would dismiss as a dream. People have an astounding propensity to believe what they want to believe. 

I seriously considered just leaving the room and going to my own bed. I dismissed the idea after not very long. First of all, we were well entwined and any attempt I made to free myself was likely to wake her anyways. Second of all, I didn't want to sneak off. I had started something that I wanted to continue. I had had sex with my gorgeous deity of a mother, and I knew I would want to again. Hell, I wanted to right then and there. My cock was already hard, but that was nothing new. That happened every time I woke up. Her close proximity did make me hornier though.

She stirred gently against me. She wasn't awake yet, but it wouldn't be long now. I didn't know how she was going to react. I wanted so badly for her to be ok with it. Was that too much to hope for? I wanted Mom to just take it in stride the way she does everything else and realize that it's no big deal. I wanted this kind of evening to be a regular happening and I wanted to wake up this way forever. I didn't know how she was going to react and it worried me. 

I did know that she would have a wicked hangover. I contemplated getting a glass of water and putting it on her bedside table for when she woke. Again, I would have woken her. I thought better of it and decided to just lay there, stroking her back.

This went on for about another fifteen minutes before she started to stir again. This time she inhaled sharply and her body moved as she stretched.

"Ugggnnnhhhhh" Mom moaned miserably. She rubbed her hand against her face. She still hadn't opened her eyes and was moving irregularly the way someone who is coaxing their body in to beginning another day is wont to do. The fact that she was undoubtedly hung over and feeling that self-induced kind of sickness that goes with it made me feel sorry for her. She moved her free hand across my torso and then froze suddenly.

I knew that she had just realized something was out of the ordinary. The torso she was resting on. The hand moving back and forth across her back. These things were not normal. She looked up over the top of her hand, which was still on her face, in to my eyes. From what little of her face I could see she looked surprised more than anything. Uh-oh. Not what I was hoping for.

She sprang up suddenly and I could tell that she instantly regretted it. She clutched one hand to her forehead and the other to her belly. It framed her breasts beautifully. I felt bad for her though. The sudden blood loss to her head as she sat up must have exacerbated her headache.

"John?" she asked incredulously "what are you doing here? W- w-... Why are you naked?" She looked a little bit scared. I started to speak but she continued, her voice rising and becoming shriller. "Why am I naked? Why are my clothes on the floor?" Again I was about to speak when she continued, her voice rising yet more, becoming hysterical even "why are you in my bed? What happened last night? Where's V? How'd I get home?" She was losing it a little when she became stark and very stoic all of a sudden.

"John" she said flatly without any expression. "Why is my lower abdomen sore?" The colour drained from her face as she asked this last question she already knew the answer to. She stared at me wide- eyed and stunned, like a deer in headlights. I knew she was silently praying to hear anything but what I was going to say, anything but the truth.

I looked at her feeling sorry for her with a twinge of regret and no words to say. I really had no idea what to say and I could see the tears building in her eyes, threatening to bust the dams of her lower eye-lids. I really had no idea what to say and was at a complete loss for words, which is not an affliction I am used to. I couldn't look at her anymore and I looked down at the bed.

"John, you tell me what happened last night." Her calm and controlled countenance belied the inner turmoil raging within her.

I still had no words to give her. She knew the answer already and I couldn't bring myself to verbally tell her. I was lying on my back still and slowly reached down towards my still hard dick. I placed my hand on it. Her eyes moved down to where I placed my hand and she appeared distraught. She turned away from me and sat up more and then leaned forward toward the foot of the bed, hugging her knees with her head between them.

"Oh my god" she whined in despair. "Oh my god no! Please." She started to sob softly.

I was a little confused and hurt by this. Even if she was drunk last night, she still seemed to enjoy herself immensely. I pleasured her thoroughly. She never once said not to and I just pursued what felt good. For both of us I mean! I know she was drunk but she wasn't that drunk, was she? I gave her a few seconds and then felt compelled to try to comfort her.

"Mom" I said softly, "c'mon, it's not so bad." I leaned forward and started to rub her shoulder. She flinched and then pulled away from my hand.

She stood and turned her tear-streaked face towards me. "Don't John!" she not quite yelled. She suddenly seemed very aware of her own nakedness and clutched at one of the sheets that was on the bed. She picked it up and wrapped herself in it. "Just get out" she said tiredly pointing at the door, her reddened, puffy eyes boring in to my own.

I sat there gaping at her for a moment, then stood up sullenly. I made my way towards the door. As I passed Mom she didn't look at me but just stared at the bed I had just risen from. I walked out the door and heard her close it behind me. I went to my room.



Chapter 2

I lay on my bed staring at my ceiling. I was lost in thought. I felt like I had gained and lost so much in such a short amount of time. I thought of my loving mother the nurturer. We had always gotten on so well. We were all that either of us really had. We were each other's rock. Now I wasn't sure what was going to happen. 

Why did Mom react that way? Last night she was enjoying herself so thoroughly. She had mistaken me for dad at one point, but she recognized me before we had actually begun having sex. She knew it was I making love to her, even if she didn't remember it now, as it seemed. In that moment, she acknowledged me and then enjoyed me having sex with her. Her raw and uninhibited self enjoyed last night, even if she didn't remember. Why was her conscious self punishing us now? It was so unfair and confusing.

About twenty minutes after I had left Mom's room I heard her open her door and walk down the hallway. My heart skipped a beat and I sat up on my bed and faced the door. I heard her footsteps grow nearer and then the bathroom door open. She wasn't coming to my room. I simultaneously felt both relieved and disappointed for different reasons. I heard the shower turn on.

I realized that I was working myself up. I would have to face Mom again at some point, but not right now. I thought it would be a good idea to give her some space and process the previous night's events. 

"I gotta get out of here" I said aloud to nobody. I looked over at the digital alarm clock on my bed side table. The blocky red digits read '11:13'. Perfect. Steve, Matt, Taylor, Mike, George, Trevor, Leslie (a male friend of mine) or Geoff will be up by now. Anyone would do. I called Steve first. This isn't really a term I use very often as I have a wide variety of good friends, but if I had to pick one, Steve was my best friend.

"Yo man." He answered, recognizing my number on his cel.

"Yo, whatsup?"

"Nothing much, just hanging out at mine."

"Mmmm, cool."

A brief pause on the line, '"yeh, so whatsup with you?"

"Not much, I was just seeing if you wanted to get a pickup game started?"

"Mmmm, yeah that sounds good. What time were you thinking?"

I absent-mindedly glanced at my clock again, it wasn't necessary, it was just habit. I replied "I was thinking twelve?"

"Yeah OK, who else is coming?"

"You're the first call I've made."

"K... Well I'll call around and you do the same?"

"Sounds good. Oh, and also, do you want to do something later tonight? I was thinking we could track down a house party or just get some booze and look for something to do. I dunno what, I just feel like doing something."

He laughed in to the phone. "Yea sure, sounds good. You gonna crash at mine?" 

"Yeah that sounds good."

"K, I'll call around, see you at twelve."

"See you." I hung up my cel.

I made four more calls that pretty much followed the same script. By the time I made my fifth call to Matt, another friend named Carl whom Steve had called, had already called Matt. I took that as sufficient evidence that word was getting out. I quickly got dressed in shorts and a tee and packed a change of clothes for the night with a stick of deodorant. I put all my stuff in my bag and did the triple check: keys, wallet and phone. I was good to go. I left my room at 11:20. As I passed the bathroom door, which is at the top of the stairs, I heard the water in the shower was still running.

I walked down the stairs and put on my runners I usually kept on the mat at the front door. I had the door open and stood on the threshold when I stopped and thought to myself. Normally I would leave a note telling mom I was leaving. She could always just call me on my phone to find out where I was, but I thought it would be better to let her avoid making direct contact with me, at least for a little while. 

Normal is good right now, I decided. I turned around and started toward the kitchen. I wrote a quick note explaining that I was going out and wouldn't be back that evening. In the note, I told mom that I was going out for the night and that I would have my phone with me. Mom knows that I always keep it on silent to avoid being unintentionally rude to those around me, but I frequently check it. So if she were to call me I probably wouldn't notice, but would be able to call her back.

I left the kitchen and proceeded back towards the front door. As I was passing through the main hallway I heard the shower turn off. You can see the upstairs bathroom door, partially obscured by the banister, from the front door of my house. I stared longingly at that door standing in the downstairs entrance.

I wanted so much to talk to mom, to talk and just make it better. She loved me and I loved her. We could figure this out and I didn't want her mad at me. I wanted so much from her and to reciprocate it in turn. If I could just go and talk to her I could reason with her and make her understand this isn't the end of our mother and son relationship. It's the beginning of something even more intimate and loving.

But no matter how much I wanted to talk, she was in no mood to listen.

Mom must've been almost done towelling off and it would have been awkward and in all honesty kind of creepy for her to walk out only wearing a towel and seen me leering at her from downstairs. I took a deep breath, sighed, and turned away and closed the door quietly. I realized that I had not mentioned in the note that I would not be coming back that night.



Chapter 3

The day was beautiful and the sunlight was stymied by the leaves of the tree canopy. It danced on the sidewalk at the whim of the wind moving the leaves above. I walked down the street in an absent-minded state. My eyes were seeing, but unfocussed, my mind was miles away but my feet knew which direction to take. I walked towards the schoolyard that I knew to be our unspoken predetermined court of choice, the same court we always used.

I arrived at the court shortly before 11:40, I was the first to arrive. The others started arriving one by one shortly after I got there. We were sitting around shooting the shit when Steve arrived with the ball. We all got up, Steve and I slapped hands, and we all started taking shots to warm up while continuing whatever conversations were already in progress. By 12:10 we were lining up to pick teams. George and Matt were the best players, so they were team captains and took turns making picks.

The game was fun. It was what I needed. It consumed my thoughts and allowed me to exert my body. Typically our games are: first to 29 points wins but you have to win by 2 points, each basket is worth 1 point regardless of distance, fouls are called by players but rarely are they called. This game went to 37-39 and was one of the best we'd ever had. It was close the entire way through with each team taking turns in the lead. Even if my team ended up losing in the end, I really enjoyed it.

After the game the crowd kind of dissipated a bit. A few of us stuck around to shoot baskets. Eventually, Steve and I were the only two remaining on the court. We decided to play a game of 21, which is a very low-key style, stationary shooting-based game that requires no running or jumping. We were talking about school and girls and nothing at all really. 

We talked about what we were going to do later that night. It sounded like there wasn't really a lot going on that night, but it's common for people our age to keep house parties they're hosting under wraps until the last moment so that they don't become too crowded. Whatever, even if nothing came up we could always just bum around parks and meet up with other friends. I know it sounds like a group of listless kids potentially getting in to trouble, but besides underage drinking and the occasional social cigarette when inebriated, we were very law-abiding young citizens. Besides, the drinking age in my country is 19 so we were only one year underage at this point in my story. If we had been caught by police officers with booze, they would just tell us to pour it on to the ground and be on their way after they witnessed us do it. I speak from first-hand experience.

I sunk the final basket and finished the game with a score of 22. Steve and I headed in a different direction from which I had arrived, towards his place. On the walk, I broached a more serious topic that I wasn't quite sure how to bring up.

"Hey Steve, we've known each other a long time eh? All our lives pretty much."

He shrugged, "sure man, I can't remember not knowing you really."

"Well... I gotta ask you something that I need you to not repeat." I said this to him knowing that it was unnecessary. We trusted each other and he would never repeat anything I told him in confidence.

"Have you ever... y'know... have you ever found your own mother to be attractive?"

He raised an eyebrow at me and I could tell that he was making a conscientious effort to keep a straight face. To his credit, he was succeeding and he responded quickly with "my mom, no. Hell no. But you've seen her. If I had your mom on the other hand, well, different story."

I didn't respond, I knew that he would elaborate. He continued "I obviously mean no disrespect here John and I realize this is a revealing thing to ask anyone. If anything I feel flattered that you hold me in high enough regard to ask me such a potentially reputation-devastating question." He inhaled slowly and collected his thoughts. He looked at me.

"But your mom is a total smoke show. She's beautiful, she has a smoking hot tight little bod and an ass and pair of tits that are just un-fucking-real. Please pardon my candour."

I laughed a little. He really didn't mean any disrespect, he was just giving an honest answer to an honest question.

"No" he continued. "I have never found my mother attractive, but ever since a certain age I have always regarded your mom as one of the hottest women I've ever seen. And you know what John? I don't think being related to her would change that for me. There is nothing wrong with finding a hot woman attractive."




Getting Mom Ch. 02



I found this conversation reassuring. Steve was a good friend, my best. We walked to his house and I said 'Hi' to his mom, Linda, and younger sister and the three of us chatted for a bit while Steve used the downstairs shower. Linda informed me that we were having quesadillas for dinner. "Stellar", I told her. After Steve finished I hopped in the shower myself.

I ate dinner with Steve and his sister, mom and dad. It was fun and light-hearted. Steve has a really cool family. I couldn't help but think about mom and wonder if she was OK. I imagined her alone in our house, and felt kind of guilty for leaving her alone. I checked my phone discretely at the table, no missed calls. I think it was best that I gave her some space, but no matter what I did I knew I'd wonder if I should have done something else. I still had no regrets about having sex with her. I knew that much.

I found a party through a peripheral friend of mine. I didn't know the guy who was hosting it, but Steve had heard of him and enough of our friend's were going that we secured an invite easily enough. We headed out around 7:00, early I know, because we wanted to stop by the liquor store. I bought booze for both of us with a crappy fake I.D. that was still good enough to work. One of the benefits to having a prematurely receding hairline is how well fake I.D.s always worked for me.

We stopped at a park and did a little pre-drinking. George and Matt met up with us. We had a pretty solid buzz going when we arrived at the party. It was one of the better ones. George and I managed to make out with a couple of girls, I even got under my girl's shirt. She had nice tits bigger than the average girl our age. I guess you could say I have a type. I was a lot more confident than normal and she seemed to really like me. I was kind of uninterested in her but still tried to get with her until she demurely and cutely denied me. She was very flirtatious and I decided to try playing it cool, which is honestly not my style. I like sincerity and not being cool enough to pretend everything is lame. On that night though, I just felt like having a good time and didn't really care about what this girl thought one way or the other. Eventually, she broke down and asked for my number and I gave it to her. The boys and I played some beer pong, I ran in to some old friends that I didn't expect to see there. Like I said, it was a decent party. 

Steve and I were a little bit blasted when we left the party and started making our way back to his place. I still hadn't told mom that I wasn't coming home that night. It was a call that I was putting off. I still wanted to talk to her, I just didn't know how to go about it. Our relationship was never going to be the same, but how would it evolve? Steve walked up his driveway and in to his house. I told him I just had to call home before coming in.

It was 2:13, she would be asleep. I called mom on my cel. The phone rang twice.

"Hello?" her soft voice answered on the other end, shrugging the sleep out of her voice.

I froze briefly, I expected her to sleep through the call. I was going to leave a message for her. I was out past 2:00 and there was a good chance she would get pissed if she knew that I was still out. She might insist I come home. 

I really wanted to talk to her about our last encounter, but I knew that now was probably a poor choice of timing. She would likely feel ambushed if I tried to initiate 'the talk' that we both knew was coming.

I wasn't sure what to say exactly. With so much to say, I was unable to utter a word. I was unsure of how to proceed and I didn't really feel like having a protracted conversation. I thought quickly.

"Hey mom, it's for me, I got it."

"Oh!" she said, surprised "OK, I didn't realize you were home."

"Yup, I'm in the basement. I'll talk to you tomorrow after I get up, I'm going to sleep in. G'night mom. I love you."

"...Goodnight sweety. I love you too. Talk to you tomorrow." *Click* Thank god we don't have caller I.D.

I tucked my phone in to my hoody pouch and quietly walked in to Steve's house. I went down in to his basement and sat on the couch that would soon be my bed. Steve was in the lounging chair to the left of me. We watched some television, sports highlights. We talked a bit intermittently. I set the alarm on my phone to be up early enough to get home in good time. I did not want to arouse mom's suspicion. Not long after, Steve went upstairs and I stared at the dark ceiling. I was awake for a long time after that. My last thoughts as I drifted off to sleep were of mom.



Chapter 4

I was rudely awoken at 9:45 by the alarm I had set. For those of you not keeping track, it was now Sunday morning. I woke up groggily and sat on the couch for a minute. I am usually good at waking up when I want to, but I had only fallen asleep about 5 hours earlier. I changed in to the running clothes that I had been wearing to play basketball the day before, I knew that they could be useful to the alibi that I might have to concoct that morning. Steve was still asleep so I sent him a text saying thanks for letting me stay the night, knowing he would get it when he woke up.

I arrived at my house half an hour later. I knew mom was almost definitely awake and milling around the kitchen or living room. I walked up the front steps. When I reached the front stoop I took off my back pack and left it outside the door, leaning against the wall. It would not be visible from inside the house. I opened the front door, steeled myself and stepped inside. 

"Hello?" I heard mom call, it sounded like she was in the kitchen. "John? Is that you?" I heard her feet against the tile then hardwood floor grow louder.

"Yeah mom, it's me."

She rounded the corner and looked at me as I was taking off my second running shoe. My hand was braced against the wall for balance and my eyes were on my task at hand. She spoke. "Where were you? You weren't in your bed this morning?" 

"I got up early and went for a run" I said without missing a beat. I turned to look at her. She was wearing an androgynous, loose fitting blue-gray sweater that looked warmer than was necessary this time of year. It went down to her thighs and hid her curves well. It was unusual to see her wearing such conservative clothing, but it could have just been a coincidence. It was not the first time I had seen that sweater. 

She had faint bags under her eyes and wore no make-up, but still looked beautiful. Her blue-green eyes were quite striking, accentuated by that insipid sweater.

"Ok... Well," she breathed deep "is now an OK time to talk?" She had accepted my explanation. As long as I moved that bag on the stoop before she went out the front door, I was golden.

I held her gaze "Yeah sure mom, if now is a good time for you." I smiled reassuringly, which seemed to have a positive effect. I gestured my arm towards the living room as if to say 'after you.' I followed my mother. 

She sat demurely on the two-cushioned couch, and instead of sitting in the chair across from her I sat next to her. She looked taken aback by this but said nothing and angled her legs and body in my direction. We sat there for a moment saying nothing, neither of us really knowing how to broach the subject at hand. Both of us planned on that conversation going a different way, but I did not predict the outcome that came to be. She spoke first.

"John," she began uncertainly, like she was guessing an answer she was unsure of. "I want to talk to you about what transpired between us two nights ago.

I couldn't help but smile at this obvious prelude. Mom noticed and I knew some explanation was in order. It was a strange statement to smile at and I knew it would confuse her or worse. "You don't say. I had hoped it was about that new car I have been pestering you about." I said jokingly.

She smiled back and looked at the floor as she realized why I had found this amusing. "Yes well, I suppose it is kind of obvious what we need to talk about. But John," she said, her tone once more becoming solemn "I need you to take this seriously. It's important to me."

I too became more serious. "I'm sorry mom, I certainly didn't mean to belittle you and I meant no offence."

"None was taken John, but you have to realize something." I braced myself for what I feared she was about to say. "John, what happened was a mistake." My stomach dropped. I thought I was ready to hear it. I wasn't.

She had gotten the tough part out and she was gearing up now. "It is wrong. It is illegal and it is unethical." I could see compassion in her eyes. It felt like pity. There is nothing more insulting to a proud man than pity. "I don't hold you completely responsible and I have now remembered a fair amount about the evening. I do feel like you took advantage of the situation, but the reality of the matter is I made no effort to stop you and..." She stopped, I held my breath with rapt attention. I could tell she was choosing her words very carefully.

She looked up in to my eyes "and if I'm being completely honest John, I was surprised by the strength of my physical reaction." Hope! "But John, it was a mistake and it can never, ever happen again." Crushing.

I was angered by that. I couldn't look at her. "Well that kind of sucks" I mumbled. I took a moment to collect my thoughts and we sat in silence for half a minute. I then moved my hand on to her knee and looked at her. I spoke in a direct and level tone. "I love you mom. Having sex with you was the best experience of my life and I wouldn't trade it for anything. You enjoyed it too. I don't regret it for a second and I have never felt more hurt than I do right now."

She was noticeably perturbed by that statement. She continued "I love you very much John. I will always love you no matter what, but I am your mother and what happened can't happen again, it just can't. You're my best friend and my son John, I just want things to go back to normal." She seemed frightened.

I looked at my mother square in the eye. She quailed slightly under my uncompromising stare. She averted her eyes. I said nothing for a while. I became more irate the longer I thought about our situation. How could she just discard me like that after we shared such an amazing experience together?

"Mom," I began "there is no more normal. We shared a life changing experience, you and I. I want- I need to pursue this new aspect of our relationship." She said nothing. She just looked at me with those beautiful eyes. "I would never force myself upon you, but the fact of the matter is that things will never be as they were. I need more than that now. I understand if you need to take it slow. This is a big change in our dynamic, but for better or worse mom, things will never be the same between us."

"John-" she pleaded.

"Stop! I can't control the way I feel about you mom. I love you. I love you as a woman and as my mother." I rubbed her knee lightly. She looked dejected and her shoulders were slumped. I leaned forward.

I spoke softly but firmly to her. "I'm in my final year of high school. I'll be moving away from home and going to university in just a matter of months. I have some money of my own put away and I have plenty of friends who would put me up if I needed them to. I can work during the summer and go into debt to pay for my schooling. When I turn 21, my trust that dad set up with his insurance company becomes available to me." Mom was there, but she looked like she was miles away.

"I'm going to give you space to process all this right now mom. I love you and I always will, but it has to be all or nothing. I won't torture myself by being around you without being with you in an intimate manner. I'm sorry, but I know what I'd be missing and I just can't bear that." I leaned forward further and kissed her gently on her cheek. 

I got up to leave. As I was leaving I heard her whisper, barely audibly "I don't want to lose you John."

Without so much as slowing down or looking back I said, not harshly "then don't."



Chapter 5

I walked up to my room, more tired than I should have been. It was almost noon and I felt confident that I wouldn't be hearing from mom for the rest of the day. I wondered if I had been too harsh. No, I decided. I meant what I said and she needed to know exactly how I felt. We had always been very honest with each other and it was important to be that way now more than ever. Also, she had told me that she enjoyed herself and was unable to provide any specific reason why we had to keep our relationship platonic. All she had been able to offer was 'it's wrong' or 'unethical'. She had never once provided a specific reason why we had to terminate the physical aspect of our relationship. 

I went on my laptop and surfed online for a bit. I went on facebook, checked out some funny websites. I did some homework and before long I noticed I was really hungry, it was almost 7:00. I went downstairs cautiously. I was still mad about how our earlier conversation went. I was relieved and disappointed to not find mom. I guess she was upstairs in her room. I made myself a cold-cut sandwich and returned to my room. I ate my dinner, read a bit of Shogun by James Clavell and had my lights out by 10.

I awoke the next morning before my weekday alarm on my phone, which I keep set for the five weekdays, went off. I got dressed in a polo and jeans. I was still pissed and I kind of just wanted to get out of the house and begin my day in earnest. I went downstairs to find mom in the kitchen cooking breakfast.

"Good morning John" she said tentatively.

"Mornin" I responded without looking at her.

"I made porridge." She smiled hopefully.

"Thanks mom. I'm not that hungry though. I'm supposed to meet George and Shauna to help them with calculus and I'm running a bit late" I lied. "I'll just grab something in the school caf."

She looked crestfallen "Oh, Ok. Well I'll see you after school then."

I grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and a protein bar from the cupboard, which is why I entered the kitchen in the first place. "Yeah cool mom." I briefly made eye-contact with her for the first time. "See you then." I forced an obligatory, cordial smile.

I went to school. It was uneventful and boring as always. I wish I had something more interesting to tell you, maybe something slightly amusing happened that day and I just don't recall it. I am writing all this over a year after it happened. Any semi-anecdotal situation was apparently unmemorable. 

Anyways, I left school and went home. Mom was there and she greeted me at the door. She asked me about my day and I gave short direct answers. I went up to my room, craving the seclusion. I regretted not making plans after school to minimize the time spent at home. Dinner went much the same way. Mom was trying to engage me in conversation. I was kind of distant. I finished quickly and went back to my room.

The next two weeks passed this way. I was close to graduating and I had given up on mom and me pursuing a physical relationship. I was kind of just punching the clock at home and counting the days until I graduated. I had already made plans to find a cheap apartment. I had been looking at places online. It wouldn't be glamorous, but it had to be an improvement. I was despondent. Mom became increasingly morose. There was one occasion when I went to the bathroom late at night and I could hear her sobbing in her room. I am ashamed to say that I found this just and appropriate, even though I felt a pang of guilt for the one woman I would always love. I didn't want to be cruel, I just couldn't forget the taste of a fruit so sweet. I would not pretend to be content with a shell of a relationship and I would not torture myself by being around her if I could avoid it. I felt that strongly. 

As the days wore on I became more jaded, more resentful because of what she was depriving both of us. We were losing each other. I was 16 days away from graduating. I didn't know how much longer I would be sticking around at home. I would be out of there in less than three weeks though. 



Chapter 6

I had taken to having dinner in my room. I pretty much stayed exclusively in my room when I was at home. I was away from home as much as I could manage. One evening, the pressure became too much for mom to bear.

I was watching a movie on my computer, eating pasta. And that's when I heard a soft knock at the door. At least I thought I did, I wasn't sure. I turned the volume down on my computer and listened again. Nothing. Then, as I reached for the volume, there was another knock, slightly louder than the first.

"It's open." I said this sarcastically. My door doesn't have a lock on it.

In walked mom. She had started dressing in the provocative manner in which she was accustomed only days after our night time liaison. I think that she wanted things to get back to normal as fast as possible and wanted to set a tone by behaving the way she normally did, which included dressing sexily. Today she was wearing a pine green sweater skirt that went down to her upper thigh. It plunged dramatically in front of her to give a generous view of her ample cleavage. Her bust, hips and waist were well accentuated by the thick black belt she wore around the latter of the three. It hugged her tightly. God, her whole body looked so tight and firm, yet soft and yielding. She had black leather heeled boots on that went up to just below her knee. Despite my new-found resolve, my cock flexed a bit when she walked in.

She looked sheepish and spoke quietly "John? Do you mind if I come in and talk with you for a while?"

I glanced at my clock, it was 10:30 on a Wednesday night. I paused for effect before responding. "Yeah sure, I could spare a couple of minutes."

This lack-lustre response was less than she was hoping for and she walked farther in to my room, her heels clacking on the floor. She stood in the middle of the room and began to speak. Her voice was higher than normal and I could tell she was struggling to keep herself composed.

"John, I just needed to come talk to you. I've missed you these last couple of weeks."

This hurt me unexpectedly. Have you ever had a bad fight with someone you loved and hardened yourself against anything they could say to you? Have they ever surprised and overwhelmed you by saying something sweet and loving that shattered your defenses because you were braced for a harsh comment, but not for a compassionate and pleading one? That is how I felt in that exact moment.

"I want us to go back to the way things were. I want to be your friend again. I love you so much John."

"Then why did you reject me? After I pleasured you and reached a new level of closeness with you, why did you take it all away and break my heart?"

She teared a little. She looked up and blinked the forming tears in to submission. She looked me in the eye. "That's not what I wanted to do baby. I love you so much and you don't understand what this means. We can't have a carnal relationship. It's just not right."

I stood up suddenly. I was frustrated and I'm sure that it came through in my tone. "Mom, I know you're upset about committing incest with me." She winced at that word. I couldn't pretend not to notice.

"Mom, I know you don't like hearing that. I know that you are hung up on the social stigma and your 'responsibility as a parent'." I held up both hands in a peace-sign to make air quotations for the end portion of that statement. "But the reality of the matter is -"

I changed my train of thought as a new approach to expressing myself occurred to me.

"OK, look Mom." I subconsciously started punctuating my words with hand gestures. She looked at me with quivering lips and moist eyes. 

"I understand why you feel bad. I understand why what we did is unsavory to you" I said, intentionally avoiding the 'i' word. "I understand that there are essentially two reasons why a mother and son making love is illegal. The first reason is increased likelihood of genetic abnormalities in potential offspring and the second is the perception that it is unfair for the parent to take advantage of the child."




Getting Mom Ch. 02



Mom nodded slowly as I continued. "The first reason is avoided easily enough, there are many forms of birth control and even post-conception solutions to pregnancy. The second reason is slightly more complicated, but no less insignificant in our situation."

"Mom," I stated flatly looking directly in to her eyes, "in no way, shape or form did you take advantage of me. If anything, I took advantage of you." She looked slightly relieved by that comment. "Having sex with you was the best experience of my life, and I will never regret it. I am sorry if I hurt you, but we would never be having this conversation if I hadn't seized my moment. You would have never consented in the first place. Now that we have already had sex, this is a very different conversation. I am living breathing proof that it was not a harmful experience for me."

"John, sweety, I just..." she said, looking at me with her beautiful green-blue eyes. "You don't know what you're saying. You don't know what long-term affects this could have on you, on us." She was crying now and her voice matched the expression on her face. "This isn't like a normal fling. What if this complicates things too much? I couldn't bear to lose you John. I just couldn't bear it. I am the adult in this situation. I need to be the one who denies us both what we want."

I retorted "No mom, you don't. I know that you're scared that this will ruin our relationship, but it won't. I know exactly what I am asking for here, and I need you to trust me. I need you to A) know that I have acknowledged the potential complications of what I am asking and B) accept the fact that I am mature enough to deal with them – deal with you – as an adult."

A long silence passed as she contemplated what I had said. Mom wasn't sobbing, in fact she was quite composed. But the soft look on her face and the tear lines streaming down her cheeks fanned my many desire. My cock grew harder. I decided to roll the dice. What the hell right? Either she would go for it or she wouldn't, but I refused to regret not trying.

"Mom, I need something here. I need a gesture. You remember when I said 'things will never be the same between us again'. So how will they be from now on?" My brow was furrowed and my voice was rising slightly so as to allude to the anger that I could draw upon if I should so choose. She stood there looking disconsolate. She obviously was at a loss for words so I pushed my advantage.

I let out an exasperated sigh "Look mom" I stated in a gentler, more reasonable tone "I can understand if you don't want to have sex. I think that it's irrational given the fact that we already have. I have never once heard you say that you didn't enjoy it and it's pretty obvious at this point that you're not saying that because you refuse to lie to me. I don't think you can produce a logical reason not to have sex, but the fact of the matter is: if you don't want to for whatever reason, logical or not, it won't be good for you, and that I can at least rap my head around." I raised both my arms and pursed my lips in a shrugging gesture with this last statement.

She looked up at me. She seemed relieved by my understanding and compassion. "Thank you" she barely managed to croak. She then stood there silently, I had heard all of her reasons before and she knew that I could dismiss them categorically without her being able to field any viable counter-arguments. I meant what I said though. You cannot force a flower to blossom. When it is ready, and never before then, it will open for you. I didn't just want sex from mom (although it was certainly high on the list), I wanted to usher in a new era of love with one another.

"But that still leaves me in this state mom" I reached down and grabbed my hard cock through my pant leg. "I badly need a release, and if you don't want to have sex that's fine, but perhaps there are other ways you could help me that would be within your comfort zone? Perhaps you could challenge yourself to be a little open-minded about assisting me with my own masturbation, which I would do on my own anyways?"

Mom continued to say nothing and I could see the internal conflict in her. She had a disappointed and sad look on her face as she began to slowly shake her head. She opened her mouth to say something but I cut her off first.

"Please mom" I said in my most gentle and comforting voice as I stepped towards her. I reached my arms out and put my hands on her triceps. I rubbed her upper arms "it would really mean alot to me." I was staring in to her eyes which were still moist, though no longer teary. She looked down at the ground between us.

Mom and I stood in my room with each other, me holding her by her arms, rubbing them gently. An eternal fifteen seconds passed as I continued to rub her upper arms. I slowly started pulling her in to me. We were standing close to one another and it wasn't long before I felt her massive breasts pressing against my lower chest. I gazed down her deep exposed cleavage line. Mom's boobs expanded outward slightly with the force of my body pressing against them. I extended my rubbing hands to her shoulder blades and upper back. I had begun to hug her lightly when she turned her face, inches from my own and looked back up.

Mom looked up at me with her big round eyes and pouty lips that were shaking slightly. We stared at each other, man and woman, mother and son. She took a deep inhale of breath and released two syllables that I had been waiting all my adult life to hear.

"OK" she said meekly as she looked up at me with an uncertain, somewhat scared, forced smile on her lips.

I was thrilled. I was being given the green light to have her again and there was nothing I wanted more than to tear her clothing off and ravage her like an animal. I knew that isn't what she was consenting to, but I knew that I could do it then and there and I would get away with it. I had weakened her resolve to that point. 

I knew that she just wanted me to both like her and love her so badly. I wanted more from her than I was proposing, and I felt so confident that she wanted it too, but felt some obligatory sense of moral duty to not indulge her baser instincts. 

Even if I thought that she'd have hated every second of it, I wanted to fuck her like she was a bitch in heat.

But I didn't do that. 

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I faced skyward so as to not exhale directly in to my mom's face; I calmed myself. I looked down at her, her face still showed uncertainty and... What else? Fright I think? A little bit, I was pretty sure.

I didn't want to hurt this wonderful woman. It was never my intent from the get go. I had taken advantage of her drunken state before, but she enjoyed it as much as I, and with twice as many orgasms. I was being given an opportunity here to build upon what we – mostly I – had started. I was going to play the long game and treat this amazing woman the way she deserved.

"Mom" I crooned to her, entranced by the subtle green flecks against the blue canvas of her irises, "I love you so much."

She melted. I could feel the tension in her body release and I was holding most of her weight as she draped herself on to my body. A tear rolled down her cheek. It was like a massive burden she had been carrying had been lifted and she was completely relieved.

"Oh John" she pouted, "I love you too. You have to understand baby that I do want you too, but this could ruin everything. I'm your mother for god sakes" she whined with a quivering voice "I love you so much and I don't ever want to lose you honey. I will help you to ejaculate, but I can't let you have sex with me."

"Ok Mom. I love you" I whispered to her as I lifted one of my hands to the back of her neck and the base of her skull. I kissed her gently on the lips.

She tensed slightly. I could tell that she would require a little bit of buttering up and that I was going to have to take most of the initiative in this situation. That was fine by me. The last five minutes had yielded more progress than the entire two weeks preceding it.

I released her lips from mine but still held her in my arms. I loved looking in to her eyes when we were so close to one another. I smiled down at her and she returned my smile hesitantly, still obviously conflicted.

I took her by the hand and started leading her out of my room and towards her bedroom. I took her out in to the hallway. I released her hand and gestured for her to go first. I was a couple of steps behind her with my eyes glued to the sway of her hips and her shapely ass. The sweater skirt she was wearing really did look good on her. The heeled boots making her ass jut out in to prominence and the belt above it really showed off her curves. I was mesmerized by the sway of her hips as her ass swung back and forth with each step down the hallway. I was going to be fondling that ass very shortly. I could barely contain myself to wait. I stuck my hands in my pockets. It was all I could do to not reach out and cup it then and there.

I opened the door to her room and led my lady in. I closed the door behind me. When I turned to face her she was standing in the middle of the room. She was skittish and unsure, like a newborn colt finding her footing for the first time. I moved to her and placed my hands in the small of her back, just above where her well shaped apple bottom began to curve outward.

She spoke softly "Ok, well you have me here. What would you like me to do? Do you want me to give you a hand job?"

I knew I had to build up slowly, 'don't demand too much too soon' I told myself. "Ok mom. That sounds great. But first, could I see you without your shirt on?" She looked ill at ease with this comment so I continued "you can keep your bra on, I just want to see the shape of your body. It's sooo sexy." I let my voice betray my lust with this last comment.

She looked down at the sweater skirt she was wearing. "John, I can't take off my top without taking off my skirt with it, it's the same article of clothing."

"Well, that's Ok. It will help stimulate me visually. It's Ok mom." I rubbed her back soothingly.

Apparently she decided it wasn't a big deal for me to see her in her underwear. After all, she had already agreed to giving me a hand job. She didn't say anything as she started undoing the large belt buckle around her belly. She let it fall to the floor.

"Put your arms up and I'll help you mom."

She didn't look at me as she reached for the sky. My hands went in the other direction as I reached for the hem of her skirt. I felt my fingertips brush the smooth skin of her bare thighs. I lifted slowly. It wasn't long before I saw her black panties and full, but firm hips. I looked over her shoulder and saw the top of her ass sticking out, the panties hugging it's confident shape. Fuck, I still remember that so clearly. Her ass and tits were just phenomenal, really beyond description. I looked back to the front of her and saw a slight camel-toe indent covering her sex. 

I continued lifting and exposed her navel. I could see her pelvic bones below it. Further I lifted her skirt sweater and my fingertips caught on the underside of her black bra. I saw the round mounds of her brazier. I gazed hungrily at the tops of her fleshy breasts as I exposed them. I lifted her sweater over her neck and up over her face. For a brief moment I drank in her vulnerable form. Her face was covered by the sweater I was lifting and I could see her before me. Her white skin contrasted with her black bra and underwear. Her full hour glass figure advertising the perfect specimen of a woman she was.

I lifted the sweater over her head and she dropped her arms and took it off completely. She was still wearing her calf-high black leather heeled boots.

"Mom, you are so beautiful. You have the most amazing body that I have ever seen. Thank you for being here right now. Thank you for doing this." She smiled at me, this time showing more confidence.

I put my hands on her hips and slowly moved them around her so that I had an ass cheek in each hand. She seemed a little uncomfortable with this but I held my ground. I kissed her gently on the lips and she didn't resist. I continued kissing her and squeezed gently. My fingers sunk in to her flesh. I kissed her a little bit harder and gently licked her upper lip. She kissed me back a little but didn't open her mouth to my requesting tongue. I squeezed her ass a little bit harder and had a firm grip on it. I spread her ass cheeks a bit and kneaded them up and down. Her underwear must have sunk in to her ass crack. She didn't resist once.

We made out like this for a bit, standing. Her firm, fat ass felt so good in my hands. At some point she put her arm on my shoulders and slumped towards me. I started probing her lips with my tongue more insistently and slowly, eventually, she opened her mouth a little bit. I gently moved my tongue in to her mouth and softly glance her tongue. I could tell she was getting in to it. After only a few moments, she started caressing her tongue lightly against mine. She was still unsure of herself, but her confidence was obviously bolstered by my uncensored infatuation. Mom was getting more in to it. I subconsciously started dry humping her a bit. I was really horny now. I could feel her alternating her weight on each leg and could tell she would have been more comfortable lying down.

With one hand I reached up and stroked the back of her head and held it firmly in place. I broke away from our kiss. When I opened my eyes I looked at her face to see her eyes were still closed. My one hand still squeezing her ass, the other resting on the base of her skull, I looked at her unabashedly. Her eyes slowly opened. Her long eye lashes exaggerated the appeal of her eyes, which now looked glassy and far off.

"I want to let you lie down now" I whispered to her. She took a moment to process this statement and nodded dumbly without reservation. I was exuberant with how thoroughly she seemed to be enjoying herself. I led her to the bed, turned her around, and pushed her shoulders gently so that she was sitting in front of me. I was standing very close to her between her open legs. She was looking up at me.

I started rubbing my hands on her bare shoulders and down her back. I leaned over and kissed her fully on the mouth, our tongues finding each other. I stood back up with her hands in mine and put them on my waistline. Her eyes focussed a bit and I could tell that she had regained some of her composure with this gesture. I fluidly took off my shirt and undid my belt.

Mom was staring at my crotch with an enthralled look on her face when I started undoing the top button on my jeans. Neither of us said anything and I decided to do this part slowly, watching her eyes never leave my groin. I undid my zipper just as slowly. Her full, sultry lips parted slightly. I dropped my jeans around my ankles, but mom's hands stayed on my waist. 

I saw the surprise in her eyes as my cock bounded up against my cotton boxers, it was very close to her face. I waited patiently, my instinct telling me to get naked, my rational mind telling me to give her a chance to get impatient and want it.

I was about to start lowering my boxers, when mom did the honours. She carefully pulled downward and exposed my throbbing cock that was completely erect. I emphasized it by flexing it, making it bounce a little in front of her without so much as moving my hips.

She seemed completely mesmerized by it. I could clearly see that she was made both unsure and thrilled by what was going on. As I've mentioned before, I am well endowed at 8 inches. I do not say this to brag, but I have seen this reaction on other women's (girl's really) faces before. Later on, mom would tell me that dad was similarly fortunate. I finished lowering my boxers and kicked them, and my pants away from my feet. My cock swayed with this motion. I told her "Touch it."

She looked up at me with surprise. It was as if she somehow forgot I was even there. I prompted her again. "Go on mom, hold it in your hands." I held my breath. This was pivotal moment.

She looked back down at my fully erect member. She slowly, agonizingly slowly, raised her right hand. It moved closer and closer. It was almost there. And suddenly: gratification. She palmed my shaft near the base and wrapped her silky smooth fingers around it. I shuddered perceptibly. She raised her other hand and did the same further along, towards the head. 

She had done it. Whatever happened from that moment on, she had chosen to take my rock hard cock into her welcoming hands in a sexual manner. She started moving her hands back and forth rhythmically, gently. It felt amazing.

Mom was leaning forward with all her attention focussed on her task at hand. I was staring down at her deep cleavage line. Her giant breasts jiggled very sexily as she jerked me off. I dropped a hand and moved it across the front of her bra-covered tit. I reached under it and lifted it, changing the form and making it bulge upward fantastically. She still didn't say anything, probably because she knew it would get me off faster. I rubbed the bottom of her breast as I held it upward against gravity.

She started to rub harder and a little bit rougher. To be completely honest, mom was a little bit out of practice. She had only ever done this for one man, and not very often. I figured she hadn't given many hand jobs in her life. She was squeezing a little bit too tight and chafing my dick a little. It started to hurt. I winced and sucked in air through closed teeth and open lips.

Mom looked up with her big round eyes and saw the expression on my face. She looked worried when she asked "What's wrong?" I could tell from the look on her face that she was feeling insecure about my reaction.

In my humble experience, most women have an inherent need to feel sexually capable and able to please a man. It makes a lot of sense from an anthropological perspective. Men get off relatively easily. In order for a woman to have a child, she must be able to make a man orgasm. Therefore, it is reasonable to think that women who had an instinct compelling them to make their mate ejaculate, would have become pregnant more often and passed on that gene to more children. I didn't realize it at the time, but I have since come to suspect that I tapped in to that particular primal instinct at that moment.

"It's no big deal mom, but you're kind of rubbing it a little bit hard." She looked dejected. I followed reassuringly with "It's ok mom. I still really appreciate you trying. That means a lot." She still looked disappointed and down on herself. 

"Your father also didn't really like when I gave him hand jobs either" she said glumly. "I only ever tried to give him a few. They never seemed to work." She was upset by this. She then quickly followed up with "but I was good at other things, really I was."

"Oh? Like what?" I asked her, hoping for a demonstration more than an explanation.

"Subtle John" she rolled her eyes and smiled a little. This was a really good sign. She was having an open and frank conversation with me while still jerking me off. She had loosened her grip slightly and it started to feel a lot better. "I agreed to a hand job and that is what you're going to get."

"Well you can't blame a guy for trying" I smiled back.

"How does this feel now?"

"A lot better. If you were to lube it up a bit it would be even better."

She looked over her shoulder towards her nightstand. "I have some lotion."

"No. I've used lotion before and I find that it doesn't work well for this. Trust me, I'm very experienced."

She laughed and shook her head. Her face looked beautiful when she smiled. "Well what do you normally do?"

"Welllll, normally I would just spit on my hand, but I know that you probably don't want to spit."




Getting Mom Ch. 1



I have always wanted to fuck my mother. My incest infatuation has always been an obsession really. Maybe it is because my father died when I was young and this made me grow especially close to her. Earlier this year when I turned 18 I came to the realization that my desires towards my mother ran much deeper than just wanting to make love to her. I wanted to be her lover. I wanted to make her my life companion. 

I came to this conclusion when she and I were watching TV one night. Denise, my mother, I should mention is fairly good looking 40 year old woman. The best way to describe her is she looks like Leeza Gibbons but with red hair, ten extra pounds, and she has size C breasts. She is by no means gorgeous because she carries the extra pounds in her ass but I an ass with some extra padding. 

Any way, back to the story. We were watching TV and the program was about older women having children and she said,

"I wish I would meet someone and get married and have some more kids."

And that's when it hit me. The reason all of my attempts to satisfy my urge to have sex with my mother by outside means had failed was because I had the deep Freudians need to impregnate her and have her as my wife. That night I tried to shake the thought but it was true. I was fooling myself when I had affairs with older women. My French teacher, a woman I met at the country club. They both were attractive but could not fill the need I had to have my mother as my lover and be the mother to my children. 

My mind was made up and the next few days it was if a weight was lifted from me. I had accepted my inner need to have my mother and now I set about the path to getting her. 

I knew that getting my mother to become my lover would be very difficult but I had a detailed plan. The first part would be to use my ex girlfriend Sue as an excuse to perform oral sex on my mother. It sounds outrageous but I knew it would work. After I eat her pussy I would then fuck her brains out I would force my self on her if she does not want me to fuck her and she would not. I would video tape the whole thing then blackmail her into moving to Arizona with me and become the mother of my children. She could not fight the blackmail because it would be my word against hers and therefore I would have her teaching career in my hands. I knew my mother and she would give in. 

- Part 2: The Plan in Action -

The day had arrived and everything was set. The video camera was set up behind a two way mirror I put in her bedroom when I began to put it all in motion. 

After diner I asked mom if I could take to her about something very personal. "Sure John. You know you can tell me anything."

"Mom it is about sex and I know that you are not comfortable with that."

"Look John I am no prude just relax."

"Mom you remember Sue and the reason I said I broke it off with her?"

"Yes John, you said she was cheating on you. That was too bad I really liked her."

I then began to turn on the tears and tell my brilliant lie. 

"Mom that is not the whole story. The reason she said she cheated on me was she said I was totally clueless in bed."

"John ant girl that says that you don't need."

"But mom she was right. That's why I am coming to you. Please show how to please a woman. At least show me how to eat pussy. I mean perform oral sex." I was by this point in total tears. I must say my acting deserved an Oscar. 

"I don't know. I am your mother I couldn't it is wrong. I could get a friend."

"No, I want you mom. You are the only woman I trust."

She came over to me and gave me long hug and put my head on her chest. I breathed in her perfume and looked in her eyes and knew the plan had worked. She kissed me on the forehead and said,

"Give me a little while to think about it."

"Sure."

She left my room but about 20 minutes later she knocked on the door and gave the answer that she did not know at the time was going to make her my lover forever. She came in and sat next to me put one hand on my knee and gently stroked my hair as she spoke. She spoke softly almost wanting no one else to her us. 

"I will do this but only on two conditions. First you tell no one. And second, you do exactly as I say. Agreed?"

"Of course."

"Come to my room in five minutes."

She got up and left. I was no in state of almost uncontrollable sexual arousal. I knew what I had to do. Masturbate. I had to have a clear head to execute my plan. I could not work while having the uncontrollable desire to fuck Denise. I quickly grabbed a sock and stripped down to my boxers. I pulled out my 6 and half inch penis and put the sock on it. I took hold of the throbbing cock and began furiously wanking myself. This was not for pleasure but release. I was jerking so hard and fast I could hear my fist slap against my balls. I was in a fever. My heart was racing, my breathing short and then I erupted. I let out a groan as I spewed what seemed like buckets of cum into the sock. I then composed myself and got up to go to my mother's room and change our lives forever. 

To Be Continued...



Getting Mom Ch. 2



Please read part one so you can fully enjoy this story. Any response is welcome!

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I entered my mother's room and saw her standing by her bed. She was my dark fantasy about to be realized. She was wearing only a black bra and panties. She had let her long curly red hair hang down on her pale white shoulders. As I stared at her my flaccid cock stirred as I inhaled her beauty. Denise's body has held up well for a forty year old. Her C cup breasts do not sag and she only has about ten extra pounds in the middle. Age has affected her ass but that is to me her best feature. I call her ass a full ass. Her cellulite makes it sag at each end but I love the softness of a middle aged woman's butt and could hardly wait to have it! She motioned to me to come towards her. As I sat next to her she stroked my hair and spoke softly. 

"I will help you John, just relax. This is how you kiss a woman."

She leaned in and kissed me. Slow and long. I forced my tongue into her mouth when she pulled away. 

"No. Don't force your way in, John. Slow. Like this."

She then started to kiss me again. Slow with no tongue then she slowly let her tongue find its way into my mouth. It wasn't sloppy infact it was the most incredible kiss I have ever had. After about 5 minutes of making out she broke away and laid on her back. 

" Now John. Take off my panties. "

As I did so I saw the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen and the last I would ever have. It had thick full lips and was covered by thick red hair. Alot of hair. This was fine because I love pubic hair. I love its taste and feel. 

"Ok John show me how you eat pussy. And I will help you improve. "

She sounded like a school teacher. I am experienced in pussy eating but wanted my mother to guide me so I dove right in and began licking her pussy. I licked the hair and lips but did not let my tongue into her cunt. After a while she stopped me. She grabbed my head And told me how to do it. 

"John, You have to force your tongue into my pussy."

I did what I was told she then guided me to her clit. Her pussy had a clean smell and a tangy taste. stronger then any one I had tasted before. 

"John find my clit. Yes, right there. Now Suck it Ooooh Goood. Hard baby. Lick the Ohhh God."

My mother was now thrashing about. She thrust her pussy in my face by lifting her pelvis in the air. I then spread her cunt with my fingers to gain full access. As I worked feverishly my mother closed her eyes and prepared to orgasm. I quickly threw off my boxers and prepared to enter my mothers throbbing cunt. I knew she would fight me. Denise letting her son eat her pussy was one thing but fucking was out off the question. Even though my plan was working and the video was rolling I did not know if I could rape me mother. I quickly jumped on top of her and entered her cunt. It took her a moment to react because she was so close to orgasm. 

"No John. I am your mother! Stop right no. You said you would do as I said. Stop. No! Please John this..."

She was in tears now, thrashing on the bed. I said nothing as I fucked the woman you gave me life. I fucked hard and fast. It did not take long before I was close to coming. 

"John don't come inside. Aaaah!"

And then we both moaned as I exploded my cum into my mother. I rolled over and fell asleep knowing my plan and dreams were almost complete. 

--The Next Day -

I woke up and Denise was gone. I call her Denise because my mother is gone and all that is left is my lover. I got the video tape and everything worked. I made copies. Now I waited for my mother to return. When she came home she seemed very come. 

"John how could you. Did you get carried away? Why couldn't you stop. What if I get pregnant?"

That is when I dropped the bomb. 

"That is the goal Denise. From now on we are lovers. You will resign from school tomorrow and we will move to Washington."

"You are fucking insane. What has happened to you. You need therapy. You are sick."

"Not as sick as a woman you fucks her own son. It's on tape and this will get you fired and put in jail. And don't think I wouldn't send you to jail. If I can't have you. No one will."

I played the tape and Denise just sat down on the sofa in silence. 

"Denise I will give you one chance to change my mind."

"What, Now at least you are talking sense."

"Denise my condition is this If I fuck you right now and you come we move away and become husband and wife and if you don't orgasm I give you the tape."

"No problem John let's go right now then tomorrow you get therapy."

She followed me to her room and she quickly stripped down to nothing and laid on the bed. 

"Come on you don't have a prayer. Just make sure you pull out."

"Agreed."

I had a plan as usual. I began licking her cunt in a way that made her laugh and think I had no chance of winning. She laughed at me but she relaxed and let down her guard. I then moved in. I stuck my finger in her cunt and gently massaged her clit. I then swallowed her entire clit. I knew how to push her buttons and she was suddenly wet. Her breathing became short. 

"Oh Denise likes it. Doesn't she."

"So what! You will have to do better then that."

She bit her lip and closed her eyes. I am sure she was fighting it in her mind but her body was betraying her. I then moved in to finish the job and Denise surprised me. Even though I knew I could seduce her. When she gave in I unleashed an animal. 

"You disgust me fucking your own mother. Come on give it to me you sick shiiiit."

"Why are you wet Denise. and breathing heavy. My cock feels nice in your cunt doesn't it"

"You will have to fuck my harder then this. Ohhhh GOD FUCK ME! NO I..."

"THE BITCH WANTS IT!"

I then grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her close and forced my tongue down her throat. She welcomed it and returned the favor. I was fucking away and totally entranced by her sweaty tits. They were white and soft with the largest nipples I have every seen. My balls were ready to explode when I felt Denise's body betray her mind. "Yes!Argggh."

Her body spasmed as she climaxed. Knowing I had won I had to give Denise her final humiliation. I pulled my cock out of her then began wanking it right in front of her face. I exploded shooting my seed all over her face. I then grabbed her and shoved my still hard cock in her mouth. She got the last few loads and swallowed like the whore I made her. As we laid in bed she was silent for awhile. 

"John you win but you will not want me when I am 60. I will fuck you any time but no kids ok."

"Denise I love you. I want only you to be my lover and the mother of my children. You want kids and I want you."

She smiled and we kissed. That was five years ago. We have two kids. I love her now more then ever. My lover Denise just happened to be my mother.



Getting Mom Interested Ch. 01



All characters are fictional and 18 years or older.

I would like to thank woodlands1946 for taking the time to review my story 

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It was my freshman year in college when my life changed with my mother. I was 20 years old, and found out I craved my mother. But it was really her fault it happened - at least that's what I tell myself. It all started one night when my girlfriend Becky was over. It was late and my parents had gone up to bed, leaving me and Becky downstairs on the couch. 

I've dated Becky since the beginning of college. We met in a science class and hit it right off. As it turns out, Becky likes sex as much as I do. To tell you the truth, I don't know who is kinkier. After we were sure my parents were asleep, we fooled around on the couch, doing nothing special - just some petting and kissing.

Becky was the first to break the kiss and whispered to me. "Tommy, do you have any porn we could watch?"

"What? Are you crazy? My parents are right upstairs!"

"Shhh." she said "That just makes it more exciting."

My semi-hardon went to a full throbber listening to my girlfriend. I didn't have any movies per se in the house, but there was always the internet. I went quietly to my room and grabbed my laptop. Hooking up the video port to the TV, I scanned for a porn site on the PC. I quickly found a site that streamed videos and picked a couple to watch.

The sexy movie soon began to affect both of us. As Becky settled in closer to me, she rubbed her hand over my crotch. I worked my hand between her legs and brushed against the material covering her mound. 

This was so very erotic, but scary at the same time, not knowing what my parents would do if they caught us like this. My ears listened to every noise, and my eyes glanced at a mirror that viewed the stair landing. I figured I would see a light come on, if one of them happened to come down and investigate.

By the second movie we were really hot and into each other. Our hands were in each other's pants and we were panting like dogs. My fingers dabbled with her pussy and clit, while she jerked my dick up and down. In my excitement, I forgot all about watching the mirror. My eyes were glued to the screen, and I watched a stud with a 10 inch cock bang the shit out of a drop dead gorgeous blonde. I felt my sperm building from the pleasure Becky was giving me, and slipped my fingers into her wet pussy. Just as I felt I was ready to cum I caught a movement in the mirror. As I peered into the darkened reflection, I felt my heart stop. There was my mother sitting on the landing in her red satin robe.

I wasn't sure if she was watching us or the sex act that played on the family tube, but she was watching, just the same. I didn't know what to do. Should we stop what we were doing and quickly tell Mom we were sorry? My mind was in a panic. As I watched Mom, she didn't move, but just sat there and watched. I began to feel erotic excitement again. This was definitely something new and exciting. Then I felt my cock begin to boil as the lust rushed in my veins. My mom seeing us this way was doing something to me I had never felt before.

"Oh..Shit!.." I groaned as my cum started to squirt. I closed my eyes and pushed my cock deeper into Becky's palm. My fingers stiffened as they stabbed into her wet, swollen pussy. Then I felt Becky rock on my hand, and her cunt gripped my fingers.

"Oh.. Oh..Yes..I'm cumming to!" She said, as her pussy gripped my fingers. As we both came back down from our mutual climax, I slowly opened my eyes and shifted my vision to the mirror. Mom was gone.

I turned off the laptop and, even though my pants were drench with cum, we necked some more. I wasn't sure if I should tell Becky about Mom or not. I didn't know how she would respond to what I had seen, or what she would think about me for not telling her when I noticed Mom. I decided to keep it to myself. 

After I walked Becky home, I returned to the family room and unhooked the cables from the TV and grabbed the laptop. As quietly as I could, I crept to my room. Then I just laid there thinking over and over again how exciting the evening was. Would it ever happen again? I found myself wishing for it.

The following weekend I was more prepared. I download some very hot porn and saved it on the laptop. I wasn't sure how Becky felt about girl/girl stuff, but I figured this was the best way to find out. Again, at around 11 o'clock, Mom and Dad went up to bed. I told Becky I had gotten some new videos for us, and she seemed happy about it. We waited about an hour and I pulled my laptop out from under the sofa to set everything up again. Then I turned off all the lights and settled in next to Becky.

The first video we watched was your typical boy/girl theme with lots of sucking, licking and fucking. It was nothing too raunchy. I kept looking at the mirror for any sign of Mom, but there was none. Then I felt a bit shaky as the second video started, keeping my eyes on Becky to see how she would react. I opened her jeans and slid my fingers between her legs as two girls began to make out. Becky's eyes widened, and I felt her getting moist. I wasn't sure if it was from my tickling her clit or from what she was seeing on the screen.

"You guys like this stuff don't you?" Becky said.

"Don't you? I thought all girls have a little lesbian in them. At least that's what I heard."

"Who told you that?" Becky responded.

"Just the guys."

"Well I don't know about that" she said. "I mean, I never wanted to lick any of my girlfriend's pussies."

"C'mon...never?" I said "You never thought what it might be like to have a girl work her tongue around your mound? Or lick all your juices while you pushed her head down and rubbed your pussy against her face?" She paused for a moment then, and just watched the screen as the two women rubbed one another's breast with their hands.

"Well.. I said I didn't want to do that to another girl but I didn't say what it might be like to have it done to me." Becky said, as she unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. I was so engrossed with our lesbian talk I missed what I was waiting for. Mom had appeared again, sitting quietly on the landing in her robe.

I felt my dick jump in Becky's hand, as the rush of excitement grew. Knowing Mom was again present, watching from a distance, really affected me. I felt my dark side emerging, wanting to take more chances. The thought of Mom watching, made me lustful, and I wanted to step it up from the time before. As the girls kissed and fingered one another, I worked my fingers into Becky. 

In a voice I felt would travel to the stairs, I began some erotic talk. "So... why don't you imagine that the girl on the screen is doing this to you?" I said as I moved my fingers in sync with the girls. Look at her face. She's enjoying it. She's going to make her girlfriend cum on her hand."

"Ohh.. Tommy."

"Shhh.. There's no Tommy here" I said as I pulled her hand away from my dick, "There's just us girls." Her eyes were glued to the screen as the girls explored their bodies. I shifted my eyes back and forth from the screen to the mirror. Mom seemed to be also engrossed, but I couldn't tell from what. Then I caught her move. Her robe had opened slightly, and the flesh between her breasts became visible. Mom had her hand in her robe, and she was rubbing her tits!

I tugged at Becky's shirt, pulling it up until her luscious globes were staring at me. My naughty girlfriend wasn't wearing a bra, and it added to the sexual tension that filled the air. I lowered my head down and sucked her soft nipple into my mouth.

"Ohh..." Was all she could say.

The girls were really getting into it now. One was at the other's pussy lapping away. The other girl was moaning loudly, holding the girls head to her pussy and grinding her box into her face. I eased Becky's jeans down and slid to her mound. I knew I couldn't see Mom from there, but I was sure if she was watching us, she would know what I was doing.

Pushing my head between Becky's legs, I began to lick her folds. Her hands went to my head, and she was guiding me towards her clit as her hips twitched up and down. I worked my tongue in and began to toy with her little bud. My cock had never felt so hard before. Her pussy was drenched and she just kept getting wetter and wetter. I could hear the girls on the TV loudly moaning and grunting as one announced she was cumming. The other girl egged her on, yelling "Cum for me! Cum for me!"

Becky ground her pussy to my face, and I dug my tongue deep into her soaked snatch. "Oh..Oh..Yes.. That's it.. I'm cumming!!!" She said as her body quivered out of control. I sucked and sucked, trying to get all her juices. I had never felt her so wet. Her body convulsed on my face as she pulled me tightly to her mound. I almost couldn't breathe. She was smothering me with her pussy.

I had to pull myself away, and I fell backwards catching myself with my hands behind me. I looked up at Becky and was just in time to see my mother's leg disappear up the stairs. I looked into Becky's half open eyes, and they seemed glassy. She had a contented look on her face as she called me back to her.

I crawled over and up her body, and we wildly kissed. Her hand snaked down my body again as she began stroking my dick. It was her turn to get me excited like never before. "Tommy..That was fantastic. It was like you were the girl doing me. I was so fucking hot."

"Yes I could tell."

"Did that excite you?" she said as she gripped my dick.

"Yes it did."

"Would you like to see me getting eaten by another girl?" I was flabbergasted. I didn't know how to respond to that question, but my dick did. Becky went on, "Oh.. You're so fucking hard now. I guess you do. You want to see me cum on a girls face don't you?" she said as she worked harder on my steel rod. "Tell me truthfully Tommy."

"Yessss..." was all I could say, as I felt the load building in my cock.

"So... just me getting licked to an orgasm? Or me doing a girl."

"B..B..Both. Ohh.." I said as the vision of Becky doing a girl filled my brain.

"You want to see me kissing her and feeling her breasts, as I slowly inch my way down her body, kissing my way down to her thighs and running my tongue over her mound?" she said working faster on my cock.

"Ohh.. Ohh.. Yess."

"Then you want to see me lick her clit and pull her ass to my face, digging my tongue deep into her wet pussy until she's cumming hard in my mouth." she said, as she jerked my dick faster and harder.

"Oh..God.. Oh..Yess. Yess. Oh..Fuck her with your face honey!!" I said as my cum jetted out of my cock and all over Becky. I had never cum so hard. Between knowing Mom had been watching us, and Becky's lesbian talk, I wanted more. My body quivered as the last of my sperm slipped through Becky's fingers.

"Oh..God Becky that was so hot." I said as I tried to regain my composure.

Becky slipped her top back on and helped me to my feet. With my dick still exposed, we embraced one another and again passionately kissed. "I think that's enough for tonight Stud, but it was definitely a thrill."

"Yes I thought so too." I said as I tucked my dick away and zipped up.

"I'm looking forward to next weekend already." Becky said as we made our way to the front door.

I walked her to her house and gave her a goodnight kiss. Taking my time getting home, I relived the night's experience. I was getting hooked on what was happening, and I wanted more.

The next morning at breakfast I stumbled into the dining room. Both of my parents were already there enjoying their Saturday morning, and I lowered my tired body into a chair, propping my head into my hands.

"Late night honey?" Mom asked.

"Umm. Yea, me and Becky lost track of time, it was around 1 that I walked her home."

"I hope her parents aren't too upset with you getting her home so late. I know both of you are adults now, but take it from a parent - we still worry."

"Yeah... I can see that Mom. I'll have to pay more attention to the time."

"You want me to fix you some breakfast?" Mom asked.

"No. I'll go make myself something. You enjoy your time with Dad."

"Thanks son." Dad said as he looked up from his paper.

"I didn't hear you at all downstairs last night." Dad said as I began to get up and head to the kitchen.

"How could you with all that snoring you did." Mom replied. "It happens every time you take those sleeping pills."

"I'm sorry dear, did I keep you awake?"

"Let's just say it wasn't easy to rest." Mom said. "Are you going to take those things every night?"

"I've been only taking them on the weekends to help me get some rest. You know how much stress I've been having at work."

"Yes I know but you're not the only person it's affecting."

"I'm sorry honey. I know I've been neglecting........" Dad said, but stopped when he noticed I was still present in the room. "You know... I'll make it up to you."

"I'm going to hold you to that." Mom said

So Dad's been neglecting Mom as well as keeping her awake with his snoring. Now some things are making sense. Between Dad's snoring, and Mom not getting needed attention, she was obviously restless. She must have heard us downstairs and come down to chat. Then she had seen the TV on and what Becky and I were doing. I'm sure it had begun to strongly affect her. I kept trying to put it all together as I made some scrambled eggs on the stove. I didn't hear Mom approaching behind me until I felt her touch my shoulder. It startled me.

"Oh..Sorry honey. I didn't mean to scare you." Mom said

"That's ok Mom. I was just lost in thought."

"About what?"

"Just..Becky and stuff." I said, even though it was a lie.

"You really like this girl, don't you?"

"Yea. I think I do. She's different than other girls I dated."

"Well. I like her also." Mom said.

"So Mom, how long has Dad been stressed at work."

"Ahhh." Mom sighed. "For too long now. Ever since they gave him that promotion at work he's not been himself. Every night he tosses and turns. Then he takes those dam pills to help him sleep and... Well, it just becomes unbearable to be in the same bed with him."

"Mom you must be over-tired yourself." I said very concerned.

"Yes. It's taking its toll, but don't you worry honey, I'll manage."

"That's nonsense Mom. Listen since me and Becky keep late hours on the weekends, I'll crash down stairs on the couch. You can sleep in my bed when Dad becomes unbearable." Mom appeared to be thinking that over.

"Thanks honey, that's so sweet of you to offer. But the truth is, it's been so long since I slept by myself I don't think I could."

"Well, you can try it and see Mom."

"Maybe." was all Mom said.

As the next week passed by, I again went surfing for erotic porn. I wanted something different than the same old stuff after seeing how the lesbian stuff affected Becky and I. I download a bunch of three way stuff. Maybe I was being selfish since the videos were all two girls and a guy. 

I then prepared everything in the family room, hiding my laptop and cables. I heard Mom approaching from the kitchen, and I turned on the TV, sitting down as if I was watching.

"So. Are you and Becky spending Friday night over here again?" Mom asked.

"I think so, Mom. Did you think about what we talked about?"

"You mean about me sleeping in your room?"

"Yes." I said. Mom again paused, this time seeming like she was really thinking it over.

"If it's alright with you, I think I would like to give it a try."

"No problem at all Mom." I answered cheerfully.

"I'll tell your father tonight what we talked about, even though he'll never miss me once he's out. I swear the house can burn down once he takes those pills."

I could see the frustration in my mother's eyes. I felt myself wanting to reach out and give her a hug, but she walked out before I could manage it. I watched her as she walked away leaving me feeling like a heel for getting excited by her being in the room with Becky and I. 

By Friday night I still felt bad for Mom. I had mixed emotions about watching or starting anything with Becky. I felt like it must be torture for Mom to sit there and watch us, or the TV, or both - I still wasn't sure which. So when my parents headed upstairs I whispered to Becky, "No videos tonight."

"Why not?" she asked.

"I.. I think they might have heard us last weekend."

"Wow...You think they were listening to us?"

"I'm not sure, but I got the feeling they did."

"Oh..Tommy how hot is that."

"What?"

"C'mon, doesn't that get you turned on thinking your parents might be listening to us down here? How voyeuristic is that - your parents wanting to listen to their son have sex?" She was getting me turned on. I felt my dick springing to life.

"Oh, I see it is affecting you. Your cock is bulging." Becky said, as she rubbed my hardness through my pants. My shameful feelings were leaving as the lust returned. We kissed and fondled each other for another hour. For the first time, I was able to hear my Dad snoring upstairs. I moved away from Becky and proceeded to setup for our main event.

Hitting play on the laptop, the first movie began. Becky quickly noticed the characters. Two sexy, young blondes in their early 20's and a muscular dark haired guy.

"Wow.. Is this another fantasy of yours Tommy? Do you want to have two girls doing you?"

"Well, I think that's every guy's fantasy, not just mine."

"You guys are just so naughty." Becky said, as she laid her head on my shoulder and rubbed her hand over my crotch. I petted her pussy with my hand and could feel the heat building through her pants. The movie intensified, but it wasn't that exciting to either of us. Even though it was two girls sucking this stud, or one licking a pussy while the other was fucked by the guy, it still seemed mediocre. I looked over at the mirror, and didn't see Mom. For some reason, I felt happy about that.

As the second movie was about to begin, I heard a faint sound from behind us. I shifted my eyes and sure enough there was Mom in her robe just about to sit down on the landing. I watched as the movie played and was shocked by the characters. There were two girls and a guy, but they were all family members! It was a Mother, her son and daughter! I had never thought to watch the video beforehand. It never even dawned on me that such videos were out there.

"Oh..Fuck..Tommy." Becky said.

"I'm sorry I..I didn't know that this video was of incest."

"It's Okay.. I.. never saw one before either. Let's just watch and see what happens."

I glanced at the mirror and felt my face go flush. Despite the distance, it seemed like I was watching the incest movie with Mom. It didn't take long before the daughter was making out with her mom, as the son jerked his dick while watching them.

"Oh.. a lesbian mom and daughter." I heard Becky say.

"So is that it? You want to see me with my mom?" Becky said, as she worked my dick out of my pants.

"Nnno... I had no idea this video was about family sex." I said, keeping an eye on Mom in the mirror.

Unlike the first movie, this one really affected Becky. I could tell she was getting aroused by it, although I wasn't as willing. I found myself in turmoil. Mom was there, but unlike the previous times, I was uncomfortable with this subject. It was just to taboo for me, but Becky always found a way to get me going.

"Tell me Tommy. Tell me you wouldn't want to see me doing my Mom while you watch." Becky said, as she clutched my cock in her hand. She was getting me excited with her talk again. I found myself picturing Becky with her very attractive mother. It made my dick grow harder as I became more relaxed, and found myself watching more of the video and less of my mother.




Getting Mom Interested Ch. 01



"Mmm..C'mon Tommy. You can tell me." Becky persisted. 

"Yes. I would like to you see between your mom's legs." I finally admitted.

We watched the action on the TV as the camera zoomed to the son stroking his massive rod. "I bet my Mom would be drenched if she saw you jerking your cock like that in front of her. I can almost taste her on my tongue."

My dick was rock hard hearing Becky say that. I played with her jeans until they opened, and slid my hand down to her mound. She was already soaking wet. I worked a finger into her, but Becky pulled at my hand.

"Easy there Tommy. I want to enjoy this. Take your time and watch the movie." she said as she slowly stroked my pole. 

The daughter went between her mother's legs now, and her mom was moaning in delight. Then the mother summoned her son over to her and took over stroking his cock.

"Oh.. look at her go.. she wants her son's cock." Becky said as she tightened her grip on my dick. I looked at the mirror, and my mouth parted. Mom again had her hand inside her robe working on her breast. But this time her breasts were visible to me. I was able to see her kneading her globes, and I was getting extremely excited by all this.

I looked back at the movie just in time to see the mother take her son's dick into her mouth. The boy moaned and coached his mother on. "Oh, Mom. You suck so good! Take it Mom. Take your son's cock." the boy said as he pushed his mother down on his rod.

Becky then bent her head down and I was able to feel her breath hovering over my dick. I felt her wet lips part and my cock slipped into her warm mouth.

"Oh..God..Becky!"

"Shhh...I'm not Becky." she said "Tonight I'm Mom." and she eased her mouth back down over my prick.

The game I had played on her the last week was now being played on me. I felt my cum building again, as Becky's mouth slid up and down my pole. I looked at the mirror and my jaw fell open as I gasped for air. Mom's robe was now completely open and both her breasts were in plain sight. She had spread her legs, and I could see her touching herself there. Mom was masturbating right behind me! My own mother was getting herself off in the presence of her son while her he was getting head from his girlfriend, pretending to be his mother. My brain was spinning.

I think I must have short circuited, and I became wild with lust. I pushed Becky's head down on my dick, ramming into her face. The words began to exit my lips, "That's it Mom. Work my dick down your hot throat. Fuck your son with your pretty mouth. I know I can give you what Dad hasn't been able to."

Faster and faster, Becky's lips bobbed up and down on my dick. My head fell back on the sofa, and my eyes became fixed on the mirror as I watched my mother work her fingers into her pussy. Then I noticed something else. Mom was looking back! Her eyes were on the mirror watching me. I was so very close to cumming then. I could hear that the actors on TV were engaged in fucking, but my eyes never left the mirror.

"Take it Mom. I want to feel my sperm down your throat." I guess my talking got to Becky. She picked her head up quickly, and kissed me hard.

"Fuck me Tommy. I want you inside me right now!"

I pushed her back on the sofa and ripped her pants down. Like an animal, I was in her, fucking her like we never fucked before. Her legs wrapped around me and her hands pulled me deeper into her cunt.

"Oh..Fuck..Tommy!.." Becky almost shouted as her hot pussy sucked on my cock.

Then I felt myself starting to cum. As I slammed myself deep inside, I held the pressure tight, and my sperm pumped into my wonderful girlfriend. Her hips worked rapidly back and forth bringing her own orgasm out.

"Oh.. Oh.. Yes.. I'm cumming.. Ugh.. Ugh.. Ugh.. Becky said, her body quivering under me.

I slumped on top of her, our sweaty bodies clinging to one another. I kissed her hard as my dick softened inside her, and we held each other like that for a long time. I almost fell asleep on top of her.

"Hey, I have to get home." Becky said, as she motioned me to get off her.

I slipped my soft dick out and eased myself up, glancing over to the stairs. Again, Mom had vanished.

We fixed our clothes and quietly left my house. Becky and I strolled to her house holding hands. I think we both were in another world as we walked. Once at Becky's house, I gave her a goodnight kiss and she looked deeply into my eyes.

"Tommy, tonight was the most exciting ever. Don't you think?"

"It sure was different." I said.

"Well, I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Good night Becky." I said, and giving her one last kiss.

I walked back home thinking about Becky and how crazy tonight was. Then I thought about Mom and what she had done. I felt my dick swell as I pictured her masturbating. 

Ok, so maybe seeing Mom almost naked and masturbating might make me somewhat horny but that doesn't mean I want to screw my own mother -does it?,  I pondered as I opened the front door. I walked into the family room and almost crapped my pants. Mom was sitting on the sofa in that same robe. I looked at the coffee table and remembered I hadn't unhooked my laptop.

Okay, here comes the talk. Mom is going to want to discuss all that has been happening with us. 

"So Mom, what are you doing up." I said trying to be quiet.

"I just came down to bring you a pillow and a blanket."

"Thanks Mom. I forgot to get them before." I said as I approached the sofa.

"I'll cleanup this mess before I crash. You can just set the blanket and pillow there and try and get some sleep in my room." I said.

"I tried Tommy. But it's like I thought. I'm just not use to sleeping a lone anymore. Would you mind if I just stayed down here and watched some TV with you for a bit? At least until I get sleepy again?" Mom wasn't mentioning anything about before. Maybe she hadn't noticed me looking at her in the mirror. Or maybe she just wasn't ready to confront me herself. I was sure up for that.

"No problem Mom." I said as I went to unhook the laptop.

"Just leave it for now. You can clean up in the morning."

"Okay Mom." I said, and sat myself down in the sofa. Propping the pillow next to my right side, I turned on the TV. Finding a late night talk show, I sat back on the couch.

"You aren't going to sleep like that are you?" Mom asked.

"Well no, I was going to get more comfortable after you left."

"Honey, you just get comfortable now, and I'll throw the blanket over you. I'll turn my head until you're finished."

I stood up and began to undress. I left my briefs on and draped the covers over my lower body. Still sitting up, I rested my head back on the couch. Mom did have her head turned away and never looked.

"Okay Mom I'm finished."

"How are you going to sleep sitting up like that."

"About the same as you." I said.

"Well, lay down on the couch, and I'll rest my head also."

So I did as Mom asked and got repositioned. Mom lay down with her body in front of me. I put the covers over both of us, but they weren't long enough to cover us both completely. I turned on my side, and watched the TV. Mom kept fidgeting around, and finally sat up.

"Tommy, do you mind if I lay down on the pillow with you? I'm just not getting comfortable like this, and I'm kind of cold."

"No Mom. Why would I mind?"

She then turned and lay down on her side in front of me, resting her head on the pillow. I scooted up some above Mom's head and placed my hand on her hip. Mom moved her hand to mine as it laid on her and nestled her fingers in mine. We stayed like that for a very long time. I was just about to fall asleep when I felt Mom's body pressing against me. Her ass was still covered by her robe, but I could feel my dick pressing between her cheeks. Her back had pushed tight against my chest, and her fingers twitched once in a while in my hand. I could hear her slow, even breathing and knew she was asleep. It felt so peaceful lying with her like that. 

The next thing I knew Mom was waking me up. It was morning already. "Tommy get dressed and cleanup all this stuff before your Dad wakes up. I'll make you some breakfast after I take a shower."

I vaguely remember mumbling "Okay" to her, as I struggled to get my wits, and Mom headed up stairs as I sat up. I quickly threw on my jeans and picked up the cables and laptop, going to my room and placing all the stuff on my dresser. I heard Dad then get up and the shower started running. I closed my door and changed into some clean clothes. As I changed, I took note of my bed. It didn't' show any signs that Mom had even tried to sleep there. Now I had something else to be puzzled by.

As we all sat at the table and ate breakfast together, Mom seemed very happy. Dad even noticed her disposition and commented, "So I take it you had a good night's sleep last night?"

"Oh yes dear. It was wonderful. I feel very refreshed this morning."

"Well son, I guess the couch might be your new bed for the next couple of weekends. Hopefully all this stress will end soon, and we'll get back to normal again."

"No problem Dad. Mom's more than welcome to sleep in my bed." I said to him, as I turned and looked at Mom adding. "Any time she wants."

Mom looked at me and smiled.

"I'm glad you don't have a problem with that Tommy."

I don't know why, but I became more daring. "I love helping you Mom. Anyway I can."

Mom just smiled back. It was like we both were playing a game with each other. But how far would it go? I found myself getting excited, already thinking about the next weekend and what might happen. 

But all that was about to change. Becky called on Monday with some terrible news. Her parents had split up. I could tell she was very upset. I went over her house that night and tried my best to comfort her. I guess her Dad had been having an affair with his secretary for a couple years now, and had gotten her pregnant. He admitted that he wasn't happy with Becky's Mom and wanted more that she could give him. He was going to divorce her and marry his secretary.

"I'm so sorry Becky. I wish I could make this go away. I hate seeing you in so much pain." I said as I held her close to me.

"How could he do this to Mom? How did this happen? They always seemed so happy together." Becky said as she wept on my shoulder.

I thought about my own parents, and what was happening in my own home. If things stayed like they were, I could see this happening to them.

"Maybe you should spend time with your Mom this weekend. I'm sure she's going to need your support."

"I was going to say the same thing. Thank you for being here for me, Tommy."

"I'll always be here for you Becky." I said, and then thought about what I had just said. Why did I say that? I searched my feelings, realizing I did want to always be there for her.

After I consoled Becky during the day, I headed back home with a heavy heart. Mom was in the kitchen, and I told her the sad news about Becky.

"Just try and be as supportive as you can." Mom said.

Over the next week, I talked to Becky every day. As time passed, she seemed to be recovering from the shock of her parents splitting. She told me she had a very long heart to heart talk with her mother and that really helped. She asked if could spend next Friday at her house instead of mine.

I didn't have any problem with that at all. I was looking forward to spending time with her again. I told my parents not to wait up for me, and that I would be spending Friday evening over at Becky's. Mom looked disappointed when I said that.

"Mom, if Dad needs to take the sleeping pills, just leave me a blanket and pillow on the couch. I'll know you're in my room." I said.

"You think you're going to be that late at Becky's?"

"I don't know. I just don't want you two to worry. I figured, if I was, you could just crash in my room again if you needed to."

Friday rolled around, and I headed over to Becky's. As the front door opened my dick actually jumped in my pants. Becky's mom, Cathy, answered the door dressed to the nines. I knew her mother was a very good looking woman, but she now looked extremely hot in the outfit she was wearing. My brain screamed "Fuck her!" She had on a very low cut red mini dress and a pair of red pumps. The top of the knit dress clung to her and pushed her breasts tightly together, showing most of them out of the low cut neck line. Her hard nipples poked at the material, telling me she wasn't wearing a bra under that sexy attire.

"Hhhi.. Mrs.ss" She cut me off before I could finish.

"Call me Cathy, Tommy." She said as she opened the door and waved me in.

Becky ran up to me and grabbed my hand. "I've missed you so much Tommy." She said and planted a big kiss on me, right in front of her mother.

"You two should take that somewhere more private." Cathy said.

Becky led me down the hall to her room, and we both crashed on her bed.

"Tommy what did you think of Mom's dress."

"She looked very sexy." I said.

"Well, after Mom and I had our long talk, I told her she needed a new wardrobe, so we did some shopping."

"I don't understand..." I blurted, but Becky cut me off.

"Just listen, I'm getting to it." She said very excitedly.

"Mom told me it's been years since Dad and her...well.. did it. She felt it was her fault Dad's been screwing that tramp all this time."

"I thought it was his sec..." and again Becky shushed me.

"I felt so mad that Dad made Mom feel that way. I told her how beautiful she was, and that any guy would be knocking down the door to ask her out. Well Mom felt much better by what I was saying, and I just let myself go on. I explained how I even thought other women would ask her out."

"You did what?!"

"Tommy - please. Just let me finish. So, like I was saying, Mom then asked me what I meant by other women. I... I.... I told her I thought she was the sexiest woman I knew, and that if I was going to try and see what it would be like with another woman, I would want it to be with her."

I was speechless.

"What? You have no comment now?.... Well Mom surprised me and...well, we kissed. And then kissed some more - and then, well.."

"What...What happened?!" I said as I felt my dick began to harden.

"I think it's better if I show you." Becky said, as I looked to the door and saw her mother standing there.

Becky stood up and embraced her mother. She wrapped her arms around her mom's waist and her Mom did the same. 

"I told Mom about our movie nights, and how you wanted to see me with another woman."

My mouth dropped open. My heart was racing in my chest as Cathy began to fondle her daughter's ass. Becky slipped her hands up to her mother's breasts and began to knead them right in front of me.

"I hope you like the show Tommy, it's just for you." Becky said as they kissed passionately.

I could feel my excitement building watching them become more and more aggressive. Becky kissed her mother's neck as her hand lowered down to her mother's ass. Cathy moaned and squeezed her daughter's ass, as she pulled her closer until their mounds were touching.

Becky lifted her mother's dress, and I was awed at the sight. I was looking at her mother's trimmed pussy! Cathy unbuttoned her daughter's jeans and pushed them to the floor. Becky still had her panties on, but not for long. Her mother hooked her thumbs under the waistband and slowly dragged them down her legs where they puddled to the floor.

My dick was begging to be set free. This was so fucking hot, I just wanted to jerk off! Becky looked at me and smiled. "Remember what I said about Mom when we watched the video? Why don't we see if it true?"

I was shaking from the excitement. I was going to be part of this after all. I fumbled with my pants until my cock was freed, then gripped my steel rod and stroked it as I became lost with sexual desire. Cathy's eyes widened as she stared at my dick. Becky watched also as her hands went from her mother's ass to the front of her thighs.

"So Mom what do you think of my boyfriends tool? Doesn't it just look so yummy?" Becky said, as her fingers moved closer and closer to her mother's mound. I could hear her mother's heavy breathing.

"You're a very lucky girl Becky. It's larger than your fathers."

Becky's fingers wisped over her mother's folds, and I heard her mother's moaning sigh.

"Oh Mom, you're so wet. I told Tommy you would be if you saw him."

"Oh...Yes its making me so hot and wet."

"Mmmm." I heard Becky purr.

"Would you like to touch it Mom?"

My heart was beating loudly in my chest as they both came closer to me. "Go on Mom. It's been too long for you not to feel a hot large cock in your hand." Becky said, as she guided her mother's hand down to my pole.

"Ohh..Fuck.." was all I could say, as I felt Cathy's fingers grasping my shaft.

"Stroke it Mom." Becky said, as I watched her ease her fingers inside her mother.

"Ohhh honey.. Ohh." Cathy said as her daughter slowly toyed her fingers in and out of her wet pussy.

"I bet it tastes good too Mom. Why don't you find out?"

I thought I was going to die as I watched Cathy movie closer to my cock. With a shiver rushing to my head, I felt her lips touch my dick, and she inhaled it deeply into her mouth.

"Oh..God.. Cathy.." 

Her mouth was like warm, wet silk as my cock slipped in and out. I closed my eyes and fell back on the bed. Cathy was driving me crazy with her mouth. Faster and faster she worked and then moaned continuously on my dick. I looked up and almost shot my load. Becky was latched to her mother's pussy, sucking away at her. Her mother's hips where bucking against her daughters face. Becky pulled her mother tight to her face and Cathy began to quiver. I could tell she was cumming in her daughter's mouth and Becky was drinking it up.

I couldn't take anymore. I held Cathy's head and rocked my dick in her mouth.

"Cathy..I'm going to cum... Ohh.. Ohh..

She swallowed me down her throat and sucked, her hand rolling my balls as I exploded. "Ahhh!!!!" I said as my sperm flowed down her throat. My body tightened as I felt her suck everything out of me.

I was trying to recover when I heard my girlfriend speak.

"My turn now Mom." and I felt Becky take my expelled dick in her mouth, breathing life back into it.

It was her mother's turn to lick snatch. Just as her daughter had done, Cathy was between Becky's legs, licking away at her box. It didn't take long before I was rock solid again. I could feel my girlfriend thrashing around as her mother toyed with her pussy. Becky stopped sucking and raised her head as she wrapped her hand around my cock.

"Oh fuck Mom! I'm cumming!!!", she said as I watched her body shake on her mother's face. 

Moaning and grunting, Becky kept cumming. When her orgasm subsided her eyes opened and looked at me.

"Tommy... Fuck my Mom."

Becky released my dick and moved to the side. Cathy slipped her body on top of mine, and I felt her hot pussy against my dick. Her hips moved front to back, and my cock nestled between her wet pussy lips. With every forward push, my dick played with her entrance.

Then, I felt a hand on my balls. Becky was behind us, helping to put my dick into her mother. I felt it make contact with her opening, and I pushed myself up and into her. Cathy was so fucking tight. My cock forced its way in - deeper and deeper. I pushed and pushed, and Cathy went crazy with my cock deep in her pussy.

"Ohhh..God..Yesss!! It's so big!... It's been so long!...Fuck me Tommy!..."

Cathy ground her hips down on my cock until I could feel her clit rubbing against my flesh. She went wild on my cock. Faster and faster her hips swayed, her hands digging into my chest. I was fucking her like a wild man. Becky sat behind her mother, squeezing and toying with her mother's breasts.




Getting Mom Interested Ch. 01



"Make Mom cum Tommy," Becky said, over and over as she pinched her mother's nipples.

"Ohhh!!! God.. Ohhh!!!" Cathy cried as she gyrated her clit against me. Her cunt squeezed tightly onto my cock, and her fingers dug into my flesh. I watched her body stiffen, and her face went red as her mouth opened and nothing came out. Then it happened. Her body quaked all over, and her eyes closed tightly with her orgasm.

"AWWWWWW!!!!!!" Cathy screamed loudly, her body convulsing with pleasure. The neighbors had to have heard her. Her screams went on and on before she finally collapsed on top of me. I could hear her panting, and I closed my arms around her. Her breathing was fast and heavy.

"My god! Tommy, I've never cum that hard before." Cathy said. 

I felt Becky rubbing her mother's back as her hand grazed my arm.

"I told you. You needed a good fuck. Didn't I Mom?"

"Yess...hah..hah.. Yes you did honey, and you were exactly right."

"Now let me have some of that cock before we tire him out," Becky said as her mom eased herself off my pole. 

We then fucked and fucked, until it was 4 a.m. The three of us were in every position we could think of - Becky and I, Cathy and I, all three of us, and both of them on each other. My dick got raw, but I kept fucking. I couldn't get enough of them. By 5 o'clock in the morning, I dragged my tired ass home. My dick was so sore I suffered with every step from my briefs rubbing against the wounded flesh. I couldn't wait to strip naked and air my dick with relief.

I walked in my house and there was Mom sitting on the couch. "Mom, what are you doing? I told you not to wait up for me."

"I couldn't sleep, and then I got worried. Do you know what time it is?"

"Yeah I do, and I'm beat. I want to go to sleep. Can you please just let me crash and we'll talk about this in the morning?"

"It is the morning," she said. "What does Becky's mother think about your being over there so late?"

"Mom, I was with both of them until just a little while ago."

"Doing what?"

.... .... .... Oh crap.  I thought.

"We played cards. Becky thought it would help her mom forget about her problems." I said, hoping she bought the bullshit I was throwing.

"Well, just go to your room and get to sleep. Your father will be up soon, and he wouldn't like knowing you were out this late either."

"But Mom, did you get any sleep?"

Mom didn't answer. She just headed to the stairs. About midway, up she stopped and turned, "I'm going to bed with your father. Please turn off the lights before you come up."

"Okay Mom." I said as she left.

I couldn't remember when Mom had been this mad at me. I felt bad about it, but I sure wouldn't have changed anything before hand. I turned off all the lights and went to my room. I closed my door and stripped naked, slipping into bed and tossing the covers aside.

It didn't take long before I felt myself slipping away. Then, I heard my Dad snoring. I felt sorry again for Mom, but I was so exhausted it was short lived.

When I woke up, my clock said noon. My dick was still sore, so I just put on a pair of sweats without any briefs. I went downstairs, and Dad was out raking leaves. He was doing the job I was supposed to be doing.

I went into the kitchen and Mom was doing dishes. "Hey Mom." I said. "I'm sorry about last night. I promise it won't happen again."

Mom just washed the dishes and acted like I wasn't there. I went to the back door to take over raking, and Mom spoke. "I told your father you came home feeling sick, and to let you sleep in this morning."

"Thanks Mom. I owe you one." I said. "And I am very sorry."

"Just try and remember that we still worry about you. Well, at least I do." Mom said.

"I know." I replied, as I walked behind her and gave her a hug.

"And I'm going to hold you to owing me." Mom said. 

I broke my embrace and went out to rake the leaves.

"Feeling better?" Dad asked

"Much. I must have picked up a bug."

I took the rake from him and finished the job.

I again spent the next weekend over Becky's, and again, we had our little three way fun. 

As Cathy left us to take a shower, I had a chance to talk to Becky. I felt after all we've done together I shouldn't keep any secrets from her. "Becky I have something to tell you."

"What's up Tommy?"

"Well I should have told you when it first happened, but I was afraid what you might have thought."

"The first night we watched the porno movies, my mom was there watching us."

"No way! Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was afraid you would leave at first, and then I was afraid what you might think of me afterwards."

"Tommy, that's so fucking hot."

"There's more. I watched her masturbate when we watched the incest video."

"Oh My God!" Becky said. "My pussy is getting wet thinking your mom came watching that."

Then her eyes widened, "Your mother watched us fuck!"

"Umm..Yea she did."

"Tommy, I'm so hot right now I can't stand it." she said and dove for my cock. She fucked my brains out once more.

I heard her mom coming out of the shower, and had to break free from Becky before she wanted to fuck again.

"Becky, I have to go. I promised Mom I wouldn't be out as late as last weekend."

"Tommy you have to fuck her."

"What?! No! ... Mom's just misguided right now. Dad has been stressed, and isn't sleeping and...well."

I gave her the whole lowdown on what has been happening.

"Tommy your Mom is horny and needs a good fuck. If you want to keep your family happy, give your Mom what she needs."

"Becky, I have to go. I'll talk to you on the phone tomorrow."

"Okay, but think about what I said."

I left and hurried home. Again, Mom was on the couch in her robe, but seemed happy that I was home.

"Hi Mom, couldn't sleep again?"

"No. Your Dad is waking the dead up there."

I didn't ask if she was going upstairs or not. I just headed for the couch and began to take my shirt off.

Mom didn't turn away this time. I don't know why. Maybe it was what Becky said, or something else, but I just slipped my jeans down and watched my mother's face. Her eyes looked straight at my cock as it bulged under my briefs. I acted like this was a common thing to do, and laid down on the couch. Mom again positioned herself in front of me and laid her head on the pillow. I felt her shuffling her body back closer to me until we where spooned tightly to each other. My arm wrapped over Mom and snuggled in under her breasts. I could feel her soft globes resting against my arm.

"Good night Mom."

"Good night honey." I heard Mom say as she grabbed my arm with hers and pulled me tight. Her ass pushed back, and I felt my dick push against her crack. My dick jumped as it connected with Mom's ass. I was getting excited by my own mother, and this was different than before. This was more than just me watching. Touching was involved, and I was getting very aroused by it. My cock grew harder, and more of it came in contact with Mom's ass. I then felt Mom move slightly, and her ass slipped along my dick. She began to breath more slowly again, and her movements finally stopped. I began to relax as I felt our bodies clinging together and finally faded off to sleep myself.

Morning came and Mom was gone. I got up and threw my pants on, folded the blanket and headed to my room to change. As I opened my door, I could hear the water running in my shower. Mom's robe was tossed out on my bed. Mom was using my shower instead of hers. I crept into my room to quickly change clothes. The door was open to the bathroom, and Mom's silhouette showed clearly in the daylight. I quietly opened my dresser drawer and grabbed a pair of jeans out a long with a new tee.

I kept glancing at the image of my mother's body as she washed. Then it happened again. Mom's hand was between her legs. I watched as she braced herself with the other hand and feverishly worked on her pussy. I heard the echoing moans coming from the shower as Mom climaxed. My dick was hard again, but I had to leave before she knew I seen her. As quietly as I could, I slipped out of my room and back down the stairs.

About 10 minutes later Mom came down stairs. I didn't think about Mom noticing me with new clothes on until I saw her face turn pale as she looked at me. "When did you change clothes?" she said.

"I..had these downstairs already." I said. 

I could tell she knew I was lying, but she let it go.

Dad then came downstairs and gave Mom a good morning kiss.

"You took a shower?" he said.

"Yes, in Tommy's room."

"You slept there again last night."

"Yes." Mom said, as she glanced my way.

Mom was lying to Dad. She hadn't told him she can't sleep alone.

After breakfast I gave Becky a call, and told her what had happened last night and this morning with Mom.

"Tommy, I'm telling you, your mom needs a good stiff cock in her."

"Becky, I can't." I said.

She finally dropped the subject, and we talked about the next weekend. Her mom was going clubbing with some friends and wouldn't be home until late that night. She wanted to watch some porn again. Since all this had happened after we started watching smut with each other, I whole heartedly agreed. I again looked forward to next Friday, but I was to have a surprise before then.

Wednesday night as I slept, I was awakened by a hand touching my shoulder. It was Mom. I reached for my light on the night table and cracked my eyes open, trying to focus. As my mother's body became clearer, I was shocked by her appearance. Mom didn't have her robe on. Instead she wore a black teddy. Her breasts were halfway out, and I could see almost to her mound.

"What.. What's going on Mom." I said as I felt my dick begin to swell under the sheets.

"Your Dad took a pill tonight, and I wanted to know if I could lay here with you."

"Slide in Mom," I said as I laid the covers back for her.

Mom's eyes grew wide, and I heard her gasp. In my half asleep state, I had completely forgotten I was naked.

"Oh..Shit! I'm sorry Mom." I said, but the damage was done. Not only was I naked, I was hard, and Mom got an eye full of her son's swollen dick.

"Let me throw on a pair of sweats. Just toss me a pair from my dresser."

Mom never moved. She just stood there. Then she slowly turned out the light, and I felt her move under the covers.

"It's okay Tommy, I'm your mother. I've seen you naked before. Let's just get some sleep."

Mom scooted over to me on her side, and again we spooned. But the light material from her teddy and my nakedness had an erotic feel to it. My hard dick pushed into Mom's crack, and the feeling was intensified by the silky material. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I could hear my breath quicken. I again put my arm over Mom and rested it below her breast. My arm connected with the underside of her soft melons. Her breath became more pronounced as we lay there, and I pulled her tightly to me and squeezed her in my arms. I felt my dick nudge between my mother's ass cheeks, and Mom lightly exhaled whimper.

"Good night Mom." I said as I moved forward and kissed her cheek.

"Good night honey." Mom replied, as her hand again held mine tightly to her.

This time, when I felt Mom shift her ass, I also moved my hips. My dick was mashed tightly against her crack. Every slight move excited me more. Mom's breath became louder and I could hear softly moaning.

My own breathing grew faster as my lust grew. Then, Mom grabbed my arm and moved it slowly while she pushed herself back against my cock. I grew more and more excited as my arm moved down my mother's body, inching down to her waist, over her stomach before she stopped.

Mom rested her hand on top of mine as her breathing went faster and faster. I felt the heat building between us, and I leaned forward, lightly kissing Mom's neck.

"Ohhh," I heard her softly moan.

"I love you Mom," I said, as I pushed my hips forward, grinding my cock deeper between Mom cheeks.

Her hand again moved my hand lower and lower, down over her belly untiI I could feel the bone on her mound. Mom then pushed my hand hard into her mound, forcing my hand between her legs as she tightened them around it.

"Ohhh...." Mom said. She moved my hand to and fro across the light fabric that covered her pussy. I scrunched up the material of the teddy until my hand was able to feel her silky panties. I reached down until I found the elastic material. Wiggling my finger under the waist band, I slithered my hand in. I moved my hand deeper into her panties, and my fingers felt the heat pouring from my mother's pussy as they inched closer to their goal.

I felt Mom's hand reach back and grab my rod. She stroked my pole up and down, and I was excited beyond belief. My mind spun with lust as I found myself wanting my own mother.

"Oh Mom." I said, as my fingers touched her folds.

Mom's hand stopped! Her body stiffened.

"Oh God! No!" Mom yelled, as she quickly let go of my swollen dick and leapt out of bed.

I tried to say something to her, but in a flash she was gone.

What the hell just happened?  I thought.

I lay in bed the rest of the night contemplating the turn of advents and wound up jerking off to the image of me fucking Mom.

Morning came, and Mom never left her room. Dad was just leaving for work, and I had to run to class. 

I called Becky and told her what had happened with Mom. I think she was playing with her pussy as I explained it to her.

That night at diner Mom acted like nothing happened - as if all was ok. When Dad left to watch a ball game on TV, I had my chance to feel Mom out.

"Everything okay Mom?"

"Yes, fine honey."

I left it alone. If Mom wanted not to talk about what happened, I wasn't going to push her. The rest of the week was normal. Mom never ventured into my room.

Friday night came, and I could tell Becky was scheming something. I didn't have a clue as to what. We had a very pleasant evening with my parents. Instead of the usual, Mom suggested we play cards, and we played hearts. Becky and I teamed up against Dad and Mom, and by the end of the night they had won most of the hands. Dad was the first to say goodnight and acknowledge how much fun he had. Mom followed suit, leaving Becky and I alone again downstairs.

We sat on the couch and Becky went for the TV remote. She scrolled through the channels until she found an erotic thriller. We settled in and watched about half of it before Becky asked me to setup the laptop for some more interesting videos.

I reached under the coach to get the laptop, but it wasn't there. Someone had moved it from its hiding place. "Becky, my laptop is missing. Mom must have moved it."

"Well that's okay. I guess it's getting kind of late. Maybe we should just call it a night."

... ... ... What the hell is she up to?  I thought.

"Okay. I'll walk you home." I said

We walked holding hands half way to her house she stopped.

"Let's go back to your house."

"Why? Did you forget something?"

"No I just want to see if I'm right about something." I wasn't sure what she was talking about until I was about to open the door.

"If your mom is downstairs, I want you to just follow my lead." Becky whispered.

We made our way to the family room and sure enough as we peeked in, Mom was there wearing her red robe. Becky quickly put her arm around my waist and acted like he had trouble standing on her right foot. I immediately grabbed her by the waist and helped support her as we walked into the family room.

"Oh hi Becky I thought Tom was walking you home."

"Yea we were. But then I twisted my ankle, and we came back here.

Mom got up and gave me a hand helping Becky to the sofa.

"Ouch!" Becky said as she sat down.

"I'll get some ice." Mom said leaving for the kitchen

"What are you up to Becky?"

"Shhh...Just play along."

Mom came back with some ice wrapped in a hand towel and sat next to Becky. She picked up her foot and placed it on her lap while she applied the ice to her ankle. 

"Oh... I think I sprained it good. Tommy, can you sit next to me so I don't have to lean back?"

I sat next to Becky and twisted my body so she could rest back against my chest. Becky placed her hand on my thigh and eased herself into me. Mom kept Becky's foot in her lap as she also sat back on the sofa.

I reached for the remote and flicked the TV on. I wound up changing channel after channel. All that was on was info commercials. Finally, I found a movie on the premium channel and left that on until it showed two girls kissing and undressing themselves.

"Oh" I said. "I'll find something else."

Becky grabbed my hand.

"Leave it on for a minute or two. This is getting interesting."

I looked at Mom, and she didn't say anything. As a matter of fact she was watching the screen very closely. My little vixen was scheming something. As we watched the TV, I felt her hand move up my thigh and inch closer to my dick. My dick jumped as her hand brushed my crotch. I looked back at Mom, but she was engrossed in the movie. The two girls were now licking and rubbing their breasts.

I lowered my eyes down to Beck's foot, and softly gasped as I could see Becky had maneuvered her foot into my mother's crotch. She was brushing against it with her heel. Slowly, Becky rubbed on my mother. As she did, her foot was gradually parting Mom's robe. Mom's mouth was open and her eyes closed as Becky's foot applied more and more pressure between her legs. 

My cock was hard as a rock when Becky suddenly stopped. She moved her hand from my pants and tried to ease herself up. "Tommy said you've been having trouble sleeping when your husband takes sleeping pills."

"Huh?... Oh yes. It's terrible."

"Has anyone ever given you a back massage to help you relax? I bet you'd sleep well then. Here, let me give you a quick backrub and see if that helps you."

"Thank you Becky, but..." was all Mom could say before Becky was propped behind her with her legs spread.

"Tommy, sit closer to your mom and rub her fingers while I work on her back."

I moved closer and did just that. I placed Mom's hand on my thigh as I rubbed her fingers between my hands. I looked back and forth from Mom to Becky to the TV. Mom wasn't watching TV anymore. Her eyes where tightly closed as Becky kneaded her shoulders. Becky looked at me and smiled. 

I watched as she began to move her hands, first to Mom's shoulder blades and then down her arms. Up and down, up and down, ever so slowly Becky eased my mother back until she was pressed against her chest. Becky moved her hands to the fronts of Mom's arms and up to her collar bone. Moving Mom's hair to one side, Becky leaned in and lightly blew on her neck. I heard a soft moan leave Mom's lips.

Mom began to clutch her hand as I massaged it. Becky kept her left hand massaging Mom while she moved her right hand down to my zipper. Quietly she eased it down. I felt my blood rush as Becky toyed around and freed my cock. I was engrossed so much at what Becky's right hand was doing I didn't pay attention to her left. Becky had it down under Mom's robe and was massaging her breasts.

Mom was breathing hard, and she grabbed my hand tightly. Becky pulled at my arm, moving it closer and closer towards my crotch. Her left hand parted Mom's robe and I was surprised. Mom had nothing on under the robe. Her soft globes gleamed at me as Becky toyed with her nipples. Mom's nipples became hard, and her mouth opened more as Becky skillfully rolled them between her fingers.

Becky leaned in and kissed Mom's neck. I heard a louder "Ohh" come from my Mom. Wasting no time, Becky slowly lowered her left hand down Mom's body as she kissed and sucked on her neck. As her hand reached between my mother's legs, her right hand took hold of Mother's hand and placed it on my cock.




Getting Mom Interested Ch. 02



I would like to thank woodlands1946 for taking the time to review my story

All characters are fictional and 18 years or older.

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I can't believe how much my life has changed in such a short time. And all this has happened because my girlfriend and I decided to watch some porn. But, getting fucked by 3 women has a down side. I've fucked so much lately my balls ache, but how can I stop? Becky's mom sucks cock like a pro, and I'm dying for the day I finally get a chance to take that sweet ass of hers. My own mom is a sex crazed woman. As soon as Dad is out cold from taking his sleeping pills, she's looking for me to fill her pussy with my more than willing dick. And Becky! Oh my God, Becky. What a wonderful girlfriend. How lucky am I to have a beautiful woman like her who loves to lick pussy while I'm slamming my cock deep into her love-hole.

Well - to last night at my house. When my parents decided to retire for the night, I had a talk with Becky over my dilemma. I was shocked when she openly laughed at what I said.

"Tommy you mean to tell me, you need a break from fucking?"

"Errr. That does sound lame," I said, as my eyes traced over her sexy body. Becky wore a tiny black skirt and a tight white shirt that just screamed, "Fuck me." But I had to keep my composure and continue with what I started.  "Truly, Becky, I'm not sure how long my dick is going to be able to handle this. But, I also don't want to disappoint anyone. I love fucking all of you."

"So you just love to fuck us. Is that it?"

"No. No. That came out wrong. I feel for all of you. Meaning I... well, I love all of you. I don't see how I can resolve this." I paused for a moment, and then I let my heart do the talking. "Becky, I'm telling you all this because you're not just my girlfriend, but you're also my best friend."

Oh Fuck. I thought, as I watched her eyes tear up.

"Tommy.  I don't think I ever wanted to screw you more than I do right now." she said, as her hand went for my crotch.

"Oh shit," I grunted, as she slid my pants down and took my manhood into her moist mouth.

Becky was getting better and better at sucking cock. I think Becky's mother must be rubbing off on her, because in no at all time my cum was ready to blow. I was so engrossed, enjoying her best blowjob yet, that I never heard my mother behind us. I just suddenly felt her soft touch on my shoulder that caused me to jump and ram my cock deep into Becky's throat. Becky quickly lifted her head as she tried to recover from gagging.

"I'm sorry Becky. I didn't mean to do that," I said as, Mom slipped around the couch and sat beside me in her red robe.

"It was my fault," Mom said, as she slipped her arm around my shoulder. "I startled the poor boy. Here, let me finish that for you." and Mom bent over and gulped my rod completely down her throat.

"Oh... Mom... Oh shit!" I said, as she cupped my balls and went faster on my shaft.

Becky didn't look happy. But what could I do, except apologize again. I tried to get one more out of my mouth.

"Beck... Oh!... I'm sorr. err. ey. forr.. Oh fuck Mom!" I gasped as my sperm rocketed down Mom's silky throat.

Becky stood up and just watched as my mom drank down all of my cum. I tried to motion her to come and sit by me, but she didn't budge from the spot. As Mom finished and sat up - wiping her mouth with her fingers - Becky wasted no time telling us how she felt.

"You know I don't mind sharing my boyfriend with his mother. If fact, I was the person that thought it was a good idea. But you just interrupted a special moment."

"Well Becky, maybe you should have waited until he was at your house instead of mine before you decided to have your special moment."

"Wait... Wait... both of you," I quickly spoke. "This is ridiculous. Let's take a break here before things get out of hand.  Please, Becky, sit down next to me, and let's discuss this. I think I should also tell Mom what we have been talking about."

Becky did sit down, and I explained to Mom about my quandary. Like Becky, she thought it was funny, but I'm not seeing the joke.

"So, my poor boy is having trouble keeping us satisfied. Hmm." Mom said with a smirk. "What do you think Becky? Maybe his cock does need a little rest." Mom expressed, as she stood up and walked in front of Becky.

"I'm sorry for ruining your special moment. Maybe I can make it up to you." Mom said, as she knelt down and parted Becky's legs. 

Becky sat back and looked into my Mom's eyes. I watched as my Mother eased herself forward, and pushed Becky's skirt up. "Oh... Becky! You're such a naughty girl! You don't have any panties on." Mom said, as her head disappeared between my girlfriends legs.

"Oooh... Yess..." Becky cooed, as I heard the sound of slurping coming from Mom. Becky placed her hands on Mom's head and wiggled her pussy on her face."

"Oh... Fuck... Your tongue is so fucking good... Yesss... Oh yes. Right there!... Don't stop!... Oh... You're going to make me cummm!" Becky huffed as her hips bucked up and down.

My cock raged as I lost my self control. I couldn't help but gasp as Mom licked eagerly at my girlfriend's twat. Becky moaned and humped her face fiercely. I couldn't control my actions any longer. My hand went to my cock, and I began to stroke it. I became so mesmerized at the sight of Mom making Becky squirm on her face that explicit words escaped my lips.

"That's it, Mom. Fuck her with your tongue. Make her cum in your mouth."

My words caught Becky's attention, and she saw what I was doing. She slid over and again sucked my cock into her warm mouth. Her moaning was vibrating on my shaft and caused my load to build even faster than normal. I could tell she was getting closer to cumming herself. Her sucking had become erratic. Her breath quickened, and her mouth opened. With my dick still in her mouth I heard her wail. "Ohh!... Ugh. Ugh. Ugh." Her body stiffened, along with her mouth. She was almost biting my rod as her climax unfolded. I couldn't take anymore. My cum pumped out, and I heard her gag as my sperm streamed down her moaning throat.

I looked over, and Mom hadn't quit. She was till sucking on Becky's pussy, and I could see Becky's fingers digging into Mom's head as she tried to push her away. My cock still pumped in Becky's mouth as I felt her try and scream, sending shivers through my body. Mom had her cumming yet again. 

Finally, Becky was able to lift her head, and I watched as she gagged, coughed and huffed. She fell back on the couch as Mom sat up and admired her work.

"I hope that makes up for my intrusion before." Mom said, as she relocated herself beside Becky. 

"I think you wore her out Mom." I joked. But the joke was on me. Without warning Becky quickly dove to the floor and went for Mom. "My turn!", I heard, as she quickly opened Mom's robe and removed her panties. Becky parted Mom's legs and dove for the goal. Mom pushed herself back on the couch and lifted her legs, placing them over Becky's shoulders. Again, I watched as those vixens enjoyed there lesbian pleasures. Again, my poor dick was hard. I watched as my girlfriend's rear danced side to side as her mouth toyed with my mother's mound. Mom's toes were curling, and her hands grasped and dug at the sofa. Her breath raced and her hips twitched.

"What are you two doing to me?" I said. 

Mom turned her head towards me and barely worded."FFfuckk.. herrr.. Ohh.." 

I couldn't take anymore. My lust was uncontrollable. I went behind Becky and lifted her tiny skirt above her ass. I watched as it playfully swished side to side. I parted her legs with my hands, traced my palms up to her ass cheeks, and pushed them open. My mind went crazy as the little voice inside me kept saying, "do it, do it". I couldn't help myself. I took hold of my rigid cock and lined it up to her asshole. With one mighty puuuuuuusssssssshhhh.... I was in.

"Awwhh!!!..." Becky screamed as her head shot up from Mom's pussy. 

Mom pulled her head back down and buried it into her snatch.

"That's it Tommy.. Fuck her ass. Fuck her good. Give it to her!" Mom coaxed.

I pumped and pumped faster and faster. My hands held her waist tight as I slammed deep into her tight little hole. I could her Becky whimpering on Mom's pussy, as I felt my cum build. But I was so spent from before, it wouldn't go. I fucked and fucked. Mom climaxed twice on Becky's face as she squealed and squirmed from my cock loosening up her snug ass. Finally I felt myself ready to blow.

"Ohh. Fuck Becky. I'm going to cum." I said. Becky pushed back harder and faster. Her whimpers changed to moans. Her fingers dabbled at her own pussy. I felt her ass relax and she contracted around my dick.

"Oh!... I'm cumming too!" She exhaled, as I felt her body shake. My exhausted cock burst its own juices into her ass, as I held it deep inside her quivering body. I was totally drained as I slowly slipped out of Becky. Mom pulled Becky up to her face, and in my weakened state, I watched as they passionately kissed each other. 

With what strength I had left, I crawled to the sofa and plopped my exhausted body down. But then I faintly heard a noise from upstairs. My heart stopped as I quickly whispered to my lovers.

"Dad's awake!!!"

Both women rushed to fix their clothes as I desperately pulled my pants back on.

Mom turned the TV volume down as I heard footsteps hit the stairs. I looked over my shoulder just as Dad hit the landing, wearing his long robe. Both Becky and Mom had already engaged in a conversation about some movie that was in the theater. Dad finally spoke.

"Why are you down here bothering the kids?" 

"I had trouble sleeping with your snoring. I figured I would come down and chat for a bit. Becky was just telling me how she wanted to go see that movie I told you about."

Wow! Can Mom fib? I thought, as my eyes shifted to Dad's face. But something else caught my attention. In my peripheral vision, I could see a bulge under Dad's robe. He's hard! Holy Shit! Dad's got a boner! And I wasn't the only person that caught it. I turned my head and Becky was starring at his cock too. I was going to speak, but Dad beat me to it.

"Well if you kids wouldn't mind going on a double date, we could all go see it tomorrow night."

"That sounds like a great idea." Becky said, as her eyes adjusted up to Dad's face and then to me. "What do you think Tommy?"

"Errr.. What?" I said, as I was having trouble keeping up with what I was being told.

"The movie! We could go with your parents tomorrow night and see it."

"Oh... Yeah." I said, still not fully following what was going on.

"Great," Dad replied. "Then it's a date. Come on honey. Let's let these two love birds have some privacy."

"Okay, dear." Mom said, as she got up and walked with Dad back upstairs.

As soon as they reached the top step, Becky quickly whispered, "Your Dad is hard! Oh.. And what was that little stunt you pulled by fucking my ass? "

"I'm sorry for that. I got carried away. Your ass just looked so great. I couldn't help myself."

"Do you think he heard us down here before?" she asked.

"I... I don't know. I don't think he would be so calm if he did."

"Maybe he did. And maybe he likes the idea that his son is fucking his wife."

"Becky! C'mon. Don't start with that again." But that fell on deaf ears. My little devil was already thinking of a daring scheme.

"Well, if you want to make up for taking my ass, then let's go sneak up to your room and listen in on them. I bet if he did hear us, they're going to talk about It." she said, as she took my hand and pulled me to the bottom of the stairs.

"C'mon Tommy, before we miss what they're saying."

Hesitantly, I followed her as we tiptoed up the steps to my room. As we ducked inside and sat on my bed, I could hear Dad talking in a low tone.

"Honey, if you're not too tired, I think I we could get in a little play time."

"John!" Mom said, "The kids are right down stairs."

"Shhh.. They'll be too busy to hear us."

"Oh.. John you're already so hard." 

"Yeah... and it has been missing you."

"Oh... Fuck...! You're already wet." I heard Dad say.

As we sat on the bed, the sounds coming from my parent's room became more and more sexual. Moans and groans grew louder by the second. The creaking of their bed increased. And I found myself getting excited by their love making. Again, I wasn't alone. Becky grabbed my thigh and gave it a squeeze as she leaned over and whispered, "They're fucking."

"I know." I said, as my heart beat increased.

My little devil couldn't stand the sounds of their lovemaking without wanting to get involved in it somehow. Becky stood up and pulled me to my feet.

"Becky!" I whispered.

"Shhh, they'll hear us," she said, as she guided me to my bedroom door. Standing next to it, she reached for my pants. I tried quietly to stop her newest endeavor, but to no avail. I was limited in what I could do, and in no time my pants and briefs were on the floor below me.

"Now we can hear better." she said, as her hand went straight for my shaft.

As we stood only feet from my parents' room, the sounds of sex echoed in my ears. My dad's grunts, my mom's moans, and the rhythm of their fucking all gave new boldness to me. Becky had brought out another wicked desire. As I dealt with this new excitement, I heard her whisper, "Fuck me."

Again I lost control. Standing behind Becky, I eased her skirt up, as she placed her hands on the wall. My cock had no trouble finding her wet warm snatch, and it slid inside.

Slowly and quietly we fucked, as the sounds of my parents lovemaking became louder. I began to increase my speed a little, as I heard whimpers coming from Mom.

Becky's breath became louder, and soft little moans escaped her mouth. I pulled her back to me and covered her lips with my hand as my dick pushed a little faster and harder into her.

But when I heard Dad start to talk dirty to Mom, I was a goner.

"That's it... Take that cock, you little slut. Your pussy needs this doesn't it?" I heard Dad say.

"Tell me.. Tell me how bad you need it."

"Yess!... Fuck me. Fuck my pussy... I need it.. Make me cum!... I want to feel you cum inside me."

"You little whore... I bet you would like to taste that little young pussy downstairs too, wouldn't you?"

"Oh!... Oh!..." I heard Mom cry.

"Tell me you wouldn't." Dad grunted, as I heard the bed move faster.

My own fucking had increased. I was having trouble standing as I felt my cock ready to blow. I struggled to keep Becky muffled as her ass met my every push. I took my other hand and grasped her breasts and pushed harder and deeper into her gripping cunt. I could feel her climaxing as Mom spoke.

"Yess!.. Oh.. Yess!! I would love that pussy on my face." Mom huffed out, her breath panting.

My body rocked and shook as I did my best not to fall over. I heard Dad grunting over and over as my own cum pumped into Becky. I held her tight to me as my legs struggled to steady us.

Calming a bit, Becky slipped my poor overworked dick out of her twat and turned around.

"We better leave before they hear us in here." she whispered lightly.

Quietly I slipped my clothes on and we quickly departed. Once we were back safely in the living room, Becky again commented, "Your Dad is kinky like us. Don't you think?"

"It sure sounded that way."

"I bet he would love to see your Mom between my legs."

"Please Becky," I begged. "I need a break."

"Okay.. Okay.. I guess that's enough for tonight," she said, as we made our way out of the house.

I walked Becky home, but didn't dare enter. If her mom was around, I'd be fucking again, and I desperately needed to recover from tonight.

"Goodnight Becky," I said as I embraced her body and we kissed.

After a long kiss, I pulled away and started for home. "I'll see you tomorrow," I said, as she walked inside.

Finally at home, I went straight to my room. Knowing Mom and Dad had had their little fun, I felt sure I was safe. How wrong I was.

I must have slept for only about an hour when I felt the covers being moved. Mom was getting in, and as I became more awake I could hear Dad's snoring in the distance.

Mom laid down and turned on her side. I felt her push back, and her smooth, bare ass touched my soft groin.

"Mom!" I said. "You're naked!"

"Shhh. Your father didn't take any pills tonight. He's just sleeping.

Holy fuck! Is everyone losing it? I thought, as I felt her ass rub against my limp pecker.

I whispered back. "This isn't safe Mom. I think Dad might have heard us before."

"Don't worry about your father. I'll deal with that if he did." Mom said, as her ass pushed harder against me.

"Please Mom. I need a rest."

"It's okay Tommy; we'll just spoon for awhile. I just wanted to feel your body next to mine."

But that didn't last long. As Mom kept pushing and rubbing, my pole became stiff and was now sliding up and down in her crack. Faster and faster Mom toyed with me, and then I felt her ass cheeks open and enclose around my cock. That caused it to stiffen even more. My breath and heart rate increased as I put my arm around her and rubbed her soft tits.

"Oh.." I heard Mom softly coo, as her hand reached up and she touched my face.

Mom turned her head and our lips met. Our breath sped up as well as our passion. I began to push my cock tighter between Mom's cheeks.

This is crazy! I thought, as our excitement grew. But it was halted abruptly when we heard Dad suddenly stop snoring. We kept still, and the silence became deafening. Mom slowly moved away from me and left the bed. She tiptoed to the door, and I heard Dad stir. I then watched as Mom walked out of the room and returned to hers.

I could hear her getting back in bed and Dad mumbled, "Where'd you go?"

"Shh... Go back to sleep. I thought I heard a noise and went to the steps."

Finally, that was all the excitement I had for the night. Mom never came back.

I awoke the next morning to the sound of the lawn mower running. I looked at my clock, and it was already one in the afternoon. They had let me sleep in. I took a shower and got ready for another day. 

As I entered the kitchen, I saw Mom washing some dishes. I could see Dad pushing the mower as he passed by the window over the kitchen sink.

"Hey, Mom," I said. "I'm sorry I over slept. I'll go and give Dad a hand."

"No. Wait a minute. I want us to discuss your problem," Mom said, as she turned away from the sink. "Let's go into the other room and sit down."

I followed Mom into the living room and watched as her lovely ass swayed in front of me.

Stop it! I told myself, as we sat on the couch.

"Tommy, I can see how this must be exhausting for you. It's seems Becky has just as much of a sex drive as I do. And the other problem is, I'm finding I prefer your cock over your father's."

"So.. What are you saying Mom?" I asked.

"You were right about how risky it was last night for me to come to your room. But I just had this overwhelming urge to have you inside me again, even though your father and I had just had sex a few hours before."

"I know Mom. We heard you."

"You heard us from downstairs?"

"Umm.. No. Becky and I heard you from my room. We were having sex in my room at the same time as you and Dad."

I watched as Mom's legs clamped tight, and she put her hands on her knees.

"You mean you were listening to us while you fucked Becky?"

"Um.. Yeah," I said, as I dropped my head down and looked at the floor.

"Tommy.. You're making me wet with this talk."

"I'm sorry Mom. I just didn't want to keep any secrets from you."

"Well, back to what I was trying to say," Mom said. "I'm going to try and refrain from sneaking into your room as often. But you have to promise me that when I do need a little sexual relief you won't question it."




Getting Mom Interested Ch. 02



"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"I mean, it might not be just at night while your dad's sleeping."

I should have thought about what she was asking before I agreed, but at the time it sounded like a sweet deal. What I heard was "You're going to be getting more sleep at night and rest your poor pecker." But the reality was far more.

"I can handle that Mom." I said.

"Good. Now go see how far your dad has gotten with his mowing, and then meet me in the kitchen."

I didn't question Mom's request, and did as I was told. I walked out the back door and located Dad. I walked over to him, and he stopped the mower. "Sorry Dad. I would have helped if I hadn't over slept."

"That's okay. I knew you had a late night, and I'm almost finished. I only have to do the side and front yards yet."

"Okay, I'll let you finish then." I said, heading back into the house.

My mouth dropped open when I walked in the back door. Mom was naked and standing by the kitchen sink.

"Mom! What the fuck?" I said.

"Fuck me. I need you right now." Mom replied.

"But.. But Dad is right outside."

"No questions.. Remember?" She said, as she waved me over to her.

My body moved like a zombie as my feet shuffled across the floor. When I was within arms length of her, her hands went straight for my pants, tugging them down in one quick swipe.

"I can't help but picture you fucking Becky while I was with your Father. My pussy is soaked and needs that stiff young cock of yours right now."

I kicked off what clothes still dangled on my feet and embraced Mom. I could hear the mower moving along the side of the house, and knew I only had a short time to please her sexual need. Mom wasted no time, and had her hand on my dick, pulling life into it. I could feel it grow with every stroke. My hand dropped down to her mound, and I fumbled my fingers in her pussy folds. She wasn't lying. Her pussy was soaked. I slithered two fingers between her lips and sunk them deep into her twat.

"Oh.. Yes Tommy. Oh fuck me with your fingers!" she hissed, as her body moved back against the kitchen counter. Faster and faster I plunged, as Mom increased her speed on my stiff shaft. My hips pushed to meet her every stroke as if I was slamming it in her pussy. Mom couldn't take anymore and pleaded.

"Fuck me now. I need you inside my cunt." and pulled my cock to her hot pussy.

My dick slid completely in with one push. My hands reached back and squeezed her ass tightly as I pulled her body to meet my every thrust. I pushed and rammed and pushed as Mom gripped tightly to my body. She put her arms around my neck and wrapped both legs around my waist. My hands held her weight by her ass and she almost jumped up and down in my arms pushing my cock deeper than it has ever been inside her. Her cunt began to tighten as my cock head bulged from the cum waiting to be released.

"Oh fuck Mom. I'm going to shoot." I said, as my ears located the sound of the mower in the front yard.

Faster and faster Mom moved. Her fingers dug into the back of my neck and her head tilted back. I heard her moan loudly from her approaching climax. I gripped her ass cheeks tightly and pushed one last time as my cock spurted it's stream into her. Mom rocked on my dick as I held it in place. But then I caught Dad out of the window putting the mower away in the shed.

"Mom, Dad is finished!" I said, as I pulled my cock out of her pussy. Quickly, Mom left and headed for her room leaving me in the kitchen to struggle with dressing fast by myself. I had just finished zipping my fly when Dad entered the door.

"Where's your Mother." 

"Umm I think upstairs. I just came out to get something to drink." I lied, as I went to the cabinet and grabbed a glass.

"You want something Dad."

"No, but thanks for asking." He said, as he passed by and went into the other room.

My hands were shaking as the adrenalin raced through my body. The boldness of fucking Mom and almost getting caught was such a rush. I had found a new high, and this time it was shown to me by my mother. I couldn't wait to tell Becky what had happened. 

As I finished my glass of water, Mom came back into the kitchen. Her face was lit up like a kid on Christmas morning as she approached me and whispered. "That was exciting. Thank you for that wonderful fuck." she said, as she lingered a kiss on my cheek and gave my crotch a quick squeeze before turning back to the other room.

I put the glass in the sink and yelled to her I was off to Becky's.

I didn't walk but ran all the way there. I had to tell her what had happened. I completely forgot about how my balls needed a rest. 

I knocked on the door, and Becky's mother greeted me.

"She's in the shower right now Tommy. Why don't we take a seat in the living room and wait."

As usual, her mother's attire was extremely hot. My mind was again screaming Fuck her! Fuck her! I admired her short white skirt and stockings. As I entered the house, we walked to the living room. My mouth was watering as I watched her tight ass sway, and her stocking straps play peek-a-boo under the skirt with every step.

We sat on the sofa and Cathy looked at me and smiled. I tried not to ravage her body with my eyes. 

"Becky told me about your problem," she said. "Have you decided which one of us you are going to stop playing with?" she asked, as her legs crossed and exposed her naked thigh above the stockings.

"Umm.. I... don't.. well." I tried to stammer, but couldn't seem to put a sentence together.

Without missing a beat, Cathy moved closer to me and very sexily said, "Becky also told me how you fucked her while your parents were in the next room having sex themselves."  Her hand gripped my upper thigh and began to lightly rub up and down.

"Um.. y. y. yeah we did."

Cathy leaned closer to my ear, and nibbled lightly as she whispered, "Did that get you excited?... Knowing they were fucking so close to you?" as her hand rubbed closer and closer to my crotch. "Ever wonder what it would be like to have your dad watch you fuck."

"Oh.. I.." I replied.

"How about seeing him fuck another woman? While you were taking his wife – your mother?"

Oh fuck.. I thought, as my dick ached to be set free. Cathy had put more sinful images into my helpless brain.

As I closed my eyes and enjoyed the thoughts, I felt her weight on my legs. Cathy had straddled me and was opening my shirt. Her mouth went to my neck and she sucked on it. My hands went to her waist and slowly slipped back to her wonderful ass.

"Oh.. fuck." I said, as I felt her undoing my pants.

"Mmm, just think Tommy.. Think what it would look like to see him fucking another woman. Who would it be?... Who do you see making your Dad cum?" Cathy teased, as I felt my cock rub against her panties that covered her hot mound. Cathy pushed down, and I felt my dick push through the material and into her sopping love hole.

Her panties where crotchless, and I felt the material digging into the sides of my rigid shaft. Her body rocked back and forth as my hips lifted us both off the couch with each stroke.

"Oh... yess.. Tommy. Oh.. Tell me.. Tell me who you see fucking your dad.."

But before I could answer, I heard Becky, "Mom!!! You couldn't even wait until I was out of the shower?"

"Oh... Oh... Ohhh!!! Cathy moaned as her pussy exploded and flooded her juices over my throbbing dick. Her ass went crazy, and I couldn't stop my own release as it plastered her insides.

"Oh. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh." I grunted as my hands grasped at her backside and pulled her tightly to my pumping cock.

Cathy rested her head on my shoulder as her climax slowly calmed down. I slowly helped her up and redid my pants. Becky walked over and put her hands on her hips.

"So this is what you mean by you need a break," she hissed.

"No.. I.. I.." was all I could get out before Cathy laughed.

"Honey, I seduced him. He couldn't help it. I got him hard by what I said."

"And what was that?" Becky asked

"I just asked him if he thought seeing his dad fuck another woman would be exciting."

Becky looked at me and paused.

"So.. What did you say Tommy?"

"I didn't." I said. "But to answer truthfully, I kind of do like the idea."

"Which brings be back to my question," Cathy replied, "Who would you want to see doing your father?"

Quickly, I had to think. I couldn't tell Cathy it was her. So I thought of the first woman that popped into my head. 

"My Aunt Ruth" I said.

Holy fuck why'd I think of her. I thought.

"Who the hell is that?" Becky asked.

"She's my dad's sister."

There was silence in the air before Cathy broke out and laughed again.

"Tommy, you're such a naughty, naughty boy. You want your dad to fuck his own sister. I was thinking one of us."

Becky relaxed her posture and laughed like her mother, as she sat beside me.

"I think maybe I might be able to change your mind," Becky said as she took hold of my hand and kissed me.

"Well, thank you for the good laugh and excellent fuck Tommy. I'll let you two be." Cathy said, as she got up to leave. 

Becky spoke quickly, "Wait mom. I have an idea I want to run by you before you leave."

Oh no! Her ideas usually cause my dick to throb. I thought, as Becky and her mom walked into the other room leaving me alone on the sofa.

10 minutes later Becky came back with one of her wicked smiles.

"So do I have to ask what that was about?" I said.

"Oh it was nothing special, just something I had to discuss with Mom."

"Becky, I know that smile. That was not a nothing. That was a something."

"Well, if you must know, it's a surprise. You'll see. And I'm sure you're going to like it."

"Well, I think we had better get going if we're going to make the movies with my parents."

As we walked to my house, I told Becky what Mom and I did in the kitchen. I could tell it got her excited. I think if it wasn't for the fact that we had to meet my parents, she'd want to fuck. So I guess telling her now was a good idea.

Becky and I arrived at my home and had dinner with my parents before we departed for the theater. Of course, the girls gabbed and gabbed about everything from clothing to music and so on. I was happy to see Dad looked just as bored listening to them.

"Well, we better get going if we want good seats." Dad said, and I agreed.

We climbed into Dad's car and headed on the way. Dad drove with Mom next to him, leaving Becky and me in the back seat. Becky sat behind Dad and I behind Mom. As the girls again jibber-jabbered, I was again finding the conversation dull. Then I felt Becky put her hand on my left upper thigh only inches from my crotch. Without stopping their conversation, I felt her hand unzip my fly and work under my briefs. My eyes widened as I felt my cock hit the open air, and her fingers stroked my dick to stiffness.

I looked over at Becky and her eyes never left Mom as she kept talking. Then I looked at Dad as he concentrated on driving, and back to Mom. I watched as she also kept talking, but noticed her eyes shift down to my cock. Mom licked her lips as her head turned further over her shoulder.

My cock head bulged as I felt myself getting close. I moved my hand to try and stop Becky, but she wouldn't quit. Instead, she went faster. I grasped her thigh as my hips involuntarily pushed. My teeth ground together as I tried to control myself from exploding. I felt my legs begin to shake and I gripped Becky's thigh hard. Just as I shot my load, Becky dove her head down and took my cock in her mouth. I held my breath as I felt my sperm being gulped down. 

Mom was still talking as if she and Becky were still engaged in normal conversation. Without missing a beat, Becky picked her head up and was back into the talk.  I looked around and saw we were in the parking lot. I had just enough time to put my dick away and fix my pants. 

As we walked to the theater, I held Becky's hand and we lagged behind my parents. When I was sure they couldn't hear I said to Becky, "What the hell was that? What if my Dad had seen you?"

"Shh... Lover." She said. "It's not as much fun if it isn't dangerous. Besides, I think your mom liked it also. I bet she's soaked."

Dad got the tickets, and we looked for some good seats. The theater had already filled up and finding four empty chairs was difficult. We finally found them, but in the nose bleed section. We piled in and sat down. Dad sat next to Mom, and I sat next to Becky. We had coats, but no place but our laps to set them. As the theater darkened, and the movie started, Mom whispered to Dad. I saw him shake his head from side to side, and then she whispered to me.

"You two want anything from the concession stand?" I passed what Mom said to Becky.

"Yeah. Some popcorn would be nice and a soft drink."

I told Mom yes, and she asked me to come with her. We excused ourselves, passed all the seated people and headed out of the theater. As I turned left to the concession stand, Mom grabbed my arm and pulled me to the right.

"Come this way." she said, as she rushed me towards the bathrooms.

"Mom! What are you doing?"

"You're going to fuck me."

"Mom! This is crazy!" I said, as she pushed me inside the women's restroom.

Mom rushed me into a stall and fumbled my pants open. Again, my cock was free as she pushed me onto the toilet seat. Mom reached under her skirt and removed her panties, quickly spread her legs and sat down facing me. Her soaked pussy rubbed hard against my dick. I felt it stiffening as it slid against her clit.

"That's it Tommy. Oh... Fuck.. I'm so fucking hot.. Your little girlfriend got me so fucking wet."

"Oh.. Mom.. we.. have.. ohh.. fuckk." I moaned as my stiffened dick penetrated her hot cunt.

Mom went up and down faster and faster. Her hands braced against the side of the stall as her body bounced. I reached for her chest and grasped at her bobbing breasts. I could feel her juices seeping out and dripping down my nuts. I grabbed her waist and pulled her down harder as my cum once again readied to explode.

"Oh.. Yes.. oh.. fuck me! Give me your cum son. Mommy wants it..."

I blew my load as my legs shuddered. I felt Mom's cunt tighten on me as she held her pussy down and rocked her hips in place. She grabbed my neck with both hands and whimpered as her climax rocked through her body.

Soon, Mom stopped shaking and eased off my dick. Standing up, she put her panties back on and helped me to my feet. Pulling me to her, we kissed.

"Thank you, Son." she said. "We'd better get back."

I pulled my pants up, and we left the restroom. A theater worker saw us exit the restroom and just shook his head as we passed by. Mom grabbed my hand and chuckled as we rushed to the concession stand. We purchased the refreshments and went back to the theater. I carried the drinks and Mom handled the popcorn. Little did I know I was in for another surprise as we fought our way back to our seats. Becky had relocated, and was now sitting where Mom would have been next to Dad. Mom was surprised also, but instead of saying anything, she sat down were Becky was first sitting. The new seating order was Dad Becky me and then Mom.

I handed Becky her drink and leaned over to ask what's going on.

"That guy over there was giving me the creeps," she said, as she pointed to the gentleman sitting next to Mom. "You two were gone so long I couldn't take being close to him so I moved next to your dad. Does your mom want her seat back?"

I told Mom what had happened and relayed the message, but Mom was okay with the new seating. Halfway through the movie, I had finished my soft drink and was going to set the empty container on the floor next to my feet. As I leaned over, my eye happened to see were Becky's hand was. She had covered her lap with her coat, but her arm made it obvious it was located somewhere in Dad's lap. 

As I sat up, I began paying closer attention to what was taking place beside me. I noticed Dad's coat would shuffle a little every once in awhile. I felt myself getting hard. Becky must be rubbing his thigh. I thought, as I watched intensely. The coat moved more, and Dad shifted in his chair. Becky was getting him excited sitting right next to me, and I liked it. I almost gasped as the coat stopped moving side to side but began pumping up and down. Faster and faster it went. 

I saw Dad grab the arms of the chair, and his body sunk lower. Faster and faster still her hand pumped. Finally, his hand clutched the top of his coat and held it down. I could see his body quivering for a couple seconds before he moved his hands back to the arms of the chair and her hand slipped away.

Becky leaned over to me and said. "So how'd you like the show?"

I could only shake my head, as I was flabbergasted. My heart pounded, and I could feel precum dribbling in my pants. 

The lights came on, and people began to stand up. I completely didn't realize the movie had ended and now wondered whether Becky was talking about the movie or what she had done for Dad. He stood up and held his coat next to his waist as we walked out. Then he said he had to go use the rest room. I thought this would give me a chance to talk to Becky, but Mom was right next to us as we waited for Dad's return.

Dad came back, and had his coat on. It was quiet on the drive home, and Becky rested her head on my shoulder. I just held her hand as the image of her and Dad danced in my brain. I began to wonder if maybe I wasn't enough for her and that she might want my dad instead.

We stopped at Becky's house, but before I walked her to the door, Becky asked my mom to stop over and see the clothes they had talked about. She said her mom would be out, so it would be just the two of them. Mom agreed. As I walked Becky to her door, I was unable to ask about what had taken place with Dad. I just gave her a kiss and held her tight as I feared the worst. I didn't want to lose her, and again let my heart talk.

"Becky... I love you." I said as I felt my eyes swell up.

"I love you too Tommy.," Becky replied, as she read my eyes. "What's wrong?"

"I just don't want to lose you."

Becky kissed close to my ear and whispered. "I'm not going anywhere lover, and make sure you come with your mom tomorrow," she said, as she turned and entered her house.

I went to the car feeling a little better by her reassurance and thought it would all be talked about the next day.

That night, I didn't sleep much. Not because Mom came in. She kept her word and stayed in her own bed. I couldn't sleep from rehashing the exciting, sex filled day. I could only imagine what I had in store for me tomorrow.

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The next morning, I awoke early. I could smell breakfast and knew it had to be Sunday morning. I hopped out of bed and went right for the shower.

While I was enjoying the hot spray across my back, I caught the outline of a person standing by the shower door. I slid it open, and there was Dad. This isn't good. I thought, as I asked "What's up?" while I turned the water off.

"I wanted to talk to you alone before talking to your mother."

"About what, Dad?" I forced out of my mouth, reaching for a towel.

"I have to leave town for a week on business, and the last time that happened your mother didn't talk to me for a week. I was hoping you could help me out and convince her it is necessary."

"I can try Dad."

"Good... Good.." he said, as he turned for the door.

"Hey, Dad. What did you think of the movie last night?"

Dad stopped quickly and said without turning around said. "I.. Umm.. I thought it was okay for a chick flick."

"Yeah... me to," I replied, as he walked away.

As I dressed, I could hear my parents downstairs, and the tones of their voices didn't sound inviting. I went downstairs just as Mom finished lecturing Dad as to why she didn't find his leaving too appealing.




Getting Mom Interested Ch. 02



"Tommy, can you please explain to your mother how important it is that I attend this business trip?"

"Mom, I know you don't want Dad to go, but if his new promotion requires him to leave once in a while, I don't see the problem. I mean it's not like you're going to be home alone while he's gone. I'll still be here."

I watched as Mom's face went from anger to one of joy.

"I guess you're right. I'll still have my strong young man at home to take care of me." Mom said.

"Soo.. wait.. what?" Dad replied.

"It's okay dear. I'm fine with your leaving us. I'll discuss this more with you when I get back.

"Get back?... From where?" 

"Don't you remember? Becky invited me over today."

"Oh.. yeah.. Okay then." Dad said.

"I'll walk you over there, Mom."

"Thank you, honey." Mom said, as she took my hand and we walked out the door.

On the walk over, Mom kept holding my hand and began to ask me questions.

"So. How come you stuck up for your father back there? You want him to leave us for a week?"

"Well, no.. Not really, but he did ask me to help him convince you that it was a good idea. I also think it might be fun. Don't you?" I replied, as I watched a big smile spread across Mom's face.

"I think it just might." Mom said, as we walked up to Becky's door.

I didn't even get a chance to knock before the door opened. "Hey!... I'm glad you both came. I was hoping Tommy would be with you. I think he's going to like seeing you in the new clothes I got."

"I didn't know I was going to be putting on a show for my son, but that does sound very tempting." Mom said, as we entered their house.

"So, your mom isn't around today, Becky?" Mom said. "I was hoping to meet her."

"No, she's not right now. But she feels the same about meeting you. I've told her so much about you already," Becky said as she walked us into their living room.

"Okay Tommy, if you don't mind, just take a seat here while I show your mom where the clothes are. We'll be right out." With that, they both left for Becky's room.

I found it hard to believe Mom could fit into anything Becky had. Mom is slim and fit, but Becky is still much more petite. Unless Becky is talking about her mother's wardrobe!, I thought. "Oh shit!" I said, as I remembered how short and sexy those outfits were.

Becky came out a few minutes later and walked over to me on the couch. Mom wasn't in sight yet.

"She's just finishing up changing. She'll be out in a minute. I think you're going to enjoy this morning," Becky said as she plopped onto the couch next to me. "Remember I said I had a surprise for you. Well, today is IT."

Before I could ask more, surprise, Mom walked out, and my mouth dropped open. Mom had on the same super short white skirt and stocking's that Cathy had worn the other day. My cock stiffened as Mom's chest pressed tightly to the sheer shirt material and her areolas could clearly be seen. Mom sashayed closer and stood in front of us as my mouth watered seeing her nipples poking hard against the flimsy shirt.

As Mom spun around and said. "What do you think?" The skirt lifted up and I saw nothing but the white lace garter and Mom's naked ass.

My cock raged in my pants as the only thing I could say was, "That's so fucking hot." 

"I totally agree," Becky said, as she stood up and embraced my mother. Before I knew it, they were rubbing against each other and kissing passionately. Becky moved Mom over to the couch and gave her a light shove which caused Mom to fall on the sofa. She knelt down and spread Mom's thighs wide. Leaning her body in closer. Becky then moved up Mom's body. With her hands on Mom's upper thighs, they again locked lips in a passionate kiss. As they kissed, Becky worked her hand to the strap holding the stocking on Mom's leg and detached it. She broke the kiss and sat back on her knees as her hand slowly slipped the white stocking down Mom's leg. 

"Let's try something new," Becky said as she took the stocking, wrapping it around Mom's head to cover her eyes. Knotting it behind Mom's head, she said. "Just let my touches flow through your body." As she kissed Mom again, she lightly ran her fingers from Mom's neck down to her breasts. Becky lowered her head and sucked on a nipple thru the material before she pulled the shirt up and off of Mom.

"There, that's better." Becky said as she reached for something she had on the end table. I looked on in amazement as Becky pulled a long fluffy feather up and lightly ran it over Mom's neck. I could see the goose bumps forming on Mom's arm as her body shivered.

"Oh!... that tickles, Becky," Mom cooed as Becky leaned over and sucked on the spot where she was touching Mom with the feather. Becky then ran the feather down Mom's neck to her bosom, and ran the feather lightly in a circle around her areolas. "Ohh.." Mom moaned, as again Becky leaned over and sucked a nipple in her mouth. Becky slowly worked her way down Mom's body. Touching her with the feather, she would then kiss or suck the spot the feather had touched. Under her breasts, down to her stomach, then to her lower abdomen. Becky was soon tracing the feather on Mom's thighs where the skirt barely covered her pussy. Mom parted her legs wider and wider as Becky toyed with the feather softly and slowly pushing up higher under the skirt. Mom's hips began to twitch as the feather inched closer and closer to her mound.

"Becky... Oh you're driving me crazy! Kiss the spot. Kiss my leg." Mom begged, as Becky stayed silent and kept toying with the feather. Finally it glazed Mom's pussy lips, and I saw her buck quickly and moan. "Becky!... please... lick me.. lick me..," Mom pleaded over and over. Her body squirmed as the feather played at her love hole. Her moans grew louder and louder. I was super hard as I watched the sensual playing. My dick was dripping sperm, and I began to grab at my crotch, undoing my pants to free my aching dick.

Then, as I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye, I almost shot my load. Cathy was standing there naked and wearing a huge strap-on as she approached Becky and Mom. Standing next to her daughter, Cathy took the feather from Becky and quietly changed places with her. I almost said something when I saw Becky put her finger to her mouth to shush me.  As Cathy toyed with Mom, Becky slipped next to me and grabbed my cock. She leaned over and kissed my ear and whispered ever so silently. "Here's your surprise lover. My mom's going to fuck yours."

I was so excited as I watched Mom whimpering and moaning. Then it happened. Cathy put the feather down and eased her head between Mom's thighs. Mom let out a long groan as Cathy sucked her mound. Becky leaned over, and inhaling my dick as I tried to keep my own grunts at bay.

"Oh.. Becky.." Mom moaned. As Cathy sucked on her twat. Mom put her hands on Cathy's head and pulled her tighter to her pussy. Her hips swayed up and down, helping Cathy's tongue fuck her snatch. "Yes!.. ohh yes!.. Deeper - put your tongue in deeper!" As Mom's orgasm grew closer and closer, her hips went faster and her grip tightened on Cathy's head. There was no doubt, Mom was going to climax. Cathy quickly pulled away, and set her hands on Mom's thighs.

Mom begged. "Please.. oh please!.. I was just about to cum.."

Cathy grabbed Mom's legs, and pulled them high. Resting them on her shoulders, she eased the dildo closer to Mom's pussy. "I heard Mom exhale out loud and then quickly huff, as the dildo touched her cunt. "Oh.. Becky.. you have a toy. Yes.. Fuck me. Fuck me with your cock.." she said, as Cathy lined the plastic head to her entrance and pushed in. "Ohh!.... Ohhh!... Yess!.. Fuck me!.. Fuck me! Becky.. I'm close.. I'm so close. Ah.. Ah.. Ahhh!!!. Mom screamed, as the dildo pushed faster and deeper into her pussy. 

I couldn't take anymore. As quietly as I could, I shot my load down Becky's thirsty throat. My hands went to my mouth, and I held my groans as my body shook.

Mom was wailing and bucking hard as the plastic dick raced in and out of her. Then she screamed as her orgasm rocked her body. Becky sat up and went over to Mom and as her body twitched and pumped from Cathy's working the cock into her. 

Becky then untied the stocking from her face and said. "I'd like you to meet my Mom"

I'll never forget the look on Mom's face as her eyes widened while Cathy kept fucking her.

"Hel.. lo.. dear." Cathy huffed out as she fucked Mom faster with the strap-on.

"Ohh. Ugh.. Ugh.. Ugh.." Mom screamed as another orgasm slammed through her body.

Now I was able to talk, and I didn't hold back. "Fuck her Cathy.. Fuck Mom.. Make her cum again." I said as my cock recovered to stiffness. Becky stripped and stood next to me as we watched her mother give my mother multiple climaxes. One after the other. Mom yelled so much, her voice was going hoarse. As yet another climax ripped through her, I heard Mom plead. 

"Please oh.. enough.. I.. I.. can't cumm... any more... Ohh.. Fuckkkk Ahhh!!!.." and Mom's body went limp. Her breath raced, and her eyes were closed as Cathy slipped the plastic cock out of her.

"I hope you enjoyed our first meeting. My daughter told me how much she enjoyed you licking her pussy." Cathy said, as she sat next to Mom and stroked her hair. Mom struggled to sit up and Cathy grabbed her arms and helped pull her up. With her exhausted body still panting profusely Cathy leaned in and kissed Mom. In no time at all, they were both holding onto each other as their tongues danced, their hands strolling over their bodies.

"I think they like each other" Becky commented, as she turned to me and we kissed. It was my turn to pleasure her, and I willfully went to work on her body. I kissed down her neck to her soft breasts. I could hear Cathy and Mom getting more aggressive as their whimpering and light moans increased. Slowly I kissed down Becky's body, until I was on my knees and between her legs - smelling her sweet aroma. My tongue flicked across her pussy lips and her body twitched. I lifted my head when I heard a loud moan and saw Mom between Cathy's legs sucking on her love-hole. I went back to Becky's mound and found her clit. I pushed harder with my tongue until the little nub stiffened, and her body rocked on my face. Her juices flowed out of her sweet box, and her moans became louder. My dick was eager to find a hot hole, and I wasted no time as I placed Becky into the same position Mom was in minutes ago. As her legs rested on my shoulders, I held her waist and pushed my stiff dick effortlessly into her drenched cunt.

"Oh.. Oh.." Becky moaned as I pulled and pushed faster and harder. I felt her pussy clutching my cock as my sperm raced up my shaft. Faster and faster I fucked her as her body twitched with excitement. I looked over at our mom's and Cathy was clutching Mom's hair as her hips pushed up and down. Cathy was fucking Mom's face. I heard her scream as her legs quivered.

"Oh.. I'm cumming... I'm cumming!..." Becky moaned, as her pussy tightened on my shaft and I pushed hard into her climaxing cunt. My own cum exploded, and I pumped and pumped with all I had into her hot hole. I held my body stiff as we both enjoyed our mutual releases.

Mom removed her face from Cathy's spent mound and slid up her body. I watched as both women embraced and kissed.

I pulled out of Becky and leaned into her as we embraced and kissed. We all stayed like that for quite some time before I heard Mom speak.

"So... Is this how you greet all your guests for the first time?"

"No. Just our special guests," Cathy said, "I hope I'll be seeing a lot more of you."

"Oh, I'm sure you will." Mom replied.

We finally dressed and did a formal introduction before Mom said she had to leave. She finished by saying she'd be back soon.

As Mom departed, Becky wasted no time explaining how she came up with the idea of our moms getting together.

"Tommy if our moms can satisfy themselves during the day while we're at college, your poor dick might get that break you've been asking for."

"This might work." I said, as Cathy left us and went to her room.

Now I had a chance to ask my dreaded question. "Becky.. I have to know something."

"What." She replied.

"I.. I saw what you did with my father at the theater last night."

Becky had a puzzled expression and said.

"Are you referring to me jerking him off?"

"Yes.." 

"I know you did silly. I saw how it was affecting you when I was rubbing his leg. So I kept going. I asked if you like the show. Am I missing something here?" she said.

I let out a loud sigh and said. "No.. No you're not. I.. I wasn't sure if.." I couldn't finish.

"What?.. Tell me what Tommy."

"If you were doing it because you want to fuck my dad."

Becky took my hands in hers and looked me in the eyes. "I'm yours lover, and nobody else's. I only did that to make you feel good. If it bothers you, I'll never do it again. Okay?"

"It bothered me when I thought I might be losing you. You were right. It did excite me. I couldn't believe how excited I got."

Becky moved closer to my ear and whispered. "So what are you telling me Tommy? You want to see me fuck your dad?" 

I felt my dick jump as I mumbled, "Yess..."

"Ohhh... Lover.. I'll see what I can do... But we're going to have to get your Mom on board with this. I'm not sure she would be willing to share. We might have to have another movie night."

Becky got me hard again. My poor cock was stiff and wanted to fuck. Not just fuck, but FUCK! And so we did. Over and over, as Becky kept talking about how she was going to seduce Dad into fucking her while Mom and I watched. As the sun set, I left Becky's house and struggled to walk home. My cock was rubbed raw, and I just wanted to get out of my jeans. I entered my house and went straight for my bed as I stripped my clothes off and lay naked under the sheets. The entire night my cock throbbed in pain, but I never regretted a single moment.

Now we have to get mom interested in the idea.I thought as I slipped off to sleep.



Getting Mom Interested Ch. 03



All characters are fictional and 18 years or older.

I would like to thank woodlands1946 for taking the time to review my story

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A week has passed since my little vixen, Becky, had me thinking about her fucking my Dad while Mom and I watched.  Dad also had an out of town trip planned and it was fast approaching.  I still wasn't sure how we were going to pull this off.  I also wouldn't know how Mom would like the idea of her husband fucking another woman.  However, I didn't see she had too much reason to be upset due to she and I fucking like bunnies behind his back.

I was lying in bed contemplating the whole idea and found myself reminiscing back to the movie theater.  This caused me to stroke my cock as I vividly pictured Becky jerking Dad off next to me.  As I was fast approaching a climax, I heard something "ting" off the window and went to investigate.   I caught movement below in the yard and saw Becky waving for me to come down.

I crept quietly down the stairs so I wouldn't disturb my sleeping parents and opened the front door, whispering "What's wrong?"  

Becky quickly kissed me and pushed her way inside replying, "Nothing, silly.  I just felt extremely horny, and knew where to find my fix."

"Oh?" I commented, as my girlfriend couldn't even wait.  Before we were even in the living room, her hands were digging down into my pj's and stroking my semi hard rod.

"Hey...  You're not kidding are you?"

"No!... I'm so fucking horny Tommy, I can't wait to have you inside me!"   She slipped to her knees in front of me and inhaled my dick.

"Oh fuck!"  I groaned as her head bobbed up and down on my shaft sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.  I quickly pulled my lover up to her feet and suggested we continue this in the living room.  As we made our way there, Becky was already shedding her clothes.

It was crazy how we ravaged our bodies knowing my parents were just upstairs sleeping.  As Becky put her arms around my neck and straddled me, she sank her wet pussy over my stiff dick and let out a loud pleasurable moan.  This, I first thought, was just a slip, since I knew how very horny she was.  I didn't say anything until another noisy whimper blared out of her lips as she rode me hard.

"Shhh!... Becky, we're going to wake my parents," I pleaded, but even that didn't stop her.  In fact, she went faster and was more and more vocal.  This sent my cum racing up to my mushroom head, and I couldn't stop from joining her with moans of pleasure.

 We were like maniacs as we pierced the silence with our sounds of sex until I felt my hot seed explode inside her pussy.  Her cunt spasmed and gripped my cock tightly as if it didn't want any of my cum to escape.  

Our noises of sexual pleasure subsided as my cock finally pumped the last of it juices, but in the new quietness, I could hear the light sounds of sex drifting down the stairs.

"Oh... Shit my parents are fucking also," I said as Becky lightly gyrated herself on my spent pecker.

"Maybe we got them excited," Becky replied as she made a different grind, twisting, circular... I don't know what you call the move.  But it was fucking awesome and got me hard once more.  I think that was her initial plan since she hadn't yet cum herself.

So, once again, we were fucking hard and thunderous.  I swear, her groans were matching the loud moans Mom was making upstairs.  It was as if we all were fucking in sync.  As we fucked ourselves silly, I felt Becky's pussy clutching my shaft and knew she was going to cum any second.  I started to push myself up more forcefully to meet her ass as it slammed down, while my hands held her waist.  Becky tightened and her body went rigid while her fingers clawed into my shoulders and she yelled.  "Oh Fuck I'm cumming Tommy!!!  OUGH!  OUGH!  OUGH  YES!!!"

Seconds later, I could hear Mom saying almost the exact same words to Dad as she screamed in pleasure from his pounding.

Becky and I held our bodies together as we came down from our sexual high.  I slowly eased my lover off my limp tool, suggesting we get ourselves dressed before someone comes.  That made Becky laugh.  I guess it was kind of stupid to say that since it was obvious as to what we were doing.  But Becky did get dressed and we called it a night.  

I offered to walk her home, but Becky insisted I shouldn't as she felt it would cause my parents to investigate and might ruin the fun we had just experienced together.  Just by her saying that, I knew her wicked little mind of was up to something again.  I found myself not wanting to pry.  So far, her little dirty deeds have been a total thrill, and I wanted to be surprised when it happened.  I kissed her goodnight and watched from the doorway as she walked away down the street.  I then waited downstairs for another half-hour before I went back to my own room.  As I passed my parents' bedroom, I heard Dad snoring through their doorway.

Morning came, I got dressed, and met my parents in the kitchen.  They sat drinking their coffee at the table.  I had just poured a coffee and sat down when Mom asked if I would like some eggs before I went to school.  I declined saying.  "Thanks Mom, but I don't want to be late."

Dad then spoke and said. "A little noisy last night weren't you?"

"Um... yeah.  Sorry about that.  I guess we got a little carried away."

Dad just chuckled and replied. "It's okay.  I remember when your mother and I were that age.  We had trouble keep quiet ourselves."

Mom quickly hushed Dad and said,  "I'm sure our son doesn't want to hear about our sex life."

"No Mom," I replied,  "I think it's great that we can talk like this.  I have a bunch of friends whose parents won't even talk to their kids about anything.  I'm happy we're not like them."

"Well maybe next time you should give us a heads up and we can make ourselves scarce for the night."

Now I had to laugh when Dad said that and replied.  "Thanks Dad, but I didn't even know myself about last night until Becky showed up feeling a little umm... willing."

"Oh...  she had a little itch to scratch, did she?," Dad said and again, Mom scolded him for making such a remark.

Once more, I agreed with him and told Mom it was okay.   I took my last sip of coffee, and put my cup in the sink.  Then I gave Mom a quick peck, said I was heading to class, and told Dad to have a good day at work.

Before class, I met up with Becky and told her about the conversation I had with my parents.  Her face beamed with delight.

"I see we made an impression on them.  Maybe that's the secret!  We slowly bring them into our sex life without them realizing we're doing it to them."

"Huh?"

"You'll see lover.  I might have an idea," she said as she kissed me before she went to her first class.

I know, I said I wanted it to be a surprise, but I couldn't help but think what she could have meant by her remark.  "Bring them into our sex life?"  My mind was plagued the rest of the day with those words.  Even after I asked Becky again what she meant, her only reply was "You'll see.  Trust me."

After school, I went home and got another surprise when Mom was waiting for me wearing only a long white sleep shirt.  With a shocked look on my face, I heard Mom say, "Get over here Tommy.  I've been waiting for this all day." 

I went to Mom and she quickly undid my pants, then inhaled my tool deeply into her mouth.

"Oh shit, Mom!"  I said as she deep throated and hummed on my cock.

Then she slipped my now stiff pecker out of her mouth, vigorously stroked it and said, "I was so turned on last night hearing both of you downstairs I almost ran out of bed to join you."

"Oh shit Mom.  I... tried to keep Becky quiet but...." I groaned as I felt my cum rise up my rigid pole.

"But then your father pleasantly surprised me when he showed how much he was also enjoying hearing you both fuck.  I can't remember when he has been so hard and passionate.  I became extremely wet when he suggested that I be just as loud as you were downstairs."

"Jesus Mom... you're going to make me cum any second."

"Good, because I'm going to fuck you until your father comes home."

"Ohhh... Shit!!!"  I groaned as I shot my seed just as Mom pushed my pole back inside her mouth, completely sucking my cock dry.

She wasted no time bringing me back to full stiffness with her mouth.  Her fingers toyed with my balls, which made me shiver with pleasure.  When she was sure I was fully erect and ready for business, she bent over the kitchen table, presenting herself to my hard cock. I stepped up, gently entered her, and fucked her steadily from behind.   She then turned around and sat up on the table, her legs out wide and high.  I continued pounding her on top of the table.  Then we went down on the kitchen floor itself.  We kept fucking until Mom realized Dad would be home any minute.  The she laughed when she mentioned she would have no good excuse why supper wasn't prepared.

I went to my room and cleaned up.  When I heard Dad come in I was about to call Becky and tell her how Mom had fucked me silly.  Then, I realized that telling her that would have gotten her all hot and bothered.  She would be so horny she'd come over and screw my brains out.  I wouldn't be walking upright come tomorrow if I did that.  After supper I finally talked to her and I told her a fib.  I said I was feeling a little under the weather and suggested I rest up.  

I should have known when she agreed too quickly that she was up to something.  I wasn't surprised when she shortly showed up at my front door.

"I thought you said it was a good idea for me to rest?"

"Yes.  I did.  But, I'm here to help you get better," she giving me a half smile.

Oh fuck, I thought.

I had told Mom the same fib about not feeling well, and said I was going to my room to lie down, and that Becky was going to keep me company for awhile.

I saw Mom also grin and say, "Then, I hope you feel better soon.  I'll come and check on you later."

Becky and I went to my room.  I closed my door while Becky hopped on the bed.  She then motioned with her finger, "Come here".  Sitting down next to her, I quickly had to fend off her prying hands as they tried to relieve me of my pants.

"Becky, please!  Mom might come in any moment!"  Again, lied about not feeling well.

I could see Becky didn't like my reasons for not having a little fun, but eventually settled into the idea.  Another false notion, I thought at the time.  We both lay under the covers with Becky's head resting on my chest.  I heard a voice whisper from the doorway "It looks like they're both sleeping.  Maybe we should just let leave them alone for now.  I'll wake Becky and send her home before we go to bed ourselves."

The voice was that of my mother.  They both must have opened my door and were standing there.  Because the next whisper I heard was Dad saying.  "You know we could fool around ourselves until then."

My heart then began to pound harder.  When I lightly felt Becky inch her hand, under the covers, closer to my dick.  She knew I wouldn't move with my parents still present.  I held my breath and ground my teeth as her fingers lightly traced the outline of my growing appendage.  It became nearly unbearable.  As she continued, I finally couldn't stop the grunts that escaped my lips.

Luckily, when I again opened my eyes my door was once again closed.  I hadn't been aware that my parents had already left.  However, as I looked at Becky, her gleaming smile told me she knew.

"Becky!... Jesus!... What if they saw you doing that to me?"

"So?...  It's not like your mom hasn't seen us before.  Or joined in the act herself."

"Okay... but Dad was also there!  That makes it a different matter."

"Shhh, lover.  You heard him.  They're thinking about getting frisky themselves."

"Becky!... Oh shit!"  I replied as her fingers dug under my shorts again and grasped my stiff member.

"Please!"  I couldn't finish my sentence as Becky's hand stroked me to total hardness.

Then, as if what Becky was doing wasn't bad enough, I started to hear Mom moaning in her bedroom.

"See?...  They're already fucking."  Becky said, giggling under her breath.  "I think we should join them, like the other night."

I tried to protest since I felt this was getting too dangerous.  But, I also found it very erotic listening to Mom wailing in pleasure in the room right next to us.  I was lost hearing the sounds of sex coming from my parents' room, and was aware Becky had already worked my shorts completely off.  Then I felt her warm mouth touch my cock and slide my shaft deep in her mouth.  It sent a rush of pleasure through my body, and this brought out my raging lust once again.

As Becky worked her magic on my steel pole I started to push my hips up sending my cock deeper inside her mouth.  She hummed on my dick, sending shivers through by body. 

So much was happening at once that I was losing control of myself.  I could feel Becky shifting around under the cover and knew she was removing her clothes while she continued to skillfully bob up and down on my dick.  

Then, we both heard Mom in the next room loudly say, "Fuck me harder!!,".  I felt my cum ready to blow, but Becky suddenly stopped.  I was at a loss as to what she was doing until her head peeked out from the sheet.  She said,  "It's time to take this up a notch," and walked quickly to my door.

I called out in a shouted whisper.  "Becky!", but it was too late.  Becky swung my door open and I could hear Mom more loudly and clearly expressing her need to cum to Dad.

My little vixen then sashayed back to me and pulled the covers aside.  "It's my turn," she said as she positioned herself on top of me in a sixty-nine, taking my entire length back into her sweet mouth.  I buried my tongue inside her love canal, and once again felt my cum building to the point of no return.  She lifted her head and moaningly said, "Oh yes Tommy!  Right there!  Oh your tongue is go good!  I'm sooooooo close!  Keep going! Keep going!" 

I licked across her hard clit as she ground herself across my face while her hand raced up and down my shaft.  "Oh... Oh!  OH!!!"  She said as her pussy juices flooded my mouth, and I heard Mom yell back.  "I'm cumming!"

I couldn't understand why I hadn't cum myself.  Then I remembered how much Mom and I had fucked earlier today.  I must not have yet built up any sperm to shoot.  I could feel my dick pumping as if it was trying to spurt, but nothing was coming out.  

The good part about shooting blanks is the recovery time is extremely quick.  Within seconds I was stiff as a board and ready to go another round.  From the sounds coming from the other room, so was Mom.  Either Dad hadn't cum yet himself, or Mom had brought him back up to service her needs some more.  I'm sure it was Mom's sucking him back up hard again.

At that point I was a total sex freak.  I didn't care if Dad heard us or not.  My dick was ready for some sweet pussy, and Becky filled the need.  Quickly, she straddled my body and eased her wet sex hole over my rock hard dick.  I put my hands on the sides of her waist and pulled her down until I felt my entire shaft sink inside her steaming cunt.

We grunted and huffed as our bodies collided together while listening to my mother once again pleading for my dad to make her cum.  Becky went ballistic and grasped her tits tight in her hands.  Her pussy stayed glued to my dick.  Her hips gyrated in a circular motion.  I was going nuts as every inch of her hot cunt came in contact with my throbbing rod.  I couldn't help but yell loudly.  "Oh fuck!! Becky!!!"

"That's it Tommy!!  Let me feel your cum inside me!!", I heard her plead as she ground herself harder on my pole.

I felt my dick once again begin to pump and pulsate as loud grunts filled the air, but I wasn't the only one.  Becky started to moan as well.  Her own climax was close, and she twisted her breasts when she finally came, screaming, "Oh!!!  Oh fuck Tommy!  I'm cumming!  Ugh!  Ugh!  Ugh!"  

I held her tight to me as our climaxes ended, but once again stayed hard.  I then maneuvered our bodies around until she was lying on her back, her legs draped over my shoulders.  This position let me go super deep, and I took advantage of that by grasping her tits with both hands.  While I pulled her towards me, I just slammed my stiff wood deep inside her.

Becky began screaming and wailing.  "Oh fuck Tommy!!  You're so deep!  I'm cumming again.  Oh Christ!", I heard her say, just as I heard Mom loudly screaming that she was cumming again too.

I fucked straight through Becky's orgasm, feeling like a super stud as I fucked her without showing any end to our lovemaking.  She wailed, "What are you doing to me Tommy."  I caught movement at the doorway and couldn't believe what I saw.  Both my parents were standing there watching me fuck my beautiful girlfriend.  It sent whatever cum was left in my balls racing up to my mushroomed head.  Fucking in front of my parents brought out another deep dark desire, and I pinched and twisted Becky's nipples between my fingers.  Becky opened her eyes and also noticed our guests.  I knew it had the same effect on her because her pussy quickly tightened on my cock.

I couldn't take anymore of this wild sex and groaned.  "Oh!... Oh fuck!...  Becky!... Here it cums!!"

"Yes Tommy!!  Cum inside me!!  I want to feel your hot seed!"  My body stiffened, and I felt whatever sperm I had left explode deep inside her hot pussy.  I finally crashed on top of her chest.

Our breaths and hearts raced as we lay there until I heard her say.  "You think they liked the show?" I turned toward my door to see it was empty.

After 10 minutes of us laying like that, Becky eased herself up and got dressed.  I lay there admiring her, thinking how lucky I was to have such a wonderful woman.  She finished dressing and fixing her hair, then came back to my side.  Her look told me she was once again satisfied, and I pulled her towards me.  

We kissed passionately before she broke away and said.  "Goodnight lover.  I hope you feel better."

I was getting myself up when she told me she'd let herself out.  I should just stay there and rest.  I didn't have a chance to argue because she had already stepped out my door and was gone.

When morning came, I was surprised no one spoke of what had happened.  All three of us just sat around the dining room table and enjoyed our breakfast.  Finally, Dad broke the silence and said, "So, Tommy, you mind dropping me off at the airport before school?  Your mom doesn't like driving on the freeway."

Shit!  I forgot dad was leaving today for his business trip.

"Not at all Dad."

"Good...  Good...  I hope you can manage things around here while I'm gone.  But remember it's only for a couple days."

I looked at Mom and she replied, "Oh... I'm sure he'll manage just fine dear.  Our little boy has grown up to be a very capable young man."

I could feel my face turning red and sort of hung my head while I finished the last of my breakfast.

"I have to agree with you honey.  I think we did a fine job raising him," I heard Dad say.

Things went back quiet then, and I finally finished my breakfast, putting the plate in the sink.  Mom walked over and asked me to put Dad's bags in the car, which I was happy to do.  When I went upstairs to my parents' room and grabbed the suitcase Dad had packed, I could still smell the scent of sex in their room.  That caused me to think back to last night, and I felt myself rapidly stiffening again.  I quickly shook my head as I went to the front door and could hear my parents talking softly in the other room.  I figured Mom must have wanted to have a last word with Dad before he departed.

I put his bag in the back seat and sat waiting for him to come out.  But, I found myself sitting alone in the car for another 10 minutes.   Dad finally popped his head out of the door, and I watched as he gave Mom a last kiss on the stoop before walking to the car.  I started the car and watched Mom wave to us as we drove off.




Getting Mom Interested Ch. 03



We had driven about a mile when Dad decided to have a talk.  He started with "You know son, I think that girl you have there is a keeper."

"Yea, I have to agree Dad.  I have never felt this way with any of my other girlfriends."

"So what's the deal with her family?" Dad asked.  I told him how Becky's parents were separated because her father left them for a younger woman.

"Some guys are just stupid like that.  They just don't see what a good thing they have until it's too late."

"I think you're right Dad," I said then.  I began thinking maybe Dad wouldn't be that interested in having my girlfriend after all.  He was making it sound as if there was no way he would risk what he had with Mom.  That made me feel like a heel after all the fucking Mom and I had done behind his back.  I began to wonder if I should clear my conscience.  But, then I decided it wouldn't be a good idea at the time since Dad was leaving town.

We pulled up to the airport and Dad told me to just drop him off at the curb.  He said he could manage it fine from there.  I watched as he grabbed his bag from the car and I told him to have a safe trip.  Dad smiled and said goodbye as he walked toward the airport entrance.

I made it to class, but was a couple minutes late.  I didn't get a chance to see Becky until the end of the day, and told her what Dad had said to me in the car.

Becky looked puzzled, and I could tell her mind was going 90 miles an hour before she said, "Hmm...  I think we'll have to see how your dad acts after his trip then."

I then told Becky how I felt bad about what I was doing with Mom behind his back.

"Well it takes two to tangle lover, and I see how much passion your mom has for you.  I'm sure if she was worried about her husband, she wouldn't be taking things this far."

"Maybe," I said, "but I still feel like a backstabber after hearing Dad's talk."

Becky then pulled me close and put her arms around me before saying.  "I'm sure it will all work out for the best before it's over."  We then had a short make out session before I finally departed for home.

Mom greeted me at the door and gave me a hug as I entered.  I did love the feel of her body pressed so tightly to mine, however I made it a point not to squeeze her back.  Mom quickly picked up on it, and asked what was wrong.  I felt a lump in my throat and my face flushed as I expressed the guilt I was feeling over what we had been doing.

Mom actually laughed out loud and said, "And, now you're worried about your father?"

"I know how it sounds Mom.  It's just that Dad and I talked on the way to the airport.  He got me thinking."

Mom asked what the talk was about, and afterwards she hit me with a secret her and Dad had shared for many years.  I was floored when Mom said that way back when they both were in their 20's, Dad told her about a fantasy he had.  He wanted to watch her fuck her own father.

I felt that dark side emerging once again as Mom told how, over a period of several months, finally seduced her dad into having sex while Dad watched them hidden in the bedroom closet.  

"So...  You fucked your dad Mom?"  I said, still in disbelief .

"Yes honey, and we also felt guilty afterwards just like you are feeling right now.  But your dad and I also fixed that problem."

"How?"  I questioned.

"Well, your dad started to dote on my mother, and over time she grew very fond of him.  Once he was sure she wouldn't freak out if he made any advances towards her, we decided to test the waters.

That night we all sat on the couch and were about to watch a movie.  I picked out the movie just for the occasion, and asked my father to dim the lights so it would feel like the theater.  The atmosphere was set, and we all got comfortable as the movie began.  Your dad and I knew there was a bunch of steamy sex scenes in the movie and we figured it would set things in motion.

As the scenes in the movie heated up, I could hear my dad and mom breathing heavily.  Their eyes were glued to the TV and they looked like they were hypnotized.  Your father took that as a good sign and started to lightly fondle me sitting right next to my parents.  I looked over and noticed they had started some sexual petting of their own.

As Mom spun her tale, I could picture the scene unfold in my brain, and couldn't help but rub my groin as Mom went on.  But she noticed what I was doing and suggested we sit down before continuing on with her tale.  We sat on the sofa and Mom put her hand on my upper thigh.  She let it rest only inches away from my stiff pole as it pressed up tightly under my jeans.

She then continued with her story, and described how Dad slowly worked his hands under her blouse while her father did the same to her mother.  As she spoke, I felt my Mom's hand inch closer to my prick.  Then she said Dad boldly eased her pants open and slid his hand inside.  

I watched then as Mom slowly pulled my zipper down.  She said her mother was then softly whimpering, and her father opened her mother's blouse and exposed her breasts to the room.

My cock was now begging to be set free, and Mom obliged.  I felt her fingers moving and teasing around until it was standing straight in the air.   She continued to stroke it while she went on with her hot tale.

"We were all lost in the moment when I looked over at my daddy and his eyes caught mine," she said.  "He smiled at me as he slithered his body down Mom's while pulling her panties off.  He then buried his face between her legs.   Your dad also saw it, and did exactly the same to me."

"Jesus Mom!"  I said as her hands and words were sending me over the edge.

"Yes Tommy, that's how I felt.  My pussy was drenched and your dad knew I was too far gone to stop this from happening.  I never thought he would have been so bold as to do what he did.  I then watched as your father went over to my dad, motioning him to come to me while my mom had her eyes closed."

"No way!"  I said as Mom twisted her fingers around my cock that was now dripping pre-cum.

"Yes...  And I couldn't believe it when Daddy cautiously eased over and snuggled his face between my legs.  At that moment, your father took my daddy's place between my mom's legs.  I couldn't believe Mom didn't know they had switched.  Apparently, she hadn't since I heard her moan my dad's name.  Either that, or she was putting on one hell of an act.  She then moaned and begged for him to make her cum."

My own cum was ready, and I was doing my best to keep from blowing.  I wasn't sure how much longer I could last as Mom went on. 

"I watched then as your father spread my mom's legs wider and buried his dick deep inside her while my daddy did the same to me.  I'll never forget how Mom screamed your father's name when she finally realized it was your dad and not Daddy fucking her.  But I quickly said to her - it's okay he's wanted to fuck you for a long time Mom.  Just like I've wanted to fuck Daddy."

That was it.  I grunted loudly and thrust my ass off the couch.  My sperm went flying everywhere while Mom just kept jerking my cock.  But Mom wasn't finished and continued telling me how they fucked like bunnies that entire night.   Dad had her mom screaming in ecstasy while her father brought her to more orgasms then she could count.

Mom had then worked my dick back to stiff and said. "Now it's my turn." 

She stood up and removed her clothes while I took off my cum covered jeans and shirt.  Mom spread herself over me and quickly sank her extremely wet snatch onto my pole.  We fucked madly into the night.  With our bodies covered in sweat and our breath racing, I asked if she always fucked her dad after that.

"Yes Tommy.  We had a very long, loving relationship.  After we married, and you were born, we tapered off.  We only got together around the holidays.  But as you know, your grandparents have been deceased for quite some time.  I think your dad has missed that type of excitement since he quickly suggested we take a peek at you last night."

I grew bold by Mom's comment and said, "So you think Dad might want to see me fucking you also?"

Mom didn't say anything when I said that.  I could tell she was thinking it over.  After a few moments, she finally said.  "He just might Tommy."

We left the living room and took showers to wash the sweat from our bodies.  Afterwards, as I dried myself off in my room, Mom came in and said.  "Tonight you're sleeping with me."  

Of course I obliged, even though I knew there wasn't going to be much sleep involved.  I crawled into bed on Dad's side while Mom snuggled next to me.  She slid her smooth leg over my thigh as I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her tightly to me.  I lay totally relaxed as Mom lazily rubbed her hand across my chest, my hand sliding up and down her arm.

I was just about to fall asleep when the phone rang and Mom moved to answer it.  It was Dad calling from his hotel room.  Mom sat up in bed while she talked about his trip so far.  I was in such close proximity, and I could hear every word Dad said as they talked.  

I soon heard him say to Mom, "So what are you wearing."

"Oh... Just my little black baby doll."

"Oh... I love that one.  Are you up for a little phone sex?" Dad asked.  I quickly looked at Mom to see her reaction.

She just grinned and said. "What did you have in mind honey?"

"How about a little role playing."

"And who are we going to be?"  Mom asked as I watched her hand trail up her body to fondle her breast.  She looked at me then with a gleam in her eye.

Dad didn't speak for a couple of seconds, and then I heard him say in a husky voice."  How about we pretend we're Tommy and Becky."

I felt my dick twitch as Mom's eyes went wide and a big smile grew on her face.

"Oh...  That's something new," Mom said as she reached out and nudged me closer.

"So my husband wants to sink his dick into that little girl's pussy does he?"

"Umm...  I have to admit.  I got excited seeing Tommy pounding her like that."

Then Mom got me hot and bothered when she said, "Or maybe it's seeing our son fuck that you like.  Maybe it's not Becky at all, but it's me you want to see him pounding.  Like Daddy used to when we were younger."

The phone went silent for a long time before I heard him mumble, "Yes!"

Mom then pulled my hand to her panties and pushed it inside until I was firmly against her mound.  Then she started her little sex game with Dad.

"Oh...  Can you picture him honey?  Our son with his hands diving down my panties, making me wet," she said as she pulled me up to her breast and pushed my face to her nipple.

I took the hint and suckled on her while I tickled her clit with my fingers.

"Oh... Yes... I can feel him getting me excited.  His fingers are working on my clit.  But I have to stop this.  He's my son.  It's so wrong.  But I can't fight this building urge to grasp his dick in my hands," Mom said as her hand did just what she said, stroking my rigid dick in her palm.

"Yes... Oh yes honey.  Keep going.  I can picture you two.  This is so fucking hot."  I heard Dad groan.  It was obvious he was jacking off as Mom and I played our own game.

"He's so hard, and I'm getting so wet," I heard Mom say and as I slipped my fingers inside her burning pussy.  She moaned into the phone, "Oh fuck!  His fingers are inside me now!  I have to stop this.  I can't let my boy go any further."

"Yes honey!  Yes you can!  You want him.  Let yourself go.  Do it just like you did with your daddy," I heard Dad say.

Moving my head closer between her legs, I lowered myself down Mom's body, smelling her sweet aroma filling the air as I kissed her wet, swollen pussy lips.

"Oh Christ!  Now he's putting his head between my legs!  He's going to eat me!  My own son is going to taste his mother's pussy!"

I could hear Dad grunting and his breath was getting very heavy when he said, "Don't stop him.  I know you want this just as much as I do.  Let him make you cum."

I parted Mom's pussy lips with my tongue and pushed inside.  Her juices spilled out as her free hand grasped my hair and moved my head from side to side, pulling my face into her pussy.

"Yes... Oh God yes.  He's going to make me cum.  Our son is going to make me cum!"

Mom wasn't kidding.  I felt her cunt tightening on my tongue as her body quivered.  As she went rigid, she yelled "I'm cumming!!!"

Dad must have climaxed also.  Loud grunts could be clearly heard over the phone as Mom wailed in pleasure also.

My face was covered with her juices as I slowly backed away from her steamy mound.  Then I heard Mom ask, "So how was that honey?  Is that what you wanted to hear?"

"Oh yes...  That was so hot.  I came so hard."

Mom then said.  "Well, maybe when you get back we see if Tommy might be interested in taking my daddy's place."

Dad was again silent and Mom had to finish the conversation by saying.  "I miss you and hope to see you soon.  Good night love," and hung up the phone.

I didn't even get a chance to say a word before Mom straddled over me and quickly lowered herself down to my dripping dick.

She then said, "Now to finish my poor boy off properly."

Mom soon had me cumming again, and I was relieved when she let things settle down the rest of the night.  I don't think my poor dick could handle another fuck-a-thon, and we eventually fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next day we played it cool and didn't mess around then either.  I rushed over to Becky's to tell her about Mom and Dad's adventures.  Becky's mom answered the door and invited me in.  Of course she was dressed to kill in a sweater miniskirt and I felt that familiar tingle in my balls but controlled myself long enough to ask where Becky was.

"She's still getting ready Tommy.  Please sit down and we'll talk until she comes out.

Oh fuck.  I thought remembering our last conversation we had while I waited.

"So how are coming with your aunt.  Did you get her interested in your dad yet?"

"Um...  No she doesn't come by much so I haven't had a chance."

"Oh...  Well maybe I should talk to your mom about having a party and inviting her over.  Then you'll get a chance to work on her."

I just blindly agreed with her at the time not even knowing I did it.  My mind was wishing Becky would come out soon and the gods must have been listening because my lover finally made her appearance.  We left right then.

As we walked to school I told Becky everything that Mom had said and what had happened last night.  I could see she loved the whole thing.  As a matter of fact, she loved it too much because as we walked down the hall in school she suddenly pushed me inside a supply closet.

"Tommy, your story got me hornier than hell," she said as her fingers dug at my jeans.

"Hey!  Wait...  Becky!"  I pleaded but she was very good at getting my pants down and when she gripped my dick it was all over for me.  I heard the bell ring for our first class just has her mouth covered my wood.  This was totally crazy now.  I wasn't even sure what punishment there would be for being caught fucking in school.  Being expelled came to mind.

I could hear teachers talking as they walked down the hall and held my breath while Becky worked wonderfully on my raging cock with her mouth.  I was, once again, in a state of total lust and didn't care if we got caught.  I reached down and pulled my sweet lover up from the floor, easing her pants down her slender body.

Becky kissed me as my fingers dug inside her panties.  I fingered her moist pussy while she whispered in my ear.  "Take me now Tommy!"

Becky wiggled her panties off and turned around, bracing herself on a stack of metal shelves.  She then eased her ass back until my cock was between her thighs.  I gently nudged it into her wetness.  It didn't take long before my throbbing pecker was once again sliding deep inside her hot love canal.  I was pumping her profusely as she whimpered and moaned, pushing herself back to meet my every thrust.

We both reached our climaxes quickly.  Becky's moans were becoming louder as I felt her body beginning to orgasm.  I pulled her back into me, covering her mouth with my hand while driving  my cock in her.  I pushed into her as deeply as I could, then held still.  Her muffled scream and quivering body made it easy to tell she was climaxing.  Then, I could feel my own cum mix with her juices as I held my grunts of passion under my breath.

Taking a few moments to calm down and catch our breath, we fixed our clothes as best we could.  When we opened the door to duck back out into the hallway, a teacher was just turning the corner.  She spoke and asked where we were going.

"We were headed to class and running late," I said, hoping she bought my fib.  I was glad she didn't ask any more questions, and just waved us on.

The next two days were back to almost normal.  I would go over Becky's for a little hanky panky after school, and then go home to Mom.  We would then fuck her in her bed until we passed out from exhaustion.

Dad was coming home today, and I once again was to pick him up at the airport.  Before I left, Becky asked me what movie Mom and Dad had watched with Mom's parents the night they swapped.  When I told her the name of the movie, I questioned why she wanted to know.

"You'll see lover," she said with a smile.  

I knew that look.  I felt my cock twitch as I wondered what devious plan she was coming up with now.  I wouldn't have to wait long.   When Dad and I got home from the airport, Becky was at my house wearing a very short pink skirt and a thin tight, white top.  It was plain to see she was braless.  Her nipples were obvious – hard and jutting straight out.  

As Dad went over to kiss Mom, I also noticed her choice of clothing.  She was dressed very similarly to Becky.  Mom had on a red mini skirt that zipped up the side, and her top was a white, buttoned blouse.  She had left the three top buttons undone. I watched as Dad kissed her very passionately.  While they both embraced, Becky and I went into the living room to give them some privacy.  That's when I saw the movie she had asked about laying on the coffee table.  

Looking her in the face, I said "Becky...  What are you up to?"

"Shh...  All in good time lover."

Mom had made Dad his favorite meal, and we all sat down to eat.  After eating, we remained and talked for a long time at the table.  Mom finally mentioned we should go watch TV in the living room.  So the four of us sat on the couch while mom slipped the movie in and turned out the lights.

When the movie began to play I heard Dad say "Oh... I remember this movie," and I felt my dick quickly stiffening.  Becky must have worked all this out with Mom beforehand.  I felt my heart pound in my chest when I then realized what we were about to do. 

As the movie reached the first sex scene, I felt Becky's fingers dancing across my groin.  I leaned over and kissed her, using the opportunity to glance over at my parents, sitting next to us.  Mom and Dad were kissing while his hand worked the zipper of skirt down.

It was playing out just like Mom had told me of her experience, and I felt a heated rush of adrenalin shoot through me.  I became so excited by what we were doing my hands were shaking as I reached down between Becky's legs while she worked on undoing my pants.

I heard Mom lightly whimper and saw Dad had unbuttoned her entire blouse and laid each side back wide.  Like Becky, Mom hadn't worn a bra, and her luscious breasts were exposed.  Dad was sucking on a nipple while his hands were easing Mom's panties off.  I immediately worked to get Becky's top off while she slipped her skirt off and it fell to the floor. 

Mom was moaning louder now, and I saw Dad had slipped to the floor between her spread legs.  I watched then as Mom thrashed around while Dad skillfully toyed with her twat.  I was shaking hard now.  My adrenalin was pumping and my heart raced in my chest.  I felt Becky pulling me down closer to her pussy as it eagerly awaited my arrival.  




Getting Mom Interested Ch. 03



I licked her lightly at first, and she made a garbled, whimpering sound.  Again, I flicked my tongue up and down her lips and another whimper came from her.  I continued this toying game until Becky said, very loudly,  "Eat me Tommy!! Stop teasing me!  Fuck me with your tongue!"

At that, I lunged forward and smothered my face between her thighs.  Her hips gyrated, pushing my head around until I my tongue was planted deep inside her mound.  I heard her whimpering with pleasure.

The sounds Mom was making at that point were just as loud and excited.  The moment I had been waiting for had finally arrived.  I felt Becky pull me away from her pussy, and I knew what she wanted me to do.

Slowly, on weak legs I ventured over to where my Dad you was driving Mom crazy.  I tapped him on the shoulder and watched his head pull away from Mom's pussy.  Without saying a word, I just looked at him and motioned with my head at Becky.  Dad began to move to her while I repositioned myself in front of Mom.  I didn't move onto Mom yet as I was mesmerized by watching Dad slowly kiss is way down to my girlfriend's sacred spot.  I could see her passion grow as he kissed his way closer and closer to her wetness.

Her face lit up when he finally touched her pussy for the first time, and I think she came right then.  I felt my dick dripping precum as I finally went down on Mom myself.  She grabbed my head with both hands and pulled me tight to her hot love hole.  Mom thrashed around and I heard her yell.  "Oh yes!!!  Yes Tommy!!!  Eat Mommy!!  Eat your mother's pussy!"

I went nuts and lapped like a dog at a water dish as her mound bounced on my face.  In the background I could hear my girlfriend squealing as Dad made her cum with his tongue.  Mom was right behind her and wailed for the whole world to hear.  Then she finally exploded on my face.

I lifted my head up just in time to see Dad lining his massive hard dick at Becky's pussy.  He had her legs spread wide and high, holding them out with his hands as he moved his stiff tool to her entrance.

Becky made a sound I never heard her make before when he penetrated her for the first time.  I watched, fascinated as he eased the entire length deep inside her.  Her body shook all over as Dad started to pound her feverishly.  Then I heard her scream and he was making her cum.

My own cock now needed to feel a sweet, wet pussy around it, and I centered my throbbing manhood at Mom's waiting mound.  I felt her hands grasp my hips and pull me into her as she said.  "Make love to Mommy, Tommy.  Fuck me."  

I felt my cockhead touch her outer lips and parted them slowly as I pushed myself forward.  It produced a long moan from Mom and her velvet feeling pussy slowly swallowed my hard cock.  Once I was seated deep in her warm wetness, I slowly began stroking in and out of her.  Working myself deeper with every thrust forward, I finally bottomed out.  At this point, Mom reached to my ass and pulled me tighter into her.  Her hands were pulling on me, setting the pace she wanted, and I looked over at my girlfriend.  She had switched places with Dad.  He was now sitting on the couch, and she was straddling him.  She was sinking down on him, burying his hard cock deep inside her pussy.

Becky then did the same agile movement with her hips she had done on me.  I heard Dad gasp, "Oh fuck Becky!...  You're going to make me cum if you keep that up!"  Becky didn't stop at all, and I watched as she increased her speed, starting to moan herself.  Dad grabbed her hips and pumped up into her hard.  His lunges sent her high in the air while she leaned herself back, resting her hands on his thighs.

The she wailed, "Oh!! I'm cumming!  Oh fuck I'm cumming again!"  I could hear Dad grunt loudly as he grabbed her and pulled her tight to his chest, kissing her passionately while he injected himself into her.

The sight of Becky and Dad fucking had driven me over the edge.  I lost it and had no control anymore.  I went crazy on Mom, fucking her like a jack hammer, which caused her to wail loudly.  My feverish strokes were pushing her close to cumming again also.

"Oh yes Tommy!!!  Harder fuck me harder.  Oh!  Oh!  Oh God!  Ohhh yesss!!!!"  Mom screamed as I felt her quiver and shake.  

I kept my stead fast pace and fucked straight through her orgasm until my own body shook. Then I plastered her cunt with my creamy seed and heard her say.  "Yes Tommy.  Cum inside Mommy.  I want to feel your hot cum."   We grunted and moaned while my dick pumped everything I had into her, and I fell forward resting my face across her lush breasts.

We were all spent for the moment, and the four of us had no energy to do much but lay there and relax for a while.  I think we were all a little stunned at the excitement we had all undergone.

That was just the beginning of our fuck fest, and we made love like that for another hour before Dad and I switched back to our own partners.  We finished the night making love to them.  As the night ended, and I held Becky's hand walking her back home, she asked if it was as exciting as I thought it would be.  

I simply answered her, "Better."

I couldn't think of any way my life could be better, but my little vixen had more in store for me.  I finally got a small glimpse of what was to come when she said, "Now all we have to do is get your dad to fuck his sister."