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Giving Mom a Peek

By: the_aubergine



My mother and I used to fight all the time. Bitching, arguing, groaning, we were always at each other's throats.

Until I got to put my stuff down her throat.

My incestuous feelings for my mother started about ten years ago when I was about 12 years old. I never thought I could ever do anything about them until about a year ago, however. The way my bedroom is set up is across from my mother's, and she can see virtually my entire room when she's lying in her bed. At night, when I'd change, I'd close the door out of habit to have some privacy.

It occurred to me one night that perhaps I should leave the door open in the off chance that she catches a glimpse of my body and enjoys what she sees. I started on the nights that I knew she was asleep and would leave the door open in the off chance that she wasn't actually sleeping. I was always facing away from her. As I got more and more used to the idea, I'd start facing away from her and casually turn around to put my underwear on so that she could get a glimpse for a quick second, if she happened to be looking. If not, I'd still usually get quite aroused at the idea that she might have or that I'd been naked in front of my mother.

As a few months passed, the open door policy, so-to-speak, became pretty much a nightly thing. I realized that I probably needed something else to get the process moving along a bit faster. As I changed, I would stroke myself a few times, first making it look like I was adjusting myself, and when that didn't work, making it a bit more obvious that I was yanking off. With my door open. In front of my mother.

And then the thought finally hit me. Instead of trying to be coy, why not be obvious? Rather than put clothes on, I would get naked, lie in my bed, and masturbate, trying to make as little noise as possible, knowing she'd probably hear me anyways. Wouldn't you know, she came in my room the first night I tried that.

She walked in, and I heard her, but I had my eyes closed, and I pretended that I didn't know she was there. She walked in very quietly, looked at me, and walked out. Now I know she was intrigued.

The next night, I masturbated again, but she didn't come into my room this time. She stayed in her room and turned off the TV in order to presumably hear me better.

The third night, I struck gold.

She wandered into my room again, this time passing the door slightly and speaking. 

"What are you doing?"

I froze there, suddenly questioning whether or not this was a good idea. She walked a bit closer. Her dark silhouette told me that she was wearing a pajama dress that went to just above her knee and certainly no bra.

I didn't know what to say.

She asked again, "What are you doing? I can't see anything."

I told her, "Just lying here. I'm in bed."

As much as I was scared, I knew that I couldn't back off now. There were no heavy blankets covering me, just a thin sheet which had a tent pitched under it that I was sure she could see. She reached out a hand and missed by cock by mere inches and touched my stomach. She made her way up to my head and gave me a kiss on my forehead.

"Well, if that's all you're doing. Good night."

There was enough light in the room coming in through the window that I know she could see me. So much so in fact that when she leaned over to kiss my head, I could see a pitch black outline of her nipple down her pajama.

"I guess so." I said.

"What do you mean, you guess?"

"Never mind." I replied.

"Were you doing something else here, you think?" she probed.

"I was trying to help myself sleep." I said, thinking that made sense. Masturbation, after all, was a natural thing, and there was nothing wrong with it.

"Do you want me to help you sleep?"

I just let out a light moan "mm hmmm" and before I knew it, her hand was back on my stomach finding her way around, but this time, it wasn't heading up for my head, it was heading down for my head. She found it quickly and her hand darted away. Was there a big miscommunication? Did she actually just want to give me a massage to help me sleep and maybe she couldn't actually see anything in the dark?

The next thing I felt was my cock getting warmer. My mother was breathing on it without touching the sheet at all. She knew what she was doing and this was real.

"You can't relax if you're cold. You need to warm up the muscle."

There was no way my mother was going to suck on my cock, was there? My own mother?

She placed her palm over the sheet on top of the head of my penis and let her fingers fall to grab onto my shaft. Her hand fell to the side and she got hold of my cock through the sheet and once again began breathing on the tip of it.

I began letting out moans unconsciously and she must have liked the response, because she took her other hand and placed it on the top of the sheet and pulled it down slightly. She moved her hand under the sheet and grabbed hold of my cock with that hand. She moved it up and down, and the thought occurred to me that my own mother was stroking me off. That thought alone had me ready to cum. And I almost did. Until she stopped.

"Are you ready to fall asleep?"

"Almost. But you have to keep massaging me." I replied

"My arm's tired. What if you massage me and that will tire you out?" She said.

I was confused. Did she want me to finger her? Lick her pussy? Did my mother want me to fuck her? Licking my mother's pussy is something that I've wanted to do since I knew what it was. I know what fucking feels like, and tits are fantastic, but pussy is unique and tastes different based on the woman. And I wasn't shy; I had made my way into my mom's hamper more than once to taste her soiled panties. It was delicious and I have come a lot more than once from those.

She turned over and laid on her stomach and she said "You can rub my back."

Disappointed, I sat up cross-legged, made sure to cover myself, and began rubbing her back from the side. A few minutes went by and I still had my erection from before thinking my mother had been jacking me off. It was just beginning to fade when she spoke again.

"This isn't working. Sit on my butt and rub my back."

This made sense as I could get more long strokes on her back to make her feel relaxed, but it was all made better by the fact that I was naked and I'd have to do it with a massive boner.

I swung my leg over and sat on her butt cheeks and began massaging.

"On the skin," she said.

"What do you mean?"

Before I could realize it, she hiked up her pajama dress to above her breasts and said it again, "On the skin."

I knew that she wasn't wearing a bra, and it's not like I could see her breasts from this angle (or from any angle for that matter, as they were pressed down into my bed), but what surprised me was that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

Here I was with a rock hard boner and I was sitting on my mom's naked butt, my balls touching her ass. She told me to move back a bit because where I was sitting was hurting, although I took that as an excuse for my cock to be more inline with her ass cheeks. It was now resting firmly on top of her crack, and it looked incredible to be there. I only wish I set up a camera to capture all this before she walked in.

I asked, "Is that better?" and let out a soft moan and said "Yep."

I continued rubbing for about ten minutes but I was worried she'd fall asleep, so every few minutes, I would "adjust" myself. After another ten minutes, I could barely see the head of my penis anymore as it seemed to be buried between my mother's ass cheeks.

She said "Okay, I've got to go to bed", and motioned for me to get up. I move off of her, and cover myself with the sheet again, as if there is a point to being modest at this point. Before I can catch a glimpse of her breasts, her pajama falls in place and covers her body again.

She gives me a kiss on the forehead and asks if I'm ready to fall asleep. Of course, I tell her, I'm not really tired out yet and that I could use a massage.

"But you don't have to," I said. "You can just go to sleep."

"Alright," she says. "But only for a few minutes."

I'm not sure of whether or not I should cum in these few minutes or if I should wait for her to leave and do it myself when she leaves. At this point, I figure that it's probably the closest I'm ever going to get to my mother again, so I may as well go as far as I can.

Apparently, we were thinking along the same page, as she pulled down the sheet again and began stroking my cock. Slowly, at first, but then she began panting, trying to get me to go along with her movements and arousal. I knew she wanted me to cum at this point, and whether or not that was true, there was nothing that could have stopped me anyhow.

My mother's hand wrapped around my cock, her other hand keeping her balanced on my bed, where her face was just a few inches away from it.

I felt it close. I was about ready to cum and I could tell that this was it.

"I'm ready. I'm going to!!" I practically screamed. I couldn't say the word cum in front of my mother. Even with all that was going on in that moment, I couldn't bring myself to say it. But it didn't matter, as in a few seconds, I had shot spurts of cum across my body and they landed on my chest, my stomach, and most importantly, my mom's hand.

A few moments pass and I'm once again unsure of what I'm supposed to do.

"Go clean up and you should be all ready for bed," she said.

And she was very right. I massaged my naked mother while pressing my cock between her ass cheeks, she had worked me to orgasm, I came all over myself and her hand, and now I was tired.

She retired to her bedroom, where I heard her go straight to bed, not knowing where or if she ever wiped the cum off her hand, and I went to the washroom, wiped down, and headed back to my bedroom.

I didn't sleep a wink that night.

Giving Mom a Peek Ch. 02



Last time mom and I had any sort of encounter was a few weeks ago. I was almost stupid enough to talk about our first little encounter the day after it happened in an effort to do it again. I'm lucky I didn't, because at the end of the day, I didn't want to come across as that horny little devil in front of my mom, even if she had stroked me off the night before.

Last night, though, we revisited our first experience together, going a bit farther than before and making this time last even a bit longer. Of course, when your mom has her hand wrapped around your cock, you aren't usually able to hold your load, but I did my best.

The first time she and I had any sort of experience together was my doing, and since that time, I hadn't really changed my methods or gone for it again. I would still occasionally let her peek at me while I was changing in my room, casually leaving the lights on and forgetting to turn around while she could catch a glimpse at my package. She knew what I was doing, and since I would do it more and more often, she would just stare at me without shame.

So one day, I called her on it. I was changing, sort of letting her get a peek at my goods while I was in my bedroom and she lie in hers across the hall, visible from mine and vice-versa.

I put on my boxers while facing her room, and look up only to see her in a dead stare at my cock while I was standing there.

"Anything interesting?" I ask her from across the room.

She realizes that she's been staring and has an epiphany in her head that I could see her the whole time, as if there was any possibility that I couldn't. Of course, she doesn't know what to say.

"No... Well, not no, just, sorry." she said, as I almost felt bad for her.

I'm not sure where the sudden burst of openness and honesty came from, but I just started talking.

"Ma, we haven't talked about what happened or anything since that ... thing ... a few weeks ago, and we both know that we're both trying to figure out what to do about it." I said. And then I turned red, not realizing I had just opened up the can of worms that could kill my relationship with her. At this point, it was too late.

"So what do you want?" She said, almost getting mad. "What's this about?"

I had no idea what to say, but that didn't matter because she kept talking.

"You know what you're doing, too, walking around half-naked all the time!"

She had a point. I was kind of doing it on purpose. Okay, totally on purpose. But it worked the first time, so why wouldn't I keep doing it? Another moment of brutal honesty came over me and I just blurted this out.

"Yeah, well, last time it worked!"

Whoops.

"Woah, woah, what do you mean last time? That was all a setup?" She grilled me on this one.

"Ma, I mean, I didn't actually expect anything to happen, but you couldn't blame me for wanting it to, could you?" I reasoned with her. Maybe complimenting her would let me actually catch a peek of something this time around.

She was clearly upset. Not emotionally, but she felt like she had been played. And really, she ended up rubbing my cock that night, so I don't know if anything we were feeling was natural emotion or just plain bizarre. I do know that I silently promised myself I would do anything I could do to make it happen again.

"You know." I said, and paused, all calculating and insightfully. "Never mind."

"No, what?" she asked.

"Honestly, it's fine. I'm sorry. You know you still can't blame me for the things that happened, and I think we both know that both of us let it happen, and both of us would let it happen again. But that's not up to me, so I'm going to bed." And without hesitating, I walked a foot in front of me, closed my door, turned off my light, and climbed into bed.

Then I hoped and prayed that she would come back into my bedroom and repeat what happened last time.

I purposely lay face up on the bed with my covers draped over me, a barely formed hard-on starting as I thought about what would happen if she actually came in. I put that out of my mind and let it settle, but before my cock would become fully soft, my door cracked open. She must have turned off the hall light, too, because I couldn't make out even the slightest silhouette of her body.

I pretended to be asleep as she closed the door. I could hear her walk towards me. She came up to me, stood over the bed for not even three seconds, and I could feel her lean down. The next thing I felt was bizarre. Her face was an inch away from mine for a few seconds, and my mother didn't kiss me, but rather, she stuck her tongue out and licked both my lips from one end to the other with her entire tongue.

This was weird. This was sensual and sexual and somehow romantic. In a split second, I had to figure out what everything meant. My mother had just licked entirely across my lips and I had no idea what to do about it. In that same instant, she kissed my lips for the first time, looked at me (my night vision was beginning to kick in), closed her eyes, and kissed me again.

"You're not kissing me back." she said, disappointed.

"I didn't know how. I mean, I know how. I just, you're you. Is that okay?" I asked, even though she had stroked my cock and had my cum all over her hand a few weeks before.

"I'm a woman. We like to be kissed. And touched."

I moved my face in for a kiss from my mother - the very mother who had given birth to me - and she kissed back. Despite the fact that she had just licked my lips, we remained kissing for several moments with our mouths closed before she took some extra initiative.

"Open your mouth." she said.

I was completely unsure of what was about to happen. In my wildest dreams, she'd tell me to open my mouth, move up my body, hike up her pyjama dress, and mount my face with her clit. Of course, that didn't happen, but the next thing I felt in my mouth was my mother's tongue. She began feeling around, licking my teeth, the side of my mouth, and the backsides of my lips. She flicked my tongue with hers, and gradually, I began to flick back.

My tongue was now tangled with my mother's. It was warm and surreal and weird. Our lips met, we kissed, our tongues met, and they played. I wasn't sure how things would ever move from here. If this was any other woman, I would be moving my hands all over her body, feeling her up, and letting her go down on me before I fucked her. But this was my mom. What am I supposed to do?

Luckily for me, she made everything happen. Even if it did happen slowly.

The kissing stopped briefly and she asked, "I want another massage. Like the one you gave me last time. Get up."

I did as I was told and got off my bed, and my mother turned away, lifted her pyjama dress to just below her breasts, and laid down on the bed, face down, just like last time.

"Now, sit on my butt and do what you did last time."

I don't know what came over me, but the last time this happened, after about ten minutes, the head of my penis was buried between her ass cheeks. Being a bit playful - not to mention overly adventurous - I figured I'd move things along a bit, and after I sat on her butt, I actively took my cock out of my boxers, spread her cheeks, and put my head between them.

In that instant, I saw my mom's ass hole, albeit in a very dimly lit room, and I wanted more.

She knew what I was doing, but played coy anyway.

"Very funny, I didn't say do exactly what you did last time!" she half-laughed, half-exclaimed.

"I just thought you wanted everything exactly the same!" I countered.

Then she did something unexpected. She turned half over so that my dick was now sitting on the left side of her leg, while I could see a massive bush of hair in the darkness.

"Okay, so then let's do exactly that again, except this time, I'll give you the massage and you can help me sleep!"

Did my mom want to ride my butt so that she could peek at my ass hole? Or maybe she wanted me to finger her to make up for her jacking me off? We just took the next step by kissing, so maybe she wanted me to taste something? She probably had little clue that I would have done anything she asked, but the way things played out, we both got exactly what we wanted.

"You get to lie down, and I'll give you a massage." she said as she got up. This time, I saw more bush, and while I couldn't be certain that I saw her lips, I knew I was looking at her pussy, even if I couldn't see anything. I also made it very obvious that I was staring at her.

"You don't really want a massage, do you?" she asked.

"Not really, but I really want to help you sleep, if that's what we're calling it." I replied.

It was all very bizarre, but somehow, it made it so that my mom was lying on the bed, bra- and panty-less, her pyjama dress sitting just below her pussy.

"So tell me what it is you want to do." she said.

She was putting me on the spot and I was unsure how to react. Part of me just wanted to dive in and show her how talented I thought I was with my tongue while another part of me just wanted to feel up her legs, slowly getting closer to the jewel between her legs, all the while caressing her breasts.

"You can start however you like, wherever you like." she said reassuringly. "I'll just sit here and enjoy the ride. You can sit there and enjoy the view." she said as she slowly hiked up her pyjama dress to her bellybutton. I'm not even sure how I ended up so close to her pussy, but my face was hovering down around her knees at this point.

It would have been a bit weird to start kissing from her legs up to her clit, so I ran my hands up them from there, grazing her hairy bush and continuing along until I my fingertips touched the very bottom of her breasts. Until she lifted her dress all the way, that was my limit for now.

I then moved my hands in reverse, my thumbs again grazing her bush, this time a bit closer to her pussy lips, and back down her legs. I could hear her moaning ever so slightly the entire time, especially as my hands would graze her pubic hair, stimulating her lips in the softest sense.

"That's quite the massage you're giving me, but you know you're supposed to help me sleep, right?" she asked inquisitively.

"I'm aware. Would you like me to do something else?" I asked, shifting the blame or embarrassment or whatever the hell I was feeling while I felt up my mother.

She didn't say anything at this point, just slowly opening her legs so that I could see the hole I came from. Again, I was faced with the dilemma of whether she wanted me to finger her, lick her, rub her, or any other sort of kinky sex thing I couldn't think of at the time.

I placed my hands underneath her ass, instinctively grabbing it at the same time. It was as if a switch had just been hit and I suddenly thought, "this is the point of no return."

And with that, I grabbed my mom's ass cheeks between my hands, lifted her butt a few inches off the bed, and buried my face in her pussy.

She was shocked, and her pussy instantly felt familiar (of course, I had been getting into her laundry hamper and eating out her soiled panties, but that's for another day). She moaned, grabbed my head with one hand, and I instantly stopped, shocked that maybe I didn't do what I was supposed to do. Maybe I took things too far. It all happened so fast that I couldn't even get my tongue out to taste my mother's pussy while my mouth was buried in it.

She lifted my head by my hair, her eyes squeezed shut, and buried my face right back into her pussy. She let out numerous sighs, and within seconds and rather anticlimactically, she shuddered loudly, curled her toes, and came. I felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter, and while she didn't squirt, my face was certainly soaked with the juices of a woman I had been wanting to taste for years. I was finally buried in my mother's pussy, face-first, and she came all over me.

"Well, I guess you know how to help me sleep!" she said, surprised, excited, and rather enthused. "But after that, I'm far from tired." she said, even though my face was still lying in her pussy and she had all but collapsed in place.

I was unsure of what to do at this point, and just like last time, I was unsure if I'd ever be in this position again, so I let my tongue slither out of my mouth and find its way through the wrinkles of my mom's pussy. It was delicious and was the same as it tasted on her panties, if not somehow fresher. It was warm and wet and comforting and I could have stayed there all day.

"Oh wow. You seem to know what you're doing." she said, rather unenthusiastically considering what she was saying. "I'm not sure what to do from here." she admitted.

"You can go to bed if you want. That was kind of the point of helping you sleep, quote unquote, no?" I said, hoping she would return some sort of favour. I had a raging hard-on, and after that, I really didn't want to have to take care of it myself.

"You really want me to go to bed?" she asked, knowing full well that she would get an answer along the lines of "no, I want you to suck my cock", assuming I said what was on my mind.

Of course I replied with, "honestly, no, but I won't be upset. You helped me sleep last time, and I was just returning the favour."

"I think we both know that you helped me sleep in a bit of a different way than I helped you. But if you're okay with me going to bed, I can take my pussy with me and go to my bed."

I was stunned. My mom said the word pussy. And just as I had said the word cum in front of my mother weeks earlier, it turned us both on and we were back into the swing of things.

"Is it weird if I have a bit of a request?" I asked.

"I don't think anything is weird at this point." she replied.

"Turn over," I demanded softly. I had seen my mother's ass hole, and while before now, I had no inkling to ever know what someone's ass tasted like, I couldn't pass up this opportunity to bury my tongue between my mother's cheeks.

She turned over, not realizing what was about to happen, and I placed one hand on each cheek and began rubbing in circles. This lasted for a few minutes before I said, "is anything off limits?"

She seemed to think about it for a little while before shaking her ass in a negative gesture as if to say whatever I wanted to do was okay.

I felt bold, so I parted her cheeks and stuck my thumb between them to test the waters. She contracted a bit from the shock, then loosened up. I began to move my thumb around and my mom began gyrating her ass towards it. Just before I actually saw the tip of my thumb get lost in my mother's ass hole, I pulled it away. I could hear her disappointment under her breath, even if she didn't say anything, but without hesitating, I moved my face in for it.

I stuck my tongue out and licked my mother's ass hole. She gasped and moaned and loved the feeling of what her son's warm mouth was doing to her ass. She gyrated into me and, within a minute, I forced my tongue to slowly open up her hole and let me inside of her. Aside from kissing, this was the first time I would actually be inside my mother. My tongue must have been a full inch inside her ass as she moved her hips around my face.

She tasted delicious, and just the fact that I was being ridiculously kinky and that it was with my mom almost made me cum. But then my mom started with the dirty talk and all hell broke loose.

She began moaning louder and louder, reaching around her back, grabbing my head, and ramming it into her ass hole as I tongue fucked her. "Oh yeah," she moaned, "use your tongue, shove it in there," she said.

After a few moments of eating out my mom's ass, she turned over and my face was immediately in front of her pussy. She didn't force my head down into it, but instead, I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go, and it slithered its was to my mom's clit and flicked it back and forth. She sat up, my head still buried in her lap, and her dress fell over me so that my head was inside it.

I hadn't seen my mom's breasts aside from the times that I would peek at them, but those instances were few and far between, not to mention from distances that would never let me appreciate my mother's amazing C-cups.

As the dress had fallen over my head, I flipped around and looked straight up at my mom's chest. I stuck my tongue out but was just far enough away so as to not be able to actually touch anything with it. This was the first time my mother was actively letting me stare at her nipples, and it was incredible.

Without realizing it, my cock, in extreme hard-on state, had flopped through the flap in my boxers and was now standing completely erect and pointing toward the ceiling. My mother, noticing, said "well you're a little sleepy now too, I see!" in her casual sarcastic voice.

Before I could say anything, my mother was up and on all fours, my head suddenly hitting bed, and her breasts directly above it. Like a cat, she moved over to my cock and grabbed it with her hand, her face right next to it. This was the moment where my mother sucked my cock. Or was it?

She began stroking my cock and playing with my now engorged testicles as her face was not even three inches away from it. She pulled firmly on it, stroking up and down. My head was straining as I arched my neck to look, so I plopped back down on the bed to notice that my mother's pussy was staring me in the face. I wanted this all to be about me, and I wanted to watch my cock slip into my mother's mouth as she tasted it for the first time, but I couldn't resist the lips in front of me.

I pulled her legs closer to me so that I could taste her pussy, and after a few moments, even pulled her far back enough so that I could once again taste her ass hole. She sat up, mounting my face, fixed her hair a bit, and then unmounted. In a sexy voice - something I never thought my mom could have - she said, "it's your turn to sleep."

As before, she licked my lips in an almost slobbery manner, shoved her tongue down my throat, and moved down towards my cock.

She stroked it, up and down, up and down, until she could feel that I was trembling and about to explode. She stopped.

"Not yet, honey." She never called me honey, so it was clear to me that she had played out this fantasy before, too. She dreamed of the time that her mouth would be wrapped around my cock. She dreamed of that same cock tapping the back of her throat and letting my cum flow down her throat.

She knew exactly what she was doing and that I was moments away from erupting.

Again, she began stroking, this time more slowly, more deliberately. It was this time that she began staring at me as she did it. She still had her pyjama dress on and I couldn't see any tits or ass, but I knew it was all there, and I had permission to see it all. She placed one hand on my chest as if to make sure she had my attention. When she was sure I was paying attention, she breathed on my cock with her hot, steamy breath. Her mouth was now less than an inch from my cock, and she played a dangerous game every time she stroked it as it would get closer and closer to her lips.

Less than a minute went by before she began stroking harder and harder. A bit faster, but to the rhythm she detected coming from my body. She would periodically slow down and then speed up suddenly, until she eventually let my cock touch her lips. Without my noticing, the head of my penis had breached her lips, and my cock was, for the first time, in my mother's mouth.

It was warm and comforting, just as it was to have my face buried in her pussy. And as she began to take more and more of me, I realized that I was about to cum. There was no way to stop it this time. My mother's lips were more than enough to make me cum all over them.

I exclaimed loudly, "I'm going to cum! I can't stop it! Keep doing that!" Part of me wanted to cum in my mother's mouth while another part wanted to save an experience for later. My mother let my cock free from her lips and began stroking it harder and faster. She would play a daredevil game where she would occasionally stick her tongue out at my head to taste some pre-cum that had formed, risking me blowing a load all over her face.




Giving Mom a Peek Ch. 02



Within the next fifteen seconds, I let loose all over myself. It was one of the biggest explosions I had ever had, and I let it all out over my stomach, chest, and as before, my mother's hands.

Neither of us was sure where to go from here. We looked at each other, and just as my mother had done when I got her to climax, I collapsed in place on my bed. She could tell I was exhausted and had nothing to say except, "Well, I guess this time it worked, too."

I didn't dare ask about next time. But this time, I was more sure that there would in fact be a next time.

Tonight was a night of firsts, even though it was the second. For the first time, I had seen my mother's pussy in the flesh, I had tasted it, and I had the opportunity to put my tongue not only between her ass cheeks, but also into her ass hole itself. All the while, we intertwined our tongues, she stroked my cock, placed it in her mouth, tasted my pre-cum, and let my cock explode all over her hand.

But there were more firsts to come just three nights later when things got even more intense.



Giving Mom a Peek Ch. 03



To this point, I had finally seen my mother naked, she'd jacked me off, not to mention had my dick in her mouth, I'd shoved my face in her pussy, eaten out her ass hole, and, to top things off, we'd made out for a good measure of time.

From there, things moved quickly. There weren't many secrets between my mother and I anymore, although I wondered if she had a constant source of actual intercourse since we hadn't actually had sex. My mother and I would mess around with each other a couple of times a week, but otherwise, our relationship stayed relatively normal. Sure, she would catch me staring down her top sometimes, or I would pinch her butt while she was cooking or something, but for the most part, things stayed the same.

And sometimes, things got out of hand entirely, but in the best way possible. I remember coming home from work one afternoon to be called into the family room. My mother was there, stark naked, nipples perky as ever, with her legs almost perpendicular to the cushions of the couch. And by perpendicular, I mean straight up in the air.

I hadn't been in a particularly sexy mood, but seeing my mother's bare ass and glisteningly wet pussy was more than enough to get me going. She didn't even say hi to me. She looked at me in such a way that we both knew I was supposed to get down on my knees and bury my face in her crotch.

And that I did. I instantly felt my nose and lips wet with my mother's pussy juices before I could even start licking. It was clear she had been playing with herself.

"I was waiting for you to come home." she said.

I couldn't speak, so I just let out a moan and kept licking her pussy. With her legs stretched as high as they were, her ass hole was begging for some attention, and so before shoving my tongue into it, I teased it with a finger. Slowly at first, and then, as she began gyrating her ass so that it could swallow my finger, I pulled it away and licked it right in front of my mother.

And then she said something shocking (as if anything was still shocking at this point).

"I want to taste my ass, too!"

So I put my finger back down there, and fiddled around inside her ass hole about an inch deep. I then moved my finger to her mouth, and she put my entire finger in her mouth before I could even try to set it down gently on her lips. She gave one good suck and then said, "And now, I want to taste it from your mouth."

I was more than excited and overly eager to once again have my tongue buried between my mother's ass cheeks and shove it up her hole. So I began licking around slowly and seductively at first, but before I knew it, she grabbed the back of my head, and pushed my face into her crack. I had just enough room to get my tongue out and squeeze it through her tight ass hole.

I had to stand up halfway to get my face to my mom's, and when I did, mom saw nothing but a raging hard-on. I was obviously fully erect and pretty close to cumming just from rubbing up against my jeans. My mother reached out her hand and massaged my cock through my jeans, and before I knew it, I had to pull away or I'd have exploded before I even got my clothes off.

"Are you afraid? Is your mother turning you on?" she asked, extremely seductively.

"I think we both know the answer to that. And it's inside my pants." I replied sarcastically.

"Maybe I'll help you out. STRIP!" she yelled aggressively. "And then stand on the couch!" she finished.

Without thinking, I took all my clothes off, stood right up on the couch, and mounted my mom's face with my cock. It all happened so fast, but I guess she was extra horny today, because she didn't want to waste any time with pleasantries. Although, let me tell you: all of this was pleasantries.

She stared at it for a second, and I almost thought to myself, 'Oh my God, did I take things too far? Of course my mother won't suck my dick; what am I thinking?' Then I realized that my mother had let my cock fill her mouth nearly a half dozen times in the past few weeks, and she was sure as hell going to do it today. She was being rough with me, and it was my turn to be rough back.

I stuck my hand out towards my mother's mouth and shoved my thumb inside it, felt around as she tried to suck it, and released it. Without any hesitation, I reached around the back of my her head and pulled her mouth over my erect cock.

She opened it up and took everything - my head, and most of my shaft - like a total pro. She grabbed my ass and started massaging my cheeks as my cock was down her throat. She began pulling it in and out of her mouth, making a sucking noise with every release. It felt incredible, and it was because it was my mom's lips wrapped around my dick.

I didn't realize what she had been doing around back, but just as my mom looked up to me with her seductive eyes, I realized that she had begun letting her fingers linger around my ass hole as I had done to hers. I wasn't quite sure what was going on, but it seemed as if she was testing the waters. It never turned me on to think about someone playing with my ass, but it was a pretty kinky sex act, and that always got me going.

My mother took my dick out from between her lips long enough to ask if I liked what she was doing.

I replied coyly, "your lips are amazing, of course!" trying to see if she was actually asking about her fantastic blowjob or her index playing with my ass hole.

She said, "you know I mean your ass, honey. You want to see if you like everything as much as I do?"

I was very intrigued. The thought of someone eating out my ass didn't appeal to me, and yet I was extremely curious for someone to do it. To feel something inside me wasn't my first priority, but that someone like my mom would have her lips between my ass cheeks was still very erotic.

I got off the couch and lay down on the floor flat on my stomach. Before I could realize that she had moved, I felt a tongue on my ass cheek. She was going to do this, and she was starting now.

Her hands parted my cheeks, and, just like the first blowjob she gave me, she began releasing her hot breath between my cheeks. I loved the feeling, and I warmed up to it and shivered all at the same time.

"You like that, don't you?" she asked, knowing full well of the answer. "It's nice to have something hot on your ass hole. And it's even nicer to have something wet there!" And with that, she stuck her tongue out and began licking between my ass cheeks. She managed to get a finger part of the way inside me as well, but was much more focused on licking than finger fucking.

I could tell she was done when she licked from the lowest part of my ass to the highest, and all the way from there to the top of my back. She bit my ear as I spun around, and within an instant, our tongues were once again mangled around each other's. I was once again making out with my mom, my hands finding their way all over her body, from her beautiful tits to her incredible ass, ending finally on her wet, hairy pussy.

This was the first opportunity I had to see my mother's breasts in full daylight. Her nipples were as red as I could remember, having peeked at them when she would change. I took the opportunity to once again have my mother's nipples in my mouth, where I would slobber all over them and lick up my own saliva. It was dirty and raunchy and sexy. My mother would hold her breast up as if to feed me, and I would swallow as much of her huge C-cups as I could.

With her hand on the back of my head, looking on approvingly, she gently but firmly pushed me downwards so that I could once again taste her lower flesh. It was at this point that I would again let my tongue drag through her pussy hair and feel her clit, while she guided her finger down her snatch alongside me.

I was down there, tongue buried between her lips, for not even a minute, when I heard an unusual moan from my mother. She was excited, but clearly trying to slow things down for her own sake. She spoke beautiful words.

"You feel how wet I am? How soaked you made me?"

I moaned in affirmation, not wanting to pull my face from her lips.

"I'll teach you something about women. When they're that wet, it's because they want to feel something inside them."

I, almost stupidly, moved my hand up her leg and toward her crotch. She grabbed my hand before I could insert a finger.

"Not your fingers, dear." She said, staring at me until I realized what she meant.

Was this how it would happen? How I'd fuck my mother for the first time? At 4:30 in the afternoon on a Thursday? I didn't much care, I just expected it to be somewhat different. Then again, we had been messing around so much without going all the way, I wasn't sure it'd ever happen.

I started kissing from the top of her pussy to her stomach, to her breasts, to her neck, and ended off on her lips where we embraced again. We were both naked, and without thinking, I began gyrating my hips into hers. After a few seconds, we were in sync with each other, but in this position, there was no way my cock would enter her opening. She and I both knew that, but it seemed like neither of us wanted to take that next step, even though we both really wanted to take that next step!

I moved my body downward slightly and felt my cock fall between the gap in her legs, and I slid up gently so that I was poking at her lips. My bare cock was touching my mother's bare pussy, and it was incredible. I couldn't tell if the wetness I was feeling was my own precum or my mother's dripping pussy. I was pretty sure it was a mix of everything, and it was incredible.

Before long, I could tell she was getting restless, and going along with her over-the-top horny nature, my mother placed her hand around my cock and guided it inside of her.

"I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me." She said, looking at me as if she had just told me what I was about to do was so important that without it, she would die. I had never seen that level of sincerity (or eroticism) in my mother, and I wouldn't let her down. My cock slid right inside of my mother's pussy, and with that, she let out what I thought might be her last breath, it came out with such force.

We both instantly erupted into a single blob of gyrating sex, fucking on the floor in our family room. It was remarkable.

I could feel every inch of me slip inside my mother's loose pussy. I had no delusions about my mother being tight, and it was somehow perfect to feel that I could slip in and out of her with ease. She was so wet, I slipped out of her a few times, but her grabbing at my cock to put me back inside her was almost enough to get me to cum on the spot.

"FUCK YOUR MOTHER. DO IT RIGHT NOW!" She yelled uncharacteristically as she threw into a fit of sexual spontaneity.

I began ramming my dick inside of her, slowly but forcefully at first, then faster and faster as we learned each others' rhythms. Luckily for me, I can never cum while I'm on top of a woman, so I was able to hold off enough for me to slow down and my mother to take even more control. I then spoke dirty words that I was even shocked I said:

"I want my mommy to sit on my cock and ride me so I can see her tits bouncing up and down in front of me." I said, still scared as to how she might react, even though I was buried inside of her at that very moment.

"Is that what you want? You're disgusting, you want your mommy to ride your cock so you can see my big nipples bouncing up and down in front of you? Well I might just have to show you what that's like!" She said, scaring me half to death for a split second. I could tell she was saying it all seductively, but I couldn't be sure until we flipped over so she could mount me on top.

And mount me she did. She got on top of me and cradled my cock from behind her and rubbed it between her ass and in her pussy lips before sitting down on it. I saw my mother bouncing up and down, closing her eyes and moaning with lust as she let her son fuck her wet pussy.

Her tits were as beautiful as I expected them to be as they bounced up and down in front of me with such force, I thought they might hit me in the face even though that was physically impossible. Until she leaned down toward me and fed me her nipples. I sucked on them gently at first, then swallowed as much of her nipple and breast as I could as she bounced on top of me, reducing me to a shuddering orgasm.

With her breast in my mouth, I yelled as much as I could, "I'm cumming! Oh my God, I'm going to cum! Is that okay?!" I asked only because we hadn't thought about condoms, and it only just occurred to me that my cum would be hitting the back wall of my mother's pussy any second.

"Oooh yeah baby don't worry, you cum inside mommy's pussy. I've been thinking about it for too long now, I need you to cum inside me."

And with that, I had the most explosive orgasm I'd had in my life, and my entire load was inside my mother's soaking wet pussy. It seemed like I was cumming for days, and as she lifted off my cock, a splash of cum thrust out of her pussy as if she had been filled with a garden hose.

She did something kinky afterwards, flicking her clit and pussy lips quickly so as to drain her pussy of the rest of the cum. It fell out from her on to my cock and stomach, as my mother put my flaccid penis into her mouth to taste me and her all at once. 

It wasn't enough to get my cock hard again, but I was mentally hard, that's for sure. I wasn't sure what came over me, but I wanted to taste what she was tasting. I somehow motioned to her to straddle my face with her legs. She looked at me as if to confirm that I knew what I was doing, and I spoke:

"You're tasting your pussy on my cock, and I want to taste your pussy again too, mom. Even if it's got me inside of it. I want to lick your wet pussy and make you cum, too!"

I could tell she hadn't cum yet because she was still hungry for cock, and I had more interest in eating my mother's pussy and making her cum than I did trying to avoid tasting my own cum. After all, being a guy, I had tried it before, and it was livable. 

So with that, my mother picked up her dripping body and stood up completely over me so that her feet were directly beside my head. She squatted all the way, and as she did, I saw both her holes open up for me on the way down. It was a near-majestic sight, as if her holes were saying, "Come this way. Your tongue goes here."

I found her holes with my tongue, this time focusing more on her clit than her ass, and made sure I paid attention to her rhythm. Within a few minutes, my tongue was moving faster than I thought it even could move, and a few moments after that, I felt a warm drizzle running down my chin.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed.

My mother had, for the first time in her life, squirted, and it was her son that made her do it. She explained to me later that she lost all control of her body when her son's tongue was flicking her clit. She didn't realize what happened until it did, and I reassured her that I was more than happy to know I caused that for her.

We laid there for what felt like ten hours after our fuck session, even though it was probably only about fifteen or twenty minutes.

I still sleep in my own bed, and we live a relatively normal life. As normal as can be expected from a mother and son who fuck on occasion.

Following our first time having intercourse, my mother and I probably fucked about three more times that week before settling into what we do now, which is sleep together once or twice a week. We have an interesting relationship and kiss, even make out, on a daily basis. I've come home to my mother completely naked just to get a rise out of me, and I've done the same when I feel extra horny. We often give in to our urges but have never taken things to the degree where either of us has been exhausted from sex. There have also been some kinkier moments where she's called my brother or my aunt while I'm munching on her pussy just a few feet from the phone.

I went on my first vacation last week since we began having sex, and my mother made sure to give me some naked photos of her to make sure I didn't "cheat" on her while I was away. As if I could give up her perfect C-cups and sweet, sweet pussy for someone that isn't my mother. The night I returned, she found her way into my bed in the middle of the night, and I awoke to have my mother's lips wrapped around my cock. I ended up cumming inside my mother's pussy three times like that, each of which she would drip back onto my stomach and chest so she could lick up.

We're kinky like that, but we're mother and son, so it runs in the family.