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Mama's Boy

By: BV17



For the past three years I have attended a small college in North Carolina.

After my second year I was recruited to join a frat house. Now up until then I had been living with my parents. And so for the first time ever I moved out of my parent's home. However my mother constantly embarrassed me. Every day she would call the frat house to make sure I was all right. And at least once a week she would show up unannounced and drop off food or something silly like that.

After the first year the entire fraternity started calling me mama's boy, instead of Brian, which is my name. I disliked this new nickname but I got used to it. But the thing that made me uncomfortable was the fact that whenever my mom came over several of the guys would hit on her. My mother is only 39, and for a 39-year-old she still has a body. She is about 5'6" and weighs around 129 pounds. But the one thing that makes her especially sexy is her red hair. She has long red hair. Her hair is unbelievably sexy.

Well every time she came over there was some guy making small passes at her. Now one night while I was out on a date I got a call from some of the guys. They told me that my mother and my sister had stopped by at the frat house and mom wanted to make sure I was all right. I told them to tell her yes and then I hung up. About an hour later I had struck out with my date and was returning home. When I got to the frat house my mothers Mustang was still in front. "I can't believe she waited for me, god damn." Was all I could think.

I opened the door and went up to my room to change. When I was slipping into a pair of sweat pants I heard some cheering from down stairs. I went to the top of the stairway and looked into the living room. I saw three guys. Beck, my best friend, Jason, and Bill. I walked down stairs and peeked around the corner. Beck was sitting in the lounge chair and the other two were sitting on the sofa. Then I looked a little closer and saw, to my amazement, my mother dancing in the corner. This wasn't friendly dancing this was "I'm going to fuck your brains out" dancing. I couldn't see whom she was dancing with but she swaying her hips into his crotch and grabbing his ass. When she turned her back to me I saw it was Allen, AKA Skinny. We called him that because his last girl friends and him got into a fight and her told her fuck you. Now she then brought up the subject of how skinny his cock was. We took her word for it.

Allen was massaging my mother's ass with both his hands. I was about two seconds from running out there and kicking their asses when Beck whistled.

My mom stopped dancing with Allen and walked over to Beck. I could see a bulge in Beck's pants. She put her hand on his crotch and then began to give him a lap dance. She straddled him and rubbed her crotch against his.

Beck grabbed the back of her head and whispered something in her ear.

My mother dropped to her knees and unbuttoned his pants. She pulled his cock out and began to lick the head. After about ten seconds she deep throated his 8-inch cock. The entire thing disappeared in her mouth. The others were now cheering as loud as possible. Jason got up off the sofa and walked behind my mom. He lifted her skirt up and ripped off her panties, exposing her beautifully round ass. Mom kept sucking on Beck's prick while Jason squeezed her ass. He quickly pulled down his pants and rammed his dick into my mother's pussy. I watched for a then I noticed something else.

It hadn't even occurred to me but my sister was supposedly here also. I looked around and couldn't find her. My mom stopped sucking off Beck and started to scream. She pulled him out of her pussy and pushed him to the floor. She then straddled him and began to bounce furiously on his cock.

She began to yell, " Yes, fuck me. Come on, baby I'm going to cum.

OHHHHHHHHH!" She then collapsed on him and I realized that Jason had just blown a load inside my mother. Beck pulled my mom off of Jason and threw her onto her belly. He then pulled her ass into the air and jammed his chubby into he now leaking pussy. I lowered my head and turned away.

But now I was in shock. I saw my sister Amanda standing behind me. She was standing on the very bottom step. I instantly noticed that she wasn't wearing a skirt. She looked shocked to see me. I opened my mouth to speak but I couldn't find the words. Then I saw two guys from upstairs coming out of one of the rooms.

I stepped into the kitchen to avoid being seen. I then realized that they had probably been fucking my little sister. I waited about a minute then stepped back out and saw my sister was now in the living room. She hadn't said anything about me being there. She was slowly unbuttoning her blouse.

I didn't see the two guys from upstairs I guessed they must have left after they finished with my sister. Allen was already underneath my little sister with his cock out. Meanwhile my mom was still being fucked by Beck. Amanda straddled Allen and guided his, very skinny cock into her wet shaved pussy.

Bill was now in front of my mother trying to get her to take his cock into her mouth.

Both my mom and my sister were now screaming. "OH, I'm going to cum. Jesus keep fucking me." Allen picked Amanda up and laid her on her back. He now began to fuck her with quick fast thrusts. While he was doing Amanda laid her head back and looked at me. I barley had my head around the corner but she knew where to look. She closed her eyes and began to lick her teeth.

Now I had an erection. I never knew how hot my sister was.

I looked back at my mom and saw she was done with Beck and had Bill fucking her now. She was standing up and had her hands against the wall to brace herself. Bill was going slowly causing her to moan gently. He was whispering in her ears and groping her breasts. I was took a step back and thought to myself that I had better leave. But my sister Began shacking her head as she looked at me. I stooped in my tracks. Allen pulled his cock out of my sister and walked over to my mom. He pulled her wedding ring off and put in on his cock. Damn that thing was skinny. He then pushed away Bill and rammed his cock into her pussy. Bill immediately got between my sister legs. She pushed him away and instead took it in her mouth.

I watched my sister suck my friends cock off. It only a matter of minutes she pulled it out of her mouth and started to stroke it. He blew his load all over her hand. She quickly licked it up and got off the floor. I jumped into the kitchen again as my mother walked out the door. I heard her drive away. My sister then followed.

I walked outside because I didn't want to look at those guys. I went to my car and saw Amanda sitting in it. She pulled me inside the car. She kissed me on the ear and whispered "Those guys said you are extremely good and getting women. How good are you at fucking them?" I stood up to walk away but she was already unzipping my fly. I looked into her large blue eyes and smiled.

She pulled my cock out and began to lick on the head. I wasn't in the mood for this foreplay. I pushed her back and climbed on top of her. She still didn't have her panties on but her skirt was back. I pushed her skirt up and rammed my cock into her drenching wet lips. She grabbed the back of my hair and screamed. At first I was pumping slow but I was to horny to go slow. I began to pound her lips hard. "Fuck me, Im cumming im cumming baby." She whispered into my ear. I think she knew when I was about to finish because she stopped me. She once again began to kiss on my cock. I grabbed the back of her head and rammed my cock as far as it would go. At first I didn't think she'd take it all in, but hey I guess my family is just gifted at sex. I was out quickly. In at least a minute I began to spurt cum into the back of her throat. only a little bit began to dripple down her lip. She took her mouth off my cock and wrapped her arms around my neck. I wasn't expecting her to do this so when she did I fell backwards out of the open car door.

I laid on my back and tried to regain my sences. Mandy was between my legs right now. I looked at her and saw that her eyes were focused on me.

She slowly began to climb up my body till she was over my cock. She grabbed my now erect once more cock with her left hand. Then she guided it into her wet cunt. Slowly she bounced on my rod, the whole time screaming. "Oh god, fuck your little sister. Cum inside me. Oh, oh." Now I was just laying on my back enjoying my ride. Mandy took her hands off my chest and began to fondle herself. I lifted my head off the road and watched as she tried her hardest not to scream. She rolled me over and pushed my head into her breasts. I rammed my cock into her again and again until I began to release sperm into my little sisters cunt. I stood up and gave her a hand. She turned around and reached to shut the car door but the moment she did I was ready again.

Before she turned around I was behind her squeezing her ass. I kissed up her neck as she began to moan again. I then pushed her against the car and in a swift moation I rammed my cock back into her wet cunt. At first she tried to reach back and grab my ass but she lost balance and had to brace herself against the car. I fucked her as hard as I could this time.

I rammed and rammed all the while she was moaning and screaming how her cunt needed to be fucked like this. I grabbed her arms away from the car and caused her to slam her face into the car window. I held each of her hands as I continued to fuck her. She was now begging me to cum in her. But before I could I was pulled away from her.

Me and Mandy both turned to look. We saw that my mother had come back.

Threw all of Mandy's screaming we failed to hear her car approach. Mandy fell to the floor from exhaustion, while I stared at my mother. She looked like she was about to speak, but I thought what the hell. I reached out and grabbed my mother by the hand. She tried to stop me, apparently nailing her son was not supposed to be part of this night. She pulled her hand away but I desperately needed to blow the load which she had stopped me from spurting. She turned to go back to her car but I was quicker. I grabbed her by the waist and flung her against the car where I had been fucking Mandy. "Brain, no." But before she finished what she was saying I was fondling her breasts. My mother had gotten dressed since the fuck fest inside. I reached to pull her panties off but they had been ripped off inside. I pulled her skirt off completely exposing her beautiful ass. "Brian, please I'm sorry I..." It was to late I rammed my cock into her pussy. She moaned when I entered her. I wasn't taking my time on her. I began to thrust and thrust. I took my hands off her back and began to rub her ass. All the time her red hair was buried in my face. Suddenly she tried to run. She didn't even get my cock out of her. She moved to the right and I grabbed her. We then fell to the floor and I resumed her fucking. Now instead of begging me to stop she was trying to keep her moans silent so I wouldn't know she was enjoying this. I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. I forced my tongue in her mouth and found that she was kissing me back. She pushed my head away and said, "Who the hell told you to stop fucking my cunt?" She placed her hands on my ass as I began to pump her again. I was now licking her neck when I saw Mandy fingering herself beside me.

While my head was turned watching Mandy mom had become restless. She rolled me over and straddled me. I laid back once more while my mother rode my cock. Her red hair flung about every which way and that turned me on more. "Fuck you mother, baby. Make me cum like your friends did. Ahh, God don't stop fucking me. Make mommy proud." I was now erupting in her pussy. I didn't realize I had so much cum inside my body. Shot after shot I poured cum into my mom's snitch.

She dismounted me and laid flat on the ground. Mandy was now screaming with joy as her fingers went in and out of her cunt. Mom licked the remains of the cum of the tip of my cock and stood up. "Brian you show your sister the same courtesy you showed me. I will be inside." Mom walked inside wearing only a ripped blouse. She went into the frat house and I heard loud cheers.

Mandy and I joined her about 5 minutes later.

Mama's Boy



Author's note: Welcome to my latest story! If you're new to me, then thank you for checking me out, and as always a disclaimer. All of my stories have a build up before the taboo fun. If you're more a fan of quick stroke tales, I may not be for you. For those who know me, you also know that I strive to always try something different. Mama's Boy is no different. First all my stories are about the initial crossing the line. I have however, always thought about picking one up in the middle. Writing a story where the taboo relationship is established already and working around that. In addition, although nowhere near as dark as SWB, this story deals with a little unpleasantness as I use the device of a cruel husband to explain the mother/son "bond". Anyway I hope you enjoy my latest attempt. Lovecraft68

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I jerked awake at the sound of my cell phone ringing. I reached over to the nightstand, but realized I'd left it over on the bureau. With a groan, I sat up and started to get out of the bed, when Julie came out of the bathroom.

"I'll get it for you Paul," she called out.

I sat back gratefully onto the pillow. Julie and I had studied until five am for our English finals. After that we'd grabbed breakfast, come back to the apartment I shared with my best friend Rob, and spent a couple of hours studying much more pleasant things. Julie had to work later tonight and had managed to slip out of bed without waking me to get ready. While she grabbed the phone and said hello, I took a moment to take her in.

Julie was wearing the short black skirt she waitressed in. The skirt exposed her long legs almost to the cheeks of her cute little ass and was responsible for her getting enough tips three nights a week to pay her rent. Over the skirt however, Julie was only wearing a black lace bra and her small perky tits were propped up quiet well. I could see her nipples through the lace and as my cock began to swell, started to wonder if she had enough time for a quickie. That thought changed when I heard Julie speak, 

"Oh, hi Sherri, yeah he's here."

Julie had said that last part with barely concealed annoyance. I, on the other hand, felt my heart skip a beat. Mom could be calling just to say hi as she did everyday at some point, but it could also mean Dad was drinking again. Or, I thought excitedly, maybe...

"It's your mother." Julie said tossing the phone disgustedly onto the bed next to me. 

She turned and walking away from me went and stood over near the large overnight bag she brought with her whenever she was going to stay a couple of days and leaned against the bureau. Picking up the phone I answered, "Hey Mom!"

"Hi honey!" she exclaimed.

This time my heart didn't just skip a beat, it began to race. Mom had that mixed tone of relief and excitement she got in her voice when ever dad had to go out on the road. I could feel a smile begin to creep across my face as I asked, "Hey, everything okay?"

"Better than okay," Mom said. "Your father's going on a run to Minnesota; he'll be gone four days."

"Four days?" I repeated.

"Hmm-mmm" Mom giggled like a young girl and my smile became wider; I loved to hear her laugh like that. Of course she could sound like that all the time if she would get rid of my asshole old man. "Four glorious days of peace and quiet and...." She trailed off.

I waited a moment then rolled my eyes, but continued to smile; she wanted me to play along. As I gave it another few seconds to leave her wondering, I looked up to see Julie scowling at me. She'd guessed the conversation and I knew there was an argument coming. Whatever, she'd get over it, but I did force my face into a serious expression as I asked,

"You going to be okay alone Mom?" 

"I guess," she sighed dramatically into the phone. "You know how I get. I should be thrilled to be alone, but you know I get nervous."

"Well, remember what the doctor said," I began for Julie's benefit, "That's just nerves and..."

"I'll have a hard time sleeping." Mom continued, "But I suppose I could take those pills the doctor gave me."

She released another exaggerated sigh, and I could picture her smiling on the other end of the phone, her blue eyes bright with excitement. Playing my part, I emitted a resigned sigh of my own.

"Mom, do you need me to come stay with you?"

"Paul!" Julie hissed at me from across the room.

"That's nice of you honey," Mom started, "But you have school and your cute little girlfriend's over."

"I'll still go to class mom, and Julie will understand, she always does." I added, trying to give Julie a smile.

"Not this time," Julie said over her shoulder as she began removing her clothes from the bureau drawer and putting them in her bag. 

"Still honey, I can't ask you to and...." Mom trailed off then began to giggle again. I turned around on the bed so Julie couldn't see me smile as Mom continued, "Oh, honey," she whispered softly, "Will you please come keep your lonely mother company?"

Putting my hand over my mouth, I whispered into the phone, "I would love to, can't have you all alone now can we?" 

"You're such a good boy!" she purred in my ear causing a warm feeling to begin to flow through me. "I'll have to go out of my way to spoil you!" she added with a giggle that had an entirely different sound to it than the previous one.

Out loud I said, "What time do you want me to come by?"

"He's leaving right after dinner so come on over around six."

"I'll be there." I said as behind me I heard the sound of Julie zipping her bag up.

"I love you honey!" 

"I love you too mom," I said. 

I ended the call and turned to see Julie had put the white blouse on that went with her skirt, but more importantly had her bag slung over her shoulder.

"Listen Julie," I began as I got up from the bed. "Don't be mad, I...."

"Don't be mad?" She asked in a tone that told me she was already there. "Are you fucking kidding me, Paul?"

"Calm down, Julie," I said, standing in front of her and trying to put my arm on her shoulder.

"No!" she snapped, stepping back from me. "I screwed with my schedule and took tomorrow night off, because it's been awhile since we could spend a weekend together and now you're going to pull this shit?"

"Come on, Jules," I said softly, giving her a big smile and again trying to reach out to her.

"Don't give me that Jules, shit." She shook her head, "Do you know how much money I make in tips on Fridays? You know how much money I lost?"

"Well..."

"But I did it because I wanted to spend time with you Paul!" she threw her hands up, "Now I took it off for nothing."

"Maybe they can put you back on the...."

"Maybe my boyfriend can grow a pair and tell his fucking mother to act like an adult and stay alone!" 

I sighed, "Its hard Julie, she has a lot of trouble with my dad and she needs me and..."

"She always needs you." She pointed at me. "And you always go, you never tell her no!"

"Why should I?" I asked getting defensive, "My mom's been damn good to me and she deserves better than my asshole father. So when she needs me I..."

"Go running." Julie shook her head disgustedly, "You're a fucking mama's boy."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, Paul you are. Tell you what," Julie pointed at the bedroom door. "Go out there and go ask all your friends what they would do, go spend a weekend with their mom, or spend it with their girlfriend who just got an entire weekend off to do nothing but you!" she pointed again, "Go ahead!"

"Julie...."

"Christ, you'd rather hang with your mother, than get laid."

I looked away as I bit back the remark that I could do both. Taking a deep breath, I began softly.

"Julie, I'm sorry. I know it's tough and I know you put up with a lot. I'd rather be with you too..."

"Then prove it." Julie pointed at my phone. "Call her back and tell her you can't."

"She has a hard time being alone and...."

"Then tell her we'll come by for dinner and hang out for awhile, then maybe we'll swing by on Saturday, but you're not spending the weekend with her." 

"I can't do that to her." I shook my head.

"No Paul, you won't do it to her." Julie she grunted disgustedly. "You prefer your mommy to me."

"Julie please, try to understand." 

This time I succeeded in taking her hand in mine and stepping closer put my other hand on her arm and looked into her deep brown eyes.

"My mom's really fragile and she needs...."

"Paul, you can try those big blue eyes on me all you want, it's not going to work this time." 

My response turned into a surprised gasp when I felt her hand squeeze my cock through my boxers.

"Neither is this." She continued. "I told you the last time you did this that I won't play second fiddle to your mother."

"Babe, you know she's got...."

"And don't babe me." She said, slipping her hand from mine "And don't give me the 'I don't understand'."

Stepping away from me, she began picking up her makeup and shoving it in her purse.

"I've been more than understanding Paul. We've been together a year and a half. I have stepped back over and over so you could spend time with your mother. I tried to find her a councilor; I tried to talk to her about leaving your asshole father. I've tried Paul."

Zipping her purse she turned back to me. 

"Last time I even offered to go stay with you at your mom's place. I even said I would sleep on the couch in case she thought it wasn't proper for us to screw around in her house." 

"And I appreciate it Julie, I do." I told her, meaning it.

"But know what Paul? Your mom doesn't want to help herself. She wants to play victim and loves that her little boy comes running. That's why she didn't want me to stay over, she wants you to herself. It's a control game."

"Now you're just being stupid." I shook my head.

"No, I'm being honest." She smirked. "Your Mommy wants to be your number one girl Paul. She doesn't care your with me, but when she needs you, it's perfectly clear I'm supposed to be number two." She shrugged. "I told you last time Paul, that that would be the last time."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"It means, you tell me right now that after work, I'm going to come here and you'll be here and we'll enjoy our weekend. If you're going to tell me you're going to your mother's than I'm done Paul."

"Just like that?"

"Paul we've been arguing about this for months. It's not just like that, you just don't care." She sighed and looking upset for the first time said softly.

"I love you Paul. You're a great guy. You're smart, responsible, you're good looking and you're sweet as can be. But I will not spend the rest of my life with a mama's boy, so you need to choose and you need to do it now. I won't cave again."

I frowned and looked away. I felt the same about her as she'd said about me. Julie was pretty, an A student, and damn good to me. I could see her point about Mom, but she also didn't know the whole story, nor could she. Mom had always been my number one girl, as Julie had put it and always would be. Just the sound of Mom giving me that playful little purr in my ear was all it took to make my decision. I sighed as it appeared I had reached the end of being able to have my cake and eat it too.

"Sorry Julie," I said quietly. "Mom has to come first right now."

Julie looked away from me quickly, but not before I saw the look of hurt in her eyes. I felt a pang of sadness. She was a great girl and I hated to let her go, but then again, in a way she would be better off, it's not like I had been entirely upfront with her during our time together. Julie took a deep breath and nodded.

"Fine, you go running to mommy. You can tell her I broke up with you and she'll be all happy she's got her little boy to herself again."

"Julie...."

"Forget it Paul, you made your choice." Turning she walked quickly towards the bedroom door.

She grabbed the knob and as she began to open the door turned back and looked at me. 

"I hope you're happy with your choice Paul, because I want you to remember one thing. I may not be your favorite girl, but this girl did things for you, your precious mommy can't"

She exited the room and as she slammed the door behind her, I thought well....

*****

After Julie left, I went back to bed and despite how upset I was, managed to fall back to sleep for a couple of hours. After all, I didn't want to be tired when I went over Mom's. After getting up I quickly showered and after packing enough clothes for the next few days, hopped into my ten year old Toyota. It was a twenty minute drive to moms and it was all I could do to force myself not to speed. It had been over a month since dad had gotten a run that had taken him more than an afternoon away. I saw my mother at least once every couple of days, but it was different when dad was in town. He had a habit of stopping home at random times during the day. Dad had always claimed he was in the area so why not stop in and grab something to eat or drink rather than go out on the road? 

The truth was my father was a jealous possessive asshole. My entire life he'd been that way. He'd never wanted Mom to work, even when times were tough, because he didn't want her around any guys that might actually be nice to her. On the few occasions they would go out, he would even pick out her clothes, making sure she wasn't dressed trashy as he so kindly put it. I remember one especially embarrassing day that I'd had Rob and a few friends over after school. It was a hot day and mom had been wearing a pair of denim cut offs and a white tank top. 

The shorts showed off my mother's long legs and the shirt looked as if it were straining to hold her tits which even back then I couldn't help but notice were pretty damn impressive. Rob and the other kids couldn't help but notice either and were ogling her every time she passed by. Mom had also had her long blond hair down and whenever she would come in to see if we needed anything was laughing and joking. Her big blue eyes and huge smile added to her killer body, made her even more difficult to ignore. Even Rob who had known mom since we were back in kindergarten had been commenting to me about how fucking hot she was.

Then dad came home. He'd been drinking, which came as no shock. What was shocking was that right in front of my friends he told my mother she was dressed like a pig. As my face turned crimson with shame, and my friends sat there stunned, Dad had proceeded to accuse Mom of looking slutty on purpose, that she was cock teasing my friends and would probably fuck one if he gave her the chance. Rob had stood up and quickly told the other kids it was time to leave. Once they left, Dad had told Mom to get in the other room and put some real clothes on. He then tried to tell me he was sorry that my mother was a whore. 

I'd been so angry I'd told him that he was a drunken piece of shit and to never talk about my mother like that again. That had earned me quite a memorable ass whipping and was certainly the day that I decided I truly hated my father. It was also the day something else had happened, something I suppose was wrong, but was the most amazing and beautiful experience of my life. 

Dad had gone on the road that afternoon and as I'd walked past mom's room I heard her crying. I'd gone in there and sitting on the bed next to her told her things would be okay. That was when she saw my eye was black and my lip was split. She'd started crying harder, and we'd held each other closely. Eventually we calmed down and started talking, Mom said she was sorry for dressing like that and I told her she had no reason to apologize. She said it was probably embarrassing for my friends to be saying things about her. I told her in a way it was nice to see someone looking at her for the beautiful woman she was. 

Mom had looked at me strangely and asked if I really thought she was beautiful. I blushed because not only had I always thought that, but many times had caught myself looking at her in ways that were far from appropriate. I didn't say that, but told her she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Mom had misted up again, and then before I could react had taken me in her arms and kissed me. The kiss had been directly on the mouth and....

My thoughts trailed off as I saw the familiar sight of The Dells lemonade stand that had been on the corner of our street since I could remember. The one mom used to take me to every day in the summers. As I took the turn and saw the small white cottage I had grown up in coming up on the right, I felt my heart start to race again. I pulled into the driveway and after grabbing my bag from the trunk. All but ran up the stairs. I knocked on the door and stood there rocking from side to side. I felt like a kid on Christmas morning, excitedly waiting to unwrap his presents. And what a present I was going to get to unwrap! I...

Dad opened the door. 

I stood there stunned as my father looked at me with the scowl that was pretty much his permanent expression. As we stood there in awkward silence, I looked at my father and felt that familiar wave of anger rise up. My father was a possessive drunk who'd been verbally and emotionally abusive to my mother for years. I imagined physically as well, although mom denied that. I often thought she was lying to me so I wouldn't do anything stupid. Returning my father's distasteful stare, I again thanked God I didn't resemble him at all. Dad had dark hair and eyes, with a hint of an olive tone to his skin, whereas I had inherited mom's big blue eyes, blond hair and fair skin. Dad's complexion wasn't just dark at the moment, it was red and I could see in his eyes he had been drinking. Shit, maybe they'd cancelled his run.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked.

"Hey, I miss you too dad," I said, rolling my eyes.

With a grunt Dad turned and walked back into the house, not even bothering to hold the door open for me. That was to my benefit however, as since he had never opened the screen door, he hadn't seen my suitcase. Quickly opening the screen door, I stepped in and while his back was still turned I slipped the suitcase into the small hallway closet that was partially open. Dad knew I stayed over from time to time; but there was no reason to give him anything to get going on. I followed him into the through the parlor and into the kitchen where he grabbed a beer from the fridge. He sat down at the table where he had a plate with a couple of hamburgers and opened the beer. Looking over at me, he shrugged. 

"Hard to miss you when you're never gone. Christ Paul, you're over here every other friggin day."

"I miss you guys." I said, trying to keep a neutral expression on my face.

Dad put the beer down and laughed harshly. 

"Hey that was funny! Saying you missed me!" he snorted. "You come here because you miss Mommy."

"Well yeah," I began, "I..."

"Miss her making you dinner, doing your laundry...."

"I don't come here just for that." I told him, trying not to let him get to me. 

"Right." He said around a mouthful of his burger. "The main reason you come here is so she can fawn all over you and tell her little boy how much she misses him." 

Waving his hand at me disgustedly, he snorted, "Fucking mama's boy."

"Knock it off dad." I said quietly, I'd just heard this from Julie; I didn't need it from this drunk.

"Christ, you're like the daughter I never had." He shook his head. "Shit, you even look just like your mother, maybe you should have been a girl."

As I bit back another response he sighed.

"I'd have been happier with a girl than a sissy."

"I'm not a sissy!" I snapped then felt stupid as soon as he smiled, because he'd gotten to me.

"What you think just because you have a pretty little girlfriend, that makes you a man? Shit she probably gets laid on the side and just keeps you around for some girl talk."




Mama's Boy



"Yeah whatever, dad." 

Walking over to the fridge I opened it and grabbed a coke.

"See?" he asked, pointing at me. "You're twenty one, have a damn beer, no you grab a soda."

"Beer turns me off." I said, popping open the soda, "Wonder why."

That one went over his head and as I leaned against the counter, wondering where Mom was Dad finished his burger, and then said.

"Seriously Paul, watch that girl, she works at that bar, she's good looking, bet she's earning money doing more than pushing drinks."

"Julie's not a whore dad."

"All woman are whores Paul." He nodded in agreement with himself. "We go out and work our asses off and they stay home and spread their legs. Hell your mother's been fucking around on me for years."

"Bullshit!" I snapped. "Mom is not a slut!"

"Of course not." He smiled again, his eyes were glazed over and his face was getting redder. "Your mommy's a perfect little angel isn't she? Hell you were probably napping in your room while she was sucking some guy off in my bed."

I felt a surge of anger well up inside of me.

"I wouldn't fucking blame her if she was!" I snapped. "At least she'd be getting it, when was the last time your drunk ass could get it up?"

Dad's eyes bulged dangerously and I felt my stomach tighten as he stared at me. Asshole or not, drunk or not, Dad was a big guy and never afraid to fight. He took the last swig from his beer and after putting it down, surprised me by laughing.

"See Paul? You can be a man when you need too!" he exclaimed. "Shame its only to defend your slutty mother, but it gives me hope you might man up some day."

Deciding to not press my luck, I changed directions.

"Where is Mom?"

Dad laughed as if I'd said something funny.

"Oh, she's up there showering, getting ready for her little visitor!"

I felt a chill go down my spine. He couldn't know, there was no way he....

"See, I told her I was leaving a little while ago. So she gives me a kiss goodbye and said she was going upstairs to lie down. I heard the shower, so I went and pulled my van into the garage. Bill's not coming to get me for another half hour." 

He gave me an evil grin.

"So she's going to come waltzing down here wearing something trashy to wait for her little boyfriend."

Oh my God! I looked at the clock over dad's head and saw it was ten to six. Mom was going to come down any minute now. I slipped my phone from my pocket to send her a text, but as I did my stomach clenched; her cell was right there next to dad. Thank God I hadn't sent a message, he no doubt had the phone next to him on purpose, waiting for the lover he was convinced she had, to call her. Mom was looking forward to me; I could just imagine her coming down in some type of lingerie. Of course, Dad would never guess who she was wearing it for, but there would be hell to pay.

As if that thought summoned her, I heard footsteps at the top of the staircase that led down into the kitchen. There was a turn halfway down and I swallowed hard as watched to see my mother come down the stairs. Mom's feet, her bare feet appeared on the stairs and as she started to descend her equally bare legs began materializing, a lot of her legs. My heart began to pound at the sight of mid thighs and I had the horrible thought she may just be in her underwear. 

I had to choke back a sigh of relief when I saw the edge of a black robe. That relief again turned to panic as her chest appeared and I saw the robe was so loosely tied her large creamy breasts were almost falling out. Even as her face appeared, and I knew I should say something, I was frozen by the sight of her. Mom's long shapely legs looked better than ever and the robe was so wide open I swore I could just see the pink skin surrounding her nipple. 

Despite the potential for trouble, I felt my cock twitch in my pants. What a thrill knowing she was coming down dressed like that for the man that she had indeed been fucking behind Dad's back for the last couple of years, her son. Mom looked up and seeing me gave me a huge smile that lit up her huge baby blue eyes. That smile sent a wave of excitement through me. Not as much as the next move though. Stopping on the stairs and just out of dad's sight, Mom's smile turned mischievous and grabbing her robe, she began to open it to flash me her tits. That snapped me out of my trance and I said loudly, "Hey dad!"

Mom's eyes widened and she quickly pulled the robe closed and began to tie it.

"What?" dad asked, coming out of the beer induced fog he had been drifting in.

"Um," I shrugged. "Want another beer?"

"Yeah, Bill's driving the first ten hours, so why the hell not?"

I started to turn towards the fridge and saw Mom starting to back up the stairs to change; I winced when she stepped on the same creaky stair that had betrayed me so many times as a teen sneaking in and out at night.

"Sheri? That you?" Dad called out.

"Uh yeah, John, I'll be right down, I need to..."

"You need to get your ass down here is what you need to do!" he snapped.

I felt that old familiar feeling of anxiety run through me as I grabbed a beer from the fridge and brought it over to dad. He looked up at me and pointing at the chair slid the plate with the other burger over in front of it.

"Here, have a burger, I'm full."

"Yeah sure, thanks dad." 

When he was on the edge like this it was usually better to just go along with him. I began to slide the chair out when Mom came down the stairs and into the kitchen. Keeping her face averted from dad, she walked over to me.

"Hey honey!" she exclaimed throwing her arms around my shoulders. 

Mom had her hair up and as my face was buried in her neck, I caught the scent of her raspberry body spray. That was my favorite on her and I had to resist the urge to brush my lips across the soft inviting skin of her neck. Apparently Mom had no such inhibitions. I gasped as I felt her lips on the skin of my neck just below my ear. Before she pulled back, I felt the tip of her soft wet tongue flick out across my earlobe. Mom had her back to dad and her head buried on my shoulder so I know he couldn't see it, but still what was she thinking?

"Well, well, look at you." Dad said from the table. "Could you get that robe any fucking shorter?"

"That's why I was going to go change." Mom said softly, turning to face him. "I didn't know Paul was here."

"Didn't know I was either did you?" he gave her a nasty smile.

Looking back over her shoulder, Mom whispered, "Sit down honey."

Turning back to face dad, she said, "No, John you said you were leaving at five."

"I lied." He gestured at her. "I bet your son and your husband wasn't who you were wearing that slutty robe for though were we?"

"Whatever John." Mom rolled her eyes as she walked around him to the other side of the table.

"Don't whatever me," he snapped, "I bet you're not even wearing underwear are you fucking pig?"

"Dad calm down." I said, trying to stay calm myself. "She was expecting to be alone."

"Yeah, sure she was." 

Mom had pulled the chair out and was going to sit, when reaching out; dad grabbed the edge of her robe and lifted the back of it up.

"Hey!" Mom exclaimed, starting to pull away from him.

"What the fuck is that, you fucking slut?" Dad demanded.

As he yelled, he pulled his hand back and slapped Mom hard on the ass. Mom yelped, in pain and tried to pull away again, but grabbing her other arm, dad held her and hit her ass twice more in rapid succession.

"Knock it off!" I yelled, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards me.

Dad let mom go and spun in his chair so quickly I lost my grip on his arm. His hand came up, and I flinched back, expecting to get hit and was already getting ready to swing back. Instead of hitting me, Dad pointed his finger into my chest and hissed,

"You don't ever put your hands on me, understand you little shit?"

Before I could respond, Mom caught my eye and shook her head at me. I could see her eyes had filled up and I knew the tears were more of humiliation than pain. I shifted my gaze over to dad and after staring into his glassy eyes, simply nodded. Looking back at Mom, he asked, 

"So what the fuck you call that?"

"Underwear." She said softly.

Dad shook his head and looked at me.

"You know what she's wearing? One of those stringy things all the little sluts wear." He grunted. "You fucking some young kid now Sheri? Is that what he likes?"

"I'm not fucking anyone." Mom answered as she slid the chair out and sat down across from me. 

When she did, I noticed her wince and wanted to haul off and whack my father. 

"Yeah right." He laughed as he picked his beer up. "I think I'm the only one you're not fucking. So go ahead Sheri, why you wearing that thing?"

Mom shrugged.

"I just got out of the shower and it came with the robe, so I just put it on."

"Oh? New robe?" Dad banged his bottle down hard on the table. "I'm paying for you to look hot for your boyfriends now?"

"There's no one John." Mom said calmly.

"You never wear shit like that for me."

"Because, you never want to be with me." She shrugged. "All you do is call me names."

"That's because I don't want to be fucking the whole neighborhood." He snorted. "Who the hell knows what those losers have."

Mom didn't respond and I managed to keep my mouth shut. This was the old familiar pattern. If we stayed quiet when he was drunk, he would sort of drift off into his own little world and forget about us. Dad sighed and picking up his beer began to slowly sip it. In between swallows, I heard him mutter, "fucking whore. Catch her one of these days."

After a couple of minutes that stopped and he simply sat there looking down at the bottle in his hands. Sensing movement, I looked up, to see Mom had reached up and was removing the clip from her hair. When she saw me looking, she gave me a sexy little smile and made a show of shaking her long hair out. I lost interest in dad and watched as my mother's long honey blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders and back. She ran her fingers up through it, taking it back up and fanning it out, before letting it fall again. The light shade of her hair looked good against the black of the robe, and unable to help it I started imagining how good it looked when it was across my stomach and thighs.

I was starting to sweat and tried to focus on worrying about what my father was going to do next. Still, I couldn't help thinking about sliding her hair away from her bare back and kissing her between her shoulders and then working my way down. Seeing me staring, Mom gave me a wink and to my surprise, seductively licked her lips. My cock twitched, but at the same time I turned away from her to make sure dad wasn't looking. Mom had never been this forward. Not that dad would suspect anything, but the last thing she needed to do was fuel his fire. 

I saw I had no worries. Dad was now peeling the label off the beer bottle, concentrating on trying to do it without tearing it. He was humming tunelessly which was a sign he was calming down. If nothing else set him off the next stage was him dozing off. Odds were he would be sleeping the entire time his partner was driving. My thoughts jerked back to the present and I jumped as I felt something press against my crotch. I looked down to see Mom's foot planted between my legs. 

I knew I should push her foot down and close my legs, but I couldn't. Instead I watched as Mom's bare foot started to slide up and down my crotch. I started to breathe through my mouth as my cock swelled in my jeans. My hips jumped as Mom started curling her bright red toes along the length of my shaft. I swallowed hard as her foot began to move faster. Darting my eyes to the side and making sure dad was still in a fog, I reached down and lightly ran my fingers across the soft skin of the top of her foot.  

Mom started pushing her foot harder into my now fully erect cock and I started caressing her foot as she slid it back and forth. I was beginning to breathe heavier as I imagined those soft bare feet up on my shoulders or across my back as he legs wrapped around me. Mom started moving her foot faster and I had to bite back a moan. I looked up to see her smile at me before pushing her foot hard into my cock. Giving me that cute little smile that drove me crazy, she mouthed the words "For me?" I nodded and she sent a thrill through me as she slid her foot down the length of my hard on and shaped the words, "All mine."

Mom's toes curled around the head of my cock and squeezed. I jerked in my chair as I felt my precum squirt out into my underwear. 

"What the hell's wrong with you?" dad asked.

"Umm," I shrugged. "I don't know."

I grabbed mom's ankle and tried to shove it down, but she was pressing it against me. What the hell? Did she want to get caught?

"You look funny." Dad said staring at me. "What's the matter?"

Well, you see, Mom's trying to give me a foot job under the table and....

"Just umm, warm." I replied as I pushed Mom's ankle harder.

"What the hell are you doing in your lap?" Dad asked, "Making sure it's there?"

"No, I..."

Dad leaned over quickly, looking under the table. As soon as he had begun to move Mom dropped her foot to the floor and left her leg stretched out under the table. Dad looked at my lap for a moment and I wondered if he could see I was hard. I saw him frown and sitting back up, I saw he had gotten that pissed off look on his face again.

"Sheri!" he snapped, looking over at her.

Mom jumped and for the first time tonight looked nervous.

"Go upstairs and change into something fucking decent will you?" He pointed towards the stairs.

"What?" she asked.

"You fucking heard me! Christ I look under the table and your robes so fucking high I can your ass."

"Well I wasn't expecting...."

"I know what you were expecting! You were figuring on coming down here and waiting for your latest boyfriend." He was starting to yell and Mom put her hands up,

"Calm down John, please.

"Please?" he snorted, "Is that what you do with him? Beg him to fuck your used up pussy?"

"Dad!" I snapped. "Stop talking like..."

I was stopped short, by the back of his hand catching my cheek. He had only flicked his wrist, and it didn't hurt much, but stunned me into silence. How the hell could he be so drunk and be that quick?

"Don't you hit him!" Mom shouted at him.

"Then he should watch his mouth." Dad pointed at me causing me to flinch. "Besides, he's why you need to get your ass upstairs. He's your fucking son and you're down here with your fucking ass hanging out."

"I..." Mom paused to take a breath and keep her voice calm. "When I saw Paul I was going to go back and change and you told me to come down here."

"Because I wanted to see what you were wearing, but seeing your little boys here, I guess lover boy will have to wait now won't he?"

"For the last time John, there's no one there's never...."

"Just shut up and go put some clothes on!" Dad shouted causing up both to jump. "Christ, you haven't changed have you? Used to parade around his friends like that all the time." He waved at her disgustedly, "Christ, the kids got a cute little girlfriend; he doesn't need to see your nasty ass to see what he's got to look forward too."

Mom stared at him and although she looked away quickly I could see the hurt in her eyes. 

"Don't be a jerk, Dad," I said softly. "Mom's beautiful and you know it."

"Aww," Dad grinned and reaching out, pinched my cheek, "Isn't that cute, saying your Mom's pretty, you always were a mama's boy." He sighed. "How'd I raise such a pansy?"

"Well?" he looked back at Mom, "Get your slutty ass upstairs."

Mom turned and quickly headed for the stairs. As she began to walk up them dad called out, "Pull the robe down, kid don't wanna see his mother's ass."

Well actually I thought, but stopped when Mom turned to look over her shoulder at me. She looked as if she were ready to cry as she said softly, "I'll be upstairs if you need me Paul."

She turned away and it was all I could do not to get up and follow her, but I didn't want to wind the asshole up again. Instead I looked at Dad, who was now sitting back with a big smile on his face. I felt a wave of disgust flow through me. He loved it when he made mom cry, always had. 

"Why do you talk to her like that?" I asked. "She doesn't deserve that."

Dad turned to look at me and I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw he was now in a good mood.

"Not about that Paul. It's about keeping her in line. Can't have her thinking she's worth anything."

"That's the most ignorant thing I've ever heard." I told him. "Mom..."

"Paul," Dad said putting his hand on my shoulder in an almost fatherly manner. "Let me tell you something, women need to be treated that way."

"No..." I stopped as he squeezed my shoulder.

"Not only that, but they want it! They won't say it, but they love it when their man puts them in her place. Hell your mom's probably up there all hot and bothered now."

"You're nuts! " I told him holding back some other choice words.

"See that's what guys your age need to learn." He shook his head, "Your generation only thinks with your dicks." Removing his hand from me he sat back and continued,

"Look at Julie. I bet all she's gotta do is show you those little titties of hers and you'll do anything she wants. Not only that, she does what she wants. If you don't like it, a blow job gets her off the hook."

"Yeah okay Dad."

"Really Paul, I'm trying to tell you something. Next time instead of just whipping your cock out and letting her have her way, you give a nice little rap in the mouth." He nodded as if he'd said something brilliant. "Shit, she'll not only fall into place, but she'll thank you. Women want that, I'm telling you."

"Of course," he sighed. "Maybe I didn't do it enough and that's why your mother is fucking around on me."

"Please dad," I told him. "Mom is not screwing around on you. You've..."

"Yes she is." He said quietly. "Maybe before she wasn't, but she is now. I know it. I heard her on the phone with him the other day."

"You did?" 

"Yup." He nodded. "Heard her telling him how bad she wanted him. How much she missed him inside of her."

Dad was speaking softly and I swore it looked as if he was upset. 

"She said she didn't think she could wait until I went on the road, started talking about a hotel."

I felt a wave of panic come over me. That had been me Mom had been talking too. She had told me she needed me more than ever and....

"Then she started talking dirty, saying how she couldn't wait to have him in her mouth."

"Well maybe..." I began, but he kept going.

"So she hangs up and I go in and grab her phone, figure I'll get the fuckers number."

Oh shit! I thought what the...

"But she's pretty smart. She must have deleted his number, cause I look and the last call was to you." He shrugged. "Classy huh? From her son to her boyfriend."

I jumped at the sound of Dad's cell ringing. Removing it from his pocket, he answered, "Yeah? All right, I'll be out."

Standing he looked down at me.

"Well I gotta get going. I'll be back Sunday."

"Okay." I nodded. "Have a good trip."

"Yeah." He clapped me on the shoulder and left his hand there. "Think about what I said Paul. You put them in their place good once you'll be all set."

I simply nodded and he started to turn away then stopped and looked back at me.

"Hey, you staying awhile?"

"I guess, why?" I asked.

"Do me a favor and stick around tonight and maybe come by over the next few days."

"Why?"

"Because I want you to keep an eye on your mother." He gave me an attempt at a smile. "You do that for me?"

"Yeah sure."

"Good." He nodded. "This way I know she won't be fucking around on me."




Mama's Boy



Working hard not to smile I asked, "Hey dad, Julie and I are.... Taking some time off, how about I stay the weekend?"

"Hey, that would be great!" he slapped my arm again. "Hey there's hope for you yet."

"Thanks." I said smiling at him.

"Okay," he said walking away and speaking over his shoulder, "You make sure you don't let her out of your sight."

"Oh, don't worry; I'll be right on top of her." I told him.

*****

I watched out the window as dad got into the passenger side of truck and it pulled away. Now that he was out of the house, that feeling of excitement I had run up the steps with was coming back. I forced myself to stand in front of the window for a few minutes and watch the hill over the house across the street. The on ramps to 95 north and south were there and I would be able to see the truck get on the highway.

After dads telling me he was sure Mom was fooling around on him, I wanted to make sure he wasn't going to come right back. While I watched, I felt a wave of memories; Mom and I waiting at the window when I was little. Dad would always blow the horn of the truck when he got on the highway as his way of saying goodbye to me and I would wave as if he could see me. Back then I would be sad when he left. Flash forward a few years and I was glad to see him go. I took a deep breath and buried that old pain. 

Instead, I smiled at the thought that I was going to spend the next four days in the loving arms of the most beautiful woman I knew. I thought back to the image of her letting her hair down and her bare foot in my lap. My cock began to stir as I envisioned her coming down the stairs ready to playfully flash me her amazing tits. Oh, yes four days of sex that others would think sick, but I knew was best it could ever be. There was no way Julie or any other woman could love me the way my mother did. Our taboo trysts were the best of both worlds, a mother's love combined with the lust of an insatiable older woman. 

I let out a long breath when I saw the bright yellow truck climb the hill and take north. I turned and watched it for as far as I could before turning from the window. I quickly went back into the kitchen and took the stairs two at a time. It occurred to me Mom might still be upset and would just want to lay together for awhile. That would be fine, I loved nothing more than to hold her in my arms, loving her the way she deserved. Then after that I would give her something else she deserved, a good hard fuck, the kind my limp dicked father hadn't given her in years. After that we would go nice and slow, tease and love and play for hours. Goddamn, four fucking days of this!

I saw the door to Mom's bedroom was closed most of the way and when I opened it, I smiled. The shades were pulled down and there were several candles lit. I closed the door behind me and saw the door to the bathroom was shut. I began to walk over to it, concerned mom was in there crying. As I passed the bed, I felt my already semi-hard cock continue to grow. The sheets were drawn down and they were black, I loved how Mom's fair skin looked on them, never mind her hair. I remembered the first time we had sex in that bed. I'd felt weird because of my father, but Mom said I was the only man that took her there; my father hadn't touched her in years. 

I jumped at the sound of Mom's voice.

"Hey, honey, you looking for someone?"

I turned to see her leaning against the wall next to the closet. She was still wearing the short robe, but it was closed tightly. Good thing Dad hadn't decided to come up and see if she changed. On that note, it occurred to me that Mom had taken a chance with the candles. She was awfully bold tonight.

"Mom, are you okay?" I asked, starting towards her.

"Stop." Mom said.

I immediately froze where I was and she smiled.

"You always did listen so well."

"Mom, I'm sorry about Dad. I..."

"Paul?"

"What is it, Mom?" 

"Your father is gone. I'm fine and I don't want to talk about him, okay?"

"Okay."

"What I want is to enjoy the company of my very handsome son."

I smiled and started for her again, when she put her finger up.

"I said stay there." She said firmly. "Stay right in front of that bed."

I took a step back and could feel my heart beginning to beat faster. Mom was always meek around dad, but always took charge when we were together and I loved it. She stayed where she was, leaning against the wall, a slight smile on her face. 

"Take your clothes off." She said softly. 

"You sure you don't want to talk...." I began, still concerned about her, after all we had all weekend to play.

"I said I'm fine." She said, "Now listen to your mother and take your damn clothes off!"

That tone sent a quiver through my now hard cock and putting my head down, I whispered, "Yes ma'am."

I quickly stripped my t-shirt off and after removing my shoes and socks, unzipped my jeans. I started to pull them down, then stopped and smiled at her.

"Do you want to?"

"I want you naked Paul. I'm not Julie, you don't have to guess, I'll tell you exactly what I want."

I shoved my jeans down and stepped out of them.

"Oh, honey." Mom whispered, "Look at that."

I looked down to see that in addition to the huge bulge my throbbing cock had made in my underwear, there was a large wet stain where the tip of my cock was dripping. I looked back up and felt my cock twitch at the look of pure lust on her face. Mom's big blue eyes were wide and she made a show of slowly licking her lips. 

"Go ahead, baby, show your mother how hard you are for her."

I pulled my underwear down allowing my hard cock to spring free and kicked them to the side. Mom let out a breath, her eyes locked onto my cock. I smiled at the fact I was naked and hard in front of my mother, and she was looking at me with naked desire on her face.

"That's all for me?" Mom asked walking slowly towards me. 

"All of it," I told her, "And all of me." 

"Aren't you sweet." Mom smiled, her eyes were still lingering on my cock. "But you have to save some for your little girlfriend don't you?"

"Julie left me." I whispered.

Mom looked away from my cock and asked, "Really?"

"She didn't want me to stay with you." 

"Well you didn't have to," she started, but I waved her off.

"Are you kidding?" I asked. "There's no way I'd ever take another girl over you," I smiled, "You're my favorite girl remember?"

"Oooh, I like that," Mom cooed. "And since you did choose me, I guess I'm going to have to give you a treat aren't I?" 

Knowing exactly what she meant, all thoughts of Julie left my mind and my cock felt so thick it was beginning to hurt. 

"Sit down Paul."

I did as she said, and swallowed hard as I watched Mom slowly walk over to me. 

"That's right honey," she began, stopping a couple of feet in front of me and untying the robe, "You sit back and let your mother take good care of you."

Mom undid the robe and turning around slid it off her shoulders. I watched it drop to the floor and found myself confronted with the site Mom's ass, in just a thin black thong. I wouldn't say she was chubby, but my mother did have some curves and her ass was pleasantly round, yet still firm. Looking over her shoulder at me, she gave it a playful shake. I reached out to grab it, but she laughed and stepped away from me. I laughed too; glad to see she was in a playful mood. The smile left my face, when Mom quickly turned around to face me. 

"Oh, Mom." I said softly as I took in her large creamy tits with their pink nipples. Those nipples looked as hard as my cock felt, and were pointing straight at me. I licked my lips in anticipation of having them in my mouth and let my eyes drift down to her soft stomach and the flair of her hips. The thong was so thin in the front I could see the pink skin of her pussy, along the edge of the sides. Shaking my head slowly I whispered, "Damn, you're beautiful."

Mom, smiled and said softly, "You make me feel that way, honey I love the way you look at me."

"I love to look at you," I told her.

"Yeah?" Mom asked, and cupping her tits, held them up for me. "Not bad for an old lady?"

"Not bad for any lady, and you're not old."

"Old enough to....," she winked, "Be your mother!"

I laughed and then stopped as letting her tits go, she gathered her long blond hair and raising her arms over her head took it up and struck a seductive pose for me. Goddamn she was sexy!

"But, you like baby?"

"Oh, yes." I breathed as she slowly turned around, giving me another glimpse at her perfect ass. 

Mom turned back around to face me and stepping up, wrapped her arm around my shoulders. I immediately went for her tit, but Mom caught my chin and titled my head up. 

"What, no kiss hello?"

Without waiting for an answer, she pressed her lips to mine and I groaned as she teasingly slid them back and forth. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer to me. Mom sighed as she was drawn into my embrace and began to kiss me more firmly. I felt her relax into me and started running my right hand up and down the smooth skin of her back while her soft full lips worked against mine. I moaned when I felt her tongue dart out and parted my lips, allowing it access to my mouth. 

Our tongues caressed each other as she slipped her other arm around my shoulders. I could feel her nipples pressing into my chest and my hard cock was trapped against her thigh as she stood between my legs. I moved my hands down past her hips and grabbing her ass, gave it a hard squeeze. Mom cooed delightedly as I began to fondle the cheeks of her ass, and dropping her hand, grabbed my cock. I moaned into her mouth as she gave it a squeeze and I felt the precum squirt from it. Mom started to slowly pump it and I whimpered into our kiss as she slid her thumb across the sensitive head.

"I like that little noise baby." Mom whispered, as she removed her lips from mine. "I love when you whimper for me."

"I..." I trailed off into another moan as Mom leaned in and started kissing my neck while she began to stroke my cock faster.

I continued to rub her ass, as she ran her lips across my neck and playfully nibbled at my ear. Mom again squeezed the head of my cock and my hips twitched as she ran her hand across the head. She started stroking harder and I could feel her hand was now slick with my cum. Sliding my hands around, I ran them up her soft stomach and grabbed the bottom of her tits, trying to find her nipples.

"You want these, honey?"

Mom leaned back enough so I could cup them in my hands and I let out a breath as I lifted her heavy tits. Holding them in the palms of my hands, I started rubbing my thumbs across her nipples.

"Oh, yes." She whispered, closing her eyes.

Bending my head, I eagerly sucked her right nipple into my mouth while rolling the other between my finger tips. Mom started rocking back and forth, gently pushing her nipple deeper into my more than willing mouth. She had slowed her stroking of my cock and my own hips stared to move, trying to urge her to go faster. Mom put her hand on the back of my head and I sighed contentedly around her nipple as she started running her long nails through my hair. I turned my head, switching up on her nipples and Mom showed her appreciation, by sliding her hand down the length of my shaft and letting my cock go, began to massage my balls. Mom lifted her right leg and bending it, placed her knee on mine.

I knew what she wanted and was more than happy to give it to her. I let the tit I was sucking on go and running my fingers lightly down her stomach, slid my hand between her legs. I rubbing her pussy through the thong and released a moan around her nipple as I could feel how hot and wet she was even through the material. Mom moaned softly, and lifted her other leg, placing it on mine so that she was now kneeling on me with her legs wide open. My fingers trembling with excitement, I slipped them into her thong and rolled my eyes in pleasure at the feeling of her hot wet flesh.

"Yes, honey." Mom groaned in my ear, "That's tight you....Oh!"

Mom gasped as I pushed two fingers up into her pussy and started to slowly pump them. I was breathing hard against her nipple as she clenched her warm and very tight pussy around my thrusting fingers. I slipped my fingers out and slid them through her soft wet lips and Mom, jerked against my hand, when the tips of my fingers found her swollen clit. 

"Oh, right there!" Mom purred as I began rubbing my fingers in slow circles around her hard button.

I slid my fingers back and into her quivering flesh, and working it into the thong, pressed my thumb against her clit. Mom started rocking her hips into my hand as slowly rubbed her sensitive flesh while pumping my fingers. Mom let go of my cock, and leaning forward wrapped her arms around my shoulders, as I started moving my fingers faster. I groaned in disappointment when she did, but bending her head to my ear, Mom whispered, 

"Don't worry baby, your mother's going to take good care of you." She emitted a low moan that caused my cock to twitch as I drove my fingers harder into her. "Hmmm, oh look at you taking such good care of me, you always were such a good boy."

Mom punctuated that last sentence by slipping her tongue into my ear, and I my cock jumped in anticipation of that tongue caressing it. I switched nipples again and this time started sucking harder. I squeezed her other nipple harder between my fingers and began rubbing her clit in faster circles. We had plenty of time to go slow later and I wanted to get her off nice and hard the first time. Sensing my thoughts, Mom said softly, 

"That's right honey, nice and quick." She gasped and her hips jerked as I pressed harder on her clit. "Oh, baby, I haven't come from anything but my fingers since the last time you stayed," she paused then purred into my ear, "Be a good boy and make your mother cum for you!"

I began plunging my fingers hard and fast into her, harder than I would dare go with Julie, but unlike Julie, Mom was a real woman and loved a firm touch. Mom rested her head on my shoulder and started moaning loudly as I opened my mouth and took her nipple as deep as I could into my mouth, while my thumb danced rapidly across her clit. Her moans began to get higher pitched and Mom started using her legs to bounce up and down, driving my fingers deeper inside of her sopping wet pussy. I squeezed her nipple harder bit down slightly on her nipple, and Mom cried out loudly in my ear,

"Oh yes! Right there honey! Don't stop, please don't.....Oh!"

Mom's hips jerked and she released a loud squeal in my ear that sent a thrill though me and a shiver through my throbbing cock. I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers and she began to buck wildly on my lap, as I kept my thumb moving on her clit. Mom was emitting a series of sharp yelps each time my finger slammed into her and I could feel her pussy getting wetter as her juices began gushing around my plunging fingers. I winced as Mom's fingernails dug into my shoulders, but quickly forgot about the pain when she wailed in my ear and I felt her pussy convulse around my fingers. 

Mom's hips jerked hard into my fingers a couple of more times, then with a satisfied sigh, the brought a smile to my face she cooed, "Oh honey, that felt soooo good. You always know just how to cheer me up don't you?"

Releasing her nipple from my mouth, I turned my head and after kissing her neck said softly, "I love you Mom."

It seemed strange saying it like that while we were playing dirty, but apparently it was what Mom wanted to hear. She hugged me even tighter.

"Oh honey, I love you so much!" She sighed and added. "And need you so much."

"I'll always be here." I told her.

"Hmmm," she cooed in my ear, "Speaking of needing something, I bet you need a little of your mother's attention don't you?"

"Oh, yes."

Mom sat back on my knees and looking down at my swollen cock smiled, "Yeah honey, you want your mother to take care of that nice big dick of yours?"

Hearing her talk like that drove me wild and I whispered, "Please Mom?"

"Please what honey?" she asked.

She was giving me that sexy smile and I knew she loved hearing me say it as much as I loved hearing her.

"Please suck my cock, mom, please don't tease me."

"Okay," she laughed, "I just wanted to make sure you remembered the manners I taught you."

Mom slipped off of my legs and as I watched, heart pounding, she dropped to her knees between my legs. Grabbing my cock, she gave the tip a kiss, then looked up at me and opened her mouth. My precum was on her lips and I groaned at the sight of it smeared on her lips. Mom gave my cock a hard squeeze that caused a spurt of sticky fluid to erupt from my cock and bending her head, Mom started swirling her tongue around it.

"Oh, damn," I breathed as I took in the sigh of my beautiful mother's pink tongue lapping up my dripping cock. 

Mom took my cock and began rubbing the still oozing head all over her huge tits. I moaned as my slick cock rubbed across her firm tits, causing them to glisten. Letting my cock go, Mom grabbed her tits and pressing them around my cock started to rock up and down. 

"Oh yes." I moaned as I watched my cock slide between her large creamy tits. 

Mom stopped moving and said, "Go ahead baby, fuck them, fuck your mother's tits."

I smiled, knowing she was talking like that for my benefit and loving every minute of it. I started thrusting my hips up off the bed and watched my throbbing dick push its way through mom's tits. I moaned at how soft they were, then gasped as she flicked her tongue out and caught the tip as it poked up at her. Mom bent her head further and parted her lips. Now when I thrust my cock through her tits, the head was sliding into her warm mouth. I moaned and stared pumping faster and trying desperately to push more of my cock into the forbidden mouth of my own mother. 

There was no doubt in my mind that the fact she was my mother made everything we did even hotter. The first couple of time we were together I had felt weird, like I'd done something wrong. But after I'd had sex with mom, I quickly realized no other girl, including Julie was anywhere near the lover my mother was. Now anytime the thought that we were committing a forbidden act entered my mind, it just made me harder. I quickened my thrusts and smiled as Mom was now pushing her head down further to take more of me into her mouth.

Mom released her tits and as they dropped away from my cock, grabbed it and started pumping it hard and fast. I had been pretty worked up and my hips continued to thrust into her hand, God, I needed to cum! Mom was staring at my cock with that look of lust that I loved and after slowing down her stroking, began lightly running her tongue along the length of my shaft. I shuddered when she worked her way back up and paused over the head. Instead of sucking it, she kissed it and slid her tongue down the other side of my shaft.

"Oh, Please Mom." I whispered, my hips twitching.

"I know, you want it baby," She said softly as she rubbed my aching cock along the side of her face, "But I just want to enjoy it first."

Mom then opened her mouth and I moaned as she took me more than half way down and gave me several long hard sucks. She then removed it from her mouth and started licking around the head again.

"Mom please!" I begged,

"Don't whine dear." She shook her head, "You know how I hate that, and" she squeezed my cock for emphasis. "Don't argue with your mother."

"Sorry Mom," I breathed, "I just....Oh shit!"

I cried out as Mom ducked her head and started swirling her tongue around my balls. I rolled my eyes in pleasure as she started slowly jerking my cock while now sucking my balls into her mouth. Mom ran her tongue across my balls several more times before sliding it up the length of my shaft. She stopped with her mouth poised over my cock and smiled at me. I started to say please, then stopped and just smiled back at her.




Mama's Boy



"Good boy." She whispered, then with no further hesitation took my cock all the way down until I felt her lips wrap around the base of my shaft. 

"Oh yes!" I groaned as holding my entire cock in her mouth and throat, Mom started slowly shaking her head back and forth.

"Hmmm" Mom moaned around my hard flesh as he eyes rolled back. 

My own eyes felt like rolling at the sight of how much she enjoyed having her son in her mouth. Mom wrapped her lips tightly around me and started to slowly bob her head. I could feel her soft tongue pressed against my shaft as she worked her soft lips up and down the length on my cock. Mom began following her mouth with her hand, jerking me off as she blew me and I could already feel my legs beginning to tremble. Mom's long blonde hair fell across her face and reaching down I gently brushed it away from her face so I could watch her.

Mom grabbed my hand and placed it on her head. Taking my cue, I gathered her hair and held it while she continued to slowly suck my cock. I dropped my other hand between us and she moaned around me as I found her hard nipple with my fingers. Mom opened her eyes and started straight into mine as she picked up speed, sucking me faster and taking me deeper each time. I sat there. My wide eyes transfixed by the sight of my gorgeous mother blowing me. At this point we'd been having our taboo trysts for almost three years, but the sight of my mother giving me a blow job never failed to drive me crazy. 

Mom started using her other hand to gently massage my balls and I began to push on the back of her head, not hard, but enough to guide her to begin to go faster. I sighed softly as she was moving at a perfect pace and was now using just her fingernails on my balls. Mom knew me better than any other girl ever had. I certainly knew her better than my father had ever tried to and we both always knew just how to touch each other. I could see Mom's ass swaying back and forth and knew sucking me was working her back up. 

I licked my lips knowing that I was going to be licking hers soon. My hips were beginning to move faster and I was breathing hard. My legs were starting to shake and I now found myself trying to hold back, to enjoy as much of my mother's mouth as I could. I whimpered when mom removed my cock and looking at me whispered, "Just give it to me baby, I'm going to be tasting you all weekend."

"Oh, that sounds so good." I told her.

"Taste's better," she winked then said softly, "Now be a good boy and give your mother every drop."

Any response I would have tried to come out with was swallowed up as Mom swallowed my cock right down to my balls. She paused briefly then started sucking me hard and fast. I moaned loudly as she was sucking so hard she was making slurping noises and her and was again busy on my balls. Mom was moaning each time she took me down and despite my best efforts, I could feel the cum beginning to race through my balls and up my shaft. 

Mom took me deep once more and this time gave my balls a squeeze.

"Oh fuck!" I yelled as my cock erupted into my mother's mouth.

"Mmm-hmm!" Mom groaned around my spurting cock as she continued to suck it.

I moaned and my hips jerked as Mom's talented mouth and coaxed every drop of cum from me. I could my cock beginning to slow its spurting, and then gasped as mom began to suck harder. I whimpered as I felt her mouth pull a few more drops from my now fully drained cock and fell back onto the bed panting. My hips jerked and I cried out as Mom continued to swirl her cum soaked tongue around the sensitive head of my cock. 

"Stop!" I groaned, pushing on her head, "Please stop."

Mom removed my cock from her mouth and rolled her eyes, "Stop, don't stop." She gave an exaggerated sigh. "Kids these days just can't make up their minds."

She then sighed and made a show of licking her lips. "Damn that was a lot! You need that baby?"

"I need you Mom." I said as I sat up.

Mom smiled and standing leaned over and again gave me a huge hug. There seemed to be a hint of urgency in the hug, as if she were upset, or was afraid of something. I was going to say something, but letting me go, Mom smiled and getting onto the bed crawled past me and rolling over onto her back, spread her legs open.

"See anything you want?" she asked as she pulled the thing to the side. 

"Damn." I said simply as I stared at her bald pink pussy. 

Mom spread her lips open and I could see her swollen clit peeking out at me. Whatever was going on, we had plenty of time to talk later. Turning around on the bed, I started to crawl up between her legs when she stopped me by putting her foot on my shoulder. 

"Hold on." She said.

Mom then lifted her hips off the bed and working the thing over them raised her legs up and slid the thing up to her knees. Bending her leg she playfully kicked it off, and then slowly let her legs fall open, presenting me with her now completely bare pussy. I knelt there and took a moment to take in my mother's fully naked body. Mom saw me looking and with a sexy smile made a show of putting her arms over her head and stretching. My eyes locked on her huge tits pushing out at me and I let my gaze wander along the soft curves of her lush inviting body. 

Crawling between her legs I leaned over her, bracing my hands over her shoulders and leaning down, kissed her. Mom wrapped her arms around me and we shared a long passionate kiss. Removing my lips from hers, I slid down, trailing my tongue down her chest until my head was between her tits. As Mom lied back and sighed happily, I began sucking on her nipples, caressing each one with my lips and tongue before going to the next. I could feel the heat of her pussy against my thigh and leaving her tits trailed my lips down across her stomach. I playfully traced my tongue around her navel and Mom giggled like a teen ager.

As always any sound of happiness from her made me smile and I eased myself down until I was propped up on my forearms with her amazing pussy inches from my face. I turned my head and kissed the creamy inside of her thighs and could feel her trembling beneath my lips. I worked my mouth higher until I was now licking the crease between her thigh and her pussy. Mom's hips were rocking in anticipation and I paused to take a deep breath, inhaling the intoxicating scent of my mother's pussy. 

"Now who's teasing?" she asked. 

I turned to her pussy and after placing a soft kiss just over it, gently spread her lips with my fingers and blew on her clit. Mom moaned and deciding I was now teasing myself as much as her, I lowered my head and shoved my tongue inside of her sopping wet pussy. Mom released a loud groan as I swirled my tongue around inside of her, while rubbing my finger across her hard clit. I sucked hard, causing her to gasp and a sound of pleasure to come from me as I got a mouthful of my mother's forbidden nectar. 

Removing my tongue, I started to slowly swirl it around, slowly making my way up through the soft wet folds of her pussy. Mom released a soft sigh as I worked my way back down before sliding back up and gently flicking my tongue across her clit. Her hips jumped again, and after tracing a teasing circle around it, I sucked her swollen clit into my mouth. As I began to slowly suck on it, I slipped two fingers into her pussy and began pumping them in time with my sucking. 

"Oh honey, you know just how I like it don't you?"

I didn't answer her; instead I began sucking harder on her clit and winked at her. Mom returned the wink, and bringing her hands up, began paying with her nipples, rolling her swollen pink buds between her long red nails. I watched her play with them as I released her clit from my mouth and started licking it softly. Mom's hips were moving and I noticed her fingers were moving faster around her nipples. I started swirling my tongue faster and pressing it harder against her clit. I started thrusting my fingers faster and harder as well and Mom began moaning softly.

"There you go baby, just like that, lick faster."

I sped my tongue up as well as my fingers and Mom's hips started thrusting up into my face. I could hear her beginning to whimper as he back arched, pushing her clit against my rapidly moving tongue. Her whimpers were sounding desperate and I knew she was right on the edge. Bringing my other hand up, I pressed my finger against her ass and paused. Sometimes Mom was into her ass being played with, but not always. 

"Oh, you bad boy," she groaned, "Oh you do know what I need don't you?" she moaned as I sucked her clit back into my mouth then whispered, "Go ahead honey, right there."

I shoved my finger deep into my mother's tight ass and at the same time sucked her clit into my mouth as hard as I could. Mom threw her head back and let out a long loud squeal as that sent her over the edge.

"Oh hell yeah!" She cried out as wrapping her legs around my head, she pinned my face between her thighs. 

Mom squealed again and started grinding her hips hard into my face. I managed to keep my mouth affixed to her clit and my fingers moving as her hips jerked into me and she smeared her sopping pussy all over my face. Mom was letting out those sexy little yelps and I made her make louder ones as I started to shove my finger harder into her ass. As I did I wondered if I would get the extra special treat of shoving something else up there this weekend. On that note, I became aware of my once again hard cock pressing into the mattress and started sucking her clit even harder, keeping her cumming as long as possible so she would be that much hotter for my cock. 

Mom shoved her pussy into my face and after releasing a long loud moan, slumped back panting on the bed. She dropped her legs from my face and I immediately got on my knees between her legs. Mom looked up, she was sweating, her blonde hair plastered to the sides of her face and her face was flushed. Her eyes focused between her legs and I looked down to see my erect cock pointing directly at her pussy. Mom lifted her legs and placing her feet on my shoulders, said, "Go ahead baby, take what you need."

Not needing to be told twice, I leaned forward and drove my cock deep into my mother's soaking wet pussy.

"Oh, fuck!" Mom cried out as I started slamming the shit out of her. 

Having already cum, I wasn't worried about being quick and just cut loose and gave it to her. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I pulled up, lifting her ass off the bed and causing my cock, to drive even deeper into her.

"That's it baby!" Mom cried out, "Fuck that pussy, it's your pussy baby! No one else gets it!'

My mother's pussy was my pussy! Those words sent a thrill through me and sliding my hands up I grabbed her ankles. Spreading her legs open as far as my arms could reach, I started fucking her even harder. Mom started letting out those hot little yelps and I watched smiling at the sight of her just lying back, her arms by her sides, and her huge tits bouncing. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open, emitting sounds of pleasure as she lied there letting her son fuck her the way she loved it, the way she needed it. I looked down and moaned at the sight of my glistening cock pounding in and out of Mom's pretty pink pussy. 

I was beginning to breathe hard and as much as I loved fucking her this way, the image of that round firm ass was fixed I my mind. 

"Mom," I panted as I slowed down, "Can I..."

"Anything baby," she moaned, "Anything you want, just keep fucking me!"

I removed my cock and holding Mom's ankles pushed her legs over to the side. 

"Bad boy!" Mom laughed, but to my delight, immediately rolled over onto her stomach.

Mom put her head in the pillow and drawing her legs up underneath her pointed her round ass in the air. Unable to help myself, I leaned over, spread her cheeks and plunged my tongue into her ass.

"Oh!" Mom cried, "Oh you're feeling nasty today aren't you?"

I swirled my tongue around her ass a few times, then leaning up, grabbed her hips and drove my cock into her so hard I felt my balls slap against her pussy. 

"Oh, my fucking God!" Mom yelled so loud I began to worry about the neighbors, Dad already though she was....

"Give it to me!" she cried out. "Go ahead, fuck me!"

Never one to disobey my mother, I squeezed her hips hard and started fucking the shit out of her. My cock looked even better slamming in between those curvy cheeks to disappear into her hot little box. Mom was now squealing continuously as I tore into her with everything I had. My eyes wandered over my cock and fixed on her pink rosebud. I slid my hand over and as I fucked her started to rub my thumb across it.

"Tomorrow, baby," Mom panted. "How's that for a treat? You can have my ass tomorrow; right now I just need my son's cock right where it is."

I didn't know what sounded hotter, her saying I could fuck her in the ass, or that she needed her son's cock. One or the other, I was now slamming her so hard our skin was making slapping noises and my cock was making sloppy wet sounds as it slammed into her sopping pussy. Mom threw her hair back and reaching out I grabbed it and pulled as I reared back and started going even faster.

"Yes!" she moaned. "Take me! Go ahead Paul, take your mother! Give me what your sorry excuse for a father can't!"

Mom began slamming her ass back into me and I cried out as I felt myself getting close.

"That's right!" Mom groaned, "Fuck me like he can't, yeah go ahead, fuck your mother," Mom yelped as I slammed her even harder as her talking was driving me wild. "No better than that! Fuck his wife!"

I shook the sweat from my eyes as I continued to fuck her with everything I had, Even in my lust addled state it occurred to me that Mom had never brought dad up when we fooled around. 

"He thinks I'm fucking someone else?" She cried out. "Well he's right; I'm fucking a real man! I'm fucking his son! His son that loves me the way he should have! Isn't that right baby?"

"Oh yeah!" I groaned, barely able to get out the words. 

"Yes you love me don't you honey?"

"Yes!"

"You love your mother in every way! And I'll let you love me in every way, all of me is your Paul, your mother is your girl honey, your...." She paused to yelp then moaned out, "Your whore honey, I'll be your love and your whore, anything you need me to be...oh yes!"

Mom's saying she'd be my whore sent me over the edge. I slammed into her one more time and whipping it out, I began to pump it. Under me, Mom quickly rolled over and grabbing her tits held them up. Leaning over her, I released my cock and with a loud cry, sent a huge spurt of cum splashing across her huge tits. Mom let her tit go and reaching out, grabbed my cock and started pumping it hard. I moaned as she lifted it so the next spurt went into her waiting mouth. Lowering it, Mom continued to pump it, moving it back and forth so that I was hosing both her perfect tits. 

Mom kept going until I whimpered as my spent cock, gave up the last couple of drops. I sat back on my knees gasping and Mom lied back looking up at the ceiling. I marveled at the sight of her cum covered tits heaving as she fought to catch her breath. Leaning over I reached down to the floor and grabbing my t-shirt leaned over and began gently wiping the cum from her tits. When I was finished, I grabbed the bottle of water on the nightstand and passed it to her. Mom took a few sips and after I had done the same, I laid down next to her.

Mom rolled over onto her side and putting her arm across my chest nuzzled her face into my neck. I put my arm around her shoulders and closed my eyes. It wasn't even eight, but I could go to sleep. Mom kissed my neck and I smiled as her lips lingered and her tongue flicked around my ear. Mom started sucking on my neck and her hand began to trail down my stomach. I opened my eyes, was she kidding? Apparently she wasn't as I gasped when she grabbed my semi hard cock and started stroking it.

"Mom," I panted, "I'm tired, I....Oh!"

Mom slid quickly down my chest and immediately took my soft cock in her mouth. I lay there groaning as she sucked it hard and fast and I could feel myself hardening in her mouth.

"Mom I..." I started.

I stopped when releasing my now hard cock from her mouth, mom laid on her back and looking at me whispered, "Make love to me? Please honey?"

My exhaustion forgotten, I rolled over and in one motion slid my arms beneath hers and eased myself into her wet pussy. Mom wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me down into a deep kiss. I began to move slowly within her and she brought her legs up, encircling my waist and drawing me even deeper inside her. 

"That's it Paul," Mom whispered in my ear, "Nice and easy, show me how much you love me."

Mom kissed my neck, then sighed and let her back on the pillow. I looked down at her and felt a surge of emotion as I saw not only how beautiful she was, but the way she was looking back up at me. As much fun as it was to talk dirty and fuck, this was even better. As I leaned down and our lips met, I could feel how much she wanted me, how much she loved me. I could also fell in how her hands were trembling on my back how much she needed me. I'm sure a therapist could have a field day with us, but all I cared about was making the most amazing woman in my life happy.

I started moving a little faster and pushing harder into her and Mom began making soft cooing noises each time my cock pushed deep inside her. I let my weight go on my forearms and buried my face in her neck, kissing her softly and listening to those precious little moans she was releasing. How long we made love, I couldn't tell, we were moving slowly and not speaking, just loving and enjoying. We were pressed so close I could feel her heart beating against my chest our hips were moving in the same slow rhythm. Our bodies were completely in tune with each and we moved the way long time lovers would, both totally at ease and loving every moment of our intimacy. 

I moaned softly as my tired cock began to stiffen further as my third orgasm in a short time started to build up. Mom felt me tense up and started to run her fingernails lightly across my back as I started to pump her harder. 

"That's it Paul," she said in my ear, "Let me feel it, inside honey, deep inside."

I moaned almost as much in relief as pleasure when my cock went off and sent a few weak spurts deep into my mother's pussy. Mom however moaned sensually in my ear as each spurt poured into her and cooed, "Oh honey, you feel soooo good!"

I stopped moving as my cock had nothing left to give and I started to roll over, but mom held me close to her.

"Just stay right here with me." She said softly. 

I remained where I was and I heard mom sigh as my cock began to soften inside of her. She kissed my cheek.

"I love you so much Paul."

"I love you to Mom."

She slid her arms from me and I rolled over onto my side to look at her. Mom rolled over so she was on her elbow facing me and touching my cheek said, "Thank you for staying with me."

"Pleasure's mine." I laughed. "Well both of ours."

Mom gave me a tired smile and reaching out, I moved her sweat soaked hair from her eyes.

"I'd see if you wanted to shower," I began, "But you might want more and lady, you've worn me out."

Mom didn't smile and I again had that feeling something was wrong. 

"Honey," She started, confirming my suspicions "I need to talk to you."

"Everything okay?" I asked.

"That depends on how you take this." She said quietly.

Rolling over on her back, Mom slid up until she was sitting with her back against the headboard. I sat up as well and turned to face. 

"What is it?" I asked, concerned.

Mom reached out and took my hand.

"Paul, I've been keeping a secret from you, well you and your dad too. I usually tell you everything, but I wasn't sure about this and...."




Mama's Boy



"What's the matter?"

"Okay, well you and everyone else want to know why I wouldn't leave your father."

"You're afraid of him." I said simply.

"No, I'm afraid to be alone I guess." She sighed, "He met me when I was young and in the beginning took care of me, now years later I'm afraid to be alone. I need someone to be with."

"You'd have plenty of options." I tried to smile, but the thought of her with another man bothered me.

"There's more Paul," she said "I also have no money, I never worked, and he wouldn't let me. Divorces cost a lot and..." she shrugged.

"And?"

"You know how they have those ads where you work at home and make money?"

"Yeah." I nodded.

"I heard they were scams, but figured why not? I called one and I started working online from the lap top you gave me and I've been making money and saving it the last three months."

"That's good Mom," I told her. "Maybe you can buy some...."

"I have over five thousand dollars in the bank Paul. I've been online day and night."

"Great I...."

"Paul, will you come with me to the lawyer tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?" I asked.

"I'm going to file for a divorce honey." She gave my hand another squeeze. "Will you come with me?"

"Of course." I felt a thrill go through me. "Good for you Mom, but why now? I'm thrilled but..."

"I wasn't going to tomorrow, I was waiting for something and I just got it today."

"What was that?"

Mom hesitated, and then said softly, "Julie left you."

"What does she have to do with...."

"Paul, honey," Mom took a deep breath and asked in a barely audible voice, "Would you like to be with me?"

"Be with you?" I was confused, "You mean stay with you while this gets done?"

"No baby," she swallowed nervously, "I mean, be with me, like...like a couple."

"What?" My eyes widened. "You mean we live together and we...."

I paused as she looked away, a hurt expression on her face. What was she thinking? Granted we had been crossing the line for years now, but it was here and there and..... I stopped as what she was saying really dawned on me. Together, no waiting for Dad to leave. I would be able to be in my mother's bed every night. Fucking and more importantly loving all the time, I could treat her the way she deserved to be, and she would be so good to me. 

"You... you don't want too?" she asked, her eyes filling.

"It's not that, Mom it's...."

"That's why I wanted to be nasty and sweet tonight; I wanted you to see what we can have. I meant what I said Paul, I'll be your sweetheart and your slut honey, whatever you want me to be, but I need you baby, please be with me."

"I.... Mom we could get caught, and where would we live, here?" I shrugged. "No one would think anything, but sooner or later it would look weird, me not having a girl, you not dating I...."

"Paul listen," Mom put her hands up and started speaking excitedly. "I've been planning this."

"You have?"

"I'm going to give your father the house in the divorce; I don't want to be here. You're 21 and on your own we have nothing to fight over. If he denies the divorce the lawyer will force him, he has no money he drinks it all."

"I still don't..."

Mom put her finger to my lips.

"I've been talking to a councilor at a home for women. She helped me find an apartment and it's not expensive. It's big enough for the two of us." She smiled, "People will think you're moving in to help me."

"For a while Mom, then..."

"Paul, you're done with college next semester. We live here six more months then when you graduate, we move."

"To where?"

"Out of state Paul." She smiled, "I'm making money and can work from home anywhere and you're graphic design degree can get a job anywhere."

"Wow." I said trying to consider it all.

"The woman from the shelter said she can help me get out of state, because you're father will probably keep bothering me."

"You're right." I agreed. Dad would go ballistic, I would have to stay with her. 

"Think about it Paul!" She exclaimed, "No one will know us! They'll think we're a couple!" She laughed. "They'll think I'm one of those panthers!"

"Cougar." I corrected her, grinning. "But Mom, you sure, once dad's gone there will be guys your age and....."

I stopped as Mom reached out and touching my cheek, looked me in the eye.

"No one could love me the way you do honey, no one. And no girl will ever love you the way I can."

"I..." I shook my head; it really could work, but....

"Honey, I want to be with you in every way! We've already been doing things lovers do; now I want to do everything couples do!"

"What haven't we done?" I asked, thinking she had even let me have anal sex with her.

"The little things honey!" she smiled. "I want to walk down the street and hold your hand! I want to go out to dinner and kiss you in public; I want to cuddle up with you on the beach!" She gave me that little pout, "I want to be your girl honey, and wouldn't you love that?"

"Yes." I said softly as the image of the two of us sharing a sweet kiss in a park and holding hands in a theatre went through my mind.

"Then why not?" She smiled. 

"I..." I felt a huge smile creep across my face.

Seeing it, Mom laughed and leaning forward kissed me. I kissed her back enthusiastically and she wrapped her arms around me. She hugged me briefly then leaned back and laughed like a little girl, "Honey, I wasted a lot of my life, but from now on this girl is going to enjoy herself!"

"Good for you."

"And good for you too, no?" she sighed. "Unless you'll get tired of me."

"I love you Mom." I said seriously "In every way."

"I hope so." she said quietly, "Because even though we're going to be a couple, I still want to be your Mom sometimes." She shrugged. "If that makes sense."

"Yeah and no," I laughed then put my finger up.

"So anyway Sheri...."

"Whoa." Mom stopped me. "I'm your..."

"We won't get far with me calling you Mom in public." I pointed out. "After all kissing your Mom would be sick no?"

Mom paused, and then burst out laughing, as always it made me smile and the way things were looking I was planning on doing quite a bit of smiling in the future. 

*

Authors note: Well I hope you enjoyed my latest experiment. Now for my regular readers, how about a little game? There is an aspect in this mother/son story different from all my others. There is a plot device here I do not normally use. Can you guess it?A few days after the story is up I'll post a comment saying what it is and mentioning anyone who was right, so show your attention to detail and take your shot. Now as I always point out this is a free site and our only reward for our work here (besides your enjoyment) are votes and comments so if you liked this story (or even if you didn't) please take a minute and let me know. As always, thank you so much for reading! Lovecraft68



Mama's Boy



Thanks to grumpyg for editing my story 

I pulled my dick out of her cunt and scooted up on the bed until I was at her rather voluminous tits. Then I started to titty fuck her. That's what she said she wanted me to do, so I did it. She held her boobs together for me while I stroked away with my cock in the rather deep valley between them. 

Fuck, what did I care? I got off, and that was about all I wanted out of this relationship. If I had to guess I'd say that's all she wanted out of it too, but I never asked her. What difference did it make?

Hell, I didn't even know her name. Just a girl who had followed me home from the bar like a little puppy. I'd played with those melons of hers before we even left the bar, and she'd spent some time rubbing my dick through my pants. So where we ended up wasn't any big surprise to anyone.

I shot my load all over her chin and neck, and watched her smile at me as she used her fingers to gather it up and stick it in her mouth. Wow, a girl that likes the taste of cum! How rare were they? Okay, sarcasm. A dime a dozen if you knew where to look.

I showed her the way out a little while later and then just went and sat on the couch. I flipped the tv on for a little while but there was nothing on worth watching, so I turned it back off. So now what?

My name is Tarl, and I'm a twenty nine year old guy who has never been in a relationship that lasted more than a couple of weeks. I don't know why that is, but I can't find anyone I really want to spend more than a few hours with. I meet plenty of girls, but something just ain't right about every one of them. Or maybe it's me, I don't know.

So I slip my dick into whatever cunt happens to be around when I need one, and then sleep alone. Speaking of which, do you know I've never had a gal stay overnight? Not once. I wake up alone every morning, without fail. Once we get sticky and sweaty together, they leave. No exceptions.

I work from my apartment. I have a job with one of those game companies that you can find on Facebook. What I do is design new levels for bored people who spend all their time trying to get a beeping bouncing ball around whatever obstacles I put in their way. It pays well enough to get me by and I don't have to put up with people around all day. Perfect for me.

The company is based right here in town, but most of us work from home. We have to go in once or twice a week for an hour or two for group meetings, setting out what they want a new level to look like and stuff like that. Now and then they have everyone come in all at once, and we have 'strategic' meetings for the whole company; where we're going, how we're going to get there, new company benefit plans, crap like that. Waste of time, but I'll put up with it as long as the bills get paid.

Why can't I find someone? I ask myself that all the time. The girls I could live with, maybe fall in love with, seem to all be gone. Taken. Married. Or as mythical as a unicorn. They don't exist anymore.

Take someone like my mother. She gave birth to me when she was eighteen, which would make her, what, about forty seven now? She even married the guy who knocked her up. Old fashioned, I know. But she did it. Until he died a few years ago I always thought of my dad as a jerk. He cheated on her right and left. Why she put up with it I'll never know. Or maybe I already do: because of me. She didn't want me to grow up in a single parent home.

She'd do anything for me and I'd do anything for her. Proof of that was this was my last day of living here alone. Dad had left mom with a lot of bills and only the house to pay them off with. She was a waitress at a local bar and didn't bring home enough to pay the bills. So she was selling the house and moving in with me.

I didn't mind it a bit. Actually I was looking forward to it. She was great to be around and I loved her. That the girl who had just left, whatever her name was, might be the last girl I could bring home and fuck didn't bother me all that much. And besides, mom usually worked evenings and nights anyway. So I'd have a few hours to get my rocks off, if I brought them home early enough.

The apartment block I lived in was one of four in the complex. Each had two apartments, all two bedrooms. There was even a swimming pool in the center that all the apartments shared. Not exactly a high class place, but not too bad either. And right now most of the others were empty, except for a couple of old folks who went to bed around eight every night. There were a couple of others but I hardly ever saw them. As far as I was concerned, the pool was all mine. I'd even been skinny dipping in the pool at night and no one even noticed. 

But having mom here would surely change things like that. I'd have to adapt but, like I said, mom was worth it.

She was a real good looking forty seven, that was for sure. Yeah, I had noticed. She'd kept her figure real well. Guys always came on to her at work, taking her for someone a lot younger than she really was. I'd guess 34C boobs, hips getting a bit wider now but still looking sexy. She'd put on a couple of pounds, but still had a small cute ass and flat stomach that the guys went crazy for. Oh, and she was almost exactly my height, five foot seven.

I told you I'd noticed. She was sexy, even I could see that. And had a sassy personality. Oh, yeah, everyone mentioned that. She was perky and peppy and sexy and didn't deserve to be treated like a lot of the guys treated her. They tried that crap here and I'd send them home bleeding and with swollen nuts, I promise you.

I headed off to bed. It was going to be a busy day tomorrow, getting mom moved in. But we'd get it done, the two of us. Most of her stuff she'd already put in storage so it wouldn't be all that bad. And everything was packed up and waiting for me to load up. That's mom, always prepared and ready. She didn't leave much to chance.

***

I always woke up ever day with a song going through my head. Been like that forever. I know, I'm not normal. I had no idea where the songs came from, but there they were, every morning when I first woke up. Moving day it was 'Here Comes the Sun' by the Fab Four.





Mama's Boy



I looked at her. She was looking at the tv, avoiding eye contact, I figured because I was squirming a little.

"You're not old," I told her.

"Okay. Older. Lets put it that way. Old enough to not have all the fun anymore. Past my prime. Lost my zing. Not 'eye candy' anymore."

I couldn't believe that she really thought that way.

"Bull shit! You're not old! And your sexy as hell! God, you give all the guys a hard-on."

If she wanted to talk about this, lets see how far she wanted to take it. I guess I never learn. Last time I tried I was the one turning red in the face. 

"Hard-on's huh? Really? I sure don't feel sexy anymore. If I was, it wouldn't have been four months."

She said that last part with a wink and a smile.

"You're sexy. Trust me."

I almost added that seeing her naked coming out of the bathroom had given me a hard-on, but I stopped myself.

"So you find me sexy?" she asked me.

Oops. She took us there anyway.

"Yes, mom, I find you sexy. Any guy would!"

"Is that why your 'hard-on' won't go away?"

Crap. She'd noticed. Candy may have started it, but mom was keeping it going.

"I guess."

I stood up and started for the hallway.

"I need to shower, then we better find something to eat. How about pizza tonight? That way neither of us has to cook." She was starting to learn I ordered out for pizza a lot. Hell, I can't cook worth a damn. What else would I do?

"Sounds good to me!" she said, watching me walk away. "You better go take care of that thing. Then we'll order."

Damn it! She knew I wanted to shower to jack off. Mama wasn't so dumb. Surprised she'd actually said that, but mama was getting bold these days.

I got in the shower and let the water run over me. Then I soaped up and washed myself. By the time I was done the woody was gone. It took a real mental effort to not think of mom, right when she stepped out into the hallway, but I got it done. Problem solved.

Sure, I could have just taken care of it by hand. But after she'd made mention of me doing it, I couldn't bring myself to actually go through with it. Stupid? Yeah, maybe. But when I stepped out of the shower I felt I had won that round with her.

I ordered pizza, and when it was delivered we ate in the living room, laughing at almost everything we saw. The sexual context and talk was gone.

We stayed up later than we should have, but eventually we headed to our beds. I fell asleep with the picture of the curves of her breasts, so perfectly formed, in my head. And her smile when she'd noticed I seen her. A perfect smile.





Mama's Boy



I had to spread her legs a bit to get to her thighs, and she gave me a bashful look when I did it. I rubbed her legs up and down and let my hand brush her pussy a few times while I was doing it. I noticed my hand was getting wet when it touched her there.

But I wasn't done yet. I scooted all the way up and massaged her temples, her face, her chin and neck. Then, slowly, I worked my way down to her chest. I was teasing her now, allowing my fingers to caress the curves of her breasts, around the bottom, into the valley between them. I came oh-so-close to touching her nipples, but never did. They were standing up now, begging for attention. I left them alone for the moment, instead moving down to her belly.

I gave her perfect, flat belly all the attention it deserved. And it really was flat, very little middle aged spread on this woman. She kept herself in shape but I'd never seen her workout. Either she did it when I wasn't around, which was rare, or she was just naturally this way.

Then it was time for those nipples. But, instead of my hands, I used my tongue. I licked all around them, then across them, sucking on them then licking again. All gently, softly. A couple of times her head tilted back, and she let out a low moan.

Licking and kissing my way down, I ran my tongue across the soft folds under her breasts, then lower, slowly, oh so slowly. I stopped off at her belly button for a bit, not letting it feel left out. Then lower still.

All this time she hadn't touched me at all. I didn't want her to. This was all about her, what she wanted and needed.

As I got lower still her legs parted and I saw, close up, my mothers pussy. Shaved, but I'd already known that. I looked up and smiled at her, and she was smiling back. Then I lowered my head and got to work.

She was wet and ready, but I still took my time. I started on her pussy lips, slow, then fast, then slow again. All around her opening, then a quick flip of my tongue into her love hole a few times. I moved on to her clit, which was standing up every bit as proudly as her nipples were. Around it, fast then slow then fast again. Flicking over it, reading what her body was telling me it needed right then, going with its needs and wants, not mine.

She reached down and grabbed my head with both her hands, pulled me tightly into her pussy. Her hips were making small circular motions, then they started to thrust up into my face. I didn't stop what I was doing through any of it. I reached up around her legs and found I could reach her tits, and I worked them over real well, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. She squirmed all the more under my face.

I brought my hands back down and stuck two fingers in her pussy, stroking them in and out, still licking her clit. Her cunt clamped down on them hard but I didn't stop the strokes. She was making little panting noises now, her face all squished up.

Suddenly she let out a gasp and started to ride my face like it was a horse that needed breaking. Her hips made wild motions and I had some trouble keeping my tongue on its target, her clit. I could barely hear her moans, her legs were so tightly clamped against my ears.

I was a normal guy and I'd done some of this before to other gals. But always just until they were ready and I could fuck them. Never had I taken the time to give any of them an orgasm just with my tongue. But this time that was how I wanted it. I wanted her to get off first at least once before I got anything at all. Well, except for the great feeling I was getting inside just knowing how much she was enjoying my attentions.

When her orgasm was over she pushed my head away from her pussy, and I looked up into the eyes of a woman who was very well satisfied and happy. I couldn't believe it, but her smile was even brighter than normal. I had the thought that I'd never forget the vision, the look on her face right then. I never wanted to forget it, that was for sure! I rolled off and pulled myself up beside her.

But she wasn't done with me yet.

"Get those briefs off, Tarl. I want your cock inside of me now!"

She sat up and quickly took my underwear off, having a little trouble stopping them from hooking on my rock hard cock, and tossed them on the floor. Then she pushed me down onto my back. She lowered her head to my cock and started to suck on it, stroking it up and down. She even sucked on my balls, something no-one else had ever done. God, it felt great! A few minutes of that and she scooted up, tossed her leg over me, and straddled me. I just watched as she guided me inside of her, then it was my time to moan softly.

As she sank down on my cock, taking it all inside of her, I couldn't help but let a low moan escape my lips. The feel of the velvety warmth of her pussy on my dick was fantastic. She'd just had one orgasm and was about ready for another. I could feel it in my cock, her pussy squeezing it tight, trying to milk it as soon as it entered her.

She was in charge now. I stroked my cock in and out of her at the pace she set. She rocked her hips back and forth in small movements. She didn't want or need full stokes right then, she wanted to push her clit up against me, grinding away. She put her finger tips on my chest, just lightly for balance. I reached up and grabbed her tits, working my thumbs over her nipples, cupping them in my hands and squeezing. She started to moan again and I knew she was getting close again.

All of a sudden she got an angry look on her face, and then she leaned down and kissed me on the lips, never stopping her pussy from grinding away on my cock. Her hair, still wet from the pool, cascaded down and around my face until I felt like I was in a little cave, a private space for just the two of us to share something special.

Then she sat back up, leaned backwards and the angry look got worse. Her arms behind her, I could look down and see my dick moving in and out of her pussy. Harder and harder, faster and faster, she worked over my cock like it was disposable. I loved it!

With one last, loud, moan she came again, her second and by far the bigger orgasm for the night. She shook like a leaf. I could see a red blush across her chest, something I'd heard about but never taken the time to look for. When she was done, I think I was smiling at least as much as she was!

That's two for her, zip for me, for anyone who's keeping count. My turn.

I rolled us both over so I was on top, without letting my cock slip out of her pussy. Then I started to stroke for all I was worth. No need to wait for her, no need to attend to her needs. This was all for Tarl.

She wrapped her legs around my back, tipping her pelvis up, and I pumped into her cunt with full strokes, pounding back into her so hard I could hear my balls slap her ass. On each backstroke, just before I reached the point that I'd pop out of her, the feelings in my dick got real intense and I knew it wouldn't be long.

It wasn't. With one final full stroke I came, pumping shot after shot of my cum into her cunt. I'd never cum that hard before, or had so much cum to shoot into a cunt. It was a wonder she could take it all. I waited until all the aftershocks were done and my toes got uncurled, then I rolled over onto my side. She wouldn't let me pull out of her cunt, and rolled with me. Now I was laying on her leg, but she didn't care. She still wanted to feel me in her.

I lay panting, trying to catch my breath, while I stared deep into those eyes and that smile. I'd never known a woman like I knew this one, and we'd just shared something fantastic, something we'd both never forget.

Eventually she did let me pull out, and she went to the bathroom. When she got back we laid there and talked. Goofy stuff at first, then I had a couple of questions I'd been wanting to ask but, hell, you know, we were kind of busy for a while there. 

"So what's up with the porn?"

She got a sly grin on her face.

"Just felt like it," she told me. "You were asleep and I just wanted to watch some. I also figured you'd wake up and maybe get in the mood if it was still on. Seems to have worked, too."

I nodded my head. Sure hadn't hurt.

"And, truth be told, there was a real hot scene where two girls were going at it. I wanted to see the end of it. Then I got hot and went for a swim to cool down. No one else was around so I didn't bother with a bathing suit. And then you walked out."

"Glad I did!" I said. "You coming up out of that water made you look like an angel. Sexy as hell!"

She smiled at me, and brushed her hand down my cheek.

"So what about the candles?"

"Oh, those!" she laughed. "Figured it couldn't hurt. If you found them, great. If not, well, it was still great! If none of this had happened, worst thing that could happen was I could blow them out when I came to bed."

"So you planned this all out? You knew what was going to happen?"

"Of course not! But I knew what I wanted to happen. And lucky me, it did!"

I shook my head. Hard to believe she'd actually thought this all out and planned to make it so.

"So how long have you been thinking about doing this?"

She tipped her head, like she was thinking about it.

"I don't know, maybe a year? And when you asked me to move in here I thought things were looking up. That morning I caught your dick in the breeze while making coffee, I decided to push a little and see what I could make happen."

"Well, good for you," I told her with a little laugh. "But why me? I'm your son."

"Does that mean I can't love you more than a normal mom? That I can't love you enough to want to make love to you? I don't care what everyone else says. I've wanted you to be my lover for a while now, and I'm glad it happened. I hope it happens again."

I fell back into the depths of those eyes, and the feelings of love I had right then were paid back a thousand times over.

"I think that can be arranged," I told her with a grin.

"Good," she told me. "Soon, I hope. But right now I need to recover from that. Oh my god! Where did you learn to treat a girl to all of that? I've never had a man so completely satisfy me! Christ, just thinking about it is going to get me wet again!"

I laughed, and smiled, and brushed my hand over her face, then down to her breast. I cupped it while we talked.

"I just learned it," I told my mom. "You're the only one I've ever even wanted to do all that for."

She just smiled.

Eventually I saw she was getting sleepy, so I got up and blew out the candles. Then I climbed back into bed with my mom. Just before I got covered up, she smiled again.

"Yep. Big balls like his dad."

So she'd been watching me. Should have figured she would. I didn't say anything.

We snuggled together, me behind her, spooning her body close to mine. Then we both fell asleep. I couldn't believe what had just happened between us. But I fell asleep very glad that it had.





Mama's Boy



Goldie Bo (her original Chinese name was Bo Er-zhua) was in her bedroom, admiring herself in her black lace brassiere, panties, stockings, and high heels before a mirror. She'd deliberately left her bedroom door ajar. 

Her 18-year-old son, Ma Ke-ting (his English name was 'Good': it isn't infrequent for Chinese and Taiwanese people to have non-standard English names), was supposed to be in his bedroom studying for a seemingly endless series of crucial final tests. The results of these tests would determine the quality of university he'd be allowed to enter, which would ultimately affect how lucrative a future he'd have. Nonetheless, she was willing to let her son have a free peek at her body.

And she had a body to enjoy peeking at. She was short, curvaceous, and with unusually large breasts, which didn't at all sag. Giving birth to Good didn't do any damage to her hourglass figure. She had smooth, coffee-coloured skin, beautiful Asian eyes, and a cute pudgy nose; and her black hair was done up in a bun. Her face was heavily, brightly made up: red lipstick, pink blush, dark blue eye shadow, and thick mascara.

With such a delicious body...and she was only 34.

Her detested husband, Ma Ni-man (his English name was Rich), was 22 when he'd gotten a 15-year-old Goldie pregnant. The family scandal was too much for them to bear: he was obligated to marry her, for her family abominated abortions. After an intense shaming not only from their families but also their whole neighbourhood, the newlyweds left their native town of Chiayi, in south-western Taiwan, to live in Hsinchu, up in the northern part of the island, as soon as Rich had graduated from university with a business degree.

Rich was now on a business trip to China, visiting a factory in Shenzhen, where he often went. He also had a sexy young mistress there, and Goldie knew all about that; to make matters worse, Rich was in Shenzhen a lot more than he ever was at home. Suffering in silence from her husband's so frequent infidelities, Goldie was lonely; and having a son to look after all the time made it impossible for her to find a paramour of her own, however desirable she may have been, potentially, to lots of men.

Good, her sweet, quiet, shy little boy, was also adorably cute, with big, sad eyes; and she didn't have to be his mother to feel that way about him. She also knew he had Oedipal longings for her. Far from being shocked or disgusted at such desires, she considered them natural, and as long as nobody knew of her soon-to-be intimate relations with her son, why not take advantage of his urges to satisfy her needs?

She heard him open his bedroom door and walk out into the hall; he was heading for the bathroom, which meant he'd be passing by her room. She knew he'd want to look at her in her underwear: though she could see him, looking furtively through the door crack, from her mirror's reflection, she pretended not to know he was watching.

The one eye he had looking through the door crack devoured every inch of her body. Her black bra strap with its clip, which he so wanted to unhook, made him want her to turn around so he could see that ornately designed bra, with its pretty flower patterns, cupping her large breasts. He sighed and touched his crotch. 

Then he looked down her back and at her perfectly round ass: not too big, not too bony, beautifully shaped. Again, those black panties with the flower pattern were hugging her ass in a way that made his hands envious. 

Now his eyes looked down at her legs, and at the black panty hose that made her sexy legs look appetizingly elegant. Finally, his eyes travelled down to her black high heels, which aroused his foot fetish. He kept sighing quietly and fingering the hard prick in his pants, careful not to be audible to her...not that she needed to hear him to know he was watching. 

After allowing Good to look at her for a minute or so, she quickly turned around to face the door. This was his cue to rush to the bathroom, him hoping she hadn't seen him. She snickered to herself when hearing him clumsily run away.

***********

A week later, she did the same thing, but this time she admired herself in the nude. The only thing covering her skin was that whorish bright makeup, and red nail polish on her finger- and toenails. 

She had pointy, hard, small black nipples and wispy black pubic hair, some of which he could see through her mirror reflection. Again he'd left his room and been watching her through the door crack, admiring his mother's soft, round buttocks, and wishing he could get away with seeing her full frontal without the aid of the mirror. He softly sighed and touched his bulging groin. 

Of course, she would have allowed him to see her frontal nudity directly, and she quickly turned around again so he could see for a split second or so before he sheepishly ran away and hid. She didn't know how to react to his sexual inhibitions: to find his shyness sweet and adorable, or to be disappointed at another delay in getting a lay from him.

***********

Several days later, she was wearing a sexy, tight black dress, hosiery, high heels, and her usual heavy, bright makeup. She also had on a most provocative fragrance. She walked by his bedroom, assuming he was studying for that mountain of tests. Instead, she heard grunting noises.

Not liking what she was hearing, she barged in on him suddenly. His pants and underwear were off, lying on the floor behind the chair he was sitting at. His erection was in his shaking hand, and the computer screen showed a picture of a naked thirty-something Asian woman, one who looked practically like a twin of Goldie! A box of Kleenex was by his computer keyboard.

He spastically reached for his pants in embarrassment.

"Ke-ting!" she shouted. Then, in Chinese, said, "You should be studying!"

"Mama," he said, almost crying in shame. "I'm sorry," he said in Chinese, "I won't do it again."

"I don't care that you look at porn," she said. "All men like sex, I understand. But you're wasting valuable study time." She went up to him, stopping him from putting on his clothes. She reached for his cock.

"Mama, what are you doing?" he asked in shock.

"Finishing what you started." She held his half-erect penis and began fondling it. "If I leave you still excited without having gotten release, you'll just go back to the porn and waste more time. But if I give you that release, you'll get back to studying faster. Now just let me finish you off." She undid three of the buttons on her dress, exposing her red bra and tasty cleavage. She brought his face between her soft, smooth, large breasts. Their softness, as well as the flowery smell of her perfume, were driving him wild. 

He was now too busy being turned on to be scandalized by their incestuous behaviour. Her hand gently and lovingly slid up and down his now rock-hard shaft, its hardness complemented by the softness of his mother's breasts squeezing against and rubbing on his face.

As she continued jerking him off, she gave him gentle kisses on the head, ran the fingers of her free hand through his hair, and occasionally wiggled her breasts, making them slap against his cheeks. She felt his warm, sighing breath heat up her chest, and her pussy was getting wet from contemplating his pleasure. 

After a few more minutes of this, he came. Anticipating his orgasm, she'd reached for some Kleenex and caught his wad before it stained the expensive light blue bedroom carpet. She wiped his spent dick dry, then led him to the bathroom. He still had only his shirt on.

"Mama, why do I have to take a shower?"

"You're dirty, from what you did."

"What I did? Me? It was you who did it."

"Don't talk back," she said, slapping him. "Now, take your shirt off and get in the shower." He did as he was told. 

Now naked, he went in. She voyeuristically looked up and down at his body, admiring her son's tall, thin body, his soft buttocks, and his penis, surrounded in black pubic hair. Only desperation for sex, from having a husband who rarely fucked her after Good was born, could have driven her to incest. 

She pulled the shower curtain half-way, still ogling his body as he turned on the water and let it splash on his torso.

"Why are you watching me, Mama?" His shock at her ogling eyes sent ripples of fear through his body. 

"Because I'm going to help clean you," she said, reaching for the soap. "Turn around. I'm going to clean your dirty places."

Byen tai (Chinese for 'perverted'), he thought.

She lathered the soap well in her hands, then soaped up his dick and balls, his perineum, his buttocks, and his anus, her finger poking in an inch or so.

"Ah!" he groaned in discomfort. "Mama, I can clean myself."

"That's OK. You're my baby; I can clean you. I have to take care of you." She started rinsing the soap off his body.

"When will you think of me as a man? I'm 18 now."

"When you've finished university and have a well-paying job, that's when. Then you can take care of me."

"But what if I have a wife?"

"You don't want a wife," she said, always over-protective of him. "You never have crushes on any of your female classmates, and many of them are cute. You only want me, you know that."

Knowing she'd said the embarrassing truth, he stopped arguing.

He got out of the shower stall and she dried him with a towel. She handed him his shirt.

"Now, go back to your room, put your clothes back on, and resume studying. No more dirty pictures or fantasizing about me. If you get good grades on your test tomorrow, you can want me again, and I'll reward you. Now, hurry back in there." She gave his bare ass a spank as he walked out of the bathroom.

He turned off his computer after putting his pants and underwear back on, and sat at his desk with his biology textbook open. He shook with fear and guilt over what his mom had just done, not so much because it happened than because he'd enjoyed it so.

How could she return my perverted love like that? he thought, unable to focus on his biology textbook. I know she's lonely without Papa for such long stretches of time, but why use me, her son of all people, to satisfy her needs? The way she was looking at my body in the shower...it scares me, because it excites me. Does she know I watch her when she's undressed in her bedroom? Does she leave her door ajar on purpose? Why isn't she as ashamed as I am? How could she have been so emotionless about playing with my thing? Is she repressing her shame? She must be. Anyway, I'll have to repress mine, too, if I'm to ace this test; not acing it simply isn't an option.

Then, he closed his eyes, imagining a black void where his shameful memory had been stored; and with that healing repression, his guilt was lost in blessed oblivion...for the time being, anyway. Now he could focus on biology.

I'm a student, he thought. I have no feelings. I have no pain. I have no life.

With that finished, he started reviewing the first lesson.

**********

The next week, he received his test results: 98% on his biology test! What would he do in reaction to this great success?

Celebrate?

Relax for a while, as a reward for his hard work?

Get a gift, such as a video game, from his mom?

None of these, of course.

He would immediately begin studying for his final exam for math: what else?

His mother did, however, keep her promise to reward him, in a manner of speaking, for his good grade in biology: after he'd been studying at home for three hours on Monday night, she went into his bedroom. She was tarted up as usual, in a sexy red dress, high heels, and heavy makeup. 

She noticed he'd been touching the bulge in his crotch, so restless was he from ceaseless studying. There was no porn on his computer screen, though, and he was fully dressed.

"Oh, I see you want to feel good," she said. "I'll help you."

"No, Mama," he said, torn between being eager to get her 'help' and the shame of getting it. In spite of his words, he swivelled around in his chair and opened his legs as she knelt down. Between his legs now, she unzipped his pants.

"You know you want Mommy to do this," she said. (In the opinion of many Chinese and Taiwanese adults, it's not considered babyish to call one's parents 'Mommy' and 'Daddy'. The same applies to infantile words like 'pee-pee' and 'poo-poo'.) "Did you go pee-pee a little while ago?"

"No," he said, blushing as she pulled out his half-erect penis from his pants. "I just had a shower."

"Good," she said, fondling his cock and balls. "No stinky smell, no bad taste." She licked the underside of his cock.

"Mama!" he whined, as excited as he was shocked at what she was doing. "That's so perverted. Oh!"

"Be quiet and enjoy it," she said, then kissed and licked the knob a few times. She kept speaking to him between kisses and licks. "I used to do this...for your daddy...many times when...we were dating...before he knocked me up...with you...I'm good at it...enjoy." 

She put his cock half-way in her mouth. The sight of her lipstick-red mouth tightly sliding up and down his shaft was too good a dream to be true, to say nothing of her slutty eyes looking up into his. The sight was also a nightmare of shame for him. 

He closed his eyes tightly and raised his head up. He couldn't bear to watch his mother make a whore of herself for him. But oh, the tingling pleasure he got from her lips and tongue as they massaged his schlong! Her lips, lubed with her saliva, slid up and down his shaft gently and expertly; her tongue flickered against his bulging corpus spongiosum. Her hand played with his balls, gently shaking them; her fingers tickled his scrotum.

Her aim was to make him come as soon as possible, so he could get back to studying right away. He moaned and grunted, higher pitched and louder as he approached orgasm. Wanting to accelerate his climax, she worked harder and faster, moving her head up and down his cock so quickly as to be working up a sweat.

"Oh...oh! OH!" he moaned.

Finally, he came in her mouth: though she hated the taste, she repressed her disgust and swallowed every last drop, for she didn't want a stain to clean up on that beautiful plush carpet. After she'd gulped down the last of his spoutings, she put his spent member back in his pants and zipped them up.

Without missing a beat, she then said, as emotionlessly as always, "OK, you've had your reward; now, back to the books." And she got up and left his room, as if nothing shameful had happened.

His head was spinning in a vertigo of confusion: he didn't know whether to be horrified or thrilled that his most forbidden fantasies were coming true. This boy, up this point so innocent and virginal as to make Mother Teresa seem a prostitute in comparison, had heard vague rumours, from his male classmates, of the pleasures of fellatio; but the delight it had just given him was beyond anything he could have imagined. Was such deliciousness possible? Now he knew.

And yet, with his own mother?

The thought now sickened him. How could his mother, the angel of his existence, be so wicked? And how could he be so wicked as to enjoy it? His attempts at resisting temptation were contemptibly weak. The conflict in his head felt like the hemispheres of his brain were being pulled apart, so intense was his resulting migraine. 

His lust for his mother was exploding in rapid growth. So was his nausea. He could contain himself no longer. He jumped up from his chair and rushed out of his bedroom. 

He ran to the bathroom and vomited in the toilet, careful not to make a mess outside the toilet bowl water, for fear of angering his mother. He flushed the toilet and returned to his room.

He sat at his desk, his math book opened, and stared at the wall almost catatonically for several minutes.

His mother called up to him: "Ke-ting, you studying?"

He quickly snapped out of it and answered, "Yes, Ma." He closed his eyes and visualized the black void of peaceful repression again. I'm a student, he thought. I'm not a human being. I'm a studying machine. I exist only to get as many grades of 100% as I can. I have a head. I have no heart. I have a brain. I have no soul.

He pushed the shameful deed deep down in the darkest recesses of his mind, no longer accessible. They were momentarily lost in the happy world of forgetfulness. Now he could focus on his math. 

He looked down at his math book and resumed studying. 

**************

Later that week, he wrote his final math exam. The following Monday, he got his test results: 100%! His immediate response to this great news was obvious. 

Hit the books and study even harder, this time for his final exam in computer science. 

That night, he'd been in his room studying for four hours, with only quick trips to the bathroom for breaks. His mother came into his room, wearing a fluffy white bathrobe.

"You've been studying very hard, Ke-ting," she said, caressing his cheek. "You're a good boy: we chose your English name well. Come with me. You can have a break now."

Goldie took him by the hand, led him out of his room and into hers. Standing facing him by her bed, she undid her robe, took it off, and let it fall to the floor. She now stood completely naked before her son.

Trying desperately to repress his desire, he kept his now teary eyes looking straight at hers. He was terrified of looking below.

"Ke-ting?" she asked with a grin. "Don't you want to look at Mommy's body?"

"Y-no. I mean yes...no!" He started to cry.

"Sweetie, enjoy yourself. Look at my breasts. Do you like them? Look at all of me. You know you want to." She turned around so he could see her buttocks. He looked at them and felt his hard-on straining painfully against his pants. 

"But, what about Daddy?" he asked in sobs.

"Oh, your daddy can go to Hell," she snapped, still turning around. Now facing him again, she took Good's hands and put them on her breasts. "Here, touch me."

He gently, timidly squeezed them. What softness! What smoothness! They were more beautiful than he could have ever dreamed them to be! Still, he sobbed his shame, his face saturated with tears.

"Do you hate Daddy?" he asked.

"Of course I do," she said, annoyed that her son would even ask a question with such an obvious answer.

"Why?"

"Oh, you innocent boy," she said, stroking his hair. "Do you really think Daddy is always going to China just for business?"

"Well, yeah. Why else would he go?"

"He has another woman there. He has sex with her."

"But he's married to you. He's my father."

"That doesn't mean he's faithful, Ke-ting. Lots of married men cheat on their wives. Mommies and Daddies aren't saints. We have needs, like everyone else. He doesn't satisfy mine anymore, and vice versa. I know you want me, Ke-ting. That's OK, I understand. It's the Oedipus complex. I'll satisfy your needs, and you'll satisfy mine. Now, take your clothes off."

Nervously unbuttoning his shirt, he said, "But this is so shameful. Aren't you ashamed?"

"I don't need to be. We're alone here, and nobody knows what we're doing. You won't tell anyone, will you?"

"Of course not." He took off his shirt and dropped it on the floor. "We know what we're doing, though. Isn't that enough? Don't you feel guilty?"

"Feel?" she asked, sneering. "I'm a housewife in Chinese society: I don't get to have feelings, so I don't feel guilty. You're a student in Chinese society: you don't get to have feelings, so you don't feel guilty, either. Problem solved. Now, come on: keep undressing."

He pulled down his pants, embarrassed by the bulge in his underwear. He took off his flip-flops and socks, then hesitated before pulling down his briefs.

"Oh, come on, baby," she said impatiently. "I've already seen him many times. Don't be so embarrassed. Take off your underwear."




Mama's Boy



He did, and stood naked with her. They feasted their eyes on each other's bodies, her grinning lasciviously at his full erection, and him guiltily enjoying the sight of her frontal nudity--her large breasts and her pubic hair. He smiled nervously.

"As you can see, son, I'm still a beautiful woman, not that your bastard father can appreciate it."

"Please don't talk that way about him, Mama," Good said, frowning but no longer sobbing. "He may be bad sometimes, but he's still my daddy."

"A real daddy would spend time with his family. He's little more than an occasional visitor in this house. Would you like to taste Mommy's breasts?"

"Uh, yeah," he said, then knelt before her. She sat on the bed, and he took her left nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard on it, wanting to taste her milk. He kept sucking and sucking on that nipple, really trying to get milk to flow out.

Then, suddenly, she began lactating. 

He was thrilled and amazed, for he thought only pregnant women could lactate. He didn't know that she'd been sucking on her own nipples several times a day in private, as well as massaging and squeezing her breasts; for she correctly sensed that he wanted to have her milk again, and prepared this scenario for him.

He drank and drank thirstily, then went over to her right nipple, sucking hard on it as he had her left nipple. Predictably, that nipple started giving out milk within a minute or so as before. Again, he drank as greedily as before, then released his lips from the nipple. He loved watching it wiggle after he let it go. Both nipples were dripping delicious white drops of milk. 

"Come on, Ke-ting: let's get in bed."

She lay on her back on the bed and spread her legs. He got on the bed on his knees between her legs. He looked at her vulva with a mixture of lust and terror.

That's where I came from, he thought as he stared wide-eyed at the hole. And I'm going back in.

He got on top of her in the missionary position. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He looked in her eyes as he slowly slid his cock in her wet, anticipating pussy. She closed her eyes tightly, her mouth gaping wide, and she moaned softly as she felt her son's phallus boring its way inside her.

When he had it pushed all the way inside her, he grunted and she squealed in a high pitch at the same time, several octaves apart. He started poking away inside her, his eyes and mouth agape, him not at all believing he was actually fucking his own mother, with her enjoying it!

She sang soprano staccato 'Oh's' with each pricking of his cock deep inside her. His thick shaft was massaging her gooey vaginal walls and tickling her electric G-spot. 

He put his hands on her breasts and squeezed them, more aggressively this time. He pinched the nipples and pecked her on the cheek. Those drops of milk were now on his fingertips. 

She put her hands on his ass and squeezed his buttocks even more aggressively. She was about to come; her squeals and screams were getting louder, higher-pitched, and faster with each accelerating poke of his dick.

She put her hands on his back, and when she came, she screamed a deafening howl, dug her nails deep in his back, and scratched eight red lines down his back. Now he screamed.

He was still fucking her, and about to come himself.

"You going...to come, baby?" she asked in sighs. "Oh!"

"Yeah," he groaned. "Uh!"

"Take him out," she panted. "Don't come...in me. Ah!"

"OK," he said, and pulled out. Not wanting his come to soil her expensive white satin bedsheets, she reached for some Kleenex from the bedside table, put it at the tip of his dick, and jerked him off briefly before he spewed all over the tissue. "Ah!"

When the last of his squirts had come out, she wiped him clean and threw the tissue in the garbage. 

"OK, sweetie. We're done. You got your reward for getting 100 on your math exam. Now put your clothes on and go back to your room. If you want to do that with Mommy again, get another hundred on your computer test this Friday. Now, back to your studying."

"Yes, Mom," he said, and reached for his clothes. When he was dressed, he slowly plodded back to his room.

He sat at his desk with his computer science textbook in front of him. He stared at the wall again like one of the undead.

"I'm a motherfucker," he whispered to himself in English. "Byen tai." The shame was numbing him emotionally, for he found that numbing was the only way to ease the pain.

I'm a Chinese senior high school student trapped in educational hell, he thought. I don't get to have feelings, so I don't have any. I bury them deep down in the grave of my soul, if I even have one. That's how I'm able to carry on.

His repression complete, he hit the books. 

***********

That Friday, he wrote the test and aced it. The next week, he got his results: 100% again. This was his last exam, and his overall academic performance was superb. He was a shoo-in for the best universities of Taiwan, including nearby Tsing Hua and Chiao Tung, as well as Taiwan University in Taipei. 

After his graduation ceremony, he, Goldie, and his principal got together and talked. 

"You must be very proud of your son, Mrs. Bo," the principal said. "Second in his class!"

"Oh, yes, I'm really proud," she said with a grin whose phoniness only Good could recognize. "He works so hard at his studies, he's responsible, he's self-sacrificing, and he never wastes time indulging in foolish pleasure."

Not at all, Good thought in a sarcastic attitude, though he smiled as hypocritically proud a smile as his mom did.

"You must have a special reward for him tonight, don't you?" the principal said. "A video game? A smartphone? A tablet? A laptop?"

"Oh, no, nothing distracting like that," she said. "But I do have something special for him to enjoy...tonight."

Again, she smiled with hypocritical innocence, as if she'd had amnesia and remembered nothing of her shame with her son. He grinned in the same phoney way, though more forced.

**************

That night, she was in her white bathrobe again, and she knocked on his door. "Ke-ting?" she said.

He didn't answer.

"Ke-ting?" she said again, and opened the door. She gasped in horror at what she saw. 

He was hanging by his neck from a rope attached to the light on the ceiling. His kicked chair was lying on its side on the floor to the right of his lifeless, dangling body.

She screamed, then scrambled to untie him from the rope. His body fell to the floor, knocking his desk and causing his computer screen to light up. She lightly slapped his face, hoping he'd come to, but he didn't. 

Then she went over and read what he'd typed on the computer screen, his Facebook status. This is what it said:

'I've killed myself because I can no longer hide my shame. I hate pretending, and I hate always having to be a perfect student. I may have graduated with excellent grades, and I may have a bright future in engineering, or computers, or business administration, but that means absolutely nothing to me, because I've never done any of this hard work for myself. I've never lived my own life. I've done it all for my mother.

I've done more for her, and with her, than I care to admit, but I must admit it all the same. I've been committing incest with her. Yes, you read correctly. We both enjoy it, but only I seem to be ashamed of it. She hides her shame, pretends we've done nothing wrong, but she can't anymore now.

My family's whole history is tainted with shame. My father got my mother pregnant with me when she was only 15. They'd been living in Chiayi then, but moved here to Hsinchu to forget the shame of their past. Well, they'll never escape this present shame, nor should they, now that it's permanently published online. They deserve this dishonour: all three of us do.

My father isn't innocent, either. He regularly sees a mistress in Shenzhen, leaving my mother alone and bitter.

All there's ever been is shame in my family, and I can't take it anymore. Smiling and pretending to be proud during my graduation felt obscenely hypocritical. When I came home and went up into my bedroom, I sat at my desk and cried and cried. I hate myself, and I hate my life.

Goodbye, everyone. Sorry, but I can't take it anymore.

Ma Ke-ting'

Now Goldie was staring at her son's bedroom wall like a zombie. Now that her shame was public, she finally shared it with him; no longer could it be buried. No repression would help her find peace.

***********

Two days later, Rich finally came home. He was reading a text message from his mistress and laughing at her words as he went into the kitchen. He saw a note written by Goldie. He picked it up and went towards the stairs. He hadn't bothered reading her note yet, for he was still occupied with his mistress's text message.

As he went up the stairs, he called for his wife. "Er-zhua?" he said, surprised to hear no response and wondering where she was. As he got to the top of the stairs, he noticed an awful smell. He went into his bedroom. She wasn't there. He approached his son's bedroom, wincing at the awful smell, which was clearly emanating from the boy's room. "Ke-ting?"

He opened the door, getting really nauseated by the smell. Immediately he learned where the smell was coming from. Good's and Goldie's decomposing bodies were there, his still on the floor where she'd left him, and hers now hanging from the light as his had before, her still in her bathrobe.

He dropped his smartphone and fell to the floor in shock. His trembling hands finally opened the letter and he began to read it. This is what it said:

'Ni-man, you bastard, you caused all this to happen to us. You got me pregnant in my teens, disgracing me in front of my family and our whole community in Chiayi. You know that, to this day, they all still don't forgive us. 

I know about you and your mistress in Shenzhen, that twenty-something tart you have so many pictures of with you on your phone: I've seen them on it regularly starting about a year ago. Your affairs with her drove me to a loneliness that resulted in incest with our son. 

In his shame, which he could no longer bear, he confessed all our sins on Facebook, including yours. Now I can't leave the house and face the hate of our neighbours. Go upstairs and you'll find us both in his bedroom, which will no doubt reek of our bodies' decomposition by the time you finally come home. 

Remember always that you did this to us. Enjoy your life with your whore in Shenzhen. I know how you like your women nice and young. Go live with that bitch there, marry her, and when she's too old to satisfy you, find another young tart. You've destroyed our lives here, as I'm sure you destroy hers in time. 

Er-zhua'

Now Rich was the one staring at the bedroom wall, as though he were as dead as his family was.