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Getting To Know Mom

By: SexyBeast



I have to admit that coming home for my sophomore Christmas break wasn't thrilling me. I did briefly toy with the idea of just not coming home, but I knew that would be wrong. With Dad and Mom's divorce now final she would probably need me through the holidays. I knew this wouldn't be the merriest Christmas I had ever spent.

I hadn't been home except for a couple weeks here and there in close to a year. During last year's Christmas break, I could tell things were tense between my parents. They only spoke to each other when I was in the room, and then only when they had to. I wasn't surprised when Mom called the following February to tell me they had separated. 

She tried to explain that they'd been together since they were teenagers, they'd married when Mom got pregnant at seventeen, and now that they were alone to pursue their own lives as adults, they seemed to be moving in different directions. I knew that what she really meant was Dad had moved in a different direction. He worked almost constantly at his successful business and I have to admit that Mom had let herself go a little over 19 years of marriage, so it didn't seem to be a surprise to hear that Dad shacked up with his much younger secretary. The hurt and betrayal practically dripped through the phone as she told me.

I spent spring break in Panama City last year and was only home for a couple weeks after the spring semester, having opted to take some summer courses. And during those couple weeks I spent as little time as possible at home, not wanting to deal with the whole scene.

So here I was, headed home, finally having to deal with the situation. I got in late the first night and after dropping my things in my old room, I found a note from Mom saying that she would probably be out late. I was glad she was out, maybe she'd started working on a new life while I was gone and wasn't just moping around the house. Maybe things would be better than I thought. I was exhausted from my long drive and collapsed in my bed. I never even heard Mom come in.

I woke up fairly early, being used to a semester of eight am Bio. I was surprised to hear sound from downstairs. Since Dad had just wanted out, Mom got a very generous settlement in the divorce. She got the house as well as enough alimony to keep her comfortable without working. I figured Mom must have gotten in late last night and with nothing to do, she would sleep in. I stumbled downstairs in my t-shirt and running shorts and then to the kitchen.

I could tell something was different as soon as I came into the kitchen. First of all, Mom's formerly frumpy, short housewife hair was now just past her shoulders, with a little wave, and seemed to glow like an ember in the morning sunlight. The real difference, however, was immediately apparent when she heard me in the kitchen and got up to greet me. The shorti nightgown she wore clung high on her thighs under her unbelted silk robe. This woman could not be my mother. The woman who had been my mother when I left was a sullen, soft, doughy housewife carrying around an extra thirty pounds. This woman had a tiny waist, full hips, and very firm, large breasts. Mom had obviously kept herself busy while I was away.

"Dean, it's so good to have you home. You have no idea how much I've missed you," Mom said, kissing my cheek.

"I missed you too." I said, disengaging myself from her.

"Are you hungry?" She asked.

"Sure."

We chitchatted, catching up, while Mom whipped up some pancakes and bacon. I offered to help, but she told me that I'd only just gotten home and to relax. So I concentrated on not checking her out. I know how that sounds, but she was just changed so much it was hard to think of her as my mother. She looked a good ten years younger, with a body at least as good, no better, than half the girls I knew back at school did did. It was just…weird.

I told Mom that this past semester had gone pretty well and that I'd gotten the chance to play in a couple junior varsity games. And yes, I did have a girlfriend, her name was Heather. All pretty normal stuff, run-of-the-mill for your average nineteen-year-old college student.

Mom told me that she was pretty busy too. She was taking classes at the local community college and she got to the gym about four times a week to workout and play racquetball. I told her I'd have to challenge her to a game. She suggested that afternoon and I told her she was on.

"Why don't we make it interesting?" Mom asked with a sly smile.

"What do you mean?"

"Loser is responsible for breakfast tomorrow."

"You're on." I said. I had to be able to beat my own mother.

Over breakfast she told me she'd had a few dates, but nothing that really amounted to anything. She asked if I was okay with that and I said, "Sure, why wouldn't I be." When we finished, she said she was going ahead to the gym to workout and I should meet her there around noon. I told her it was a date.

* * *

I got to the gym a little early, but Mom had left my name at the desk and the girl said it was okay for me to just go in and find her. I wasn't familiar with the place and it took me a few minutes to find her in the weight room.

Mom was on her back on a narrow weight bench, with a blond mountain of a guy leaning over her, spotting. She just finished a set as I approached.

"You're a regular iron-woman, Mom," I said. She sat up and flexed obviously sore arms. All she had on was a black leotard that contrasted nicely with her light olive skin. If I thought she looked good that morning, I would have creamed my pants watching her in the shiny, skintight little outfit, with legs spread on either side of the weight bench, if she was not my mother. The mountain started massaging her arms.

"Hi, honey," Mom said, obviously enjoying the massage, maybe a little too much, as her nipples were plainly visible.

"Mom? He can't possibly be your kid. You're way too young." The mountain said.

"Afraid so. Guess I'm not the chippy you thought I was. Still love me, Bill?" Mom said with a light in her eyes I had never seen before. She seemed really happy.

"How could I not?" He replied.

Mom stuck out a hand and I helped her up from the bench. She pulled her auburn locks back with a scrunchie from her wrist and said, "Are you ready to get your butt kicked?"

"Let's do it." I said.

And to my amazement, get my butt kicked I did. Not to take anything away from her, Mom was good, but I was playing a little distracted. She played in the same outfit, just adding knee and elbow pads. I felt a little ashamed, checking out my Mom, and I realized that not all of the possessiveness I'd felt seeing the mountain's hands on Mom was of the Mother-Son variety.

Mom needled me about my loss as we sat panting on the racquetball court floor, passing a bottle of water between us. "Sure you don't want a re-match?" Mom sighed. God, she was in shape. The last two games she'd swept me in almost killed me.

"No, it's okay, I concede defeat." I said. We were both covered in sweat and I was consciously trying not to stare at Mom's breasts, which heaved under the wet leotard that clung like a second skin. 

"Well then, I'll expect breakfast in bed, nice and early." Mom teased.

"In bed? Jeez, I didn't know that was part of the bet."

"Yep and I want my OJ freshly squeezed." She laughed musically.

"Of course."

Mom got up off the floor. "I have plans tonight. It's just a movie. You're welcome to join us if you'd like."

I immediately pictured a clutch of bitter divorcees bitching about their ex's and politely declined.

"I'm sure you have your own friends to hang out with anyway."

As it turned out, I was the first one home for winter break and there was no one to hang out with. I got a six-pack and spent the evening with Must-See-TV, finally going to bed around midnight, bored with the lameness of it all. I couldn't believe I was in bed before my mother.

A banging and then giggling downstairs awakened me. I rubbed my eyes clear and saw that it was almost three am. Half asleep, it didn't even occur to me that it was my mother stumbling in and I got out of bed to check things out. Indeed, it was my mother, and she wasn't alone.

I knelt in the dark at the top of the steps, looking down on the living room. Mom was just coming out of the kitchen with two beers. She handed one to someone sitting on the couch and sat beside him. It was dim and their backs were to me, but I could see them pretty clearly since on of our living room walls is mirrored.

"Thanks, Janine." The guy said. I looked closer. Jeez! The guy couldn't have been much older than me! Actually, I could almost swear he'd only been a year or two ahead of me in high school.

"Shhh, try to keep your voice down, Ty. I told you, Dean's home, and I saw his car outside. He must be asleep upstairs." Mom wasn't very quiet herself.

"Good. As long as he's asleep." Ty said with a laugh. He set his beer down on the coffee table and took a thick joint out of his pocket. He slipped an arm around my Mom and pulled her closer.

"Oh my. I haven't done that in years." Mom giggled.

"It's not something you forget how to do." Ty busied himself readying it and fumbled for his lighter with his free hand.

"How do you think you did on the final?" Mom asked him.

"I try not to think about it." Ty said then took a deep hit. He finally released the smoke and handed the joint to Mom, who took it hesitantly. "C'mon Janine. Just suck it deep. I think you can do that. Suck it deep and hold it." Ty grinned at his own joke and watched my mom inhale deeply from the joint. She coughed on the release, but followed that with a hearty laugh.

After a couple of hits, Mom was toking like an old pro. I was stunned and just sat at the top of the steps. Ty had moved his one hand to the swell of Mom's breast, caressing it softly through her green velvet dress. Mom was cozy in his arms and asked dreamily, "What are you doing?"

"Trying to get the best piece of ass in our class." Ty answered confidently. I expected my mother to smack him for that, but instead she looked up at him, then locked her mouth over his.

I watched, fascinated, while their kiss grew in intensity. It wasn't long before Ty was pulling down the zipper at the back of her dress while they necked. Ty tugged the dress off her shoulders and down to her waist. "What a set of tits," Ty exclaimed. My mother's rack did look great in the lacy black bra.

"You think so?" Mom asked with mock surprise. She reached between her breasts and popped open the front clasp, releasing them. "What do you think now?" Freed from her bra, her breasts did not sag one bit.

"Let me show you, Janine." Ty said, lowering his mouth to Mom's globes. He noisily slurped a nipple and she groaned. "Oh, Ty." Mom's had dropped to Ty's crotch and she massaged it.

I was stupefied watching my mother being scored on like a horny coed. From the sounds she was making, I could tell Mom really like whatever it was Ty was doing to her. I was watching my mother hooking up with someone my age and I was jealous. The only thing that rivaled my jealousy was the hard-on in my shorts. I was a turned on by Mom's hot body as old Ty. What did that mean?

Mom gasped and I saw Ty had the dress pushed up to her waist too, showing sexy stocking tops. "You know how to dress, Janine." Ty said. He took the words right out of my mouth. "Oh, I love the thong."

"Shhh, Ty. Just touch me, please." Mom pleaded. She had Ty's cock out and was fondling it lovingly. It wasn't as big as mine, but I wondered how many she'd seen beside Dad's. Mom was whimpering and Ty pushed her down on her back. He put her legs over his shoulders and moved his face between them. "God, Ty, what are you doing? Should we be doing this?" He made contact. "Oh, God, Ty…"

She pulled her thick crimson nipples as her breathing got heavier and her moans became louder. She locked her thighs around Ty's head and started thrusting her hips. Almost without realizing it, I had my cock out and was jerking myself off. "Oh God, Ty! God, Ty!" Mom grabbed one of the pillows that had been knocked to the floor and bit into it hard, trying to muffle her screams as she came. I'd never heard any screams coming from my parents' bedroom. Mom shook violently as she rode Ty to orgasm. He continued licking her through several orgasms, until she was left quivering on the couch. Finally, he climbed from between her thighs.

"God, thank you, Ty." Mom breathed.

Ty scooted up between her legs, moving on top of her. He took his cock in his hand and moved to rub it over her pussy. Mom put her hand down to stop him. "What are you doing? No, Ty, you can't, we can't." Mom protested.

"C'mon Janine. I just made you cum hard." Ty said.

"I know, thank you, but we can't do this. I have to draw a line."

"What about me?" Ty sounded pissed. He practically waved his cock at her.

"I'm sorry, Ty. There must be something I can do to make it up to you." Mom said seductively. She pushed herself to a sitting position and stroked his cock. "There must be something I can do." She shimmied out of her dress, leaving her naked except for black thong and stockings. Mom slid to her knees on the floor and began kissing Ty's thighs. "Is this a good start?" Mom asked. She lifted Ty's prick and licked the length of the underside. She cupped his balls and kept licking his cock, eyes locked on his, her auburn hair framing her pretty face.

Ty shuttered "Yeah, that's a start. Less talk, baby." He was treating my mom like a whore and she responded by deep throating his tool.

I shot my load all over myself watching my mother's head rise from his lap, cheeks hollowed, until just the tip was between her full lips. Then Mom descended again. She sucked him slowly, teasingly. My cum coated my thigh. Mom was slowly bobbing while massaging his balls and shaft. She had some technique. I was so jealous.

Mom kept popping Ty's prick out of her mouth to lick it, and then she'd suck it down again. She did it for nearly half-an-hour, until Ty held her head and began thrusting into her mouth. Mom didn't seem to mind at all. Ty humped her face and she slurped him right down to the base every time. The faster he moved, the harder she seemed to suck.

"Fuck, Janine, you know how to suck. That's incredible. I'm, I'm, I'm ready…ready, I hope you are." She better have been, because Ty grunted and came. Mom kept her mouth locked over his glistening tool, sucking down his load. A little ran down her chin when his flaccid cock finally slipped from her lips. She got it with her finger, then thoughtfully took a long pull off her beer before she sat in Ty's lap and kissed him deeply.

"Sorry about the little that got away. I'm not too in practice." Mom said.

"We'll have to do something about that."

"I hope so." Mom answered. She got off his lap and her body was stunning when she stretched, nearly naked. "Sorry I have to kick you out, but it's very late."

Ty pulled his pants on and Mom walked him to the door and kissed him goodbye in the open door, without concern. When their good-byes were over, Mom put the beers away and gathered her dress and bra, while I scrambled back to my room. I heard her bedroom door shut.

Sleeping was hopeless after what I'd just watched. Instead I lay in bed, beating off, pretending it was my cock Mom was sucking.

* * *

I was already awake when my alarm went off. I'd gotten hardly any sleep. I couldn't think about anything except what I'd witnessed last night. And it seemed like I had a perpetual hard-on. I changed into sweatpants, hoping to hide it. When I walked through the living room, I seemed even more aroused. 

Mom wasn't up yet, but that was hardly surprising. I found the ingredients for an omelet and cooked that up with a stack of toast, jam on the side, and a small pot of tea. I piled all of it onto a breakfast tray and headed back upstairs. When I nudged the bedroom door open, I found Mom lying on her side, still fast asleep. Her dress, thong, bra and stockings were thrown across a chair. Seeing them, I felt my arousal surge anew.

I set the tray down on her dressing table and buttered a piece of warm toast. I crawled onto the bed beside Mom. The sheet was at her waist and the strap of her nightgown down off her shoulder, half exposing her breast. It was so beautiful. I could clearly see her large, rose coloured nipple. I pulled myself together and wafted the toast under her nose. Mom stirred a little, shifting, her hand falling across my thigh. My cock throbbed when she brushed it. Then her hand was resting right on it. Oh Jesus. It took all I had to not cum right there. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I bent and softly stroked Mom's bared breast. She moaned in her sleep and her nipple flushed and hardened. I felt like a fifteen-year-old virgin again. I could swear she was stroking me now. In all this I forgot the toast, which suddenly smacked her in the nose. As Mom snapped awake, I leapt off the bed in fear.

Mom seemed to smile as she stretched and yawned. I felt stupid standing there, holding the toast and half-turned so Mom couldn't see my erection. Stuttering, I said, "Breakfast is served, sleepyhead."

Mom stretched and moaned then rolled onto her back, fluffing her pillows and sitting up. She just seemed to notice then that her nightgown had slipped down. She adjusted it without comment. Mom smiled at me. If she had any idea what was going on at the moment she woke up, she showed no indication. "I should be awakened like this every morning," she said.

I fetched the tray and leaned over to place it across her leg, then moved back. Just being that close to her made me tingle. What the hell was wrong with me? It was my mother lying there.

"Where do you think you're going?" Mom asked.

"I, uh…"

"Come here, sit beside me." Mom laughed. "My toast doesn't have jelly, my tea isn't poured."

At a loss for an excuse to get out of there, I sat on the bed beside her, trembling.

"Are you okay, honey? You seem a little shaky this morning." Mom asked.

"Uh, probably just a little hung over," I lied.

"Poor baby." Mom ran a hand through my unkempt brown hair. 

In my state I had a little trouble pouring the hot water into the mug. I dipped the tea bag, then took a piece of toast and knifed some jelly onto it, dropping a blob of jelly over the edge. "I'll get that," Mom said. She ran a couple fingers along my thigh, scooping the jelly from my pants. Mom stuck the fingers in her mouth and sucked the jelly off. Jesus!

I quickly finished the toast and leapt off the bed. "Sorry to serve and run, but I've got to get a shower and run some errands."

"That's a shame, I was hoping we could spend some time together this afternoon. How about dinner and then we can decorate the tree together?"

"Sure, that would be great." I said, already half out the door.

I actually spent most of the day driving around. Took a nice ride into the country. I half felt like I should keep going. How could I be so horny for my own mother? I tried to tell myself I was just horny in general. At school, Heather practically lived in my dorm room and we screwed at least a couple times a day. Now it had been a few days without getting any at all and maybe it was just withdrawal. I realized it was ridiculous, but I tried to cling to it. It was just too bizarre to think of my mother, anyone's mother, in such overtly sexual terms. Whatever the reason, I know that when we were together I had to keep as much distance as possible. I would die if Mom figured it out.

When I got home, Mom told me to jump in the shower and dress nice. Good. Going out in public was definitely good. I dressed in a blue shirt and black slacks, then headed downstairs. Mom was already there, ready to go. Bad. Definitely bad.

Mom didn't look bad. She looked incredible. That's what was bad. She was wearing a snug burgundy sweater with a sweetheart neckline showing ample cleavage and a long, very tight skirt. The outfit perfectly showed every curve of her body. I felt a lump in my throat.


Getting to Know Mom



It was a usual Friday night, beginning with my usual visit to mom's house for the weekend. It became the most unusual weekend of my life. When I arrived, mom told me that she'd seen an article in the paper that Unitech was accepting applications for summer jobs by e-mail. They were going to pay ten bucks an hour to students with computer experience. 

It sounded like a perfect way to spend the summer before starting college in the fall, so I quickly sent in the application which said they would set up an interview by return e-mail if I met the requirements. Mom and I ate the dinner she made and I remember asking her if she was okay, because she seemed to be totally distracted. 

I was nervous about the job application, and I wasn't sure I had got all the details straight so I went on the computer to look at the e-mail I had sent. When I opened the folder, I saw mine and one that mom had sent. I checked mine and everything was fine. I thought that mom always deleted everything because whenever I used her computer it was always clean. But there was this e-mail that was sent at three in the morning, and when I looked at the address, it had the word erotica in the title. I felt a little guilty, but I couldn't resist opening it. It said, 

Dear Em,

Thank you so much for the stories you've shared about you and your son. You let me know that I'm not alone. I have feelings for my son and it has been very difficult for me to accept that. I was always a highly sexed person and my husband said that my appetite wasn't normal. He didn't complain for the first five years of our marriage, but when he became interested in other women, he found me too demanding. We're not together anymore.

Your writing shows what a sensitive woman you are, but I didn't know if it would appropriate, or if you would have time to let me tell you about my situation, and maybe get some advice from you. I don't think I could ever act on my fantasies, but there isn't anybody I know that I can talk with about this subject. Whatever your answer is, thanks anyway, and I'll keep reading as long as you're writing.

Sincerely, Paula

It's difficult to describe that moment. So many things were going through my mind at the same time. I had to read it about three times before the idea sunk in. Amid all the mixed emotions reading about my mother's sex life, one thing was undeniable; I felt a stirring in my groin that mom thought about me that way. 

This was about as exciting as anything in my sex life had been. I was eighteen and still a virgin. I still blushed around girls had little idea what was going on. Like the time I was making out with a girl I had been seeing for a while. We were on a bed and she said, "I want you." 

I wasn't sure what she meant and I said, "I want you too," and just went on kissing her without doing anything else. You would have thought I was waiting for an engraved invitation. She broke up with me a while later and told someone it was because I was too inexperienced. No doubt about it. 

I was totally charged up by what I had read. I must have looked at the words, 'Highly sexed', and 'Feelings for my son' about a hundred times. I spent the rest of the night imagining the unimaginable. I couldn't sleep thinking about having sex with my mother. I was anything but turned off by it. I knew that a son isn't supposed to want his mother that way, but I was wanting her from the tip of my stiffened cock to every position I imagined her in. I had gone triple X with my mom in a quantum leap. I almost had to stifle a yell because I came so hard.

I hoped that mom would write to that author again so I could read what she was saying. I got up around eight the next morning and after having coffee with mom I went to the computer to see if Unitech had answered. That was one reason; actually, I was more interested if Em had answered.

I had to go through mom's bedroom to get to the small sitting room where she kept the computer. As I walked through it I was struck by both her presence and her absence. She was there in the cobalt blue dress that still graced the chair she had left it on last night. She was there in the fragrance of powder that added silk to a body I knew needed none. I knew it even though I had never actually run my hand from her calf to her thigh, or from her neck to the small of her back, where the curve of her ass rose to meet it. She was there in the hint of lavender that you could inhale if you came close enough to her skin. But she wasn't there in the bed where I could only imagine what her pussy would look like with her legs splayed, waiting for her son to enter her. Since reading that e-mail, that was the picture I couldn't get out of my head. And I didn't want to.

At the computer, there was nothing in the in-box, but when I looked at the sent e-mails, there was another one that mom had sent. I guess Em wrote her back sometime early Saturday morning and mom must have deleted it, but she didn't realize that her sent e-mails were being automatically saved for the day. Mom wrote,

Dear Em,

Thanks so much for your answer. I appreciate your warnings that these things can be difficult and that once that physical boundary is breached, there's almost no turning back. It just seems to be getting worse for me all the time. I've had enough of men to last a lifetime, but just being near my son stirs a hunger in me that I've never experienced. I know that the excitement of incest is part of what's driving me, but I'm so drawn to him. His name is Paul. When he was born my then husband said, "We have to name him Paul, because he's so you." Even though he's only been with me on weekends for years now, I've felt him as part of me, always. Em, I'm actually aching for him. I could go on, but I'm afraid I'll embarrass both of us. Thanks for being there.

Love, Paula

All of Saturday served to accelerate my feelings. I fantasized, I masturbated, I decided, and then undecided, and then decided again to do something about it. I left the house in the afternoon and shot some hoops with my friends. I even missed the lay-ups. That evening when I came home, I couldn't stop looking at my mother's body. In my crazy head, mom was telling me something. The top she wore looked a little bit tighter; the skirt looked a little bit shorter. The heels were a little bit higher. 

Yes, I'd noticed she had nice tits and ass before, but it hadn't been attached to my desire. Yes, I'd noticed before that her legs looked great in stockings, but I'd never thought of my hand being between her thighs. No, I certainly never imagined that the first woman I might try to sleep with would be my mother. But my sex soaked brain was telling me to try, and the hard-on that hadn't gone down all day agreed.

I could barely eat dinner and when we were done I asked her if she wanted to sit on the back porch. It was a warm June evening and we sat on the love-seat. It would have been nice to have a fragrant breeze and a million stars over us, but it was overcast and rather humid. I put my arm over the back of the love-seat like a kid on his first date at the movies, angling to rest it on his girl's shoulder. 

I never would have said anything if I didn't have the confidence those e-mails instilled. My heart thudded in my chest and I said the only thing I could come up with all day to see if any of this was real. I said, "Mom, I've been having feelings about you." When she asked me what kind of feelings, I started to freeze up and got nervous. I didn't think I could say anything.

But mom said, "You can talk to me Paul; there's nothing we can't talk about." 

I said, "I think you're pretty." Boy, talk about whimping out.

She smiled and said, "Thanks baby." In the silence that followed, her eyes said, 'Say more.'

I said, "Mom, I get excited when I'm with you. I know I shouldn't because you're my mother, but I do."

I could hear her breath as she said, "We can't always help the way we feel, I know that, but you can tell me; I won't be upset." I looked at her breasts as they stretched the soft cotton of her top. 

I said, "Mom, I want to do things a guy isn't supposed to want to do with his mother." She looked like she was searching for the right words. She was breathing deeper and with each breath her tits came out farther.

She said "You really feel this way about me Paul?"

Before any reasonable thought could stop me, I impulsively bent and kissed her rising breasts. I was more shocked than mom was. She looked at me for a second and she said, "Paul...what are you doing?"

I didn't want to talk; I didn't want to explain about the e-mails. She had let me kiss her tits and as I said, "I don't know mom...I want you." I leaned in and kissed her neck. I held a breast that filled my hand and said, "They're perfect."

She said, "Oh Paul...baby..." She looked into my eyes and then her lips were on mine. It didn't last long, but it was lots more than a mother's kiss. She was trying to catch her breath. She pulled her top out of her skirt and when I realized what she was doing, I watched with building excitement as she lifted her top to her neck and her tits bounced a little. She put her thumbs in and pulled the soft white bra down under her breasts exposing both of them.

What struck me first was how big her nipples were. They practically capped the ends of her tits which were being held out to me by the uplift of her bra. Mom cupped one of her boobs and offered it to me. It was smooth and elongated. A few fine green veins that decorated her big nipple only added to its perfection.   I took it in my mouth as she closed her eyes and held my head. She said, "Yes baby, yes, yes..." She said it softer and softer as she stroked my hair.

I took her other tit in my hand and felt the velvety flesh as I sucked. The tip of the big nipple became erect and even I knew that it meant that mom liked what I was doing. The tip of the nipple in my mouth felt rubbery and a little bumpy. The areola around it was smooth and puffy. It felt velvety on my tongue. I drew hard on it, almost in expectation that it would once more release sweet milk into my mouth. Mom moaned as I sucked.

I stopped for a moment and said, "I like the way you taste and feel mom," She smiled at me.

She said, "And I like the way you make me feel." She unbuttoned my shirt and ran her hand over my chest, breathing harder all the time. When she took off her top and undid her bra, her tits came down only a bit on her chest, but the ends still had a upturned angle that made them look more like the tits of a woman in her twenties rather than one in her thirties. 

Mom took charge. She unbuckled my pants and then her skirt. She still had her heels, stockings, and panties on and I was down to my shorts. I looked between her legs and saw her mound but her panties weren't sheer enough for me to see her pussy. I sat there waiting to do whatever she wanted to do next. She wanted to kiss.

We kissed and I fondled her breasts as we did, because she had already let me do that. I was reluctant to touch her pussy until she gave me permission. It was surreal. Our relationship had gone from ordinary to extraordinary in only hours. I said 'We kissed,' but you have to understand what those two words were doing to me. This was my mother's tongue in my mouth. Her lips moved on mine hungrily and we were almost devouring each other. 

The way mom kissed me made me feel as if it was a sexual kiss and a loving kiss at the same time. And for the first time I felt as if I would have a lover. My mother's kisses were promising me that. My hard-on was straining and after the longest time I felt her hand caress my cock. She broke the kiss to say, "You really want me, don't you baby?" It sounded more like she was surprised than asking me a question.

I said, "Of course I want you mom, how could I not want a beautiful woman like you?"

She said, "And you're sure it doesn't bother you that I'm your mom."

I said, "Does it look as if it's bothering me mom?" I pointed to my bulge. Mom pulled the waistband down exposing the full length of my hard-on. 

She said, "No baby...no my beautiful, big, hard, baby." She pulled my shorts off and took the shaft in her hand. It was so stiff it was practically pointing up at me. She bent over and as her mouth approached the thick head, I could feel her fingers on my balls. Her warm lips encircled the plum and mom's wet mouth and tongue began their work. I'd been sucked by a few girls, but I'd never come while they did it. It sounds crazy but it wasn't that big a deal with those girls. I don't mean it didn't feel good, but I wasn't out of control.

Being in my mother's mouth was a different story. The fact that it was mom who was sucking me certainly had a lot to do with it, but it was also how she was doing it. Her hands and mouth and lips and tongue all seemed to be stimulating me at once. If she hadn't stopped after a few minutes, I wouldn't have stood a chance at any kind of control. 

She said, "Oh you taste good; you're so big and hard for me aren't you baby. I want you inside me. momma's going to be better for you than anyone you ever had." 

I said, "Mom..." 

She looked at me and either read my eyes or my mind. Her expression said it all as she inhaled and put the tips of her fingers on her lips. I said, "Mom, I want it to be you; I want that more than anything. Just help me...show me...I'm not sure how to make you feel good." 

She stopped for a moment and then her smile became warm and reassuring and she said, "Don't worry baby, it's all going to be wonderful." She threw her leg over me and reached back wrapping her fist around the shaft. She was about to put me inside her when she stopped and said, "No, we'll do that later, for your first time, I want you to take me." She went onto her back and opened her legs. She said, "I'm glad you want me to be your first girl, I mean your first woman..." She laughed. "But you do make me feel like a girl again, a proud girl whose boy is going to take her for the first time. Come to me baby, be inside me." She rubbed her pussy a few times and said, "Oh God yes, be inside me Paul, I've been waiting for you to be inside me."

I took my dick in my unsteady hand and placed it on the soft curtain of skin. With one push it opened for me and I entered my mom's pussy. I thought I knew what it would feel like, but when I actually felt my cock sliding into my mother, I knew that I didn't know anything. Because it had nothing to do with thinking; it was all feeling. It was almost dreamlike with my swollen knob pushing her folds apart to enter the wet flesh that enclosed around mine, the throbbing width of my cock as my mother moved and massaged it, the deep insertion into the depths of her as farther into her center I penetrated. And my mother all the while saying, "Oh yes Paul, yes, like that, you're doing it so good baby, yes...yes...yes..."

I was inside my mother's pussy, inside her body, with my hard flesh penetrating her soft flesh. She was closed around me, holding me, massaging me, and I was outside myself, feeling exactly what the word ecstatic means. I had a lover and it was my mother. 

I moved inside her knowing all along I couldn't keep doing it for long. It was too much. But I didn't need much instruction for that part of it. I moved, she moved, we moved. It didn't matter, this angle, that angle, slow, fast, she pulled her legs back, she wrapped them around me, she spread them. It all felt so fucking good. 

Mom knew what she was doing; there was no doubt about that. Each time I pressed into her, she did something with her hips and her muscles that made me feel as if she was stroking me as much as I was stroking her. She guided me wordlessly with her finger tips or her hand and when I got it right she moaned or sighed with an, "Mmm..." that told me that my cock was getting her in a sweet spot. As for me, none of it could be wrong. Being in my mom's pussy made all of it feel good. Just looking at her with her thighs spread was awesome enough, but for a boy who'd never had a woman, to be stroking his cock into his mother's pussy was staggering. Each time I penetrated her open flesh, I thought 'This has to be the best anything could feel, ever.' 

The point of no return came sooner than I wanted, but I was proud that I held on as long as I did. As we moved together, mom was saying things so softly I could hardly make them out. I heard her say, "Yes," a lot and at one point I thought she mumbled, "Fuck me," or at least I hoped that was what she said. 

She started to buck up at me and that did me in. I stroked as fast as I could after telling her, "Mom I'm coming...oh mom." Actually each word came out as long as a sentence while I released my cum into my mother's pussy.

"Yes baby," she said. "Come inside me, come inside me." There was relief, there was amazement that I had just come inside my mother, and there was a disquieting question – was I good enough for mom to let me do it again? As the last of the body rocking blasts left me, I realized from mom's voice that she was still in control and she hadn't come.

When I was done she held me and said, "Yes baby, stay inside me, sweet baby." 

I kissed her neck and I said, "That was so good mom, but you didn't come did you?"

She said, "No, but it's okay, I will." I was hoping that meant that we would be having sex again soon. It did. I was inside her after about five minutes had passed. And that time she actually came before I did. I can't remember how many times I had her that night but it lasted until four in the morning. All we did was fuck. There was a time I wanted to stick my cock in her mouth, but I didn't want to push her. I said all we did was fuck; that sure wasn't a complaint. We did it doggy style, she sat on me, she rode me, her legs found so many positions to angle me into her that each one made it feel different. During that night, I learned more about sex than in all the years that went before, but what I didn't learn about was more important. 

After our screwing marathon, I must have had so many chemicals coursing through my body that I was up after only a few hours of sleep. Waking up in my mother's bed and remembering everything we'd done got me hard. I was tempted to wake mom and have sex with her again, but she was pretty wrecked after being awakened so many times through the night. I decided to leave her in her deep sleep. It was about nine o'clock on what felt like the best Sunday morning ever. I was full of energy and I knew that guys would be starting our usual game at the park, so I went. There would be plenty of time for fucking when I got back. I never played so well. 

After a few hours of playing we went for pizza and then went back and played again. After that it was beers. Then someone said that there was a baseball game at the university and there would be some kind of party afterwards for the incoming freshman class. So I went to the game. I went to the party. There was dancing, there was making out. 

I know what you're thinking. How dumb can you be? I hadn't even called mom. I was feeling so confident after my accomplishments during my fiery night with mom that I wanted to test out my new-found skills. They worked. I had never in my life made out with a girl on the first date. And this wasn't even a date. I danced with this stranger twice and we were going at it, and she was telling me that she wanted to see me again. This kind of thing didn't happen to me. 

When I finally got back to my mother's house it was evening and I was ready to go at it again with her. But I only had to look at her face to see that something was wrong. And that she had taken something. This was not new. In fact one of the reasons that the judge awarded custody of me to my father was that she often took something. It might be weed, or pills, or booze, or anything else she'd gotten hold of. That was one of the reasons I didn't know my mother very well. When I was a kid, I saw her once a week, if that much. At that age I didn't understand why, at times, my father wouldn't let me see her for months. 




Getting to Know Mom



Now she wasn't wrecked, but her speech was slow enough for me to know that her altered mind was somewhere else. I said, "Hey, how's it going mom?"

She said, "Yeah." She hadn't gotten dressed and I could see under her robe that she wasn't wearing a bra. I started to stiffen and moved to her taking her tit in my hand as I tried to kiss her. She moved back and said, "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

I said, "What's the matter?"

She said, "Look Paul, this was all a mistake."

I said, "Last night was a mistake? Mom it was great; you said it was great."

"I know what I said...I know what I thought, but I'm an idiot, a fucking idiot." That was two more 'Fucks' than mom usually said in a year. 

I said, "Did I do something wrong, are you pissed because I went out?"

"No Paul, you didn't do anything wrong, you're a boy, and I don't know what I was thinking. I thought it was about the sex for me." She hesitated a minute and then said, "Okay listen, it's not your fault, I'll try to explain some of it to you, but it's so damn embarrassing. I had this idea about you and me, and it got stuck in my head, I thought it was what I wanted...oh shit...look, I'm not saying it wasn't good. It was good, you were good, and I did want to have sex with you, but sitting around all day today, I realized that I was really looking for something more than sex. I need someone who can give me what I always wanted...what I couldn't get from your father. It's a sharing; it's intimacy that only has something to do with sex, but not everything. Oh for Christ's sake, I'm going on about something you probably have no idea what the hell I'm talking about."

"But mom," I said, "I thought I was good for you?"

"It's not you baby," she said. It's me. I just can't go through all this stuff anymore. I'm sorry...I'm sorry I can't do this. I'm too old for you and I need someone who's older and understands. It's probably too late for me and too early for you...bad timing honey." She took a deep breath. "You'll be fine, and I didn't mean to snap at you before. You're where you should be at your age. Just have fun and forget what happened...and forgive your old drunken stupid mother." A couple of tears rolled down her face.

I said, "Oh come on mom. I'm sorry, I should have called you; I should have come back earlier...don't be mad at me."

"I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at me. Please baby, I made a mistake, a terrible mistake...just try and forgive me."

I said, "Mom I'm not going to forgive you for the best night of my life."

She gave me a small smile and said, "Oh sweetie...then treat it as a onetime experience and take something positive out of it."

I said, "Mom..." and started to reach for her.

She shook her head and said, "No baby...maybe you should go."

I felt bad. She seemed so wounded and I'd never seen her so vulnerable. I said, "I want to stay here tonight."

She said, "Paulie, we're not going to have sex."

I said, "I heard you mom, okay, I just want to stay with you. Why don't you get dressed and we'll go to the diner and get something to eat."

She let out a deep breath and said, "I...oh okay, yeah, I'll get dressed...okay." 

We sat in the diner for about two and a half hours, talking. Mom said, "Thanks for staying with me tonight Paul; it makes me feel a little better that you don't hate me." 

I said, "How could I hate you? You're my mom." She smiled. I said, "I don't know if I should tell you this, but I went to this party this afternoon and I was different." She asked me how and I told her how confident I was and how I saw things differently. 

She said, "I'm glad baby. I guess we're not going to erase what happened last night, but maybe it can help us get to know each other better. I guess after that, we can talk to each other about practically anything."

I said, "Sure mom."

She said, "What I was trying to tell you about intimacy is that it's what makes things worthwhile. It's a sharing of, well, everything. You're together with someone in a way that connects you all the time, even when you're apart. I've had very little of it, but I know that it's what I want."

"It sounds great mom." I said. "I guess talking like this is something like that."

"Yes Paul it is. When you can open your heart to someone and trust them with it, yes, that's an important part of it." 

So we shared a chocolate cake and lots of things we'd never told each other. I learned about her relationship with my father from another perspective than I'd grown up with, and I told her about my fears with girls and what I hoped to do with my life. She took my arm as we walked home and said, "Thank you for this Paul. I didn't think I would feel good ever again." Whatever she had taken had worn off and she was clear eyed again. When we got home, we went to sleep, in separate beds.

In the morning, I checked the computer; bad news on both fronts. Nothing between Em and mom, and Unitech said they had more applicants then they could handle and weren't setting up interviews at present. I told mom, and after thinking for a minute she said, "I don't know if this would work, but maybe you could put up ads to fix computers." Mom lived in a development with three big buildings with hundreds of apartments."

I said, "I don't know, I guess I could fix most of the usual things that go wrong."

She said, "Give it a try." 

I told her I would and then I said, "Mom I want to tell you something, after talking last night, I felt bad about something I did. I read your e-mails."

She said, "What do you mean?"

I said, "I was on the computer and in your sent folder I saw the e-mail you sent to that person on who wrote stories, and I read two of them. I'm sorry mom, I shouldn't have, but after looking at the first one I...I'm sorry."

She covered her mouth for a moment and then said, "Oh, now I understand...well I guess that's all water under the bridge. I'm glad you told me Paul, and I'm glad you want things to be straight between us from now on...that's good."

I said, "Do you forgive me mom?"

She said, "Of course, we're not the same as when that happened, are we?"

I said, No mom, we're not. I think we're better."

She smiled and said, "I think we are too."

Mom's idea worked. Within days of leaving tear-off numbers on a flyer I'd made up, I started getting calls. I told people I wasn't a professional, but I was cheap. There were only a couple of people I had to tell to call someone else in. For the most part, it was mostly problems of the 'Forgot to put the plug in' variety. Some people even told me to come back once a week just to do a 'Clean out'. I was making more money than I would have at Unitech and I was in mom's complex three to four times a week. I usually stopped by and we had coffee, or she made me lunch, or we just talked.

I found out that my mom was a nice person. And you don't get to know someone by spending 'Quality time' with them; you get to know them just spending time, period. After a few months I saw another difference. I said, "Mom, is it my imagination, or are you taking less stuff?"

She laughed and said, "You noticed huh? Yes, it's not that I planned anything; I just don't seem to need as much to get by. I'm feeling better." Then she thought for a moment and said, "No, I shouldn't say I didn't do anything, I think since you've been coming over...I don't want to disappoint you. I am feeling better. I'm glad it shows."

I said, "It does mom, thanks for telling me." I got up and said, "Gotta go to work, see ya." I gave her an exaggerated kiss on both cheeks and she hugged me. I said, "Oh, I had an idea. How about next week, we take a vacation together?"

She laughed and said, "Have you lost your mind? I can hardly afford not being on vacation, and besides, this is first job I've had in a while I might actually be able to holds on to."

I said, "No I was talking about a different kind of vacation. I'll stay with you for the week and we'll do stuff together. I'm in and out these buildings almost every day anyway."

She said, "Sounds like fun. Okay I'll try and come up with some things to do and you do too, okay?"

I said "Yes ma'am," and left.

It was a great week. I had no memory of ever being with her for more than a day or two at a time. We had fun. We went to the movies, to the zoo, and to the beach. But that wasn't what made it special, it was being together. I thought we would never run out of things to say to each other. It was an amazing feeling, to say whatever you thought and felt to someone who was always opening up to you too, and listening, and understanding. 

I did hold back one thing. Not that I was hiding it, because I felt that she knew what I was feeling. So I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about my mother sexually. The night we had together wasn't something I was about to forget. It was my first, it was amazing, and it was with my mom. So yes, when I looked at her body, I wanted her, but there was more to it now. I liked being with her: I liked talking to her. No, it was more than 'like', it was 'need'.

One day, as fall approached she said, "I've been thinking about something; why don't you live here when you go back to school. It's closer, and you'd still be able to make some extra money around the buildings. What do you think?"

I said, "I'd like that mom, thanks. I miss you on the days I don't see you." 

I could see she was moved and she said, "Do you baby? I miss you too." 

I gave her a hug and it turned into my holding her. She stayed in my arms and gently kissed her lips. It was soft and mom's lips parted. The tips of our tongues touched for an instant before mom pulled her head back without letting go. She said, "Paul, what's happening here?"

I said, "We're falling in love."

She said, "You can't fall in love with a thirty-seven year old woman...especially one that's your mother."

I said, "I can, if you can fall in love with a nineteen year old who's your son. Can you mom?"

She said, "It's too late to ask me that question. I think I'm already there. Do you really love me Paul; is this about sex?"

I said, "Yes mom it's about sex, but it's not only about sex. Of course I want you; you get me crazy when I feel your body this close to me. But if you said that we couldn't have sex, I would still want to be with you, and talk with you, and spend time with you, because yes, I really love you mom."

"Oh Paul, during these last few months I've been asking myself if I could really be feeling this thing between us, or am I just fooling myself again?"

I said, "It's real mom, and I know what you were talking about when this first started. I want you for everything mom. Do you want me?" 

She said, "Yes Paulie, I do. Just promise me you'll fight with me to keep this working and that we won't give up."

"I promise mom." I guess you could say that those were our wedding vows. And that night was the beginning of our honeymoon, which was a Saturday night, just like the first time I had sex with my mother. But this one was even better, because there was love. 

After a long lasting hungry kiss, mom said, "Let's go to bed baby." We went to her bedroom and I stripped her slowly against every instinct I had to get into her pussy as soon as I could. But I did want it to last. I'd been with some girls since I first had mom, and my staying power was pretty good, but I wasn't sure I could last as long with my mother. 

Mom had other ideas anyway. She said, "I've been thinking about doing this for days now; I want you in my mouth." She pulled my pants down and as I stepped out of them she took my cock in her fist and said, "Yeah, that's how I remember it, thick, and big, and hard...ooh." She was on her knees in front of me and she opened her mouth wide to accept me. She moved toward me and I moved toward her. 

Mom fit her mouth around me and I said, "Ohhh..." as her lips and tongue began their massage. I stroked her hair and closed my eyes and I felt both of her hands on my balls and cock while she sucked. By the way she was doing it, I knew it wasn't going to be like the first time when she stopped after a minute or two. She sucked as if she was going to the end. She knew that I would come, and she knew where I would come - in her mouth. I knew it too.

She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and stroked evenly up and down the length of me while her other warm hand cupped and massaged my balls. How long could I last when the mother I was in love with was doing that to me - not very. I could feel her love as she sucked hard on the head and then took as much as she could down her throat. I watched as my pole slid between her lips. When she took my cock out of her mouth to lick up the shaft, I could see how engorged and swollen the crown was. It was almost purple and when mom sucked on it between her lips, it felt like a stretched balloon, in fact all of my cock was so hard, it stung.

She rubbed the knob along the inside of her cheek and then I felt myself going impossibly deep down her throat. She looked up at me with love and that made what she was doing to me even more intense. In one second I went into that place where everything explodes at once. I called, "MOM, MOM, MOM..." I didn't have to tell her I was coming. Without realizing it I grabbed her hair as the first cord of cum shot out of me. It stiffened my whole body and with each successive discharge, I yelled, "OH...OH...OH..." I didn't just cream, I poured it into her mouth. I can't imagine how much cum my mother swallowed; it seemed like it would never stop coming out of me. She kept sucking, long hard draws along my shaft. I gave her all I had. She made me shudder with each release until I was depleted, and satisfied, and filled with love for the woman that had made feel that way.

We got on the bed and I held her in my arms. I'd never know a more contented moment. I knew she loved me; I knew I loved her. And I knew that lovely body I held would bring me years of pleasure. And I wanted to pleasure her as well. After telling her how much I loved her, I kissed my way down her belly and over her mound. I liked how she had trimmed her pussy with a runway of neat hair above her smooth lips. I liked the taste of her shaved pussy when I licked over it, getting the first flavor of her juices. 

My mother's was the first pussy I'd ever eaten and I knew by the sounds she was making that I'd be doing it to her again. She directed me a little here and there but I knew enough to work the swollen little nub that was full of sensitive endings. Her clit emerged from the hood of folds and I licked and sucked on it as she began to thrash. Mom didn't seem able to lie still as I massaged it with my tongue. Within moments, mom was coming. She gave a high-pitched cry of, "PAULIEEEEE..." and I had a hard time keeping my mouth on her pussy as she bucked up. 

When she settled a bit I sucked hard and she had another spasm, almost as if she was coming again. Her whole body stiffened and then she shuddered as if electricity had gone through her. I kissed her clit and she almost jumped. I moved up and I kissed and sucked on her nipples that were also so sensitive that she squealed a little as I did it. 

I held her a while and asked her whether she'd had one or two orgasms she said, "Oh God, I can't tell, all I know is that I don't get to feel like that very often."

I said, "So I was good for you mom?"

She laughed, "Oh yes; you were good for me baby."

After letting her rest for a few minutes, I was ready to go. Her scent was going to my head and I wanted to be inside her. I sat up stroked her tits and then I rubbed her pussy. She was as ready as I was.

The first time I was inside my mother's pussy, I thought nothing could ever feel better. I was wrong. I don't know if it was because I loved her so much now, or because I thought I wasn't going to have her anymore, or anything else. I was sure this time was better. Now she was waiting for me. As I moved over her, she gave me a smile and put her hands behind her knees. She pulled her legs back and apart. Without using words she was saying that she was giving herself to me. For me, I don't think there could have been a sexier sight than a mother with her legs spread open for her son. And her eyes said that it wasn't only her body that she was giving, but also, her heart. 

I directed my cock to her shiny opening and entered her pussy with a long deep stroke until I was totally immersed in her wet flesh. She gave a long moan and I felt it go through me. I stayed in her, buried to the hilt. I said, "This is where I want to be mom."

She said, "Yes baby, this is where mommy wants you, so deep inside me." She took her hands from her legs and put them on my ass holding me inside her. I felt her heels on my back. She gyrated and moaned, moving her hips as best she could with me on top of her. She said, "Oh I missed you inside me. Even when I thought that this could never work, I still thought of how your cock filled me up that night." She flexed her hips and humped up a few times and said, "Yes, I missed you baby; do it, do it." 

I began stroking her with long deliberate insertions, savoring every inch of friction along the walls of her pussy. When I pulled back, I came out until the tip of my cock was just inside her folds. When I pushed back in, I drove to the depths where I hit the end of her and heard her make a sound that told me that she was completely filled. Again and again I embedded my cock inside her, penetrating her softness with my hardness. Soon we found a rhythm and moved into the place where lovers join.

I took one of her legs and put it on my shoulder and I could tell that mom liked the angle. She said, "Ooh yes that's good, OH yes, OH yes, OH yes...I love you so much Paul...it feels so good baby." I felt her love and how much better it made the sex that I felt that love for her too. I kept flexing my hips and increased the speed as mom's words matched my strokes. I took one of her tits and wrapped my fingers around it. I wanted to bend down and suck on the big puffed nipple that was stretched out of the top of my fist. I knew I couldn't get my mouth to it at the angle I was fucking her, so I massaged it between my fingers and that heightened mom's reaction. 

She said, "Paulie, you're going to make me come," as her breaths got harder and closer together. That was exactly what I wanted her to do. I felt strong on top of her, and each powerful thrust made me want to make her come.

I said, "Yes mom, come, come on your boy's hard cock, hard for you mom."

She "Yes, on my man's big cock, you're my man now Paulie, aren't you, tell me, tell me, tell me."

I could hear the acceleration in her voice and I said, "Yes mom, I'm your man, who's going to love you, and fuck you..."

She arched high, and I raised myself to let her, as I continued to drive into her pussy. She said, "Yes...Oh God...LOVE ME, FUCK ME, OHHHHhhhhhh..." She was loud as she came and I kept thrusting. Her orgasm was long and loud and felt almost as satisfying to me as it was to her. When her body dropped back down to the bed, she trembled with a few aftershocks that seemed like spasms. She said, "OH, OH, OH...oh my God...what was that...oh love I haven't felt that good...ever." She put her arms around my neck and pulled me down to kiss me. 

I had come out of her when she finished climaxing and as I kissed her I returned my still hard cock to her warm wet place. She said "Mmmmm..." and I could feel her smile as we kissed and I stroked. I kept stroking long and deep. She said, "You were always so strong love, and now you're going to be strong for me aren't you baby, I can feel it when you're in me, you'll help me get clean, so I can be good for you, won't you baby? That's what I want, to be good for you."

I said, "Yes mom, I will, we're going to do it all together, just you and me." I stroked deep into her pussy with powerful thrusts and she responded. I took her long legs and held them by the ankles. I pushed them back and as I pushed into her I looked at her fine butt. I let one leg fall on my shoulder and felt the firm flesh of her ass. I put my finger on the pink pucker and rubbed a little. She made an encouraging sound and I put my finger inside her. 




Getting to Know Mom



She opened her eyes and said, "Take me there Paulie, I want you to." She said, "Yes," almost to herself. Then she said, "I never let anyone before, but I want you to." I was taken aback. I hadn't thought about having anal sex. I was just getting used to the idea of any sex with my mother. 

I said, "Mom, it might hurt you."

She said, "I was always afraid of it, but I know it'll be good with you. I want to baby...if you want to." 

I looked at her round ass and the small inviting hole and said, "Yeah I want to mom." She took some saliva from her mouth and put in on the small hole. She didn't need to, because when I took my cock out of her pussy, it was soaked with my mother's juices. I placed the head on the rosy circle. 

As gently as I could I pressed in. Mom took a deep inhale and said, "OH."

I said, "Is it okay mom?"

She said, "Yes baby, I'm okay."

The anal ring squeezed my shaft just below the knob that was now inside her. It was tight. It was hot. And when I pushed in, it felt good. It was like a hot fist clutching my cock and massaging its way up and down its length as I managed to get a stroke going. It was more than I expected. It was more than mom expected. She said, "Oh God Paulie, oh God, you're so big inside me, yes baby, yes...don't stop, don't stop."

I was so glad it felt good for mom, because it felt great to me, and the last thing I wanted to do was to stop. I penetrated her a little faster to see how much she could take and she kept saying "Yes," so I stroked harder and deeper until I had inserted myself completely into her. I couldn't believe I had gone from total inexperience with any women to the point where I was buried to the hilt inside my mother's ass. She moaned as I pressed my balls against the sweet round globes at the end of each stroke.

As I penetrated and stroked, I understood that it was more than sex that my mother was giving to me. I told her, "I love you mom; I never felt this close to anybody, I'm inside you, and you're inside me." 

She knew I wasn't only talking about where my cock was. She said, "Yes baby, that's what I've always wanted, and I'm glad it's with you. Yes love, yes, you're inside my heart." I continued to accelerate the pace and despite the heat and friction of her tight hole, I was able to get a rhythm going. She said, "Yes honey, do it like that. Oh love, I didn't know it could be this good. Don't stop, don't stop."

With one hand I fondled one tit and then the other. I slid my hand over her belly down to her pussy and used my thumb to stimulate her clit. She surprised me by starting to come after a few seconds. She cried out "Aaaaiiieee..." and grabbed onto my back for support as she gyrated and thrashed from side to side.

I was close enough to my own orgasm to let go and begin filling her with my cum. I said, "MOM YES, OH FUCK YES..." as her tight ring milked my cock of all its juices.

I could see the pearly semen on my shaft and on her pucker as I moved faster in her now well lubricated hole. She kept calling out to me, "Paul, Paul, OH YES Baby, OH...OH...OH..." It felt as if I was filling her with the love that was flowing through me. I knew what it meant for my mother to be giving herself the way she was, and for me, it was our most beautiful act of love. 

As we both finished coming her tight grasp kept me inside her. Mom sighed and wrapped her arms around me as I eased myself on top of her. She gave me a long soft satisfied kiss and I said, "Mom, I'm going to love you forever."

She smiled and said, "I know." 

It sounds like the ending of a story, but in real life, things go on, things happen. Not we weren't happy for a long time, we were, for years. It was a new chapter in both our lives. I went to school, got a part-time job and mom worked. We struggled financially, but we got by. We lived as lovers, as husband and wife whenever we closed the door to our home. It sounds strange, but to us it was the most natural thing in the world, we loved each other and that's how we acted. In public we were more careful, because it's foolish to ask for trouble. We didn't care that few would understand.

We did make friends with one couple that we met on the internet, Jim and Sandy. They were a couple of years older than we were, but not much. They also were a mother and son and had been living together for seven years. They didn't live far from us and we spent enough time to get close to each other. 

At that time, I was twenty-three, mom had turned forty and I got this idea in my head. It started because of all the attention I gave to her nipples. I loved sucking on them and she loved my sucking on them. I did it so much of it that she told me one day that for hours after making love her nipples ached. When I apologized she said, "Oh no baby, I love that feeling. It's like when you make me sore sometimes from being in me for a long time." She smiled and said, "It's like having you at work with me the next day, I feel you, and I think about you." 

The idea had its genesis after the first six months of making love, when I began tasting a sweet fluid from mom's big nipples. Mom said it couldn't be, but when we looked it up, we found that a woman doesn't have to be pregnant to lactate, and that constant stimulation could start it. After that, the sweet juice coming from her nipples gave me ideas. I thought about her having my baby. And then every time I came inside her pussy with my bare flesh inside hers, I had the urge to make her pregnant. Of course I knew that she was taking the pill but I started imagining what it would be like. 

Jim and Sandy probably added fuel to the fire by telling us that they had actually tried to have a baby, but they couldn't get pregnant. And that led to one of our fights. When I first said something about it, she said, "You're kidding, right?" When I told her I wasn't, she became anxious about it. She said, "Let's think about this; I'm not a kid anymore."

I said, "Mom, you're young, you're strong, and you'd be beautiful." I kissed her and took her tit in my hand. I said, "I can just imagine what your tits and nipples would look like swollen with milk, and your belly carrying our baby."

She said, "Oh sweetheart, believe me, if I were younger I would love to have your baby, I would be proud to, I mean it love, but I don't think I could go through all that at this stage of my life. It's hard, believe me. Listen honey, haven't things been good with us, don't you always know how much I love you, don't I show you?" 

I said, "Yes mom."

She said, "Do you ever want anything from me in bed that I don't give you?"

I said, "No mom." It was true there were times when the urge would just strike me. She'd be reading a magazine or something and I'd go up to with a bulge in my pants and before I knew it I was in her mouth. I said, "Okay, forget it."

"Then let's not mess up a good thing," she said. "This would be crazy. We both work; I can't do it. Just listen to me and let it go. And why are calling me 'Mom' all of a sudden?" Since we'd been living together as lovers, I'd almost always called her Paula.

I said, "Maybe because you're making decisions as if I was your boy again. And maybe it's because you don't want to have my baby, maybe you're ashamed of me, and what we do, and who we are."

I just ran off at the mouth and mom became livid. She said, "How could you?" She was almost spluttering. "How could you say something like that to me when you know damn well how I feel, and how I show you the way I feel every day. When did I ever give you one reason to doubt me? That's terrible...my God..." She went from angry to crushed in one moment. The tears rolled down her cheeks and said, "All I do is love you...I'm never ashamed...never..."

I felt awful and I went to her and put my arms around her. I said, "You're right mom, it was a terrible thing to say. I know you're not ashamed. I just got this thing in my head. It seemed like you wouldn't even talk to me about it, but it still wasn't right. Do you forgive me love?" I kissed her wet eyes. 

She said, "Oh honey, of course I forgive you. You know I'm proud of you don't you, and proud of us? I didn't mean we can't talk about it. But when you said I treated you like you were still my boy...you'll always be my boy, won't you?" She gave me a hurt look.

I said, "Of course I'll always be your boy." She kissed me and caressed my cock the way she did whenever she thought I was upset with her. She usually tried to make me feel better with sex, and usually it worked, because, why wouldn't I feel better after coming in my mother's mouth, or pussy? She made me stiff and told me how proud she was to be the woman I wanted. She whispered in my ear as she wrapped her fingers around my cock. "And I'm proud of what you do to do me with this...you make me come so hard baby, you know that don't you, don't you?"

I said, "I do know it Paula, and I'm proud that you're my lover, and my mom, and you're my wife too, aren't you baby?"

She said, "Yes I'm your wife always. And maybe for now we could just think about me having your baby, and it could be a sweet fantasy for both of us to think about when you're inside me?" 

I said, "Yes Paula...Paula, my sweet wife." 

We made love. As I stroked her she said, "One day you're going to come inside me and make me pregnant, and mommy's going to have your baby, and I'll be so proud that you wanted it to be me." Mom's orgasm was quick and intense and she held me fiercely after she came.

And then Hell came up and swallowed us whole. Mom and Sandy were coming back from the supermarket when a fucking drunk driver ran a stop sign and broadsided their car. I hope he rots in jail for the rest of his life. Sandy was killed. This beautiful loving person that I saw hours before was gone forever. 

Mom was critical and comatose. They thought that somehow her head had banged sideways into the window even though the bag had inflated. She was on the opposite side of the impact and had only minor physical injuries. The trauma was causing her brain to swell. It was a horror show.

I spent day and night there. After a two days Jim came and stayed with me. We waited and waited and most of time they told us nothing except, 'We're doing all we can.' Fuck. My life was going down the drain. Jim cried and held mom's hand as if hoping that if she lived, somehow his mother would also. On the second day he said that mom squeezed his hand. I ran to get the doctor, but the nurse said that it was just a reflex and very common. We waited some more.

Jim was distraught, and I wasn't far behind. All I had was the hope that the doctors held out that she could come out of it at any time. What her condition might be they couldn't tell because of the head trauma. 

On the fifth day mom woke up. It was wonderful and terrible. She was confused and didn't remember anything. She hardly spoke and slept all the time. It wasn't like in the movies where the person wakes up and everybody is cheerfully getting back to their lives. The next day while the doctor was examining her, she pointed to me as if trying to remember and said, "Is that my husband?" 

The doctor said, "No Mrs. Miler, that's your son, and he's been here since the accident, looking after you."

She said, "Oh." She looked off into the distance and said, "There was an accident." You could tell by her flat tone that she had no idea about any of it. During the next two days it became apparent that there was a change in her personality, a definite lack of emotion. I hoped it was temporary. Mom had been a passionate person, whether we were talking about a movie, or fighting, or, making love. Now, nothing fired her up. She was quiet, docile, and spoke in a monotone that I hated to hear.

After a few more days, the doctors said there wasn't more that they could do and that since she had begun to remember some small details of the past, hopefully her progress would accelerate. They also said that the longer it took, the less chance of it all coming back. 

When the swelling went down, I took her home and although she could get around, she spent a lot time in bed. She was a strange mixture of able and unable. If I told her what to do, she was fine. Left to her own devices, she could hardly initiate any actions. I left her lists of things to do and Jim and a neighbor stopped in, since we had only one income again and I had to go to work. 

A week went by and there was little progress. When I came home one night I found her in bed distractedly putting lotion on the same arm over and over. I said, "Let me do that for you mom." She rested on her side and I put it on her legs and arms. The nightgown was loose and I reached down her back to with the lotion and she made soothing sounds.

The memory of her soft skin against me exploded in my brain. She wasn't completely on her stomach and I slowly stroked over the breast I could reach. I did it again and then stopped, thinking better of it. I didn't know what to expect. She didn't jump or yell and I returned to the back rub. She said, "Paul, why did you do that, I'm your mother."

I wanted to tell her how much I loved her and wanted her, but I said, "Sorry, it was an accident."

She said, "Oh, okay." The repercussions of the touch came the next day. I brought her breakfast before going to work and she said, "Paul I had strange dreams last night, I don't remember the details. Paul, will you tell me the truth about something?"

I said, "Of course mom."

She said, "Did you ever touch me like you did yesterday...while I was asleep?"

I was horrified. I said, "Mom! I would never do that." 

She was very dispassionate about the whole thing and kept asking me questions seemingly more out of curiosity than anything else. I think that her body remembered my hands on it, and I was glad of that. She said, "Paul were we ever intimate?"

I thought that the truth might upset her, but she asked calmly and I just said, "Yes."

She made a little 'Hmm' sound and said, "Were we intimate more than once?"

I said, "Yes."

She said, "Many times?"

I said, "Many...many times."

She said, "Did I seduce you, or did you seduce me?"

I said, "We seduced each other." 

She said, "Do you think that's why I thought you were my husband after the accident?"

I couldn't take the questions anymore. I rested my head on her breasts and just said, "Oh mom..." 

She stroked my hair and said, "I guess that's a yes...so strange...my son was my lover." She sounded far off. "But I can almost understand it, you're good looking, and so sweet, and so loving. You know Paul, it doesn't seem wrong to me, but I can't remember. Was it good Paul, did we love each other well?"

I said, "It was perfect mom, even when we fought, it was perfect."

She said, "Do you want to touch me Paul...you can if you want to."

I was in a state of turmoil. She was inviting me to touch her, but she wasn't Paula. I gave in to my temptation hoping we could both wake up from this bad dream. I pulled down the top of her nightgown and cupped one of her tits pushing the flesh toward her expanding nipple. I put it in my mouth as I had so many times before. I sucked hard on the nipple and mom said, "Oh that's nice Paul; that feels nice." It wasn't Paula talking, it wasn't my mom. I couldn't go on.

I pulled the nightgown back up over her breasts and said, "I have to go to work now mom, I'll see you soon, okay?"

She said, "Okay," as if nothing had just happened. I knew that if I had slept with her, I would never forgive myself. It would have felt as if I were taking advantage of the stranger my mother had become. It would have felt like I was cheating on mom.

As more time passed I worried. I had no encouragement until I came home from work one day and mom said, "Oh Paul, I'm glad you're home." That statement under normal circumstances would not be remarkable at all." But my heart jumped, because she had smiled and there was some life and excitement in her words for the first time since the accident. She said, "I remembered some things. We went to the lake and rented a paddleboat, and we had ice cream on the lawn and it dripped on my white dress, didn't it?" 

I said, "Yes mom it did; that's great! The doctor said that it may come back little by little. I went to kiss her as I normally did, but I thought I might freak her out so I kissed her on both cheeks. She kissed my lips, but not for long. She gave me a warm smile. She shook her head, and said, "Are you sure you didn't tell me we were lovers just so you could get in my pants?"

I said, "Mom!"

She laughed, "I was only kidding." I was relieved. It was her first joke. She said, "I know we were close, I can feel it, I'm sorry Paul."

I said, "There's nothing to be sorry about; I'm just happy you're getting better."

She said, "Give me a kiss." This time it was a lover's kiss and it lasted, and she said, "Mmm nice." 

The next night she remembered more things that we'd done, and lots of what was going on in the world, but nothing about our lovemaking. So I was surprised that when I was about to go to bed, she called me into her bedroom and said, "Paul it doesn't matter if I remember or not, I want you to touch me like you did the other night." Most of my reluctance was washed away by the tone of her voice.

I began by sucking on her nipples and this time I did it for a while. I remembered what she had once told me, that a mother's tits were made for her child. As I fondled and sucked on hers, I believed that they were made for me. I tasted some sweet fluid and I left it on my tongue and took it to mom's mouth. When she tasted it she looked at me in surprise. I said, "It's okay mom, it's because I do this a lot...we both used to like it."

She smiled and said, "We still do sweetie." It was nice to hear an endearment from her, I had missed them. I lifted her nightgown and kissed her belly down to the top of her panties to gauge her reaction. She was breathing harder and obviously didn't want me to stop. I pulled her panties down. I licked her the way she liked; I sucked her the way she liked. She closed her eyes and gave in to it. 

I used the tip of my tongue on her clit and she made some of the old noises. Her juices were flowing and she was holding my hair and sometimes pulling it as her excitement grew. That was something she hadn't done before. It seemed as if there was newness to the experience for her. When I sucked her whole clit between my lips and massaged it with my tongue, mom started to come. It was great to hear and see her in the throes of her orgasm. She cried out and said, "Ohhhh...yeeessss...ohhhhh....." She sighed as she finished and said, "That was so lovely dear...you must know me, don't you, you know how to make me feel good...but I don't remember what you like Paul."

I said, "It doesn't matter, you will." 

In the best of all possible worlds or in a movie, her orgasm would trigger a flood of memories and all would be as it was, but I was happy enough with the fact that she had wanted me, and spoke to me lovingly after she finished. She said, "I feel good with you Paul, and close to you; you make me feel safe." I wasn't sure if she wanted me to stay with her for the night, so I kissed her and got up to. She said, "NO!" in an agitated way and she pulled me back down and said, "Stay with me please, I love you, stay with me."

I held her and said, "I'll always stay with you love, I'm here. There's nothing to worry about." She slept quietly in my arms. Even though she had been upset, I was glad to see more of her emotions coming into play. 

And that would be the key. In the next five days she began remembering more of the events that were tied to her emotions until she said, "When I called you my husband in the hospital, it was because you are my husband and I'm your wife, aren't I?"




Getting to Know Mom



I'm not ashamed to say that my eyes filled with tears when I heard that. I held her and said, "Yes Paula you're my wife, yes, yes you are." 

She put her hand on my cock the way I was aching for her to do and said, "Then come and be my husband."

We kissed for a long time as we stood by the bed. I savored her mouth and tongue playing with mine. It was the same and it was different. Our hands found each others body and touched. We took off each other's clothes. Mom's skin seemed especially sensitive and my fingertips across her breasts and nipples sent a slight shiver down her body. I wanted her pussy. I cupped it and rubbed it and slid a finger along the folds until they split and parted. I fingered the wetness within and brought the dewy moisture between both of our lips as we kissed. Mom licked it and I told her, "That's your love for me."

She said, "Yes darling." It wasn't a usual word for her. I liked the sound and the breathy way she said it. I reached behind and held the full globes of her ass. They were soft and firm and pliant all at once. She kissed my neck and then my nipples. She went down on one knee and took my cock in her hand. She said, "You're so thick and hard for me." Mom was always fascinated and proud of my physical response to her sexuality. It didn't take more that a caress or the sight of her bare flesh to show my craving to be inside her.

She took the swollen knob into her mouth and sucked on it. She did it longer than usual. I couldn't stand not moving, so I began flexing my hips to get more of my cock into her mouth. She stayed still as I went in and out of her mouth. I controlled myself not to push in too far to keep her from gagging. Between the warm wetness of her mouth and tongue, and the sighs she made as she did me, I easily could have come, drained and satisfied, as I had often been after coming in her mouth, but I wanted to be in her pussy, the way we used to be. 

I pulled back and directed her to the bed where she lay back and opened her legs. My cock practically directed itself into her. He pussy opened to accept me and she gave a winsome cry as my first penetration joined us. With each entry into the wet passageway I went deeper and mom responded with an encouraging, "Yes." She held my arms and pulled her legs back and said, "I want this Paul, I want you."

I said, "I always want you Paula, like this, like this, like this." 

Mom said, "Yes, baby, yes."

As I pumped her with deeper penetrations, I said, "This is where I belong, mom."

She said, "Yes baby, I can feel it, you belong inside me, in my pussy, in me, in me, Ohhh..."

She kept moaning and I pushed in as deep as I could go with powerful thrusts that she encouraged by saying, "Yes darling, hard, like that." 

I felt part of her again, I had my Paula back, I had my mom. Each stroke confirmed to me that we would again be as we once were, part of each other, inside each other. I could feel her slight bucks as her back arched in anticipation of her orgasm. After a few more thrusts, a high pitch "AHHHhhhhh..." pierced the room and mom started to come. I quickened the tempo of my penetrations because I wanted to come with her. Many times in our lovemaking it didn't matter, but at that moment I wanted to be with her physically as well as emotionally. My quick hard strokes brought us both off.

I called to her, "Paula...mom...," and began releasing my love-milk into her pussy. 

She could feel me letting go inside her and she said, "Yes love, come inside me, fill me, fill me..."

I think that I literally did fill her as I kept coming, seemingly with no end. I could see the pearly glaze all over my shaft and on the lips of her pussy as I slowed and felt the last shudders of my mother's orgasm. 

Mom laughed in relief and said, "Oh sweetheart, it's good to be back." 

I said, "Don't ever go away again." 

She held me and said, "I won't baby, and you, don't ever stop wanting me like this."

My kisses said, 'Never.'



Getting to Know Mom



I would like to share a story with you that is part fact and part fiction. You'll have to guess where that line is drawn. This is my first story so please be gentle. The names have been changed to protect the innocent, of course.

It was a warm Friday night and my wife, Kayla, and I were sitting out on our deck with my mother, Rhonda. She was visiting for a few days from out of town. We had had dinner with some friends of ours, Rick & Tanya, but they had to leave shortly after. A babysitter issue, it seemed. 

I hadn't seen my mother in several months so we spent a good deal of time catching up. We were on our second bottle of wine when, out of the blue, my mother asked Kayla if Tanya had had a boob job. I almost blew wine out of my nose! 

While I wouldn't consider my mother stuffy or puritanical, there were never really any conversations about sex or body parts growing up. I don't think it was taboo or anything, it just never happened. I certainly wasn't going to bring it up, though I always had a feeling mom would have been open about it if I had.

"They were way too perky to be real," she said matter-of-factly and then she and my wife giggled. My wife commented that women should be proud of what they have. She has never been an advocate of plastic surgery and I agreed. 

"Well, I used to be a B-cup but my weight gain changed that." She had gained quite a bit of weight a few years ago but then decided enough was enough, joined a gym and got back in to "fighting weight" as she called it. "You'll never guess what I am now."

"Mom!!" I almost whined. I was thinking it was time to cut her off.

"What? I'm just making conversation!" she said. Kayla was just giggling in her hand.

"I don't really need to know what size bra you wear," I said.

She looked a Kayla and said, "I embarrassed my baby boy," and they giggled some more. "Well, since you won't guess I'll just tell you: I'm a D-cup now!"

At that point I couldn't help but take a quick glance. Now I've never had sexual thoughts about my mother. I do admit she is an attractive woman, especially for her late 40's but my thoughts had never gone further than that. Apparently my wife noticed and gave me a nudge to the ribs with her elbow. She was smiling, though, so I didn't think I was in too much trouble.

"I think you've had enough wine, Mom," I told her trying to keep things from going down an uncomfortable road.

"Hey, I haven't let me hair down in a long time so just pour me another glass!" This brought another round of giggles. You see, my mother also has a condition called alopecia. Several years ago she began losing her hair for unknown reasons and now wears a wig. She is completely bald but few people know. She rarely goes without it even around her family.

After Kayla calmed down a bit she said "Sometimes I wish I could just wear a wig so I didn't have to spend so much time getting ready every morning." I could have agreed to that but wisely kept my opinion to myself.

"While it was pretty difficult for me when it first started happening, I decided to just make the best of it. There are some negatives but there are positives as well, like not having to shave my legs." Mom said with a grin and another gulp of wine.

"I had never thought of that," exclaimed Kayla. Neither had I but I was pretending I was somewhere else. "Have you lost all of your hair?"

"All of it," said my mom. 

"Even...?" Kayla's curiosity was apparently peaked though I'd never know her to be interested in other women at all.

"Even there," said Mom with a huge grin.

My mind was spinning a little. Wine and way more information about my mother than I thought I would ever know had taken its toll. At this point I announced I was tired and going to bed, they could stay up chatting if they wished. Both tried to cajole me in to staying and my mom promised to behave but I excused myself.

About an hour later Kayla came upstairs. As she got in to bed, Kayla rolled over and looked at me with a mischievous smile. "Did our conversation embarrass you?" she asked. 

"No," I replied. 

"Then why did you leave?"

"I was tired," I claimed.

"That wasn't it. You ALWAYS stay up later than I do. What gives?" She was persistent.

"I don't know. I figured I didn't need to know those kinds of things about my own mother."

"You were embarrassed!" she teased.

"No, I wasn't!"

After several seconds she snuggled closer and whispered, "I got to see it!"

"See what?" I asked.

"You're mother's pussy."

Pause. "Really?" I replied noncommittally.

"Yes."

"And how did that happen?"

So she told me:

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Well, after you left we had a couple of more glasses of wine and the conversation came back around to her condition. I asked her what it was like not having hair 'down there'.

"It was strange at first but then I just got used it. I do like not having to trim regularly. It's like being shaved without the itch," your mom said with a smile. 

"Mom!! I'm surprised you would do something like that." She said it was in her younger and wilder days and we giggled a little."

After a few minutes, I started to ask your mom something and then paused. She asked what I was going to say and I said I didn't want to embarrass her. She said she didn't embarrass easily so go ahead and ask. I sheepishly asked "Can I see it?" 

"See what?" 

"Umm, down there"

"My...pussy?" (My mom must have been well on her way to being drunk as I had never heard her use that word! Admittedly I felt a little switch down below!)

"Yes," I grinned.

She thought about it for a moment and said "Why not!". She then stood up and slowly pulled off her shorts and stood there in her panties. "Are you sure?" she asked.

I just nodded, my eyes fixed on your mother's panties. She turned her back and slowly pulled them off. Looking over her shoulder she said "Last chance to chicken out!" and threw her panties in my lap.

"I'm...no chicken!"

She turned around quickly with a "Tada!!", her hands on her hips. "What do you think?" she asked.

"Wow!" was all I could say. I really couldn't see much except the hint of her clit. I leaned forward a little, I guess, because she said "Do you want a better look?" and sat back down on her lounge chair. Leaning back a little, she spread her legs. 

At this point I figure what the heck. I started to reach out and then paused. "Do you mind?" She just shook her head slowly. I very slowly ran my index finger along the bare skin on each side of her slit. "That is sooo smooth!" I exclaimed. I kept stroking for several seconds and noticed your mom's clit starting to enlarge. I looked up and her eyes were closed. I guess I did chicken out at that point and leaned back in to my chair. "That is awesome, Mom! Jack would love it if my pussy looked like that!"

She smiled and said "I'll just bet he would!" Just then the neighbor's dog started barking and broke the tension. Your mom reached down and gave her pussy a quick rub and then stood up and put on her shorts. She glanced at her panties still in my lap but didn't say anything about them.

She said she needed to be heading to bed, that the wine was really getting to her. We came inside and I made sure was settled in the guest room.

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I was trying to absorb the evening's events and was speechless to say the least.

"I've noticed a visitor in bed with us," she said as she rubbed her leg against my now full erection. 

Now, as I'd mentioned, I've noticed that my mother is an attractive women but never had sexual thoughts about her so I was quite embarrassed. "Who wouldn't with you laying so close and rubbing against me! Can't a guy get aroused by his own wife?"

"Are you sure it was me and not tonight's activities that got you hard?" she teased.

I couldn't think of a snappy comeback and Kayla took advantage of my silence. "Don't you wish you had stuck around a little while longer?" She rubbed my hard-on and whispered "You could've seen you're mother's smooth, bare pussy!"

I groaned! I couldn't help it! "Maybe she would have let you touch it, too!" 

At that point I rolled over, slid my shorts off and slid my cock in to my wife's pussy. She was soaked! Our lovemaking was almost frantic. We both exploded just a few short minutes later.

As we lay facing each other catching our breath my wife looked me in the eyes and said "Do you want to see your mother's pussy?" I nodded. She just smiled and we drifted off to sleep.

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Part II is roiling in my mind and hope to post it soon.



Getting to Know Mom Ch. 02



If you've not already done so, please consider reading part one of this story to see how this all started. Polite (whether positive or negative) comments are welcome.

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The next morning I woke to the smell of bacon. I put on shorts and a t-shirt and wandered downstairs. My lovely wife was preparing breakfast. Turning, she poured me a cup of coffee and handed it to me with a brief but passionate kiss. 

"Sleep well, baby?" she asked. I simply nodded. She stared at me for a few seconds with a grin and turned back to breakfast.

Moments later Mom walked in to the kitchen. "'Morning, guys!" she announced cheerily. I looked over in time to see her lifting a pair of panties from the back of one of the stools at the breakfast bar. "I wondered where those were." She twirled them on her fingers and walked out of the room.

We sat down to a fairly quiet breakfast. Kayla asked what my plans were for the day. Thinking I need to get out of the house, I told her I was going to work for a little while in the yard. I manage an upscale restaurant and had taken some much needed vacation time this weekend. It can be a very stressful job with long hours and late nights. Yard work relaxes me and I was a little behind.

As I carried my dishes to the sink, I asked what the plans were for the evening. My mom jumped in to say she would be happy with another meal at home as she was still tired from her drive. "How about grilled steaks out on the deck?" I offered. Both women agreed. I asked my wife to marinate some sirloins and I would grill them tonight.

They decided some girl time was in order and made plans to go shopping. Manual labor kept my mind occupied. There were fleeting thoughts about the night before but I pushed them out as quickly as I could. I wasn't quite sure if I wanted to think about my own mother in a sexual way. It was easy in bed while being coaxed by my wife but out in the sun was a whole different story.

A quick sandwich for lunch and it was back to work. By mid-afternoon I had made up my mind last night was a one-time fantasy.

I was putting away my tools just as my wife and mother got home. They didn't have as many bags as I thought they might, thankfully. "Did you ladies enjoy yourselves?"

They said they did and started to tell me about the stores they visited. I begged off stating that I desperately needed a shower.

After cleaning up, I entered the kitchen to see Kayla and my mom preparing sides and a salad for dinner. I was immediately handed my apron, tongs and a plate of steaks. "The grill is already lit." Kayla told me. 

"Are we in a hurry?"I asked.

"Window shopping is hard work," my mother claimed. "You should try it sometime instead of piddling in the yard," she teased.

"Hmph," was my best retort as I headed to the deck. I admired my manicured yard as I watched over the steaks. Guys have to act like there is a lot more involved to grilling than there really is to protect our domain. I'm not sure if women buy in to it, though.

A short time later we sat down to a simple but very satisfying meal. There was a lot of small talk and more catching up. "This steak is perfect!" my mother exclaimed. "What is your secret?"

"Years of practice and techniques I can't share with women." They nodded appreciatively and then rolled their eyes at each other laughing.

As we cleared the table and settled down to watch the sunset, my wife brought at a pitcher of Margarita's. I wasn't sure this was a good idea after last night but kept quiet. I sipped but Kayla and Mom drank a little faster. 

Soon it was my turn to go in and make another pitcher. As I was walking back out I passed my mom. "Be right back!" she said cheerily.

I sat down and my wife told me "Your mom's bra was pinching her so I told her to make herself comfortable." She smiled and that made me nervous.

My mom came back out in a button-up blouse and shorts. Her breasts were obviously no longer encumbered by a bra. They shook as she walked and I noticed a hint of nipples as she sat down. I quickly looked away.

"I hope you don't mind but Kayla said to make myself at home." I simply shook my head "no" and poured another round of drinks.

About a half hour later my wife announced that she had to visit the powder room. I asked my mom about her sister, my aunt, who I hadn't seen in some time. I wanted to ensure the conversation didn't take a turn like the previous night. 

My wife come to the door and called me over with the phone in her hand. "It's work," she said with disappointment in her voice. She backed in the house but didn't hand me the phone. I was confused.

"Were you serious last night?" she asked. 

"About what?"

"Seeing your mom," she answered.

She stared in my eyes. "If you still want to I'll help." I could see the arousal in her eyes and it was contagious. The excitement from the night before hit me again but I could only nod.

"Come out and say there is a problem at work and you have to go in. Don't leave, though. Come around through the side gate and wait patiently." She had obviously planned this out.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked.

She leaned in to me with an incredibly passionate kiss and a short pass across my crotch. "I'm sure." She went out to sit with my mom.

Last night's head-spin started again. Could this really be happening? How far would it go? But the look in my wife's eyes and the kiss she just gave me sealed my fate.

I want out acting frustrated. "That was Mike. There's a problem at the restaurant and I have to go in."

"But honey, you're supposed to be off! Can't those guys go more than one night without you? What's the point in having assistant managers?" She was playing it up well.

"Don't forget I'm only here for a few days," my mother reminded me, little bit of a pout showing in her eyes.

"I know, Mom. It can't be helped. I won't be gone long," and kissed the top of her head. I leaned over to kiss my wife and she gave me a little bit of tongue. "See you soon."

I went back inside and waited several minutes. I'd like to tell you that I was arguing with myself or reconsidering but that wasn't the case. I'd gone from no sexual thoughts about my mother to planning a seduction with my wife in less than a day.

I went out the front door and around to the side gate. Slowly and quietly I opened the gate and slid into the back yard. There are some shrubs and a rather large tree at that corner of the house so I had some darkness to conceal my movements. I was close enough to the deck to see my wife and my mother and hear them quite clearly.

I was just in time to hear my mom ask Kayla if her being there made me uncomfortable. "I don't want to break any routines, if you know what I mean." 

Kayla just laughed and said "It would take more than you being here to quench that in Jack."

"I was afraid that I really embarrassed him last night. And he would hardly look at me after I changed clothes and came back out tonight." She was genuinely concerned but I could hear a hint of laughter in her voice. 

"He told me last night that he had just heard more about you than he expected." Kayla said.

It got quiet for several seconds. "Last night didn't embarrass you?" Kayla then asked.

"I'm not sure if it was the alcohol but it didn't embarrass me at all. Don't worry about me"

"I'll keep that in mind if I ever decide to ask to see your body parts again," Kayla quipped.

They just sat quietly sipping their drinks for a minute when my wife asked quietly, "So, you'd do it again if someone asked?"

Thinking for just a couple of seconds, my mom answered with a quiet "Yes."

My chest was pounding and my cock began to swell. Kayla was playing this carefully and the anticipation was killing me!

"Well, I've considered shaving and another peek my help me decide."

I could see a small smile on my mother's lips as she responded, "You can't make a decision like that lightly, huh?"

"Yeah," said Kayla. 

"So..." Mom turned her chair toward Kayla. "Now is a good a time as any." Lifting her hips she slowly pulled down her shorts and panties and dropped them to the deck. Leaning back she spread her legs. She was now facing me so I could see her pussy. It was as bare as could be! Now I was completely hard. 

Kayla moved from her chair on to her knees on the deck and pretended to look clinically, moving her head slowly from side to side. She reached out and gently caressed up and down my mother's thigh with her left hand. I could see mom's thighs spread apart a little more. Kayla's touch went higher and higher with each stroke and moved inward.

My mother's head tilted back and her eyes closed. Kayla apparently took this as unspoken permission to continue. Kayla glanced quickly over her shoulder in my direction with smile. While I could see I desperately wanted to move in for a closer look. I moved forward but Kayla saw me and shook her head "no" so I reluctantly stepped back in to the shadows.

Turning back to her mother, my wife moved her hand further and began stroking up and down either side of my mother's pussy with two fingers. Her touch was slow and gentle, teasing. I thought I heard a faint moan come from my mother's throat. I was throbbing now and willed her to continue. 

On her next pass Kayla softly brushed the tip of her finger across my mom's clit, causing her to arch her back slightly. Again. And once more. On the fourth brush I definitely heard a whimper and a soft "yessss" from my mother. Kayla put her finger in her mouth, wet it and began to stroke my mother's clit in earnest, pressing on each side and across the top. We were all breathing hard now and I could hear my heart beating in my ears. 

My wife moved her fingers now lower, slightly penetrating my mother's pussy lips, stroking up and down. She turned her body slightly to make sure I could see what she was doing. Even from where I stood I could see that she was wet. Mom's hips were now moving in rhythm with Kayla's fingers. 

Kayla continued her ministrations for what seemed liked hours but was probably only a minute or two. Mom raised her head now to look Kayla in the eyes. "Please!" she whispered. Without breaking her gaze, Kayla turned her wrist and slowly started inserting the tip of her index finger inside my mother, and then tiny pushes in and out, going a bit further each time. My mother's head went back and her eyes closed again. 

By now Kayla's finger was deep inside my mother. With each stroke her thumb pushed on mom's clit. I don't think I could possibly have been more aroused. I lowered my shorts and began to rub my cock. I stepped around and in to the light just enough for Kayla to see me. She smiled at me again and continued fucking my mother's pussy. I had to slow down my stroke to keep from exploding.

With her right hand she reached up and starting unbuttoning mom's shirt, one button at a time, ever so slowly. She was teasing me just as much as she was my mother. She reached the bottom button but left the short open only slightly. She ran her hand up and down my mother's chest several times before peeling the shirt off, starting on mom's right side (farthest from me, of course). Now the left side! Oh, my gosh! My mother's breasts hung slightly to each side. Kayla's right hand went up, over and around to cup the left breast from the underside. She lifted and massaged the huge globe and then slid her palm up over mom's nipple. "Ohhh," she moaned. And so did I! Kayla looked over with a look that said to be quiet. 

She run her hand over mom's right breast in the same way and then back to the left and pinched mom's nipple between her thumb and index finger, pulling just a little. All the while, Kayla's left hand continued to work its magic on my mother's pussy, slowly in and out. Mom was now thrusting her hips against Kayla's hand and gripping the arms of her chair. Kayla didn't seem to be in any kind of hurry, obviously wanting this to last. 

Now my wife leaned forward. I was a little frustrated because she blocked my view of my mother's pussy. But my frustration was short lived as she bent her head and licked my mother's nipple, tiny, teasing licks at first, circling with her tongue. She gave a gentle kiss and then engulfed mom's nipple with her lips. My mother's hand came up and held the back of my wife's head, holding her close to her breast. She was mewling and writhing in her chair. Kayla began increasing the intensity of her sucking and fingering. 

My mother was now moaning loudly. I almost wished she would open her eyes and see me! What would she do? I did not dare touch myself. I was so absolutely turned on watching my wife make love to my mother that I felt like I could cum without a touch. 

All of a sudden my mother started to shake uncontrollably. Her feet actually came up off the deck as an orgasm began wracking her body. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" I heard her repeat over and over as she came on my wife's finger. Kayla did not let up at all. She continued fucking and sucking my mom, riding her to orgasm after orgasm. From the sounds she was making, I think she might have even cum herself.

Gradually Kayla slowed her motions to gentle licks on my mother's nipple. She withdrew her finger and run it up and down mom's slit causing additions shivers. My mother lay there for a few moments and finally opened her eyes. I stepped back in to the shadow, not wanting to ruin the moment. Kayla straightened up and leaned back as my mother sat up in her chair. 

They stared at each other for a moment and my mom leaned over and kissed Kayla gently on her lips. "Thank you," she said breathed. "I don't think I've ever cum so hard in my life!"

"I've never made love to another woman," my wife confessed. "I'm glad to see I did it right."

"Did you ever!" mom exclaimed and they both laughed. "So this is your first time with a woman, too?" Kayla nodded. "I wouldn't have guessed from the way you were touching me. You hit all of the right places."

"I just did to you what I like done to me."

"Hmmm. Sounds easy enough," said mom. She raised her hand and brushed a wisp of hair from Kayla's face and caressed her cheek. "Maybe I could try it?"

Kayla nodded her head. "I think I would like that."

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Thank you for reading my tale so far. I didn't intend for this to be a three-part story but it's a little longer than I expected. I hope to have the final part finished and posted shortly.



Getting to Know Mom Ch. 03



This is the last of three chapters in my sordid tale. Do read chapters one and two for the full impact.

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Part III

My mother stood and lifted Kayla to her feet. She shrugged her shoulders to let her shirt fall off and I saw my mother completely nude for the first time in my life! She placed her hands on my wife's hips and stepped in with a slow passionate kiss. They embraced and their hands began to roam each others' bodies. My mom lifted my wife's shirt up, breaking the kiss only long enough for it to clear her head. She then reached behind and unclasped Kayla's bra. She stepped back slightly to let it fall to the deck with the rest of their clothing and gazed at my wife's body.

My wife has an incredible body! I'm a bit biased, I know, but it is! She is about 5' 10" with shoulder-length auburn hair. She stays in great shape without an athletic "hard body". I love here curves, most particular her full "C" cup breasts. They sag just enough to give that underside fullness that I love. 

My wife lifted her hands a little in a "what do you think" pose as she stood there in nothing but her sexy white panties. My mother just smiled. "Let's even this up, shall we?" she said and bent over to slide my wife's panties down. I couldn't help but notice my mother's breasts hanging down as she did so! Wow! 

By this time I had calmed down enough that I was able to slowly begin stroking my cock again without fear of shooting cum across the yard. I was standing almost in the center of a porn movie, my wildest fantasy (girl-girl sex) was happening right in front of me. I wanted so badly to run up and join but wanted desperately to see what was going to happen next!

Up on the deck my wife had stepped out of her panties with my mother's help. My mother stood back up and admired my wife's nude form with an appreciative smile. She reached out to caress the side of my wife's breasts and then run her thumbs over the nipples. "Are you sure you want to continue?" my wife asked. "Oh, yes!" my mother exclaimed! "We can't turn back now, baby. I still owe you. Shall we go inside?" 

My heart sunk! I was about to lose sight of the most incredible thing I've ever seen in my life! But my wife had things under control. "I love it out here," she said. "It's sooo naughty out here naked with you," she purred. My mother nodded and I almost cracked up. Like it wasn't already naughty!

We have a padded bench right near the edge of the deck. My mother took Kayla's hand and led her over to the bench. It was between us so they walked directly toward me for a few steps. I could see Kayla staring in to the dark trying to find me but I was hidden well. Mom sat her on the end of the bench and knelt down in front of her. They resumed their previous kiss with my mother between my wife's spread legs. Their large breasts were pressed against each other and bulged out. What a sight!!

Their kissing lasted for a couple of minutes, increasing in passion, their hands explore each other's flesh. My mother broke the kiss and began to trail down my wife's neck and across her upper chest, alternating between tongue and lips. Her long tongue dipped in to the valley between my wife's breasts and moved to her right nipple. She circled it several times and then flicked it quickly with her talented tongue. I really wondered if this was mom's first time with a woman. She was REALLY good at this. My wife's nipples are incredibly sensitive and I could tell it was driving her crazy. Her held fell back and she moaned loudly. Mom took this as encouragement and moved to the other nipple to give it the same treatment.

She then continued her movements downward across my wife's stomach and then across her thigh. Kayla lay back completely prone on the bench and spread her legs wide. My mom planted kisses up and down the top and inside of both of my wife's thighs. Just as she would get close to my wife's trimmed pussy she would switch to the other side. She was quite the tease, my mom!

Finally she flicked her tongue across my wife's now engorged clit, eliciting a gasp. Mom teased Kayla's clit for a moment before latching on with her lips and sucking gently. My wife's back arched, lifted her slightly off of the bench as she held my mother's head between her legs. Now, unfortunately I could not see much of what was going on. Whatever my mother was doing, though, was being thoroughly enjoyed by my wife. Her head was buried between my wife's legs as she licked and sucked on her pussy. Kayla was panting and moaning and writhing on the bench. 

She turned her head to look in my direction and I stepped out of the shadows again stroking my cock so she could see me. She smiled at me and then her eyes closed as my mother did something extremely pleasant. She opened them again and mouthed something that I could not understand. I hesitated and stepped forward again, glancing from her face to my mother's head afraid she might look up. Kayla held mom's head in place and formed the words again that shot excitement through my body. "Do you want to fuck your mom?" she asked with a smile. I nodded with my mouth hanging up, probably looking like a complete idiot. 

She motioned for me to hide again and then pulled my mother's head from her pussy. "I want to taste you, too," she said. She guided my mother around to straddle her head and pulled her in to a 69 position. The bench was just high enough that she could reach my mother's lips with her tongue. 

"Gently, dear," my mother chided. "I'm still a bit sensitive." She then bent forward and began working on my wife's pussy again. 

I moved out and around behind my mother, boldly now that she was facing away and down between my wife's legs. Kayla ran her tongue softly up and down my mother's slit and gently sucked on her clit. I could see my mother's ass and legs quivering as Kayla loved on her. I was about eight feet away and absolutely mesmerized with my mother's bare wet pussy. Kayla made sure that she stretched her tongue out to its fullest so as not to get her head in my way. She was obviously enjoying what she was doing but wanted to ensure that I enjoyed it as well.

Once ahead I had to let go of my cock. The sights, sounds and now smell of what was happening before me was overwhelming. I watched lustfully as my wife tongued all over my mother's pussy and dipped a finger inside her. She tilted her head back to look at me and motioned me forward with her finger. I very quietly walked up the steps and over to the bench. Kayla reached out and grabbed me gently by my cock and pulled me closer. She continued stroking my mother's pussy with her left hand as she began coating my hardness with her saliva.

Kayla then grabbed me by the base of my cock and guided it to my mother's slit. She moved her finger and took over the stroking with the head of my cock, up and down the slick flesh of my mother's pussy. Shear concentration and her grip prevented me from covering my mother and wife with cum. At last she positioned me in the right place and pulled me forward. I felt the head push open and slide into my mother and within a second I was fully inside. 

My mother gasped and looked over her shoulder to see what was happening. We locked eyes and it took her a couple of seconds to realize it was her son's cock deep inside her pussy. She tried to pull way but Kayla held her across her back and said "Let it happen, Mom!" 

I looked at her and said "I love you, Mom." I stroked up my mother's back and then down her ass to assure her. After a moment she smiled and I could feel her relax. I felt her hips starting to rock back in to me just a little. I needed no more encouragement. Holding my mother's hip I began to slowly slide my cock out and then back in to her pussy. She held me gaze for a minute then closed her eyes and moaned. She then turned her head back around and attacked Kayla's pussy. 

Kayla wasn't going to lie idly by. I felt her tongue across by balls and then up the shaft as I pulled almost all of the way out. She licked right at the juncture between my dick and were it entered my mother's wet hole giving us bother pleasure. I wasn't going to last long like this but did not want it to end. Slow and deliberate were my thrusts in to my mom. 

In almost no time I felt the urgency in my mother's hips as she met mine. She was moaning in to Kayla's push with each deep thrust. Kayla couldn't keep still below us either. I felt her lips lock on to my mother's pussy as she began her orgasm, her hips rising off of the bench. Mom didn't let up and let her daughter fuck her tongue. I felt the pressure rising in my balls. Even in the most "normal" situations Kayla's orgasms usually pushed me over the edge. This was so far beyond normal! I grunted "I'm gonna cum inside you, Mom!!" She tilted her head back and said "Yes, Baby!! Fuck me!" That did it. It began in the very tips of my toes, ran up every nerve of my body, gushing out of my cock. "Ugh, ugh, ugh!" my mother grunted as she came with me. I flooded her pussy with what felt like a quart of cum, pressing myself as far inside her as I could. I pulled her hips in to mine and held on to ride the wave of pleasure that was racing through all of us, mom's pussy milking the cum from my cock. 

Finally we began to come down from our high. Mom relaxed on to Kayla's body and I released my grip on her hips. Slowly I began to slide out of my mother. Kayla still had her lips locked on her pussy without moving. As my cock head slid free, her tongue gave it a loving lick. I stepped back and looked down as a large drop of cum ooze out of my mother's twitching pussy. Kayla let it drop on to her tongue and swallowed it hungrily. She held my mother in place as more dribble out and captured every bit of it, careful not to lick too much on my mother's sensitive pussy. When she was satisfied she let mom go. 

Mom stood up and swung her leg over Kayla and the bench and turned to face me. Kayla sat up between us. We just stared back and forth at each other with surprised looks on our faces not knowing what to say. Kayla made the next move me standing up, wrapping her arms around both our waists and pulled is in to a three-way hug. I felt both of their breasts on my chest. Kayla kissed mom softly and then kiss me. She then leaned her head back and I leaned over to kiss my mother. A gentle kiss at first and then I slid my tongue across her lips. I could taste my wife's pussy juices on my mother lips and locked on to her with a passionate kiss. I then turned and kissed my wife with the same vigor. 

"Thank you!" I whispered to my wife. 

My mom smiled and said "So this was your doing, Kayla?"

"Yes," Kayla replied with a mischievous smile. "I hope you don't mind."

"I would never have dreamed of doing something like this but it was the most incredible and passionate and erotic thing I've seen or done in my life," answered my mother. She stared in my eyes and said "Please tell me it's not a one-time thing."

I looked a Kayla who simply smiled, looked back at my mother and said "Do you think you can extend your trip and stay a little longer, Mom?"

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Mom's visit ended up lasting about two weeks, full, I'm sure you can imagine, with record-breaking sex. The three of us made love in every combination and position we could think of every opportunity we had. Unfortunately I had to work during that time but took off as often as I could. 

Mom finally had to get back home to take care of some things but promised to come back as soon as she could. I think I even overheard her and Kayla talking about local real estate before she left. I would love to have my dear mother living closer.

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Thank you again, readers, for your attention. I apologize for the delay by making this three chapters but, as I mentioned in the beginning, this is my first story. I appreciate the comments and suggestions I've received so far. Keep them coming. I hope to apply what I've learned to at least one or two others, possibly even revisiting this storyline.



Getting To Know Mom



"Dean, could you clasp this for me?" Mom was holding a silver lariat necklace out in her hand.

I took it from her and Mom and turned her back to me and swept her hair aside. I tried to keep back, but it seemed like she leaned into me. The curve of her neck was perfect. She smelled of vanilla. Helpless, I felt my body reacting. Pressed against me, how could she not feel it too? I quickly stepped back and Mom turned, adjusting the necklace so the strand of beads pointed straight to her cleavage. In her low heels, Mom was almost as tall as I was. Her green eyes were luminous. She kissed my cheek. "Thanks, honey."

The restaurant was nice. It was dimly lit for the proper romantic atmosphere. With my new awareness I saw heads turn to look at my mother as we went to our table. I even got a few jealous stares. People just naturally assumed we were on a date. To counter my nerves I drank more than I probably should have. It did help me relax and loosen up, but that did not seem like a good thing either. I was a little wobbly when we got up to leave and Mom commented, "We'll have to get some coffee into you."

When we got home, however, wine flowed instead of coffee. At least I slowed my pace, leaving Mom to finish the better part of a bottle of wine herself. She kicked out of her heels and dragged a box into the living room. A tree she'd bought earlier was already in a stand. It seemed straight, but I was hardly in a condition to judge.

"Well, are you ready?" Mom asked, hands on her hips. She bent over and kissed my forehead, giving me a perfect view down her sweater. "I missed you last year, Dean."

It was a tradition. For as far back as I could remember, except for last year, Mom and I had decorated the Christmas tree together. Dad always seemed to be busy someplace else. We unwrapped ornaments, carefully hung them on the tree. Certain ones had specific places. We strung the lights, laughing as I tangled Mom in the strand while trying to get it around the tree. The garland went on last. We were really having a good time together. Mom was just as drunk as I was at that point and a couple times we'd both almost stumbled into the tree. Of course the innocence of the whole thing was marred by my constantly checking out Mom's body as she moved. The slight jiggle of her breasts when she laughed, her perfect ass when she stretched to hang a high ornament. The only thing that remained to do was to place the star atop the tree.

Mom unwrapped the shiny star and its facets sparkled in the light. She held it up to inspect it and make sure nothing had happened to it in the year it had been packed away. The star went back three generations in her family. When I was little, Mom used to lift me high so I could put the star on top.

"Ready for the piece de resistance?" Mom asked.

"Sure, "I said.

"Well, come over here and give me a boost." She laughed.

Hesitantly, I stepped in close behind Mom, taking her in my arms. Her scent of vanilla made my head spin. Way too much alcohol was blurring the lines for me. "Okay," she said. I easily lifted Mom in my arms and she leaned out to put the star up. I staggered a bit when our balance shifted, but held her tight. Blood was surging through my body. Mom was giggling her musical drunken giggle. "I feel just like a little girl again." She twisted awkwardly and I stumbled backward. Looking for someplace soft to land I backpedaled toward the couch. I caught the back of my leg on the coffee table and we went down on the couch in a tangled heap. We were both laughing uncontrollably and all the squirming had given me a raging hard-on. Mom was on top of me, my cock was pressed right into her leg. If she knew, she pretended not to notice. Maybe to save me the embarrassment. Her breasts were crushed against my chest.

Mom propped herself up on an elbow and ran a hand through my hair. "I'm sorry, honey. I hope I didn't hurt you. Are you okay?" She shifted, seeming to catch my cock between her legs. She looked concerned when I didn't answer. I couldn't answer. I was slipping completely out of control. I seemed to have no free will. Tentatively, I brushed my lips against Mom's. Now she looked more confused than concerned. I put my hand against the back of her head and pulled her lips down hard against mine. Mom seemed frozen. It was when she began to respond, allowing my tongue into her mouth, that she pulled away.

Mom still lay on top of me, but then slowly stood. I got into a sitting position. She was looking down at me, but her expression was blank. I could offer no explanation, at least not a reasonable one, so I sat mute. Finally Mom said, "What was that?"

I was stone still.

An edge of anger crept into her voice. "Dean, answer me."

I was stuttering again. "I, I, it, it was a kiss."

"Dammit, I know that! That isn't the way you kiss your mother."

I knew that. Jeez, I wasn't that far gone. "I'm sorry," I said quickly and got up. I walked to the other side of the living room, facing the wall. I watched her in the mirror, but could not face her. Mom's breathing was heavy, but probably from laughing so hard. I could see when her anger faded, leaving her face. She walked up behind me and put a hand on my shoulder. My cock had not gone down at all. "Dean, I'm sorry. Listen, it's okay. We've both had too much to drink. You were probably just confused. Come on, face me."

Mom tugged on my shoulder, but I did not face her. "I'm not confused." The words tumbled unbidden from my lips.

"What?" Mom seemed bewildered.

"I said I'm not confused." Finally, I faced her. She was so close and did not back away. "From the time I got home from school I've wanted you. Since that morning in the kitchen. You've changed so much. You're so…hot. I'm sorry, but that doesn't change it. I want you."

A thousand emotions flickered across my mother's face. "I don't know how to react to this. I…" She wrinkled her brow. "You what?"

My hand was on the flair of her hip. She didn't step away. It actually drew her closer.

"Honey, no." Mom said, not very firmly. My lips were a hair's breadth away from hers. "Dean, we can't do this…" Our lips brushed. Mom seemed to be trembling almost as much as I was. We kissed, Mom only offering a moment of resistance. My hands were on her hips and I pulled her tightly against me. Her arms went around me while our tongues fought a fierce battle. My hand on her ass, feeling through the thin materiel, I could tell she was wearing a thong. I ground my hips into her and she ground right back.

I lowered my mother to the floor, tugging her sweater over her head as I did. I closed my hand over her breast, feeling her nipple jump at my touch under her burgundy satin bra. I kissed and sucked every inch of exposed skin from her head to her waist. "Oh Dean, we can't. We have to stop. We can't."

"Janine." No, that didn't sound right. "Mom, we can. I can. I'm going to."

Mom unbuttoned my shirt, kissing and licking my nearly hairless chest. While Mom gently kissed and sucked my nipples, I sucked her fingers, licking between them, kissing her hands, sucking her wrists, making her breath quicken. Mom ran her hands all over my chest, back and arms, kissing and licking everywhere. She seemed to be trying to devour me. Her full lips felt as if they were branding my skin. Her hands kept dipping lower, but always stopped at my belt.

I reached beneath her and unhooked her bra, then lifted it away. Mom's breasts were even more beautiful up close and aroused. Her nipples were still a pale rose, but stood thickly and firmly from the heaving flesh.

Starting at her skirt, I began sucking my way up Mom's stomach, deeply kissing her belly button. "Oh, God Dean. Oh, honey, oh honey," Mom cried when I flicked her nipples with my fingertips.

I held her twin mounds in both hands, mouth swinging above her nipples, blowing down hot air. Mom was tense as a wire. When I was satisfied I'd teased her enough, I captured a nipple, sucked it deeply, and nipped her with my teeth. Mom's body heaved, forcing itself at me.

"God, honey." Mom cried. Finally she grabbed my throbbing cock through my slacks, gripping it with both hands. All hesitation seemed to be gone. She was fumbling with my belt while I sucked and nibbled at both nipples. Mom was moaning almost nonstop. I brushed over her skirt. Mom couldn't spread her legs in the tight garment, so I worked the heel of my palm against her mound. She was massaging my cock with both hands roughly, but it felt great. I left a trail of fluid across her leg. Mom was humping my palm and she'd already soaked through her skirt, leaving a large, slick, wet spot.

Mom lifted her ass so I could tug her skirt down. I struggled with the snug fit and it ended up taking her red thong and almost her stockings with it. At the same time, I kicked out of the rest of my clothes.

I kissed Mom hard, gliding my palm over her bare pussy. There was just a sprig of auburn hair above the red, puffy lips. I couldn't believe my mother shaved her pussy. Her lips were so slick. When I sunk two fingers into her, Mom cried out. "Dean! Oh My!" It was a tight fit and I hoped I wouldn't hurt her with the real thing. I sucked her breasts while slowly working my fingers in and out of her. I started kissing downward and Mom practically shoved my mouth to her pussy.

I spread her lips and since she was already on the verge, Mom came as soon as my tongue touched her. There was no pillow this time and her shouts echoed through the quiet house. "God! OhmyGodohmyGodohmyGod!!!! Dean honey!!!! Please don't stop! Please!"

I sucked Mom's clit while continuing to use my fingers and she was squirming all over the floor. Mom came at least twice more, clawing at her nipples while she exploded. I remembered last night and part of me was glad I could make my mother cum more explosively than Ty had. I think Mom would have let me lick her forever.

I trailed kisses down Mom's thigh and lifted my head from her. She still lay sweaty and trembling on the carpet. I moved over her, cock in hand. Mom stroked it for me, opening her eyes to look at me.

"Honey, I don't know if we should. Maybe we should stop here." Mom said. She did sound genuinely confused.

"No, Mom, it'll be okay. I want you so bad, I need to be inside you. We can't just stop now, Mom."

She looked unsure, but nodded, drawing my cock toward her. "Please take care, Dean. You're much bigger than your father." Heather told me once that she could measure a man by going down on him. I had never really thought about it, but Heather informed me I was about nine inches. 

"You haven't had a man since Dad?" I asked. After last night that was little hard to believe.

"Not in my pussy, honey. I was too scared, but I've wanted it. Go ahead honey."

Mom gasped when I fit inside her. I'd considered a condom, but didn't want to break the moment. I moved slowly and it was a tight fit, but I managed to fit entirely inside. Mom's mouth was open wide. Here I was the only man in my mother's pussy except my father, in the past twenty years.

My cock palpitated inside Mom, I was resting against her, kissing her, letting her adjust. Her muscles grasped at me. Almost immediately Mom was thrusting her hips at me. Slowly I worked my hips at her. Mom's nails clawed at my back. She broke our kiss. "Please, honey, it feels so wonderful. Don't hold back anymore, give it to me. Give it all to me!"

"I love you Mom." I said, but now differently than the million times I'd said it before.

"I love you too, Dean. Oh, God!" Mom groaned when I raised myself up and started pistoning my cock into her. I was determined to give Mom exactly what she asked for. I pounded into her and she moved with me, meeting me stroke for stroke. Mom's moaning was constant. I pounded into her as hard as I could. She was so wet, so tight, I only slowed so I could hold off, not wanting to finish yet, wanting to feel Mom's velvet pussy grip me all night.

Nails dug into my back. Mom's feet were planted firmly on the floor so she could thrust back as hard as I did. She shrieked as she came over and over. It was so hard not to come as she milked my cock with every orgasm.

We both glistened with sweat. Mom's breasts moved with the steady rhythm we'd established. We kissed long and hard, Mom's tongue invading me as I invaded her.

"Honey, God, can you go all night?" Mom breathed.

"I want to stay inside you, Mom."

"I'm not complaining. You feel so good. Please, keep making love to me, Dean. No one ever made love to me like this." By the clock on the VCR, we'd been going it for an hour. Mom came again and this time I moaned in her ear, "I'm cumming with you this time, Mom."

Mom's eyes widened. She forced the words out. "Honey…no. You cannot cum inside me. I'm not on the pill. Pull out, please."

With a force of will, I pulled out of the warm inviting pussy, rolling onto my back, gasping. I knew she was right. Mom rolled to me and popped my cock right into her mouth. She sucked me deep into her hot mouth. "Mom, you don't have to…" I said. Heather never sucked me after I'd been inside her, but my mother sucked me hungrily. Those lips. "Mom, you," but I was cumming before I could even finish. I had never cum so hard in my life. All that frustration came exploding out of me then. And Mom kept her mouth locked over my cock. I came and came. My cum ran from her lips, matting my pubic hair, but Mom did not stop drinking from me until I was completely spent. Mom sucked my member clean before letting it go.

Mom looked up at me seriously, then smiled. "That was truly the best sex I have ever had. Bar none. Thank you so much, honey."

I was still out of breath. "Thank you, Mom. You are so sexy. I never wanted anyone as much as I wanted you."

We both lay on the living room floor, beneath the Christmas tree recovering for some time. I was the one who eventually got up. It was getting cold. Mom rolled off her stockings and offered me her hand to help her up. Instead, I lifted her off the floor. "Oh, honey," she said. I carried Mom upstairs ad through the open door of my parents' bedroom. Standing there, I momentarily froze, looking around. Dad must have had Mom so many times in there. Energized, I dropped her onto the bed. I only took a moment to gaze down at my mother lying on my parents' bed, with my cum on her face, before I jumped on the bed with her.

I moved between Mom's legs once more and rammed right into her, finding her wet and inviting. "Oh, Dean," Mom gasped. "You recover quickly." Mom wrapped her legs around my back.

We made love all night in that bed. Mom was insatiable and I rose to the challenge. Each time before I came, I would roll off her and she would finish me with her mouth. The distant edge of the day was pink when we finally collapsed naked in each other's arms.

* * *

The most wonderful sensation awoke me. My cock and balls were tingling. Warmth and wetness. I opened my eyes and watched my mother lap at my cock and balls. When she finally sank my cock in her mouth, Mom brushed a stray red lock from her face and gazed up at me watching her, but did not stop. Mom softly sucked me for quite sometime. When she finally stopped, I moved to roll her onto her back, but Mom shook her head and rolled me onto mine.

"Let me, honey." Mom said, straddling me. She teased her pussy at length with my cock, soaking it before taking me inside. She settled down on me until we were grinding together. I squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples. "Yes, Dean, that feels great with you inside me."

Mom enjoyed herself playing with me. "Your father wouldn't let me on top after we were married. It's been so long, I love it." Mom gyrated and clasped me with her muscles. She thrust her hips at me, lowered her nipples for sucking. She was having the time of her life experimenting with her new cock, until she got her legs under her, squatting with my prick inside her. Mom rode me hard and fast. I was rising off the bed to meet her. She impaled herself as hard as she could, riding for dear life. I held her outstretched hands in mine to balance her ride. Mom seemed to love this position and I made a mental note to find out how many other ways she liked it.

She wasn't riding me very long before my mother arched her back and began wailing. Her pussy vibrated around me and I concentrated as hard as I could on not cumming in her. "Deandeandeandeandeandeandean!!!!!" Mom cried.

Mom stayed on me forever, just milking my cock. When she did roll off me, I couldn't even hold out for her mouth, cumming all over her stomach breasts and face. Mom sat and let me. "I'm so sorry," I said when I was finished. "I just couldn't wait."

"That's okay, honey," Mom said. She trailed her fingers through the cum on her nipple then sucked them. It was the sexiest thing I ever saw. "I always wondered what that would be like and I think I enjoyed it. I'm glad you're the one who did it first."

We spent every night and some days too, together in my parents' bed. Found out my mother loves it from behind most of all. She liked it in the shower, and we even did it on the racquetball court once too. The three-week break seemed to fly by. We never thought about what we were doing until it was time for me to go back to school. We were just making love. A lot. 

Before I left we sat down and had The Talk. Of course we both realized it really couldn't go anywhere, but we enjoyed each other too much to give it up. Mom told me she wanted me to go back to Heather, but on breaks, I was hers. I agreed, of course. She told me she wasn't going to stop dating either, which did make me a little jealous, but I knew I couldn't keep her to myself. I told her spring break seemed so far away and Mom promised to visit me at school before then. I told her I couldn't wait.

End



Getting to Know My Cousin



She had my cock full in her mouth, plunging her head in and out of the swirling waters until I couldn't take the pleasure any more. I wanted her, but I knew it was wrong. But why was it wrong and how did I get here?

This was before I met Louisa Love. In fact I was separated from my first wife and could basically do what I wanted and go where I wanted, when I wanted, and with whom. There are a few stories to tell from that period. This one concerns my younger cousin. I say younger, but she is much more experienced in sexual affairs than I am. But we have a familial love for each other, and when I'd been ill for a few months she invited me to spend the weekend with her at a place she was renting in the country at the top end of Loch G***** in the west of Scotland. I think that's enough of an introduction.

We were to meet at the golf and country club. As I wound my way down the single track road I was struck by the beauty of Scotland's mountains and glens. Although only May, it was warm enough to have the roof off my convertible and the smells wafted into the car from the flowers growing at the roadside and on the wooded slopes. I had a round of golf ahead of me, in an area I hadn't visited before. I had seen many different bird varieties on the way through the mountains including what I thought might be an eagle circling high above a cliff. But now, with the loch spread before me, I saw seagulls and a few crows nesting in the trees that circled the golf-course which ran down to the sand at the water's edge.

I parked and went into the bar to wait for Sarah. I ordered a pint of IPA (beer) from the barman, because I had got thirsty on the drive, and went out and waited in the sun at a picnic table overlooking the loch. I listened to the strong West-coast accents of most of the visitors, the accent that most people associate with Scotland, and admired their women, who tend to dress more exotically, wear more jewellery and apply more make-up than the women of Edinburgh. One was wearing a very low-cut top, which stopped just above the nipple-line and she sounded like she was having a week-end away from the city of Glasgow.

"Hiya. Admiring the view?" It was Sarah. She'd come up from the car-park behind me and I knew she'd noticed I wasn't looking at the loch. I stood up and we gave that awkward kiss/cuddle which relatives do. "Randy old bugger," she said. 

"Now hold on a minute, there's only 15 years between us, and you're catching up."

"Sometimes it feels that way. It's been ages since I've had a shag Jeff."

Sarah swears a lot and isn't that well-behaved in private. By day she teaches Shakespeare to her English class! I sometimes think she uses the swearing as therapy. I looked at her. She lives in the South of England now and it had been a couple of years since we'd met. She'd definitely matured. A bit plump, but mainly in the right places with an ample bosom and bum-tight trousers. "Well I don't see why. You look OK to me." She eyed me quizzically, as if trying to read my mind. But, truth was, I had been so messed up recently, I couldn't read my own mind.

At that point, the Glasgow woman got up, and I could see she was wearing a very short skirt. In Edinburgh that would be too short for someone in their 40's, but she wore it with confidence and it accentuated her firm bum.

"Actually, she's not bad," said Sarah as the woman walked away from us. "I could go a bit of that myself."

"Are you?"

"No, I like cock too much, but I've been there and it's fun. I'd do it again with the right woman."

I realised that the conversation had entered a place that neither of us had been before and I felt slightly uncomfortable. This was only the beginning of my discomfort. As I stood up to go and get my clubs from the car, I felt a firmness in my trousers and adjusted myself discretely. But not discrete enough. "Mmm, not bad, cousin," Sarah teased.

I tried to look like a stern older cousin. "That's enough." I said. She just smiled back at me, impish.

We had a pleasant round of golf. The scenery was better than the course and than our play and we stopped off after nine holes for a refreshing lager at a local bar, before working our way back down the fairways to the clubhouse. Then we went to her lodge, showered and dressed for dinner and went to a local bar/restaurant which the lodge owner had recommended. It was after dinner, when we were having drinks in the lounge, that the evening began to hot up. Sarah had put on another tight-fitting pair of trousers, made of finer cloth this time, and the absence of a panty-line made it clear there was nothing underneath. Her blouse was see-through and a balcony bra pushed her ample breasts forward into the sheer cotton so that her nipples clearly raised the fabric. Not surprisingly, she was getting many hits at the bar, and I found myself acting chaperone. 

I found another woman myself and, keeping one eye on Sarah, I went through my inexperienced chat-up routine. That was when Sarah came over. "Hello, you two," she smiled. "James over here has just invited us back to his house for malt whisky. "He's got a bar and a hot-tub and everything."

"Not for me," said the girl I'd been chatting to. "have to get up tomorrow morning." And with that, she kissed me lightly on the cheek and left.

"This had better be good," I said to Sarah. "You just spoiled my chances. And we're not going anywhere until I've checked him out for you."

"Still the big cousin, eh?" She was being impish again as we walked over to the bar. "Jeff, this is James." James was a little taller than me, just under 6ft tall. He was an oil-engineer, spending a lot of his time trouble-shooting, and he kept the house here as a base. I know a bit about the oil business through my research and we chatted over a whisky, until I felt comfortable with him as a character. I wasn't going to let my wee cousin go off with a complete stranger.

"OK," said James. Want to see my bar?

"No, you two go on ahead. I'll head back to the lodge."

"Don't be daft. I want to show you my range of malt whiskies."

Well, that was enough of an invitation for me. Soon we were out on a balmy evening, walking through a dark wood, fairly drunk and taking turns at singing songs. Suddenly, I slipped and landed full-on in the mud. "Whoa, there." James looked down and the two of them grabbed an arm each and pulled me back up to my feet. We all three staggered arm-in-arm to his house. But when we got to the two-storey property, we didn't go inside. Instead we went around the back to a large garage, which must have been about 30ft long and 20ft wide. James opened a side door and let us in, switching the lights on as he did so.

I can only describe what I saw as a male play-palace. It had its own well-stocked bar running half-way down one side, a pool table, darts board and a couple of leather couches. The walls were decorated with souvenirs from all over the world and an Indian carpet lay between the bar and the couches. But the centre-piece, just beyond the couches on the other side from the bar was a large hot-tub. I tested the water. It was already warm. Thinking of my cousin, I said, naively, "We don't have our swimsuits."

James laughed. "It's a birthday-suit hot-tub. Swimwear not allowed. Anyway," and he went behind the bar, "what can I get you?"

We sat on the bar stools and Sarah chose a Malibu and gin, while I looked at the range of malt whisky. I usually keep two or three, but he must have had around 50. "I'll have a Bowmore." He could see my look of amazement.

"I pick them up in duty-free on the way home from my trips. I buy more than I could ever drink," he said by way of explanation. I looked round at Sarah. Her normal confidence had diminished and she looked sideways at me.

"I can't do it," she said.

"Can't do what?" James asked.

"Can't go nude in front of my big cousin."

"No-one's forcing you," he said. "Why don't we just see what develops?"

For once I had one up on my cousin. I enjoy going to naturist beaches for swimming and sunbathing. It gets rid of the 'wet shorts' effect when you come out of the water. "Well I'm up for it."

"Let's play darts first." James led the way to the dart board.

We threw a few darts for practice. No-one was very good, because the drinks had affected us too much, so we just played 'nearest the bulls-eye'. But that got boring very quickly. "How about strip-darts to spice it up, since we're going in the hot tub anyway," I suggested.

Sarah ran to the door. I thought she was running away, but she came back with her coat on. We looked at her in amazement. "Well," she exclaimed, "I'm not wearing as many clothes as you two!"

She lost the first throw and the coat came off immediately. "Well that was a waste of time," said James. I could see a look in his eye as he stared at her nipples raising the blouse.

I lost the 2nd throw. My jeans were soaking wet from my fall in the wood on the way, so I was glad to take them off. "Cuss!" shouted Sarah. She could see the bulge under my boxer shorts. Knowing she was looking made the bulge grow more.

Sarah lost again and her blouse came off. We both watched as she slowly unbuttoned the front before turning, shyly, and slipping it off her shoulders before throwing it onto a couch. We were both in anticipation as she turned back towards us and we could see her large breasts firm under the push-up bra. My bulge grew again. I looked at Sarah's face, which was a little flushed. James looked on admiringly. "This deserves another drink," he said, and went to top up our glasses.

"Nice." I smiled at Sarah.

James lost the next throw. "About time," said Sarah. I thought I was going to be completely starkers before you took anything off. James removed his T-shirt. I lost the next and stood there with nothing but my boxer shorts on. Next throw would be critical, so I aimed better. Sarah had a lot to lose too and managed a bull, leaving James taking off his jeans. Then Sarah completely missed the dart board with her next throw. I hummed the 'striptease' tune.

"I won't, if you're going to be like that", she said.

"0K," I stopped humming and watched. She turned her back and unclipped her bra, shaking her shoulders to let the straps fall and threw it across the room before turning around again. James could barely conceal his pleasure and I smiled, feeling the need to say something. "Nice pair, cuss!"

"This calls for another drink," said James and went off to the bar again.

"I'm seeing you in a whole new light, Sarah."

"Well, didn't you know I've always had the hots for you, Jeff" she replied, "but you were married and I didn't want to show it." My bulge got bigger.

"And I would have been taking advantage, anyway. You're too young for me." But I was feeling awkward and thinking things I felt I shouldn't.

James returned with the full glasses and broke the awkwardness. "Well, this is the big one, he said" and threw a bullseye.

"Jammy!" exclaimed Sarah and threw, wildly missing this time.

She didn't even give me time for my throw. She unfastened her tight panties, turned away and wriggled her way out of them, dropping them at her feet. Then, rather than turn back around towards us, she ran towards the hot tub, her tight ass wiggling as she ran, and dived straight in. "Come on guys", she shouted "bring over my drink." 

Sarah had gone from shy to willing in a half-hour. Her concern about appearing naked in front of me had gone, perhaps because she could see the effect she was having. James and I looked at each other, nodded, and removed our boxers. I needn't have worried about my growing member. James had a full-blown erection to spring out of his. We carried the drinks over and slid in to the foaming waters. James sat beside Sarah with me opposite.

"Now that looks very promising", said Sarah, and took a sip of her drink. But she wasn't talking about the drink, she was looking in the direction of James's fully-erect cock. "Can I check it out?" She stood up, and the water ran down off her full breasts towards a neatly-trimmed bush. She put her hand on his cock and massaged it up and down, three times. She smiled at him. "I want to play with that."

James could barely contain himself. The glass of whisky was put down and he stood up, revealing a cock which was now purple and must have been throbbing. For my part, I had my glass in one hand, and my cock firmly in the other.

Sarah leaned forward over the edge of the hot tub, facing away from me, and parted her legs. From my sitting position, I could see her pink lips and her wide-open, juicy vulva. "Come on, big boy," she teased as James slid his cock into that willing cunt and started to work it around. "Oh, that's fucking good. Oh I haven't felt it that good for ages." 

James began to push, rhythmically. My hand rose up and down my own erect cock in time. I was horny as hell. Sarah moaned in appreciation of her first sex for a long time and her full breasts slapped off the edge of the hot tub as she moved in time with James, all the while rotating her hips and increasing her pleasure. Suddenly she shouted. "Deeper, deeper. Take me, take me." With that James pulled hard at her hips and thrust his cock deeper into her and she yelled. "Yes, yes, yes! Go, go, go!" 

And James began pushing, fast and hard, his rhythm increasing until, with a "Fuck, fuck, I'm coming." He gave three final thrusts and then stopped, exhausted. The two of them collapsed back into the hot tub. James had a satisfied smile on his face; Sarah had a wicked look on hers."

I'd stopped masturbating as the sex had hotted up, too busy watching the performance to think of my own erection. "Get the drinks, Jeff. I'm knackered," James said. I went over to the bar and poured. The hut seemed oddly quiet, with just the bubbling of the hot tub and the deep breathing of Sarah and James as they recovered from their frenetic sex.

I went back over, carrying 3 drinks and an erection. I felt a bit strange. As I climbed in I said "Good show guys."

"Sarah was really up for it. She's a great fuck." James said.

"Oh, it's been so long. You're not bad yourself. Tell me when you're ready for more," was her reply.

"I need to get by breath back."

"Well I don't feel like waiting." She said this just as I was standing in front of her, handing over her drink and she was staring straight at my engorged cock. "Are you going to give me that?"

This was my cousin. "Well, I'm not sure I'm ready for..."

"The drink, silly," she interrupted.

I felt relief and disappointment at the same time. If you have a long relationship with someone and you do something like this, you change it. And you may not like the new relationship. I handed over her drink and made for my own side of the hot tub. She grabbed my hand. "Sit here," she said, pulling me towards her. I sat down. It was a big round tub and there was plenty of space, but now we were all together in line.

"Let's just finish our drinks and enjoy the moment," Sarah said. But as she did so, she moved her left hand under the water and put it over mine, which was holding my cock. "Let me do that for you. I won't do anything you don't want me to, cus." She was pouting and pretending to be in awe of me. I hesitated and then pulled my hand away, letting her hand settle around my full erection, the tip of which was now above the water. I don't really like wanking myself, unless there's nothing else. I much prefer the real thing, and I prefer a woman's hand around my cock to my own. It felt good. 

"Now that wasn't so difficult was it?" Sarah smiled at me while she said this, sipping her drink. Then she began to slowly caress her hand up the underside of my cock, pressing it firmly, but with the lightness of touch which only a woman can manage. I shuddered. I was vaguely aware of James watching from the corner of my eye. I took a large gulp of whisky and decided just to enjoy the sensation. Sarah put down her drink and leaned over me, cupping her right hand under my balls as she did so and lifting me slightly, so that my cock was half above the surface. She slipped her mouth over the tip. She ran her lips up and down a few times. I moaned, involuntarily. She came up for air.

"You like that, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes," I whispered.

"Then why don't you sit on the side, so that I don't drown while I'm doing it?" 

I pulled myself up onto the side of the hot tub and put my legs apart. Sarah kneeled on the seat and put my cock back in her mouth. It felt so good, as she worked her tongue around the edge of the tip. All the time, James had been watching us and now I could see that he was working his cock under the water. Sarah saw it to. She stopped sucking me and turned to him. "Now you're not going to keep that all to yourself, are you? Sit beside Jeff." 

James got up onto the side of the hot tub and she took his cock in her left hand while stroking mine with her right and mouthing me again. As soon as Jeff's cock had grown fully, she mover her lips over to him, all the while stroking mine with her right hand. She moved back and forth between us a couple of times. I had been near coming so long, I began to feel it well up in me. "I'm going to..."

"Why don't you, then? James, use that thing behind me. I'll be busy for a moment." So saying, she put both her hands around my cock and worked it with her mouth. It felt like ecstasy. I was aware of a sudden lunge as James entered her from behind and my cock went deep into her throat and then I came. Hard, hard, hard. 

Sarah was completely turned on, and so was James. She pulled away and left my throbbing, cum soaked cock. Her lips were dripping as she turned and kissed James, pulling his cock up into her cunt from the front, this time. She clasped her legs around his waist and dragged at his back with her nails as he pumped her up and down. "Yes, yes, yes," she screamed at the top of her voice working her hips around his cock.

James put us up for the night. It was midday before I awoke. There were sounds from downstairs. I went down wondering what the day would hold and whether the night's excitement would be discussed. But there was a local fisherman having a coffee with James and Sarah. I had to wait until we were back at the lodge to find out that Sarah had slept with James and had another go in the morning. 

We had to go our separate ways pretty quickly. The goodbye hug and kiss were more intimate than the one on arrival. And for the next few meetings with other relatives around, we went back to being Big Cus and Little Cus. Then one day, after I was re-married, Sarah came to visit Louisa and me and stayed over. But that's another story.