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Matt & I Ch. 01

By: D. Elbee



I had finished my shower following my normal morning workout on the treadmill. It was nice being in the middle of Christmas planning and my mind was miles away. I stepped from the shower and reached for the towel when I saw him.

Standing in the doorway was my youngest son, 21 year old Matt. He was naked and his penis was fully erect. He was looking at me with those beautiful eyes. Inside a voice was shrieking ‘No. We decided on this.’ But outwardly I just looked at his magnificent muscular body and remembered back six months.

I am a petite lady, 49 years of age, but in excellent physical shape. I work out nearly daily and luckily have a job that allows me to set my own time and even own days. At about 5 feet 3 and ½ inches I am short. My B-cup breasts are still firm but my tummy is beginning to pooch from age. I have 3 sons the youngest being Matt and a husband Harry.

Matt is in Veterinary school and works at a nearby Veterinarian Hospital during the summers and school breaks. Last summer the whole thing started.

Harry had, and still has, lost all interest in sexual contact. I wear seductive clothing and he doesn’t look up. In bed I reach for his penis but he rolls over and goes to sleep. In the days and months of sheer frustration I had taken to regular masturbation. Normally it would follow seeing some handsome man on television or perhaps a particularly sexy scene in some show. The faceless man was there as my fingers rubbed my clitoris and entered me to bring on my climax.

Matt was home from school and was working 6 days per week. It was early July and a nice warm day. I had been working in the yard so I came in and took a leisurely shower. I got myself into a mood and lay on my bed naked and began to explore my body. As I began rubbing my clitoris and vagina I was making out a face of my lover. For some unexpected reason the face became Matt’s. He was over me, inside me, touching me and my orgasm was the most explosive of my life. It was as if I became detached from my body and a sense of pleasurable darkness surrounded me, almost as if blacking out, as I reached the pinnacle of my orgasm. It was the greatest orgasm I could remember. Afterward I became worried of having Matt as my fictional lover but discarded it as a one time mistake.

A few days later I was once again naked and pursuing my own pleasures with my hands. The face again became Matt’s. I tried to shake it out of my mind but it became more pleasurable as I continued working on my body. I was so lost that I didn’t hear him come home, early. I am sure I was making some noise but movement caught my eye. Matt was standing in the doorway in only his white cotton briefs. He was watching me, maybe even leering at my body. I didn’t stop. Shamefully, I didn’t stop. I looked at him, then down at his briefs as I saw his penis expand inside the cotton bounds. 

I threw all caution to the wind. “Make love to me.” I panted looking directly at his deep brown eyes. 

He moved toward me stripping his briefs as he walked. His erection was large and I thought much larger than his father. He sat on the bed looking at me then moved himself between my outstretched legs and aimed his manhood at my wetness. I was so wet and so wanton that he easily slid into me. There was no foreplay required, no touching, just sexual intercourse. He filled me, completely filled me, and in only seconds I experienced the second of my most memorable orgasms. I threw my legs around his thighs and my arms pulled his bulk tightly against me. I crushed myself into him and disappeared into him.

He was still hard inside me and still pursuing his own release. Neither of us talked, breathing was difficult, loud, and filled the room with haughty sounds. Soon I heard him moan and I could feel his penis harden even more then I felt his semen shooting inside me, against my walls, against my womanhood, and into my second orgasm.

He stayed atop me as his breathing, and mine, returned to normal. My arms were still around him but I was now splayed beneath him. He raised himself and looked at my face. He smiled, lowered himself to me and kissed me, deeply, open mouthed, his tongue searching and finding mine. “I love you.” He whispered after the kiss.

I pulled myself against him again, “And I love you so much. This shouldn’t have happened. You know? But it did and we will talk more of it later. We must get up and clean up. You’re father will be home soon.”

I showered, dressed in a pair of old shorts and a t-shirt, and walked into the kitchen as Harry entered the door. The night was as usual, limited conversation, belittling things I had to say, and falling asleep. That night in bed I reached inside his boxers and held his penis. He just looked at me. “That will do you no good, old girl.” He kissed me quickly and rolled away.

Harry rose, made breakfast, showered, dressed, and left at his normal time. I was wearing a short cotton sleeping gown with nothing beneath and was pouring coffee when Matt came behind me. He put his arms around me and with the difference in our heights he was barely beneath my breasts. He kissed the back of my neck and I could feel his erection pressing into my back. “Not here.” I told him and led him to his bedroom.

I wasn’t sure how much experience he had had with women or just how far he had gone. I was positive he had relations with two of the girls he dated, but how extensive those relations were I didn’t know. 

Once in his bedroom I reached for the hem of the gown and pulled it over my head. I closed the scant distance between us and pulled his t-shirt up, over his head, then placed my hands inside the waist of his briefs and skimmed them down his legs. His erection was there, inches from my face. “Lay down.”

“Mom, I—“.

“Shhh. We’ll talk later.”

He laid on back his erection pointing almost straight up. I positioned myself between his legs and put both hands on his cock. I leaned forward and took the head into my mouth and began stroking his length. His size left little room inside my mouth but I wanted this. I looked up at his eyes and they were closed. His mouth was contorted in an expression of pained gratification. I think it was the first time he had experienced oral sex.

I worked the head of his penis with my lips and tongue and stroked his length softly but firmly enough. I had given Harry oral sex many times during our marriage but only once allowed his semen into my mouth. His taste was not pleasurable. But now, this time, I wanted Matt to erupt inside my mouth, down my throat, and into my stomach. I wanted to taste him and savor his eruption. It didn’t take long. His body began to arch and his moans became louder. I could feel his penis get it’s hardest then I felt his shots of semen against my tongue. I kept stroking him until he had expended the last of his semen into my mouth. I slid my lips from the dark head and swallowed. His taste was more agreeable, more pleasurable. I vowed it would not be the last time.

“Mom! I’ve never, uh, never had anyone give me a uh blowjob before. It was sensational.”

“Now it’s you turn Matthew to please me.” I rolled beside him and pulled him over me. “Slide down, between my legs.” I opened my legs the widest I could and gave him full view of my vaginal lips. “Lick me Matthew. Make love to me with your tongue.”

He began and with some instruction from me was soon reaching and finding the best spots. He was a natural. I knew that some girl, someday, would be very lucky. I gave myself to his tongue and in moments that feeling came again. I was awash in darkness, flashing lights, ringing sounds, and my body came alive. 

We lay beside each other for a long time until I had to remind him he had to go to work. We both showered and met at the door. He held me, kissed me long, hard, tongue searching, and told me silently how he felt. 

The next three days were almost duplicates. We tried different sexual positions, made love in the shower, and spoke openly about the impropriety of what we were doing. We both admitted it was wrong, at least legally, but for us it was so very right.

For almost two months we kept our daily rendezvous. It was not always in the morning, sometimes in the afternoon when we could both get away. Our evenings were spent in near silence and we kept away from stolen glances.

It was nearing the time he would return to school when errors in judgment nearly led to disaster. Harry had left for work and Matt immediately came to the bedroom, naked, and stripped me. He was working feverishly on my clitoris when I head the door slam. 

“Oh my God! Matt! It’s your father.” He withdrew from my outstretched legs and hid in the walk-in closet. I dashed to the bathroom and started the shower running. Harry came into the bedroom and began looking around. 

“You’re back already? Did you forget something?”

“I had a pack of papers yesterday that I need on this job and I don’t know where I left them. Maybe I left them in yesterday’s work clothes.”

Those clothes were in that walk-in closet. My mind raced and I remembered seeing a stack of papers on the fireplace. “Look on the hearth. I think I saw them there.”

“Yeah that’s right. I was sitting there and reading them. Ok. See you this evening.”

Matt stayed in the closet until I watched Harry drive down the street. We sat on the bed and reached a decision that it was too close, too dangerous and it had to stop. Since he would be returning to school in only a couple of days it was only right. I kissed him and pushed his hands away as he tried to touch my breasts and get sexual. “It ends Son. It ends today. It ends now. It has to.”

“I know you’re right, but –“.

“No buts. Look. I could keep making love to you every day. Every evening and thoroughly enjoy you but it isn’t fair to your father. But even more it isn’t fair to us. You will be going back to school leaving me alone. You won’t have me in your apartment each day and you will be dating some college cutie and using what you have learned with me. That’s why it has to stop. Maybe, well just maybe more for my sake. I’ve gotten very accustomed to having you inside me, touching me, holding me. I have to break that habit.”

He looked at me with sad brown eyes but he understood. “You know that I love you. I want you so desperately and I know I make you happy.”

“Oh, son. There’s no question about that. You do make me happy, extremely happy. And yes, I know you love me more than just a son loving his mother. What we have and what we have shared is beautiful even if it is wrong. We end it now and move forward. It is something you can’t tell anyone and I can’t either. I still love your father and you surely know that. I don’t want this to cause him pain or get to your brothers.”

I reached for his face, held it between my hands. “One last lover’s kiss and it ends.” He nodded and we kissed. Deeply, tongues searching, lips meshed almost together, and our hands holding two naked bodies close.

That was 5 months ago. I’m looking at his young muscular form but I am fixed to his beautiful erection. His penis is pointing straight at me, beckoning. My mind is shouting NO. My heart is pounding and my breathing is labored. “Matt, I, we –.“ I couldn’t finish the statement. I stepped to him and knelt down taking his hard cock into my mouth. ‘Just one more time’ I convinced myself.

More to follow.

Matt & I Ch. 02



This story is based on real people but the scenario is fiction. This part follows Matt and I submitted previously.

Here I was, on my knees, or thereabouts, looking up at my youngest son. His muscles seemed tense but his penis was hard and was between my lips. The thoughts of how we got here had gone through my mind and were now added to silent screams of we shouldn't be doing this. Instead I was enjoying the apparent pleasure I was bringing him.

"Oh! Mom! Let's, ummmm, yeah come on." With that he raised me up and moved me toward the bed. He pressed me down, face first, leaving my backside totally open to him. It was only seconds before I felt his penis pressing against my opening. I was wet, believe me, I was wet and he slid in so easily. I could sense his need and wondered if it was for his sexual release or for his affection for his lover. I hoped for the latter.

He began moving rapidly, seeking his release, and I could hear his body slapping against me. His hard penis was driving deeply into me and his hands were gripping my waist. I knew he was near his climax as his grip became tighter and his penis even harder. It was then I felt it begin to shoot inside me and fill me with his semen. He moaned softly and his grip lessened as he finished spilling himself.

He was breathing hard and withdrew from me letting me turn and rise from the bed. I could see his glistening member, covered with our wetness but it was still erect. "Matt?" I questioned as I looked at it, still hard.

"It's your turn, Mom."

With that I rolled to my back and he drew my legs against his torso, my feet near his shoulders. He was quickly inside me again, standing, pressing his length into me. It was my turn to be lost in the frenzy of the passionate moment, my turn to find release. He was rubbing my legs, my old ugly legs, and groaning with each movement in and out of me.

He leaned down placing his hands on each side of me and cradled his face against my neck. I was nearing that favorite moment, the few seconds when your body floats in space and has no attachment, those pleasurable seconds when your body feels the wonderful release. It was coming, my orgasm. I could feel my body tense and I knew I was thrashing wildly against his groin. Inside I was shouting with my impending climax but outwardly I was quiet. His soft moans against my ear let me know he was near and I released. I entered the momentary world of darkness where all light and purpose escapes me, then the span of flashes and brilliance of pleasure. I needed this release, this orgasm. I needed to feel my son inside me once again.

It was something I had been denying, to myself and to him, but I could not refuse him. I felt his manhood pulse, harden more, then spurt his semen inside me. I could not have been happier at that moment. Once again our lovemaking had succeeded in achieving our closeness. Matt raised himself on his arms, much like a pushup. "Mom, I, - I love you. You do know that don't you?"

I could only smile and look into those dark shining eyes. "Oh, yes! I know how much and how you love me. I love you too, son. Perhaps more than I should." I told myself that was the reason I was breaking my vow to end our elicit relationship.

He leaned down and kissed me, deeply, our mouths open and our tongues dancing in searching rhythm. His body was atop me, pressing me into the bed and I could feel his penis shrinking inside me and begin to withdraw from me. "You must let me get up, son. I have to shower, again, and go to work."

"Uh, Oh, yeah. Uh, me too. I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't mean to ---"

I put my fingers to his lips and stopped his statement. I knew he was going into an apology for what we had just done and there was none needed. "Shhh! We will talk more, later, perhaps tonight. Right now I have to go. I mean really have to go."

I quickly showered again. As I passed his room on the way out I cautioned him. "Matt? You remember that Mike and Angie are coming tomorrow don't you?"

"Shit! I mean, uh, yeah, I guess so."

I leaned against the doorway watching him pull on his surgical scrubs. "I know what you are trying to say, but your big brother and sister are coming and that's fact. You and I and your Dad will be gracious hosts, you understand?"

"Yeah! It means, well, no more of you and me."

I didn't answer. There would be some precious moments before they came, precious moments.

That night was like every other, Harry preparing a simple dinner, consuming at least one glass of wine, and making small talk. Matt helped me with the dishes then went to the basement to play on the computer. Harry and I spent yet another night in silence, our eyes on the television. My mind wandered to the basement but I had to dash those thoughts, for now.

Harry was up early as usual and I could smell the coffee. He poured a cup for me, kissed me on the cheek. "Are, uh, Mike and Angie coming today?"

I nodded as I sipped the coffee.

"I don't think I can be home early, but I'll try. See you later." He bent down a kissed me on the lips, one of those meaningless see you later kisses, and he was out the door. I heard his truck slip down the driveway and away.

I turned to get up and saw my beautiful son in the doorway. He was wearing only briefs. I could see the outline of his cock but it wasn't fully erect. "Is there time for us?"

I walked to him, stood on my tiptoes, and pulled his head to mine until I could kiss him. Our mouths met in a most passionate kiss, hard, long, deeply searching tongues. His hands were holding me up, against him. Our kiss finally ended and I stood back down on the floor that I had forgotten was there. He untied the belt around my robe then lifted my gown over my head. Only my house slippers kept me from being completely naked. He kissed me again, but this time his hands were exploring me, my ass, my back, my neck, and then my aching nipples. He pushed me back, toward the kitchen table. "Here?"

"Yeah! Right here. You are my breakfast." With that he lifted me onto the table and sat in a chair between my outstretched legs. His hands were rubbing my inner thighs and I could feel his hot breath on my vulva. Then his tongue was there, slipping upward between the folds of outer lips, dipping inside me, then up until he had touched my clitoris. His magical tongue! His searching fingers! Both were working to bring me to a wonderful explosion of pleasure. God! How I had missed this.

He kept at me until my body was thrashing against his mouth and I could feel the most wonderful release moving over me. Once again he moved me into the special place of darkness followed by overwhelming pleasure. I thought he would let me up, or that he would enter me, but he did neither. He continued working his tongue against me until he brought me to a second orgasm. Only then did he sit back. I opened my eyes to see him staring at my vulva. His hands were rubbing my outer lips, bringing them open, and then closed. It was as if he was marveling at this part of my body, as if he had never seen it before, or felt it, or been inside it.

He stood up and slid his briefs down to the floor. His penis was hard and straining forward from his groin. I thought he would slide inside me but instead he moved around the table until he had brought his need to my mouth. I let it slide between my lips, into my mouth, into my throat, as I tried to take him totally inside once again. He was working himself in and out of my mouth. I was letting my tongue trace upward on his glands each time he withdrew, and would then play against the small slit beneath the head where it is most sensitive. Each time he would moan, hold himself still for my tongue, then press in again. His movements became more urgent and I knew he was nearing his climax. He groaned deeply as he began to spurt his slightly salty semen into my mouth and down my throat. I enjoyed him. I savored him. I swallowed each drop and cleaned his penis of any residue.

When he bent to kiss me I knew he could taste himself but he seemed unconcerned. I wanted him inside me, thrashing about in my womanhood, but he was finished. I had achieved orgasm, and so had he, but it was more that I was wanting today. I watched his naked butt move away, down the hall, away from my view. I slid from the table and followed him, gathering my clothing on the way. I had never before walked around the house naked, at least not on purpose. Even those months that we were making love regularly I would always be dressed. But today I felt different, as if being naked in my own home was the greatest thing there was. I stopped, looked around my kitchen, and dropped my robe and gown to the floor. I walked to the sink, then to the table where I quickly wiped away puddles of my own secretions. I wondered if any neighbors had been window peeping. If they were, or had been, they would know more about me than they should.

By the time I finished my shower Matt was dressed. "I will be home around noon today. What time will you leave the hospital for lunch?"

"Well, I guess around noon. Would that be OK?"

"Perfect!" We both knew the meaning. It would be our final moments before filling the house.

When I got home his car was in the driveway. "Matt?" "Matt?" I called out but he didn't answer. I laid my coat and purse on the table and made my way down the hall. I didn't see him until I turned into my bedroom. He was there, in my bed, apparently naked. 

"You're a little late."

I had stepped out of my shoes and was unbuttoning my blouse as he watched. "You think so? Well, maybe I can make up for it."

I undressed as quickly as I could and crawled under the sheets beside him. We kissed, I held and stroked his erection he rubbed my breasts and then suckled them. I bent down and took him in my mouth, for a brief time as I wanted him deeply inside me. I straddled his body and held his massive erection as I positioned myself over it. I slid down until he was fully impaled inside me. I sat there motionless enjoying the sensation that filled my vagina. I began moving slowly, up and down, in and out, enjoying the feeling of his hard manhood against my clitoris. We moved together in harmony until I began to feel my orgasm and it arrived. He came, filling me again, and I felt it leaking out and onto his stomach.

He was holding me and I was thinking aloud. "There is something I would like to talk to you about. How is Christy? I mean, I know you have been dating her for several months but I'm not sure where or how your relationship is with her. I guess I'm worried that you and I are, or will, interfere with what you may have with her."

"Our relationship is just fine. I mean we like each other and take care of each other. We aren't having intercourse, if that's what you're asking. We, uh, we do take care of each other's needs in our own way. She is saving her virginity for marriage."

"Ah! Admirable of her. So are you ---?"

"She sucks me, I eat her out. The only person I fu--, er, have sex with is you, only you 

I wanted to shout that I was his only intercourse lover. I leaned my head into his shoulder and felt so proud and so wanted. We were quiet for a while and then I became motherly again. "You need to shower and go back to work. Mike and Angie should be arriving in a few hours and I have so much to do. Um, let's see. I need to change this bed, wash sheets and towels, fix the bed in the basement, and, uh, many more things. I thought we would let Mike and Angie sleep in your room and you could stay in the spare basement room. Ok?"

"I had already figured that out, Mom." The 'Mom' part was pronounced hard and it hurt. I guess I was babbling on like a Mom, not like a lover who had just been fully satisfied.

He left me without saying much and went to shower. I began stripping the bed and getting the house in order. He came out of his room ready to return to work. "Mom?"

"In here."

"Look. I'm sorry for acting like a child. I guess I felt like one just then. You know I love you and how much I love being with you, don't you? Well because of the way I feel sometimes when you talk I feel like a little boy and I don't think of us that way."

His words were a ton of bricks, truth. "I, uh, I understand. I won't treat you like a child ever again." 

"I've gotta go. I'll see you this evening."

He started out the door but stopped and turned back around to me. I was wearing only a big t-shirt when he pulled me to him and kissed me. I could feel his body pressing into me and his hands were caressing my ass. He kissed me like his lover.

I watched him drive away then turned on the Christmas tree lights. I was still in that t-shirt and I smelled of sex, wonderful sex. I did as much of my work as I could before showering as I wanted to keep the feel and smell of what we had done.

Around 3 hours later my eldest son and his wife arrived. Mike looked trim and fit as a good Army Sergeant should. Angie was her beautiful slender self, her dark brown hair pulled back into a small pony tail. It would be a long time before I could have Matt again, or so I thought.

I hope you enjoyed this portion. If so there will be more to follow.



Matt & I Ch. 03



Please read Matt and I chapters 1 and 2 for the events leading to this.


I showered and dressed after cleaning up from our lovemaking and getting everything ready for Mike and Angie. It was only a short while later they arrived. In a way I was disappointed as I had been working around the house nearly naked and I was relishing the freedom.

Mike was trim, standing tall, looking every bit like the professional soldier he was. Angie looked spectacular, neat, trim also, with her brown hair cascading around her shoulders accentuating her blue eyes. "You're here!" I shouted as they made their way through the door. I laughed at myself for saying that because it was an obvious statement.

Mike smiled and chuckled and Angie smiled as well as they both moved toward me and began hugging me. "Hi Mom", Mike said as he wrapped his strong arms around me. "You look good. Have you lost weight?" I just smiled. It was Angie's turn and her arms were softly around me, "Hi Mom. It is good to see you again." She meant it, she really did.

We had an hour or so of small talk about all kinds of things particularly about his pending deployment that would take him away for almost a year. Mike is my stepson, even though I raised him from the time he was 4 years old he is just like a son. I realized years ago that you don't have to give birth to a child to think of them as your own. Mike was like that. I chided them about having children and they gave me the usual response, they were working on it.

"How's Matt?" 

I turned around while beginning to prepare dinner and answered. "He's good, very good. He's working every day and going to school but I think he'll be home in about half an hour. You Dad wasn't sure what time he would get home."

I had turned back to the counter when Mike took my breath away. "How are you and Matt doing?"

"What? What are you, what does that mean?"

"Matt got drunk when he came to visit us and told me about the two of you even though I am sure he didn't intend to. I know that you and Matt are having sex, or making love, or fucking, whatever term you prefer. So, how are you and Matt doing?"

His face was unchanged and even Angie's expression was without shock. I was shocked, concerned and unsure of how to pursue this or even if I should. "I'm sure Matt was just talking out of fantasy, I mean ---"

"I don't think so Mom and the look on your face, well, it sort of proves it. We think it's great! I have suspicioned for some time that Dad was not taking care of you although I'm not sure why, so having Matt in your bed is logical. Is it good?"

"How can you ask me a question like that, I'm your mother for God's sake!"

Before Mike or I could speak further Angie stood up and came to me. "Mom, it's OK, it really is and I think it's terrific. I guess it's time we told you a few things before Matt or Dad gets home. Why don't you sit down, you may need to."

We all sat around the table as Angie began an explanation that would soon change my life again. "I have been involved in a sexual relationship with my dad and my grandfather for a long time. I didn't tell Mike until a couple of years ago; thank God he understands and is such a great husband. He knew I wasn't a virgin when we got married but he never asked about it. We, uh, we have been getting together with my parents and, uh, well, OK I'll just get it out there, Mike has been having sex with my mother or with my sister Darlene while I was doing it with dad."

I sat there stunned unable to respond to what I had just heard but there was a stirring inside me, a familiar stirring that Matt had been taking care of. 

"Do you want me to go on?" I nodded. "We are limited to our family, we aren't swingers you know, going out looking for strange sex but we aren't limited in who we have sex with within the family. My grandparents join us often, grandpa has sex with me, Darlene or Mom and Mike has been to bed with grandma." Angie reached over and put her hand on mine. "I have sex with my mother and my sister and I like it."

The stirring inside me continued to mount as instantly the thought of Angie's naked body near me came into my head and I felt wet, very wet. I had never given real thought to having sex with another woman, Oh yeah, some fantasies during the night, but never the urge to pursue it. But here, this young woman, my daughter, was making me wet and making me think about that very idea.

"I, we, wanted you to know so you wouldn't think we would expose the two of you. If you two want to be together while we're here we'll give you the privacy, we know how it is." She paused, and then blew out a breath. "Now, here's the big one. Oh, hell Mike, you tell her."

Mike put his hand on mine as well. "Mom, I love you as if you were my own real mother, and in most ways you are. When I was growing up I would try my best to peek on you when you were bathing or getting dressed and I would often masturbate at the thought of having sex with you. I've seen you naked and I've watched you and Dad having sex and I don't want to peek anymore, and I don't want to masturbate, I want to make love to you if you will have me."

I was in shock and turned to look at Angie while trying to process the past few moments and what I was going to say. Before I could she spoke. "I want to be with you too, if you will let me. You're a beautiful woman and I am attracted to you."

I sat at the table with Mike holding one hand, Angie the other and a head filled with rapidly flowing thoughts of sex with Mike, with Matt, even Angie. I am a professional woman but at that moment I was dumb struck, no speech, no argument, no agreement not even movement. Before I could gather real thoughts Matt came through the door carrying a six pack of beer and a couple bottles of wine.

"Hey! How about it brother?" He leaned down and kissed Angie on the cheek, then shook hands with Mike after putting down his larder. When he turned to me I could see a strange look on his face, a questioning look. "Mom, are you alright?"

I reached out to touch his hand. "We were just talking about –". I couldn't just blurt out that we were talking about sex, our sex, but Mike handled it. 

"Matt, we were just telling Mom that we know about your relationship. You spilled the beans when you came up last month and got drunk." I saw his face turn ashen as he feared his brother would tell Harry. "We approve because we are involved with her family just like you and Mom. I told Mom that, well, um, uh, well I want to have a relationship with her like yours, and Angie wants to be involved too." Mike went on to explain more and repeat what he had told me earlier. Angie too added to the story telling about her family and more of the background. 

Matt grabbed a chair and almost fell into it. His mouth was agape as he looked at me and he was trembling. I moved to him and took his head in my arms, against my breasts and just held him. "Are, are we OK Mom?"

"I think we are son, I think we are. I think we may be moving into a part of our lives that we weren't ready for and have to handle very carefully." I really wanted to take him to the bedroom and rip his clothing away and make hard and fast love to him, just fuck him, but there wasn't time and this wasn't the right time.

I reverted to being parental, getting Mike and Angie settled in the guest room and beginning dinner. Matt came up from the basement and put his arms around me. "I love you." I could feel his breath on my neck, his arms just below my breasts, and his manhood pressing into my ass. He wanted me as much as I needed him. "Does, does Angie want to do it with me? And Mike with you, I mean, won't that change things?"

I patted his arms as I stirred the slow cooking food. "I know honey, I know but they have already changed things and this isn't the time to talk." I heard Harry's truck come into the driveway and knew it was time to put on the wife face and get the family oriented. A lot of thoughts were going through my head about tonight, tomorrow, perhaps even months ahead. Could I accept a relationship with Mike? Could I accept or even get involved in a sexual relationship with Angie? This would be a Christmas to remember.

End Chapter 3, more to follow.



Matt & I Ch. 04



Please read Matt and I, chapters 1, 2, and 3 before reading this chapter. This is fiction in its purest form.


Dinner that night was almost as usual. I say almost, as Matt was quieter than usual and Harry dominated the discussion with Mike about the Army and his deployment. I could see that Matt was confused, concerned, and taken back by the day's events. I couldn't go to him like I wanted, hold him, comfort him, and touch him. Angie also sensed the mood and did her best to liven the conversation. As best I could tell Harry did not suspect a change in mood, he was just happy to have his family around.

Harry had to rise early the next day so he excused himself at his normal bed time. Matt too disappeared leaving the three of us sitting in silence neither sure of what to say or even if there was need to say anything. 

I tried my best to sleep, laying there listening to Harry's snoring, but my mind whirled like a shiny ball in a dance hall. So many thoughts, Matt, Mike, Angie, and even her family clouded any chance for sleep. I slipped on my robe and slippers and started down the hall. Angie was coming from the bathroom and we met. "How about a cup of tea?"

She followed me to the kitchen and I began heating water. We spoke little until the tea was made and we sat at the table in the dim light from the stove. I could see her soft young face in that light, the softness of her lips, her beautiful blue eyes. I had never looked at a woman this way that is admiring the beauty but worse thinking what it would be like to be kissed by those young soft lips. Even more startling to me was that I had never looked at Angie like this before. I had looked at her, but never into her as I was now. Her eyes met mine as I was looking at her and she smiled. "Would you like more tea?"

She nodded and passed her cup to me. As I was heating the water again I felt her move behind me. Her arms went around me and I could feel her body pressing against me and I turned in her arms. She stood perhaps 3 inches taller; she bent forward and put her lips to mine. I didn't know how the kiss would feel but it was wonderful, so soft, so touching, then so demanding as our lips parted and our tongues were dancing inside the passionate embrace. I surrendered to her, to whatever she wanted, to whatever she wanted from me.

She reached behind me and turned off the stove then led me to the den. We stood at the sofa where she untied my robe and let it fall to the floor then lifted my gown above my head and tossed it aside. I helped her as she removed her robe and gown and I marveled at the taut firm body of the girl/woman in front of me. We kissed again and our bodies pressed together, soft flesh against hardening nipples, legs touching, toes moving in a strange dance, and our hands feeling, touching, groping and demanding more.

She pressed me back onto the sofa and began suckling at my breasts; my somewhat sagging breasts with big nipples and she took the time to taste, suck, nip, and adore each one, then moved back to my mouth to kiss me once again. My hands flew to her breasts fondling her smaller nipples that grew hard beneath my palms. In my career I had given mammograms, helping and touching many breasts, but not like this, no not like this, never exciting me until now.

When she broke the kiss she urged me onto my back and she lowered herself between my now outstretched legs. I could feel her breath on my stomach and her tongue as she moved beneath the triangle of unshaven hair to taste my most private part. She licked upward from the bottom of my vagina then inside my opening, darting her tongue in and out, then up until she was at my clitoris. She licked, nipped, sucked, and made circles around it and I began to cum. My orgasm was unlike any I had before, even unlike the wonderful orgasms Matt had given me. And, oh yes, once again I moved into that darkness, that place where neither time nor space exists, and I could feel my body pushing up against her mouth as I shuddered and came in a quiet explosion.

She held me as I came down from the top of that climactic moment, begin to breathe normally and return to the present. "Angie, I've never felt like this before" I whispered to her. "I'm, I'm not sure what to do honey."

She kissed me and I could taste the tart juices of my vagina and my orgasm. "Just do what you feel like. If you don't feel like doing anything, that's fine too."

I was in a nervous state, unsure of what to do or even if I wanted to do it, but I wanted to explore this new feeling, this new state of excitement. I slid from beneath her and replaced myself above her, edging down until I was between her legs. Her clean shaven vagina was now before my eyes in the dim light and I just stared. I put my tongue to the hood that hid her clitoris and there was no taste, only the sensation of my tongue against her flesh, against her clitoris. I began manipulating the hood, then licking harder, and with more insistence until I could feel her body moving beneath me. I licked the hard clit as it grew and she came, exuding the tangy woman fluids that filled my mouth and covered my chin; she softly moaned as she pushed against my face and mouth. 

I moved to her, kissed her, and shared her own secretions with her. Then we held each other in a naked warm embrace for a long time. Neither of us spoke, we just held each other. "We should go to bed" I urged and she agreed as we dressed and made our way to our respective bedrooms. 

I didn't know if Mike had been aware of our liaison but Harry continued to snore and sleep soundly. It took some time for me to doze into a satisfied slumber. There were many thoughts still dancing in my head but one curiosity had been sated, very well sated.

Harry had his breakfast and left for work, the words were few, as normal, only to say he would work half a day on Christmas Eve. Christmas, three days away, two days alone with Mike and Angie, no days alone with Matt and a lot of things left to do. 

Matt came up from the basement dressed in his scrubs. "Do you have to work Christmas Eve?" I asked hoping the answer would be no.

"No. We're going to be closed that day. Not sure, but I think we're closing early the 23rd as well. Are you OK?" He cocked his head as he looked at me, questioning me.

"Yeah, no, but yeah, I'm OK."

"I uh, I don't have to go to work for another hour, I just wasn't sure if Mike and Angie were up. I uh, I would like you to, uh, that is if you want to, uh –"

I looked at the sparkling eyes of my beautiful son and the childish look he had on his face, the look of when he got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Come with you?"

I asked before he could finish.

"Uh huh."

I followed him to the basement where I have an office and we have a spare living suite. I watched as he quickly removed his scrubs; his beautiful cock was already at full attention leaving no doubt as to what he wanted. I quickly dropped my robe and pulled my gown over my head and before he could move I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth. He began to moan as I slid his cock and bulging head between my lips and as far into my mouth as I could stand. I cupped his testicles and sucked him.

"I don't want you to cum yet" I scolded as I stood then laid back on his bed. "I want you in me. Fuck me!" I had never used that word with him before as I rarely ever say or think it. But right then I wanted him inside me; I wanted him to pound me, to take me, to press me into the bed with each push. He quickly entered me, sliding into my already wet tunnel and burying his cock completely inside me. I threw my arms around his virile young body and my legs around his to push his body as far into me as he would go. He didn't disappoint me.

He rode me hard, pressing into me then withdrawing only to lunge back into me. I was in heaven enjoying my son's cock, enjoying my son's attack on my vagina, enjoying the orgasm I could feel pending. Then it came, the pleasant and wonderful darkness of my orgasm, that spinning of my body into space, and the warmth that spreads from my toes and tingles throughout me. As I was coming down I felt his cock harden more then shoot his semen into me. He held me tight and pressed himself as far into me as he could as he finished unloading his young semen. I almost came again from the feel of him and I enjoyed his climax.

He was still inside me as he raised himself on his arms and looked at me. "You've never said that before. Not that I can remember anyway."

"Never said what honey?"

"Fuck me! You said it a while ago."

"Oh, that. Yeah, you're right, I said it. I'm, I'm sorry baby; it's something I don't normally say but I wanted and needed you so badly. Do you forgive me?"

"There's nothing to forgive. I had just never heard you use that word before, even when you were mad at Dad or hurt yourself working in the yard. It just surprised me, that's all. You can use it anytime you want. My ears aren't virgin either."

We laughed as he withdrew from me and lay beside me. He stroked my breasts and made the nipples stand tall. He leaned over to suck first one then the other and his hand rubbed my somewhat round belly and then my legs and his fingers slid between my wet vaginal lips saturated with his cum. I reached between us, feeling for his cock, it was growing again.

"Your cock, it's –"

He just groaned "yeah" as he moved atop me again and unceremoniously pushed himself inside me. I was amazed, surprised, and a willing participant in yet another love making session with him. This one lasted longer for him, pleasantly so, as he brought me to two quaking orgasms before he finally came. 

My legs were shaking but my body was so wonderfully fulfilled. I didn't want him to leave, just to lay beside me, hold me, tell me how much he loved me, be my lover and my beautiful son. But he had to shower and go to work.

On somewhat wobbly legs I made my way to the stairs. I turned to see him enter the shower, his taut firm butt, his strong legs, and I wanted to join him, but thought better of it. I made my way upstairs to see Mike sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee.

"Good morning Mom."

I waited for him to crack some kind of joke or make some statement that would allude to Matt and me making love, but he didn't.

"Morning son. Have, have you been up long?"

"Long enough to make coffee. The pot was on but the coffee had gotten stale, to I made some fresh. Can I get you a cup?"

"No, no, not right now. I'm going to shower and get dressed. I, uh, I have a lot to do today; you know, getting things together and all." Mike surprised me; he didn't say anything catty or snide. He usually has some remark lurking inside his head that has to come out, often at the most inappropriate time. Perhaps he didn't know about, well, about things that happened.

Angie was coming from the bedroom as I made my way down the hall. She stopped me, holding my arm softly. "Are you OK? You look weary?"

"Yes honey, I'm fine. I guess I didn't get much sleep so I'm a little tired, that's all."

She patted my hand, "I hope I wasn't the cause of you being tired" she said in a whisper.

I just shook my head and left her. I needed a shower, I needed to think, I needed to plan how to handle the hours or days ahead, and I needed to plan how to tell Mike that as much as I love him I didn't want him for a lover. This wasn't going to be easy since I had enjoyed Angie so much.

To Be Continued.



Matt & I Ch. 05



Please read Matt & I, chapters 01 through 04 for events leading to this fictional scenario.

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The water felt very warm, very good, very soothing, and a relaxing way to think. I just stood there with the warmth cascading over me, into my hair, across my breasts, and thought; thought about last night and this morning; I thought about the taboos I had broken in the past few months, and one I would probably break again and again. I couldn't help but to think back to last night, touching and holding Angie, then tasting her forbidden fruit. I couldn't believe that I wanted to do that but even more how much I enjoyed being with another woman. I reveled in the memory of this morning, of being in Matt's arms and having his wonderful hard manhood in me. It hit me that I had become a sexually charged woman. I had never before been a wanton woman, I had been happy with the sexual activity of my husband, but now that I had found love with Matt and all the other happenings I became more aware of sex and my sexual needs. I call it my sexual awakening.

I quickly dressed and in passing Mike and Angie's room noticed the movement inside. The door was fully open and Angie was on her knees with his cock in her mouth and her hands massaging his testicles. She turned slightly to see me standing there and winked before releasing his cock letting me see his beautiful hard manhood for the first time, and then she moved atop him took him inside. I didn't stay to watch; I closed the door, had I stayed I might have stripped and joined them in that bed. At that moment I confirmed that I would not hold to my vow and I would have sex with Mike. I had told myself I wasn't going to become Mike's lover and right now I didn't need or want another cock in me. Matt had satisfied me, again. 

It was about half an hour before Angie joined me, freshly bathed, her hair damp but flowing beautifully around her face. She had on jeans and a white t-shirt top and was barefoot. I hadn't noticed her feet before, but they were slim, trim, and the toes had been professionally painted. Perhaps that was why she was barefoot, so I would notice. 

"Can I fix you something?"

"No. I'll just have some coffee." She poured herself a cup and sat at the kitchen table. I could tell she wanted to talk. "Mom, what happened this morning? Mike came to me and didn't give me a chance to brush my teeth or really get awake before he was on me. I'm not complaining, just wondering."

I poured myself a coffee and sat down with her. "Mike saw me come up from the basement and knew I had been with Matt. I know he was jealous and I could tell he wanted sex. Does he know about last night with you and me?" She shook her head. "I mean, I have Matt and I love him so and I don't want to jeopardize that and have Mike blurting that out at some inopportune time. Matt seemed rather concerned, I don't mean afraid, but concerned at the thought of being with you, I think he may be afraid that it will harm his and my relationship and I certainly didn't tell him about us. I guess I think more now of being with Mike since looking at you two. It made me think about it."

There was a long silence, Angie not speaking, nor I, just the sound of sipping coffee. Then I continued. "I've given a lot of thought to all of it, your family relationship, you and I having sex, Matt as my love, and Mike wanting me as he does. If any of this ever got to Harry I'm not sure how he would react. Maybe, just maybe it would bring him out of this shell he is in and he would talk to me or maybe he would want you then I would know that it is me turning him off. I'm meandering aren't I? I guess I'm thinking out loud and I'm also not sure it makes a lot of sense, but what I'm trying to say is that I am confused, excited, dazed, and scared."

"Mom, I'm no expert at family, I mean I've told you about our relationship but through it all there is love. I mean, I know my parents love me and even my sister, in her own way, but maybe we use sex as our way of showing that love. It's easy to say I love you, but really showing it is difficult. I wish, oh, sometimes I wish it was different, but it's what I grew up with and it's what I know and understand. When we made love the other night it was wonderful and I felt like you loved me and I loved you and we showed it to each other."

I looked at her amazing blue eyes and saw they were damp, tears forming at the corners. "I do love you, I mean you're my daughter, but much like the daughter I never had. What, what happened the other night was new to me, you know that, and I'm not sure if it was expressing my love for you or if it was, well, experimenting. I don't regret it honey, don't think that, it was just new and exciting, and, oh hell, and maybe it will happen again."

She reached out for my hand, "I do hope so. It was wonderful."

The rest of the morning was uneventful, each of us doing chores around the house or going out shopping for food or Christmas presents. Matt came home early, right after lunch, kissed me on the cheek and disappeared downstairs to study. Mike and Angie followed him by only minutes. After unloading their packages Angie made her way downstairs; Matt's studies were to be interrupted. 

Mike wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him. "Angie and I made a decision. She's going to spend some time with Matt so I can spend some time with you. Are you OK with that?"

I felt myself trembling, wondering if I was scared or excited or perhaps both. "By spending time do you mean --?"

"Uh huh, making love; right now." He leaned down, kissed me hard, pressing his tongue into my opening mouth. I could feel his hands roaming my body, across my ass, and then feeling my breasts through the layers of cloth, and I could feel his erection against my stomach. I broke the kiss, took his hand, and led him to the bedroom he shared with Angie. I would not take him to my bed, the bed I shared with Harry and Matt.

I stood before him and undressed, quickly, so he could stare at the aging body, the sagging breasts, and the nipples that had already grown to their fullest. He didn't speak, he removed his clothes and his cock was hard. I made note that he and Matt were almost the same size as I dropped to my knees and took him between my lips. I heard him moan, felt his hands on the back of my head, and savored the feel of his cock, the large head, the glans beneath, and the pleasure I was at last giving him.

I didn't want him to cum, not in my mouth. I lay back onto the bed and I thought he would enter me, but instead he spread my legs and kissed and nibbled down my leg until he was at my vaginal opening. His tongue danced from the base, past the opening, and to my clit where he licked, nibbled, and sucked. I was once again swept into that abyss of disappearance where only the pleasure surging through my body was important and all consuming. I was aware of my hands gripping the sheets and my toes curling as ripples of pleasure darted through me.

Then he entered me; sliding his hardness fully into me with one stroke and filling my cavity with his cock. He was atop me and his body was lunging and withdrawing. I was on the verge of another orgasm when he groaned and I felt his cock spurt its semen, splashing about in my vagina and giving me a wonderful feeling of at last surrendering to my other son. He held me for some time and I felt loved. Michael is not one to say he loves me but at that moment I could understand what Angie was saying that the sex expressed love.

I twisted to face him and reached between us for his cock and stroked it to life again. He was nearly erect when I moved down to take him into my mouth, tasting the remains of his semen and my vaginal secretion. I wanted to taste him, perhaps compare him to Matt, so I began to suck him and I savored the feel, the smell, the taste and the reaction of his body as finally he came in my mouth and I swallowed it all, licking away the last drops from the tip. It was different; he tasted less desirable, but not sickening.

"You didn't have to do that", he said when I moved back to face him.

"I know. I wanted to; I wanted to taste you and, um, show you that I do love you and enjoy having made love to you."

We talked more about things not associated with our sexual activity, but about him, about Angie, about his deployment. He held me naked in his arms, but our conversation was much like the mother and son we are. After I left the bed I thought back to those moments, regarding the fact that we were both naked, had just had sex, yet we acted as if all things were normal. Perhaps they were.

I left Mike and quickly showered being unsure when Harry would get home, but it was still early and I had plenty of time. The shower felt good and gave me those lone moments to consider what I had done and where I should allow this to go. I had enjoyed Mike and had given in to his desire but I didn't want him for a lover; I really didn't want, at that moment, to have sex with him again. I touched my breasts and my big nipples sprang to attention and I rubbed them then I touched myself, my clit, and was soon picturing Matt and Angie below me. How she must feel with him inside her and how he must feel having this lovely young woman in his bed. I didn't realize I was rubbing myself but I stopped, leaned against the shower and cast out the vision of the two of them. Downstairs Matt was enjoying the attention of his sister and Angie was enjoying him. I was sure she was feeling the same or similar intense pleasures he has been giving me and will surely give me in the future. 

I was beginning dinner; Mike joined me, sitting at the table drinking some of the good Cabernet I had bought earlier when Angie came up from the basement wearing only a t-shirt and carrying the remainder of her clothes. I turned to look at Mike and he winked at his wife then at me, she smiled back at him then said "I'm going to grab a shower then I'll help you with dinner." She looked at me, smiled then moved to kiss me on the neck and cheek. "You could join me," she whispered as she turned and made her way down the hall.

"Take your time honey, I've got everything planned." I could see her beautiful tight butt as she turned away and I wanted to run to her, touch her soft cheeks, but I didn't. I had to fight that desire. I silently scolded myself for thinking of her that way, after all I had just been to bed with her husband, my son, and she with my other son. I was again in some form of sexual desire and began to shake, uncontrollably. "I'll be right back", I said to Mike and moved down the hall.

The door to their bathroom was open and I could see Angie's outline through the opaque curtain. I stood in the doorway and watched her move beneath the cascading water and wanted to undress and join her. I was still shaking, shaking because of a realization that I had become a sexually charged woman who wanted and enjoyed sex more than ever in my life and all this in only a few days. I looked at the clock; it would be a couple of hours before Harry would leave the job site. I thought of the sex she had just had with Matt and began to tingle with that elusive excitement. I chewed on my lower lip as I quickly undressed and stepped into the shower behind her. She turned, we kissed, we touched, I smelled the freshness of her body, and I savored the feel of her breasts against me and the feel of my growing nipples against her softness. I kept replaying my vision of her with Matt and I sought release.

She turned off the water and we toweled each other before moving to the bed. I tossed my discarded clothing to the floor and joined her. Our kisses became heated, long, and passionate; our breathing labored, our hands roaming soft skin, our bodies pressed tightly almost forming into one person. I couldn't stand it, I had to taste her, I had to enjoy her womanhood again, wanted to bring her to orgasm. I pressed her back against the bed and slid quickly between her legs letting the clean aroma of her vagina fill my nose. I licked between her lips from base to the opening that had been recently filled by Matt's wonderful cock. I tasted her, tasting the tangy sweetness of her and feeling her body move as I let my tongue dart in and out, much like a cock. I began rubbing her clit with my finger then replaced it with my tongue, licking hard against the nub then making circles around it. I put my finger inside her and moved to find her magical G spot. I could tell by her moans and her movements that I had succeeded. I continued my ministrations until her moans became louder, her body pressed against my mouth and her fluids began flowing over my tongue.

I hadn't noticed movement near us but when I looked up Mike was also on the bed, naked, sucking on her nipples as she came. He looked at me and smiled as he released her breast from his mouth. "Beautiful isn't she, and delicious."

"Yes. Yes, honey, she is."

Angie moved from beneath me, "It's my turn Mom. You were so wonderful and I came so hard. I love you."

"I love you too", I replied and again replayed her statements about sex displaying love as I lay back and she began making love to my needing body. Mike began touching and toying with my nipples as Angie began her oral attack on me. With both of them working on me it didn't take long to reach orgasm. I thought again of her with Matt and felt her tongue on my clit and I began to shake, to constrict from my toes upward, and flow into that wonderful darkness of orgasm. 

Mike moved behind her and slid his cock into her then began the rhythmic movement of intercourse and I could see Angie's eyes close, her lips tighten, and her body relish once again the entry of a hard cock. I cannot understand or explain why, but I moved around so I could watch his cock slide in and out of her wetness. I had never been a voyeur but it was so exciting to be that close, to see his hard wet cock, to hear the squishing sounds of his entry and withdrawal, and the aroma of their sex mixed with my own. I watched transfixed until he finally came inside her and I could see his semen dripping from her. I came to reality and quickly rose from the bed, gathered my clothing and cleaned myself up.

As I began preparing dinner, again, I asked myself just what in the hell I was doing. I replayed what had just happened, that I was having a lesbian affair with my daughter in front of her husband and allowed him to create a ménage-a-trios. What had I become, where was I going, how could I allow this to happen? It was bad enough being in love with my son, having him as a lover, but allowing my stepson and his wife to become part of my sexual being was overpowering. I thought also of Harry, why he couldn't or wouldn't make love to me and feared his reaction to all of us if he ever found out. 

I heard Matt come up from the basement; he put his arms around me, kissed me on the neck and casually asked when dinner would be ready. As I was answering him I heard Harry pull into the driveway. When he came through the garage door I went to him and kissed him like I hadn't kissed him in a long time. I expected him to push me away, but he didn't, he held me tightly and I relish that moment.

I looked up at him, "I love you and I don't think I've told you that in a long time, but I do."

He hugged me to him again, "I know, I've always known, and I love you too. Is there something wrong?"

"No. Absolutely not, I'm just in a wonderful Christmas spirit with my family around me and I wanted to share that spirit with you. And, I'm glad you're home safe. OK?"

"You bet", he answered and continued hugging me. "Best news though is that I don't have to go in tomorrow. We have Christmas Eve off."

I was touched with happiness and sadness at his statement; happy that all my family would be around sharing the holiday and we could do things together, but sad that some of our more personal activities would be halted. I convinced myself that this was best as it would give me time to think and consider where I wanted this to go and the others time to be themselves and not adjunct lovers.

We had the rest of the Cabernet with dinner then opened another afterward. Matt announced he was meeting friends and would be home later. I was glad he was going out as he needed to be with some of his old friends and take a break from school and studies, and perhaps even a break from me. The four of us sat around talking, as family would do, then watching some holiday movies on television. Harry began to doze in his favorite recliner and I encouraged him to go to bed. It wasn't long before the rest of us chose to do the same.

I was cleaning up when Matt came in. "You're home kind of early! Anything wrong?"

"Ah, no, everything's fine. We just weren't in a mood to sit around and booze it up. Danny has a late date with Christine and Marty has to leave early in the morning to visit relatives. And me, well, I have a wonderful home to come back to."

He came up behind me, wrapped his arms around me, and nuzzled my ear. "Has everyone gone to bed?"

"Yeah, but don't go rushing into ideas young man. We need to do some talking about things, and you know what I'm talking about."

"Me and Angie" he said in a disappointed tone like being caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Yeah, let's go downstairs."

Matt told me that he was at first unsure of touching or being with her, but as the moments passed and she undressed, his cock grew; his questioning gave way to desire and gave way to being inside her. She sucked him, mounted him, and he came inside her. He later rolled atop her, entered her again, and took much longer to climax. As he told me I got wet and wanted him atop me but the moment wasn't right.

"I'm not mad about you and Angie son; I knew it was going to happen. Mike and Angie planned it maybe even worked on the proper times so she could be with you. I'm not angry or disappointed." I sat back and cleared my throat. I decided not to tell him, just to let him know that his being with Angie was alright and did not affect us. "It's getting late and I need to get to sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

As I was leaving the room he took hold of my arm, spun me around, and kissed me hard and deeply, with the passion I had become accustomed to. "I love you Mom. I won't do it with Angie again."

"I love you son, but don't promise me something like that. You're young and she is very pretty and she has a; uh, she has a uh beautiful personality." I almost said beautiful vagina, but caught myself in time, actually I was about to blurt out 'pussy' for some reason, a description I rarely use. "Good night honey."

"Good night Mom."

The next day was Christmas Eve and we spent the day doing familiar family things. Angie helped me get food ready for the next day and went grocery shopping with me. With Harry home the events of previous days did not repeat themselves, everyone was on best behavior. 

My wonderful husband helped himself to several fingers of single malt scotch that evening and was soon snoring in his chair. With my help he retired to bed followed closely by Mike, who had shared the liquor. Angie and I cleaned up from the evening assisted by Matt. I noticed her rubbing his cock thinking I didn't see. He was returning the favor by rubbing her beautiful round butt. I knew where this was going, I thought.

"I'll say good night to you two. See you in the morning."

It was Angie who reached for my arm, "No, come with us, please."

I looked at Matt, then Angie; she was smiling, but he looked unsure. I wasn't sure I wanted to be in bed with my son and his new lover, my lover also, but the temptation was great; more of my sexual awakening. I turned off the kitchen light and followed them to the basement. Once in the bedroom Angie quickly stripped then began removing Matt's garments. I watched as his cock sprang from his boxers and she dropped to her knees taking as much of it as she could into her mouth. Matt was moaning, and then looked at me, pleading silently for me to join them. I undressed and moved to his side. He put his arm around me and massaged my breasts encouraging my nipples to their hardest. He moved me close and kissed me, a full passionate kiss with his tongue dancing inside with mine. 




Matt & I Ch. 05



Angie stood, and it was my turn to take the hard manhood into my mouth. I looked up to see him and Angie kiss then see his eyes clench as I knew he was about to cum. I let him, I let his semen flow into my mouth and then down my throat. I love the taste of him and would never deny him cumming in my mouth. 

He pushed Angie to the bed and spread her legs, moving quickly to let his mouth and tongue settle on her clit. He was licking and sucking and she was wriggling beneath him and making soft sounds that showed her approaching orgasm. She reached out for me, pulled me to her, and we kissed. I wasn't sure if Matt was watching but it didn't matter any more. As the old saying goes, 'the cat was out of the bag'. She came while we were kissing and held my mouth to hers until her body relaxed.

I looked at Matt and at his questioning gaze. "Yes, honey. Angie and I are, we're, well we've been together."

His face changed to a full grin. "Fantastic!" He said as he pulled me to him and kissed me. "My Mom likes girls too; and likes my brother." I didn't have time to question him on how he knew. He pushed me back so Angie could move between my legs to give me a wonderful climax. Matt lay beside me, kissing me, fondling my breasts and rubbing her back as she dutifully licked and sucked me. He whispered in my ear "It's OK you know, doing it with Mike. He's your son too." I just looked at him as I came, appreciating my young understanding son. He was hard again and moved behind her and slid into her and came. It was a wonderful way to end the day and explain to Matt how things had changed. He already knew.

To be continued...



Matt & I Ch. 06



Please read chapters1 through 5 before reading this Chapter 06.

This is a fictional story.

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The Christmas holidays passed without any further experiences between Angie or Mike and me. The following day they left for home to celebrate with her family and prepare for his deployment. Matt spent the day visiting with some of his friends and Melissa. I would learn more about Melissa as time passed. "Liz", Harry spoke bringing me out of a memory, "tomorrow let's go to the mountains for a couple of days. I've made reservations at a B&B for the two of us. Just a little get-away for us."

How could I refuse? It was a beautiful trip; the air crisp and clean and the roads barely traveled. We stopped at an old store filled with antiques and collectibles. It was fun to shop and I believe Harry truly enjoyed it. We arrived at the B&B in late afternoon and met the other two couples staying there then joined them for dinner before retiring. 

Harry undressed, as usual, but didn't put on pajamas; he crawled into the bed naked. I looked at him and he smiled. "Don't put anything on. Just come to bed naked with me" he said as he laid open the covers for me.

There was excitement in me, excitement that perhaps his libido had returned and he wanted to make love. I undressed and turned out the lights. The full winter moon lit the room with a blue hue. I could see Harry's eyes following my body as I made my way to the bed. He pulled me to him, into his arms, and held me against his body, then kissed me, wonderfully, fully, passionately, husbandly. I wanted him.

He broke the kiss and edged me gently out of his arms. He moved atop me then down until he was between my outstretched legs. Harry began kissing and licking me and gave me oral pleasure, pleasure he hadn't lavished on me in a long time, and I gave in to his ministrations until my body floated and I climaxed. He moved back beside me and put his arm around me and held me in silence for a long time. He asked me a favor; would I make him cum. I took his flaccid penis in my hand and began stroking and rubbing him. I saw his eyes close at the pleasurable feelings. I moved down and took his softness in my mouth and worked to bring him off. He didn't get erect but he came and I took every drop. It wouldn't be the last time I would do that for him, we would do it often. 

We stayed in each others arms for a long time, enjoying the warmth of the down filled covers and our naked bodies touching. He breathed a heavy sigh then spoke. "Honey, I have something important to tell you so I want you to just hold me and be still until I'm finished."

My heart sank as I was sure he knew of me and the kids and was going to ask for a divorce, but why make love to me?

"I, I have an inoperable cancer, one that has taken away my ability to be a man, what I mean is my ability to get an erection, that is the reason I haven't made love to you for so long. I know I've been distant and I was afraid it was driving us apart. The doctors have given me anywhere from 6 months to a year."

I could hear his words but I only felt my own pain. Years ago I had stood beside doctors as they told families their loved one was dying. I had seen their anguish, and pain and now I was experiencing that same emotional roller coaster myself. "No!" I think I screamed, "we'll get second opinions." 

"I have; more than one and they all agree."

I began to cry, burying my head against his naked chest, feeling the familiarity of his body and seeking his security. I cried for a long time before he spoke again.

"It will get worse honey, painful and I will lose my ability to work and other things. I've made arrangements for you; insurance, the house, other financial considerations that will make a lot of things easier for me. I haven't told the kids, I thought we would tell Matt when we get home and wait to tell Mike as he doesn't need this worry while he's over there." He paused and took a deep breath. "I'm glad you have Matt and the two of you have your special relationship. It will make things better for you down the road."

"What do you mean special relationship?" What did he know? Did he know about our affair or just that we are a close mother and son? I looked at him. 

"Liz, I've known about you and Matt for some time now."

I started to interrupt, but he shushed me.

"At first it really hurt me, I mean I thought about divorce, but then I looked inside where I was hiding this illness from you and hiding the debilitating affects it has on my body and the affect it was and is having on you. Like I said, I thought it was driving us apart. When I came to the realization that I couldn't be the husband I should, I accepted your relationship with Matt and how good it is for you, maybe good for both of you. If you want Matt to know, that is about me knowing, you can tell him, if you wish. I ask that on some occasions you do for me what you did tonight, and that you keep your relationship with him discreet."

What was I to think? My husband had just told me he was dying and that he knew of me sleeping with Matt and that it was OK. I think I loved him more at that moment than I realized. He was thinking of me, not just himself. "Of course I will. You are my husband, my love and my world. You don't need to ask, I will know. And yes, discretion of course."

We talked some more of his illness and his plans, the kind of talk married couples must have when the marriage is about to involuntarily end. 

As the year ended and a new one began we told Matt and he took it well, difficult, but well. I took Matt aside and told him his father's plans, his financial arrangements, and more importantly that he knew about us. He was concerned but I reassured him and admonished him that we would be discreet and not flaunt our relationship in front of his dad. We didn't tell Angie or Mike, hoping the illness would let him live until Mike returned.

Harry retired early that evening and I saw the anguish in Matt's eyes. I went to his bedroom and lay beside him just holding him. He rolled to me and held my face in his hands. He looked at me for a long time, and then leaned in to kiss me. "Make love to me Mom."

I pulled the covers back and slipped my gown over my head. I reached inside his boxers and felt his cock harden at my touch. He groaned softly as I stroked his manhood while he slid the boxers away. His hands were on my body caressing my breasts, rubbing my nipples between his fingers, and then his hand was between my legs, pressing against my wetness until his fingers disappeared inside me. He moved his fingers in and out of me as I stroked him getting me wetter and wetter as seconds passed. 

I could wait no longer and I straddled his body holding his cock as I aimed it at the wet opening where he needed to be. "Yesssss", I hissed as he entered me. I was lifting myself and lowering on his hard manhood enjoying, no loving, the feeling of him inside me and the orgasm he was giving me. I came, came hard, showering his cock with my fluids and trying my best to be quiet. He was still hard, he hadn't cum.

I lifted myself from him and took him in my mouth. I could taste our salty fluids and feel the pulsating hardness of his cock between my lips. I wanted him to cum, I wanted to taste him, and I wanted him to have pleasure to erase some of the bad news. He came, filling my mouth with his semen and I willingly swallowed each drop. 

We held each other barely speaking. I could sense the feelings inside him; the anger at his father's illness and fear at losing him. When I left him to return to my bed I stopped to look at his young form beneath the covers, reflecting on the months we have spent learning to please each other. Then I slid beside Harry and listened to his labored breathing for a long time before I drifted asleep. 

It was March when I went to visit one of our facilities only a couple of hours from Angie, so I made arrangements to stay with her for a few days. She had a wonderful glow about her as she answered the door and pulled me in, into a big hug and a soft kiss on the lips. "I'm so glad you're here."

She took my bag and put it in a spare room then led me to the kitchen where she made tea and we sat at the table. "Mom, I, I'm pregnant!"

I screamed, jumped up, pulled her to me and hugged her. "Does Mike know?" 

"I sent him an e-mail and he's going to call the first chance he gets. I'm so excited."

I could tell. We talked a long time about the pregnancy, her plans, what she needed from Harry and I and many other unrelated things. "How far along are you?"

"Nine weeks."

I began calculating. She had conceived during Christmas. Oh my god! I thought to myself. I blurted out my thoughts. "Is it Mike's or Matt's?"

"It's 100% Hendricks", was her reply.

"That didn't answer my question Angie. I'm sure you know if it is your husband's or your brother's."

She refilled the cups of tea before answering. "Mike has a low sperm count. In fact doctors told us it would practically be a miracle if I got pregnant."

"Then it's Matt's?"

"Let me finish. Mike and I came up with a plan to get Matt to have sex with me and hopefully fertilize my egg. We did, have sex as you know, but I also had sex with Mike the same day or within hours, every time. As far as I am concerned, as far as we're concerned, it is Mike's baby and he is and will be the father."

I sat there stunned, silent, and unable to respond. "You know Matt is no dummy, he's about to be a Veterinarian and I think he will consider his role in your pregnancy and question you about it. What are you going to say to him if he does?"

"That its Mike's baby and Mike is the father. Mike will raise my child; give him or her love and advice of a father, regardless of whose sperm made it to my egg first. We want it that way, it was a decision we made before coming to your house and I am happy, and I know Mike will be as well."

I had little else to say as my arguments would only serve to hurt rather than join the happiness of today. I would be a grandmother; leave it at that.

We enjoyed a modest dinner and a few laughs as the evening grew darker with the early winter hours. I made my way to the guest room and put on my gown and robe preparing for a good rest. Angie came to the door wearing her gown, one that left little to the imagination of her beautiful body beneath. "I don't want to sleep alone tonight." I didn't either and invited her in.

She untied the robe I was wearing and let it fall to the floor then placed her hands beneath the hem of my gown and tugged it over my head. As deftly she removed hers and the two of us stood naked, barely inches apart. We closed the scant distance and kissed, a long passionate and needing kiss, one that had been delayed for some months. It was as if we had not been apart as our bodies melded, our hands roamed, and our needs emerged. Her body was showing the growing belly of her pregnancy and I couldn't help but touch it, rub the growing roundness, and admire her youth and fertility. 

She pulled down the covers and slid beneath holding out her arms to welcome me into the warmth of the covers and her body. She felt amazing, wonderful, soft, and I was once again in the power of desire. We kissed again, more, passion, lust, desire, all of the feelings pouring out through our lips and tongues. Her body was pressed against mine and she felt so soft and wonderful. I couldn't help but caress her breasts and enjoy the feel of her growing nipples, nipples that would soon accommodate a hungry child. 

We touched, we tasted each others breasts, we licked soft skin, then she was between my legs and her tongue was dancing between the lips of my vagina. She dipped into my opening and the feel of her tongue there was indescribable but she soon moved upward where she licked and sucked my clitoris. Her fingers were inside me, touching my depths, finding my g-spot. I could feel that wonderful pleasure sensation beginning in my curled toes and moving upward through my body. Soon the starts of my visual darkness began to emerge and my body flew away into the void, into a wonderful orgasm. 

She moved to lie beside me, holding me in her arms, as my body relaxed and released the last of my orgasm. "That was wonderful", I whispered to her and she kissed me, letting me taste the tart remnants of my orgasmic secretions.

I pressed her back and moved between her thighs. My nose filled with the scent of her womanhood and my tongue felt the soft folds of her lips then found her clit beneath its hood. I wanted her to have the same sensation as me and I worked at it until I felt her push against my face then heard her low moans signaling me she had climaxed. 

We held each other, we kissed, and we felt skin against skin beneath the warm covers of the bed. My grandchild was near, still forming, still growing to birth, but there just the same.

I awoke first the next morning and enjoyed the softness and warmth of her naked body next to me. I rose, made coffee and it wasn't long before she joined. We kissed, not the passionate kisses of the night before, but ones that showed our love for each other. "Do you have plans for today?" I asked.

"I thought we would drive to my parents, if you have no objections. Mom said she hadn't seen you since the wedding and a visit would be nice."

I became nervous and recalled her discussions of sex with her parents. "A visit? Uh, um, are we --"

"No, we aren't. I know what you were thinking and no, it's just a visit. OK?" She laughed and I did also. 

"Does your Mom know about us? I mean, does she know we have slept together?"

"No, I haven't told her. It wouldn't surprise her and I doubt that it would shock her."

The drive to her parents was short and I admired her beauty as we drove. The countryside was beginning to emerge from the winter and the warm late winter sun felt good through the car's windows. Her parents home was a large two-story nestled on several acres. As we entered the driveway I saw the door open and an Annette standing inside, her arms wrapped around her against the cold.

It was a wonderful and pleasurable visit with her inviting me to become more a member of her extended family, then talking about Mike and the baby. There was no discussion of the family sexual relationship or even hints of that. It was, as I said, a very pleasurable visit with a woman I hadn't seen for a long time, a beautiful woman with shining eyes, a woman who would be sharing with me the times of a grandmother.

That night Mike called and was as excited as a potential father could be. He was happy to talk with his beautiful wife and with me and continually expressed his elation at Angie's pregnancy. We went to bed together with no pretense of going to each respective bedroom. We made love, really made love, not just sex and it was so wonderful. I spent a great deal of time tasting her body from head to toe and a long time in between. I held her and knew I had a very special bond with my daughter, a bond that many women would love to have but don't. In the morning we made love again before I had to leave and return home. I thought about her on the return, about her body, about her sex, and about the future, the unsure future.

I made love to Harry, bringing him to climax and watching his flaccid penis spurt the white semen onto my hand and on his stomach. His groans and soft moans told me of the pleasure he was receiving and I felt wonderful. He began to apologize for not being able to enter me but I put my fingers to his lips and kept him quiet. It was not important, what was important was having him beside me as long as I could.

Matt was nearing graduation and our time together had become rare. He needed to study and had to spend many hours at the university. I missed our intimacy but as a mother relished his success and felt so good about his future. I was so looking forward to graduation; to sitting there watching Doctor Hendricks march across the stage, and that day finally came. Harry was there even though his illness was taking a massive toll on his body. He smiled, he applauded, and he beamed with pride at seeing his son receive his diploma.

Harry didn't survive to see his grandson born and I was alone. Matt left to begin his internship and future ownership of a clinic. It was hard seeing him go and knowing he was some 500 plus miles away but Melissa went with him, leaving her position here and getting one as good. She's a beautiful girl and I can see the love in her eyes for Matt and his love for her. He hasn't told her about us and may not as he is unsure of her feelings about the subject particularly since she is pregnant. Matt never mentioned his possible role in Angie's pregnancy and I was glad. 

Mike's unit returned home and it was fantastic seeing him hold his young son as a good father would do. He left the Army to take a lucrative position with a contractor and no longer be away from his family.

Tomorrow the moving company comes to begin packing what I have left. I sold my home, the home Harry and I shared with two boys for many years, and bought a condo about 30 minutes from Mike and Angie. My company president thinks it is wonderful as I will be closer to some of our more troublesome facilities. Angie's parents are helping me get settled, making a lot of the arrangements there, and Annette and I have become very close and foresee our relationship growing.

As I write down all these memories I think back to the start of many changes; having sex with my son, falling in love with him as a mother should not, finding sexual love with my stepson and daughter, and loving my husband until his death. I miss Matt a great deal; I miss making love to him. But I am a much different woman, more alive, more aware of me and my needs, and aware of my desires. Annette is planning a party with just family that may be the beginning of more changes for me and perhaps new adventures.

The End of Matt & I story. New adventures are on the horizon for Liz...