19 comments/ 236339 views/ 36 favorites Mom & 30+ Years Ch. 01 By: Momstheboss My mom split early on. Can't blame her, dad was a drunk and her life as miserable. She called one day and sort said, "Hey, want to come live with me" and away I went. From south to north via Greyhound! I had extensive sexual knowledge from a mixture of books, watching real life fuck-fests (dad and various women) and one personal contact with the fairer, and much older, sex. But, that's another story entirely. Soon after my arrival in New York, mom caught me twice with girls in her bed. Again, this is an entirely different story. Multiple encounters with one of these girls ended in pregnancy and marriage, which lasted about nine months............ for both, causing both of us to leave school. The baby was born healthy but the marriage was disastrous and ended badly about six months after the baby was born. Losing our apartment after the divorce, I did not return home but moved in with my half-brother, who had married a girl from Scotland. Living with Wayne, his wife Alice, and family was like heaven, as there was an endless line of Scottish girls straight from the old country looking for that elusive husband and US citizenship. I was in pussy heaven, but my mother was sick with worry that I might impregnate some Scottish lass and end up (in trouble) married again. I wish I could tell you I fucked every one of them. I got lucky with one of them, but she found out that Trojan was my new friend and lost interest quickly. They all thought I was cute and gave me a lot of attention. Whenever I would visit my mother or we would go out to dinner, we argued continuously about me coming home and going back to school. At the end of this line of lovely ladies from the old country was my sister's sister, and my mother was certain I was bedding this lass five years my senior. In reality, it was Wayne who was bedding her much to the damnation of his wife. One night at dinner: "What would you do if I was fucking Press?" She bravely asked. "Go for it." He answered unconcerned. A few days later, after Wayne and her sister had retired to bed, I sat with Alice on the couch. Cussing them verbally, led to crying on my shoulder, to us kissing and to me fucking her there on the couch. You can't write this stuff. Much to my amazement! "I fucked Press last night." She informed Wayne and her sister at breakfast the next morning. Wayne, again to my amazement, really didn't care. "Hey, go for it. He said. Things deteriorated, so to speak, to the point where the four of us would be fucking in the same bed and the girls trying to out do each other. My mother would keep it from me for years, but I would eventually find out that Wayne left his wife or her sister, leaving her with five kids. Apparently my secret, me fucking Wayne's wife, remained a secret. Then came the evening that mom invited me to dinner. Halfway through dinner the conversation landed on one of the dreaded subject: that of me coming home and going back to school. As usual, an argument ensued transitioning to the living room with coffee, coke and dessert. She gave her very sensible reasons and I my lame excuses. It seemed to go on forever and ever with neither one of us giving ground. "Look, I'm tired of arguing." I finally said. "Thank you for dinner. I've got to work tomorrow so I need my sleep." I thought but did not add, as I stood. "I need my pussy too." I saw her eyes begin to turn red as she held back the tears. Mom never cried no matter what. I guess I should add at this point that mom had lost her boyfriend a month earlier. He fell off a high walkway, living for two days. She didn't cry any then either. Mom, for all intents and purposes, was a man hater. I knew my father and I heard stories of her early childhood. She had reason. She needed one around, I suppose, to help pay the bills, but I knew she only "put out" only as a last resort so to speak. She argued a lot with her boyfriend too! "Wait! Just wait a minute. I have something to say. Just give me a minute. Damn it!" She stammered. I turned to face her sitting in the lounge chair, her arms folded and her mouth tight, looking down. "I really have to go." I said. "Look, I'll make you a deal. You come home and go back to school and I'll see that you do not go without sex." She blurted. I stood there frozen and silent not really knowing exactly what she was suggesting. I knew she had a number of close girlfriends. Was she going to pimp for me? What? She would tell me later, she took my long silence as rejection. And said. "My ass is just as good as any you've ever had your cock in. I'm going to bed. You can join me on make sure the door is locked when you leave." I felt a mixture of unbelief, shock and, I'm embarrassed to say, a bit of humor. She wasn't suggesting? But, I remained like a statue as she got up and entered her bedroom. Only my head turned. A bedroom separated from the living room only by a waist high bookcase that divided the double doorway. Her headboard butted up against this bookcase. Wide open as it was, I stood watching her undress. She undressed totally, letting her clothes drop at her feet. Later, I would learn later that she intentionally bent over to retrieve them on a moment's decision, giving me a cock teasing look at her lavishly bushed treasure. You must understand, that we were separated for six long years or more, and then, only together for slightly more than two years. Also, to this day, I wonder why she had rounded up my older half brother before me. She had never gotten along with Wayne. She was really infuriated when Wayne had gotten Alice pregnant. But anyway, finally, a cloud cleared and I knew exactly what she was proposing. Without a look in my direction, she pulled the bed sheets back and entered the bed, moving against and facing the wall, which was not her normal sleeping spot. She'd left room for me. I looked at the two huge windows that were 21 steps from the main street of the town we lived in. Windows I had used for girl watching on so many occasions. The shades were up about 2 feet: "Oh hell!" I thought. "What if old man Sherman is peeking into people's windows again!" I gingerly walked to the Windows and pulled the shades down. Mom, hearing the shades being drawn, "Damn, you'd think I would have done that before getting bear-ass naked." "Everything's cool. His lights are still on." I replied, knowing that she would understand that he only window peeked when his lights were off. I began to unbutton my shirt and continued until I stood naked. I glanced briefly at my rock hard cock, noting as always, it bent slightly up. I studied the shape that was my mother underneath the light sheet she had pulled up over her. I walked to the bed lifted the sheet. I stood a long moment enjoying her naked form. Her ass mostly. Living in a small apartment, made privacy a hard thing. While never having seen mom totally naked before, it was not unusual to see her only in a bra or asking me to shut my eyes as she rushed through the living room in a towel to her bedroom, allowing me a quick peek. Mom was a walker. Hell, we walked everywhere............. . Her 5'6" frame was in good shape for her 39 years and she attracted the attention of men if the streets are not too busy. She had a great walk and I was not beyond noticing that fact. If pushed, I would compare her to Dr. Joyce Brothers, who I had a crush on back then. Mom's hair, though, was curly and sort of strawberry blonde rather than blonde like the doctor. I entering the bed and moved in close to spoon behind her. My erection pinned between us. Being an ass man, I (yes hesitantly) began there with my left hand. I explored her posterior lovingly but boldly. My middle finger explored the crack of her ass, taunting but not touching her pussy as I moved down to her thighs. Moving back to your ass for a few minutes, I continued to her back and massaged it lovingly. (As I write is, it appears to me you may be laughing? I had motives. two-fold. I was nervous as hell, first. Secondly, I had no intentions of getting all lustful and carried away.) "OOuuuuu." She whispered. "That feels good. I take it we have a deal?" "I'll tell Wayne tomorrow I'm moving back home." I replied, this causing the more anxiety than lying here playing with my mother's ass. Mom reached behind her and took hold of my rock hard cock. I moved back a little bit to give her room and her fingers tiptoed over my erection from the tip to my balls. I in turn began to kiss her back and neck as my hand moved to explore her once forbidden treasure. She maneuvered to allow me access. I was immediately struck, pleasantly I might add, by the amount of hair I encountered as I explored her treasure. I was rewarded by her soft moans and a tightening of her ass as my middle finger found many points of pleasure. "It's been so long, Press." She moaned. Each little shudder of her ass, caused her to tug at my cock. Each little tug at my cock, caused the barrier against lust to falter a little. The barrier faltered when I shoved my middle finger into her pussy rather than easing it into her. It faltered more when her response was to lift her ass and push against my finger as she moaned appreciatively. My response to all of this was to begin a slow finger-fuck that quickly became a frantic, two fingered "how deep can I push them" and "is she going to yank it off", dive into a lustful blaze. I began to try to climb atop her as she maneuvered to allow it, chest down. Reluctantly, I pulled my fingers from her and she released the hold on my cock. Her legs spread as she lifted her ass to accommodate my effort to stick my cock in her. This is not the way I had it planned. I wanted a meaningful, passionate, loving missionary style fuck. Something that would please a man hating woman like my mother. No matter that this was my preferred position if I had a vote. "AAHHHHH! Damn!" She yelled, as I pushed into her. "Sorry. Didn't mean to be so rough." I apologized, without any real thought or feeling. "No. You're fine, baby. It's the hair. You pulled hair is all." I felt no further comment was needed and I proceeded to please the woman underneath me. I was intoxicated by her reaction to the finger fucking.... the two finger fucking. I did not know whether she was appeasing me as to our deal, but it did not seem so. And now, it seemed that she was enjoying the fucking she was receiving. My cock had never felt harder and every plunge seemed to elicit a satisfying moan. Her ass flexed upward in rhythm to obtain the deepest penetration. Much to my annoyance, and my personal willingness to ignore it, the ringing phone caused mom to cease her pushing. "Shit! Let me up!" She barked, briskly maneuvering out from under me. "It's probably Mrs. Agiston. I was so close. She was supposed to call earlier about work tomorrow. I have to talk to her." "REALLY! What the hell!" My mind shouted, but not necessarily in that order. "Hello Alice." My mother said, trying hard to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. "Yes, of course he is here. We're having dinner. (Pause) tell Wayne he'll be home when he gets there. (Pause) I'll tell him. Goodnight Alice." I could not see her as she said, "I got to pee", leaving me there thinking how sensual it was knowing my mother had just left bed fucking me and had stood naked talking to Alice on the phone. Listening intently, I could hear her peeing in the bathroom, which was promoting my erection to stay hard. You may find it interesting that the shades did not hinder the light from the city streets from illuminating the two front rooms of our apartment. Facing the street, my bedroom on the left and the moms on the right. My bedroom had one very large window. The illumination made our incestuous fornication difficult to ignore as we both knew exactly whom we were fucking, but it made the viewing very nice as my mother returned to the bedroom and walked to the windows to peek out. Especially when she turned to come back to the bed. I had never seen so much hair between a woman's legs. And her thighs did not touch. "You think we should let old man Sherman spy on us screwing?" "He'd Only blackmail you into screwing him." I replied, using her word rather than mine.........fuck.. "and I'd be jealous." Mom entered the bed and rolled to her back. Holding her arms in a beckoning posture she said "where were we?". I maneuvered between her ever-widening legs as she reached to grip my cock and guide it back into her. Her legs locked around my waist. "I'm going to screw you all night." She whispered, as I began a slow penetrating rhythm. Her ass immediately matched my thrust and Her heels tapped lightly on my buttocks. "So, you like screwing your mom?" She whispered seductively. I felt the need to assert myself and lied a bit. Yes, to date, your pussy is the best I've had." You could hear a bit of surprise in her voice as she continued, "Well! I suppose I'd best get used to being jealous." A minute later. "I suppose you'll want to screw me every night?" I was not to know the future. That our incestuous relationship would continue for many years. But I knew I had two years of high school left. Maybe mother dearest accepted that part of the deal was fucking me anytime I wanted. So I replied, "I'm going to screw (I really need to get this woman to use the word fuck, I thought) you every night, during the day, twice on weekends and in every room in every place in this house." "Push it deeper Press!" She softly commanded. I began in earnest to fuck her. Not a fast rhythm, but a determined deep, penetrating thrust, pulling my shaft almost clear before the next thrust. This caused her to moan and fuck me with intent to stab herself to death. In short minutes, I knew she was climbing the ladder. Every thrust pushed her closer to the top. "Fuck me, Sis!" I commanded, using her family nickname. "Fuck your boy good." "I'll fuck you good, Press." She lustfully muttered, as I thought how easy her vocabulary had switched. It was everything I could do to keep from exploding. I wanted to fill her belly with my warm milky cum. But, I was taught well. That older lady years ago; That the lady comes (cums) first; And especially at such a monumental time as this I wasn't about to break that Cardinal rule. It was about this time that it occurred to me that I had my cock balls deep in my mom. And we were fucking unprotected........ as far as I knew. Yes, I had thought about this earlier but figured it would come up later. It was about this time: "PRESS! I'm cuming!" Mom shrieked??: Anyway, she was quite loud. She froze momentarily before her ass broke into a fucking frenzy of activity. It was by no means a long-lasting frenzy of activity, but to her credit, and my joy, she was desirous of my cum inside her belly. Really! She was telling me in no uncertain terms. I left it up to her as to the sanity of ejaculating into her. I grabbed her ass with both hands, much to her pleasure I might add, and lost myself in the task demanded of me. My mind reeled; her still firm breast with short fat nipples (damn, which I had not sucked on yet. How could I have missed them?), her sweet smell, her thighs that did not touch near her crotch, her not so long legs that were wrapped around me and her tight pussy covered with so much hair. My mind screamed; "The hair! All that HAIR! Covering her pussy! Covering her fuck hole! Hiding it from me! But I found it! I found it!" "AAAGGGGGGGGG!" I growled, and I had never growled before. Or been that loud. As I exploded into her, I gave two of three hard thrust and then pushed deep, pulsing my ass without any stroking of my cock. I wanted my cum to flow deep into her belly. "Ohhhhh! Yes Press!" She moaned. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" The deed accomplished. But, my 17-year-old cock was still hard. I did not withdraw from mom but only slowed, releasing her ass and sliding my hands under her shoulders, supporting myself on my elbows. "I'm going to fuck your ass off." I whispered in her ear. "I believe you." She breathed out, her 39 years showing. I began to re-reel her attributes through my mind again. I wish I could tell you what mom was thinking as I continued to fuck her. All I can say is, within minutes her breathing increased and her ass was matching my thrust. Realizing she was again aroused, I maneuvered to my knees while pushing her knees towards her chest and putting my knees against her buttocks. Control who the back of her legs to help support them. I did not have to ask. As I long stroked into her, my right hand sought her mound, the thumb dropping into the forest of hair covering her pussy. When my thumb touched my shaft, I gently pulled up through her soppy pussy lips until I received the response I was seeking; a jolt of her ass and an accompanying expression of approval. My thumb had her clit and I proceeded to torment the little jewel. "AAAggggoooo!" She lamented, as I pushed deep into her. With every third stroke I pushed deep, happily receiving a facsimile of "AAAgggoooo!". With an occasional, "your sweet mother-fucker!" Or such. She lifted her head numerous times to see our coupling. I have always wished that a woman could contain herself for a lengthy time while receiving direct stimulation to her clit. Haven't found one yet and I am closing on 61. Mom was really trying too. Within a few short minutes, the orgasm swept over her. I could sense that she was getting very close and I said to her, "look at me" then "hold it, Sis. Hold it." Her expression went from determination to I surrender. As she came, we were looking into each other's eyes and at the time it was extremely intoxicating. Intoxicating enough, that I placed my hands back on her thighs and pumped into her with a slow deliberate rhythm until I shot my load into her. This, happily, for both of us, I think, took a bit longer. All the while, looking into each other's eyes. End of chapter 1. Mom & 30+ Years Ch. 02 I awoke as mom left the bed to answer the ringing phone. "Yes, I can be ready. I'll be waiting downstairs." She came back and stood beside the bed. "You're awake I see. You want to come and wash my back or do you want some morning pussy before I go to work. Mrs. Agiston is sending a car for me .I can give you about 15 minutes." I patted the bed without speaking and she entered the bed rolling with her back to me. As she lifted her right leg, I scooted close behind her and with little ado attempted to enter her with an ever-hardening erection. "Right there. Push. Right there! There!" She guided. I knew she had not washed from our night of incestuous fornication, nor did I care as I began to pump vigorously into her. She lay there silently matching my rhythm. Her silence did not bother me. She was sticking to her promise and providing me with the pussy I wanted. I studied her ass for a number of minutes as I thought about the cum I had deposited into her belly last night and was surely lubricating her pussy now. My lustful rhythm increased and my eyes closed as I concentrated on the task at hand. It took no more than seven or eight minutes to ejaculate into her treasure ensuring that her panties would give her something to remember during the day. "Thank you, Sugar." She said, reaching to squeeze my thigh. "I still like you to come wash my back." "I should be thanking you." I said, as I joined her in the shower. "Not at all, Press. A woman does it always have to cum to enjoy a quick fuck." She replied. In the shower, as we took turns washing each other, mom took the opportunity to lay some ground rules. "I hope I don't have to tell you that we're doing could cause a lot of trouble?" "No mom, I am well aware that what we do is a secret between me and you." I assured her. "We've never been the hugging kissing type." She continued. "But we must never show affection outside of this apartment. Even, if we're a long way from home. I do not expect you to be a saint. You have your own life. I do expect you to study hard and keep up the grades like you used to." Her tone softened a bit. "I enjoyed last night very much. It's not going to be hard to keep up my end of the bargain. If I did not have to go to work today I would be quite happy to fuck you till noon. I'm looking forward to tonight. This morning assured me you had no second thoughts about fucking your mom. So I have no doubt that you'll be ready to night?" I smiled and pointed down to where my cock was standing nearly erect. "You hurry home." I was now moving aside so she could exit the shower. "Could I ask you something? You've got my cum inside you. Are you using something? Can you get pregnant?" "Oh! Heavens no, Press. If I could get pregnant, you can bet your ass this wouldn't be happening. One of the reasons why I got Wayne to move up here is that I had to go in the hospital for a couple weeks to take care of some female problems. That took care of any pregnancy." A few moments passed while she was drying off. "And just in case. If you see some ass that you just have to have, I highly recommend you use a rubber. If you give me something, I might beat you to death." The last part was spoken with a bit of humor in her voice. "Personally, I don't think you'll have the energy." I informed mom and I had to help Wayne cleanup the job site and talk to him about quitting and going back home. I could be a little late, but not pass six o'clock. We left the apartment together. "You have got to be shitting me?" Wayne spit out when I gave him the news. "You know my life is going to be miserable without you there to keep Alice sexually pacified. How can you do this to me?" All in all he took it quite well. I reminded him that mom had insisted that he get his GED when he had come to live with her in New York. I reminded him how strong-minded mom could be and I lied like a dog; telling him how sorry I felt having to leave him on the job. What I really felt bad about was missing Alice's sweet "get even with him" pussy. I had even had hopes of fucking Alice's sister. In retrospect, that would have really pissed Wayne. The day ended about four o'clock with, "you'll come around every now and then right?" He asked, as I was walking away. "Sure." I returned. We only lived a little over 3 miles from each other but we saw very little of each other over the next two years. I received one or two calls from Alice, but managed to deny her my presence. My loss. In mom was pretty much right; my energy would be consumed on her. Before reaching home, I stopped in at the Village Inn, had a milkshake and spoke to a number of friends. They were happy I was coming back to school. I walked in the door of the apartment very close to six o'clock. By 8:00, we had eaten, washed the dishes, showered separately and were sitting watching TV. I told her of the conversation with Wayne and that he had taken it well. She gave me a brief description of her day. Around 9:00 our conversation ran low. "Will you go lay on the bed so I can look at your pussy?" I boldly asked, causing her eyes to widen and her face to blush. I think I shocked her as it took a few moments for her to react. "And I suppose you want the lights on?" She quizzed, as she stood, entered the bedroom area and turned to face me as I followed. "Across the bed?" "Sure." I returned, as I switched on the double bulb over-head light "Pull down those damn curtains all the way down." She said, as she is to let you a kneed herself onto the bed and rolled to face me as I returned. "I'll let you pull them off." She lifted her ass as my fingers slipped under the elastic and I pulled her rather bloom-ish panties down over her Hips, thighs and legs, seductive like. She lifted her knees to plant her feet flat on the bed and boldly spread her legs to offer an unobstructed view of her furry treasure. I ran my hand over the thick bush, letting my thumb slice her pussy lips, causing her to jump and issue a pleasant moan. I reached with both hands, using my thumbs to pull her pussy open, revealing a vagina that hinted more of light red than pink. Her clit was a delightful little protrusion that stood firm at about the size of her nipples, though the top was rounded and more delicate appearing. "Press, you're embarrassing me!" She giggled childishly. I circled her clit with my middle finger a number of times and then let it drop to probe gently into her pussy. Mom responded by lifting her ass slightly holding her posterior up as I pushed my middle finger into her, knuckle up. As if reading my mind, she began to pulse her ass against my middle finger. Her head dropped to the bed and we continued in that manner for a few minutes. Overcome with curiosity I took my index finger and added it, twisting the two fingers back and forth as her ass began pulsate with more energy. I could feel my rock hard cock but my intentions were not to fuck her yet. I was transfixed by the pleasure she was evidently enjoying as I listened to her moans. After long minutes of watching her fuck herself on my fingers I reluctantly withdrew, to the disappointment of mom. She lifted her head as I placed my face close to her treasure and allowed my tongue to search the forest for her clit. And very unexpectedly; "NO! What are you doing!" She quizzed, pushing my head from her and raising her head to look at me in surprise and bewilderment. "SSShhhhh." I soothed, moving away slightly and looking up at her. "You took a bath y'all clean and shiny. Lay back and close your eyes. Go ahead. Lay back. Now, close your eyes and relax." I proceeded to pleasure mom orally, surprised that this, apparently, was something mom had never experienced and I was quite pleased that I was bringing something to the table that would be ours alone. A man says to another man who is married to his ex-wife, "so tell me how is that used pussy?" The man, married to his ex-wife replies, "not too bad once you get past the used part". Being the first to give mom oral stimulation was special. I took my time, being aggressive sometimes, letting her ass come to my tongue other times. I wanted it to last as long as possible. I was giving direct stimulus to her clit but I did well keeping her orgasm in check. Her moans were like a stricken animal echoing throughout the apartment. My mistake was inserting my finger into heragain. The orgasm hit her and her knees clenched around my head like a vice as her ass came off the bed. Like a wild mare, I thought, she would have to be broken from that. As her orgasm subsided and her knees relaxed, I climbed atop her and she sought my cock, desperately wanting it inside of her. I began to fuck her in earnest. I grabbed her ass with both hands. I put my face against her neck, breathing hard. She reached to grab my ass to pull me into her as her ass lifted to achieve total penetration. As early that morning, five or seven minutes was all it took for me to fill mom's belly once more. But the evening was early yet. Pulling out of her, I slid off the mom's left positioning myself on my side facing her. I nibbled suckled at her tit as my hand roamed over her belly. "I suppose, one of those Scottish bitches taught you to do that?" She asked, not looking at me, but the ceiling. "What? To eat pussy?" I quiz, but continue without waiting for an answer. "Actually, it was when I was still with dad in North Carolina. A deaf and dumb girl named Mavis who is about 6 years older me. Marie (my common step-mom), asked me if I'd like to make some extra money doing yard work and other things for Mavis. I think about the third time I worked for her. I guess she was shy or thought I was shy. In her living room, she just reached out and grabbed me. Scared the devil out of me at the time but I got over it real quick. She taught me how to satisfy her eating her pussy. She never let me put it in her but she satisfied me in other ways. "How so?" Mom asked eagerly. "Well, she sucked me. Jerked me off , watching the eruption. And what I liked a lot was putting my cock between her ass cheeks and humping her until I came." "Do you expect me to suck you?" She asked. "I don't expect you to. If you never have you might want to try. You might enjoy it. But I do enjoy eating pussy and I hope you enjoyed it and want more?" I'd queried. "I did. And most certainly would like you to eat my pussy again. Eat my pussy. Eat my pussy! I think I like saying that too." She said emphatically. "And I'll give some thought to the other." "But don't expect any more right this second. Once I've shot off in you that's it until it's clean again." I said jokingly, but meant it. "So help me understand. I am, maybe, going to suck your cock and you're going to, I suppose, cum in my mouth and I'm supposed to like it? But, you will not eat my pussy right now because your cum is draining from it? I got that right?" She asked, exaggeration in her tone. "That's not what I said at all." I replied, honestly defending myself. "Mavis, apparently, enjoy the taste of my cum. If you decide to try it, you may or may not like it. A tap on the head as I get close would solve the problem. But, me personally I think cum belongs inside a woman's pussy." As I finished the last statement, I maneuvered atop her. Her legs lifted as she accepted me between her thighs. "All this dirty talk is making me horny." "I'd hoped it would." She said, as she guided me into her and we began to fuck in a casual rhythm. I lifted myself above her, pushing her knees toward your chest, and positioning my knees against her buttocks. I studied her body as I pumped into her. Her age, her breast (not overly large by with nice hard nipples), her smooth toned legs and her thick lavish mound of bush that extended down hiding her treasure. Added to that, the fact that I call her mom gave me great sexual satisfaction. "You know you're embarrassing me again." She said, not altogether jokingly. I pulled from her and left the bed. I extinguished the overhead light in the bedroom, the TV and the two lamps in the living room. I returned to the bed position myself as before. Again, she guided me into her. "Oh, that's much better." She said sarcastically, inasmuch the lights of Main Street still let the apartment considerably. "Why do you like to study me so hard?" "I like to know every nook and cranny of the woman I'm making love to." I replied "You call what we're doing making love?" She queried. "I'm lying here butt ass naked with my son between my legs with his cock stuck in my pussy. We're committing a terrible sin. But I'll do.............oh myyyy." I had broken, I hoped, her train of thought as I placed my thumb to her clit. "Whenever it takes to get you through school so you can make something of yourself." A short moment passed. "And I'll go to hell for liking it. Damn, your cock is hard!" "You sure have a way with words, mom." I continued to study mom as she, in her own words, laid naked before me, my cock pumping leisurely into her as my thumb worked its magic on her clit. As she lay there moaning her eyes closed, I wondered if she might be right about hell. Our coupling would not produce an offspring. And I had a new-found loving affection for mom. And right at this moment, knowing mom would be here available whenever I wanted was comforting. Chapter 3 coming soon. Mom & 30+ Years Ch. 03 Mom and 30+ years -- Chapter 3 I spent the day tidying up the house as I had done since coming to live with mom. Round about four she called and told me to meet her bus at 6:08 and we would have Chinese for dinner and maybe see a movie. We arrived home about 10:30 and I was invited to shower with her. The shower was uneventful, with us scrubbing each other as we talked about her day. I'll take a moment to tell you about mom's job. She had come to New York on a Greyhound bus with the notion of finding any sort of job. Somebody had told her that work was plentiful on Long Island for anyone who wanted to work hard. She found, very fortunately, a woman who ran an agency, hiring women out for housework etc. She worked a number of jobs and then met Mrs. Agiston, who bought her contract out and my mother was working for her when I arrived in New York. Approximately, three years. She had been an in-home domestic until her operation when she decided she needed her own apartment with Wayne coming to live with her. When I eventually left home, she would move to another apartment but would shortly go back to being an in-home housekeeper again. Interestingly, the home she left when she retired contained her apartment, which was bigger than my first house. Not to mention extremely nice. Hence, mom highly disapproved of me working while I was in school. Though, I worked occasionally at the YMCA and a gas station in a nearby village. After our shower, we settled on the couch, me in boxer shorts and mom in panties and a housecoat. We promptly ignored the TV as we necked like teenagers. Then she had her own surprise. "Now, how about you laying across the bed and letting me look at your cock?" She said, smiling. "And if you're lucky, I might even try a taste." A habit begun, I walked to the window to ensure that the shades were all the way down to the sill. Then laid across the bed and let mom sensuously remove my boxers as I had her panties earlier. She immediately took my semi-\erect cock between the fingers of both hands and lovingly massaged it, bringing it to full erection. "You know I've never been this close to a cock before." She said, studying my cock much like my intense study of her pussy. "It's quite interesting, really. I knew already that you filled my pussy good, but you really are quite thick. Let me grab a ruler." She trotted quickly to the kitchen and returned with a wooden yardstick. "Where should we measure from, you think?" She said, gripping my cock in her left hand, the ruler ready in her right. "Well, if it is stuck in you with my balls touching your ass. Measure from my balls it might give me an extra half-inch. And you have to take into account that I'm not totally aroused right now so I get a half-inch for that too." I assessed, hoping she'd go along with it. "Okay stud, let's see what we have here." She teased. "Well, it looks like........... we'll call it a tad shorter than 6 1/2 inches. I half-inch for arousal is a bit much don't you think. How about we settle on a tad over 6 3/4 inches." She finished, looking up at me smile. "As long as it makes you moan. I'm happy." I replied, smiling down at her. She placed her mouth over the top of my cock and took in the helmet like tip. Holding it upright with the fingers of her left hand, she bobbed it into her mouth five or six times. "You like that?" She asked, looking up to see my head nod. "How much of this thing in my mouth is going to make you happy?" "As much as you can take or makes you happy. The fact that you're trying it at such an elderly age is to be commended." I replied, trying to sound stately. "Cute! Let's see what I can do here." She said, sliding her mouth over my cock and very slowly taking more, and more of it. "Oh yeah! Now, tighten your grip and pump my cock while you suck." I directed, laying my head back and feeling the pleasure of her very satisfying first time. "Aaaaaggggg." She gagged, withdrawing her mouth. "I'm sorry. Let me catch my breath. I took in a little bit more than I can handle. I think we've added that arousal length of a quarter of an inch." She again began study my cock, putting my balls in her hand and lifting then gently. "Mom, how many cocks have you had?" I inquired, a bit sheepishly. "You really want to know that?" She asked. "I'm curious, I suppose." I replied. "I know better. Just blame it on youthful curiosity." "I'll do you one better. I'll even tell you how you compare to them." She said, continuing to toy with my cock. "Wayne's father was the first. I was 17. His cock was longer than yours but skinny as hell. After I got over losing my cherry, he did little to let you know you were being fucked. Like your father, he drank heavily and womanized. Your father was thick like you but a bit shorter. He fucked me good when he was sober, but as you know that was not often. Then there was Joe. You remember Joe?" "In my old age, I often wondered if you were fucking Joe." I replied. "I remember me and dad setting outside of Joe's apartment. Dad was certain you were up there with him. Screwing him. Revenge sex is pretty good, huh?" "As I remember, yes. But it only got me beat up. And my underwear cut to pieces." She replied sadly. "I remember that night. I remember you crying. Is that when you decided to leave?" I asked. "I suppose. You hold it against me?" She returned. "You had to do what you had to do." I replied. "And how about Stan?" I asked, changing the subject. "Stan was a good man. He paid a lot of the bills around here. But he was good for about a minute. His cock went soft. He rarely came. But his fingers did good job keeping me happy. You know me. I hate men anyway. We fought a lot. Especially, when you visited his little girl and his ex-wife. I didn't give him a lot of pussy time." "Come up here on the bed. I've got an idea on how it might make you more comfortable with sucking my peter." I directed. I maneuvered long-ways in the bed, maneuvering her in reversed position as she joined me in the bed. "Spread your thighs for me." I told her. I reached under and over both legs to grip her ass, placing my face into her crotch. "Now, you do whatever you're led to do." I said, just before I began to eat her pussy. I felt the tip of my cock slide between her lips as she sucked lightly on the tip of my cock. I was in heaven. I had mom's ass in my hands and my face in her pussy. I nibbled, I licked and I stuck my tongue repeatedly into her treasure. And each time my tongue entered her, was the sensation of more, and more of my cock being covered by her mouth, her fingers tight around my shaft. She was the first one to cum, with her moans vibrating through my cock. In her passion, she continued sucking me hard, keeping over half of my length in her mouth as she sucked passionately. I backed my face off of her enough to begin probing her pussy with one, then two fingers. Her suction was fantastic and in moments I commanded. "Move your head. Now mom." Mom spit me out, but not before some of my ejaculate struck her cheek. She rolled to her back and dropped her head to the bed. I gradually slowed my finger fucking and began to lavish kisses over her thighs. "I should have moved a bit quicker." She quirped. "Or stayed where I was." I looked over to see her dabbing her finger into the cum on her cheek and touching it to her tongue. "Can't say it's bad. But I'm glad you shouted. Look at the cum all over the bed and me. I could have choked to death." She observed. "And then I wouldn't have to wash the bed spread. "You learn pretty quick, I would say." "I'm going to clean up a bit." I followed her into the bathroom and watched her adjust the water before entering the tub to squat. First she cleaned her face and then proceeded to wash her pussy as she often did. I began to wash my cock in the sink. "You know, I remember when I was very young I walked into the bathroom to find you straddle the tub, the green hoses in your hand, and dad washing his cock in the sink. I remember the water running red as it fell. I suppose, you must have had your period." I related to her as she washed. "It's funny what you remember." She replied. "I remember me and your dad fucking. I was mad and wasn't into it all that much. I was staring out the window and I turned to see you standing there watching us. I had no idea how long you had been there. The bastard was very close to cuming so I let him finish before taking you back your room. I was more upset than ever at him for not noticing you standing there." "I remember that too." I said, noting that my cock had regained its erection. "It doesn't take much to get you going again, does it?" She observed, now standing close to me drying herself. "Here, let me dry that off for you." The drying continued for long minutes with her eventually kneeling on the rug practicing her new-found ability. "Let go to the bed." I finally said. Mom kneed herself onto the bed. I caught her hips before she could roll to her back.. "Stay on your knees for me." She positioned herself on her knees in the middle of the bed, positioning two pillows in front of her. "You fucking men are all the same. You're not happy unless you've got a woman in a submissive position. And you best not lose control of yourself and hurt me." I positioned myself behind her as she widened her stance and entered her caringly. "Your pussy is unbelievably tight." I said, as I began to pull nearly out of her each stroke before pushing to greater and greater depth. "It hasn't had a lot of use until recently, I suppose. You make sure you don't stretch it too much. If I ever get a boyfriend, I don't want him disappointed." She replied. "You just make sure that he is as nice to you as I am." I responded, as I started to doggy fuck her with a casual rhythm. Mom was soon responding to my thrusts with thrusts of her own, and moaning as my cock went deep into her pussy. Our rhythm soon reached a heated pace. I maneuvered up, putting my feet flat on the bed, so as to squat behind her, with effort to ensure that my cock did not pull completely from her. "Hey, what are you doing." She exclaimed. "Get your ass back down." "Just give me a minute. That's all it's going to take." I reasoned to her. I began to fuck her in earnest. In short moments, she was moaning loudly and maneuvering forward in an effort to withdraw me from her. "I'm not playing, damn it!" She exclaimed. I would have none of it and moved forward in union with her. Her head finally met the headboard preventing her efforts to uncouple, the pillows, now in front of her knees, retarding her effort to stretch out, dropping her ass. It was a few more minutes than I had promised he, but her effort to escape had excited me to a height I had never felt before and I moaned, "mother-fucker", loudly when I spent my load. I felt like my dick had exploded, pulsating repeatedly and pumping cum with each pulsation. Coming off the high, I plopped out of her and reached to pull at her knees to straighten her out on the bed, placing myself atop her. I reached under her belly sliding my hand down over her mound. Middle finger outstretched, I found her clit and was soon forgiven for my transgression. I thought. After her orgasm, she lay sedately under me, seemingly content. "Do you feel like a real man now?" She scolded. I slid off of her in without anything to say, and went to sleep. Mom and I fucked like newlyweds for many months. Then, the thrill, on mom's part, I felt, slackened just a tad. I was often out late during the week, playing ball at the YMCA, or, the rare date. Mom was always willing. I would join her in bed, fondling her to consciousness if she was not awake, and she would accept me between her legs. We would screw, leisurely discussing "whatever". Sometimes, running out of conversation, mom would inform me that she was tired and would instruct me to partake of her treasure, which rarely lasted more than 7 to 10 minutes. After my frenzied fucking of her, it was not rare for mom to become aroused. It was these times, after I had spent myself, and she ignored her fatigue, that it would take an hour or more to bring her to orgasm. Or she would begin a sexual banter to hasten the process; "I wish your dad could see you between my legs with your cock in me." She would begin one of her fantasies. "I'd make him sit at the foot of the bed and watch your big cock pump in and out of me. He'd see my ass lifting off the bed fucking you back. His cock would be hard and he would want to put it in me. But I wouldn't let him." "Cause your pussy is mine." I would begin to egg her on. "You only want my cock. You only want my cum in your belly." "Yes! Yes!" She'd cry. "I wish that son-of-a-bitch could see the moment your cum shot into me. Making my pussy yours." Chapter 4 soon. Mom & 30+ Years Ch. 04 First, maybe a few notes are in order to help anyone who may read this. I type quite poorly so I use a dictation program. I re-read all that I write and there are no "red lines" or "green lines" in my text, meaning "Word" correction is happy. I am conveying snip-its of a two+ year period to become a 30+ year period. So, there is no "flow". Modify your reading. Lets begin Ch4. * Over time, Mom and I did become considerably more huggie, feely. We made "Angel Baby" by Rosie and the Originals our song and danced to it often. For whatever reason, mom did not like to kiss except when in the fiery lust of lovemaking, just before or during orgasm. I never felt that mom was a good kisser so I did not press her. During foreplay, I concentrated on mom's numerous other attributes. She did welcome my suggestions and choices of buying sexier underwear and even wearing one of my long sleeved white shirts, with only the middle buttons fastened. Such was her dress when lounging around the house. Usually on weekend mornings and afternoons, we spent much of our time reading, watching TV, or cleaning the apartment, often dancing and "playing" as we did so. I would follow her around doing my best to sneak a peak as she bent over or other such foolishness. She loved the attention and would intentionally posture to show her sexual prowess. One such game that thrilled her much was to be in the middle of the bed alone striking poses, and taunting me to masturbate, to rid me of my sexual energy I think, as I watched her. Other times, she would strip off her panties, positioning herself at the edge of the bed and limit my lust to masturbating within inches of her pussy, as she begged me to come on her lavishly bushed mound. When I did so, I would be captivated watching her massage the milky substance into her bush. One of the most sexually intoxicating things I have ever witnessed is a woman squatting in the tub to scrub her pussy, or even squatting to pee. Often, when mom was bathing, I would listen for the water to be draining from the tub. Knowing that mom would soon be squatting in the tub to perform the task, I would quickly wander in to watch her. She, knowing I was watching, would take longer than necessary to perform the task, smiling. On one such occasion I had an idea; The first time it took a little talking to convince her to squat at the foot of the bed, with her knees apart, over my face, holding on to the bed post for balance only. Challenging her not to move regardless of the need. I kept to myself, the theory that it would almost totally limit her ability to move. I then proceeded to eat her pussy, bringing her to what appeared like an almost painful orgasm. Her body quaked and she moaned loudly like a stricken animal. Having spent herself, she collapsed forward in exhaustion, whimpering lowly. I then took her there on the floor. It always took a little talking to convince her to do this but she never turned me down. I received a call one day from mom telling me she had a great surprise and I could meet her at the bus stop for dinner. During dinner; "Mrs. Agiston is replacing her Chevy Impala and offered it to me at a price that is just too low to ignore. When it comes out of the shop for inspection and a tune-up and other stuff, we will have us a pretty nice car. It's fully loaded. You've seen it." Mom joyfully informed me. "We can take trips upstate and I'd like to go to South Carolina and see Lois and everyone." As we must have already walked 100 miles or more visiting her friends, up and down large hills, I was as happy as mom. I would be the driver of a fully loaded 1961 Chevy Impala, black in color. Near seven years old, but garage kept. Two weeks later we were headed to Greenville, South Carolina. I would see Micky and Geraldine, my two female cousins, whom I hadn't seen in over 13 years. Lois, my aunt, their mother, was a very small and funny lady. It was to be a great time. Two days down, we stayed overnight in a motel. Mom, insisted on getting a two-bed room and it was quite a treat as we had never fucked anywhere except our apartment. Even took a soaking bath together in a huge bathtub. Micky and I were extremely close when we were young children. We slept in the same bed and had once or twice shown each other our privates. The biggest thing though is that we joined forces against Geraldine. We were always doing something to aggravate my older cousin. On seeing them again, Mickey and I seemed to take up where we left off. Her husband was a Marine stationed at Cherry Point and was there on-duty. Micky and I were free to haunt the local hamburger shops and drive-ins. We only saw Geraldine once or twice while we were there. "You remember dumping Geraldine off the old porch sitting in that rocker?" Mickey laughed, as we sat watching a movie at a nearby drive-in. "We had to avoid her all day." I replied, as we laughed. "And I bet you remember us sleeping together?" She snickered. "I hope it's gotten a little bigger since then?" "Considerably. If, I might say so myself." I defended. "You know, if I wasn't your cousin, I might be tempted to give you some pussy." She teased. "And if you did not have a Marine for a husband, I might just be tempted to let you." I joked back, though inside I felt less joking. "Maybe next time mom and I come down we can discuss it. Give us both time to consider it. You might come around." "You know us South Carolinians all family oriented and all." She said, moving closer to me and snuggling as I put my arm around her. I wondered how happy her marriage was. But I felt strongly about not fucking her this night, as I really didn't know this girl next to me, and because she was family, there could be hell to pay. We spent four glorious days traveling around seeing family and mom's friends. A grand time it was. There was much crying on the morning we left, mom and Lois anyway, and we promised to be back soon. As sad as it was to leave, it had been three nights without sex and it was good to be alone with mom once more. As we drove up I-85."Geraldine's husband is beating the hell out of her. I told her if she came to New York she could stay with us and I would help her find a good job." Mom casually informed me. "You did what!" I asked in amazement. "Why in hell would you do something like that!" "Because she's family and it makes me mad as hell thinking that some son-of-the-bitching man is treating her like your dad treated me. Not that she probably doesn't deserve it sometimes." She explained. "I know what your problem is and we will figure something out. It won't take long to find her a job. And our apartment is not the only place we can screw." After lunch in Charlotte, on route 49, headed for Asheboro (a road much less developed than it is today), I drove along at about 50mph. "You know, I think I could have fucked Mickey if I had a mind to." I stated, wanting to feel mom out on the notion. "What! You fuck your mother but draw the line at your cousin?" She said, incredulously. "I just wanted to clear it with you when we come back down in three or four months." I replied, defensively. "I wouldn't want to upset you, is all." "I told you from the very beginning that you had your own life." She replied. "You fuck whoever you want to. You and Mickey were inseparable whenever you to were together as youngsters. So, it appeared that you two picked up where you left off. If you think she can be trusted, go for it." Mom lifted her dress to allow the air-conditioning to blow underneath it, causing my eyes to divide their time between the road and her exposed legs. Noting my interest, she left a great deal of her thighs exposed as she laid her head back and closed her eyes. "Hey, why don't you slide over here a bit closer?" I suggested, after a few miles. "That's all we need is for a state trooper to pass and see a woman my age setting romantically close to you." She returned. "He'd find some reason to pull us over for sure." "You're going to cause me to reach to feel your thighs and that could be dangerous." I surmised. "You just behave yourself and pay attention to the road." She returned. Five or 10 miles rolled by. "I've been thinking. I wouldn't want to cause you to have an accident. You are still looking at my legs, aren't you? How about slowing down a bit and look for a place we can pull into the woods." She said, without opening her eyes I slowed the car down to about 30mph and studied every little dirt track that we passed. I stopped at a lonely crossroads and hung a left and within a half mile found a grassy track that looked like it had not had much use recently. Seeing no houses within view. I slowly backed the Chevy down the track and into a curved section about 50 yards in. We were totally out of sight of the road. "Let me walk down this track a little ways and look around. Don't get out. We might have to make a hasty retreat." I teased, with a bit of caution in my voice." I returned, to find mom in the rear seat. I informed her that we were totally alone as I sat down beside her in the back seat. "You want to take my panties off? Or should I?" She questioned, turning her knees towards me and backing against the opposite door. "Riding back there with my eyes closed, I was thinking about you and Mickey together. I don't need any foreplay. I'm set to go." Certain of what was going to transpire, I straddled the drive shaft hump in the middle of the floor. I watched mom gather her dress, lifting her posterior to gather it above her waist. I caught sight of her fuzzy treasure as she took the initiative and removed her panties. I hurriedly unzipped my fly and found my cock rising quickly as mom maneuvered to straddle me. I held my now rigid cock "at attention" as she sought penetration. "I'm a bit dry yet." She whispered, lowering herself onto my shaft. "AAhhhhhhh! There. Maybe not that dry after all." She began to ride me slowly, as I began kissing her neck and fondling her breasts through a couple of layers of dress. She wiggled her ass, slowly taking me deeper into her. Soon, she began a comfortable rhythm and I slid my hands under the dress to hold the cheeks of her ass. "I haven't done this in over 20 years." She whispered. "We should have taken time to strip." "You seemed to be in a hurry? "I questioned. "Not anymore, Sugar." She replied. "Not anymore." We fucked slowly and passionately. Through the open rear door, I was aware of the sound of the wind fluttering through the leaves. This sun filtering through the moving limbs cast soft shadows around us and I could feel the warmth coming through the back window. As always, I was content and happy to be coupled with a woman, with it being mom a definite plus. "I love fucking you, Press." She whispered. "I don't care who you fuck as long as you continue to fuck me." She lifted high, nearly withdrawing my cock from her, pushing her still covered breasts into my face, before settling down again on my cock. She did this repeatedly, giving herself much pleasure and groaning with pleasure. "I'm happiest when you're in me." She moaned. "I love being inside you." I replied. "Inside your belly." She settled down and took me deep as we fucked, in a sluggish rhythm, lost in our incestuous desire. I became quite warm with the activity, the warming sun and being fully dressed. But, I wasn't about to interrupt mom in her incestuous bliss. In due course, mom's erotic mind began to show in her movements and her breathing. "When you fuck Mickey are you going to fuck her like this, right here where we're fucking now?" I knew that left to her own devices, mom would talk both of us into a frenzy of lust. But, I must admit I enjoyed being included occasionally. "Would you like that?" I whispered in her ear. "Her skinny ass riding on my cock? We'd have to be careful. It's risky, shooting my cum in her tight little pussy." "Yes! Yes!" She moaned. "Tell me. Tell me more." "That little blonde haired snatch of hers." I continued, beginning to excite myself. "I'll fuck her snatch like it's never been fucked before. I'll make her yelp like a little pup. I'll stick it in her so deep I'll touch her belly button with the tip of my cock." "Just like your fucking me now!" Mom exclaimed. "Fuck my tight little snatch, baby. Fuck your mama's tight little snatch. Mom was pounding on my cock now. With her frantic rhythm, she had withdrawn my cock twice now, causing us to scramble to get back in her. "Put it back in!" She cried. "Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!" And then picked up where she had left all. " My snatch is safe. You can cum in mother's snatch. "You want your boy's cum in your tight little cunt?" I taunted, with a swift jab upwards. "YES! YES! YOU MOTHER-FUCKER!" She shouted, as the orgasm seized her, seemingly from out of nowhere. "FUCK MY CUNT!" My orgasm followed closely behind hers, spurred no doubt by her explicit shouts. She collapsed on me, hugging my head tightly. I reciprocated by pulling her tightly against me. I could feel her body tremble as she breathed through her mouth. After long moments, she pulled from me. She avoided my gaze and acted as though she was embarrassed. "You are so bad!" She said, keeping her eyes from meeting mine. "You are so naughty talking like that. You get me so rattled. All I wanted was a nice, long, slow fuck in the woods and then you go and made me cum in less than 30 minutes. Bad, bad, bad." "Hey! You started it." I retaliated. That evening in the motel she got her extended fuck. We rented the two-bed room, had dinner in a nearby restaurant, showered together and then fucked for nearly 2 hours. I brought her near orgasm repeatedly, only to slow down, bringing her down. With her totally exhausted, I ate her pussy to orgasm, mounted her, fucked her intensely, but quickly, to my own orgasm and then we snuggled until we fell asleep. Chapter 5 coming soon. Mom & 30+ Years Ch. 05 We returned home and resumed our schedule of intimacy. On a Saturday outing, we were driving around visiting antique stores. Mom was a collector of frogs. No, never asked her why. In one small antique store, I walked up behind mom as she studied a three-cent, thick glass milk bottle that turned out to be about 11 inches tall, with a flared neck. "Do you think your dick would fit into this?" She whispered, as she looked around to see if anyone was within hearing. "I don't know." I replied. "What the hell for." "We'll take it and see." That night, we got naked and mom told me "what for", as we experimented with the bottle. Mom told me she had the desire to watch me shoot off into it. As my cock became rigid, it was a tight fit but she was fascinated watching it push past the constricted neck, much like, I suppose, it would push into her pussy. We laughed a lot, and eventually found that lying on the bed with a couple of pillows just below crotch level, my cock in the upright bottle, worked best. She was able to lay side me stroking my body and talking dirty as I fucked the bottle. She was overjoyed when she was rewarded with a good load of milky semen squirting from the head of my cock. It took a place of honor in the middle of her frog collection. It worked better than I ever admitted and not only used it occasionally, with and without mom, to relieve the sexual tension, but still use it to this day. Working at the YMCA again, the time arrived for "Fair Day", a summer camp fundraiser. I had been talking to a very dark skinned black girl off and on for some months and during the weekend of the fundraiser I had spent a good deal of time helping her at her booth. After cleanup, Sunday afternoon, I asked her if I could walk her home. She accepted. The route took us, literally, right by the entrance to my apartment and I asked her if she would like to go upstairs and listen to some music and have a Coke. "Is your mom home?" She inquired. "She might not approve of me." "Mom would approve of anyone I brought home." I answered. "But, no, mom will not be home until six or so. She's working today." "You think we should be alone?" She asked. "To be honest, I was hoping you would give me some pussy." I whispered near her ear. I had nothing to lose by being direct. If she blushed or not, I could not tell. But, I doubt she blushed because she was just as direct. "I figured I might. I thought we would never get together. Being up front does away with all of the bull shitting around." She replied, wise beyond her years. For once, I had been bested. Jenna, was a bit shorter than I, at 5'7". Not large in the chest but her ample ass was bubbled out substantially, her thighs thick. Her shoulder length hair was hanging straight as most of her peers at the time. In the apartment, the refreshments and music were forgotten about. We stood in the middle of the living room kissing, fondling and undressing each other. My curiosity of her pussy was intense and, having shed our closing, I backed her to the bed. Her legs buckled and she dropped to her back. I lifted her legs, spreading them significantly, and peered down at a neatly trimmed, close cropped mat of curly hair outlining her pussy. Her pussy lips were almost nonexistent. Lifting her ass clear of the bed, she seemed to know what was in my mind, and elbowed herself further onto the bed and maneuvered herself around lengthways on the bed. I rushed into my bedroom to retrieve a condom, ripped it open, put it on as I ran back, and climbed atop her. Her legs spread and lifted and she reached for my cock. We coupled and began a frenzied rhythm with me trying to split her open as I slammed into her. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?" I had not noticed that the bathroom door had been shut when we entered the apartment. Mom, having a bellyache, had gotten the son of her boss to drive her home. Jenna and I decoupled and I stumbled off the bed, looking at mom with "deer in the headlight" eyes. "Get her ass dressed and out of my apartment." Mom stated harshly. "Now. God dammit! You'll pay for this one, you bastard." Mom turned and walked to the back of the apartment, the kitchen, leaving us alone. We dressed quickly. "I'm walking Jenna home." I hollered, as we hurried out the door and down the steps, running down the sidewalk a few steps before slowing to a walk. Then we began to laugh. "What did she mean? You'll pay for this one." She inquired. "You're the third girl mom has caught me fucking in her bed." I replied, causing both of us renewed laughter. It was not the entire story, unfortunately. "You're a very bad boy." She laughed. "There's no one at my house. That's for certain. Not until 10 tonight. But if there is, I'm going to fuck you in the middle of the yard. I followed as she took off running. I turned home about three hours later, finding mom preparing supper. I hollered, "I'm home" and sat on the couch watching TV. It was not long before mom came in to join me. "Spaghetti sound okay to you for supper?" She inquired. "Sounds great." I answered. "So, did you find a place to finish fucking her?" Mom inquired. "She is a pretty girl. I apologize for getting so upset. But why do you have to fuck them in our bed where we fuck? You know, we have unique situation here. Do you not give any thought to my feelings?" "It's just easier, I suppose. There is more room than my bed." I replied. "Of course I think about your feeling." Then, remembered to add. "I fucked her in her room". "I just don't understand you. You're not sorry you upset me." She continued. "I don't know what I'm going to do. But, I promise you I am going to find some way to pay you back. You're not going to fuck some black bitch in our bed and just brush it off." After letting her words sink in, she added. "And what's the story. Are you having a hard time getting white pussy?" More weeks passed and life went on. Mom's desire to fuck seemed to wane considerably. Oh, she still held up her end of the bargain, but she was less proactive in doing so. Many times, she gave me access to her treasure without becoming aroused herself. She tended to be a bit more short tempered and went to bed early. When I drove her to work there was little conversation. But as time went by, she seemed to become her old self. I figured the incident had been forgotten or forgiven. Then one day I picked her up from work and on the drive home she announced. "I was thinking. We could drive up-state for a few days. We could leave Friday and I don't have to be back to work until Wednesday morning." "I have always wanted you to see Lake George." I replied happily. So, it was set. We left early Friday morning, arriving in Lake George (actually Silver Bay a YMCA summer retreat) by noon. We spent the afternoon walking, relaxing, dining and sitting on the large front porch that evening talking to the other guests. Saturday, we rented a 13' Boston Whaler to spend the day on the lake. We crossed the lake to a small cove I was familiar with. We walked a small trail up the side of the mountain, returning to the boat for the lunch that we had packed. Mom seemed relaxed and happy and after lunch we spent time swimming and playing in the warm, 10'deep water of the cove, before retiring to a large boulder to sit in the sun. "I suppose you're horny as hell. I can see the bulge in your suit." She said warmly. "This is such a lovely spot. It would make a nice memory. Where do you think we can do it?" "We need to get a cushion out of the boat." I replied. "I saw a large rock back up the trail that should work good." "Already scoped it out, have you?" She teased. "You do have a one track mind! Always thinking about pussy, aren't you?" We both entered the water and swam to the boat, grabbed a cushion, and swam to the rocky bank. Walking about 100 feet into the woods, I stopped at the chosen rock and placed the cushion on it, stepping back to allow mom to take a seat. "Honey, I just don't feel comfortable taking off my bathing suit here in the woods." She said, positioning herself on the cushion. "It's easier for you, but I'm keeping mine on. " I lowered my swim shorts below my knees. Mom put her left arm around my neck as I moved between her legs. With her right hand, she pulled the crotch of her suit aside, leaning back slightly, as I placed the head of my cock to her treasure. "Ouch! Watch the hair, sugar." She exclaimed, as I pushed into her. "OOooooooooo! That feels soooo good. Like it's been a month since you've fucked me." There in the woods, we fucked slowly and passionately. It was one of the few times that having an orgasm was the last thing on my mind, and I think, mom's too. I concentrated on the feeling along my shaft as I pumped slowly in and out of her. Mom, moaned softly, holding me tightly with both arms, relaxing her grip occasionally to view our coupling. "It is so beautiful." She said once. There was no need for words in this quiet place. We rocked slowly together for nearly 30 minutes before mom said her back was hurting and asked if I wanted to finish. I pulled from her informing her that I was quite happy. We spent another hour motoring around the lake before returning the boat to the rental. Sunday morning, after eating breakfast, we walked around the grounds of Silver Bay, played table tennis and laughed a lot. "You're too competitive." Mom complained, when I slammed the ball at her. By late afternoon we had checked out and continued to drive up route 9N as mom had decided she wanted to see Fort Ticonderoga. "How far is Burlington Vermont?" Mom asked. "Maybe 50-60 miles. Why?" I queried. "Then turn around and pick up that young man going back to college. The sign he was holding said, "Returning to college, Burlington Vermont." "What about Fort Ticonderoga?" I asked. "We can't forget about that." Mom replied. It was totally out of character for mom to want to pick up a stranger, but I made a U-turn, pasted by the young man, made a U-turn and slowed down to a stop. He grabbed his bag, opened the back door and jumped in. "Thank you. I was beginning to wonder if I was going to be able to catch a ride this late. I'm Don Reinhardt." "I'm Irene. This is my stepson, Press." Mom lied. It would turn out to be closer to 70 miles, but Don turned out to be talkative and a good conversationalist. It was an enjoyable ride. As we enter the town limits of Vergennes, VT., just south of Burlington, mom asked if I would stop by a drugstore as she had a headache and needed some aspirin. "Dad in Europe. You and step-mom touring the countryside." Don observed, while mom was in the drugstore. "Would I be out of line if I called you a lucky son of a gun?" "Nothing is out of line among friends." I joked. "You'd be right on the money." "She is one sexy lady." He exclaimed. Mom returned and we continued through town. "Don, we would like you to have dinner with us." Mom stated. "The druggist said there is a good restaurant just down the road." "Thank you." He replied. "But please, let me pay for dinner." Again, Don was great company at dinner, but mom would not hear of him paying for dinner. After dinner, standing by the car in the parking lot; "Look, it's closing on 9:30 and there is a motel just down the street." Mom said, as she pointed. "I say let's get a room, get a good nights sleep and we can take Don into Burlington tomorrow morning. What do you say guys? You two can share a bed?" I was beginning to dislike having Don around. But, so decided, we drove down the street to the motel. Mom went for a short walk and Don and I sat watching a movie on TV. Mom returned and sat reading a magazine she had picked up at a nearby store. It was near 10:45 when mom sat her magazine down. "Fellows, I'm going to take a bath and get dressed for bed. Anybody have to pee?" She asked. I was aware of the bathtub water running, mom bathing and the water draining from the bathtub. I was a bit concerned that mom would soon come out of the bathroom with her nightgown on, as she owned no bathrobe. "I forgot my panties!" She shouted. "Could one of you guys bring them to me, please." I felt alarm as mom had included Don as a deliverer of her underwear. I scrambled to find them laying on her bed and hastened to the bathroom door. She cracked the door and I saw her standing there nude. "Thank you, sugar." She said, smiling at me. As expected, mom exited the bathroom wearing only her nightgown over her panties. I detected no bra and the light from the bathroom silhouetted her body through the nightgown. She returned to the bed, the one closest to the bathroom, retrieved the magazine and stretched out to begin reading again. "Don, the bathroom is free now if you'd like to take a shower." She stated. "Thank you, Irene." He replied, as he headed for the bathroom. I sat staring at my mother as she read. She did not look up at me or talk while Don showered. When Don finished, he exited the bathroom wearing the pants and shirt he had worn all day. I probably took the quickest shower of my life and slipped my pants on again. I exited the bathroom to find my mother still reading and Don reclining on our bed watching TV. I took a seat in a nearby lounge chair, feeling very uneasy. Mom was not being herself. After many long minutes; "Don, tell me something?" Mom asked, terseness in her voice. "What do you think about a step-son who would fuck some black bitch in the same bed where he fucks me?" I sat stupefied and speechless, as did Don. "Look at me, Don." She said, standing and facing the other bed, lifting the front of her nightgown to expose herself for Don's appraisal. "I am nearing 41 years old. Do you think I'm still attractive?" "You're lovely, Irene." Don offered, as he intensely appraised her womanly features, nervousness in his voice. Mom dropped her nightgown. Throwing a glare my way she walked to the door. She switched off the overhead entrance light, the bed-stand light between the two beds and the TV. She ignored the bathroom light with the door cracked about 2 inches. She turned to her bed and we sat there in semidarkness for long moments. "Don, have you ever fucked an older woman?" Mom solicited. "No ma'am." Don mumbled "Come over here and join me." She said. "Don't be afraid or shy. Press needs to be taught a lesson in good manners and you are going to help me to teach him." I watched Don stand and cross to the bed in an unsure manner. I fought for the words that would end this craziness, but I found none. I was also intrigued. Was my mother going to let a near stranger fuck her to teach me a "lesson"? "Come around the other side. Take your clothes off. And join me right here." Mom directed, padding the bed next to her right side. As Don removed his clothes, I could only barely see his erection. He entered the bed as mom sat up. I shuddered when she began to remove her nightgown and panties. Reclining back, mom turned to face Don, and immediately reached for his cock. He responded by fondling her tits, then quickly moved to suckle a nipple as his right hand moved down over her hips to palm her ass and draw her closer to him. "I forgot!" Mom said suddenly, rolling away from Don, leaving the bed, finding her purse and scrambling to find the condoms she had purchased at the drugstore. On the way back to the bed, she ripped the box, retrieved a packet and threw it at Don. "Here, put this on." This brief interlude caused a, just as brief, smile to cross my face as I remembered my own lapse of memory with Jenna. Mom maneuvered him atop her, as she maneuvered to the middle of the bed. Mom's legs widened and lifted, and though I could not see her right hand, I knew that it was undoubtedly guiding Don's cock to the entrance of her treasure. Her moan confirmed that Don had entered her and that she found his cock pleasing. Then, Don's motion attested to the fact that my mom, my lover, my treasure, my pussy was now being fucked by a near total stranger. And it had happened in the swiftest of time. By the dim light provided by the crack in the bathroom door, I could tell Don had been there before. He fucked mom slowly and passionately. But I noted, though mom moaned with each penetrating thrust, her body was not responding the way I thought it should. Involuntarily, I unzipped my fly and brought forth my own erection. "Fuck me, baby." Mom coached. "Fuck me deep." Giving in to my foolish curiosity, I left the chair and dropped to my knees at the foot of the bed. I, careful not to touch Don or my mother, moved in close to witness their coupling. My eyes, having adjusted to the darkness, aided by the dim light from the bathroom, had a more then adequate view of mom's treasure being, in my mind, violated. "Damn, why does he have to be so fucking thick!" I pondered, as I watched his cock withdrawal to the head before plunging back into her. "And long." I tarried long minutes before moving back to the lounge chair. I remained convinced that mom was not a full participant, as I slowly stroked my cock and watched and listened. The bed was soon squeaking rhythmically. Mom's uncontrollable grunts and moans increased as Don's rhythm increased. "Fuck me, baby!" Mom continued, raising her volume a bit. "Give it to me. Give me your cum, Don. Come on! Do it! Give me your cum!" Don's rhythm increased more. I smiled and stroked my cock a little harder. It was reminiscent of the nights mom was not into fucking, but wanted to please me anyway. She could talk cum out of a walnut. "Stick it in me! Deeper, dammit, deeper!" She commanded. "Harder, damn you! Give me your cum! Shoot it in me!" Don's heavy, loud moan gave evidence of the orgasm he could no longer hold back. Thankfully, the lustful movements on the bed slowed, then stopped. Don rolled off my mother to lie beside her. She turned to face him. I was relieved it was over as my erection deflated. "That was good, baby." She whispered. "But you did not cum." He replied in a concerned tone. "It's okay, honey. It's been a long day and I am give out." She whispered in a pacifying tone I had heard often. "You fucked me good. Now, let's go to sleep." Neither of them moved for long moments and I quietly retired to the other bed. I lay for long moments pondering what had transpired. I was amazed that my mother had carried a grudge so long. And, even more amazed, that her shy, introverted self had asserted itself. In the end, I concluded, her hatred of men had won out and for once she had her revenge. Consciousness came slowly and gradually I became aware of my mother's and Don's moans. Surely they're not? I rolled over. Eyeing the clock I noted the time at 7:35 in the AM. Straining to see into the now total darkness, as the bathroom light was now extinguished. I was instantly aware of the two forms locked in mortal lust. Who had initiated this sexual union? How long had they been fucking? Why had mom transformed into a wanton participant, her ass lifting with "his" endeavor to stab her to death? The squeaking bed filled the room with mind numbing evidence of her disloyalty. Yes disloyalty. Her treasure was taking pleasure in the fucking it was receiving. Her loud, unrestrained moans were confirmation of it. Their fucking seemed to go on forever, as I lay there mesmerized. Having spied earlier on them coupling, I could easily envision what his cock was doing to her, spreading her pussy wide as he plunged deep into her. With each plunge her moan was maddening. "I'll never fuck another woman." I lied to myself. Her animal moans ripped through me as she orgasm strongly. Her ass lifting off the bed as "he" continued to hammer into her, racing to his own orgasm that followed close behind hers. He continued to slowly fuck her long moments. With her legs still wrapped around him, her body had now become unreceptive and limp. Mom & 30+ Years Ch. 05 "Let me up." She said lightly. She left the bed, and entered the bathroom and all evidence pointed to her showering. "You awake?" Don asked. "Yeah." I reply. "You been awake long?" He asked. "Just a minute or two." I lied. "I got up to pee and had an urge I bet you've had numerous times. I wanted to eat her pussy big time. I don't guess she fights you." He explained. "When I finally managed to get her legs spread and my tongue on her clit, she gave in. I envy you all to hell. She has a good pussy. I'll remember her pussy the rest of my life." Then, he added. "And I strongly suggest you keep your girlfriends out of her bed." "Yeah." I replied. Mom & 30+ Years Ch. 06 A few weeks after returning home, mom got a call that the apartment she was waiting a year or more to get was now available. A large brick home, with a very large upstairs the owners had turned into an apartment, and which we soon moved into. Mom put a lot of money into her very large bedroom. It had six large windows across the back of the house, with trees right up to the windows that provided privacy, with mahogany stained trim. She installed a white carpet and painted the walls eggshell white. "My" bedroom was a small room in the front of the apartment next to the bathroom. Another large bedroom became a "catch-all" room. A unique feature of this upstairs apartment was the closets that ran the length of the house on the front side and front corner. And the 12 foot wide, L-shaped, cedar closet that was in the middle of the apartment. This apartment was an outstanding place to live, indeed. It took two solid weeks to prepare the apartment for our furniture. But, it did not hamper our ability to make it our own. We fucked on the toilet, in the very large bathtub, in the large closets, but found it difficult to breathe in the cedar closet. The apartment had a door next to the cedar closet that led downstairs to the owner's home, but mom paid visit, and with me making substantial noise around our apartment, we found that very little noise filtered downstairs. We soon had the apartment filled with what little furniture we had and things pretty much returned to normal for the next five months or so. I had always intended to return to the South and when school ended. I approached mom lying next to her one evening after our fuck session. "I suppose, I'll be cut off soon?" I queried. "You must really think me a cold bitch." Mom replied. "You think my bargain with you is like a paper contract that I will, or can, just tear up. I have given you more than just pussy, my dear boy. I have given you a part of myself as a woman. I could and have discarded and denied men, but as your mother, I could never deny you. Hell, you'd probably rape me anyway and who am I going to call." "You know I want to move south?" I said. "I already have an interview in Carolina." "I figured you would be leaving." She replied, her voice beginning to quiver. "But I didn't think it would be so soon." "The interview is not for three weeks." I said. "And we need to discuss the car. I was hoping I could buy it from you?" The following three weeks was like revisiting the first couple of months after mom and I became intimate. Mom fucked me like a mink. I admit I took advantage of her distress and requested my favorite position often, doggy style, and she showed little distress in assuming her least favorite position. I drove her to work and picked her up after work. We ate out almost every night and found something to do, movies etc. to keep from being in the apartment where we would talk about me leaving. On returning home, we showered together and fucked till the wee hours of the morning. The two days before I left mom took off work and we went into The City. We left the hotel only to eat. The rest of the time spent sleeping or fucking, many times with mom crying as we fucked. We agreed on a price for the car. Mom won, I got the car for nothing. I drove to Spartanburg, South Carolina for the interview. I didn't get the job so I continued to Greenville and stayed with aunt Lois. Before heading for Virginia for another interview, I got the pussy that Micky had offered, twice. I got the job in Virginia and about two months later I was living with a girl, Gayle, two years my senior. Two weeks after meeting Gayle, we went to Williamsburg for the weekend. We had dinner, retiring to the motel room around 7:30 and after a shower, in bed no later than 8:30. We fucked until the eastern sky was beginning to brighten up. Also, she could suck a golf ball through a water hose and she did not shy at the cum in her mouth. I was being spoiled. I mention this only because it still makes me smile and I too still find it amazing. Also, to show you the kind of gal I had the good fortune to know for about six months, before I discovered what a slut she really was. Within about 4 months or so my job took me to New York City and Gayle wanted to go with me to visit her mother in Montauk Point. This worked out quite well as we could spend the night with mom, I could deposit Gayle at her mother's, and then take care of business in The City and return to visit with mom for a day or two. Needless to say, mom was not overjoyed with meeting Gayle but was overjoyed I was coming to visit. We arrived at mom's about 6:30 p.m. and I used my key to let us in. "Hey mom, we're here." I shouted, as we climbed the 18 stairs to the apartment. Mom met us at the top of the stairs and I introduced her to Gayle. Having prepared supper for us, we ate and sat around the table talking till about 11:30. I was not surprised that Gayle and I would sleep in separate beds, but I was a bit surprised that mom gave Gayle her bed to sleep in. The bed's headboard sat against a classed double French door, and I figured that if I had a thought to wander mom had made it difficult. Mom and I were up early as I was going to drive her to work. We left Gayle sleeping. "You've got a lot of nerve bringing that bitch into my home." Mom said, scorchingly as we rode. "She found out that I was going to New York City." I replied, defending myself. "She had already taken off work. How was I supposed to say no. It could have looked funny." "Don't jerk my chain, sonny boy." She returned. "Nothing would look funny. We learned long ago that people don't look at us and think you're fucking me. And you can bet that you're going to give me a good fuck this morning before you go back and fuck that bitch." "The Agiston's not home?" I quizzed. Now, the Agiston's had converted the basement of their home into a bedroom for mom when she was a lived-in, before she had gotten her own apartment. We entered the home, mom shut off the alarm, and made a quick walk-through to make sure that all was as it should be. She returned to the kitchen and we made a bee-line down the steps to the basement. As I stripped, I watched mom remove her shoes, white uniform, slip, panties and bra. I admit, it was a bit of a shock. I had gotten used to Gayle's 23 year old body and now there stood mom in her 43 year old glory. Her thighs were tight from her walking but they were larger than I remember. Did her tits always sag like that? And did her ass always have those dimples all over the place? But, life brightened up when she turned to face me and I saw that lavish bush between her legs. I followed her to the bed and fell on her like a hungry beast. I attacked her breast, suckling hungrily. Turning her over, I nibbled on her ass and thighs. Finally, I turned her to her back. She spread her legs, reached for my rock hard erection, and when I felt the tip of my cock touch her pussy I shoved it in her, letting her yelp as it pulled hair going in. We broke into a frenzied rhythm, with her ass meeting my thrusts and the heels of her feet matching the rhythm on my ass. "Aagggggggg! Fuck me, you big cock motherfucker." Mom pleaded. "Fuck me until I can't stand up. Fuck me hard, damn you." "I'm going to fuck your ass off." I promised, as I hammered her pussy and forgot the thoughts of a few minutes earlier. This bed was a bit higher than most and this was not the first time I had fucked mom here. I pulled out of her and grabbing her legs dragged her to the foot of the bed, bringing her ass to sit right at the edge. I promptly reentered her, pushing her legs wide and watching my cock pump into her as I stood at the edge of the bed. Mom lifted her head to join me in the viewing of our coupling. I slowed to a long stroke, moderate rhythm "I've missed you so much!" She exclaimed. "You're hard cock. Your cum in my belly." For many long minutes I fucked mom like this. Her neck would tire and she would drop her head back to the bed for a moment or two, only to lift her head again to stare at our coupling. When the time arrived, my fingers massaged her mound, playing in the forest of hair, and my thumb found her Clit. "Aaahhhhh! Soft, sugar." Mom cried. "It's so sensitive. Yes! Like that." I softly stroked and massaged mom's clit as I slowly stroked into her, pulling almost out before pushing deep again. At one point, I stopped stroking and mom, desirous of the stroke, pumped her ass to keep my cock pumping into her. This brought me very close to exploding inside her as her action showed great desire on her part. A female in lustful heat. Her body stilled momentarily as the orgasm seized her. Mom's ass lifted as she came. "Ohhhhhhh! Son of a bitch!" She bellowed. "FUCK ME! DAMN YOU, FUCK ME HARD!" I did as I was commanded, grabbing her ass in my palms to hold them up so I could slam my cock straight into her. With her ass lifted up, her pussy sopping wet and desirous, I shot my load deep into her. "YES! YES!" She shouted. "Fill it up! I feel it. I swear I feel it!" I dropped onto her. We hugged passionately as I continue to pump into her, kissing her neck and face. After long moments, we stilled and lay silently in each other's embrace. "Come shower with me." Mom said. "You can't go home to Gayle smelling all funky." Mom cooked me a breakfast of ham and eggs before I left. She then walked me to the door. "You know, I really hate the thought of you going home and fucking her." Mom stated. "You want me to move her to my bed?" I asked, not trying to hide the fact that I was definitely going to fuck Gayle when I got home. "Oh! Hell no!" Mom replied, sarcastically. "We wouldn't want her to think something funny was going on, now would we?" "Funny, mom." I reply. I found Gayle drinking coffee when I entered the apartment. Sitting there in her nightgown with nothing underneath, I was instantly interested in getting her hot young ass into bed. As she sucked on my cock, I wondered what she might think if she knew where my cock had been 30 minutes earlier. After getting me good and hard, she climbed aboard and I let her ride for a good while before putting her on her back and giving her a lengthy fuck. We dressed and made the trip out to Montauk Point and I returned to The City for my work. Mom had to catch a bus home, with me not getting back to the apartment until about 9:30 p.m. "You want me to cook." Mom asked. "Are do you want to take your Mama out for a late dinner." "Lets go to Teresa's?" I proposed. We walked to Teresa's and enjoyed a great dinner. We returned home around 11:50. Mom changed the bedding on her bed and we undressed and entered the bed naked as we always had. She accepted me between her legs, I entered her and we slowly fucked as we talked. "I can't believe you still can keep it up?" She said, somewhere in the conversation. "Hey! I can still fuck you all night long." I said, offense in my voice. "And I can still let you." Mom replied. "I bet Gayle is lonely in that bed all by herself with no warm cock in her. I bet I can still out fuck her." "Mom, you're always going to have the best pussy." I assured her. "You still got some warm cum for me?" She whispered lovingly. It took me a while, with her enjoying every moment of it, but yes, I still had some cum for her. Mom and I had a day and a half to enjoy each other's company sexually, but we managed to get out a bit and enjoy the Island, which was beginning to experience a population explosion. I was not going to be sad about heading south again. About midday of the second day, I was showering in preparation for leaving. My plans were to pick up Gayle and make the drive back to Virginia nonstop. Mom had gone for a walk. "Do you mind if I join you?" Mom asked. Knowing the answer, I could hear her already undressing. I made room for her underneath the hot stream of water as she joined me. I began to massage and caress her body as she stood there before me. "You study my body so hard." She observed. "I hope you'll always find it to your liking." "I'll always love your body." I reply, as I took her left nipple into my mouth. "Are you going to miss me?" She queried. "You've got that little piece of tail to keep you warm and tuck you in at night." "I'm going to miss you terribly." I replied. "I much rather prefer you to tuck me in." Mom reached down and began to toy with my cock. "You cannot imagine how bad I miss having this around." She stated. "I hate the thought of that bitch sharing your cock. Does she fuck you good?" "She never says no." I answered. "And she sucks my cock real good." "You cum in her mouth?" Mom quizzed. "Every time." I answered, in a challenging tone. Mom reached outside the shower curtain, her hand returning with a towel, which she folded before dropping it to the bathtub floor. Kneeling on the towel, mom lightly kissed my cock before putting the head of it into her mouth. I watched her suck on my cock slowly, taking more and more of it into her mouth as she used her index and thumb to stroke the shaft. As I had fuck her earlier that morning, I hoped I could cum quickly if that's what she intended. I also wondered if the hot water splashing on her back would hold out. Long minutes passed; "Mom, I'm going to come." I warned, giving her a chance to eject my cock from her mouth. "I'm cuming! Aaggggggg!" Mom began to gag slightly as she expelled the cum out around my shaft. I admired the woman, my mom, for her gameliness not to be outdone by another woman. She stood and I wrapped my arms around her pulling her close. She was still gagging. "You didn't have to do that, you know." I whispered. "You don't have anything to prove." "You don't mean that." She challenged. "I do mean that." I replied, as I slid myself down to take a prone position in the large tub. "Now come down here and feed me that pussy." It took a bit of maneuvering, but she quickly positioned her pussy over my face. Then, I had to contend with water flowing off of mom's ass trying to drown me as I sucked and lapped at her lavishly covered pussy. "You sweet, sweet man." She moaned. Mom & 30+ Years Ch. 07 To make a horrible story short, Gayle being married and separated for many years, I paid for her divorce. We talked about marriage, but I began to catch on. While I was out of town, Gayle was fucking every man who looked at her. "I can't believe it!" I said to her, sitting in her kitchen that evening I confronted her. Doesn't the last year, me paying for your divorce and talk of marriage, mean anything to you?" "You know the boy I showed you that while back, my first boyfriend? We were a pair to junior high and high school and I never looked at another boy. He broke up with me and I fucked the first boy who asked me out. I ended up marrying him about been fucking every man who wants me ever since. I can't stop!" An end to a horrible experience, I asked Gayle for one last piece of ass before I left for good and the bitch turned me down. After leaving Gayle, I called mom to tell her the story and how stupid I felt for getting involved with such a bitch. "It's not your fault, Press." She comforted. "A pussy hungry boy like you can be sucked in pretty easily. It was not hard to tell she had your number. I would've broke your neck if I'd heard you talk about marriage to that bitch." "You making fun of me, mom, it's not helping much!" I accused. "How soon can you make it up here?" She asked. "Not for a couple of weeks." I answered pathetically. "I guess I'll just have to come see you." She said. "Can you pick me up from the airport tomorrow night?""Sure! Just leave me a message when!" I replied, my spirits being lifted immediately. I was waiting for mom, at 10 PM, at the airport gate when she arrived. After a brief hug of hello, we said little as we walked to the baggage area, collected her bags and walked to the car. "Let's stop somewhere for a bite to eat. I'm starving." She suggested. "Give us a chance to relax and catch up. Hell, it's been a little over two months since we've seen each other....... been together." "I suppose you're missing that hot little piece of ass?" She challenged, as we sat eating in a secluded corner booth at IHOP's. "When you screwed that bottle of yours last night, who were you thinking about, me or her?" "You know me too well, mom." I replied. "I was thinking of you! I always think of you, when it is just me and the bottle. You just being here is making me feel a lot better." "I'm glad one of us could get off work! I'm ashamed to say I'm not here just for you, sugar! You remember I told you about Oscar? Well, I had to give it up, to help pay the bills you understand, and the son-of-a-bitch can't keep his cock hard long enough to satisfy a woman and he hasn't offered to eat my pussy. It's your fault, that I'm addicted." I can't say I was happy with the fact that mom had allowed the ugly fucker to get this cock in her but I understood she was saving for retirement. After eating, we arrived at my apartment a little after 12 o'clock. "You're working tomorrow, right?" She asked. "Yes, up and out by seven." I replied. "I won't keep you up anymore than necessary, but Mama needs some attention. Give me a minute to scrub up. I expect you to be in bed waiting and ready with great anticipation." In my mom's wisdom, she left the door of the bathroom open and I positioned myself so I could watch her reflection in the door length mirror, bare assed, one foot on the toilet, scrubbing her pussy with a washcloth. I undressed and stood there, in the dark bedroom fondling my stiff cock with, yes, great anticipation of getting my cock into her. Leaving the bathroom light on, she walked past me and positioned herself in the middle of the bed, on her back, legs spread and knees high. "Press, we can be romantic tomorrow night." She stated bluntly. "Come and give mom what she wants. Then, fill my belly!" There was enough light for me to see her lavish bush, causing a shot of adrenaline to shoot through my brain. I stood looking at it briefly. Without much ado, I positioned myself between her legs and proceeded to probe her pussy with my tongue. Knowingly, she lifted her ass off the bed and I slid my palms under her buttocks. I dined on the most provocative and forbidden fruit, my mother's treasure, my mother's pussy. She lifted her feet and placed them on my shoulder, giving me clear access to her fuck hole to tongue fuck her. I lifted her ass as my tongue plunged as deep as I could push it into her. "I have missed you so much!" She moaned. "Your tongue feels so good inside me. Yes! Pushed it deep!" I knew she would not last long if I focused on her clit. I was actually concerned that she might comeby my tongue fucking. She was indeed in need of sexual relief. As in a near death experience, the many times mom and I had been intimate reeled through my mind. I was content holding her ass in my hands and my face in her pussy giving her sexual satisfaction. I could not imagine a man not warning to eat this lavishly bushed treasure, but I was thankful that Oscar had not offered. I would pray he never would. "I'm coming! Oh God! I'mmmmmmmmmmmm! Coooooommmmmmming!" She yelled loudly. I was happy the bedroom was in front of the house and in the outer corner of the four-apartment complex. There was always a chance that someone upstairs might be awake at this hour, but at the moment I pushed those concerns aside. As mom's orgasm subsided I climbed atop her as she reached for my cock, placed it to her pussy, and I pushed it deep into her. As needy as she had been, I too lost myself in my need as I began to fuck her vigorously. "Yes baby! Yes, fuck me good! Fuck me hard!" Mom begged. My hands reached to clinch her buttocks and pulled her in tight as I hammered into her. I could feel her heels tap rhythmically on my ass, her hands slapping on my back. Her pussy was soaking wet and I thought of her pubic hair wet and matted. "Damn you! You motherfucker! Come in me!" She taunted. "Shoot your cum in my belly!" One, two, three times my cock pulsed as my cum shot into her forbidden treasure as I moaned almost as loudly as she had. Our bodies stilled for long moments. "Your nails need to be cut, sugar!" She chided. "I think I've got a few holes in my ass." " Sorry, mom." I apologize. "I lost control." "You lost control!" She exclaimed. "I was out of my mind there for a minute or two. I thought you had to get up early?" I had released her ass and slid my arms up under her back, continuing his stroke into her slowly. "Just a few more minutes?" I requested. "I'm still hard." "I can tell, sugar." She replied. "I'm as happy as a clam for you to keep screwing me, but if you get me upset again you are not going to stop until I get off again!" We had been here before, neither of us seemingly to get enough of each other. As we fucked, we talked. About her new relationship with Oscar, about what I was going to do now that I was alone without a girlfriend and how we were going to manage to get together, us being 400 miles apart. "You have your bottle and I have my finger......." "and a few other toys if I remember correctly!" I interjected. "Yes, those too. But what I was going to suggest is that maybe you could call me or I could call you and we could..... have a little bit of fun on the phone?" "You forget that I suggested that long ago and you didn't want to have any part of it." I taunted. "Well, I've changed my mind." Mom replied. "Well, maybe I don't want to do that now." I taunted. "You do have Oscar to take care of your sexual needs." "That's true!" Mom played along, sensing my mood. "Maybe, I shouldn't be allowing another man to screw me. Oscar might not like it. In fact, I think you should pull your cock out of me right this second." "Do you now!" I challenged. "When pigs fly! I'm going to fuck your pussy whether Oscar likes it or not." "Let me up!" Mom demanded, pushing on my chest and wiggling her ass to uncouple us. "Oscar will kick your ass when I tell him how you took me!" "Tell him what you like!" I replied. "But you're not getting up! I'm going to screw you until you can't stand up!" "No! Let me up!" She pretended to demand angrily. "Let me up, damn you!" We had been here before, also. Playing games to get ourselves re-excited when we should have called it an evening. It seemed every time one or the other of us could not get enough we would suggest a scenario with a provocative plot. Tonight it was me, in the beginning, anyway, but soon, as we tussled, she resisting, me persisting, she joined me and we lapsed into heated, lustful, incestuous fucking. As I fucked her, I looked down to study her ass as I often did. The light from the bathroom allowed me to see and enjoy her beefy buttocks as they flattened on the bed each time I shoved into her. The action mesmerized me as I played with the rhythm, sometimes fast sometimes slow, long and short strokes, all to the intense pleasure of us both. "I want to fuck to you all night long." I said in a labored breath. "I'm hoping you do!" She replied, her breathing as labored as my own. "You still want my cock out of your pussy?" I quizzed. "You do and I'll never forgive you!" She replied. A lengthy time later I began to sense that mom was in the zone, lost in her own lustful world. I concentrated on my rhythm to keep it steady, thrusting into her as I listened to her breathing and moaning. I continued to concentrate on her buttocks flattening onto the bed, slowly beginning to build to my own orgasm, just waiting for mom. I did not have to wait very long. Her body stilled for a moment. She moaned loudly and animal like as the orgasm flowed through her body. I let go with a brief furious fuck. I filled her body once more with cum. "The sweet motherfucker!" She whispered, as her hand gripped my buttocks pulling me to her. "It's two-thirty!" I said with a sigh, glancing at the clock. "I've got to get a couple hours sleep." I pulled my cock reluctantly out of her and slipped to her side. Resting in her arms, I went to sleep immediately. My alarm woke me at 6:05am and I wearily rolled out of bed and entered the shower, leaving mom sleeping on her side. Or so I thought. Within a minute or two I heard her enter the bathroom sit down on the toilet and pee. "Do you mind if I join you?" She asked. "No, not at all." I answer. "You can wash my back." "Only if you wash mine." She replied She joined me in the shower, we kissed briefly but passionately, and proceeded to scrub each other. "What time will you the home?" She asked. "About six." "I'll have supper ready for you. You do have food in the ice box I hope?" "Yes I do." I answered. "You know I'll have to go home tomorrow night." She informed me. "My flight is at eight o'clock." "So we'll make the best of our time tonight!" I replied. "I think a little torture would be just the thing!" "You do, do you!" She replied knowingly. The day went slowly about all I could think about was the one more night I would have with mom. I had no idea when I would be able to see her again and now there was Oscar in the mix. He would have to be worked around. And what if he started eating mom's pussy? I was home by six. We finished eating and cleaning up my seven, all the while throwing sexual innuendos around loosely. After showering, we stood in a naked embrace at the foot of the bed. The curtains being drawn did not hinder the light from outside, leaving the room in a soft glow of evening. "Now, dear lady." I directed. "Assume the position." I'll remind you that mom was an avid walker and her body, especially her legs, was tuned and strong. Game for what was in store for her, she squatted at the foot of the bed, holding on to the railing only for support. I studied her briefly before dropping a small pillow between your legs and taking a position on my back behind her. "Lift up just a little." I directed. I scooted myself under her ass as she lifted up a bit, putting my face right at her pussy, positioning the pillow behind my head. To give her a little help, a little mind you, I cradled her ass with my hands. Thus in position, I began to explore her pussy with my tongue. "You are a sadistic bastard." Mom said, as her breath caught as my tongue probed her treasure. "Have a little heart, sugar. Don't leave your dear mom in this position too long." In the dozen times I had eat her pussy in this position, her stamina had only faltered once, falling forward to her knees. Thus, putting us in a 69 position where she quickly opted to suck my cock, to my great delight. I scolded her later for not holding the position. Her breathing was becoming labored, her right hand pulling my hair, forcing my face into her pussy. "You let me come and I'll let you screw me the way you like!" She offered. I put my tongue to her clit, circling it with the tip of my tongue and flicking it up-and-down. I hated to let her get off this easy. "Don't you stop!" She commanded. "I'm serious, dammit! You stop and I'll cut your cock off." I removed my hands, and what little support I was offering, from her ass. "You motherfucker!!" She bellowed. Her body was quivering. Seconds later the orgasm seized her, her body quaking with the strain forced on it, only to end in a shake. Slowly, she dropped forward. I rolled to my knees behind her, moving close, took my cock in my right6 hand, and spreading her cheeks with the other, I put my cock to her pussy and entered her. "AAaagggggg! You sure don't mind taking advantage of your mother's lapse in judgment." She moaned. "You said anyway I wanted!" I replied. "At least let me get on the bed!" She pleaded. I pulled from her and we rose together. I followed her around the bed where she took a position in the middle of the bed. I, once more moving close behind her, spread her cheeks again, gazing on her pussy I put my cock to her treasure. I eased it into her and began a slow rhythm, leaning back to watch my cock stroke into her. "Boy, what I do for you!" "I'll control myself." I assured her. "You had better!" I continued in a slow rhythm for many minutes. Then, I worked my feet flat on the bed and rose above her. "I'm going to go for it, mom." I said. "Give me two minutes. No more!" "Two fuckin minutes!" I began to fuck her vigorously, my hands lightly supporting myself on her hips. She pushed her face into the bed as she moaned with each thrust of my cock sinking deep into her pussy. "FUCK ME!" She yelled into the mattress. "YOU BIG DICK MOTHERFUCK!!" I do not know if I passed the two minutes are not. Mom was a trooper and I experienced a strong orgasm, filling her pussy with warm, white semen, which she enjoyed, she told me. An interesting note; the day after my mom left I happen to meet Cindy, the girl living in the apartment above us, coming out as I was going in. "Hi, Press! I see your mother was visiting. I hope you two had a good time?" She asked. "A quick visit, but yes, we had a good visit." I replied. "I'm glad her toe wasn't broken! She let out a pretty good shout the other night. I told her I didn't understand her profanity but it must've hurt!" She said. "Yeah! It woke me up. She said she had hit her toe on the door seal on the way to the bathroom." I added, lying like a dog. See you later." "I think I would have liked that but Bill was transferred to Florida. I leave tomorrow. Say hi to your mom for me next time you see her. Ya'll seem close." She stated, with what appeared disturbingly to me as a knowing smile. "We are kind of close." I answered. "I'll tell her hi for you." Mom & 30+ Years Ch. 08 I have been somewhat diverted from continuing the chapters. After reading some reviews asking for a continuation, I have refocused my attention. I could write chapter after chapter of the times that mom and I were intimate. In previous chapters I wrote about the unusual happenings, so with this chapter we will jump a head quite a few years to show how things deteriorated and became a bit stressful. Mom had retired and moved near us so she had to be at least 62, but I think we can add a year or more to that. I was talking to the neighbor lady by my chain-link fence and looked up to see mom coming down the street. If she had taken the bus, there would have been two transfers to get her to my street and an estimated time of two hours. Needless to say, I was quite taken aback when she told me she had walked from her apartment to my house. It was closing on 3 o'clock and she told me she had left her apartment around 11 o'clock. I estimated the distance at close to 8 to10 miles. It was a hot July day, which concerned me even more. "You walked here!" I exclaimed. I could tell that the neighbor lady was quite concerned also. "You walked across the bridge! What could you possibly be thinking mom?" "No big deal." She answered nonchalantly. "It was a nice walk and it's not all that hot out." Mom had answered nonchalantly but she did not like to be criticized and I could tell she was becoming upset. I have written earlier that mom was fit as a fiddle due to her walking. What I did not know at the time was that mom was in the beginning stages of dementia and possibly Alzheimer's and in the coming months she would walk from sunup to sundown, some kind of syndrome, which took me quite a while to discover. I left mom talking with the neighbor lady and reentered the house. Mom followed me in within a few short minutes. I wore my usual summer attire of cotton, elastic waist shorts and a T-shirt. I was barefooted. Mom had on a lightweight skirt and a light shirt, which had three buttons at the top. Her shoes were her usual flats and she wore a large brimmed straw hat. "Mom, you have done some silly things but this tops them all." I exclaimed facing her in the living room. "I haven't seen you since Monday! Where the hell have you been?" She challenged. "It's only Wednesday for crying out loud." I said. "I told you I would probably be over Friday." "I thought it was later in the week. Perhaps Friday! That's why I was wondering where you were." She defended. "You damn well come over whenever you want some ass! You don't think I get tired of waiting for your schedule. I came all this way to get me some sugar and you want to argue with me." I glanced at the clock. "Mom, it's five after three! We can't be doing anything so late in the afternoon." I tried to reason. "There's no telling when Della will pull in the driveway." Mom turned to walk into my son's old bedroom just off the living room. She turned, and while looking at me, reached up under her skirt and removed her panties. "I expected to get here earlier but that didn't happen." She said with determination. "I dressed for the occasion and you damn well better get in here and take care of me before she does pull into the driveway. After that I don't care what you do." I left the wood door open as I turned the lock on the storm door. I scanned the area and no one was out on the street, the neighbor lady was either in the backyard or back inside. I could feel the bulge beginning in my crotch. But I made a decision I was not going to fuck mom this day. When I returned to the bedroom I saw mom laid back across the bed her ass on a towel with her knees high and spread wide, her feet flat on the bed. I stood staring at her pussy. Her panties lay partially hidden under her left buttock. Even at her age with a thinning bush, her pussy was mesmerizing to me. My cock was at full attention and pushing against my thin cotton shorts. Her ample belly showed very little pouch. For a woman, or a man for that matter, a lot of flab can disappear when laying flat of her, or his, back. I was anxious but her pussy was more than I could stand. As I bent over the edge of the bed, I knew I could hear if a car pulled up. I placed my hands on the outside of mom's thighs and put my tongue to her pussy. I began lapping and probing but quickly concentrated the tip of my tongue on her clit. The aroma of her pussy was not offensive but was indeed strong from the workout of walking all that distance. Her moans did not start right away but were soon coming steadily. I placed my left forefinger to her hole and teased her briefly before sticking it into her. The humping of her ass was instantaneous and her moans soon changed in tone and pitch, telling me she was losing herself to lust. Numerous things were coursing through my mind. Number one and foremost was the chance that my wife would pull into the driveway. Worst-case scenario was for me not to be aware of it. If time allowed, and under normal circumstances it would, I had decided to wet my dick in mom's pussy. I would be taking a chance getting balls deep into her pussy knowing that there was a slight chance that my wife would be in the mood to fuck this night. For some odd reason, Wednesday was the average. Added to the list was my mother acting strangely. Walking for near four hours with intentions of getting her pussy a little TLC. I could not dispel the thought of her saying she too needed a little TLC. The old lady still desired my tongue, which had been her choice to orgasm for some time. Her continued sexual desire was the reason why our incestuous relationship had continued. It was meant, in the beginning, to last just over two years but mom discovered that she liked a good orgasm, addicted really, when she was not being suppressed by a man's thumb. I often wondered if she letting me stick my cock in her was just a means to an end. Then there was the competition, in her mind only, between her and my wife. I suppose, I did not help, complaining, truthfully, that I was not getting the amount of pussy I thought proper and, not so truthfully, that her pussy was much better than my wife's. The incestuous lust had always been a plus, making her pussy seem like the best. And there was a time when mom could hold her own in the clutches, fucking me with more passion than my wife could muster, but I still continued to tell her, her pussy was the best. Her breathing transitioned to huffing and puffing alerting me to her nearing orgasm. I eased up on her clit to flick it with a feather-light caress, as I often had to keep her suspended, causing the orgasm to hit like lightning. Her ass quaked and shook, as did the excess flab on her thighs. She had taken up hollering upon reaching orgasm and it was loud. Her body finally relaxed and she lay breathing heavily. I stood. It was only a matter of pushing my cotton shorts down to release my raging hard on. Stroking my cock, I moved to the window and looked down the street. Moving back to the bed, I took hold of her thighs and pulled her ass to the edge the bed. Mom looked at me knowingly. I moved in close between her thighs and with little ado I poked her pussy, found her hole easily and pushed into her. I cradled her legs in my arms and began an aggressive rhythm. Things were still running through my mind. How daring I had become. It dawned on me that I could have easily put my mother off until I drove her home after dinner. I could have called my wife with some lame excuse making sure she was still at work. Long minutes ticked by. My mother used to urge me on with sexual banter and role-playing. Now, she just lay there grunting each time I shoved my cock deep. With no verbal encouragement in the light of day, coupled with the stress of discovery, I finally gave up. I could not reach orgasm. On the plus side, I would not have to worry about my mother cleaning up or walking around, her panties constraining my cum. Mom began making the meatloaf that my wife was going to cook, making my wife quite happy when she did walk through the door. "How did she get here? By bus?" My wife whispered as we cleaned up the kitchen while my mother was watching TV. "You would think! But no, she walked here." I replied. "You have got to be joking?" You have to talk to her! As hot as it is she could have had a stroke, got hit by a car or mugged." I promise I would. Then, my thoughts turned to the ridiculous and imagined how many cars had slowed down wanting to give the lady a ride. Mom had a hell of a motion in her walk when her mind was on getting to the destination. I had already felt the vibes from my wife. She was not going to be in the mood this night. My body and mind was still quite uptight from not finishing earlier. "Mom wants to stop by a couple of stores." I lied, as I kissed my wife goodbye. "Hopefully I won't be too late." I wasted no time getting mom to her apartment. I listened to her chatter, nodding and answering when appropriate. My mind was on one thing and that was getting mom back into bed. "Are you coming up?" She inquired, a question in her tone, as I passed the entrance door to park the car. "I didn't come earlier mom." I informed her. "I'm hoping you will give me a few minutes of your time for me to try again." "You know I will sugar." She answered. We entered her apartment and I redirected her from the kitchen. It seemed she had forgotten. "The bedroom mom." I directed, lightly gripping her shoulders to guide her to the bedroom. "The bedroom. Remember?" "Don't you want a Coke or something?" She queried. "No mom. I want some pussy." I answered. "You never want to talk! All you ever want is pussy!" I anxiously watched her undress as I began to strip. I watched her methodically strip the bed, folding it neatly at the bottom of the bed. She then entered the bed and position herself in the middle. I entered from the bottom of the bed and slipped between her lifting legs. As naturally as could be, she reached for my cock and placed it to her. I hungrily pushed into her. I heard a slight grunt. "Are you okay mom." I said holding still but deep. "Yes. I'm fine. I always am when I have your cock in me." She replied lovingly. "Screw me good." Her words told me I was on solid ground and I began to fuck her with an aggressive rhythm. She had had her pleasure earlier and it was time for me to have mine. I had sufficient time and a secure location. It was now dark, but still the lights of the street and parking lot illuminated the bedroom considerably. It was dark enough so that my mind could take me back to an earlier time when mom was not so old and she fucked with zeal, moaning and chattering, rather than grunting and behaving passively or submissively, take your pick. I was in my element so to speak. I had been between my mother's thighs many times over the years and it was always the knowledge of the incestuous, erotic and lustfulness of it all that drove me on, kept my cock hard as a rock until my cock jerked filling my mother's belly with my cum. Somehow they know. Of the eight women I had been fortunate enough to bed, they all knew or learned to know when I was very close to ejaculating. "Yes baby! Give it to me! Come in Mama's pussy!" She exclaimed moments before I shot off. "GGgggggggggggggg!" I moaned loudly. Relief was instantaneous. Whether wanting to or not, I always stayed inside of mom for long moments, kissing and whispering in her ear how much I loved her and loved her pussy. I did so this time. I pulled my still simi-erect cock out of her slowly. I enjoyed it immensely, pulling my cock from my mother's treasure, leaving behind a token of my appreciation. Stiffly she rose from the bed and I followed her to the bathroom. I washed my cock in the sink as always and watched her squat in the tub as she always did after intercourse. When my mother retired and moved to Virginia, I was overjoyed with the apartment that my wife and I had managed to get her into. She was on the third floor of the 10-story high-rise. Based on her Social Security income her rent was quite low and included cable TV. I figured she would live there a long time. It gave me peace of mind and a wonderful place for our incestuous doings. I remember, we were quite anxious waiting for her new bed to arrive to break it in properly. We had engaged in foreplay and fondling each other for some time before the bed finally arrived. We had fucked like newlyweds! One day in late November I received a call from mom. "You're not going to believe what I have done." She told me happily on the phone. "What's that mom?" I queried bracing myself. "I bought a trailer. A mobile home." She related. "It's right off Tidewater Drive and Little Creek. I can't wait for you to see! " "You bought a mobile home? How much did you pay for it?" I quizzed. "$2,250.00." She replied. "The manager gave me the papers to have the title transferred." 'You have got to be kidding me!' My mind screamed that said, "mom what kind of trailer could you have bought for $2250.00!" Mom had accomplished a lot in the six days since we were last together. She had purchased the trailer, leaving herself with only about $300 in the bank, and managed to move her bed, kitchen table, two chairs and refrigerator. How she accomplished that I'm still in the dark. Man with a truck is all I got. There were no carpets on the floor, no air-conditioned, no heat and there was a tree limb about 3 inches in diameter and 3 foot long growing through the bedroom window, which totally lacked a glass. On the plus side, it had a brand-new hot water heater and a range that worked. I stood in the bedroom looking at the limb and thinking how much money it was going to cost me to make this dilapidated trailer livable. I felt like I was going to have a heart attack but I was aware there was of a bulge building in my pants. "Mom. Come in here." I called to her. When she entered the bedroom I told her, "Take your close off mom". "I thought we were going to the store and it's a bit cold in here anyway." She said. "I don't really feel like right now." "But I sure as hell do!" I replied sternly. "Now take your damn clothes off! If you want just, take your pants and panties off but get your ass naked." I pushed my loafers off and began to take my pants off, intent only to strip from the waist down, leaving my socks on. I retrieved are clothes and placed them across the corner of the bed. There was nothing else in the bedroom except the bed. The limb would have worked had I thought about it. "Get on the bed on your knees." I directed. "Place your knees near the edge like we do sometimes when I'm in a hurry." "Are you upset with me?" She queried with a bit of concern in her tone. "Not at all mom. I'm hunky-dory. I just need some pussy. Some of your pussy." I replied, trying to sound sarcastic. I stroked my cock a couple of times finding it rock-hard and feeling like it was going to split in half. I moved close in behind her not caring to spread her cheeks to find her hole more easily. I began to poke and stroke my cock between her legs. "Tell me when it's there." I directed. "Right there. No. Down just a little bit. Right there!" She guided. I pushed into her less than damp pussy. I didn't want to take my time but I did, finally getting my cock deep into her, listening to her groans. Again, I didn't want to be gentle but I did, pumping into her until I felt a bit of lubricant. Yes, mom was still quite capable of getting quite wet. I then began to fuck her with abandonment, taking my anguish and despair out on her ass and pussy. She took the punishment silently for long minutes. "Press! You're hurting me!" She eventually exclaimed. "Give me a minute dammit!" I said in labored breath. "Just another minute!" "Dammit! You're hurting me!" She nearly shouted. Forgive me, but the thought of hurting her urged me on and I shoved into her even deeper. Her groans told me she was feeling the blunt of my despair. It did not take a minute, or 30 seconds. Feeling the orgasm hit, I shoved my cock deep into her and held fast, emptying an abundant load, I felt, into her pussy, her belly. Feeling dizzy and disoriented, I straightened my body and my cock, drained and limp, plopped from her. I moved a way from her. Mom stiffly eased herself off of the bed and headed for the bathroom. "I hope that was as good for you as it was for me!" I called after her in a high volume. "Hell no! You know it wasn't you bastard!" She called back. "You hurt me like that again and you won't be getting anymore of this ass!" After dressing, I sat down at the table with mom having coffee and had a heart-to-heart talk with her about what I thought she had done, how crazy it was. She fought me tooth-and-nail to stay there. After spending about $1500, my wife and I decided we were throwing money down a hole and sent my mother up to New York to stay with some friends until another apartment, in a different complex, became available. It took about eight months and I missed her dearly. When she lived in New York, before she retired, it was pretty much taken for granted we were apart and I was able to keep things in perspective. When she moved to Virginia it was a whole new ballgame and I took it for granted she would be there, available for the asking, and sometimes taking. When she did get back to Virginia to a new apartment, things were much different in her mental state of being. She continuously talked of the trailer. The money on the trailer was lost but luckily my mother never got the title changed. The trailer park is now low-income housing.