11 comments/ 425618 views/ 28 favorites Mom & I By: lohengren99 When I was 32, I went through a very messy and expensive divorce and asked my parents if I could move back with them and share expenses. My mother was 53 and was (and still is) very attractive, dark hair with a touch of gray, womanly curves without being plump, and a pair of very nice round tits. My father was 60 at the time and had recently undergone prostate surgery and was still recovering from that and appreciated having the help around the house during his healing time. For several months this arrangement worked very well. They had their privacy and I had my freedom. But of course it was awkward to invite women over for the night, so my horniness began to build. I bought a TV and VCR for my room so I could watch porn and jack off but it wasn’t the same as actually fucking a nice hot pussy, of course. I then noticed that my parents seemed edgy and at odds with each other. My mother in particular seemed restless and crabby. One Monday night, my father went out bowling, as was his custom, leaving my mother and I to relax around the house and watch TV. I was wearing flannel boxers and a t-shirt and she was wearing her bathrobe, having freshly showered. She was certainly attractive but not acting terribly sexy or seductive. Mom sat down next to me on the couch, sort of sighed and laid her head on my shoulder. Since we are a "touchy-feely" family this did not seem unusual at all. "We need to talk about something very serious" she said after a while. "Okay" was all I said, knowing that she would proceed, as she was comfortable. "There are two problems growing in this house" she said. "First I know that since your divorce, your sex life must be almost nonexistent." I nodded in agreement to this. "And secondly, since your dad's operation, he has been unable to meet my sexual needs and it is frustrating both of us very much". "There is more than one way to 'skin a cat' you know" I chided. "Well, your dad has never been very adventurous in bed, so “the cat” has been skinned only one way all these years" she joked back. "But anyway, here is the deal, he and I have talked this problem over very seriously, and we have discussed your problem also, and we have a suggestion that might be a solution for all of us." My curiosity was certainly aroused. "And that would be....?", I asked. "As you know, your dad goes out bowling with his friends every Monday and Thursday night. We propose to you, that those nights be a 'date night' for you and I. On those nights, after he leaves, you and I can find satisfaction with each other. You do not have to go looking for a cheap relationship, and I do not have to have an affair that might become known in the community." I looked deeply into my mother's eyes. There I saw love, some lust, and some fear of how I might react to this unusual suggestion. "That is" she said, "if you find me desirable....." sounding a little uncertain. By now my cock was hard and throbbing in my pants. I took her hand and gently laid it over my erection. "What do you think?" I asked her. She smiled and said "Well, I guess that question is answered". Her fingers reached inside the band of my boxers and found my cock at the same time my lips found her mouth. Our first kiss was like electricity. Her lips parted and took my tongue in to her mouth. She began to suck my tongue. By now she had fished my cock out and was stroking it. It was so wild and erotic, frenching my mother while she jacked my dick. As we kissed, I reached inside her bathrobe and cupped her relatively firm tits and began to fondle them. Her nipples grew hard in my fingers. She moaned softly around my tongue and squeezed my cock in response. "It's been so long since I have had a hard cock to love that I just have to taste it" With that she leaned over and ran her tongue around the head of my dick. Then she began to suck in earnest. As her mouth slid up and down my cock, her hand alternated between stroking the skin and caressing my cum filled balls. I was able to reach down her back and slide my hand into the crack of her ass. I couldn't quite reach her pussy, but I was able to play with her ass. I some how got my shirt off during all these gyrations. "Stand up" she said. Standing, she slid my pants down and I stepped out of them. Her bathrobe came off her shoulders. Looking down I could see my mother, naked, on her knees, sucking my cock... her tits rubbing the fronts of my thighs. She left my cock with her mouth and started licking my balls. I could tell she was cock starved by how hungrily she went after my dick. Of course, it had been a while for me also and I could tell I wasn't going to last long. "Mom... unless you want a faceful of cum, you had better slow down" I warned her. "Baby, that is exactly what I want" and with that her mouth was around my cock, sucking even harder than before. I felt my orgasm begin to build and my hips began to thrust at her mouth. I was fucking my mom in the mouth, loving every second of it and so apparently was she. I wrapped my hands in her hair and fucked her in the mouth. The first blast of my cum went straight down her throat and then she pulled her mouth off and jacked my spewing cock. My cum sprayed over her face and then began to drip down on to her tits and erect nipples. She continued to lick the cum off the head of my cock, keeping it hard and hot in her hand. Without even pausing to wipe my cum off her face, she laid back, pulled her knees up, parted her thighs, exposing her wet hairy cunt, and said "Fuck me.... come fuck your cock starved, cum loving mother..." I laid between her thighs and my cock was almost scalded by the heat of her pussy. She thrust her hips up at me and my cock slid into her. I was surprised that she was as tight as she was, but since I was an only child, her pussy hadn't been stretched like many other women's pussies. Once my cock was in my mom, she became a wildcat. At first we frenched while we fucked, my cum covering our faces, but then she began to get vocal. "God, I have missed being fucked like this.... I need cock... I need cum... fuck me.... fuck me like a whore....fuck me you motherfucker…" The longer we fucked the more vocal she became and the more crude she spoke. I could actually feel her pussy getting hotter and tighter as her orgasm approached. When she came, she screamed and cried. Her hands grabbed my ass firmly. Her nails dug into my ass. Her hips pounded mine, driving my cock deeper and deeper into the far reaches of her pussy. My cock began to swell again, stimulated by the spasms of her cunt around it. "Oh god, mom, I going to cum again... I'm going to fill your pussy with my hot cum" "My mouth baby... my mouth.... cum in my mouth... mommy wants it in her mouth and on her face." At the last second, I pulled out of her cunt, moved up and sat on her tits (I could actually feel her hard nipple teasing my asshole) pointed my cock at her face and began to shoot my second load. Mom took my cock in her hands and jacked me into her mouth, catching most of my intense, but smaller, load on her tongue, but some shot on to her cheek and in her hair. I collapsed on to her. I licked my cum off of her cheek and put my tongue into her mouth. She eagerly cleaned it off. We laid there catching our breath for a while. "Your dad will be home at 10. Part of our agreement is that he will not see us together, even though he knows what is happening" We got up, cleaned up and got dressed. When dad came in at 10 sharp, he found us sitting on the couch, watching the start of the news on TV. "So, did you two have a pleasant evening?" he asked. I smiled, and mom said, "Yes, it was very, very relaxing" and I saw her wink at him. That was three years ago. Since then every Monday and Thursday night, when dad leaves, mom and I fuck our brains out, and I have no intention of moving out! Mom and I Well it was not so long ago, few years back when I started having regular sex with my mom , this all happened one day when I was caught beating my meat in the bed . Actually my father has left both of us and had started living alone, now in home we two were to take care of each other and each other's needs. I was 19 then when one day after comming back from college I after changing in to shorts and T-shirt started jacking off, suddenly mom who was 40 than came in my room .It was so sudden that I could not even cover my self and exactly at that point I was about to ejaculate, so I didn't stop and unloaded my cum out on my belly. My mother was bit ashamed and left the room immidiatly with out saying a word. She after going in to the dinning room called me to comedown for the lunch , I reluctantly came down and was expecting that she would say atleast some thing but she never did.After evening games I came home and she told me to see her before going to bed at night. Now I knew that she was going to say some thing. When I went to her room I was surprised to see her in the bed , she asked me to come in and lay beside her. I did as told , now my back was towards her and her body was firlmy pressed against mine as both of us were laying on one side of body. With one hand she held me with her and started asking about my jacking off and how many times I do i and other related questions, which I replied then and there. Suddenly with out warning she grabbed my dick which was limp at that time and slowly started jacking it off, soon it got erect and rock hard.She said that she wanted to see me naked and see how much big I was down there. I immidiatly removed my PJs and came back in the bed with her. She saw me to her full satisfaction and told me come near her. She asked me have I ever fucked a girl I said never , then she said that would I like to do it with her? Which I happily accepted as my long lasting dream of seeing mom naked and fucking her was about to become reality. My mom has a body of a good healthy woman in mid thirtees and was in best shape at that time, she removed her nighty and I was amazed to see the beautiful body if her all naked infront of me. I don't know who started first but we both were doing french kissing in the bed and kept rolling over each other for about 10 minutes, I then startrd licking her body , I kissed her boobs and kissed and licked her red nipples and nibbled them as well. Sooon I was licking and kissing her belly and belly button I rammed my tongue in her belly button many times , suddenly she asked am I ready to lick her pussy. I immidiatly pushed my head in between her legs where I found a clean sweet and slippry pussy with out a trace of any pubic hairs. I started running my tongue in and around outer lips , kept doing that and then startred licking her inner lips and clitoris , i kept licking her pussy for 20 minutes and she came many times in this peroid. She then asked me to fuck her I opened her legs and half bent them and with a single thrust and started pumping my dick in and out But she was too hot for me and I came after few strokes. I unloaded all juice I had in my balls. She got u[p and started sucking me after few minutes of effort my dick was hard again , she asked me lay down on my back sot hat we could do sixtynine.Now she was on top of me I licked her cum filled pussy and then focused my attention to her lovely pink butthole and started sucking licking and reaming it, we did this for some time then she asked me to fuck her again. I told her to be in doggi style so that I could fuck her from behind she got on all fours and I came behind her and rammed my dick in her pussy.After fucking her there I placed my dick against her asshole and tried to fuck it , but she was too tight so I applied alot of spit on her anus and my dick and again tried to mount her ass. This time I was able to push the head in her anus, soon I pushed complete dick in her ass .I fucked her anus for some time but again it was too tight so I came again in no time. Thats how I fucked my mom and then it became a regular affair for us to have sex whenever we got time and place at home or away. Mom and I I had been looking at my mother with tons of lust in my eyes ever since I could remember. I just turned twenty and was now coupling the lust in my eyes with a hard on in my shorts. My Dad had died two years earlier and every time I saw my mother in her nightgown I couldn't wait to get alone so I could beat my meat just thinking about what I had just seen. I am five ten and she is just a little thing closer to an even five feet. Damn, she could give me a blow job without even having to kneel! A few weeks earlier I had a meeting to attend and she wanted to drive me and then keep our car for things she wanted to do. When she stopped in front of the facility to let me out she leaned over to give me a little kiss goodbye and inadvertently her right breast came to rest on my left hand that was leaning on the center arm rest between the front seats. I said, "Ooops," and quickly moved. She just looked at me and smiled without saying a thing. Her breasts sure aren't world class in size but they look to be very firm. Good, their size will match the size of my cock if we ever get that far. I don't have much more than seven inches hard. Certainly nothing to write home about but it pleases me and the couple of gals I have been with just fine. Several weeks later while we were having dinner she asked if I had any interest in driving down to the beach that weekend. The weather forecast was calling for temps in the eighties with little wind and no rain. I answered her with, "Sure, where will be staying?" She answered she would find a place on-line among the ton of motels/hotels that were listed. The next few days went back rather quickly and I had almost forgotten about out upcoming weekend. Friday evening she reminded me we would be leaving at eight the next morning so I better get my stuff ready for an early departure. The drive down takes a few hours and we traded off driving and arrived close to noon. We were able to check in and get out car parked and then ate in the hotel dining room. Mom suggested we take a look around after lunch before going back to the room to get into our bathing suits. Great, lunch was over in an hour and we were up in the room near two. We were going to be sharing a big suite with a bedroom holding two queen size beds. The beach was almost empty which I love. We had been on the beach at Coney Island a few years back and it was a madhouse. Once you left your blanket area it was almost impossible to find it again. This was more my style. The temperature was in the mid-eighties and the waves looked great for some body surfing. Mom is quite the athlete and she raced me to the water and I am ashamed to say she won. She has a beautiful swimming stroke and cuts through the water like a speedboat. She was out where the waves were breaking and ready to ride one in by the time I got out even close to her. "Geez, I thought you were an athlete, not a pansy." She kidded. "C'mon big mouth. I'll race you to the shore on the next wave." I taunted. We each caught it about the same time and the race was on. She got a little bit of a head start but I was doing some serious kicking to catch up which I soon did. The waves were doing their final curl around twenty feet from the waters edge and the one we were on flipped both of us right there and directly into each other. We ended up clutching each other as we tossed about in the foamy surf and laughing ourselves silly. While we were getting up I reached down to give her a hand and noticed the wave and loosened her bikini top and her left breast was free and pointing right at me. "Mom," and looked down at it. "Oh shit, this damn top is harder than hell to keep tied. Will you tie it double behind my back for me?" as she pulled that side up to cover her nakedness. "Sure" and really enjoyed running my hand over her shoulders as I did the tying. We splashed around for a while before going back to the hotel to shower and dress for dinner. Juggling our times in the bath was a little touchy but we worked it out pretty well with the large size TV out in the living room of the suite. We had that to watch while the other showered and used the bathroom. Dinner was going to be in a seafood spot further along the beach. As long as it didn't rain it was close enough that we could walk to it rather than fish the car out of its parking lot and then drive a few blocks. Dinner was great. They had grouper as the fresh catch of the day and we both had it grilled. A few fried onion rings and some applesauce and I was stuffed. I only had a couple of beers but Mom knocked back a couple of gin martinis. Someone once said that a martini is an acquired taste. After one sip a few years ago I don't think I'll ever acquire it. After dinner we walked back to the hotel but this time on the beach rather than on the sidewalks between the restaurant and the hotel. I was wearing slacks and had rolled them up to my knees and mom had on shorts so we were in pretty good shape not to get soaked. Not so fast....One huge late breaking wave hit and ran all the way up to where we were walking. We did our best to scramble away from it but not fast enough. Mom was nearer the water than I and the wave took her feet from under her and she was down on her ass before she knew what hit her and was instantly soaked from head to toe. I got the lower part of my slacks wet but I was able to stay on my feet. She laughed uproariously as I helped her up. Fortunately she had only brought her credit cards with her to the restaurant and not her whole pocketbook, so there wasn't a problem with that kind of stuff. We stumbled back to the hotel and up to the room with her dripping all over the place. As soon as she entered our room she began to remove her clothes and drop them along the way between the door to the room and all the way into the bath. I followed behind her and picked them up. She shouted from the bath, "See if they have the makings of a martini in the mini bar." Sure enough, they didn't just have the 'makings' they had some mini bottles already made. I grabbed a handful of ice and chilled one, dumped the ice and poured her one. I went over the door of the bathroom and told her I had one and she opened the door a crack and put her hand out for me to hand it to her. I did but I was also looking past her arm and could see her completely naked body reflected in the full wall mirror of the bathroom. All I could see, or shall I say all I looked at, was her luscious breasts and lower abdomen. It was obvious she kept her pubic mound completely shaved. Damn, I could jack off right now thinking about it. A few minutes later she yelled to ask if there were any more martinis. I went through the same ritual but this time when I knocked on the door she opened it completely. She had a towel around her wet hair but otherwise was completely naked. It was obvious the three martinis had already taken effect as she giggled something about, "Hell, you've seen naked gals before Jim, no difference here. I'm just a little older," she said as she was sipping her fourth martini in a couple of hours. Whew, that is a lot of booze. From then on she just went from room to room in the suite bare ass naked. My hard one was starting to show and I knew I would be as embarrassed as hell if she saw it and made a comment about it. No problem, she went over and turned on the TV and plopped down to watch it. I rose to go take a mini shower. I took the shower and I was just coming out of the tub when she waltzed in and sat on the stool to take a leak. Holy shit, I am standing naked a few feet away from my naked mother as she is using the toilet. I will be jacking off for a month with this picture in my mind. As she was siting on the stool and leaning forward her face was at the exact same level as my cock but she didn't look over at it right away. I finally figured the hell with it. If our nakedness wasn't going to bother her why should I let myself get all worked up over it. I looked down at her and could see her lovely breasts just peeking from beneath her arms. She finally looked over at my cock and simply said, "Looks as if it's ready for some action." "As usual." I answered. She didn't say a thing but took her hand and gave my cock a little swat saying, "You better behave big boy." She wiped herself, flushed the toilet and left the bathroom. When I got back into the living room of the suite she was still naked but now she was kneeling down in front of the mini bar. I asked her what she was looking for and she mumbled "Another martini." "Mom, don't you think you've had enough of them?" "Hush up and find me one." I did but was leery as hell to give it to her. There were some cans of orange juice in the mini bar and I grabbed one and offered to share it with her. She jumped at it, "Yes, I think I wold rather have a glass of that than another drink." Now I was nude after just coming out of the shower and decided to stay that way. If her nudity wasn't going to bother me I didn't see why mine would bother her. When I got over to where she was sitting with her glass of juice I'm afraid my cock had risen to the occasion. Mom took the glass and then just stared at my hard on and finally looked up at me without saying a word. I figured it was time for me to take the lead and put my hand out for her to take. She did and I ushered her into the bedroom and over to the side of the nearest bed. She sat on the edge of it with her mouth right at the level of my cock. I put my hand behind her head and gently pulled her over to it. She reached up with one hand and encircled my shaft and guided the head to her lips. I kept up the pressure on the back of her head and she opened her mouth and let the head in. When she had her lips firmly clamped onto the head of it she let her tongue slide back and forth over the head and then flick the tip of it with her tongue. She then opened her lips and let more of my shaft in her mouth. It wasn't long before she had the head along with a few inches buried and then began a bobbing motion. I wanted to try something a little different with her and pushed her back on the bed and then pulled her around so she was lying on her back in the bed with her head hanging over the edge of it. I brought my cock down to her mouth and she opened it letting me back in. Her pussy was only a foot away so I leaned down and let my tongue do some exploring while I began to actually fuck her mouth. With the natural curve of my cock and her throat I was able to get more in her than I could with her chin down around my balls. It didn't take long before she was moaning and throwing her hips around and up at my mouth as hard as she could. She was ready to explode and I was hoping I could match her at the same time, or close to it. It wasn't much longer before her juices were running out of her and she was almost howling around my cock. The vibration of her howls coupled with the depth I was able to achieve did it for me. I was shooting a huge load down her throat and she gulped every drop. I dropped down beside her and pulled her completely up on the bed. She rested her face in my crotch and I had mine resting in hers as she fell asleep like that. It was the booze that did it and she certainly had enough of that for one night. I was wondering how she would be in the morning about what had just transpired. Looking back over our sexual encounter I was getting the strong feeling that it was almost a rape situation. Not really for she sure knew what was going on but other than her orgasm she didn't show much excitement about it. I finally pulled the covers down and her up and under them. I cuddled in behind her and that was how we fell asleep. Sometime during the night I was awakened with someone touching my cock. It was obviously mom and she was fondling it up and down the shaft and letting her fingers roll about the head of it. She wanted it hard again. I was left wondering...is she just acting drunk and out of it or is she really that way and not completely aware of what she is doing. I'll find out soon enough. She succeeded in getting me hard and we were still spooning to one another. I pulled her hips back to me and reached down and guided my cock between her legs. One thrust and I had a few inches buried. I pulled her hips back a lot harder and was then buried to the hilt and her gasp could have been heard in the next room. She was actually purring like a cat as I thrust slowly in and out of her. There wasn't any doubt about it now. She wanted to be fucked and was enjoying every minute of it. I was going very slowly and she was responding in kind. I would pull out until just my cock ring was in her and then slide all the way to the bottom. Her pussy was as tight as some of the young gals I had fucked and it felt wonderful. It felt as if she could control her vaginal muscles to have them tighten around my cock on command. Whew, it was awesome. It went like that with me holding her hips and her throwing them back at me for some time. I finally reached around and let my fingers caress her breasts. Whew, I didn't know what to expect as I did that but it was soon obvious she loved it. She raised one hand to have it lightly over mine and let the other one drop down between her legs to gently caress my balls. Now it was my turn to howl. My heart rate went up a ton and I started to fuck her harder than before and had lowered the one hand from her breasts and had down on her hip pulling her back to me as hard as I could. That did it. I exploded and began shooting stream after stream deep inside of her. She let one hand reach back over her shoulder and lightly pulled my neck over to her hers. We kissed and she began to purr again. Damn, She was having her orgasm. I thought she had it about the same time as I did but she hadn't and it was coming over her now. She was thrusting her pussy on my now softening cock and the juices were again flowing out of her. She is one very sensuous woman. We lay like that for some time before going back to sleep. I was awakened with the sun pouring in the oceanfront window. I was still spooning to her and I now had my hand lightly holding a breast. I was more than a little nervous to see and hear how she would face me this morning. In fact, I was more than a little nervous trying to figure how I would face her. Well, I was to soon find out. She awakened slowly and pulled away a little and turned on her back and turned her head to face me. I moved so I was lying up on my side and facing her. Neither of us said anything but she put one arm over her head and then around so she had the hand behind my head and pulled me over to her so our faces met. She gave me a huge kiss and then threw her other hand around my neck to make the kiss even more sensual. Holy shit. "Jim, I guess now is the time to talk about what happened her last night. I'm not sure myself but I do know that I have looked at you a lot different over the past year or so than I did before then. You have grown into a handsome fellow and with your dad gone for the past few years I have wanted to be closer to you than ever. I am not saying that I have dreamed about going to bed with you but I did want to be closer than we have been. Now last night I had a ton of alcohol and I think that I was using it as some kind of excuse that I could hide behind if things didn't work out. I mean if you had turned your back on me in disgust I was going to need an excuse for acting so sluttish and being drunk was a perfect reason. When I saw you were responding just the way I had hoped for there wasn't any more need for that kind subterfuge. I am oh so happy you responded the way you did." "Great Mom but where do we go from here? Do we keep sleeping together even when we get back home or is this sort of a weekend stand? I love you with all of my heart and know you feel the same about me. I lay awake a lot last night thinking about this and concluded if it was OK with you we could continue on with our lives and yet still sleep together whenever we felt the need. What do you think?" "I couldn't agree more Jim. No one needs to know what goes on behind the closed doors of our home." "OK good looking, let's get ready for the day. I am starving and I would like to take a ride up to the fishing pier to see what's been happening there recently. Afterwards there is a fantastic pitch and putt golf course up at the next town. After I clean your clock there we can eat lunch on the way back here and then come up and change for a swim." "Sounds super Jim, I'll get my shower while you are shaving." There was no hanky panky while we were getting cleaned up and dressed for the day. Breakfast went fine and we both enjoyed seeing the fish being caught up on the pier. There is a large marina nearby and we stopped and asked what the charter boats were brining in and it sounded exciting. I might come back another weekend to go out on one. Golf was a riot. Neither of us are worth a shit and we were in hysterics most of the time. I think she won but it was hard to count as high as our scores were. When we got back to the room Mom checked out the mini bar to make sure they had replenished it. All I would say was "No way, you aren't having any more martinis." "Aw, spoil sport. I'm like James Bond. I love a dry martini." "Well, maybe one but not the four you had last night." I laughed Our bathing suits had been draped over the deck chairs out on the balcony to dry and Mom dragged them both inside the room. When she held out mine for me I ignored it and reached past it in her hand and pulled her to me. I threw my arms around her neck and pulled her to me for a gigantic kiss. She seemed to resist it at first but then warmed to the occasion and soon had her tongue deep in my mouth and one hand dropped to massage my cock through my jeans. I reached down and unfastened her shorts and hooked a finger under both them and her panties and pushed them both down. She was only wearing a tube top and than came off in a flash with the bra she had under it. This time it was she who led me to the bed. I was discarding my clothes from the living room of the suite to the bedroom and by the time we got anywhere near the bed my cock was board hard. I looked down and could see she was so aroused her nipples were protruding more than I had seen last night. Mom was ready. She pushed me back on the bed and then lay beside me. She instantly had the fingers n one hand tracing every inch of my cock. First around the ring around the head of it and then up and down each vein. She was doing it just with her fingernails and her light touch was driving me up the wall. If she didn't stop and stop soon my cock wouldn't get anywhere near her pussy before I was shooting my load. My fingers were rolling her nipples around between them and that seemed to turn her on a lot. I lowered my face so my tongue could get into the act and I was soon letting it lick first up one side of a breast and then down the other and then let it completely circle it stopping off to flick it over her nipple. I worked on each breast that way as she was massaging my cock and I soon heard her purring and her heart rate increasing a lot. As my tongue was working her breasts I let my hands go down to caress her pussy. I spread her puffy pussy lips and let my fingers ferret out her clit and then get it uncovered from its sheath. It didn't take much of that before her juices were pouring out of her and soaking the bed. Whew, when she comes, she comes. She was cooing as well as purring now and I rolled over on top of her and in one smooth motion drove my cock all the way in . Whew, she threw her legs in the air and had her fingernails driving into my back as I thrust fast and deep into her warm wet pussy. My thrust got faster and faster as I could feel my orgasm start. She clamped her lips onto mine as I started to shoot streams of white-hot come deep inside of her. I was making as much noise as she was right then. Mom and I "That was unbelievable Jim. Since your dad died I almost forgot what sex was like. You are the first since then other than my fingers on myself." "It was that way for me as well. Say, incest is one thing but I sure would feel better if I was able to call you by your name rather than 'Mom'. Would it upset you if I called you Judy when we are alone?" "That would be fine Jim. I was thinking the same thing last night but then again I was so drunk last night I was just happy to get your cock in me without worrying what you were calling me." Swimming that afternoon was terrific. The waves had picked up a bit and we had some awesome rides in the surf. I still couldn't keep up with her swimming but I cleaned her clock in most of our surfing. We had dinner in another seafood restaurant that was even better than the night before. I had some fantastic lump crab cakes and she had some huge steamed shrimp. NO martinis, just a couple of beers for us! We were back at the hotel around ten and after an hour or so in front of the TV hit the sack. It was time for me to get educated. "Judy, I tried some oral sex on you last night but I know I am not doing it right. I want you to teach me what to do and how to do it right." "WHAT, you are asking me to teach you how to eat your mothers pussy." She joked. "Yes, don't be such a smart ass. If I am going to do it for you it only makes sense for me to do it the way that is going to give you the most pleasure. Doesn't it?" She almost couldn't hide her amusement but agreed to try. We showered together and she led me by the hand back to the bed. "Jim, I can't speak for other women but if there is one thing that is important to me it is tenderness. Don't think you can jam your face in me with your tongue wagging and that will turn me on. It is going to take a lot more than that." "OK Judy, lead on." She had lay back on the bed with her legs open and motioned for me to lie beside her. "I am going to tell you just what I want for you to do and don't say anything unless you have some serious questions about it. I believe I can speak for most women when I say that the most important thing you have to learn is that in performing oral sex on a woman you aren't just making love to her pussy but her whole body." "First, I want you to treat my breasts very tenderly. Don't, for heavens sake bite my nipples. Massage them lightly and let your lips surround them and then have your tongue flick back and forth over them. Slow and easy are the magic words. While you are doing my breasts you can let a hand wander down between my legs and have your fingers softly trace over my pubic mound and then have them spread my pussy lips. Then gently slide them up and down the insides of my lips. While you are doing this I would like for you to move your mouth from my breasts and rise up and kiss me deeply. You can then let your fingers search out my clitoris as you are kissing me. My clit is a very tender spot and one that arouses me and I'm certain other women as well. The 'clit' is protected by a soft fleshy sheath that I want you to slide back and free up the nub it covers for first your fingers and then your tongue to gently caress." I was doing exactly what she said as she said it and could feel her respond to each action. "Now, you don't have to go after my pussy with your mouth immediately but I would like for you to gently kiss and lightly lick the insides of my thighs on each leg. Your fingers can be up at my pussy lightly rubbing my lips as you are doing that to my thighs. Now slide up between my legs to have your face directly in front of my pussy. You can use a couple of fingers on each hand to open my lips and then partially bury your face between them as your tongue is still working on my clit. Don't overdo your tongue action on my clit, it can get very sensitive. You can use your tongue to lick up and down on the insides of my pussy lips as your face is partially buried in me. While you are doing all of this with your tongue I would like for you to fold the fingers on one hand into sort of a teepee shape and get them wet with your saliva and my juices. You can then slip them inside of my vagina and act as if your are fucking me with your fingers. After you have done that for a little while I want you to slide both hands up to my breasts and again lightly massage them while your face and tongue are doing their magic down below." "YES. YES. You are doing it exactly right." She moaned. "That is perfect." I could feel her getting more tense and could actually feel the muscles in her vagina begin to pulse. It appeared that she was going to have an orgasm. "Jim," she purred. "I love to get fucked immediately after I have my orgasm. If your cock is hard, get ready to climb up her and ram it to me." Is my cock hard? Hell, it's been like a steel rod about the same time she started to give me this lesson. Within a few seconds she was shouting, "Yes, fuck me." I rose higher and guided my cock directly to her pussy and thrust it all the way in one long smooth motion. "Oh God, yes, yes, yes. Fuck me hard and fast." She was screaming. I could feel the juices coming out of her as I was doing this and she had clamped her lips to mine and was grunting and moaning at the same time that she was finishing up her orgasm. Her excitement got to me and it wasn't long before I was having my own blast. I shot a good few long hot streams of come deep inside of her as I had one hand cupping each cheek of her ass and was pulling her to me even harder than she was throwing her pussy at me. Whew, I think this was great for both of us. "Well, teach. Did I do right?" I asked. "Hell, you went to the head of the class with that. We can work on some of the more subtle moves you can try as we do this more often." She said with a huge roll of laughter. I stayed like that for a little while before letting my cock slip out of her and then climbed up higher in the bed and lay on the pillow facing her. "Judy, you are something else." "Well Jim, I hate to talk about it but your dad became impotent a long time ago and all he could do for me was oral sex. He wanted to get some artificial sex aids but I wouldn't hear of it so he used his tongue and fingers on me for a long-long time. I did learn what turned me on and what didn't." "I hate to ask the question but I will. Was last night the first time you had a cock in you since then?" "Yep, you almost had a virgin." She joked. We slept until ten the next morning and I awoke with her gently sliding her hand up and down my shaft. She must have been doing it for a while since it was already as hard as a board. "Good morning sexpot." "Good morning yourself stud" she replied. "Now that you have got it hard and ready for action there is something else I would like to try with you. I would like to fuck you with you up on your hands and knees." "Oh God yes. It has been forever since I did it that way and almost forgot how much I enjoyed it." She quickly assumed the position and I knelt behind her. I held my cock and guided it to her pussy lips and then let my hands rest on her hips as I pulled her back to me as I thrust myself in to her. I went in a few inches and she was squirming and letting out some low moans when I drove my cock all the way in to the hilt. She gasped but instantly threw her ass back to me ... hard. "Yes honey. Fuck me hard." And did I ever. I held her hips tightly as I actually threw my cock into her. I was driving it to the hilt and pulling her back to me as hard as I could. I took one hand then leaned over and massaged a breast and let my fingers roll her nipple around between them. I could actually feel her vaginal muscles squeezing my cock as I thrust in and out of her. I would let it slip almost completely out of her before driving it back in all the way. I kept this up for some time until I could feel her breaths coming far more often and a lot harder and she finally said, "Oh, damn, I am coming honey." I could feel her juices running out of her and down my shaft. This was a monstrous orgasm judging from the amount of liquid coming out of her. I kept pounding away until I felt my own heat starting deep inside of me. The pressure came up to my balls before I began some serious spurting of my come way up inside of her. "Judy, that was terrific. I have wanted to do that ever since I began looking at your tight little ass some years ago. Now I have done it and it was everything I thought it would be and then some." "Great Jim, I think I am going to take another little nap before I get up and dressed for the day. Why don't you get up and hang the 'Do not disturb' sign on the door. We don't want the maids coming in while we are lying here naked." I called down to the front desk and told them we would have a little bit of a late departure and they assured me it wasn't going to be a problem as long as we cleared the room by two-thirty. No sweat, we would be out of it long before that. The drive back home was quiet and somewhat mysterious. Neither of us were saying much and it was almost as if we were scared to talk after all that had taken place over the last few days. We were home by supper and decided to just order Pizza to be delivered rather than go out for dinner or cook anything ourselves. I threw our dirty laundry in the machine while Mom was getting out some plates and forks. After eating I went up to my room and just lay there thinking of what had occurred and what it was going to mean in our lives. I didn't have the answer. A half-hour later Mom came in and just stood at the foot of my bed and slowly ever so slowly began to strip. "Jim, I would like for you to simply fuck me. No mouth or fingers, just kiss me and let your cock get in me and do its thing." I pulled off my shorts and she climbed up on he bed. I pushed her on her back and slipped my rock hard shaft into her. We fucked slow and easy and each had enormous orgasms. We lay there just like that until the next morning. Our lives stayed pretty much the same after that weekend. I had been accepted at a local college and Mom spent some time visiting her brothers and sisters who are scattered across the country. I will say that every time we were home together we fucked like rabbits. I don't think I'll ever find a better piece of ass. Mom and I I never planned on getting anything going with my mom, it was just one of those things. It all started one day when I went to visit her. Pops dropped off the twig from drinking too much. He seemed to think alcohol was good for you after all, look how much the French drink. The weather was cold and blustery for November when I dropped in and mom was quite pleased, "Come sit in the parlor, want some coffee?" "Sure milk and one sugar, any doughnuts?" "With that belly, your asking for doughnuts?" "Just hungry I guess. "Well, I will set another plate for supper." So mom goes back into the kitchen to make me a cup and I see her half-glasses and beaded eyeglass chain. So I look through her glasses to see if they need a clean up, not bad a few smudges and with the corner of my red flannel shirt I had her glasses spotless. Having a thing for ladies glasses I draped the chain of beads over the back of my neck and had her half-glasses partway down my nose as I checked the print in a Danielle Steel novel. Mom came in with a tray of coffee and Vanilla wafers and giggled. "You look funny wearing my half-glasses with beads." She said. "Oh, I made these for ya, just wanted to see if they are working." "I did not mean to hurt your feelings John." She said with a sort of pout to her lips. "You did not hurt my feelings, how is the novel?" "Just so-so it started out hot and juicy but that is wavering off now. It is dull and I don't know if I want to finish it. Becky my neighbor lent it to me so I am not out anything. "Any juicy sex in it?" "Some here and there but you have a lot of pages where it gets as boring as learning the Mass. wiring code." "Mom, if you get into using the computer, there are websites with thousands of stories. I mean HOT juicy stories from one page to nine pages. Categories range from cross dressing; domination;fetish;incest;mature and who knows how many other categories." "You sound as though you read a lot. Are you staying for supper?" "Of course I am staying for supper and thanks very much. If you want I will show you how to use the computer." My sister Ellen gave mom a nice laptop, hooked up and everything as part of the cable t.v. service. My mom is a pretty good looking woman who is not interested in looking as she had been married to the same man for fifty years and then some. She is about five foot seven a bit heavy with sumptuous bosoms. I would say about a forty two D. Brown curly hair;green eyes and a pleasant personality. She loves skirts and blouses. Today she was wearing a plaid skirt and a beige blouse with ruffles and a pair of two inch chopped black patent heels. The way she walked from one room to another with her heels click clacking on the hardwood floors was somehow teasing me. We had a nice supper of meatloaf, mashed and gingered carrots as well as a nice salad. For desert coffee and vanilla wafers. The time was getting late and I was tired so I kissed mom, told her I loved her and split. One month later. I was back in the area and wanted to drop in. I had been quite busy and although mom called once a week. She did not tell me she got on the internet and checked out a few websites for sexy stories. Mom gave me a cozy hug at the door. "John, so nice to see you. What a nice surprise!." "Well mom, always nice to see you too." "Come in the kitchen as I am baking, want some coffee?" "Yes thanks, and what is this?" "Surprise, I did it! I got on the internet and I love the literotica site. So nice to read a frigging hot wet story of a woman turned on by her own heels." You could've knocked me over with her high heel, it was so funny to hear mom talk like this. I always thought mom a bit prudish. She seemed so straight laced to me. Never missed church. If I was surprised then I had to be even more surprised as the afternoon and evening wore on. "So John, thank you so much for telling me about literotica. Nice hot sexy stories. One was called "Caught" where a granny took her grandson as her lover. He was into music, piano as you are and he had a thing about his Granny's half-glasses and half-moons whatever the hell those are." "Damn, I am saying, does she know I wrote that story?" John, I did not know what half-moons were till I read "Knobs, tubes and half-moons." Where an electrician went to a woman's house with ancient wiring and she wore bifocals with the half-moons for reading and the electrician was so turned on by seeing her with that type of glasses he got a hard-on, and they ended up doing it in her parlor! That was such a fucking' hot story I had to get my dildo out!" "So who wrote the story mom?" "Some guy called, Shoe Slayer." "Well I am glad you are liking the internet mom." "John, liking is not the word. Can you see the dust bunnies on the floor? it means I have not done the floor in a week and a half. I sit here reading stories with my vibrator, fantasizing about meeting Shoe Slayer!" And I am standing there with a knot in my pants the size of a grapefruit. "Mom, that's not going to happen. He is some guy probably in England or as the Brits would say, "Across the pond." "NO, Shoe Slayer is in this state." Mom said this in a low but serious tone of voice. "I know he is in my parlor!" Honestly I did not know what to think. "John, I love your stories, I have missed your father for a while now and I felt I was drying up inside. Thanks to you telling me about LIT I can enjoy things again. And I checked your bio. You have cats and a pug, you have a thing for women's half-glasses and heels. I did not know you cross dressed but that's fine with me. Where did you learn how to write?" "Well mom I always wanted to write stories about sex and having been married to a lovely woman for close to twenty years. I had a lot of interest in good old hot sex and decided to write about it." "Yeah it took awhile as I forgot a lot about grammar and punctuation but the Killer Muffin was cool and she wrote a big article about it. Punctuate like a pro and with the writers resources, well I was on my way." "I have a bit of a surprise for you, go into the parlor sit on the couch and close your eyes. Don't open till I say open." I did so and with in five minutes things started to happen that would make our relationship a lot tighter. I am sitting on the sofa and I hear mom coming over. I feel my belt being unbuckled and my pants being pulled down. "Keep your eyes closed!" I feel something cool, two things actually. Two cool things being dragged all over that ever growing cock of mine. "Open your eyes Shoe Slayer!" Here is my mom in patent black heels and a silky bra with a lot of lace wearing her half-glasses. She is on her knees and playing with my cock with her half-glasses as she looks at me through a pair with the beads hanging from them and damn she is HOT. "Do you like this?" Mom asks me. You might as well ask if a bear shits in the woods. "Yes mom of course I like it." "I hope you have no trouble with your mom wanting to say thanks for her new hobby. I want to do for you what you have written about. I could see better for distance so I could get a nice pair of silver bifocals, with the half-moons." I was totally awed by the situation but quite pleased as well. I Had no trouble getting it on with mom and she sure as hell didn't. "I knew when I read your bio it was you writing these sexy stories and I want you to write a lot more of them. I want you to have sex with me in every way imaginable so you can write about it. Also I want you to have a whole assortment of half-glasses, women's of course, so I can do things with them. As you write your stories, the thoughts of what I did will get you so frigging horny you will want to cum them." "Well Shoe Slayer I want to suck you off," said mom with a twinkle in her eyes. So She took a pair of her half-glasses and stuck them under my balls and took my whole cock between her lovely red lips and the inside of her mouth was so soft and warm. Mom started bobbing her head back and forth as she pushed her half-glasses further into my nuts and she could suck a football through many feet of garden hose. The feeling was the best ever! to have a hot lady, my mom, suck me off as she looked at me through or over her gold half-glasses. I knew I was going to cum and I did not bother trying to warn her. She knew what would happen and I did not want to stop the flow of events by suddenly using my manners. She kept sucking and bobbing her head and the pressure was building up and then, release. I exploded into my mothers lovely mouth and she swallowed every drop. I will never forget her looks. Cum at the corners of her mouth and her half-glasses at the end of her nose, with her beads hanging from them. "Shoe Slayer, play with my nipples with the beads of my half-glasses and if you do this right, I will have a few pair for you." So I took off my moms bra and stuck my cock in it to see if it was silky enough. YUP mom's not getting this bra back. I began to lick moms lovely red nipples slow then fast and switching all the time as I ran the sexy beads of her eyeglass chain back and forth against her other nipple. She was getting turned on by this as she was running her fingers down to her glory hole. "Shoe Slayer get my heel and stick the toe of it up my pussy!" I did so and she was already so wet the shoe went in up to the vamp. I am working it back and forth and mom starts with bucking her hips and making throaty sounds. She must have come three or four times and when she was done, the smile she had could be a lighthouse beacon. "Well Shoe Slayer! that was wonderful. Nothing up there all dried up now! and you will have to visit me more often." I got dressed to leave and mom had a few nice pairs of her half-glasses rolled up in the bra I took off her and she said, "Keep me in mind while your having a good time, I have a few surprises for you the next time you come for a visit." Mom and I I never planned on getting anything going with my mom, it was just one of those things. It all started one day when I went to visit her. Pops dropped off the twig from drinking too much. He seemed to think alcohol was good for you after all, look how much the French drink. The weather was cold and blustery for November when I dropped in and mom was quite pleased, "Come sit in the parlor, want some coffee?" "Sure, milk and one sugar, any doughnuts?" "With that belly, your asking for doughnuts?" "Just hungry I guess. "Well, I will set another plate for supper." So mom goes back into the kitchen to make me a cup and I see her half-glasses and beaded eyeglass chain. I looked through her glasses to see if they need a clean up, not bad a few smudges and with the corner of my red flannel shirt I had her glasses spotless. Having a thing for ladies glasses I draped the chain of beads over the back of my neck and had her half-glasses partway down my nose as I checked the print in a Danielle Steel novel. Mom came in with a tray of coffee and Vanilla wafers and giggled. "You look funny wearing my half-glasses with beads." She said. "Oh, I just wanted to see if they were nice and clean to read through "I did not mean to hurt your feelings John." She said with a pout to her lips. "You did not hurt my feelings, how is the novel?" "Just so-so it started out hot and juicy but that is wavering off now. It is dull and I don't know if I want to finish it. Becky my neighbor lent it to me so I am not out anything. "Any juicy sex in it?" "Some here and there but you have a lot of pages where it gets as boring as learning the Mass. wiring code." "Mom, if you get into using the computer, there are websites with thousands of stories. I mean HOT juicy stories from one page to nine pages. Categories range from cross dressing; domination;fetish;incest;mature and who knows how many other categories." "You sound as though you read a lot. Are you staying for supper?" "Of course I am staying for supper and thanks very much. If you want I will show you how to use the computer." My sister Ellen gave mom a nice laptop, hooked up and everything as part of the cable t.v. service. My mom is a pretty good looking woman who is not interested in looking as she had been married to the same man for fifty years and then some. She is about five foot seven a bit heavy with sumptuous bosoms. I would say about a forty two D. Brown curly hair;green eyes and a pleasant personality. She loves to wear skirts and blouses. Today she was wearing a plaid skirt and a beige blouse with ruffles and a pair of two inch chopped black patent heels. The way she walked from one room to another with her heels click clacking on the hardwood floors was somehow teasing me. We had a nice supper of meatloaf, mashed and gingered carrots as well as a nice salad. For desert coffee and vanilla wafers. The time was getting late and I was tired so I kissed mom, told her I loved her and split. One month later. I was back in the area and wanted to drop in. I had been quite busy and although mom called once a week. She did not tell me she got on the internet and checked out a few websites for sexy stories. Mom gave me a cozy hug at the door. "John, so nice to see you. What a nice surprise!." "Well mom, always nice to see you too." "Come in the kitchen as I am baking, want some coffee?" "Yes thanks, and what is this?" "Surprise, I did it! I got on the internet and I love the literotica site. So nice to read a frigging hot wet story of a woman turned on by her own heels." You could've knocked me over with her high heel, it was so funny to hear mom talk like this. I always thought mom a bit prudish. She seemed so straight laced to me. Never missed church. If I was surprised then I had to be even more surprised as the afternoon and evening wore on. " John, thank you so much for telling me about literotica. Nice hot sexy stories. One was called "Caught" where a granny took her grandson as her lover. He was into music, piano as you are and he had a thing about his Granny's half-glasses and half-moons whatever the hell those are." "Damn, I am saying, does she know I wrote that story?" John, I did not know what half-moons were till I read "Knobs, tubes and half-moons." Where an electrician went to a woman's house with ancient wiring and she wore bifocals with the half-moons for reading and the electrician was so turned on by seeing her with that type of glasses he got a hard-on, and they ended up doing it in her parlor! That was such a freaking' hot story I had to get my dildo out!" "So who wrote the story mom?" "Some guy called, Shoe Slayer." "Well I am glad you are liking the internet mom." "John, liking is not the word. Can you see the dust bunnies on the floor? it means I have not done the floor in a week and a half. I sit here reading stories with my vibrator, fantasizing about meeting Shoe Slayer!" And I am standing there with a knot in my pants the size of a grapefruit. "Mom, that's not going to happen. He is some guy probably in England or as the Brits would say, "Across the pond." "NO, Shoe Slayer is in this state." Mom said this in a low but serious tone of voice. "I know he is in my parlor!" Honestly I did not know what to think. "John, I love your stories, I have missed your father for a while now and I felt I was drying up inside. Thanks to you telling me about LIT I can enjoy things again. And I checked your bio. You have cats and a pug, youalways had a thing for women's half-glasses and heels. I did not know you cross dressed but that's fine with me. Where did you learn how to write?" "Well mom I always wanted to write stories about sex and having been married to a lovely woman for close to twenty years. I had a lot of interest in good old hot sex and decided to write about it." "Yeah, it took awhile as I forgot a lot about grammar and punctuation but the Killer Muffin was cool and she wrote a big article about it. Punctuate like a pro and with the writers resources, well I was on my way. "I have a bit of a surprise for you, go into the parlor sit on the couch and close your eyes. Don't open till I say open." I did so and with in five minutes things started to happen that would make our relationship a lot tighter. I am sitting on the sofa and I hear mom coming over. I feel my belt being unbuckled and my pants being pulled down. "Keep your eyes closed!" I feel something cool, two things actually. Two cool things being dragged all over that ever growing cock of mine. "Open your eyes Shoe Slayer!" Here is my mom in patent black heels and a silky bra with a lot of lace wearing her half-glasses. She is on her knees and playing with my cock with her half-glasses as she looks at me through a pair with the beads hanging from them and damn she is HOT. "Do you like this?" Mom asks me. You might as well ask if a bear shits in the woods. "Yes mom of course I like it." "I hope you have no trouble with your mom wanting to say thanks for her new hobby. I want to do for you what you have written about. I could see better for distance so I could get a nice pair of silver bifocals, with the half-moons." I was totally awed by the situation but quite pleased as well. I Had no trouble getting it on with mom and she sure as hell didn't. "I knew when I read your bio it was you writing these sexy stories and I want you to write a lot more of them. I want you to have sex with me in every way imaginable so you can write about it. Also I want you to have a whole assortment of half-glasses, women's of course, so I can do things with them. As you write your stories, the thoughts of what I did will get you so frigging horny you will want to cum them." "Well Shoe Slayer I want to suck you off," said mom with a twinkle in her eyes. So She took a pair of her half-glasses and stuck them under my balls and took my whole cock between her lovely red lips and the inside of her mouth was so soft and warm. Mom started bobbing her head back and forth as she pushed her half-glasses further into my nuts and she could suck a football through many feet of garden hose. The feeling was the best ever! to have a hot lady, my mom, suck me off as she looked at me through or over her gold half-glasses. I knew I would cum and how good it would feel. She kept sucking and bobbing her head and the pressure was building up and then, release. I exploded into my mothers lovely mouth and she swallowed every drop. I will never forget her looks. Cum at the corners of her mouth and her half-glasses at the end of her nose, with her beads hanging from them,gently swaying. "Shoe Slayer, play with my nipples with the beads of my half-glasses and if you do this right, I will have a few pair for you." I took off my moms bra and stuck my cock in it to see if it was silky enough. YUP mom's not getting this bra back. I began to lick moms lovely red nipples slow then fast and switching all the time as I ran the sexy beads of her eyeglass chain back and forth against her other nipple. She was getting turned on by this as she was running her fingers down to her glory hole. "Shoe Slayer get my heel and stick the toe of it up my pussy!" I did so and she was already so wet the shoe went in up to the vamp. I am working it back and forth and mom starts with bucking her hips and making throaty sounds. She must have come three or four times and when she was done, the smile she had could be a lighthouse beacon. "Well Shoe Slayer! that was wonderful. Nothing up there all dried up now! and you will have to visit me more often." I got dressed to leave and mom had a few nice pairs of her half-glasses rolled up in the bra I took off her and she said, "Keep me in mind while your having a good time, I have a few surprises for you the next time you come for a visit." Mom and I My mom has been divorced for over 15 years now and despite our close relationship is really lonely. Although she has friends over and is involved in several social outlets, whenever I call or visit she always tries to keep me there longer and says how much she loves my company. We are constantly teasing and laughing with each other and truthfully, I enjoy our time together as much as she does. I grew up in a really conservative and religious home. We went to church every Sunday and never talked about sex, drinking or any of the other "no-no's" that the preacher wouldn't approve of. It was a stifling environment that led to curiosity and fascination with everything considered taboo. This all seemed to change after her second divorce as she seems to be much more open as she gets older. She now talks openly about how much she misses sex and how afraid she is to get into another bad relationship. Both my dad and stepdad were class A jerks who thought the world revolved around them. As our conversations grew more and more open, I had noticed she has been touching me a lot more and commenting on my physique and what a great guy I grew up to be. At 63, her hair had silvered and her body had the normal sag of someone her age. While a few pounds over ideal, she is more plump than fat as she carries her weight well mostly in her breasts and hips. Her smile could light up a room and her laugh is infectious. She is a beautiful senior woman who gets plenty of looks and comments from the widower set. I am 35 now and honestly have had fantasies about her since I was 12 or 13. Growing up I would have been happy to help her in the intimacy department if the opportunity had ever arisen or presented itself. But not knowing how to broach the subject and I certainly didn't want to mess up the relationship we have. I went over to my mom's on Friday afternoon to help her around the house. She had some deferred maintenance things that have been piling up. As I worked on the list, she kept telling me how much she appreciated all I do for her and how much she enjoyed my company. She found a reason to continue to follow me around while I was fixing things. I told her that it was all no problem and it was my pleasure to not only help, but to spend the afternoon with her. Which seemed to delight her as she blushed slightly and smiled broadly. As we were talking, I asked her about a new fondue restaurant that opened in her downtown area and if she had gone to try it. She replied that it was way too expensive and she didn't have anyone to go with or who was interested in taking her. I told her that I found that very hard to believe and I would love to take her. I asked if she was available Sunday night to go out for an early dinner then come back to watch the Oscars back at her house afterwards (she loves that kind of thing). She was thrilled with the idea and said she was looking forward to it more than anything in a long while. We finished up and she invited me to stay for dinner and a dip in her Jacuzzi. I told her I would love to and the Jacuzzi sounded great. However, I didn't bring a suit to go in and I'd have to take a raincheck on the spa but would take her up on dinner. She just smiled and said, you could just go in your skivvies. I smirked and said that I had given up wearing underwear a while back but I appreciated the offer but would still have to decline. She laughed at me and made a comment about my tighty-whiteys I wore as a child. I made drinks while she cooked and I sat on the counter while we laughed and told each other stories as she cooked. I was watching her in the kitchen, smile across her face and her body dancing around as she moved with such grace and ease. Her body definitely shows her age and fills out a bit more around her butt and thighs than it used to, but she looked so enticing to me in the process. She looked so happy to have me there and to be in her kitchen bringing joy and happiness to the evening. After a few drinks while dinner was getting ready, and a few more during dinner, we cleaned up the dishes. As we were finishing up she said she was going to get her sit on and invited me to reconsider the jacuzzi even if it meant me going in au-naturel. She said that the bubbles would keep things modest and she promised she wouldn't look, and even if she did, she wouldn't see anything she hadn't seen before. My muscles were a little sore and the offer sounded tempting. She could see me thinking and she told me to go jump in the Jacuzzi while she changed into her suit. After watching her walk down the hall I decided to take her up on the offer. I walked out to the back yard, stripped down and lowered my naked body into the sea of bubbles and waited for her arrival. She came down a few minutes later in her standard old black one piece that looked, for lack of better description, very "motherly." As she slipped in she said how good the bubbles felt and how much she enjoyed me keeping her company. I thanked her for a great dinner and told her I enjoyed being with her as much as she enjoyed being with me. As we talked and looked up at the stars, the conversation turned back to her comment about how I didn't have anything she hadn't seen before. She just blushed and told me that she had seen me several times as I grew up and had nothing to be ashamed of. When I pressed her as to when, she relayed a few times where she had caught me coming out of the shower or peeked into my room as I was sleeping and even one time when I had a girlfriend over she had come back early and "didn't want to interrupt". I was slightly embarrassed at that revelation but then got really intrigued. The conversation shifted to her sore shoulders and I offered to rub them for her if she wanted. She turned around and scooted back toward me as I started rubbing her shoulders. Her head started bobbing, she started purring and I got a great view of her amazing, soft cleavage down the front of her suit. As I rubbed, her left shoulder strap fell down and her nipples were clearly visible and erect through the worn material of her suit. It was so erotic watching her eyes clothed, sweat dripping down her neck her ample, freckled breast partially uncovered, her breath deep and her nipples on proud display. Instantly, I was hard as I thought of seeing more of her. As I rubbed her back, she kept moving back ever so slightly until she bumped slightly back into my hard member. She just remained there and I swear she wiggled just a bit as my hardness lay against her butt crack separated only by her thin suit. After a few minutes she abruptly moved away, wiped her face and said she was getting a little warm and was going to get out. I watched her climb out and dry off and go inside. I waited a minute then got out, dried off and kissed her goodbye and told her I was looking forward to Sunday. She smiled and said she was too. On Sunday, I went biking and called my mom to see if I could come over a little early to finish one of the projects from Friday. She told me she had just gotten back from church and would be happy to have me come over a bit early and have me for the day. I showed up 20 minutes later gave her a quick kiss hello and got to work. Two hours later, I was covered in sweat and grime and was in a desperate need of a shower. I asked her if it was ok and she said no problem. I jumped in the shower and felt the warm water melt the tension in my shoulders. After about 20 minutes, she knocked and quickly opened the door and stuck her head in to ask me if it was ok if she used the restroom since she really had to go (she has a two bedroom one bath beach cottage). The shower curtain is clear and hides very little. I told her no problem and she came in, pulled her shorts down and I could hear the sound of her going pee. I have always thought the sound of a woman peeing is exciting, couple that with it being my mom and her sitting next to me while I was naked in the shower with a thin curtain separating us, it was instant hard on for me. I was trying to act like I was disinterested and looking the other way to give her some sense of privacy, but when I glanced over, my eyes went straight to her crotch and then as my eyes met hers. She just smiled, wiped and stood up, pulled up her shorts and said "finish up. We got a date tonight," And bounded out of the room. I finished up and slipped on a pair of shorts and headed out to the kitchen to make a drink while she was getting ready for tonight. She asked for me to make her a drink as she announced she was going to jump in the shower and get ready and to give her an hour or so. When I had made her drink, I was going to take it to her and noticed the water running and the door slightly ajar. I took the opportunity to return the quick knock and poked my head in to ask her where she wanted me to put her drink. She was facing away, but I got the full visual of her back, legs and butt as she turned her head over her shoulder, gave me a wink and told me to just set it on the counter. As I started to shut the door, I noticed a pair of her panties sitting on top of her dirty clothes with a pronounced stain on the gusset lying on top of her dirty clothes on the counter. We went to dinner and had a great 3 hour meal at the upscale fondue restaurant. She looked great and had gotten all dressed up and put makeup on. We sat and talked about everything under the sun. After dinner, we came home to watch the Oscars. As we walked in, she asked me to make drinks while she got her comfy clothes on. We sat down on the couch and turned on the Oscars and she sat next to me and thanked me again for dinner. As the show started she commented on all the pretty dresses, the pretty people and how much she loved all the glitter. I told her that I thought she was just as attractive as any of the actresses. She hit me, called me a liar and asked me why I would say that. I told her that she was real, her smile could melt the coldest iceberg and her backside was something to behold. She laughed and said "oh you liked that did you?" I replied that I certainly did and it had been some time since I had seen her skin like that. She looked at me with a puzzled look and said, "When else have you seen my skin?" I blushed a little and told her I would try and peek at her all the time growing up and even stole her panties from time to time. She said "I don't ever remember my panties missing" I told her I didn't steal them for long and only took the old ones in the hamper. She said "You didn't! "I did" "Why would you want the dirty ones?" "Because they smelled like you." She blushed and quickly changed the subject back on the show. A while later she asked me "Do you really think my body looks good? I think it's old and saggy" "It's not that saggy and I think you fill it out in all the right places. In fact, I think you are as sexy as these actresses" She said thank you and cuddled up next to me as we watched the rest of the show. After it was over, she asked if I wanted to go back into the Jacuzzi. I again answered I would have to go au natural but was game if she wanted to. She told me to jump in and she would go get changed. I jumped in and waited for her. She emerged a few minutes later in a bikini that I was sure she had not worn in a long, long time. The fabric was stretched out and it was a size or two to small or her. Her breasts looked magnificent as the two little triangles tried to constrain her enormous boobs and her bottoms let her belly sag ever so slightly over the top and I could see wisps of her hair poking out from the legs. I smiled and told her she looked gorgeous! She slipped in a little embarrassed and said I think I am going to have to shave down there if I am going to wear this suit again. I smiled and told her shaving down there was fun and made everything feel so smooth and sexy. I then told her I shaved down there and she said, yes, I noticed earlier when you were in the shower. I offered her another backrub and she said that would be great. She backed up again as I rubbed her back and shoulders as I "accidently" moved the strings on her top so they became looser and looser. The string came untied as she moved back between my legs and against my pole. She laid back against me, shoving my manhood up against her crack (painfully, I might add) and put her head back against my shoulder. Her eyes were closed, her breathing deep and the left triangle dropped so I could see her nipple in all its glory. I almost came right there looking at her ½ inch long nipple, her tightly puckered areola that had nursed me all those years ago. I put my arms around her and told her I loved her and gently caressed her breast. She moaned and said that she was struggling with this being not right. I told her I understand, but I did love her and I wasn't interested in pushing her in any way. I just enjoyed being with her in whatever way she wanted. Then I kissed her on her head. We talked like that for a while before she said she was tired and need to think and asked if we could connect this week sometime. I told her I would be delighted to. I talked to my mom a few days later and asked if she was doing ok. She told me she had not slept well and is still struggling with the "rightness" of our actions this past weekend but did confess that she enjoyed them more than she ever thought she would. Which left me wondering how much time she has thought of it. I told her I loved her regardless and I had no regrets. That next Friday she texted me and asked me if I could swing by to see her tomorrow. I stopped by my mom's at her request. When I got there I was really nervous. We certainly had flirted with some unspoken line and crossed it in a way and I could tell she was really wrestling with her feelings and her religious beliefs. She opened the door and gave me a big hug. She told me how glad she was to see me and how thankful she was to stop by. She led me to the living room and we sat down to chat. She explained how much she loves me and how she doesn't want anything to ever come between our relationships. She asked if I had any regrets for our actions the other day. I told her I had none and I loved her more today than ever before. She blushed a little and told me that she didn't regret things either but was swimming in confusion. She asked if it was ok if we took things slow and we could remain completely honest and open as things progressed. I re-iterated that I loved her regardless and I was just happy to have her in my life. I told her I had been thinking about her constantly and wanted her truly to be happy and fulfilled. I told her how sad it made me to see her lonely and I was glad to see her smiling again. I moved over to her, gave her a big hug and went to give her a sweet kiss. She kissed me back on the lips (which was a first) with a quick kiss, then pulled back looked at me and smiled then leaned in again to give me a second much deeper one. I started to rub her back as we made out even slipping tongue back and forth a few times. She pulled back and told me she was so worried that she had ruined our relationship that she hadn't been able to sleep all week. I assured her that it was quite the contrary. I told her as much as I hated to I had to get back to work for a meeting but would check in with her later. She texted me later in the day and said how happy she was about not ruining our relationship. She wanted to know when she could see me again. I let her know that I would have to check things at work and get back to her. I picked up the phone sent her a bouquet of flowers with a note that read - To the most wonderful woman (and mom) in the world. The next day she got the flowers and called me right away. She was teary and told me how much I meant to her. I asked if it was ok if I came by after work and she told me she would love it. She said to have a good day at work, that she was looking forward to seeing me later and that she was going to go shopping for a bit before I got there. I stopped by my mom's house the next day after work. As I parked my car I noticed a strange car out front. I knocked on the door and my mom answered it with a huge smile. She gave me a big hug and whispered in my ear that she was sorry and I had to be on my best behavior because her friend from church was there. She led me back to the kitchen and I said hello to her friend and I blushed a little with the double entendre when she announced to her friend that I had stopped by to take a look at a leak in her plumbing and we would be right back. She led me to her bathroom and closed the door quietly while holding her finger to her lips. She then put her arms around me, told me she loved the flowers gave me a deep lingering kiss. She pulled back and explained that her friend had just been laid off and was a mess and needed to come by to talk. We kissed again that turned into making out for a few seconds causing my erection to press into her stomach. She smiled as she looked up into my eyes and asked if she made it do that. I replied that, yes it was her fault and it had been that way most of the day just thinking about seeing her. She gave me another big kiss and squeezed my ass and she whispered that she had gone shopping today and had some things she wanted to model for me. I kissed her back, ran my hands over her butt and told her she was such a tease. We walked out of the bathroom and I told her that I would have to come back later to take care of the plumbing issue. She said that sounds great hon – I'll give you a call later. She called me later that night and she asked if I could come by after she got home from church on Sunday. She reiterated how sorry she was about the bad timing of her friend and told me how much she loved the flowers. She also said she was sorry she teased me. I told her I loved it and it only made me appreciate her that much more. I never knew she had that kind of "fun" side. She laughed and said she had much more where that came from. She told me she loved me and she has been so excited the last few days that she can hardly sleep. She did say that she had to tell a little lie when her friend asked who gave her the beautiful bouquet of flowers and that she seemed happier than she had in years. I told her I loved her and couldn't wait to see her Sunday. I went over to my mom's place on Sunday and got there right after she got home from church. She answered the door in the very conservative black pants and blouse that she had worn that morning and smiled as she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. She smiled and said it was very nice to see me and that she wasn't expecting any unexpected disturbances today. We closed the door and kissed again, this time making out like teenagers. She could undeniably feel my cock rise against her stomach and as she broke our kiss, she said how much it excited her that she excited me in that way. She told me to take a seat in the living room and make a couple of drinks while she went back to change. As I sat down on the couch she came out in what turned out to be the first outfit of a fashion show from her purchases the week before. She looked gorgeous in a short black dress that hugged her curves ever so wonderfully. She twirled around and giggled as I whistled and told her how wonderful she looked. She told me to sit back she had a couple of other things to model and went back to her room. She came back in a stunning red dress that was low cut and showcased her fantastic cleavage. She wiggled her shoulders and bounced her breasts in my direction and said "you like?" I told her that she looked amazing and asked what was next. She smiled like she ate a canary and went back to the back. The next thing she had on was black baby doll. It was pretty conservative lingerie, but sexy as hell. She came closer this time and bent down to kiss me. I told her to sit down on my lap and she said "not yet, there's a few more." I told her I liked where this was going. She left and came back with a white teddy that made my jaw drop. I could make out her nipples (which were hard as rocks) through the material and she spun around to show its thong back. She came and sat on my lap and asked if I liked it. I told her she was beautiful and how much I would have loved to be there with her when she was picking it out. We kissed deep and she popped up to go get another outfit. Mom and I She came back in with a red bra and panty set. The top barely held her enormous orbs as they teasingly jiggled with every step. She straddled my right leg and rubbed back and forth as she kissed me again. I could feel the heat from her pussy and as she pulled back could see her nipples poking through her bra and the unmistakable wet spot forming in the camel toe of her panties. Her breathing was becoming ragged and we were both really turned on. She told me there was one more. She slid from behind the doorway with her finger beckoning me. She wore a garter belt and stockings and a transparent lace bra. I could see that she had shaved herself and I was rock hard. I followed her into her room and embraced her as we kissed. I told her how much I appreciated her new outfits and loved every one of them. I looked her with passion and love and asked if she really was ready for this. She said, I don't know, but I can't help myself right now. I pulled the straps of her bra off her shoulders and unhooked the back, sliding it down over her breasts. It caught on her erect nipples before we tossed it away. She pulled my shirt off and unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down. I kissed her again as I laid her back on the bed and slid into her. She moaned as she locked her legs around me. She was so wet and ready. I tweaked her nipples as we kissed and I slid down between her thighs to taste her sweet juices. She moaned loudly and started to wiggle around as my tongue caressed her clit. Within moments her legs were shaking and her fingers laced through my hair as she pulled me tight. Her first orgasm hit like a wave as her whole body convulsed in pleasure. I then slid up and kissed her deeply as I slowly and firmly slid my manhood into the same tunnel from which I was born. It was the most erotic and loving moment of my life. Within minutes she was shaking and covering the bed in her juices as we continued to make love. She moaned deeply and told me how much she loved me, how much she wanted this for so long, and how much she wanted me so deep inside her. She came three more times before my own climax hit and I unloaded my sperm deep inside her. We laid there for awhile in each other's arms. I asked her if she was ok, she told me she had never been better. We started making out again as I recovered and asked if she was up for another round. She smiled and said "for you baby, anytime." We spent the entire afternoon and evening making sweet love and it was amazing on every level. We talked the following day and she told me that she was happy with our new level of relationship, although she was still having some issues with the "rightness" of it. She told me how I had made her feel like a woman after all these years and she felt giddy with happiness. She let me know she was looking forward to seeing me soon. The following day we were texting back and forth while I was at work. It started as playful banter and quickly escalated into something far more hot. As our chat became more and more erotic, I asked her to send me a picture. She started to send me pictures of her in various states of undress. We traded pictures and texts all day working both of us into a sexual frenzy. I have discovered a whole new side to my mom since the previous Sunday. It seems I had opened a Pandora's box of a very sexual woman who hid behind religion for years. The following day we had been texting and she admitted that she really wasn't paying much attention at her Bible study as she sexted me throughout and even took an upskirt picture revealing a wet spot on her skirt. The thought of her doing that at church made it all that more taboo and erotic. I told her I would stop by after she got home from church. She told me that she was very much looking forward to it and it was "a bitch trying to concentrate at Bible study today." She answered the door in her robe, as I went inside, she closed the door and we kissed. She told me that I had awakened a monster within her and she had never remembered a time when she was so on fire. I told her how much I loved her, how beautiful she is and how much I had been thinking about her and our time lately. I took her by the hand and lead her to the living room and wrapped my arms around her. We started making out and I slid my hand inside her robe to her hard nipple. I told her how much I loved the pictures and how horny they made me. She told me that they did something for her as well. I then slid my hand down her robe, loosening the tie and opening the front to me. I reached down to her pussy and felt how wet she was in anticipation. I laid her back on the couch and spread her legs as I lowered my face between her legs. I slowly licked up her dripping juices from her lips as she gasped and moaned. She told me neither my dad nor my step dad ever would go down on her and that it felt amazing. I started gently licking her clit and inner lips. She was squirming all over the place as I continued to lick, suck and nibble on her most intimate parts. Her left leg started to shake first, then her right as she neared her climax. I took my right hand and positioned it so my fingers held open her lips while my middle finger went in to rub her g-spot. She cried out and said Oh My God what are you doing to me? I told her to trust me and enjoy. She smiled and said this was most amazing. I could feel her get close as I teased her on the edge. Then I could feel her muscles grab my finger as her lips swelled and she came with a deep moan. I told her to keep her legs open as I took a second finger and started to rub her g-spot. She told me that it felt like she had to pee. I told her it was normal and to just relax. She came a second time violently and drenched my hand and the couch with her juices. I went back to licking her clit and she was writhing and asking what had just happened. I licked her to another orgasm and started caressing her g-spot with the tips of my fingers deep inside her. I told her that she had squirted and had a deep vaginal orgasm. She said she had never came like that before as her stomach muscles tensed and she came again with a scream. The couch was soaked, the room smelt like her sex and I had a raging hard on. I pulled off my shirt and pants took her by the hand. She wobbled as she stood up and said that was the most amazing thing she had ever experienced. I took her back to the bedroom and laid on my back. I told her to hop on. She slid down on my dick and started to come again within a few strokes. Her muscles clamping down on my manhood sent me over the edge as I emptied my load deep inside her. She smiled and leaned down to give me a kiss, smashing her breasts against my chest. She rolled over and we laid naked in the afterglow for a while before getting up to jump in the shower together. I stopped by a few days later as my mom and a friend from her bible study were relaxing in the jacuzzi in the back. Each looked good in their suits with the bubbles caressing their cleavage that seemed to float on top of the water. They had put down a bottle of wine or two between them and they were happy to see me. I sat on the edge of the hot tub and we talked for a bit. They invited me to join them, but I told them I hadn't brought a suit. Her friend made a comment about that being too bad and how good the water felt. I was secretly hoping she would be ok with me going in without a suit, but it really didn't seem like an invitation and I didn't want to push it. They talked about how they had spent the afternoon working in the garden and were sore, but the water felt great. I told them the wine didn't hurt either with a wink as they laughed. We caught up on her friend's kids, grandkids, and what was going on in her life. We talked about what I was doing and how work was going. My mom looked beautiful and kept giving me an eye of approval while we talked. The subject turned toward the sexual and got a little flirty. I could see both my mom and her friend's nipples harden and poke at the material of their suits as the conversation wore on. After 1/2 hour or so, her friend decided it was getting late and she needed to get going. My mom said she was going to keep bubbling and relaxing her muscles and told her friend to drive safe. As her friend got out of the jacuzzi, she slipped a little and I caught her arm. She smiled and I got her out and handed her her towel and she headed inside. I asked my mom if she wanted a refill and she said that would be delightful. I took her glass and headed into the kitchen. As I refilled her glass, her friend who had just changed said I had grown into such a fine looking man and she was jealous of how well I treated my mom. She commented on the flowers I had sent that were on the table and leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek as she left. As I walked back out, my mom asked if she was gone yet, I had replied yes she was. She asked if I wanted to join her in the water and I started to peel off my shirt and shorts to jump in. She commented on how she thought I was checking out her friend. I told her that her friend was an attractive lady, but nothing could compare to her. She smiled and said that before I got there her friend was commenting on what a nice man I had turned out to be and was subtly hinting at her desire to be with a younger man and how long it had been since she had felt the warmth of a man in her bed. I asked my mom if I could rub her shoulders and she said that would be fantastic and turned around and scooted back towards me. I started rubbing her shoulders and back and she just purred. I leaned in to kiss her neck as I rubbed and I could see her nipples immediately respond. I nibbled on her earlobe and told her how much I loved her and how beautiful she looked. She turned her head and kissed me deeply. I slid my hands over her shoulders and pulled off the straps to her suit. Her top fell and I wrapped my arms around her and she laid back into my chest and said how wonderful this was. I kissed her shoulders as I pulled her suit down and off and tossed it to the side of the jacuzzi. She told me how much she loved coming in here nude and said it was one of her favorite places. She told me about how she would use the jets to be naughty when she was lonely. I smiled and said "show me." She said "you really want to see?" I nodded and she slid her body down and kicked her legs up on the top of the hot tub. I held her in my arms and caressed her breasts as she lined up with the spray of the jets and closed her eyes. Within seconds she started moaning and as I pinched her nipples, she groaned loudly as an orgasm washed over her. She smiled up at me flushed and embarrassed as I looked at her and told her that that was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen. She turned over and started to kiss me. She told me how much she loved me and how she had always wanted to break in the jacuzzi right, but never had the opportunity. I gently pushed her back against the seat and her legs wrapped around me. She grabbed my shaft and guided me into her. I was amazed with how wet she was and was afraid that the water we were in would wash away her natural lubricant, but after a few stabs deeper and deeper I slid in. She wrapped her legs and arms around me as I plunged deeply within her. We kissed and laughed as we sloshed around in the hot tub. I could feel her getting close as my own orgasm built. Her muscles clamped down on my shaft as she uttered a guttural groan as she came and the feeling sent me over the edge. I shot deep inside her and we relaxed in each others arms as I caressed her sweet body. She told me she had always wanted to do that, but it was a first and she was glad to share it with me. We got out and went in and snuggled together and watched an old movie wrapped in each others arms. I stopped by her house after she got home from church on the following Sunday to say hello. I have to admit - the sex part is fantastic, but I find I miss her more and more relationally when we are apart. I miss her smile, her laugh and her love (yes of course I also miss her body next to mine). She was pleasantly surprised to see me and we talked a bit about our relationship and how we were doing with it as it unfolded. She cried a little about how much she loves me and struggles with the fact that we can't be together all the time. I told her I loved her and struggled with many of the same feelings. We held each other and talked for hours there on the couch. It was so deep and intimate, so connecting. She crawled over to me and kissed me, lightly at first then more and more passionately. She told me she had never felt more connected to anyone in her life and she found herself musing and smiling each time after I had left with my cum deep and then dripping out from inside her. She said on one hand, she knew it was so wrong and on the other it felt so right. She confided that all of our recent action had left her with a minor "condition" that she was drinking a lot of cranberry juice to clear and we both laughed at my weak apology for causing such a problem. She felt my hardness against her as we laid on the couch and told me that it looked as if she had caused me a problem and she felt responsible to help me with it. She slid down and unbuttoned my shorts and took me out and smiled then lowered her head onto my shaft. She kissed, licked and sucked and we both were moaning and incredibly turned on. She continued to bob up and down and before long I told her I was close. She just looked up smiled and said "I can tell." She returned to my shaft and sucked a little harder as I exploded in her mouth. She licked all my cum and sat back and said "my, my, that was wonderful!" then came up and kissed me. I could taste my cum in her mouth as our tongues danced. I asked her if I could touch her and return the favor, and she said yes, we just have to be a little careful. I lifted her dress up over her and tossed it aside and unhooked her bra and lowered her panties. She laid in all her naked glory as she laid back against me. I took one arm around her chest and massaged her breast as I lowered my other hand to her wet pussy. I spread her lips and she jumped when I touched her clit. I messaged both as I felt her orgasm build. I teased her on the edge until she was begging me to let her cum. Then with an extra flick of my finger, her body tensed up and she let out a low moan as her pussy filled with her warm wet lubricant. She turned and kissed me and thanked me for taking such good care of her. We talked for a while longer and I told her I would give her a call tomorrow to see when I could see her again. She texted me the next morning and said she needed to see me as soon as I could swing by. I was concerned something was wrong and went over there at lunch between meetings. When she answered the door I asked her if everything was ok. She told me that she needed to show me something and led me to her room. She pulled off her dress in one fluid motion and told me that her "condition" had passed and she knew I didn't have much time. She helped strip me down and pulled me down on top of her. While I plunged myself in one stroke into her very wet tunnel she told me about her friend from the other day who had come over that morning. As she told me about how her friend wanted me I could feel my mom get closer. As she recounted the details of the conversation, I could tell she was getting really turned on. When she confessed that she had suggested that "they" try and get me in a compromising position we both came violently. She smiled and said "you liked that suggestion huh?" I told her what man wouldn't but she would always be my love. She thanked me for coming over and kissed me and wished me the best for my afternoon meetings. I had a out of town conference that Sunday through Tuesday night and the company was picking up all the expenses at a great downtown hotel. I was speaking at two of the breakout sessions (one Monday and one Tuesday) and was expected to be there, but would have ample amount of time on my hands. I asked my mom if she was up for joining me for a few days. She jumped at the chance and I picked her up on Sunday after church and we drove up the coast. She made the drive enjoyable by toying with me the entire drive. She started with the suggestive comments, and I countered her with "her being all talk." She told me if we weren't driving, she would do this and that. I told her that driving shouldn't stop her. She said I was naughty then proceeded to flash me her right tit. We laughed and told her I wanted to see more. She flashed both her breasts in my direction. I told her that the truckers driving by would probably appreciate the show as well. She asked if I minded her "sharing her body" with others on the road and I told her that they were lonely guys (and gals) who would appreciate the highlight and her beauty was too much to keep hidden. I also told her that I was secure enough in our love for each other and wasn't threatened but rather excited about her openness. She smiled huge, kissed me and thanked me, then looked for every opportunity to flash every trucker along the way. She got lots of smiles, honks and thumbs up as thanks for her efforts. It was great to see her coming out of her shell and she rubbed me though my jeans as we drove. We arrived at the hotel, checked in and as soon as we walked into my suite I dropped the bags and she pushed me back on the bed. We stripped off our clothes and she saddled my face and told me she was in desperate need of attention. She was sopping wet from her antics in the car and was bucking wildly within just a few minutes of my tongue diving into her folds and playing with her engorged clit. Her juices coated my face as she writhed and wiggled and moaned as she clutched my hair with her fingers and held me to her. After she came she slid back and took my hardness in her hand and guided me in. She rode me to a few more orgasms before I emptied my load deep inside her for the first time that night. Other than the couple of hours that I had to do my thing at the conference we spent the whole time naked. We has the time of our lives, talking, sharing, laughing, having amazing sex and just enjoying each others company. The entire time I thought about how there is absolutely nothing like having sex with mom. To suck on the nipples that fed you as a babe, to have your manhood sliding in and out of the same wet tunnel that gave birth to you, to emotionally connect in a euphoric fashion as only a mother and son can. Everything about it was euphoric. I was caught up in this thought as I watched my mom, her eyes closed, her back arched slightly, her breasts bouncing back and forth, her nipples hard, her head back and to the left a little as she moaned my name. Her legs wrapped around me and her soft skin rubbed against mine as her juices coated my cock as I slid in and out of her pussy. The orgasm was incredible and I have not felt this much love in my entire life. The following weekend I got a text from her. She was at church and her friend from the other day is going to come over for lunch and she asked if I wanted to stop by for a bit and join them? I had arrived shortly before they had and was sitting on the front porch watching the rain come down when they drove up. My mom popped out in her floral dress and ran towards the covering, and got a little wet and it was evident with her hard nipples pushing through, cold in the process. Her friend Betsy was wearing a pantsuit and heel and had a longer distance to travel and got drenched in the process. As soon as we walked in my mom kicked off her shoes and went in the back to grab a towel. Betsy kicked off her high heels and stripped off her wet jacket to reveal a sheer off white blouse that showcased her lace bra underneath. She made a comment about how she felt a bit immodest without her jacket and didn't want me to feel uncomfortable. I just smiled and told her it would take a whole lot more than that to make me feel uncomfortable. Mom and I My mom returned with the towel and told me to make drinks while they started lunch. I poured my mom's and Betsy's drinks a bit strong and handed them over to them. After one sip, Betsy asked if I was trying to get them drunk. I just smiled and said I had heard she likes them strong. We ate lunch at the table and talked about what was going on in our lives towards the end of lunch I asked what the two of them usually did if I hadn't been there to disrupt the party. My mom said that they usually had lunch then would sometimes go walk to the beach or visit the downtown shops, or if it was raining they would sometimes play cards. I said that I loved cards when it was raining outside and would hoped they would allow me to play along. They said they would love the company and I jumped up to make another round and grab the cards. As I sat down I asked what we were playing. They told me a game called escalation. It essentially had 7 rounds that got progressively harder and you could win each round and/or the cumulative. I asked what we were playing for and Betsy said they usually just played for fun. I told them that my buddies and I played for money when we got together and it made the game more interesting and fun. Betsy said that her pastor wouldn't approve of gambling for money. Mom hit her on the arm and laughed and told me she love the casino more than anyone. I laughed and said, well, what do we want to use as stakes? My mom said, we could play for cloths. Betsy said "that sounds so juvenile." I replied that I must be juvenile because it sounded like fun to me. She just looked at my mom and smiled and said "are you sure?" My mom said – "sure, he doesn't even know how to play and we are certainly getting the better end of this deal." We agreed and I dealt the cards. The first round was over before I knew what had happened. My mom declared herself the victor as she placed her hand on the table with a squeal. I pulled off my shoes and socks and tossed them into a pile. Betsy had taken her shoes off at the door so she excused herself to the restroom and came back with a pair of panty hose dangling from her finger and she tossed them into the pile. The second round Betsy emerged with the winning hand. My mom pulled up her dress to mid thigh and pulled down a pair of stockings after unhooking them. Betsy was taken back and asked mom why she was wearing such high class undergarments and she just replied that they made her feel more womanly. Betsy said "I think I'm going to need another drink." I pulled off my over shirt and tossed it aside. Mom won the next round and I was getting really turned on by where this was headed. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it into the pile to my mom's cat calls and watched Betsy slowly unbutton her blouse. As it slipped off her shoulders I could make out her nipples through her lace bra. Mom commented on how pretty her bra was and I dealt the next hand. The next round mom bested us again. I stood up and pulled down my jeans with my erection evident by the tent in my boxers. Betsy and mom hooted as I spin around. Betsy stood and slowly dropped her pants. Her lace French cut panties came into view as her pants slid over her hips as she sexily swayed back and forth. I found a winning hand and mom stood up and pulled her dress over her head. She looked amazing in her bra and panties and I was reminded of how incredibly lucky I am to have her. She was wearing a matching black bra and panty set and I could see that she had a wet spot forming on her panties and her nipples were trying to escape the confines of her bra. Betsy reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She had magnificent white creamy breasts and nice round nipples that were jetting out begging for attention. I was in heaven as the next round dealt. Both my mom and Betsy looked great in their own way as they focused intently on their hands. Betsy won the next hand and my mom unhooked her bra and let it fall. I stood up and slowly pulled down my boxers to let my manhood spring free. Betsy looked over and said "oh my" my mom just giggled and smiled as she licked her lips. I sat down and asked if I could play the last hand out. Mom said it was fine, but would have to "owe" them if I lost. The last round I came out ahead. Mom and Betsy both stood and with great fanfare stepped out of their panties. I could smell them in the room. Betsy gasped at my mom's shaved pussy and you could see the shock on her face. Mom just laughed and said she really liked the way it felt. As we counted the scores, mom had the winning cumulative score and she said she was the winner and she thought Betsy and I would owe her. Betsy stood and was visibly flustered. You could tell she was having fun but when her flirting had been pushed she was uncomfortable. She told my mom that she had had fun, but didn't want to do anything she might regret and said she should get going. She slipped on her pants and jacket without putting on her bra, panties or shirt and hugged my naked mom and gave me a kiss on the cheek, told my mom she would call her later and walked out the door. My mom burst out laughing as her car started outside and asked me if I thought the game was done. I told her that no, I still owe you. She laid back on the couch and told me that I needed to eat her out and she desperately needed some relief. I crawled between her thighs and started to lap up her creamy juices that were flowing freely and coated her lips. Minutes later she was grabbing my hair and pulling my face into her as she shook with a huge orgasm. We then went back to her room and had sex two more times that afternoon before I had to leave. Mom called me a few days after our strip poker episode and let me know Betsy called her and told her how embarrassed and sorry she was for running out like that. She wanted to make sure my mom was ok and if I was ok with what had happened. My mom let her know that all was good and she told her that the party broke up pretty quickly after her departure. She told Betsy how good she looked for a woman of her age and thanked her for giving her an opportunity to see me nude. Betsy confessed that she was very wound up and had to break out her "little pink box of naughtiness" even though she was really torn about the morality of us all playing like that together. My mom reassured her that it was all harmless fun and that she thought I'd be up for a redo in the future if she was ever up for it. I was pretty busy at work and had only been able to make it over to Mom's once or twice a week with work, sometimes for a lunchtime quickie and sometimes for a longer love making session. I am still in awe at how good it feels to have her vaginal muscles gripping my shaft in orgasm. Or how euphoric it is to have her erect nipples on my chest. Or even the feeling of completion as we lay next to each other sweaty and totally spent. The following sunday morning I got a text from mom asking if I was able to swing by this afternoon after she got home from church. I told her of course and she told me to pick up some wine on my way over. My mom likes wine, but it is not her favorite drink and I was a bit confused, but stopped to get an array of bottles on my way to her house. When I got there was a strange car next to her car and I parked on the street and walked up. My mom answered the door in her church clothes and smiled and gave me a peck on the check and asked if I remembered her friend Harriet. I smiled and looked at my mom's friend. I hadn't seen Harriet for years, and she hadn't changed much. She was still very proper and demure in her full length skirt and modest blouse. She had an easy smile, and had a good figure all things considered. I held up the wine and said "this must be for you?" Mom laughed and said yes, and took the bottles into the kitchen. Harriet asked how I was doing and commented on how long it had been since she had seen me last. She told me that my mom had been bragging about me so much and told her how much I was coming over just to spend time and she winked and said that she even told her about the rainy game day with Betsy. I turned red and wondered what mom was up to. Our relationship has been kept under the strictest quiet for obvious reasons, but she seemed to be coming out of her shell more and more. But I wondered how much she shared about our fun with Harriet. Mom came back into the room and asked if I was hungry. I told her that I had had a late breakfast but would be up for something in a bit. Harriet agreed and had wandered to the side door that overlooked the jacuzzi. Mom commented on how warm it was today and asked Harriet if she wanted to wander downtown for a bit or what she was up for. Harriet said she would rather stay in and asked if the jacuzzi was warm and if mom had a suit that she could borrow. My mom told her she had extra suits, but wasn't sure how they would fit her more slender friend. Harriet followed mom back into the bedroom and I could hear them laughing. Mom emerged with a towel and a sexy two piece that I loved and Harriet was wrapped in a towel and I could make out the shoulder straps of a one piece that was big on mom. I had pulled off the cover on the tub and sat on the edge with my feet in the water. Mom eased her way into the tub and gave me a coy smile. Harriet turned away and dropped the towel and the suit hung on her awkwardly from the back. As she turned it was almost comical. She smiled as the suit swayed so see her nipple slip out as she stepped in. The crotch gaped and I caught a glimpse of her pubic hair. After a few minutes, she asked if I was going to join them and I told her that I had brought wine, but was unprepared for a swim. Harriet said "I hear Betsy got to see, and she looked at my mom and asked if she was ok I joined them au natural?" Mom giggled and said "If he is ok, I'm ok" I smiled and told Harriet that with Betsy, it was a fair game and everyone ended up nude. She looked down and saw the suit floating to the side of her breast and said "It doesn't look like this suits fits well anyway." I stripped off my shirt and shorts and slid into the tub as Harriet slid off her suit. Harriet looked at my mom and said "well?" and mom laughed and said she enjoyed the jacuzzi better nude anyway and took off her top and tossed out her bottoms from under the water. Harriet had always been inquisitive and started in with the questioning. "So, there must be something going on here, you two are way too comfortable to have this be the second time being naked after strip poker." Mom said, "no we are just comfortable with each other." Harriet raised an eyebrow and said "mmmmmm, right, so have you two kissed?" I told Harriet that we had always kissed. She laughed and said "not like that, you know." Harriet looked at my mom and said "tell me." Mom looked at me and then at her and said, "well..." Harriet smacked the water and said "I knew it!" Mom went on to explain how things just kind of unfolded and next thing we knew things just kinda progressed. Harriet's nipples could cut glass and she pressed for more details. Mom went on to explain the first few erotic gropings in the Jacuzzi and then went into our first time together and how soft and gentle I was. Harriet's breathing was getting more ragged as my mom went on. Mom then talked about flashing on our road trip and how much she enjoyed opening up with me sexually and that I was by far the best lover she had ever had. She then looked at me, smiled and said that Harriet looked like she was excited. Harriet for the first time was speechless. My mom slid over to me grabbed my hard member and kissed me deeply in front of her friend. She then turned and asked if that was the kind of kiss she had referred to earlier. Mom said she was warm and thought it would be good to finish this conversation inside. Harriet nodded and followed mom out of the tub and we both followed mom back to her room. Mom asked me to lay back on the bed and she climbed up and slid right down on my harness. Mom then invited Harriet over and told her that this pony had two saddles and nodded toward my head. Harriet's eyes got wide and my mom reassured her that it was alright and that I was really good with my mouth. Harriet straddled my face with her red haired pusy as I discovered she was already soaked. I could feel her legs tremble as my tongue reached out to her clit. Mom was riding slowly and I could hear them talking about how good this feels and caressing each others breasts. I could hear Harriet moan and felt mom's vaginal muscles squeezing down on my shaft. Harriet came a few minutes later and mom climaxed shortly after her. Mom climbed off and told Harriet it was time to switch and I could hear Harriet ask her if she was sure. I welcomed my mom's bald, wet lips and her erect clit as she lowered down on my face. I felt Harriet's mouth engulf my cock and I almost lost it, she bobbed a couple of times and commented on how good my mom tasted and guided the head of my penis into her. I could hear mom and her kissing above me as the two of them rocked on top of me. The whole thing was so overwhelming that I was on the verge of exploding in nothing flat. Harriet said "Oh my God, this is amazing and I can feel his cock swell in me." Mom said "oh babe, let Harriet feel what it's like to have you explode." My toes curled as I led go inside of Harriet. She was moaning, mom was whimpering and I was in bliss. Mom climbed off and asked Harriet to lie back while I recovered and mom went down on Harriet. She said she wanted to share my cum with her. Harriet was going wild and I slid up to caress her chest and kiss her as mom went to town. Within seconds, Harriet was writhing around like a crazy woman. Mom asked if I could do that "finger thing with her" and I slid my middle finger up her to work my cum and her juices into her g-spot. Harriet was screaming and mom and I just looked at each other and giggled. I had Harriet squirting in no time. Mom and I alternated between her clit and her g-spot and her orgasms came in waves. My mom started stroking me back into action and told Harriet that we would give her a break. Mom rolled over and I climbed between her legs as we pounded against each other with her naked friend laying next to us just watching. My mom's orgasm sent me back over the edge and we all laid on the bed in a sweaty mess. Harriet said to mom "You bitch, you have been keeping this secret from me?" Mom said "all you had to do is ask." With that we all took a break for lunch before going back for a second round that afternoon... (to be continued...) Mom and I I overheard Mom and a girlfriend talking outside by the pool one Saturday afternoon as I hid behind the curtains in my upstairs bedroom and ogled their bikini clad bodies. They were more than just a little tipsy and her girlfriend giggled while telling Mom that she had been taking some cool pics of herself naked, masturbating and fucking around with her boyfriend. It was heating my brain and making my dick stiff listening to them. Mom was intrigued, shaking her head at Kira's boldness and yet kept asking her questions. I immediately schemed to accomplish the impossible - get my hands on some of those pictures and help Mom become even more interested. Kira and Mom don't look alike at all but both are smoking hot and will punch all your go buttons! It blew my mind to hear them talking about sex. This was my mom! I was instantly hard as a rock and I spilled in no time at all as I furiously whipped my cock, as I'd done many times to sexual fantasies of the women around me. It was hell, and at the same time heaven, being surrounded by my Mom, my sister, their sexy friends and a swimming pool. I was constantly in a state of lust. It took college friends I'd bring home to start calling mom an MILF before I looked at mom like that. I'd always thought mom was the most beautiful mother around but she's mom.....right? When they started commenting on her body and obviously lusting after her I started looking at mama differently. It wasn't long before I secretly lusted after my mother with every lecherous, little bone in my body...... one of which wasn't so little at all. Mom obviously was enjoying all the spicy, risqué talk with Kira. Now while she was hot to trot I needed to entice my Mama to play with a camera. Let's see....give Mom a camcorder for her birthday and show her how to download her pics on the computer. Easy enough. I've seen Mom nude, in the shower, shaving, peeing in the bathroom but what kind of erotic pictures would she conceive and take of herself? Or maybe of her and Kira together? I was still at home, we were living together for both our sakes. Mom, because the husband that gave her me and my sister, died in a car crash over 5 years ago and the money is tight. Me because in my second year at a local community college if I didn't stay here I'd be making rent somewhere anyway and not living in as nice a place as this. Working and going to school is never a recipe for lots of extra, available cash. Obviously I didn't mind living with Mom. Besides the inadvertent eye candy she provided me she had always been the loving sweet mother every boy should have. Now that I was grown she treated me like the adult I was, while still loving her little boy. That made it hard for me sometimes, drove me nuts. Her big, little boy, the 23 yr old man living in her home loved her too, truly, but while looking at his mama in a way he shouldn't have been, I couldn't help myself. When mom would hug me, her full breasts pressed up against my chest as she bussed me soundly on the lips, my libido wanted more .... more! More than once I'd had to break gently but firmly away before she felt the dick she had roused from sleep poking into her stomach. Not sure I always made it away in time but she never mentioned it. Of course, I would rather have just stayed close and ground it into her, down on her leg, up onto her stomach and then centering her body on mine I'd pull her ass to me with both hands and rub my boner into her hot little pussy and make her writhe on me wild with passion. Those kind of hot daydreams I maybe shouldn't be having ..... didn't matter though .... I was having them. Guess I had a ways to go before that was actually going to happen. I stole every chance I could without being caught to see Mom, in a bikini, half-nude, nude, any way I could catch a glimpse of her nipples, tight little butt, full breasts, any part of her and not get caught doing it. I've been in this house with two gorgeous women for a long time. Just out of the service, going to school, living at home with mom and my sis, and barely able to hide the frustration I felt in the proximity to their luscious bodies. My older sister just went off to college for the first time two months ago. She stayed home with mom while I was in the service and the first year I was back. Now in her third year at school she was staying in the dorm and loving it she said. I thought I knew why she was excited about it. When we were all home together they were used to being half clothed in front of me at home, both my mom and sister. I sure as fuck didn't mind. They kept me in masturbation fantasies. Fresh ones, all the time. My sister and I shared a bath between our bedrooms. She is just barely 10 months older than I am so we were close. I admit it, I lusted after her before I noticed Mom was still a hottie. I came back from 2yrs with Uncle Sam a bit more devious than before. I did want to see my sis in the altogether. I did want to see her all of her lovely body, not just the little bit afforded by the revealing clothes she wore at home. So I did something about it. I fixed a hole in the ceramic tile wall of the bath from the closet in my bedroom. Hidden in the joint on the bathroom wall in the dark grout between two dark colored wainscot tiles it was all but invisible and gave me an all encompassing view of the our bathroom. I watched my older sister naked, doing everything. Showering, peeing, masturbating sometimes. When I thought about what I was doing I had to laugh. I felt like a kid looking in the window watching his sister getting dressed. Hiding, watching, masturbating.....thing was ....she was a voluptuous woman that entranced me even as she teased me in the kitchen or living room or in her bikini in the pool. As I watched her shaving her legs with a leg raised up on the edge of the tub her pussy would just naturally display itself, flowering open. I first thought that sometimes the lips of her beautiful pussy seemed almost engorged. Then found out that ....yeah...sometimes they were bulging and moist .... and it was when she was lost in lust. She would toy with her dripping slit with gentle probing fingers, or she would pound hard on her clit and wet cunt with her palm and fingertips when she was lost in heat. My little sister had a strong, sexual drive. I guess we both did. Maybe we got it from our mother. It was captivating to live with a gorgeous older sister like that. Seeing what I saw, experiencing the raw emotion, the lust that was created just about overwhelmed me as we were mere feet apart, me in my closet, her alone in the bathroom ( she thought ) and both naked, masturbating and climaxing. I made love to my sister many times, lovingly, long before she ever knew anything about it. She eventually found out ..... but that's another tale for later on I think. I'm surprised I could hold back and not grab her in her bath one day and just fuck the shit out of her. Oh God no, I couldn't do that. It would be incest .... as well as the fact I didn't have the balls to just proposition her no matter how close we were. I knew she loved sex, with herself at least, but she would probably freak out on me. Well shit, so I just watched and spanked the monkey. Now sis is staying away from home in the dorm her third year in college, mom and I are here alone, and mom is having to use our shower right now because the one in her and dad's room needed work done to it we couldn't afford it. I still had the hole. And with the growing realization that mom was every bit as sexual as my sister ..... I used it. Getting more sophisticated I bought a hi-res pinhole camera to use at the closet hole. Now on the computer I could do close-ups, stills, whatever. I've been watching mom completely naked now ever since sis left and she started using this bathroom. I am about to go nuts. Wanking my throbbing, cumming dick is fine, truly great, .......and definitely not enough. I want to get in mom's pants and she has no idea. I hoped that would change before long. Back to where we started with this story. Mom, Kira, erotic photography and a present for an unsuspecting Mother. Mom opened the pretty wrapped box with a big smile on her face. It was her birthday but she knows she can expect just about anything out of her big boy. She looked at me mischievously and said, " What did you get me Leo? Something to make you happy?" "Ah mom," I said, looking at her and winking. "This one is for your fun, your pleasure. I really hope you use it and enjoy it." That stumped her. She smiled, shook her head, gave me with a quizzical look and opened the box. The camera was nestled in foam cut outs and looked impressive. "Oh you shouldn't have, " mom cried. But she reached in and gently pulled it out to examine it. I could tell the wheels were turning, she liked it. She had never used the camcorder to make sexy pictures and maybe didn't know you could single out pics to print. The camera would give her the chance I hoped. I wondered how long it would be before I had a picture of my mother on her bed with a monster dildo up her pussy, plunging away. Or like in the bathroom of a wet, juicy pussy filled with plunging fingers but with Kira in the pic too, maybe helping out. I was pretty sure now that the subject was up and out in the open, it would happen. Mama had a new toy and they would make pics together. They just had too. I couldn't wait. But guess I was going to have to. I had to get out of the room for a minute and get this hardon under control. I shuddered as if a chill went thru me. "Sweetie, what's wrong," mom said as she looked up still thinking about the camera. "Mom, I'm going to pee, I'll be right back", I told her after I started off my hardon leading the way, keeping my body slightly turned on the side where mom couldn't see it. I hit the bathroom, shut the door and dropped my pants to free this throbbing pole I had. It only took about 5 good pulls and I was coming into the toilet bowl, spurting hard, sinking on suddenly weak knees. My thighs were gripping the sides and I was hunched over the bowl with my dick in my hand and come spurting strongly out of the tip when mom opened the door I hadn't taken the time to lock and came in. "Honey, when you come back.......oh, shit I'm sorry baby," mom's hand went to the side of her mouth in mock dismay but her eyes lit up and a wicked grin split her lips. "Sweetie I'm so sorry," mom gushed as she made no move to leave but continued to look at me, staring straight at my enormous hard on. "Mom, do you mind?" I might have said that louder, more strongly but lord help me I was enjoying this. I half turned to her still holding on to my stiffy, cum still dripping off the end, shooing her away with my left hand. My long, thick dick had clearly gotten Mom's attention but she tore her eyes away and scampered from the room. I had to chuckle. I think my mama was horny. Kira kept lighting her fires regaling her with sex on the hoof then leaving. At least I don't think it ever went any further than that. I wasn't always here and sometimes she was here alone with Mom. But it was pretty clear just now Mom was horny. I liked that! I came back into the living room still with half a hardon. It just didn't want to go down and I didn't try very hard to hide it. My Mom is hot and god knows I was hot to trot. I was totally enthralled. My body wasn't at all relaxed as I came back into the living room but I tried to seem so when I saw Mom. "Hey Mom, I'm sorry you saw that," I said. "No, no it's okay," she said, "everybody masturbates, Leo. I've known you did every since you started years ago." My ears burned as I thought about that. And I also had the thought that not everybody jacks off because they have a sexy, steaming mama to deal with on a daily basis, or fantasies of the sister you've been fucking with your mind for a couple of years now. Well maybe she hasn't been physically screwing you but you've been violating her every way you could think of and while in actual close proximity to her sexually aroused, cumming cunt, even if that was through a wall. But I wanted flesh to flesh contact. I needed it. Had to feel a naked female form molded to me, writhing with my desires as I played with her. I wanted to get laid and do my best to drive my amore wild with lust. I've been with other girls, other bodies, but I was fixated on my mother. I wanted my pole to erupt in her and fill her with my seed while she came hard for me. I was shy, even though a good looking guy if I do say so myself, I'd always been shy. And too ..... as I grew up I kept holding the girls available to me up against the females in my family and finding them wanting. Now my mother was the focus of my mind's eye, though she didn't yet know the power my lusting after her would let her wield over me. I had no time for other girls. I wanted more. I wanted the creature I was birthed by, that I loved so much and lusted after so intensely. I wanted my mama. I set about making that a reality with a vengeance. "Okay Mom, we all masturbate. Do you?" I looked her right in the eye like I really wanted to know. (I already knew, masturbating with her when she was in the bathroom) "Masturbation is normal baby, don't worry about it," she said dismissively. "What I came to see you about was the camera. I want you to help me figure out how to use it and let me take some pictures of you to get started." My heart flopped over. 'Kay, I thought. I can do this. We got the camera out and our heads together and started unlocking it's secrets. It was easy to get the basics just playing with it. There was probably special stuff you could do with it we could find out later with the books but for now I'd get her started clicking. As I showed Mom the buttons and thought about where I wanted this to lead whilst standing next to her, brushing up against her breasts, her legs and once touching her butt I became fully hard again. Oh well the shirt tail was out maybe she wouldn't see it. But it ached ...... I either wanted to go to the bathroom and jerk off again or plunge it into her pussy. Ahhh shit, I stifled a groan and stayed..... close to Mom.....shivering almost with the illicit knowledge I had of this mother of mine's body. "Are you okay baby?," mom asked. I could swear she was suppressing a grin. "Yeah, I'm good," I managed. "Okay, sweetie," she said. "Model for me. Stand over there." "No Mom," I said. "That's not gonna work. You've got me in front of the picture window with the light coming at you straight into the camera's lens from behind me." "Oh gosh yes," she said. " I knew that. I wasn't thinking. Stand over there by the staircase and put that shirttail in." Oh shit. Well, maybe she wouldn't notice. I tucked the tails in and my bulging hardon stood straight out there, very noticeable. "Uh Mom, I don't think I can do this," I mumbled. "What are you talking about?," she asked. "Do you need to leave, go somewhere? What?" "No Mom," I said. " It's a little more involved than that." Throwing caution to the winds, thinking maybe I'll just shock the shit out of her, I pulled off my shirt and turned around. "Oh my," Mom actually giggled. " You still have a problem don't you? Did I do that to you?" her eyes twinkling Mom took a step toward me. "Honey, it's too bad you're my son, you've got a wonderful looking erection bulging out of those jeans there. Baby you shouldn't be embarrassed. You're young and your hormones will keep you that way for a long time. Enjoy it!" "Mom, you did do this to me," I said reaching out a cupping her cheek. I slid my hand down her neck and around her shoulders pulling her close. She looked up at me in exasperation but I moved closer. Now she could feel that wonderful erection against her belly just above her needy muff. "Leo, no," she said as she squirmed against me. The squirming wasn't entirely in an effort to get away, she was getting a good feel and she lifted her face to me. "Baby, I love you, you know that. But as good as this feels this just isn't right." She moaned a little in a mix of emotions and I took advantage of her need. "Mama," I looked down into her eyes and kissed her gently on the lips. She responded naturally at first then my tongue slipped in and she stiffened slightly until she succumbed, melting into my kiss and circling my body with her arms. " I just love you more than I should," I growled. She tightened her arms, hugging me hard then stepped away. "I know how you feel. I've had the same feelings for you watching you develop into the strapping young man you are. You need to get a girlfriend to help you with your desires. With no man of my own to relieve those sexual tensions I'm guilty too of thinking things I shouldn't." "What if I don't want someone else. Why not Mother? If we love each other?" I pleaded with her, my body was tense with desire, my organ throbbing for her to see. "You know we can't," Mom looked at me longingly then firming her resolve she turned and went into her bedroom. I decided then and there, knowing she did desire me, I would make it hard for her to resist me. I wore less around the house than I normally did. I tried not to be obvious, just to give mama peeks at the body her son had for her. I timed my exit from the bath naked one day when I knew she was coming down the hall. "Ahh shit, sorry," I blurted. "I'm out of towels." Mom gazed appreciatively at me, gave me a small smile, a smack on the butt as she went by and said, "Well, go get one." That was fun but not enough. I arranged for my trunks to come off in the pool diving in right next to Mom. She just handed them to me grinning, then reached down and tweaked my dick. That caused it to start hardening and she watched a moment before saying, "You better get them on." We went on like this, me dying, her too I think. Then the pictures started coming. Mom would masturbate in her room with a dildo not quite as large as I was and snap pictures with a lead from the camera positioned to get a good view. She shared these with Kira and one day they played together and I received a full tutorial on their lusty bodies and libidinous desires. If I couldn't be in the same room with them this was the next best thing. I had closeups of their seductive loins, wet, hungry and passionate, a front row seat to their ravenous intensity. It only made it worse for me. I began a more seductive campaign. Just teasing her with my body wasn't getting me to where I wanted to go, deep in my mother's pussy. I had to fuck my mother. I needed her. I started watching closer and found out when she was masturbating and taking pictures. Whenever she knew I wouldn't be home. She and Kira were now emailing their adventures to each other. I got them all .... and they got to me. Mom played with her kitty on the nights I would leave for any reason. So I told Mom one day I had to go the the campus library for research one night. I told her not to wait up on me, I would be late. It was winter and getting dark early and I left just before dark. I'd intentionally been keeping Mom from relieving herself by always being around. I'd taken care of the classes I was carrying with projected studies and call in homework as I faked a bad knee and stayed home .... enjoying the frustration I could sense Mom's inability to be alone. I kept her from going out .... but gosh I couldn't help that I needed her help. By the time the night I had arranged came around mama was on pins and needles. She had been used to having a somewhat satisfactory steady diet .... although it was a solitary sex life.... it was still a physical relief. For a while now she hadn't been able to do anything but quickies in the bathroom. I knew about those and interrupted them as much as I could too. My mama was twitchy she was needing a good hard fucking so bad. Mom and I Before I left that night I had adjusted the blinds in Mom's room to give me a view of her bed from outside. The house was on a big lot, safe from anyone seeing me and I wondered why I'd not thought to do this before. All the naked, erotic pictures of her she took that I had and my private viewing gallery in my closet I guess. As I parked down the street about a half hour later and walked back to the house I noticed all the lights except for her bedroom already out. I hurried in the gloom to the side of the house her bed was on. I wasn't here just to look however, I intended to have her. Make love to my mother, make her scream her desire as her climaxes washed over her. Pictures were great, her masturbating in the shower was tantalizing but I needed the smell of her, the taste of the sweat between her breasts, the feel of her nipples hardening under my lips, the aroma of her loins awake with lust and flowing over my tongue. I stepped to the window and Mom wasn't even in the bedroom. She must be at the vanity in her bathroom. She still used the sink, the toilet and had all her makeup stuff in there. I waited, patiently, absentmindedly scratching my fingernails on the fabric over my stiff, hard, hot-blooded pole. Mama came in and my breath stopped. I'd seen the lingerie she wore in some pictures but her body, all of her, in this vision of love was sizzling hot, her lissome form moving sensuously as she crawled onto the bed. I could see her dark nipples thru the thin material and the crotch pulled tight into a camel toe 'twixt her lips. She reached for the lamp on the nightstand, dimmed the lights and grabbed for the remote to the TV in her room. Was Mom going to watch porno? I almost laughed, it seemed surreal. Mom watching porno just didn't seem like her, horny or not. I glanced at the screen when she clicked it on and was confused. Old family vids, well not that old, Mom, my sister and I in the pool last summer. She fast forwarded it a little then began to ready her toys. She closed her eyes and played with her nips through her filmy negligee. Her breathing deepened and she rolled her hips, sawing her legs together slowly. She opened her eyes, fast forwarded more and stopped. I looked at the screen. My sister lay on her back in her ultra small bikini Mom had chided her about last summer. She grinned up at Mom, stuck her tongue out and exposed one breast in a quick tug before concealing it again. My dick immediately jumped, throbbing. I could see Mom's hand come from the camcorder to slap her leg lightly. Next my ornery sis opened her legs and the strip between them showed a clear camel toe. Her slit, plain as day, and that was about all that little strip of cloth was covering. The camera moved on, panned over to unsuspecting me with my ballcap over my eyes ( I wasn't using it that time as a blind to spy on my mom and sister, but many times I had done so ). I must have just come from the water because the material clung to my legs and closely formed around my dick. Mama's cam steadied on my bone and zoomed in. Me unknowing reached down to adjust myself and my boner stood out in clear relief. On the bed Mom froze the picture and sat up pulling the nightie off over her head. My mother was going to masturbate to a picture of me! Wow! She didn't have any panties on and was now fully naked. She picked up her phallus, her little man, the only one she'd had for 5 yrs., rotated the button on the end and just laid it on her slit, slowly rubbing up and down, her other hand on her engorged nipples again. Teasing them with little pinches and tugging them out away from her chest she gazed at the TV screen. "Oh, Leo," she gasped. "If only you were here and could make love to me." By god!! That's exactly what I intended to do. I wanted to wait until she was fully impassioned, held in the grip of her lust, unable to resist me. I watched as mama writhed on the bed and brought herself moaning to a first quick climax. I was sure this was just the beginning and I was right. Mom got up from the bed, giving me a wonderful look at the body I knew so well, and padded from the room. She came back in a few minutes later with her wineglass refilled, sucking gently on a finger, her boobs swinging freely. Her breasts were a wonder for a 39 year old woman I thought. Not that I was an expert, hers was the only ones I'd seen her age, other than beach shots of women on the internet. As she came across the floor towards the bed her nips turned slightly upward, the tiny, provocative bobble the motion produced just took my breath away. Delectably enchanting, Mom's breasts stood out proudly, not huge but not too small, and with just a little sag, so little they may have come from the baby factory that way. Probably the result of my sister and I tugging, feeding on them, delighting in playing with them as babies do. As I wanted to now. My mouth watered and I licked my lips. Mom glanced at the TV as she lay back on the bed and picked up the remote again. She punched fast forward and left it on for a bit. She knew where she wanted to go. This bit was taken from the house it looked like. You could see the zoom bringing you close to the pool where I was alone in the shadows of evening up against the edge of the pool. I was in about chest deep water with my arms up on the pool side and my chin resting on them. Chrissy, my sister, in another of her teeny bikinis came into view talking to me with her back to the camera. This one had a thong bottom, Mom had not gotten her to be more modest, not that she had tried that hard. I think she was proud of her daughters extraordinary body and looks. The camera zoomed in, on Chrissies perfectly formed butt split by the colorful string disappearing in her cheeks. Mom!! I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Was I not the only one Mom was hot for? This was interesting, informative and chock full of possibilities. Jesus my sis has a nice butt! Round but not large, looking soft but you could see the firmness in the way they bounced to her walk. Hmmmm, delectable. Soon my sister turned, headed back to the house. The camera didn't stop but watched her walk in. From the angle it looked like Mom was filming from her bedroom window. The view came back to me and zoomed in showing the lust on my face as I mentally caressed those buttocks and undressed my sister walking away. I bounced a couple of times, causing ripples in the water of the pool and it was pretty clear I was hunching a hardon against the side. At this point Mom froze the picture again, finished the glass of wine she'd been sipping on and spread her body out over the bed, stretching like a big cat, running her hands over her breasts, flipping her nips, pinching them, sliding down her flat stomach, sinuously rippling over her stomach muscles and relishing that ravenous burn she was eager to stimulate. My mama was hot again and causing me to squirm. She clicked the remote on and it showed me glancing back at the house as I moved to the shallow end of the pool and dropped my trunks enough to haul out the hard rod I was obviously going to satisfy. Oh my god! Did I really do that where I could be seen from the house? In the pool on the video and outside her window that night I began stroking my hot, hard pole and on the bed Mom started stroking her kitty too. She began not just sliding her little man over her vulva like she did the first time but now started penetrating her pussy bit by bit. Slowly, she shuddered as she moved the dildo in an out, her little man glistening with her juices, and going deeper with every stroke. "Uhhhhhhh uhhhh," she moaned. I wasn't far away with just a window between us and could hear her clearly. "Leo, fuck me..... fuck me hard." and she plunged the dildo all the way in, rolled over and gazing at the TV where I was spanking the monkey, she hunched it riding it hard. Now I knew why she always waited until I wasn't around.....she was loud! This was it ....time. It was time! I held up my sagging jeans and raced for the back door to the house. I let myself in quietly and took all my clothes off right there in the kitchen. I am 6'3", 221 lbs. but not your normal jock. I am a tennis player and biker. Both singular activities. I did have a good, hard body and a respectable rock hard dick that waved before me as I made my way to Mom's room. I'd showered and taken care in my ablutions with my night with Mom in mind. She wasn't expecting me at all tonight and I noticed she hadn't locked her door when she came back with the wine. I was hoping for that but it wouldn't have stopped me if she had locked it. Just would've made the entry scene a little more difficult. Mama and I had a date. I opened her door quietly and where she lay she didn't see me coming. I slipped into bed behind her and enveloped her in my arms. She gave a little scream and whipped her head around and saw me. My arms were around her, one hand gently squeezing a breast, toying with a nipple while the other was helping with the dildo. My dick was hot on her backside and felt as huge to her as it did to me I'm sure. I looked her in the eyes, reached down and lovingly kissed her on the lips and said, "Hi mama." She was breathing heavily, raggedly. I had come in at just the right moment. She looked from me to me on the TV. Busted. She hunched over the dildo as I rubbed it over her clit. She was just about to ride the wave and now I was here to make sure it was a big one. "Ahh sweetheart," she moaned. " We can't do this, you know we can't." She raised her hand from the dildo I now controlled to my face not realizing I would smell her musk, the enticing scent to make me crazier. But now she saw me, close my eyes and draw in the scent of her on her hand and she cupped my cheek, pressing her face to mine. I ground my shaft up her spine and down between the cheeks of her ass and she humped backward at me as I continued to assault her lovebox with her little man. I bit at her neck and she whimpered softly, her hand on my face tightening, scratching me, making my blood boil with lust. I inhaled the aroma of her sex and buried my face in her hair, her familiar smell as intoxicating as it's always been, now, more so with my naked body entwined with hers. I held a breast in one hand, massaging it, playing with the nipple while with the other I had abandoned the dildo and used my fingers on her, rubbing her cuntlips and playing with her clit then plunging inside over and over again. I should have whacked off outside before I came in because suddenly I erupted, cumming hard, spurting my spew all over her back between us and she came with me. We groaned and clutched hard at each other and time just stopped as we climaxed and began the climb back to the world, slowly. My lust was nowhere near satisfied and mama looked at me with interest and a wicked little smile as I manhandled her over on her back and spreadeagled myself atop her, just above her sweaty form, where our hot bodies touched with a slippery heat. With my legs inside hers but her heels over my calves and intertwined and my arms under her with my hands gripping her shoulders I dropped my head to her mouth and devoured her. The kisses we had stolen before were nothing in comparison to the bond we managed with our lips, chewing, nipping I trailed down her neck and enveloped her whole breast in my mouth and gently sucked back up to the tip. I bit it. And again as she cried out above me. All the while we moved gently together in an age old rhythm our bodies exploring the feeling of our closeness. I couldn't get enough of the tantalizing smell of her skin as I moved to her other breast and lovingly put it through the wringer too. Mom got a little wild then, gripping me with her legs she grabbed my head and pulled my mouth tight in to her tit. I bit that one too. I was headed south. I've never made love orally to a woman before but it was about to happen now and I couldn't wait any longer. I gave mama gentle lovebites as I worked my way down her belly past the little stud in her navel that I nipped on the way by. Just pulled it up and let it pop back down. That was just a small provocation my Mom had unknowingly teased me with. I'd always wanted to tug on that stud with my teeth. Mission accomplished! And it was as lecherously stimulating as I'd always dreamed it would be. I bit and slobbered across her belly and my gut clinched with a quiver as I kissed my way on down to her quim. "Honey," Mom softly said above me. " Are you sure?" "More sure than of anything I ever wanted in my life mama," I told her, lifting my eyes to search hers. I continued to hold her eyes as I reached down with my tongue and lapped at her clitoris. My mouth at her pussy, my chest across her thighs and I closed a palm each over her butt cheeks and squeezed. She closed her eyes, stiffened and bucked a little in my embrace. Slowly her eyes opened, looked back at me and l laughed. "Hmmmmm," as languorously I descended to my feast. I nibbled on her lips, pulling the out, sucking them in, giving them kisses and licking her from her little butt hole to her quivering clit. Occasionally I buried my tongue deep in her, my nose on her clit and basked in the taste of her juices. She started hunching up against my face and I helped in every way I could. I rode her down deep enough to touch her pucker with my tongue and she became even more frenzied, bucking against me hard. From her pucker to her clit I drove her crazy. As she started to come I sucked her clit in and she went wild, hunched over my head she rolled on her side and came hard, her nerves jumping, her arms and legs squeezing my head and neck and oh god did it feel good to be buried here. I had both her breasts in my hands, my mouth just playing with her cuntlips, nipping at them, pulling them out away, scraping them lightly with my teeth, her clit too sensitive to approach as she slowly opened her eyes. She gazed down at me in wonder, her hands caressing my head, her eyes filling with tears of emotion. "Honey, I've never, ever in my life felt anything like that," mom said quietly. "You've done something to me no man has ever done. Not even the good years I spent with your father." I pulled my arms back, lifting her legs, kissing on her thighs, I crawled up into my mama's embrace. She wrapped her legs around my back, her arms around me and hugged me tightly. With both hands cradling her face I kissed her. And we couldn't stop. The passion enveloped us again and before I knew it I had plunged inside her, at least halfway. God, she was tight. As aroused and as wet as she was that's as far as it was easy to go. "Oh god," she squealed. " I'm sure glad you know about taking it easy. I thought you were pretty much inexperienced with women? Where did you learn restraint and the way you make love, the way you tease me and set me on fire?" She gazed into my eyes in lust. "Maybe you're just a natural." She wiggled her ass down hard on my dick and I loved it. "Baby, you feel so good. Go slow but give it all to me. I don't have another no in my body," she purred. I chuckled against her neck and growled contentedly, " Hmmmm, I love you mama." I slipped in and out easily, and she opened to me as I went just a little deeper each time until I was buried balls deep. I stopped there for a minute savoring the feel of her, the utter ecstasy of being totally inside my mama again. Tight, so luscious and tight! "Goddd almighty," she groaned. "You are a stud son. I don't think I'll ever let you out of my bed." She surprised me by hunching hard three or four times and crying out, gripping me hard as she came again. A little death, one to ride on with, and we did. I loved the way she held on to me. Wrapped around me completely, hugging with arms and legs hard she could move at will even though she was beneath me. I slowly anchored myself on knees and elbows and began driving into her, matching her rhythm, slowly at first and as we quickened, harder, until we were racing to the finish. Both of us straining to get closer, to feel the others skin rub against us as we violently convulsed together. We were sweating fiercely in our passionate bout and slid easily together in our frenzy. It was a good thing Mom was a health nut and kept herself in good shape even though she was only thirty nine. I was only twenty two and totally out of control as we crossed the finish line together. Maybe not the finish line, we weren't racing. But we were both of us straining hard to climb the last little bit to the unbridled joy and gratification we were reaching for. We lay exhausted .... for now. My Mom was always energetic and now I saw that as a lover as she jumped on me and covered my face with kisses and then wrapped her arms around my neck hugging me hard. God help me but with all the love and emotion pouring out between us my little animal pea brain focused for a moment on her swampy pussy bathing my stomach as she lay there with our juices combined flowing onto me. Quickly, gently disentangling her arms I lifted her by her thighs up onto my face and drank her in. I sucked the juices out of her, snuggled my face into her cooze and again my dick stiffened. I chewed lightly on her lips and kissed her and finally let her slide back down to kiss my slippery face. As she settled onto me she felt my pole behind her and slid onto it easily, crying out softly as she did so. It wasn't just fucking this time. I guess it wasn't the last time either but we were animals then, our lust riding our emotions. Maybe Mom's love for me and mine for her had to be there for us to make love but it was in the back seat while we lustily fucked our first time. This time we made love. Slowly we caressed, savored and delighted in our bodies union. I knew I loved my mama, but this was a whole other level. As we reveled in our wickedness and rubbed our bodies together it went on it seemed like forever. We kissed as lovers do, giggled as we ground together, and murmured love bites to each other. Finally we exploded and drifted off to sleep, the good sleep, still joined together in that wet sticky mess that makes you feel so good. Had we not went to sleep exhausted almost immediately, a shower would have been in order. As it was it could wait a bit .... we really needed a nap. Mom & I: A True Story Ch. 1 Foreword: Conversely from many other stories about the relationship between mother and her sons mine is a true one. All facts here are true, just names and some situations Were changed to protect the people involved, most of them still alive. * * * * * Every boy has at some moment of his youth dreamed about his mother. It might be simple curiosity about women's bodies or a stronger physical attraction to her alone. Only a very few have the opportunity to make these dreams a reality. I was one of the lucky few and this is my true story. I was eighteen years old when my story begins, the youngest of three children. My sister was twenty two and at college whilst my brother and I, due to health problems during childhood, still had another year of high school. When I was sixteen our parents had decided on an amicable divorce to give them a chance to start a new life. Mom was forty-one years old at the time and daddy almost fifty. They both had careers: daddy was an engineer and mom a successful attorney. My brother was at college in another city and my sister had married a hotel manager and was living in Hawaii. I stayed living with mom in a very nice apartment in mid-town, close to mom's office. Mom and I always had a very close relationship mostly due to her nursing me during my illnesses and this relationship became even closer after the divorce. She took on the role of both parents, guiding me through that most difficult time in a boy's life, adolescence. Mom's main concerns were drugs and homosexuality, the latter after there was a scandal at school involving a boy who had had passive sexual relationships with a great number of male students. Mom was clearly relived when I assured her truthfully that I had had no involvement with the boy. I had my first sexual experience with a girl when I was seventeen. She was one year older and a real expert on the subject, introducing me to the pleasures of both oral and anal sex. When I told mother about it she just recommended being careful to avoid an unwanted pregnancy. Despite her otherwise liberal views on sex, mother was very conservative when it came to what she wore at home. Until the time I am writing of I had never had seen mom naked or even in her underwear. At home she usually wore jeans or, in the summer, a light cotton dress. At night, after coming back from work she would have a shower and put on a demure nightgown to watch TV. We would often work together at home in her small office until late at night, she on her business and myself doing homework. One Friday I came home from seeing my friends and when I opened the door I saw mom seated on the sofa. She was motionless, looking into the darkness, only a lamp illuminating the living room. I could immediately tell there was something wrong. Unlike her normal habit, she hadn't changed out of her work dress of a dark skirt and white blouse, which she wore beneath a blazer, and on the coffee table there was a half empty bottle of vodka, an ice bucket and her pantyhose. "What's going on?" I asked, approaching her. "Nothing," she whispered after a while. Her eyelids were reddish revealing that she had been crying. "Are you ill?" I asked, hoping it wasn't serious. "No, I'm fine. You don't need to worry." Teardrops started to roll down her face. "Mom come on!" I urged, "I never saw you in this condition. You don't usually drink! I always trust you and share all my problems. It shouldn't be different now." "Sorry, I just don't want to bother you with my problems, but you're right, maybe it would be good to share this with you. It's a long story." I sat down next to her on the sofa and she continued. "When I got divorced from you father our marriage was already over long before. To be honest with you I had been dating other men for a couple of years and your father and I came to the conclusion that we should split up. Two years ago I met a man and I fell in love with him. He was married and said that he couldn't get divorced until his only daughter got married. He is an influential person and I understood the situation. A couple of months ago he came to me and told that we needed to put an end to our relationship and I understood that he had had some sort of reconciliation with his wife. It was very painful for me but I loved him too much to want to become an obstacle to his happiness. Today I found the real reason for everything: he is leaving his wife to live with a girl that is only a little bit older than his daughter! I never felt so bad in all my life! I found out in the worst possible way that I'm getting old ..." She tried to grab the glass but I held her by the wrist. "Stop Mom! You already drank too much. What you need now is a cold shower and some hot black coffee. You go to the bathroom while I fix it." Mom tried to stand up and sat down again. She obviously couldn't do it by herself so, holding her by the shoulders, I led her to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet seat while I started the shower. "Now take a good long shower. I'll be back with the coffee," I said closing the door. After I'd made the coffee I went back to the bathroom and heard the sound of running water. I knocked on the door but there was no answer. "Mom, are you OK?" I shouted but there was still no answer. I figured there must be something wrong; maybe she had fallen and injured herself. I opened the door and to my relief she was still sat on the toilet seat, fully dressed. "Hey, I think you need some help..." I told her, helping her stand up. She stood up weavingly, evidence that she was still really drunk. I unbuttoned her blouse and help her remove it. Next came her skirt. I unzipped it and the skirt fell around her feet. Mom was wearing a white lacy bra and matching bikini pants which barely covered her butt and crotch. "Turn around," I told her. She obeyed and I unclasped the bra and pushed mom under the shower head. Up to that moment she had been silent but then she started to complain about the coldness of the water. "No, you must stay there a while. It will be good for you," I instructed. I tried not to look at my almost naked mom but was impossible. At forty-three years of age she was a very attractive woman; 120 pounds, long muscular legs and an almost flat belly, a consequence of a three times a week workout. Her breasts, after bearing three children, weren't exactly firm but were still good for her age, crowned by two large light-brown areolas and long, thin nipples. The soaking panties revealed a large dark shadow underneath. To my surprise I found myself enjoying the sight of mom's almost bare body. After complaining several times that she was freezing I turned off the water and wrapped mom's body in a large towel. "Let's remove your panties," I said, putting my hands under the towel. I slipped them down and ordered her to sit down again on the toilet seat and then with another towel I dried her hair. Mom's teeth were rattling uncontrollably and I placed both my hands on her shoulders and began massaging them. "Hmmm, that's so good!" She murmured. After massaging her for a long time I said, " OK, that's enough, let's go to bed." Mom could stand up on her own by now and hesitantly walked to her room. She was patiently obeying my directions like children do with their parents. I selected a short, see-through nightgown. "Time to get baby dressed for sleep," I said trying to hide how nervous I was faced with the prospect of seeing mom completely naked. Maybe she, still a little drunk, didn't noticed my slightly stammering voice. To my surprise she undid the towel and dropped it, revealing her nakedness. I did my best to disguise my stares but when I was pulling on the nightgown I couldn't help but see the large triangle of auburn hair that partially covered her lower belly. I put her to bed, arranging the pillows so she could comfortably drink the coffee, then covered her body with a sheet and rushed to the kitchen. I was trembling while I poured coffee into a large bowl and felt an erection growing inside my jeans when I thought about what I had just done. I had broken up with my girlfriend sometime before and since then I hadn't had sex. I tried to get rid of these thoughts. It wasn't fair to take advantage of my own mother while she was in such a condition. I went back to her bedroom and sat on the bed, silently waiting for her to finish her coffee. She was drinking in small sips, reclining on the pillows with the sheet down to her waist, her breasts almost fully exposed under the thin fabric of the nightgown. I pretended not to pay attention to her, moving my eyes in all directions but always returning to her breasts. Finally she finished the coffee and handed the cup to me. "Thank you Mark, you're so sweet." "C'mon it hardly makes up for all you've done for me. Are you feeling any better now?" "Yes, I am." She said, but her voice betrayed some sadness. I came close and held both her hands, feeling her firm belly underneath the sheet. "Mom, you must stop thinking about this guy. The bastard doesn't deserve you. I'm sure that pretty soon he will find out the big mistake he's made. What you must do is forget what happened and start a new life." "You're right, it's time to start all over again." "Great! That's the mom I know! You are a young, beautiful woman, in great shape. It will be easy for you to find a new man. I know I'm only a boy but if I may give you some advice, you should be looking for a single guy who can give you all his time and not someone to get you into bed for a quick sex session." I then wrapped mom in my arms pulling her tightly against my chest. "I realized this afternoon that very soon I will be alone," she said. "Three years ago we were all together; all of a sudden one by one you started leaving: your father, your sister, then your brother, and very soon you will be leaving as well." "I don't need to leave," I answered, "I'll do my best to stay here, or at least I can find a college close enough to see you every other week." I felt my sleeve moisten with her tears and at the same time heard a quiet sob. "Mom, please don't cry, you can't image how sad I feel when I see you crying." "I'm a fool, I'm crying because I'm feeling so happy with my dear son." I waited until her sobs subsided then said, "Sleepytime for young babies. Any problem if I stay here with you until you get to sleep?" "I'd love it! You are such a sweetie!" I rushed to my bedroom and quickly changed into short-legged pajamas and a tee-shirt. "When you were young there was some nights that you'd only go to sleep when I lay down with you and held you in my arms," mom told me when I returned. "Today will be the opposite, I'll take care of you," I said and slipped under the sheet, holding mom in my arms and caressing her still-damp hair. The vivid images of mom naked a few minutes before were still flashing over and over in my mind. I found myself thinking about the woman at my side not as my sweet mommy but as a sensuous woman. I had an erection and was feeling miserable, first of all because I felt I was betraying mom's confidence. What would she think about her dear son taking advantage of this odd situation? Secondly because at any moment she might notice and it would be another disappointment in a so short a period of time. The only solution would be go back to my room. Quietly I started to move away from her but when I tried to raise her arm she protested. "Please no! I want you to stay with me!" "Aren't you feeling well again? Do want some water or an aspirin?" "Water would be good," she said. I stood up and rushed to the kitchen. On the way I positioned my dick in a way that would make my hard-on less noticeable. Fortunately the tee-shirt was loose enough and I was wearing briefs so I placed my dick underneath the elastic. Back in the bedroom another surprise awaited me, mom was sitting on the bed, with her legs crossed, which had made her nightgown rise up, revealing her thighs and part of her furry mound. I tried my best to keep my eyes from mom's crotch but was impossible. She eagerly drank the water and asked for more. After the second glass she lay down again. "I'm ready now, I promise to won't disturb you anymore." I got in beside her and turned off the lamp and she again came close to me, I held her in my arms and started caressing her back, feeling the smoothness of her skin under the silky fabric of the nightgown. "Mark, may I ask you a question?" "Sure, go ahead." "When you said that I'm still an good-looking woman was you telling the truth or just trying to be supportive to mom?" "It's the total truth, I swear. Today was the first time I've ever seen you naked. I was amazed to see you have such a young-looking body, you must be so proud of it. I bet many girls much younger than you would willingly give years of their lives to have a body like yours." "Really?" It was all mom could answer, she was obviously surprised by my statement. "Yes except for one small detail," I said, encouraged by the darkness. "And what is that?" She asked with a trace of disappointment. "Forget it, I wouldn't have mentioned it ..." "Oh, please tell me. Now I need to know." "If I tell you you must promise not to get upset." "I promise, now tell me." "Its your hair down there ... you know, your pussy. You should trim it..." I heard mom giggle and I went on, "You should have it cut in a small triangle. Your belly would look much sexier." After I said it there was a long silence. I was thinking that I had crossed the border and mom had decided to put an end to the subject. On the other hand she hadn't made any attempt to move her body away from mine, our bare thighs were still pressed together. "Please don't stop, it's so good." She protested when I stop caressing her back. "I was trying to let you sleep." She moved her body even closer, nesting her head against my chest. The warmth of her breath on my neck and her breast mashed against my chest became a torture. My dick was aching and I was afraid I might cum at any moment. It would be a complete disaster, I was thinking, to go to the bathroom to relieve my tension. At the same time I was working on my mom's back again, the palm of my hand strolling in large circular movements from the neck to the waist. At a certain point I stretched my little finger so that when my hand was over her waistline I could touch her butt. Once again I didn't detect any negative reaction from mom. Instead of going down over her spine as I was doing I began to made wide circular movements. I reached her waist on one side and slid my hand horizontally so my finger could run over her butt. I could feel my fingertip sliding down into the top of her ass cheeks, going down as much as an inch into the crevice, still outside her nightgown. The only noticeable reaction was an increase in her gasps. With every movement I was going further down with my hand. Trying not to go too fast, sometimes I caressed just the nape of her neck and upper shoulders then, slowly I started again to travel to the 'Southern Hemisphere'. To my delight after several advances over mom's butt my finger touched her bare skin. The short nightgown had moved up enough to expose a substantial part of her ass! Suddenly mom moved her body briskly, my heartbeat went up instantaneously. "Mark, are you sure about what we are doing?" she eventually said in a serious tone of voice and turned the bedside lamp on. Without waiting for my answer she added, "A few hours ago we were just a very close mother and son. As you said, you had never seen my naked body before. Now we are a woman and a man playing an adult game, and this game between a mother and her son has a name - incest. And incest in our society is illegal. I must be pretty sure that, tomorrow, when its all over, you won't regret it or feel guilty." I really didn't know how to answer. Of course I was aroused by all that happened in the last hours, but to say, face to face to your mother, that you are sexually attracted to her is quite different. Mom took my silence as doubt and went on, "The last thing I want is you hating me because I let it happen. There is still time to put an end to this episode before it goes too far." A very peculiar circumstance had put us in this strange situation. This was not a mom and son behaving normally but it seemed that mom had decided to put an end to that stuff. To my delight mom moved her body to a more comfortable position and placed a leg over mine. I could feel her hairy crotch rubbing my bare thigh. I lost any last qualms and grabbed her nightgown, raising it up to fully expose mom's butt. My hand travelled eagerly over that lovely set of smooth fleshy mounds. Mom was quietly grinding her pussy against my leg leaving a warm layer of moisture over my skin. My finger hastily travelled to her crack and reached her soaked twat. Mom was then panting heavily and rubbing her body shamelessly against mine. I momentarily stopped caressing her body and, grabbing her chin, kissed her mouth. She immediately opened her lips and darted her tongue inside my mouth. I pulled her body over mine. "Let me take your nightie off," I pleaded, "because I want to see your naked body." She raised her body and freed the nightgown. I pulled it over her head. Removing the sheet, I unveiling mom's nakedness. Now I could look closely at my mom's bare body openly. Slowly and devouringly I took in every single detail, from her nice face, her eyes wide open and watching me, her parted, full and sensuous lips; then my eyes travelled down to her tits, topped by stiff nipples. The next stop was her belly, crowned by a perfectly shaped belly-button. A few inches lower the dark forest of thick pubic hair began. It was wide enough to spread over the sides of her crotch. As I'd seen when I was undressing her, small panties it weren't able to fully cover her fur. I couldn't resist anymore and lightly placed a hand over the black triangle. Surprisingly the hair was thick but soft. My hand slowed down, one finger at each side of her slit and gently open the labia, exposing the pinky flesh, coated by a glistening fluid. The top of mom's pussy was graced with a large, dark-coloured clit. Mom panted heavily when I spread her cunt lips. She then sat up in the bed and holding my chin, stared directly into my eyes. We stayed looking into each other eyes for a long time. Mom was striving to build up the courage to say something. To Be Continued... Mom & I: A True Story Ch. 2 Unlike many, or perhaps most, stories you may read on the net which state that they are true, this one really is. Only names, locations and minor details have been changed to protect those involved. * * * * * "Kiss me... I want you to kiss my whole body..." she murmured. I immediately obey her request and start kissing her tits, the little nipples, surrounded by large pink areolas, were rock hard. After sucking and kissing them for a long time I began exploring the rest of mom's body with my tongue. From time to time she shuddered and panted. Eventually, after playing for a while with her belly button, I arrived at her pubic hair. Carefully I parted her cunt lips and stared at the pink crevice tipped by her clit. An exquisite perfume emanated from her cunt. She accepted patiently my inspection for a while then she grabbed my head with both hands, gently forcing it towards her twat. "Kiss me... please kiss me there," she whispered. I place my mouth on her vagina and started licking and kissing. She opened the legs wide and forced my head against the crevice, it felt like she was trying to thrust me back to the same place where I came from nineteen years before! I went on sucking and licking the uniquely-flavored liquid produced by her body. She was now quivering continuously and, just when my jaws were beginning to ache, she had a sequence of short spasms and released the pressure on my head. "Please come... put it on me..." she begged. I crawled back over her body and wrapped my arms around her neck. She gazed into my eyes in a different way. It wasn't my tender and sweet mom, here was another woman, with a sensuous look, lust gleaming out of her green eyes. I was amazed to find that for the first time I noticed mom had green eyes, a dark, indefinable green. The tip of my hard rod was rubbing against her labia but I was afraid to profane so special a part of my mother's body. As a matter of fact I was enjoying having my knob nested in that warm, soft and soaking cradle. Mom spread her legs wider and pushed her belly against my prick in an unmistakable invitation to invade her body with my boyhood. A light push of my crotch was enough to insert half of my shaft in her eager vagina. Mom gasped loudly, her hands tightly wrapped around my waist, pulling my body against hers. A second stroke and I was fully inserted in her in pussy. I was so excited that, even though I tried to keep control of the situation it took only a few strokes before I felt a strange and exquisite sensation, as though all my body fluids had been drained through my dick into her sucking vagina. It was a so strong that was I had to struggle to stop myself fainting. Breathless I relaxed my body over mom while she caressed my back. I kept my face buried in her hair, savoring its sweet perfume. Now, after I had fulfilled my dream, I was afraid to face mom. When eventually I dared to look at her she had a shy smile in the face. "How do you feel?" she asked. I assured that I was feeling alright and for sometime we exchanged caresses until my dick completely softened and slid out of her body. "Now that you have satisfied your desires for my body I want to tell you something," she said. "Sometimes when you fulfill a need and return to reality there's a feeling that you shouldn't have done that. It's a sort of guilt. Please don't feel so, what we did was not something bad. Of course, society says that a mother and her son musn't have sex with each other. But you shouldn't feel guilty or bad for what we did. Treat it as an experience, nothing more than that." I was so tired and stressed with all that happened to me in the last few hours that I barely noticed when mom turned off the bedside lamp. I woke up next morning with a strange feeling, as if I had had a nice dream. Looking to my side I saw mom sleeping quietly on her back. It wasn't a dream! As I remembered what we had been doing some hours before a doubt begun to grow in me. I was afraid that it just happened because mom had drank too much vodka. If I was correct she would blame me, who'd been clear-headed, for all that had happened between us. It would be hell when she woke up! Even so I felt my prick slowly getting hard again. Thinking, as in the song, "Whatever will be will be," I decided to have what might be my last sight of mom's naked body. Very slowly, so as not to wake her, I took hold of the sheet that covered both of us and started to move it down. In a while I could see mom's naked body again, her tits moving up and down with the pace of her breathing; her surprisingly flat belly and the large expanse of black fur, still sticky with the mixture of my dried semen and her own juices. The velvety skin of her rounded thighs had several shiny stains. I had a moment of apprehension when I saw that she was waking up. Was mom thinking the same as me? Her eyes twinkled several times, then she looked down at her own naked body and then slowly back in my direction. After a moment a shy smile sprang to lips. "What are you looking at?" "I was looking at your body. You know that you have a wonderful body?" She smiled again, delightedly at my admiration of her. Seeing that she didn't have any bad feelings about what happened the night before I bent closer and delicately took a nipple in my mouth. She sighed and started caressing my hair. "Thank you, mom!" I whispered looking into her tender face. "Why?" "Because you gave me the most wonderful gift I ever received. Until now you were just my loving mother; it's amazing that I never saw you before as a woman, I mean, you were mommy, the person who took care of me when I was sick, who checked my school performance and all that. I know it was even more difficult after the divorce. And all of a sudden my dear mom shows up as a sexy woman, a beautiful female! You can't realize how happy I am. I feel much better now. I was afraid you would blame me for what we did." "By no means, there's nothing to regret!" "Just one thing you said yesterday after we... well...you know. You said that I should treat it as an experience. Does that mean that it's all over?" "Yes," she answered without hesitation. "And why is that?" "Because I'm your mother, we are not supposed to do that." "Mom, I don't understand why should we act in accordance with a rule that was established thousands of years ago by a silly feeble-minded?. Why can we being just a man and a woman? We are both adults, nobody is being forced to do it. Or may be you didn't like it?" "It's not a matter of like or dislike, you must understand that..." " Just answer my question!" I almost shout, surprising myself with my strong determination. Conversely from my brother or my sister, until that moment I had been a highly acquiescent son, accepting without questions mom's authority, an authority that largely grew up after she had divorced from daddy. Mom was surprised, as well, with my manners. She looked on me in the same way she used to do when was saying something that ended up with an argument. I looked intently into her eyes and she raised the head, her face blushed thoroughly. I came close and surrounded mom in my arms. It seems that it was what she was despairingly expecting me to do. "Oh Mark, my dear. I'm so confused, I don't know what to do." This was the first time I'd seen mom show any weakness. We were both sat on the bed, I held her in my arms and she buried her face in my chest, which was quickly becoming damp with her tears. She was sobbing loudly, like a child, her body shaking uncontrollably. It lasted a long time before it began to subside. I don't remember the date but that moment was certainly my first step into maturity. I was able to understand what was going on with mom: the end of her relationship with that man, combined with what had taken place between us was too much in such a short period of time. It was painful to have to give up in my physical intentions but it was the only thing to do. To follow through would have been to rape mom and this wasn't in my plans. "Easy Mom, it's all right now. I understand... I think that the best thing now is for you to take a shower whilst I fix a breakfast for us." She seemed relieved with my decision; I held her face and tenderly kissed her forehead. Quickly she jumped out of bed and stepped into to the bathroom. I looked at her naked body for what I believed was the last time. After breakfast I took a shower and went to deal with my other passion: my car. For my eighteenth birthday daddy had given me a 1969 Volkswagen Karman-Ghia. It was as old as me and in a terrible condition but with the help of a friend whose father was a retired mechanics and had a full set of tools in his garage, I had been spending every free moment working on it. My friend was doing the same with a '72 Plymouth Road Runner. Our plan was not to restore the cars but turn them in some sort of hotrods, taking account of our limited budgets. I was saving every penny and investing them in my car. I went to my friend's house to work on the suspension but it was a lost day. I couldn't work with my usual enthusiasm and was so distracted that my friend noticed it. In spite of my efforts my mind was far away from my lovely Karman-Ghia. I was replaying the previous night countless times in my mind. His mother invited me to have lunch there. I called mom to let her know. During the lunch I caught myself looking at his mother several times. She was a few years older than mine and the perfect image of a mother; several pounds overweight, gray hair pulled back into a bun, spectacles and wearing an apron over her dress. I couldn't imagine my friend facing the same problems I had! We worked in our cars till mid afternoon and then I went back home. At first I thought mom wasn't there and felt relieved. The breakfast had been very embarrassing, both of us avoiding looking directly at each other. I was tired, both physically and mentally and decided to have a nap. When I woke up it was almost eight PM, I had a quick shower and decided to see my buddies in a bar that belonged to an old racing driver. The place was decorated with trophies, old posters, photos and all kind of racing memorabilia. A bunch of us car fanatics use to meet there. The owner liked to talk about racing and we could stay the whole night and drink only one soda. As I was leaving I saw light under mom's bedroom door. As I usually did, I knocked to let her know that I was leaving. Usually mom answered, "Good night, take care," but that night there was no answer and I assumed that she was already asleep. I was opening the front door when she came hurrying out of her bedroom. "Mark, hold on a moment please. Where are you going?" It sounded very odd since she was never interested in where I was going. "I'm going to see my buddies." "Mark honey, we need to talk." "If you don't mind, can we talk tomorrow? It's a Sunday and we have the whole day." "I ... I want to talk now." The only thing I could guess she wanted to talk about was what had taken place the night before. "Please Mark, five minutes." She almost implored me. It didn't make any difference if I was five minutes or half an hour later. "OK, let's talk". "Do you mind if we sit?" She grabbed me by the hand and led me to the sofa where everything started 24 hours earlier. "Mark, I spent the whole day thinking about what happened between us and..." It seemed that she had prepared a speech for the occasion and was trying to luck up the courage to say it. I decided to help her. "Mom, listen, we already talked about it. You don't need to worry, it's gonna be the way you want." I was trying to be polite and not show any resentment about her decision. "Honey, it's not what you're thinking, well... it is but," she came closer to me and placed a hand on my leg, her voice was almost a whisper. "As I said, I thought about everything carefully and came to a conclusion. You were right when said there is something between you and me, and if you and I agree and keep it in secret then it's OK. This morning you asked me one thing that I didn't dare to answer but I will do it now: Yes, it was very good, I hadn't had so strong an orgasm for a long time." "Do you mean, you and I...?" It was my turn to be stunned at what she was saying. Mom nodded several times and, as if to seal her intentions, she gave a light kiss on my lips. I pulled her against me and mashed my lips against hers. Mom jumped on top of me, sitting on my lap. I was amazed and thrilled that she had changed her mind. "Are you still planning to see your friends?" She whispered almost inaudibly. "What do you want me to do?" "If you really don't mind I want you here..." I kissed her again and placed a hand on her knee. It was late fall, warm weather, and mom were wearing a light and loose sleeveless cotton dress. My hand slithered up her leg, lifting the dress up and exposing her rounded thighs. Slowly I started unbuttoning her dress. Once again her small lacy white bra was revealed. "I don't understand why you wear a bra. You don't need it." "After breast-feeding three children and at my age I'm not so sure that I can go without it." "Next time we go somewhere together I will show you..." "Why don't we go to my room? I have a surprise for you," she said in a mysterious tone and with a funny look. We rushed to her room and whilst we kissed passionately I frantically removed her dress. "Sit down and watch," mom said and unclasped the bra exposing her bare breasts. She inserted a thumb in each side of the waistband and slowly, very slowly, pulled them down. I was treated to a breathtaking sight; the formerly wide mat of thick fur that covered most of her lower belly was gone. Now there was just a small triangle, no more than two inches wide on each side of her bare twat. The cunt lips, now entirely visible, were tightly closed, not easy after three births. "I hope you like it!" "It's wonderful! Exactly the way I figured it should be. When you did it?" "This afternoon, I went to the beauty parlor were I used to have my legs waxed and asked the girl to have a 'haircut'. She suggested the style adopted by the table dancers." I held mom by the hips and pulled her against my face, gently kissing her pussy. Mom sat on the bed and peeled the panties all the way off. My clothes quickly followed and we were soon again fully naked on the bed. "How do you feel with your new hairstyle?" I asked her. "It was funny; when I left the salon it was like I was wearing no panties. I felt so excited that I was afraid people around would notice. My pussy was dripping and my panties were soaked. I rushed back home and had a shower." I inserted a finger in her pussy, it was wet again and made a sucking sound as I played with it with my fingers. "I never saw a woman so juicy," I told her, "you should be called Miss Honey Pot." "You fool!" She blushed and tenderly slapped my forearm. We exchanged light kisses like two young sweethearts, trying to make that moment last as long as possible. "Tell me what made you change your mind," I said. "After you went out this morning I start thinking about what we'd done. At the start I blamed myself, thinking that I had, intentionally or not, created the circumstances to make it happen. I felt responsible for everything. You are nearly a man, and is not easy for a man, especially at your age, to resist the temptations of a naked woman, even if that woman is your mother. I decided I should never have let you undress me and certainly shouldn't have invited you to stay in my bed. I was encouraging us to start an incestuous relationship. And the fact I was drunk is not an excuse, after the cold shower I was sober enough to have stopped it if I'd wanted to. So there was only one logical conclusion, I did it intentionally." Mom smiled shyly at me. "Besides, there is something you don't know..." "Go on," I said eagerly. "Well, not long ago I had a dream; and in my dream I was naked in my bed when you came into my room naked as well. Without a word you kissed my lips and my breasts and we made love. The sensation was so vivid that I woke up sure that it had really happened! For many days I was embarrassed by the dream and the only explanation I could think of was that I had been without sex for a long time. "So this time I did my best to be rational and came to the conclusion that what was done was done; we couldn't simply erase it from our lives. If we pretended it never happened sooner or later it would emerge again. And, as you said, we are two adults. If we are attracted to each other in different way than society expects it's our business. "Another reason was that in the last five years I've dated many men and it's was always the same, we'd see each other at a cocktail party or during a meeting and if there was a spark we'd have a 'business dinner' together and go to a hotel for a sex session. There'd just be time for some quick foreplay, a fuck, a shower and then it would be time to leave. Even with the man I saw for a long time it was the same. During the three years our relationship lasted we only spent one whole night together, when we were able to make a trip coincide. "With you it was different, there was all those previous thrilling moments. I loved the way your manhood softened inside me, your arms wrapping my naked body. I said to myself, 'Why should I deny myself another of those wonderful moments?' The angel perched on my right shoulder shouted, 'Because it's wrong!' and the little devil on the other shoulder said, 'And who told you that it must be always right?' I bet you can guess who won!" I leapt over mom, one leg on each side of her body, raised her to my chest and hugged tightly. I was in a high state of arousal I didn't care. I would give my mom all the love and affection she had been deprived of over the years. "From now on you're going to be my girlfriend," I announced. "Are you serious?" "I've never had been so serious. I know that outside we must be careful but if we go away at weekends where nobody knows us we will be just another couple of sweethearts." "I'm not sure that I would look like your girlfriend. Don't forget I'm old enough to be your mother!" We both giggled then I went on, "First of all there are lots of couples where the woman is much older than the man and no one sees anything wrong with. Besides, we can make some changes in the way you dress. At home and at weekends you should wear something relaxed, I mean jeans, tee-shirts or shorter dresses." "Hey, I'm not young enough to wear miniskirts!" "I'm not suggesting miniskirts, just something lighter and shorter, a few inches above the knees would be right. You have a such nice legs." I rolled over on the bed with mom on top of me. "Now let's stop talking, there's more important things to do." "For example?" "You can raise you belly a little bit and put my dick in your pussy. I bet you'll love it." Obeying my request she raised her torso and, holding my dick, aimed it at her pussy. She moved down my body until her now small patch of pubic hair was grinding against mine. She covered my lips with hers and darted her tongue in mouth. With mom on top, her legs slightly bent at each side of my body, I could freely massage her back and her perfectly shaped ass. With one hand on each mound I forced her body down against mine. I was doing my best to delay cumming as long as I could. I wanted to make mom have more pleasure than she ever felt before. Her panting turned into a long loud wail announcing that she was having a overwhelming orgasm. Her nails were digging into my back which hurt but at the same time I enjoyed. At that moment I came, a flow of warm semen flooding the depths of her womb. Her body was relaxed over mine as her excitement subsided. Mom & I: A True Story Ch. 2 We clung together for a long time. Suddenly something came to my mind. "Mom, there is no problem with... hmm... you know? We've been doing it without any protection." Mom laughed joyfully. "You don't need to worry, I'm on the pill. The last thing I want now is to get pregnant." We exchanged kisses and caresses and talked like two people in love, which we were. After a while mom's eyelids grew heavy and I turned of the bedside lamp and covered us both with the sheet. She settled down beside me and was instantly asleep. I held her in my arms, smelling the sweet scent from her hair. I had had a nap that afternoon so it took me a long time to get to sleep. There, in the dark, feeling her warmth and hearing her gentle breathing, I had the opportunity to review what had happened to us. It was hard to believe how my life had turned upside down in so short a period of time. My dear mother, so sweet but at still my mother, was now lying naked in my arms. Her womb, the place where I had been conceived nineteen years before, was at that moment full with my sperm. It wasn't a bad feeling, I didn't regret what we had done; my only concern was what kind of relationship would we build from that day on? What would be the best way to combine my role as son that of lover? I was aware that it wouldn't be easy but I was certain that the pleasures would offset any difficulties. With that in mind I fell asleep. To Be Continued... Mom & I: A True Story Ch. 3 Unlike many, or perhaps most, stories you may read on the net which state that they are true, this one really is. Only names, locations and minor details have been changed to protect those involved. * * * * * A few hours later I woke up in the dark. Mom was sleeping on her side, her body leaning against mine. Instinctively I placed a hand on her hip and started caressing her tender skin. It was enough to get me another hard-on. I inserted a leg between hers and pushed my rod against her pussy. A quick thrust was enough to insert the whole knob into her crevice. At that moment Mom woke and immediately understood what was going on. With a wiggle of her crotch she worked my dick all the way inside her. We had a long and lazy sex session. I pumped my pole into her eager pussy making my mom cum several times until I released another load of hot cream into her pussy. I fell asleep with my dick was still inside her. We woke late that morning and there were no regrets. Just the opposite, we kissed and caressed each other for a long time before Anne decided to take a shower. "If you don't mind, I'm going to shower with you," I said and she happily agreed. In the bathroom she sat on the commode. "Turn around, don't look on me, I need to do something," she said. Of course I didn't pay attention to her plea and when she saw that I was peeking at her she smiled but didn't say anything. When she got in the shower I took the soap from her hands and rubbed it over her body. My cock was, of course, as stiff as a board. I got in the shower with her. "My God, aren't you ever satisfied?" she said. "It's your fault. You're such a sexy woman!" I answered. "If you weren't so beautiful I wouldn't be like this. I can't help getting hard every time I look at you. You used to complain that no one noticed you, I bet pretty soon you will be wanting to be alone again." "No chance," my mother said, "You can have me anytime you want." We hugged and kissed each other under the warm water for a long time. "Let's go back to the bed," she suggested. Under the covers again, it was good to dive my tongue into her warm slit, sucking and darting my tongue between her labia until she cried and begged to be fucked. We spent the rest of the Sunday at home fucking as much as we could. The following week was the same. When my mom got home from work we petted and kissed each other which always led us to bed. Mom said that I during that week I must have filled her womb with a gallon of jism. I took her to a mall and we bought her some jeans, the first she'd had in years. She was looking for a high priced brand name but I convinced her to buy slim fit, stone washed Levi's. We also bought some white tee shirts and male-styled long sleeve button shirts. On Saturday morning we went to the supermarket with her wearing one of her new outfits. We met one of my mother's friends who said she was delighted to see me helping Anne do her Saturday morning shopping. She said she would never be able to get her sons to do the same. I wondered what would she think if she knew what Mom and I had been doing in bed! Back home I helped Mom put the shopping away. While she was standing in front of the sink chopping vegetables for lunch I stood behind her and hugged her around the waist. "Let me take your jeans off, you'll feel more comfortable," I said. I knelt behind her unfastened the waistband and zip, then pulled them down and helped her step out of them. My face was a few inches from her butt, covered only by her small lacy white panties. Quickly, I lowered the panties down to the middle of her thighs. "Hey, you said the jeans!" Mom protested. I placed my hands on the round globes of her ass but when I tried to separate them she clenched her buttocks. I wondered if my mom didn't like her bottom being played with. Up to that moment I had never made any attempt to play with her ass, except when my hands used to stroll over the cheeks in bed, but I had never tried to force my finger into her crevice. I stood up and took hold of her breasts. "What's wrong with me playing with your bottom?" "There's nothing wrong with it," she replied. "I've just been to the toilet. Let's have lunch and after I will take a shower." I was pressing Mom against the counter rubbing my hard dick against her bare bottom. I opened the fly of my pants and pulled my prick out, pushing it between the succulent globes of my mother's ass. To my delight, she swayed and pressed he bottom against me. "Do you like it?" I asked. "Yes...." She whispered. "Do you know what I mean?" "I think so..." she answered and smiled slyly. I took the knife from her hand and made her turn around. I put my arms round her waist and she put her arms around my neck. She looked into my eyes. "After... lunch... shall we?" "Shall we what?" I probed, wanting to be sure we were talking about the same thing. "You want to do it in my bottom, don't you?" I hand slithered my hand down between her ass cheeks, my middle finger touching her butt hole and then with a gentle thrust I inserted it up to the first knuckle. "Do you mean here?" I asked. Mom just nodded. The lunch seemed to last forever. Eventually we started to collect the dishes and then the phone rang. It was her boss who needed her to help with some papers. I think we were both disappointed. I know I was. I spent the afternoon working on my car. When I went back in the house I saw mom's purse and briefcase over the sofa. I hadn't seen her come home. The door of her bedroom was half opened and the room was in semi-darkness. Mom was sleeping naked on her belly on the bed. I stood still in the doorway just enjoying the sight of her lying there. I never tired of looking at my mother's body. It may not have been that of an eighteen year-old cheerleader or professional stripper, but it was magnificent in its maturity. Her hips, waist and shoulders were perfectly proportioned. Her buttocks were well-rounded and her legs long and shapely. Her smooth skin made her seem more like a thirty five year-old than my forty three year-old mother of three. I sat down on the bed. On the nightstand there was brand new tube of Vaseline jelly still in its box. It was an unmistakable message from our lunchtime conversation, which had been interrupted by her boss. She woke up and looked at me with her deep green eyes. I leant over and kissed lightly her lips. "How was it with your boss?" "It was all right, I was back by five. I saw you were working on your car so I took a shower and waited for you." "Sorry, I thought you'd be longer at work." "I wasn't expecting to be back home so soon." Mom sat up in bed and put her arms around my neck. "Let me have a quick shower, I'm stinking." "No, I like you this way, I love the smell of your body," she said, pulling up my tee shirt. She then begun to kiss and lick my chest. "Get undressed, we've already wasted too much time," she whispered. She didn't need to ask me twice. I frantically removed my pants and underwear and held her in my arms. After a few kisses I forced mom to turn around. She lay on her belly, her face buried between the pillows, her arms and the legs slightly apart. I gazed at her for sometime then placed my hand on her back. Mom's skin was very smooth and fresh, almost like a teenager. I slid my finger over her spine, from the nape of her neck down to the beginning of the deep valley that separated the two full mounds of her bottom. I placed a hand on each side of her cheeks and opened the mounds, exposing mom's anus. It was a round, protruding, slightly puckered hole covered by dark, almost purple skin. Between her anus and her pussy was darker skin covered by light and short fluffy hair. I couldn't stand anymore. I dove my face in that adorable valley, my tongue darting to the puckered hole. Her body shuddered fiercely as if she'd had been whipped. I covered her anus with my mouth, sucking it and pushing my tongue in at the same time. She responded by raising the ass and forcing it against my face. I responded by sucking more strongly and Mom's body stiffened. She was panting loudly. I repeated the caress several times until I felt breathless. I broke off and she remained with her face buried between her arms. "Put it in me," she panted, "lubricate it before you..." she indicated the tube of jelly. I placed a big glob of Vaseline on my finger and pushed it slowly into mom's bumhole. Working carefully to stretch her sphincter, I moved in slow circular movements, her ass widening more and more as mom' relaxed her sphincter. It was fascinating to watch the little hole that at the start was tightly wrapped around my finger then opened in such a way that an egg could be fitted in without any effort. I added more Vaseline to keep up a good lubrication. I played with mom's bottom a long time, loving it, but the pressure in my cock was growing urgent so I lay over Mom and pointed the knob against the anal ring I'd been playing with and pressed gently against her bumhole. My cock slid easily inside her and my mom panted heavily. "Is it OK?" I asked, concerned by the intensity of her panting. "Oh yes! Don't worry, go ahead, shoved it all the way in me then keep it in, I want to get used to your dick," She said breathlessly. I paused, my prick deeply embedded in her bowels. This was something new, mom's anus was very receptive after so many years of intense anal sex and also due the rectal massage I had given her. Even so, like any anus, it was very tight, the sphincter strongly squeezing my prick. After some seconds with my dick shoved all the way in I suddenly felt a perceptible looseness of pressure over the shaft. It seemed that mom had relaxed and her rectum had got used to the intruder. Very slowly, I drew my cock back and then shoved it in again. With each movement I increased the speed and the strength of the stroke. I slid my hands under her chest and grasped her tits, gently squeezing them. Mom returned my pistoning in her ass by sensuously swaying her butt. She panted heavily and murmered words of encouragement, begging me to push harder into her backdoor. Finally my aching balls gave me signs that they ready and couldn't stand anymore and a continuous flow of jism was expelled from my prick deep into my mother's bowels. I lay against her back exhausted, my dick deeply embedded in her butt. Her anal ring contracted, chewing on my dick till it was soft enough to withdraw from her anus. As good as being inside mom were the moments afterwards when we held each other in our arms, slowly kissing and caressing and exchanging words of love. In these moments that beautiful and mature woman was my sweet lover, my adorable girl friend, and my hot mistress, not my mother. "Did you enjoy it?" I asked. "Yes! Was very good!" "You really like it up in your butt, don't you?" "Oh yes, I get anal orgasms stronger than with my pussy." "Is it common to women to like anal sex?" 'It's hard to say, I have some friends that say they never had it and never will, others say that they do it because their husband likes it and if they don't do it they're going look for it elsewhere, And there is a group that openly says they like it. I always liked it, ever since the first time!" "Do you mind telling me how it happened?" "No, there's nothing wrong in telling you. After what we've done what else could be wrong between us?" I settled down beside mom, holding her in my arms, and she began. "I was thirteen and dating a guy who was eighteen. You can imagine how proud I was to have caught the attention of an older boy. Our petting was getting heavier and heavier. He sucked my tits, which were pretty small at the time, and his hands were exploring under my skirt, his finger inside my panties and so on. I decided to stop him because my mother had advised me to keep my cherry at least until I was seventeen. On the other hand that guy was my first really serious boyfriend and I didn't want lose him. "One day after one of those terrific petting sessions he asked if he could put his dick between my thighs and cum. He complained that his balls were aching and he could barely walk. That was another thing that mom warned me not to do. She said it is very dangerous if someone ejaculates over your pussy you can easily get pregnant, even being a virgin. Instead I gave him a handjob. He was always pressing me and saying that he was going to look for another girlfriend who would wanted to please him, that I was too young for that and all that bullshit boys used on us. I told him for the hundredth time that I was a virgin and not planned to change my mind very soon so he told me there was a way we both could have pleasure without the risk of getting pregnant or taking my virginity. He said that we could do it through my backdoor. The subject wasn't news to me, some of my schoolfriends had said they did it. But as usual others said that it was dangerous, that the anal ring would get loose and lose its elasticity, causing incontinence. "To support their statement they told one of those lousy stories: a famous movie actress was addict to anal sex and the stretching of her ass got so bad that she needed to a colostomy to correct the problem! Once again I turned to my mother. Your grand mother was a very beautiful and sexy woman. One day when she was naked in her bedroom I came in to talk to her. After skirting round the issue I eventually said, 'Mom, do you and daddy have anal sex?' Mom laughed loudly and said yes, it was an important piece of their sexual activities and asked why I wanted to know. I explained the reason and my concerns. She relieved me by saying that she had being doing it for a long time without any problems. "After mom's advise I decided that I would at least have to give it a try so I'd know what it was like. The opportunity came very soon after. My boyfriend sprained his Achilles' tendon during a soccer game and had to stay home for sometime. One afternoon I went to visit him when his parents were out . It was the first time I taken all my clothes for a boy. I played with his dick and then he asked me to turn around and show him my bottom. He was no more experienced than me, all he used to lubricate my rear opening was saliva. He spit in his hand and spread it over his prick. Unlike many people said, it didn't hurt. At the start it was a strange feeling, as if I were trying to expel something from my rectum then just a series of stings when the anal muscles were stretched. It quickly subsided and I felt incredible pleasure which grew until I had an orgasm much more intense than the ones I had experienced by playing with my clitoris. "But everything has its price. Saliva works well at the beginning but it is quickly absorbed by the rectum walls. When the excitement was over I begun to feel a burning sensation in my rectum. After dinner I was feeling highly uncomfortable; not a pain, just a discomfort. So I learned the rule for good anal sex: it needs good lubrication. Unlike the vagina, the anus does not secrete any lubrication. "From that day on I became an enthusiast 'backdoor babe'. Of course my relationship with that boy didn't last too long. And until I decided to give up my virginity, when I was nearly eighteen, I had anal sex with all of my boyfriends. I was so addicted to anal sex that during my first regular sex sessions I found it difficult to have an orgasm." We woke up late the following day. It was Sunday and a beautiful day so I decided to take mom to a nice place I knew where I taken some previous girlfriends to have fun. The first I did was to help mom to dress in a new way. I gave her one of my racing tee-shirts. She complained a little bit until she saw that the shirt was loose enough so her nipples didn't show. Next piece were the shorts. She only had some old fashioned, golfing shorts which hung down almost to her knees. I used scissors to remove the bottom part of the legs to make a pair of cutoffs. Mom had narrow hips and long legs so the cutoffs didn't look inappropriate for her age. I gave her one of my baseball caps. Mom wore a hair quite long, about four inches below her shoulders, and pulled her hair back into a ponytail which looked pretty sexy. Flat, strapped sandals completed her outfit. On the way, when I stopped by a convenience store to buy sandwiches and sodas mom decided to stay in the car, not daring to be seen in her new outfits. The place we went to was about sixty miles away from home. It was a large, state-owned area that later became a state park. On the banks of a wide, snaking river, the whole area was covered by hundred year-old tall trees with low bushes that grew high enough for complete privacy. The spot I chose was a hard-to-find narrow path that zigzagged for almost half a mile from the main trail to the riverbank. I was afraid of having the sides of my car scratched by the tree branches! At the end of the path there was a clear area with only room enough to turn the car around and spread a blanket. It was a sheltered spot, surrounded by scrub woods, with access only by the path or the river. One of my best buddies who had an old jeep had told me about this place. It was a sort of secret spot where we used to bring our girlfriends to have fun without the risk of being caught by the police. Even on the weekends there weren't many people there. Of course at that time there was no parking lot, wooden tables or barbecue areas which now attract families. Mom was amazed with the place, it was so quiet and secluded. We spread a blanket and sat enjoying the peace that this forgotten spot offered. The silence was broken only by the birds or the few old barges towed by tugboats lazily running up and down the river every half hour or so. We chatted about our plans for future weekends. Mom's boss had a small log cabin in the mountains, some three hours drive from our place. He had offered it to her several times and we decided we'd try it. Of course, our talk was interspersed with kissing and fondling and after the lunch our petting became more intense. I raised mom tee-shirt and kissed and sucked her breasts. "Let's go to the car," she suggested when I started opening the zipper of her cutoffs. That was a problem because the competition seats I'd fitted were fancy, but were not suited to a petting session and didn't recline. We sat in the back, which was narrow, with only about a foot of space, not much room to do anything. I peeled off her tee-shirt and shorts, leaving mom wearing only her usual lacy white bikini panties. I opened my fly and pulled my dick out. Mom placed one hand over it and played for some time, stroking the shaft and squeezing it gently. Holding the nape of her neck I gently pushed her head down into my crotch. She understood and took my swelling prick in her mouth. I had eaten mom's pussy several times but that was the first time she had ever given me a blow-job. She was an expert in that activity too and I was soon feeling exquisite pleasure. My dick is not enormous, just seven inches, but most of my girlfriends had not been able to take it fully into their mouths. Mom, after licking and sucking the knob for some time lowering her head until she had me all the way in her mouth, her lips and nose brushing my pubic hair. She pumped up and down on the head, at the same time stroking my shaft. It usually takes me a long time to cum, sometimes a blow-job is only a warm up that ends up with my prick buried deeply in a cunt. That time was different though. It didn't take long before I started feeling my nuts raising up in my sack and then a strong flow of semen being squirted into mom's mouth. When she felt the first burst she raised her head, keeping only the glans inside to avoid being choked by my semen. Eagerly she drank all my cum, not even a drop leaked out of her lips. When she finished my softening cock was clean and almost dry. Mom & I: A True Story Ch. 4 Unlike many, or perhaps most, stories you may read on the net which state that they are true, this one really is. Only names, locations and minor details have been changed to protect those involved. - Author * * * * * The weekend at mom's boss log cabin was unforgettable. The cabin was perched over a plateau some 4,000 feet above sea level and at the end of a long, narrow trail off a state road. During the day the temperature was warm and pleasant but due to the altitude, even though it was early fall, the nights were cool, temperature quickly dropping to the mid-forties. Some miles away there was a small village with a Swiss restaurant where we tried the fondue. It was the first time I saw mom feeling ease away from home. It was good to walk in the streets holding mom by the hand, or with an arm around her shoulders while she had hers around my waist, exchanging light kisses and caresses without any worries. We were a just couple in love, one out of the many couples that surrounded us. In the cabin, most of the time we were naked, arousing each other until we ended up fucking. After the dinner in the restaurant we walked for a long time, strolling along the main street, feeling the temperature drop till it became almost uncomfortable then we went back to the cabin. We lit the fire, which burnt wood logs, and immediately the pine aroma filled the air. Soon the room was warm and I sat down on the sofa, my mom lying with her head on my crotch. "Mom, I was thinking," I said, "next year I'm going to college. Why don't we both move to a city far away from here and start a new life together? You can easily get another job as an attorney, and nobody's going to know that you are my mother." "It's not as easy as that. We cannot simply disappear, there's your father, your brother, your sister and most importantly your grandmother to think about. What do you think they're going to do? And besides, we need to face the facts. I'm forty-three years old. I know I'm in a good shape now but and how it would be in another four years or so? Do believe that my body will still be the same? I'm glad I still look young for my age but it won't last forever. In a few years, even if I still keep working out, my breasts will start sagging, my belly will swell and wrinkles will start to show up. Then you'll find that you're a thirty year-old man living with woman in her mid-fifties. "No, the best we can do is to enjoy what we've got. Live life day-by-day. And there's another thing I want to tell you. If you feel attracted to a young girl, feel free to go ahead. I don't own you, I'm your mother and my main concern is your happiness." "What about you?" I asked her. "Well, that's different, I'm not thinking in the long term. Sexually, you more than satisfy me. As a matter of fact, I was never so fulfilled so I'm not looking for another man. I already have the best one I ever could meet." As we talked I stroked her hair and felt my tool growing beneath where her head lay. Without a word, mom unfastened my belt and opened the zipper, releasing my cock. With half of my cock inserted in her mouth she start to peel off her jeans. I raised mom by armpits and removed the remainder of her clothes while she help me to take mine off. I made her sat on my lap facing the fireplace and inserted my prick all the way into her pussy. She began to move her hips sensuously. "Stand up, I want to fuck you in the ass," I said, knowing that her juices would provide enough lubrication for anal sex. Mom lifted up enough to allow my dick to slide out then held me and direct my cock to her back entrance. As usual, she inserted the knob and paused for a moment but then instead of going slowly as she had before, she sat down quickly on my prick. In that moment her ass had stretched to it's maximum, allowing the whole of my prick to be shoved into her bowels. She let out a howl, as if from a wounded animal, and sat still for a while panting heavily. It might have been just my imagination but, caressing and lightly pressing my fingers over her belly, I thought I could feel my knob right below her belly button. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she was moving her lower body in sensuous circular movements. I grabbed her by the waist, pressing the tips of my thumbs and index fingers into her. It seemed to increase her lust, making her hips move faster and faster. I forced her body forwards so I could see her puckered hole completely stretched by my cock. Not a single wrinkle was visible, only a large, pink brown collar surrounding my swollen shaft. "I... I... I'm coming," she murmured, her words followed by a succession of moans while her body was shaken by violent shudders. I shot a stream of hot cum into her, it felt as if her bowels were sucking my sap. Her body shook then stiffened and then immediately relaxed. I held her tightly, afraid she might fall forward. It took a long time for my cock to slacken. In that position, with mom's back over my crotch, even when I shrank it remained embedded in her rectum for a long time. Mom squeezed rhythmically with her sphincter muscles, massaging my dick so there was no hurry in pull it out of her. The cabin didn't have central heating so we decided to sleep in front of the fire. We got some comforters and several blankets. It was a wonderful to spend the night there. From time to time I threw a log on the fire so we were kept warm. It was daylight when I woke up, feeling mom's hands caressing my back and rubbing her leg against mine. I immediately rolled over her and without a word shoved my prick up to the hilt in her pussy. Mom wrapped her legs around my butt and told me to fuck her hard. She said she was horny because her pussy hadn't been visited by a dick for a long time, which wasn't, of course, true. We were both so aroused that it didn't take too much time before I came in her pussy again. During our sex session we threw the blankets away and rolled over and over the comforter. Sometimes I was over mom's body and sometimes she was riding me. When we had both cum we noticed for the first time that the wall facing the front yard was made of glass from the floor to ceiling. If the caretaker who lived in a small cabin less a mile down the hill had decided to take a look in the house, he would have had a thrilling sex show! The main bedroom on the upper floor had a small deck and we stay there the rest of the day, both naked, enjoying the mild autumn sun until it was time to going down and have lunch in the village. After another leisurely walk in the narrow streets and we rush back home for another intense fucking session followed by a sleep before it was time to drive back home. * * * One day soon after our trip to the mountains my mom's car needed servicing and she asked me to follow her to the car dealer with mine so she could have a lift. I dropped her at her office and in the afternoon she called me, saying the car wouldn't be ready that day and wanting to know if I could pick her up at the office. I stopped by her office around six-thirty. Mom was alone in the office and asked me to wait while she finished reviewing a contract. Her office was spacious, with heavy, dark-oak furniture and a three-seat leather sofa. Paintings, photos and certificates hung on the wall. Heavy drapes covered the windows. The room was lit indirectly from above, with lamps over mom's desk and on the side tables. It was the sort of image that would impress a client. I bought a soda from the machine in the corridor and sat on the sofa, watching my mom while she worked. As usual she was wearing her 'professional dress': a knee-length, dark blue wrap-over skirt, white, long sleeved blouse and three-inch high heels. Her blazer was hanging in a closet behind her desk. I loved looking at mom, admiring her mature beauty. In the lamplight mom's face showed her concentration, her head slightly lowered and her hair partly covering her delicate face. Mom is slightly nearsighted but even her spectacles add to her charm and grace. I thought how special she was. Many women look good naked, or in a nightdress or tight jeans but very few were capable of looking impeccable in any kind of dress. I was enjoying every moment watching my mom, trying to mark it indelibly in my memory so I could recall it anytime I wanted. My mom stopped reading and stood up, walking around the office stretching her arms. "Oh my God, my back is aching so badly," she said. I got up and from behind, put both hands on her shoulders and start pressing my fingertips into her tight muscles. "Uhhnnn, that feels so good!" she said, shutting her eyes. "It'd be better if you sat down," I said guiding her to one of the guest chairs "Now close your eyes and relax." I unfastened her blouse and lowered it to her elbows then worked on her shoulders until I felt the skin was hot and reddish and my fingers were aching. Only her moans and deep breathing interrupted the silence. At the same time I watched her breasts rising and falling beneath her bra. "I hope you are feeling better now." "Oh yes! You know Mark, you amaze me!" She stood up and started buttoning her blouse. I grabbed her by the waist and kissed her lips. "You don't know how good is to have such a beautiful girlfriend that's great attorney." "Even when she makes you wait for ages for her with nothing to do?" "I had a lot to do; looking at you, massaging your shoulders, kissing your lips..." She placed her lips over mine and her warm tongue forced its way between my teeth. "I want to see you naked." I said, as our kiss finished. "No problem, give me a minute and we'll go home." "No, I mean now." "Lock the door then, the cleaning staff will be here pretty soon," she said. Mom wasn't able to say 'no' to my suggestions any more. She really enjoyed them. I think it reminded her of her younger days going along with the things I suggested. Anne quickly removed her blouse and skirt. The next to go was her pantyhose - mom didn't like garter belts, she said they were not comfortable and tended to show under thin summer dresses. She also didn't like thongs or g-string panties, which she said, were very uncomfortable and caused her severe irritation. Apart from pantyhose, she used liked to wear thigh-high stockings with an elasticized hem, which did not need suspenders. I quickly undressed and made mom sit on the sofa wearing only her panties and bra. Without a word she unclasped her bra and raised her butt, allowing me to slip her panties down. I knelt in front of her and pulled her legs wide apart. "My pussy is dirty..." she said in a weak kind of way that was certainly not intended to stop me. I really loved that exotic mixture of tastes and smells; her pussy juices mixed with sweat and a hint of urine made an exquisite combination. I licked and sucked her bare pussy, occasionally darting to her anus. I made her cum several times then crawled over her and inserted my dick in her greedy twat. She grabbed me by the hair and covered my mouth with hers in a passionate kiss. After I unloaded a charge of hot sperm into her womb we lay on the sofa stroking each other. I loved those moments; our lust satisfied I could quietly stare at her perfect body and stroke her skin, tenderly pinching and kissing her small nipples. Anne loved to be admired, to know that her body pleased my young eyes. I also liked to use these moments to satisfy my eagerness to know more about mom's earlier sexual life. In the beginning she'd been reluctant to tell me what she'd done before but now she seemed to enjoy describing her experiences. "Mom, why did a bright woman like you married a man like daddy? I've got nothing against him but he is the opposite to you." "It's a long story. When I was seventeen I thought I'd found the man of my dreams, tall, good-looking, intelligent. We were deeply in love, so I decided to lose my virginity to him. We'd been dating for almost a year and planned to marry. He was a geologist and when he was returning from an offshore platform, the helicopter fell into the sea. He and the other people on that flight were never found and I went crazy. I stayed in my room and hugged a picture of him, crying my eyes out. "I stopped going to college, and maybe for six months I was a little insane. My parents were considering putting me in a hospital but then I slowly returned to real life. I restarted my studies at Law School but I'd lost the joy of living. Your father was around all the time; he was a good friend of my brother and was very supportive to me. We talked and he gave me advice and sometimes he picked me up at college or took me out for a ride in his car on Saturday afternoons. He was the best friend I had. Eventually I began to have sexual urges again. My fiancé and I had had a very good sex life and I always have been easily aroused. "In the beginning it had just been secret masturbation sessions but my problem is that masturbation only provides temporary relief for my lust. Then I want more. Then one day it happened, when we went to the movies. At that time we lived in an old apartment building without no elevator or porter. I don't remember how, but all of a sudden we were kissing each other on the stairs, I pulled my pants off and we had sex there. The trouble was that after my fiancé died I'd stop taking the pill. When I found out I was pregnant your father was a perfect gentleman and, against my will, he convinced my parents we ought to marry." My mom's stories always sparked my lust and when she finished my prick was hard rock. "My God, are you ready again?" Anne asked pretending to be surprised. She was actually delighted to having a young stud always willing to meet her needs. She sat on the edge her desk, both hands behind her supporting her body. Standing in front of her I stuck my prick in her pussy. Mom opened the legs wide and hugged my shoulders. The good thing about a second fucking session in such a short period of time was that I could keep pumping her warm, soaking pussy for a much longer time. I could also watch my mom's face and her expressions of lust. At that moment it was not my sweet mom, it was a mature and lusty woman, with sensuality exhuding from every pore. We also started to use dirty language. She didn't like swear words but at that moment, with my prick deeply shoved into her vagina or her anus, we both lost control. Looking into my eyes she whispered, "Fuck...fuck me, I love to have your prick deep in my body, you don't know how much I enjoy to feel your cum filling me up." We were fucking and exchanging such words when we heard someone knocking at the door. It was the lady from the cleaning staff. Anne called out, explaining that she was still working and would be finished in few minutes. It was funny hearing her trying to say it in a normal tone of voice whilst she had a prick deeply imbedded in her pussy. We kissed each other to stifle her gasps and sobs so the cleaning lady wouldn't think something unusual was going on in the office. Mom had a private bathroom attached to her office so we went in there. "Let's finish it in a different way," I suggested, sitting mom on the commode. There was no need for words to make her understand what I wanted. She took my dick in her hand and engulfed it in her mouth. It didn't take long to make me fill her mouth with a load of cream. As usual, she savored every last drop. To avoid suspicion we didn't shower, she just quickly cleaned her pussy and my dick with moistened toilet paper and we got dressed. I inspected the office for signs of what we'd been doing. There was a stain on a chair but fortunately the leather was dark enough so it wasn't obvious. As a final touch, as we left I called her 'mom' in front of the cleaning lady. After our sex session Anne invite me to have dinner. She chose a small, quiet restaurant so we could talk in peace "When did you start dating other men?" It was a question that I had been longing to ask her. "Your father is a wonderful person," she began, "a sweet character but our marriage was a mistake. To be honest with you he is a bad lover. I had high sexual standards set by my fiancé and with him it was something like sex was merely a piece in a married couple's life. Your father loves to be sucked but hates give oral sex; he said that he couldn't stand the taste! The first time we had anal sex I was seven months pregnant with your sister and I suggested it instead of giving him blowjobs, to help me ease my sexual needs. My belly was enormous and I was afraid of having a prick in my vagina, it's stupid but was my first pregnancy. "We did it but he looked disappointed to find out that his wife did such a thing. In spite of three children in such a short period of time I was able to finish Law school and when you were young I used to work at home, revising contracts for the attorney's office I'm now working with. "Eventually, as you all grew up, I got a part time job there and then one of the partners decided to retire and I was invited to replace him. In few years I was making more money than your father and had a respected position in the firm. At the same time, my life with your father was getting more and more boring. There were no major disputes, just a cooling down. Our sex life had never been great and now it became just once in a while. "You remember when your father was sent to Middle East for two months. I was thirty-four and feeling my marriage as a farce. Once during a meeting with a client I met a former college-mate. After graduation he had moved to another city and was here just for that meeting. We'd never been close friends but it was good talking over old times. At the end of the meeting he invited me for dinner. I asked your grandma to take care of you and accepted the invitation. I know now that in a subconscious way I'd decided to go beyond a simple dinner since I'd dressed carefully, which I hadn't done for some time. During the dinner we got onto to intimate subject and afterwards, in the parking lot, he held me in his arms and kissed me in the lips. When he tried to put his hand up my skirt I surprised myself by saying, "Not here, let go to a more secluded place." He was staying at his parent's home so I drove to a hotel in the outskirts and we had a long sex session. For me, after fifteen years of feeble sex, it was like having the Paradise Gate reopened. Thinking back, I must have been like a nymphomaniac. I came home very late that night. Next morning, after you were all at the school, I had a long conversation with my mother. As usual she was very supportive, she never was your father's best friend, and she gave me some good advice, telling me to myself, my career my children." "Did you date him for a long time?" "No, only while he stayed in town." "And..." "Well, you know, the most difficult thing is to break the rule the first time. Also, I didn't feel guilty, I was try to fulfill my sex urge, something that your father hadn't provided for a long time. Then I started traveling frequently, which made things very easy. And you know, once you do it once it's hard to stop, you do it again and again... and it becomes part of your life. Of course I tried to be very careful, I didn't want to be a tramp, but my job brought me opportunities to meet nice men. And of course your father and I were becoming more distant from each other. We had our domestic side: you, your brother and your sister, the house, some social events but apart from that there was nothing between us. He was a dull man, doing the same job day-by-day. The only promotion he had I got it for him." "How was that?" "Please, never tell him I told you. The poor man would be so devastated! Your father had been working for the same company all his working life, as he is now. When his boss decided to retire your father felt he was his most likely replacement. The problem was a young engineer who'd just been hired and was competing for the same position. Your father complained that he was on the verge of loosing the chance, that his director favored the other guy because of their good relationship rather than for the guy's technical skills. As the old guy's retirement was coming closer your father was getting more stressed. He was obsessed. It was the only subject he talked about. The director of engineering development was an asshole, the kind of jerk who always dresses flawlessly as if he was going to a party, and he had a way of dealing with women that was highly unpleasant. Mom & I: A True Story Ch. 5 Author's Note: Unlike many, or perhaps most, stories you may read on the net which state that they are true, this one really is. Only names, locations and minor details have been changed to protect those involved. * * * * * From time to time Anne said I should start dating girls of my own age. I wasn't interested because I wasn't looking for a serious relationship and Anne provided all the sex I needed. It was clear to me that my mother saw our relation as something that wouldn't last forever. After our conversation during the weekend at the log cabin I understood her reasons but refused to take any action in the way she suggested. One day when the subject was posed again I said, "It's OK, but the rule should apply to you as well. If you feel responsible for my situation then I feel like I'm preventing any opportunities for you as well." Anne thought about it for a while (she always liked to consider things carefully) she said, "All right, I don't see any problem. I think you understand the uniqueness of our relationship and you're prepared to face it." The idea that we could both have other partners was interesting to me since one of my favorite things with Anne was to hear her talk about her past sexual adventures. In the beginning she'd been reluctant to describe them but after a while she became very enthusiastic, telling me all the details. We didn't talk about the subject again for a long time. To avoid further problems with mom I started dating some girls but instead of being the normal pleasure for a kid in his early twenties, I found it much more of a burden. Among many dates, the furthest I got was a blowjob. Most of the times I spent with my friends in the bar, pretending to Anne that I was dating. * * * Nothing more happened until I was twenty-one and my sexual relationship with mom had been going for more than two years, we were invited to the wedding of one of her best friend's daughters. Mom and her friend had been schoolmates at high school. She was from a very rich family from a city five hundred miles north of where we lived. Being a wealthy family and having just one daughter they decided to give her an unforgettable wedding party. Mom and I went by car; it was an eight-hour drive and Anne and I shared the driving. We left on Friday, very early in the morning, planning to be there by one PM, and arrived roughly on time. It wasn't a house but almost a castle! Crowning a small hill, the property was set in several acres and had an astounding view of the neighboring city. Facing the house there was a huge lawn where a group of people were assembling several large tents. On a level below was a large, oval-shaped swimming pool, with a series of tall Greek columns on one side that hid changing rooms built in white marble. The family had booked a complete hotel in the neighborhood, hired the staff of a beauty parlor with their outfits to serve the guests, and several buses to ferry people back and forth to the house. Because Anne was the bride's mother's best friend they put her in one of the guest rooms in the house whilst I was in the hotel. It was no big deal, as it was just two nights so I was OK with the arrangements and anyway, I was tired from the drive and slept the whole of the Friday afternoon. In the evening there was a dinner for the family and their closest friends, which both Anne and I were invited to. The next day was the wedding. I wasn't used to getting dressed up so, feeling like a dog in a collar, I took the bus to the house. When I saw mom my jaw dropped open. She was only wearing light make up and her hair was simply styled, falling freely on her shoulders. Her dress was a sleeveless silk chemise, held up by thin shoulder straps. It was knee- length, dark green matching her eyes and slightly flared at the skirt. She wore a jacket, green as well, embroidered with tiny beads matching the color of the fabric. To add a final touch, she was wearing a set of pearl earrings and a collar. She was, at least at my eyes, the most beautiful woman at the party. After the ceremony the party began. A small orchestra was playing and a battalion of waiters was waiting on the tables in the marquee. I was sat at a table with people of my own age, whilst Anne was with the family. Most of the guests knew each other so, despite their attempts to include me in the conversation, I felt somewhat left out. The girl sitting beside me was quite interesting, though. She was a bit large for my tastes but attractive. She told me she had recently broken up with her boyfriend who was there with a new girl and seemed to be using me to send some sort of "I don't give a damn" message. To begin with I was afraid it might cause a scene but it seemed that the guy wasn't particularly interested in her so I became more at ease. After the wedding breakfast the young people and some older ones started dancing. I danced twice with the girl I'd been sitting next to then decided to check how the things were going with mom. I found her in the huge living room with several other people. Anne was sitting on a small couch with a man beside her. He was good-looking and a bit older than she was. They were involved in what seemed to be a deep conversation, mom looking at him with a friendly smile. I turned around and went back to where the young people were. Sitting there thinking about how the situation might possibly develop gave me a hard-on. After a while II went back to the living room and found mom alone. She immediatly noticed the look on my face. "What's wrong? Have you been drinking?" She put a hand in my forehead then took me by the hand. "Let's walk a little, it will be good to you." Who was that guy?" I asked as soon as we were out of earshot of other people. "It's the bride's godfather, he arrived this morning." "It seems you like him..." "Oh yes! He's a very fascinating person...." She was clearly embarrassed. "Are you interested in him?" "It's hard to say. He's nice but we just talked for a short while. But it was enough to notice he seemed interested in me." I was steering Anne along the path that led to the swimming pool. When we reached a secluded spot I grabbed mom and tried to kiss her. "Hey, what are you doing? Stop! If someone finds us there will be a big scandal!" "Just give me a kiss." She relented and we kissed passionately. I opened the zipper at the back of her skirt and put my hand inside. Instead of her usual pantyhose I felt the softness of her panties. "Have you changed you mind about wearing a garter belt?" I asked. "These are thigh-high stockings, they don't need a garter belt." "Let me see." I broke our embrace and stepped backwards. Anne looked around a last time checking that we were alone and lifted up the skirt, revealing her long legs clad in sheer stockings and small bikini panties. She was visibly surprised by my admiration for her beautiful legs and showed them off to me for a long time. When I held her again her protests were feeble. "I want you," I said urgently. "No!" "Let's go to your room." "No!" "C'mon, let's go, I need you. We can say I was a little drunk and you were taking care of me. What's wrong with that? And it's better than if I raise your skirt and fuck you right now..." "You wouldn't dare!" Anne said. I didn't answer, just pushed her against the wall a started to lift her skirt. I was on the verge of pulling them down when mom surrendered. "OK, let's go," she whispered. We walked slowly, me pretending to be drunk, and went up the long staircase to the first floor. At the end of the corridor it turned at right angles, her room at the far end. I removed my jacket and shoes and loosened my tie. "Lay on the bed, I'll be back soon," she said. It was a long time before she returned and I began to think she had changed her mind but eventually she came back holding a cup and a washcloth. "Take it, it's an effervescent antacid, remember you're drunk..." She locked the door and removed her dress, leaving her only in bra, panties and the thigh-high stockings. The bra was the type without shoulder straps. She lay down by my side. "You'd better take your clothes off," she said, "it wouldn't be good to show up later with them all wrinkled. I don't know who is the most foolish, you or me. I guess it's me that should have more common sense." I didn't answer, just kissed her on the lips and forced my tongue into her mouth. I removed her bra and panties, leaving her stockings on and started kissing her body. I kissed her breasts, paying special attention to her hard nipples, and slid slowly down in the direction of her lower belly. Anne was trying to choke back her groans and moving her torso while I worked with my tongue in her snatch. Lubricating my finger in her pussy, I inserted it into her rectum. Whilst I sucked and licked her pussy I worked my finger into her shithole. "Now I want you in me," she murmured. "Tell me what you want," I teased. "I want you to fuck me... I want to feel my pussy filled with your cock. All the way... right now!" I climbed on top of her, directing the tip of my prick at her pussy and pressed. With my dick deeply embedded in her body I took hold of mom and rolled over so she was on top of me. She started a sensuous movement with her hips and covered my mouth with hers in a passionate French kiss. I slid a hand over her back down to her ass cheeks and inserted a finger in her butt again. She stopped swaying and moaned heavily with the sudden invasion of her butt hole but then took up the pace once more. "Do you want to fuck that guy?" I asked her. She didn't answer and I probed her more deeply with my finger. "Tell me." "You want me to do that?" "Yes" "Then I'll do it." "And how would you do it?" "I don't know. Let me talk to him again. I don't think it would be difficult, he seems very interested. We just need to find a way..." "But you have to tell me everything. You promise?" I was too excited and even trying to keep myself back it didn't took to long to fill mom's womb with a load of warm jism. As soon as my dick softened I took it out and we lay side-by-side, still panting heavily. We stayed that way for a long time, listening to the distant sounds of the party. "Is there anything wrong?" I asked, feeling that there was something behind her silence. "I was thinking that you should be down there partying with the other young people and not here in bed with your own mother," she answered. I had faced this a couple of times before, mostly when there were young people around. "Listen Mom, I'm not interested in other girls. All they really want is to find a nice guy to marry. I don't want to waste my time with a relationship that doesn't mean anything to me. I've got the rest of my life to worry about things like that." She knew I was serious and didn't question me anymore. We dressed and went back downstairs to the party. I spotted mom's friend talking to some other people and she steered me to the front door. I was doing my best to pretend to be still a little drunk, walking slowly with glazed eyes until Mom put me in the bus back to the hotel It took me a long time to fall asleep, imagining Anne and her friend. I regretted my suggestion and even considered going back to the party but I didn't want to make mom even more concerned about our relationship. On one hand I was cursing the idea of nearly forcing mom to fuck another man. I was sure that she was agreeing partly to open up our relationship. On the other hand it was pretty exciting to imagine what she and him might be doing at that moment. Eventually I fell asleep and woke up late the next morning. I quickly dressed and rushed back to the house. Mom was sat in the garden at a table talking to her friend. When I approached mom asked if I was feeling OK now and her friend asked me to sit with them and have breakfast. I was dying to know what had happened the previous night but other people arrived and mom got involved in the conversation while my impatience increased with every second. Anne seemed so at ease, looking fresh as if she had had a quiet night's sleep. She was wearing a light, sleeveless cotton summer shirtdress. She hadn't put on any make up and her hair fell freely over her shoulders. After what seemed an endless time some of the people went back to their rooms to pack up and others decided to try the swimming pool. I was desperate to be alone with mom and was doing my best to disguise my bad mood. Mom's friend thought this was due to a hangover and came with the solution: "Anne, why don't you show Mark the observatory? He'll enjoy the view". At both ends of the large living room there were wooden staircases that led up to wide corridors. The south side was where the bedrooms were and the north one led to another staircase, much narrower than the other and ending in a door. Mom opened it and we entered a round, domed room. It was an astronomical observatory equipped with an old telescope. Astronomy was the hobby of my mom's friend's grandfather, the man who built the house at the start of the 20th century, but now the pollution and city lights made the telescope useless. Whilst I examined the instrument I asked mom, "So, how was it?" "It was all right," she answered, showing some embarrassment. I pretended not to notice. "You went to bed together?" She blushed and nodded. I came close and hugged her, kissing her lightly on the lips. "Hey, what is going on?" I said, "Remember our deal?" "Well... " She began reluctantly." When I got back to the party he was waiting for me. We talked for a while about ourselves and then he took hold of my hand and invited me to dance. While we were dancing he said he'd like to see me alone. I said that would be difficult since he was leaving in the morning. He said that when I went to bed I should put a piece of paper under my door so he didn't knock on the wrong one. We danced until the party finished around midnight. "I went back to my room, got undressed and waited for him. Soon there was a light knock on my door and opened it. He was delighted to find me naked! We had sex until dawn when he went back to his own room. He'd told me he needed to leave early in the morning and besides, it would be very embarrassing if someone had see him sneaking out of my room!" "And how was it?" I probed. "It was very good, he is a nice person..." "Did you both do everything?" "Yes, well... almost everything. When he tried to take me from behind it was very painful. He has one of the biggest and thickest dicks I've ever seen and we didn't have any Vaseline. After the first few strokes he felt was hurting me and gave up. As far as I remember that was the first time I couldn't take someone from behind. He is really huge! My butt is still stinging." I had such a strong erection my balls aching. I approached Mom and held her by the waist. "Are you angry with me?" she asked. "No, there's nothing wrong, I'm pretty excited." And I forced my pelvis against her belly. She smiled and we exchange a series of short kisses. When I tried to raise her skirt she protested. "Not here... Follow me." Opposing the tower door there was another one. We stepped in, it was dark but I could see a spiral staircase going upwards. There was a bolt, which mom drew back and we went up to a small balcony on the roof. "It's safe here, my friend and I used to come here to sunbathe naked she asked to have this bolt fitted so no one could surprise us in the buff," Anne explained. The west side faced the garden and the swimming pool. At the other side the ground sloped some ninety feet almost vertically to street level with an astounding view of a nearby city park. I came close to mom and immediately started unbuttoning her dress. Soon she was naked and we were exchanging passionate French kisses. I lowered my pants and without a care shoved my dick into her soaked pussy. We were both highly excited and it didn't take too long for me to fill her womb with a long sequence of spurts. After that Anne asked for a handkerchief. I didn't have one so she wiped her thighs, pussy and my dick with her own panties, which became so wet she couldn't put them back on. I slipped them in my pocket and we returned to the front lawn. To Be Continued... Mom & I: A True Story Ch. 6 Unlike many, or perhaps most, stories you may read on the net which state that they are true, this one really is. Only names, locations and minor details have been changed to protect those involved. * * * * * Anne's friend told me that she wanted to have a private conversation with her and they disappeared for a long time. When they came back Anne had changed her clothes. She was wearing jeans and a shirt, ready to travel. The lunch was delayed and when we eventually started back home it was getting dark. As a result of our previous evening's activities, mom went to straight to sleep and I drove in silence, only stopping to stretch my legs and refuel the car. Anne was afraid of the last stretch. It would be 250 miles and the road was under construction for the last part. She didn't have any appointments the next day so we decided that best thing to do was to find somewhere to sleep and start again early the next morning. A guy at a gas station told us about a small hotel at the sea front some miles away. We arrived there at sunset and it being an off-season Sunday afternoon we were the only guests. The hotel was nice and they gave us a room on the third floor facing the ocean. All the rooms had a large deck separated them from the surrounding rooms for greater privacy. I was tired and took a quick nap until Anne woke me up for dinner. We went downstairs and had a good seafood dinner and then went back to our room. Going out onto the deck. We looked out over the ocean with only the room lights for illumination. Mom was quiet and I guessed she was thinking of her previous night's adventures. "Mark, there's something I want to tell you," she said, "that guy...well, he invited me to spent a weekend with him." "That's OK," I said. "Are you sure that you're not uncomfortable with that?" "No, we already talked about it. I've just one question. Is he single?" "My friend told me he is divorced but has a long-term relationship with a woman." "Listen, I don't want to ruin your plans, but don't forget the last time you get involved with a married man. I'm not saying that you shouldn't do whatever you want, but just be careful. You're free to date anyone. There's nothing wrong if tomorrow, while we're travelling, or even at home, you find someone interesting. If you're looking for a stable relation you should look for someone that is as free as you are and can reciprocate it. I'm sure that you had enough experience of waiting for that man to find a space in his agenda or in his family affairs to be with you for a couple of hours once a while." "You're absolutely right," was all she said. May be she was expecting more support from me but it wouldn't have been honest to give her a false opinion just to please her. "Anne, I want you to give me a completely honest answer to this question: are you tired or bored with our relationship?" "No! Not by any means," she exclaimed. "As a matter of fact I've never been so sexually satisfied. My only concern is about you. Sometimes I feel like I'm keeping you away from a normal life, dating girls; the kind of behavior one expects from a young man of your age." "Mom, I wouldn't like to go over that again. I told you, I don't have any plans for a stable relationship. First of all I still have two years left at college, second, I don't see myself married and taking care of a bunch of kids. What's wrong with that?" She didn't answer. I came close to her and held her in my arms. "This is a wonderful moment," I said, "why don't we enjoy it instead of talking about it so much? We could stay here till noon tomorrow instead of leaving early and go down on the beach." "But I don't have a swimsuit, and neither do you.." "That's no problem, you can wear panties and bra, they looked like a bikini. I can wear my shorts. You can leave a message with your secretary to say where you are." After she'd thought about it, mom agreed enthusiastically to my suggestion. It seemed that I'd been able to get around the storm once more. I just doubted how many more times I would be able to do it. We started kissing each other with growing excitement and at the same time I begun to unbutton her blouse. When the blouse was off I broke our kiss and at that moment, looking over her head to the huge boulder I saw someone moving. It seemed as if he was looking for a better position to see us. Instead of being angry that stranger was spying on Anne and I it increased my excitement. Without telling her about our audience, I unfastened her belt and pulled her jeans down. After another hot kiss I whispered in her ear: "Don't look now but there's someone looking at us from over by the boulder." "Are you sure?" "Oh yes. I can see him moving so he can see us better. Do mind him watching us?" "If you don't mind I don't mind either." "He'll see you completely naked, do you know what I mean?" "No bra, no panties, no nothing..." she answered with a sly smile. Putting her hands on my chest she pushed me backwards and with a sensual movement unclasped her bra. Then she placed her thumbs in the waist of her panties and very slowly pushed them down. It was clear that she was having great fun exposing her naked body to the unknown man behind the boulder, who must have had a great view. Coming close again she grabbed my shirt and pulled it up in a rush. I held her in my arms again, feeling her hard nipples poking against my chest. We exchanged another kiss and then I began to kiss her breasts. In spite of her age her breasts were still firm, probably due to their not being too large. The small dark brown nipples were really hard. I took one in my mouth her body shivered as I sucked it avidly. I worked on her tits for a long time, taking special care with her nipples. I kissed downwards towards her belly, loving her soft skin, and inserted the tip of my tongue in her navel. Then, kneeling in front of her I parted her cunt lips. Immediately my nostrils were assailed by the exquisite scent from deep within her body; a unique mixture of urine, sweat and sex juice. Anne leant backwards, supporting herself with her elbows over the handrail. She opened her legs and bent her knees, pushing out her lower belly. After enjoying the close-up of her cunt and smelling its wonderful odors I couldn't stand anymore and placed my mouth over her snatch. She held my head and pulled it against her. I worked on her pussy for a long time, alternating long licks from top to bottom with inserting my tongue in the crevice and sucking her small clitoris. Mom lost any restraint and was moaning and panting so loudly that anyone in the courtyard could have heard the sounds of her excitement. She not only pulled my head against her body but also pushed her lower body forward and swayed it in a high sensual way. Her excitement made her body shiver uncontrollably in countless shock waves. I felt her body stiffen and a strange, hoarse sound came from her. It seemed as if she was on the verge of fainting as her body relaxed. I stood up quickly and held her in my arms. Her eyes were glazed, her mouth open and she was breathing heavily, like someone who had just emerged from a pool after a long swim. She placed the arms around my neck and I supported her weight on my body. "Are you OK?" I asked. "Y-e-s... I'm ... My...God... you almost killed me," she said, still panting. "I've never had an orgasm like that. I don't think I can walk..." she added. We stayed there exchanging caresses for some time. Anne was sated but I was still aroused, my dick aching inside my tight jeans. "Let's go back inside." I suggested and, holding mom by the waist, we headed back to our room. When we were there she said, "Wait a moment," and went back on the balcony. She returned holding her clothes. "Our show wasn't complete," she said. "He didn't see my front properly..." I was already naked and pulled her over me on the bed. She grabbed my cock and began to suck it as if it was a lollipop, licking it from the top of the knob down to the base of the shaft, alternating her tongue with little bites. "Let me drink your sap," she whispered, first taking the knob in her mouth and then the full length of the shaft. She accelerated the up and down movements of her head, combining it with hand strokes. It usually takes me some time to cum with a blow job but I was so excited that I felt the eruption from my balls and then it was flowing continuously into Anne's mouth. As usual she drank it all without missing a drop. After we were both satisfied she came close to me and I held her in my arms the way we did every night. "Oh my God, I'm becoming a debauched woman." "Why are you saying that?" "Besides having a love affair with my own son I'm doing all the nasty things a normal human being considers unacceptable, things like we did on the deck." "And what's wrong with that?" "I don't know, and it really doesn't matter. It's interesting, I was thinking about it. With you I have a degree of freedom that I've never had before with any other men. I mean things like the way we talk, I was always very careful, I never asked to be " fucked" or said "fuck me in the ass". It was always "put it in me" or "take me from behind". With you everything seems so natural, not only the language but our actions as well. I don't feel uncomfortable or inhibited telling you about my past or sharing the things I'm doing such as last night. I remember the first time I told you about the things I have done. I said to myself: 'my son will start thinking that his mother is the worst kind of slut'. Then I figured that talking about my past wasn't any worst than giving my body to you!" "You don't need to worry; I love you the way you are. There's nothing wrong with what we are doing. I don't care about what other people think, I'm happy and I believe you are happy too. That's what really counts. I love your stories. This afternoon when I was driving I started thinking about what happened yesterday and I came to a conclusion that it would be perfect if I could watch." "Really? You would like to see me... having sex with someone else?" "Yes, would be good. What do you think? Is it too crazy?" "Oh, no! There's nothing wrong, if you like it...Do you know what amazes me? How similar our ideas about sex are. Yesterday, when you said that it would be all right for me to have sex with that man I was concerned with your behavior afterwards. The majority of people are very possessive about their partners, only a few are capable of enjoying sex to its fullest extent and the reason is, one must get rid of some ancient rules. It is not easy, for me it was very difficult to understand at first." "And how did it happen?" "I know that you are going to be surprised. It was that man I told you was my great love!" "You're right. It's hard to believe." "That's the beauty of it. He taught me how to separate love and sex. For him you love just one person but sex is a physiological necessity, like breathing or eating. One day we were talking and he said that since he traveled very often it was OK if, instead of masturbating to satisfy myself, I looked for someone else to do it. In the beginning I was very upset with him and we almost broke up. I was seventeen, deeply in love with him, and it wasn't easy to understand. The other think I learnt form him was how to discuss a subject in a theoretical level. It very much helped me in my job. We returned to the subject a couple of times and one day he challenged me. He said that I should have an experience and then I would see for myself if was able to do it or not. I reluctantly agreed and we didn't mention the subject for some time. "One day, he asked me to come to his apartment on a certain afternoon. There he introduced me to his best friend, the helicopter pilot that died on the same flight as him. After the introductions he explained to me why his friend was there and asked if I was ready for the test. You can understand my embarrassment but I agreed. He left the apartment saying that he would be back in a couple of hours. To cut a long story short I had sex with his friend and afterwards he and I had one of the hottest sex sessions of our lives. He make me promise that I would try to do it by myself." "And your lover?" "It was completely different; I have it very clear now. He never loved me, he was a frustrated man, married to a woman that never fully satisfied him and at a certain moment he found someone willing to do it." We were both tired and mom come close to me. I turned off the lamps and we went straight to sleep, soothed by the sound of the wind and waves. * * * As usual I woke up earlier than mom. I enjoyed those moments because they were a unique opportunity to look at her. When she was awake she didn't like it, saying that I would notice the wrinkles around eyes. I always replied that the few wrinkles added beauty to her face. We'd slept with all the windows opened, the room was enough light to allow me a long and close examination of that wonderful woman peacefully asleep in her glorious nakedness. I thought about all that happened in the last two days and that was enough to cause an immediate hard-on. I then start kissing her face and massaging her tits. Slowly she opened her eyes and I pressed my lips against hers. I rolled over her body and pointed my prick at her pussy. In spite of being dry her vagina engulfed my dick until it was deeply embedded in her body. I did my best to make our sex session last as long as I could. I fucked my mother's ardent sex box slowly and we exchanged kisses and caresses until neither of us could stand anymore. Anne had had several orgasms when eventually I poured my semen into the deepest of her womb. After breakfast we bought suntan oil and borrowed an umbrella and an icebox from the hotel and headed for the beach. There was no one around; but even so we decided to walk a quarter of a mile from the hotel. A tall sand dune separated the beach from a shallow saltwater lake so we didn't think we'd be disturbed. Anne said she was OK with someone spying on her providing there was a safe distance between them! Her panties looked enough like bikini bottoms but my briefs were clearly not swimming trunks! I spread oil over her body and she did the same with me. It was a hot day and after a while we decided to bathe. Once soaked, her underwear became almost transparent, also the elastic in the waistband wasn't strong enough and every time she was hit by a wave her panties slid down, partially uncovering her butt. "Why don't your take them off," I said on the way back to the umbrella, "It doesn't make much difference." "OK, but you must promise not to misbehave. It would be hard to explain if someone catches us fooling around here!" I promised and she took off the panties. "I didn't know you like to show off your body!" I said. "Well, there is nothing wrong with it. It's good to know there's someone enjoying the sight of your naked body." "And do you do it very often?" "Sometimes, but never at home." "And why not at home?" "Sometimes it can be dangerous. I friend of mine once called me. She was very scared. She told me that she was in the habit of walking about nude at home without closing the windows. Then she began to get calls from a woman threatening her, saying that if my friend didn't stop exhibiting her body to the woman's husband she would throw acid on her. "When was the last time you did it." "Not long ago, when I was travelling on business. I was checking in at the hotel and the woman at the front desk, after giving me the key, advised me to take care since the men in the an apartment building across the street used to spy on the guests, so I would be better if I kept the curtains closed. When I came back from my work I remembered the advice. With the lights off I looked through the curtains and, as she'd said, there were several men at the windows opposite with their lights off. There was even one who had a telescope! I decided to have some fun and opened the curtains, pretending not noticed the men, and turned on the lights. "To tease them as much as I could I remove each peace of clothing slowly. I walked about without my blouse, then took off my skirt and panty hoses then, to their frustration, I went to the bathroom! After a long shower I returned to the room wrapped in a towel, let it fall and showed off my naked body. I stayed naked for a long time because I decided to call your grandma and she talks endlessly as you know. I laid on the bed and rolled over several times giving them an eyeful of both sides of my body. I'm sure that day they were rewarded for the times everyone else closed the curtains." It was very hot and we were sipping sodas. Suddenly mom said, "I'd better go to water, I need to pee..." "Why don't you do here?" "Do want to see me do it?" I nodded and she sat on the edge of the towel, her torso supported by her arms, her legs apart. Her pussy was tight in spite of having had three children but sitting in such a position her cunt lips were parted, showing a little bit of the pink inside. After some moments a weak stream started to dribble from her then quickly it became a strong flow and she pissed for a long time. Afterwards she wiped her pussy with the towel. "Do you have another man who you could have an adventure with?" I asked her. "Maybe, I'm not sure." "And who is he?" "One of my clients, we've been working together for over a year." "Why do you believe he is a potential lover?" "Intuition, experience I suppose. I've caught him looking at me several times and he almost always goes red in the face. His company's headquarters are in another city and every time he comes to ours he calls me to make sure I'll be there. It's funny because in our first meeting we had a big argument. He said I was wrong about a clause and I wasn't. But after that we've had good dealings." "Do you like him?" "Oh yes, he is very interesting. Younger than I am, maybe late thirties, early forties. A little bit shy but I'm sure that if I give him a chance he would grab it." We chatted for a while until she decided to take another dip in the ocean. After looking around for any strange men she stood up. She stepped slowly over the soft sand, her ass swaying in a very sensuous way, quite different from the way she usually walked in her high heels. She gave me another unforgettable view when she came out . Her body was lightly tanned and glistened wetly under the sun. I couldn't resist standing up to hold her in my arms. She put both arms around my neck and leant her body against mine. "You know that you looked like a goddess emerging from the sea?" "Really? You're so sweet!" I kissed her lightly in the lips and she clung to me, her rock hard nipples trying to puncture my chest. She slowly rubbed her lower belly against my crotch. "Anne, I love you!" I told her. "I love you too and you don't know how much I like it when you call me Anne. I feel like another woman, not your mother, just your girlfriend, your lover..." "I was thinking about that," I said, "there are three different Annes: the sweet mother that took good care of me when I was young, the serious attorney, and the third one, my favorite, when you're hot and horny. Sometimes I hate the fact that I'm your son." "Why? What's wrong with that?" "If you weren't my mother I would like to marry you and put a baby inside your belly." "We both know that's not possible," she said and I heard a bit of anger in her voice, though she didn't stop grinding her belly against me while we spoke. In spite of making me promise to behave she was doing her best to arouse me. "Why don't we go back to the hotel, there's a couple of things that I want us to do together," I said. Mom & I: A True Story Ch. 6 "And what are those?" she asked trying to tease me. "Well, you have a small round hole hidden between these two wonderful mounds," I said, stroking her ass. "I want to kiss it until you cry and afterwards I will insert my cock very slowly, inch by inch. When it's all the way inside I will fill you with thick, warm jism. Talking about that, how is it doing?" Her body was shaking and she pressed her body hard against me. "Just a little bit sore, nothing that will stop you. Let's go." We quickly packed our stuff, mom dressed in her panties and tee shirt and we rushed back to the hotel. In our room she quickly removed the panties and tee shirt again and hugged me. "We can shower later," she said breathlessly, "now I need you very badly. I feel like my insides are melting. I never felt so horny in all my life." I quickly removed my clothes and we lay on the bed, our bodies slippery with the oil. "Please take me!" she pleaded, coming close to me and inserting my cock in her flooded pussy. I decided to tease her a little more and allowed her to insert only the knob inside her.. "You need to tell me what you want us to do," I said, moving my body backwards a little to avoid going deeper. "I ... I want you to fuck me... fuck me ... push your prick deep in my body... I want to feel you all the way inside me... your knob hitting my uterus. Before you fill my butt with your cream I want to feel it burning my insides. Please fuck me, I'm going crazy... if you don't do it RIGHT NOW I'll go downstairs naked and ask for the first man I find to fuck me!" With a single thrust I shoved my prick into her and started pumping. "Is that what you want?" "Oh yes, fuck me... fuck me... more..." she cried. I pumped her with violence, shoving it all the way in her snatch. When our bodies touched it sounded like someone being slapped. She was crying so loudly that someone walking in the corridor could have heard her moans. She grabbed me by the hair and we kissed passionately, our tongues snaking into each other mouths. and I felt my cum, like melted lead being spurted in the inmost of her body. Her body shook like She was in a trance, her throat emitted strange noises like someone choking and her nails raked the skin of my back. Then Anne remained still for so long time with the eyes shut that I thought she'd fainted, breathing heavily, but then she slowly came back to life. "I think I'm turning in an hysterical old bitch..." were her first words. "Never say that again!" I told her, "You are a sexy and horny woman, that's all. And I love the way you are. My little lover!" My dick was still semi-erect and embedded in her pussy. "Oh my God! I don't know what's wrong with me, I'm always horny. This fire never seems to go out!" "Its OK, I'll do my best to help you." "Seriously, I don't know what's going on. Yesterday we had sex, I had sex with that man, slept for just a few hours and during the shower I was so excited that I needed to satisfy myself!" "Do you do that very often?" "After the first time with you was the first time I ever did it! Now let's have a shower." We showered together, cleaning each other's others body thoroughly. "There's still something we must do," I said. She didn't answer and we returned to the bed. She lay on her belly with her legs open. I parted her ass checks and gazed at her back opening then placed my mouth over her anal ring, forcing my tongue into the hole. Mom sighed, her buttocks covered in goose bumps. I repeated the movement, forcing my tongue further into her ass and felt her bottom being thrust against my face. For a long time I tongue fucked Anne's ass while she swayed her buttocks slowly and moaned. When my tongue was aching I picked up the lotion bottle and poured a generous amount over her back opening. After lubricating a finger I inserted it into Anne's rectum. She moaned in ecstasy with the rectal massage. I continued it for a long time, working my finger in her tight hole, admiring her lotion-covered anus. I withdrew my index finger and put three fingers together back into her anus. Mom humped her butt and moaned but did not complained about the invasion. After working my fingers for some time I decided that now was the proper moment to replace the fingers with my prick. I lay on my back and asked Anne to squat over my crotch. This was one of my two favorite positions for anal sex. Mom was squatting over me with her back towards me, one leg on each side of my body. I've found that this is a favorite with many women, since they say they can control the extent of the penis in their rectums. I like it because you can watch the sensuous sway of their butt and your prick inserted in the back door at the same time. It's always fascinating to watch your prick touching the woman's butt hole, feel the pressure of her body against the tip of the knob, and see the sphincter slowly stretching until it's engulfed by her rectum. Not even a virgin pussy is as tight as an anus and the feeling of your dick being squeezed by the anal ring is unequaled. Silently mom rode my pole like the experienced rider she was. She knew how much I liked that position and did her best to please me, sitting on my prick with it fully inside her and squeezing her anal muscles tightly, raising her torso until only the knob remained inserted and very slowly burying the shaft into her rectum again. I enjoyed the sight of my prick framed by the light brown ring as it disappearing inside mom's shit hole. After my previous orgasm it took me a long time until I was ready for another cum. When she eventually felt that I was close to cumming she lowered her body all the way, sitting on my lower belly and making large circular movements with her hips while I spurted a into her guts. Afterwards we were both exhausted so we rested a while and then in order to save time we skipped lunch and drove back home. THE END (Or is it? It certainly wasn't the end of our relationship.) Mom & I: A True Story Ch. 7 Foreword: With the publication of the Six Chapters I felt that the true story of the my sexual life with mom was complete since the most remarkable facts were covered. Besides I was afraid readers should be bored with a long story. What I never could expect was the amassing number of supportive e-mails asking me to follow narrating other facts of our relationship. Below the readers will find one of the most exciting adventures we had together in our eleven year close relationship. * * * * * The idea of a threesome including another man was around for sometime. Main obstacle was mom’s understandable concern in the possible unfolding results from a bad choice. As an attorney Anne tend to deeply analyze all aspects of a decision. She was afraid of the negative repercussion to her career and even to me as her son. In several occasions we discuss the subject but never came to a safe solution. A had even put it aside since I notice that it somewhat bothered mom. The opportunity showed up in very unexpected way such use to happens in this kind of matter. At the summer break before my graduation I decided to take a three-week class on finances for non-finance executives that would take place at my college. Among almost fifty attendants I start a relationship with a guy, more or less of my age, from a small city in another state. He was tall, very well build and very sympathetic. Our empathy was immediate; he was very naïve, a typical guy from a small city that was visiting a large city for the first time. One day after the class he begun to ask about girls, places were he could meet some chicks and things like that. It was when I had the clue: why not him? He was the ‘perfect candidate’, in a couple of days more he would be living, if mom agreed I was sure that we could have a lot of fun together. I didn’t mention anything to him just giving generic information on the hot spots. At night I mentioned the subject to mom, she asked many questions but as much as we talked she seemed to get enthusiastic about the idea. ‘Sure you don’t see any risk?’ She asked. ‘Not at all, I think the he is the ideal candidate, is a nice guy, healthy, good appearance and on top of all he is from a distant city, after the day he departs, for him, it will be only a great story to tell to his friends at the Saturday night meetings!’ ‘If you feel comfortable it is Ok with me as well…’ After the decision we took a lot of time planning ‘the operation’ in all details: the way I would approach the subject, how take him to our place, when it should take place, etc, etc. We decided that the date should be the last Friday before the ending of the seminar. After that we went to bed for another exciting sex session. At the next day a put the plan in action: in a very casual way I mentioned about a forty year old woman that liked to have sex with young studs. It immediately caught his attention and he start raising questions about that woman, things like if I already have had sex with her, how was she, etc. I had prepared a pretty convincing story: I had meet her sometime ago in a gas station and she had invited me to visit her. He immediately asked if I could introduce him that that woman. I made some mystery saying that I didn’t know, I needed to call her and ask if she was willing to meet him. Next day at the class he eagerly asked if I had called her. As part of the plan I told that I had called several times without answer. May be the mysterious lady was traveling. In the in-between after the class I told in details what have happened during the several occasions we had been together. The day after was the same thing: she wasn’t at home. He clearly expressed his disappointment mixed with some incredulity; perhaps I was cheating him with a fantastic story. Another day, before the beginning of classes I, with a large smile, invited him to join me after the class. He started asking for details and in a mysterious way I said he must be patient and wait for the unfolding. After the class I took him in my car to a sidewalk café. Another frustration for him, for sure he expected me to take him to see Beth such as I was naming mom. We were silently sipping some beer when I suddenly stood up. ‘Walther, I want to introduce you Beth…’ He seemed to be in the verge of a heart attack when he saw mom, wearing a light sleeveless summer dress and smiling to him. ‘Hi Walther, I was curious about you, Mark spent hours last night talking wonder things about his new friend.’ She said kissing him lightly in the face and taking a seat. I would say that the first quarter of an hour he was mute, staring on her with an astonished face and just mumbling answers to her questions. She stayed with us for about one hour. During the whole time she exercised all her charm on him, raising questions and slightly tapping on his arms or hands. ‘Well guys, I need to leave. Walther, it was really a pleasure to meet you. Mark give me a call tonight.’ She said standing up and leaving. ‘What happened?’ He asked. The poor guy was the image of the deepest frustration. ‘ What do you mean?’ I answered pretending not understood his question. ‘ Why did she left so hurriedly? It seems that there was something wrong!’ ‘Easy man, she just came here to know you.’ ‘And…’ ‘You heard what she said. I will call her tonight and to know her opinion.’ We silently ended our beers and I drop him back at the college’s dorm. I must say that I was curious about mom’s evaluation on Walther, if she didn’t like him it would be a huge disappointment for the poor guy. Fortunately Anne had a good impression on him and was excited about the idea of a threesome with her own son and the sympathetic hillbilly. We exchange a few ideas on how it would be, she told about a nice orgy she was involved right after her divorce and of course we wrapped up the night with an exciting fucking session. Next day I intentionally was the last one to take my seat at classroom. Walther looked at me with a face that expressed all his anguish and I do believe that those were the worst minutes of his life! At the break he virtually jumped over me. ‘And, how was it with Beth? Did you call her?’ ‘Tonight I will pick you at 9:00.” It was all I said. ‘Did she… did she agree?’ He asked again seeming to don’t believe in his good luck. ‘Yes, she liked you. Just remember that is a threesome.’ ‘You mean, at the same time?’ I couldn’t hold myself and laughed loudly. ‘Oh yes! What is wrong with?’ ‘Nothing… I just thinking that… may be…’ ‘Listen kiddo, if this is they way she wants, it’s the way it must be. You don’t need to be concerned; there is no homo sex involved, it’s not my business. Anyway there is still time to back off. Just let me know.’ ‘No! No! I was just trying to understand. You know, I’m from a small city, and this kind of stuff is not common there.’ I believe that he was really concerned about any possible homosexual relation and felt more comfortable after my statement. * * * * * * * * * * * At 9:00 I picked Walther at the dorm and according to our plan I drove in circles for several minutes. The idea was to make hard to Walther to recognize the way from the dorm to our place. At night, even taken the shortest way would be difficult to a foreigner to identify it, but anyway it was just an additional preventative measure. ‘Are you OK?’ I asked. He was noticeable uneasy, seating stiff and silent. ‘Don’t worry, I’m OK!’ He whispered. He looked clearly apprehensive such as he had changed his mind. I parked the car in a side street nearby our building. The porter left at 6:00PM so I press the communicator and Anne opened the front door for us. In the elevator I could better look to Walther, his face was pale, the eyes glazed. I was afraid he would change his mind. So I remembered a fact that scared me: we had several photos in frames over a chest in a corner of the living room. Pictures of mom and I, my brother and sister, and many other family mementos! My God! If Walther saw them would be the end of our masquerade and I would be in a very bad position towards my schoolmates. When Mom opened the door I looked over her shoulder directly on the chest. For my relief all photos have been removed! Thank God she remembered about them! I was some sort of disappointed with her dressing. I was expecting something sexy, may be a shorter skirt but she was wearing a just above the knees shirtdress, long sleeves in a dark color crepe-de-chine fabrics paired with a high heel strapped sandals. The only sexy touch was the three upper buttons unbuttoned, showing a substantial piece of her cleavage. She looked more as a housewife dressed for a family party than a woman in the verge of being involved in a sexual orgy. Only lampshades providing an environment favorable for intimacies lighted the living room. We sat in couch, mom between us. Over the coffee table there was a bottle of scotch, another of white wine (mom’s favorite drink), an ice bucket and some snacks. After asking what we wanted to drink, Walther opted for a scotch, mom and I pick some wine, mom turned to Walther, both legs on the seat, an arm over the seatback. ‘So Walther, tell a little bit more about you. Mark told a bunch of good things about you, it seems that you guys are good friends.’ Mom was using a combination of her woman’s charm and her expertise as an attorney to make the guy ease. Indeed it worked since in few minutes later they were talking like old friends. I was getting eager for some action and in spite of his easiness Walther was not taking any action. Slowly I begun to caress mom butt, she perceived my intention and crossed the legs, the shirtdress was flare enough to allow me to introduce a hand under the hem and slide it up to her butt. She wasn’t wearing panties! My action wasn’t unnoted by Walther that at the moment had the eyes nailed in the substantial piece of thigh mom was exposing. She followed talking such as nothing different was taking place. Only her voice became a little hoarse and she lightly panted. With her butt then fully exposed my hand slithered down into her ass crack. When I touched her pussy it was soaked, a clear demonstration of the level of her arousal. I decided to change the focus of my attention and inserting the hands under her armpits I begun to unbutton the dress. Quickly her nice tits were fully exposed, mom decided to give a help and unbuttoned the remaining buttons. With a fast movement she got rid of the dress. Walther’ eyes seemed to be in the verge of popping out of its orbits. ‘C’mon guys I don’t feel comfortable being the only naked person here. Why don’t you undress too? Walther let me help you…’ And she began to unbutton his shirt. while I hastily removed mine. He stood up and removed the slacks and underwear. Then a astonishing surprise: I never have seen in all my live a prick of such a size! Mine is seven inches but his was easily two or three inches longer than mine and besides, was thick like a bat. ‘What a wonderful prick of yours, Walther!’ Mom exclaimed. ‘Come closer, let me play with it…’ She grabbed his prick and after some gentle caresses she took it in her mouth. Even with all her expertise in engulf a penis she barely could insert two-thirds in her mouth. ‘Lets go to my room…’ She invited. Mom was really delighted with Walther’s huge tool. We barely had laid and she had already gripped his prick and was sucking it again. I came from behind and opening her ass cheeks I starting sliding my tongue back and forth, from the pussy to the anus. As usual when she was highly excited her pussy was dripping. I inserted a finger in her pussy synchronizing the thrusts in her love channel with tongue fucking in her two intimate holes. I notice some light shudders of her body, a signal that she was having an orgasm. I supposed she was trying to made him cum in her mouth but at a certain moment she commanded: ‘I want to have both of you deeply inside me. Walther put your prick in my pussy. Mark, there is a tube of Vaseline in the nightstand drawer. Lubricate your prick e shove in my ass. Quick, I barely can stand!’ She lay on her side and Walther immediately shoved his meat bat in her pussy. I poured a generous amount of Vaseline on two fingers and shove both of them in her rectum. She choked a cry while I twisted the fingers in her rectum. I could feel thought the fine walls the separates the rectum from the vagina the huge and hard rod impaling mom. I smeared some lubricant on my knob and slowly inserted my prick in her shit chute. In the beginning was difficult to Walther and I to synchronize our movements. Mom held him by the neck and I grab she by the hips. She stood still and gradually we alternate our thrusts pistoning in her holes in a perfect rhythm. They exchanged a passionate kiss for but soon mom broke it, panting and sighing noisily. He grabbed her by the shoulders and hammered hard with his oversized tool in her sex box. ‘Now…. Fill up my holes with your cream… pleeeeaaaseeee!’ Her pleas were almost a cry of despair. I increased the strokes, pumping mercilessly in her rectum, in a way I never did before. Walther was doing the same, our bodies producing a loud blast every time we hit my mother’s body. We were too excited and didn’t take too much time for both of us deposit our semen in the deepest of mom’s uterus and rectum. The three of us were panting heavily like joggers after ending a long run. My prick was softening and quickly was expelled from mom’s anus. As I used to do after having anal sex I went to the bathroom to wash my prick. Intentionally I took much more than the necessary time. My purpose was to leave them alone for sometime Mom and Walther were still embraced exchange passionate kisses. They looked like a couple in honeymoon enjoying their first night together. ‘I hate to disturb the young couple in honeymoon, but do you folks care in something to drink?’ ‘It’s a good idea, for me a glass of wine. Now let me have a quick shower. I feel like transpiring sperm for all pores…’ Walther and I went to pick the beverage. Since I’m not a wine enthusiast I went to the kitchen looking for a beer. ‘And how is she? I asked while filling a glass of wine. ‘Oh, fabulous, is the best woman I ever fucked in my life. You a lucky guy, living here and having the opportunity to be with her as much as you can.’ If he could ever imagine how close we were… We went back to her bedroom and few moments later she step out of the bathroom with the body wrapped in a towel (I don’t understand why but most of the woman I know like to wrap the body in a towel after a shower!). She sat down on the bed between us and start sipping the wine. I was fond to see mom having sex with Walther, I mean, just watch and not participate like in our first fucking session, so pretending to pick another beer I went to the kitchen in a position where I had a clear view of the bedroom. Walther had lost his initial inhibition and undid the towel folding over mom’s breasts. She bent and kissed him in the lips, he grab her sitting on his lap. Mom his kissing him passionately, rubbing sensuously her butt on his crotch. Silently I returned to the room. They lay back on the bed, Mom with the legs wide spread. ‘Please honey, eat my pussy…’ She mumbled. Walther immediately positioned himself between her legs and covered her twat with the mouth. I came around and start playing with her tits, sucking and gently biting the nipples. She was panting and swaying the hips, mumbling unintelligible words. At a certain moment I came close to her ear and whispered: ‘Suck his cock, I want see you sucking him.’ ‘Walther, please, give me your prick, a want suck it…!’ She begged. There was no need for a second request. Walther quickly turned around and forced mom to sit over him in a Sixty-nine position. Surprising his cock wasn’t fully hard. Even so Mom needed to fully open the mouth, stretching the jaws, to accommodate half of the prick in his mouth. A quick work with the tongue made his shaft turn fully hard again. Quietly I moved around to see them from another position. Mom ass cheeks were wide opened, Walther had his face buried her pussy. After inserting a finger in her pussy he shove it in her anus. She sucked eagerly his meat shaft, the eyes closed, all the lust stamped in her face. They remained for a long time sucking each other sex. The only sounds breaking the silence were mom’s sighs and the noises of his tongue, sucking her pussy. I changed position several times enjoying that unique spectacle, the sole onlooker of a matchless sex show. ‘Let us try something different…’ He said broking their sexual match. He quickly slipped from underneath her body and forced mom to lie on her belly. Right away I understood his intention: he was planning fuck her in the ass! I couldn’t believe she would allow him to do that! To may surprise she didn’t object him when started caressing her butt. He looked at me with a sly smile in his face and picked the tube of Vaseline. I was sure that she wouldn’t accept the invasion of her entrails by that monster. I prepared myself to stop him but all she did was to say ‘Lets do it in another way… lay down in your back.’ She them took the Vaseline from his hands and smeared a generous portion over his knob. After that she did the same with her anus, inserting a finger deeply in her own rectum. When it was well lubricated she squatted over his lower belly, facing him and splitting the cheeks with one hand and guiding the shaft to her puckered hole with the other. This was one of both mine and Mon’s favorite stances for anal sex, the only difference is that she use to offer her back to me, so I could see my prick being engulfed by her ass. This time was the opposite, by facing him she clearly was trying to offer the vision to me! I knelt in the floor and prepared myself to the thrilling show that was coming. Mom holds his prick with one hand and opened the ass cheeks with the other. I was feeling like hypnotized by the vision of that huge knob slowly approaching the puckered hole. She lowered the body and the pink brownish hole slowly began to be stretched. With a brisk movement followed by a loud sigh she shoved the whole knob in her rectum. I couldn’t believe on what I was seeing: how could her anus accommodate such behemoth without tearing? My feeling that at any moment the sphincters would reach its stretching limit and just break. As usual she stay for sometime with just the knob inserted and after get used with the anal invasion she started again lowering the body. The huge pole slithered slowly but steadily until it was fully embedded in Mon’s bowels. I looked onto her face, her contracted facial expression denoted that her impalement was somewhat painful; even so she started slowly raising up the body until only the knob was inserted in her rectum. At the beginning she was doing it slow and carefully such as she was afraid to have her sphincters torn at any moment. But with every up and down movement she was increasing the speed and panting, some sort of ahn, ahn, ahn, ahn that was going louder and louder until it became a uninterrupted cry. I dare to say that it was the most thrilling view I ever had, even more exciting than the one Mom offered when I saw her naked body for the first time. I was fascinated with the sigh of her highly stressed anal ring engulfing relentlessly the thick meat shaft. It looked like all pain was gone and she was enjoying the pleasures of anal sex in its full extension. Up and down, up and down, countless times her rectum swallowed the enormous shaft, it may be took a half an hour, it’s hard to precise, when she increased the speed of the pumping and at a certain moment he grabbed her, pushing mom’s upright torso against him. In that position half of his prick was pulled out of mom’s rectum and the shaft bent stretching more yet her anal ring. She exhaled a loud pain cry for that last punishment her sphincters were undergoing. They stood still for sometime, his stake half shoved in her ass until she moved forward and got rid of the invader. For a brief moment just after the knob pop out her anus was completely opened, the red tissue of he rectum exposed, looking like the opened mouth of a baby. Mom and I Against the World All persons described having sex are over the age of 18. Special thanks to Ciguardian, who commissioned this tale, provided me with great inspiration and details, helped me edit and tweak the story. From a young age I'd been fascinated by women smoking. The ones that dominated my mind were the glamorous women dressed to the nines: stockings, heels, coiffed hair, deep red lipstick and pearls. White tendrils of smoke, wrapping around their moist tongues before they inhaled enchanted me, their sexuality inextricably entwined with the oral-centric habit. I grew up in a different time, mind you. Cigarettes were not readily advertised as being unhealthy as they are now. I still remember a vague commercial or two about which brands doctors smoked. Every actress on television and in the movies smoked; it was a part of everyday life. So it is no wonder I became enamored of my mother, who also smoked. I remember looking forward to watching her smoke her after-dinner cigarette. She'd come into the living room and sit down on the couch while I was sprawled on the floor watching the television, pull out her pack and light up while she set her ashtray on the coffee table. I don't remember what show came on during that hour, but I never watched a minute of it, my eyes were riveted to her as she pulled on that cigarette, the end burning brightly as she drew smoke into her mouth. She'd exhale, that sweet sound of relaxation as her foot bounced lazily below her knee where her legs were crossed. From my vantage point on the floor I tried to look up her skirts, even at that young age, though I could never see anything of consequence. I'd seen a pinup or two, and even caught glimpse of an issue of Playboy once, so I had an idea what things might look like underneath, but I was hungry for first-hand knowledge. Mom was a looker, a real head turner, if I do say so myself. Her shiny blond hair, waves of golden silk carefully prepared each day along with her meticulous makeup, made her seem as beautiful and glamorous as the women in the movies. She wore curve-hugging clothes, neatly tailored at home by the light of a bare bulb on an ancient sewing machine she worked at tirelessly to keep herself stylish. I can still remember the day I became aware of the flare of her hips and the mouth-watering shape of her derriere, I think it was the first time I popped an insta-boner. Not that I didn't notice her well-formed, pear shaped breasts, especially when she wore those soft, fuzzy sweaters. I swear I think I spent more time imagining the shape of her nipples, willing them to appear by staring holes into her tops, than looking at her face. Whenever I'd look up, caught ogling once again, she'd just smile, a wistful, almost pained look. Finished with her smoke, she'd ruffle my hair and head off to whatever chore needed doing next. I'd watch her until she turned a corner, my adolescent heart pounding, counting silently the minutes until the next night when the routine would repeat itself. It wasn't all hazy daydreams and unrequited longing. Mom ran a tight ship, and I, as the only crewman of that ship, had a lot of weight to pull. She worked long, hard hours at a real estate firm, working her way up from receptionist and finally to junior agent after studying for the exam at home. I remember the small celebration we had, a couple of cupcakes topped with candles to mark the occasion. She made sure I was current on all my school work, drilling me with facts whenever a large test loomed, or I'd come home with a substandard grade. By the time high school came around Mom had me so accustomed to working hard I was acing all of my classes and amazing my teachers. Mom was almost as fanatical about working out. She was ever conscious of her figure, knowing full well it was part of her success as a real estate agent, and she never let me slack in that area, as well. To this day I can't pass by a gym and see women working out in tights and not feel my heart tugged by memories of working out with mom. It was during these sessions I got to see more of her shapely body, though it was still within propriety, Mom was a stickler for that as well. Despite the prime physical shape she whipped me into, I never excelled at sports. Mom blamed my lack of a father figure. The sperm donor, as she referred to my unknown father, had bolted at the news of her pregnancy, leaving behind yet another unwed, teenage mother to bring shame upon her family. She'd recount the events whenever I asked, a vague recollection of a handsome boy who appeared suddenly and left the same way. In the beginning I remember a misty sadness in her eyes, in time they dried completely, as if the pain had never existed. She always told me I was the only man she ever needed, and I guess I never questioned why she didn't date. Later, when I grew up and understood more, I guessed I was the reason why she didn't have many suitors. It was still an age where our situation brought down a certain amount of shame. Sure there were men who would have loved to take Mom to bed, but she kept them at arm's length, occasionally seeming to welcome their advances to further her career, but never letting them close the deal. My smoking fascination was not limited to just watching others do it, I wanted to smoke as well. I played with Mom's cigarettes on occasion, holding them up to my mouth and pretending to suck in a lung full. She caught me once, when I was twelve, holding a lipstick stained butt from her ashtray up to my lips as my fingers tried to work the lighter. "Danny! What are you doing?" she said in her motherly tone, though I wouldn't have called it yelling. She barely had to raise her voice and I was already sorry. "I just wanted to try," I answered after whipping the cigarette out of my mouth and holding it behind my back. Her face softened and she held out her hands until I placed the pilfered items in her palms. "You are still too young," she said softly. "Maybe when you are older you can try." "When?" I asked quickly, my heart filling with hope. "Sixteen," she said after a moment's thought, "but you have to promise me you won't ever sneak one until then." I readily agreed with her demand. Remember, this was back even before the Surgeon General issued any warnings about smoking, stores didn't even really question kids who bought cigarettes if their parents smoked. So her decision, while still a few years off, gave me something concrete to look forward to. Between school, odd jobs to help make ends meet, and the hundred other things that mom found to keep me busy, I never found much time for girls. I knew they were out there, a vast other species full of wonder and mystery, and completely unapproachable. Perhaps if I'd had more of a male role model I would have learned to be a bit more self-assured and made more of an attempt to connect with the opposite sex. But as it was, I had Mom completely to myself, all of her affection, her soft words, all those curves and bumps to gaze upon without worry. I didn't have a father to compete with in any way and who could blame me if no girl my own age could tear my eyes away from her. Most boys my age had at least kissed a girl by their sophomore year in high school, with a lot of tall tales about what else they got up to. A couple of my friends had cars and I listened intently to their stories of what went on at the drive-in. I remember taking mental notes of their 'secret' moves, like the yawning to cover the arm being slipped around a gal's shoulder. Sure, TV and movies make big fun of this, but only because it was the kind of idiotic thing we actually did! I remember the days leading up to my sixteenth birthday vividly. From about a week out I was hanging around at every moment Mom lit up. The image of her painted fingers pulling out the cigarette, the soft whisper of paper sliding against paper all indelibly etched in my mind. The way her moistened lips parted, the sound of the lighter-top being flipped open with a ringing echo that faded slowly into thin air, all part of a ritual I'd observed since I could remember, but suddenly becoming larger than life. I'd stare as she moved the tip of the cigarette to the flame, the crackling sound of the tobacco catching fire, the acrid smell of the smoke mixed with the scent of lighter-fluid, all of it was burned into my sense memory. To this day, when I hear or smell someone lighting up, I'm right back there again. I watched with unexplained excitement as she held the smoke in her mouth, the puffy white cloud resting in the oval of her painted lips, before she'd suck in air and then exhale a steady stream, like a dragon breathing steam. Her long eyelashes would bat in seemingly slow motion, the beauty of her flawless skin once again making every other woman in the world pale in comparison. When it was the day before my birthday I remember she winked at me, giving me an urgent need to leave the room quickly before she caught sight of my obvious arousal. On my birthday we celebrated quietly, as we did all occasions. Though Mom was doing well at work, we were still not well off. Our small apartment was neat, but tiny and we didn't have a lot of room for extras. After a scrumptious meal, Mom produced two slices of tiramisu, a coffee flavored cake I never had before. She carried them from our dining table to the living room where she set them upon the coffee table and pulled out her pack of cigarettes from her purse. "Are you ready?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye. If my excitement hadn't already told her the answer, the week of hanging on to every exhaled cloud of smoke surely had. "Take a bite of cake first." I did as she asked and then accepted the cigarette she handed me. I remember it felt light in my fingers, fragile even. I had taken her condition of refraining from smoking so seriously I hadn't as much as touched one since that day. I turned it about in different directions, admiring the way it felt between my fingers, trying out the varying styles of holding one's smoke. Bringing it to my lips, holding it steady with my hand as Mom brought the lighter close, the flame wavering slightly from my heavy breathing. Pulling on the cigarette, I was delighted by the bright redness at the tip, suddenly feeling myself to be much more mature instantly. I fancied myself James Dean, who my mother had seemed to be very fond of. Although I'd seen her smoke thousands of times, I couldn't get the hang of inhaling. I held the ephemeral ball of lightness in my mouth, could taste it on my tongue and teeth, but that was as far as I could get. I exhaled and noticed right away that my smoke looked much different than hers. "It's okay baby," Mom said, noticing my concern. "It takes a little time to get it down. Here let me show you a trick." She took my cigarette from my hand, her soft fingers entwining with mine for a moment until she got a hold of it properly. The contact, while nothing unusual, sparked something in me that I had never felt quite as strongly. "I want you to breathe in through your mouth," she said, laughing when I opened my mouth and sucked in a lungful of air right away. "Silly goose, let me finish," she laughed, which sounded different than any laugh I had ever heard her use. The soft lilting sound, almost a sigh, combined with the way she cocked her head, exposing her soft, supple neck all had me thinking the room was spinning. "I'm going to inhale and then place my mouth close to yours, when I push the smoke out you take a breath in, okay?" I nodded, though I was still confused as to what we were doing. She scooted closer to me, my eyes darting down to try and sneak a peek down her blouse that was suddenly almost directly beneath my nose. Mom took a drag off the cig, the sound of burning tobacco loud in my ears as the heat of the cherry warmed my cheek, and then she was sucking in air through pursed lips. I waited and then she opened her mouth and I quickly followed suit, leaning in close so that there was less than an inch between us. I felt the hot smoke on my lips as she exhaled, though I completely forgot to breathe in, I was so caught up in almost kissing her. "Once more, mister. Remember to breathe in, okay?" she laughed again, that same sound that somehow sent signals all through my body. Another pull on the cigarette, her mouth open as though she was ready to kiss her lover, the red painted lips looming large in my mind, every crease and crack suddenly delectable to me, and then I felt the warmth again. I surged forward and inhaled deeply. My lips were pressed lightly against hers, I could feel her lipstick coming off and coating mine and then there was the sweet burn I'll never forget. The smoke entered my throat, blunted from having been through my mother's lungs already, I can still recall the euphoric feeling washing over my mind. She finished exhaling, though our lips were still touching and I knew I never wanted to move again. My heart was pounding so hard, I feared she could hear it, was afraid it might burst from my chest. I held still, exhaling the smoke back across her lips, my hot breath on her face. I didn't know it then, but something changed in Mom that night. She offered to do the whole thing again, pulling on the cigarette and then blowing the smoke into my mouth, our lips always on the verge of a kiss, but never quite enough pressure to make it so. A dozen or more times I stared into her clear blue eyes, peering into her soul as she filtered the smoke for me, breathing in and out for both of us. "Are you ready to try one on your own?" she asked, but I declined. Somehow the thought of smoking the normal way was abhorrent to me, I only wanted to smoke the way she had taught me. She gave me a curious look, cocking her head once again. When did her neck begin to look so good? I wondered. "Maybe tomorrow night," I croaked. Mom stared at me a long time, pulling out another cigarette, this time exhaling the smoke directly into my face as we sat close together on the couch eating bites of the cake. I closed my eyes with each breeze of cloudy sweetness, enjoying this new found intimacy with my mother. She would give me long looks between drags, appraising me carefully, her eyes scanning up and down my body when she thought my attention was turned. I had done so much surreptitious admiring of her over the years; her amateurish attempt was almost amusing. It suddenly made me feel very good though, in a way I'd never experienced. The days between my sixteenth and eighteenth birthdays were filled with subtle changes. Nothing anyone would point to in the moment and say 'This is inappropriate' but looking back on the whole of the following two years, there was a definite shift that would make anyone ask some serious questions. Mom's nightly after dinner smoke turned into 'smoke kisses', as I came to call it, where we would repeat our special method of smoking. The first night after my birthday she was hesitant to do it again, that pained, wistful look coming over her eyes. My gentle pleading won her over though and soon I was once again a hair's breadth from kissing her open mouthed. I took to wearing either very loose shorts, or conveniently piling a blanket over our laps to hide my growing arousal. Our closeness was becoming comfortable, familiar, more so than ever before. It had always been us against the world, as Mom was fond of saying, but now it seemed we shared a secret that we kept hidden from that cold, cruel place outside our door. As much as I looked forward to our nightly ritual, cursing those rare occasions where we were prevented, I think Mom coveted those moments as much as I, if not more. Her hand would lie gently on my shoulder, holding me steady or keeping herself from leaning that last fraction of an inch, I'll never know, but I loved the feel of her touch on my body. I came to crave it as much as the smoke, my body burning up wherever she laid her fingers on me. She was not alone in the furtive touching. My hands frequently held on to her slender waist, resting on the flare of her hip, sending the undeniable signals to my brain, triggering all of the expected responses from a horny teenaged boy in close contact with a woman who was less than his age when she bore him. Her sweet perfume filled my nostrils until the smoking started, and then it was all I could do not to kiss the exposed flesh of her neck. Still a neophyte in the ways of love and seduction, I did not understand the spell that had been woven around me, though I don't believe that it was intentional on my mother's part. The changes were not confined to the living room. After our 'smoke kisses' Mom would retire and take a hot shower. She would emerge wrapped in a towel around her hair, another about her body, tucked snugly just under her arms. Her vibrant, steaming flesh, seemed to call out to me as she crossed my line of sight, grabbing some forgotten item from her purse in the kitchen. My eyes would follow her form, never varying as I studied the shapely form of her exposed legs and the roundness of her firm bosom beneath the terry cloth. Other times she would paint her finger and toe nails, blobs of cotton tucked between them as she waited for them to dry. All the while I would be sneaking glances at her, as terribly un-sneaky as she was, I'm certain now, though back then I thought I had her fooled. It was near Christmas when I was seventeen, when one of the most important moments occurred between us. She was in the bathroom, the mirror steamed over from her recent shower, the scent of her soap strong in the air as she used some dark pencil to apply a thin line under her eye. "Danny!" she called to me, breaking me from the spell of my homework. "Come light me a smoke." Mom was the last person to still call me Danny. From anyone else the childish name grated on my nerves, but I never tired of hearing it come from her lips. By this time I smoked normally, though I never turned down the opportunity for our 'smoke kisses'. I happily complied, though I trudged along like it was torture. She shot me an annoyed look, knowing full well that my act was exactly that. I pulled the cigarette from her case, flicking the lighter and pulling hard on the filter. The cherry burned brightly, and still I continued to pull on it, the ash growing long in a few short seconds. "You shit!" she cried, swatting my arm playfully. It was the first time I'd heard her curse and my eyes opened wide in amazement. She reached for the cigarette when I removed it from my lips, but I pulled it away from her, instead offering my mouth with tendrils of smoke drifting out lazily. Her face softened, that mischievous look I'd seen on occasion replacing her ire. Mom came closer, her mouth opened as if she we were going in for a kiss, her eyes closed lightly and then I was feeding her the smoke the way she had done for me so many times before. I could hear her draw it in, the sucking of air through her lips so close to mine. "Oh Robbie," she whispered at last and my eyes flew open. Mom was lost in some dreamland and somebody named Robbie was there with her. I pulled away, a pain in my chest I had never felt before and a sudden urge to run and hide. I dropped the cigarette into the sink, the running water quickly putting it out in a hiss. Mom looked up, her spell broken as I was walking away. "Danny? What's wrong? Where are you going?" she called after me, but I refused to answer. I shut myself in my room and, for the first time in years, I cried. Mom pounded on my door, imploring me to let her in, but I just sobbed through her cries. Finally she let me be, realizing that I'd come out sooner or later, I guessed. A couple hours later I got up from my bed and went to open the door, Mom fell back, her head landing on my feet instead of the worn carpet. Mom and I Against the World She looked up at me, embarrassed and annoyed at the same time. It took me a minute to realize that she'd set herself at my door so that she'd be right there waiting for me when I decided to come out. Helping her to her feet we sat down on my bed, the soft light of a single lamp casting our faces in long shadows. "I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to upset you," she said, her hand cupping my face lovingly. "Who is Robbie?" I asked sullenly. Mom stared at me for a long moment, swallowing hard before she answered, "Your father." In seventeen years he'd always been 'The Sperm Donor', he never had a name and not a single time had Mom ever said anything that was remotely close to missing him. I was still torn, unsure of how to interpret what had happened. I shouldn't have worried, Mom could see the torment in my face and she was determined to make it right. "Your father was only a few years older than me," she began. "He was a bad boy, as my mother would say, and he smoked. When I was thirteen there was nothing cooler than smoking, and your father was hotter than hot with a cigarette in his mouth. He would hang around the shop where my dad worked, always trying to find some way to make extra money to buy a pack of smokes. Daddy tried to keep him away from me, but he couldn't keep me away from him. "One day after Robbie bought a new pack of smokes I snuck out into the alley where he would light up and I asked him to teach me to smoke. He just laughed, calling me a little girl and that I wasn't woman enough to handle smoking. Well that only made me more determined, and so I told him I was too 'woman' enough and I could prove it. He asked me how I was going to do that, but I couldn't answer him. "After chuckling at my predicament he finally came up with an answer. He said a real woman knew how to kiss, if I showed him I knew how to do that he'd teach me how to smoke. Well, I'd kissed a few boys so I figured this was no big deal. I walked right up to him, my hands clasped behind my back and I leaned up towards his mouth, presented my puckered lips and waited. "After what seemed like forever, I opened my eyes and Robbie was just standing there, staring at me. He blew a cloud of smoke into my face and I was so angry I called him all kinds of awful things. He just laughed at my childish name calling, saying I wasn't even woman enough to curse properly. I started to pound on his chest with my fists until he double over laughing at me. "I was never so angry in my entire life. I stormed off and I didn't come back to the shop for a long time. When I returned, Robbie was still there, this time he was a bit nicer to me. He was working in the shop now on a regular basis and I guess he figured he'd better play nice with me. Daddy would give us stern looks anytime we talked too long and I was always being shooed out of the shop. "One day when Daddy was gone on a trip, I went to the shop to see Robbie. There wasn't much going on, he was just waiting for someone to show up needing a tire repaired, or anything really. I asked him to teach me to smoke again, and he laughed softly, asking if I'd learned to kiss yet. I hung my head and said no, but he didn't laugh this time. "I'll teach you to do both', he offered and we went into one of the back offices, a room with no windows and boxes piled high. He lit a match and then touched it to his cigarette, the burning tip the only source of light in the dark room. He showed me the trick of opening your mouth and letting someone blow in smoke while you inhale. And then he kissed me. His mouth covered mine and his tongue was everywhere at once. I'd never felt something so incredible in all my life, Danny. I was in love with him in a heartbeat." Mom paused, her tale having taken its toll on her as tears streamed down her face. "Daddy threw him out, threatened to turn him into the police after I turned up pregnant," she sobbed. "I chased after him, tried to run away with him, but he didn't want me, us." There was another long pause as she was wracked by tears again and I held her close to protect her. "You look so much like him, so handsome, but you are so sweet, kind and loving. Everything I ever wanted." "You've got me mom; it's you and me, against the world," I whispered. Mom was distant for a while after that, our evening ritual of 'smoke kisses' came to an abrupt halt and I didn't press the issue. I think it was a month, maybe more, before we really opened up to each other as we had before, but I could still feel a tension between us. I didn't understand then, but it was Mom holding back. Something cracked on that night of my sixteenth birthday and that night in the bathroom had put another large split in the dam. She was keeping in check powerful emotions that I was only beginning to guess at that were stirring wildly in me. My eighteenth birthday came upon us in the spring, graduation looming not far behind. College applications had been sent off and a few responses had come back, though many of them were for far-away places. I couldn't understand why she insisted that I apply to schools so far away, but the further they were the more she liked them. She positively squealed when I'd been accepted to Arizona State University. The scholarships were too good to turn down, so I signed the commitment letter and I'd be off across the country almost as soon as school was out. I wasn't so excited, the prospect of leaving my mother was not one that filled me with any kind of happiness. I'd suffered from teasing at school, many of the other kids calling me names such as 'Momma's Boy' and 'panty-waist' on numerous occasions because of my devotion to Mom. My lack of dates, though I had been asked out by a couple of girls, only seemed to reinforce my social awkwardness. So it was with dread I watched the calendar count down the days to the end of school. The last week of high school is pretty much a formality. All the tests have been taken, all that is left is for us to walk across the stage, the school's only real task was to keep us out of trouble. There were parties of all sorts and though I attended a couple, my heart really wasn't in it. Mom noticed, and though she gave me smiles and a far-away look, she wasn't much help. It was supposed to be the happiest time of my life and here I was spiraling down into a depressive pit. The night of graduation was bitter sweet, I was happy to be done with high school, but it was marking the end of everything else that I held dear, especially my time at home. I spent my time in the bleachers staring at my mother sitting in the crowd, my heart aching as I could only think of leaving her. My feelings for her had grown beyond anything a son should feel for his mother, I knew that. Her insistence that I leave home seemed to indicate to me that she felt it too, and felt the need to separate us before her unspoken fears came to pass. I knew exactly what she was afraid of, we'd both felt the incredible tension that had built up between us, we were either going to explode or I was going to do something that would make her hate me forever. Graduation was over and we left the ceremony, shaking hands with a few close friends and teachers who had meant a lot to me, with my arm around my mother, my eyes unwavering from her pretty face, we walked to our car and drove home. It was quiet as we entered the apartment, loosening my tie as I stepped into my bedroom, most of my belongings packed up in suitcases by the bed. With a heavy sigh I returned to the living room and slumped onto the couch, rubbing my eyes to keep from crying. "Care for a smoke?" Mom asked as she pulled two cigarettes from her pack. She popped one into her mouth, it hung from her lip delicately as she offered me the other. I accepted it, though I just stared at the white cylinder in my hand. The sound of the lighter was loud in my ears, the scrape of flint against steel and the quiet rush of compressed gas being released. I closed my eyes and I was sixteen again. "Light?" she asked, holding up her pink lighter questioningly. I shook my head and pulled her to sit next to me. "Like you taught me," I said. When she pulled on the cigarette I leaned in close, my mouth opened as I pressed my lips lightly against hers. Mom blew the smoke into my mouth and I inhaled deeply, that familiar rush and the euphoric feeling washing over my brain. It all happened automatically, I didn't care anymore and suddenly I knew it. Pushing forward, my lips crushed against hers, my tongue swiping into my mother's open mouth. The sweetness, the absolute heaven of kissing my mother for the first time like a man, and not just her son, was better than a thousand first cigarettes. For the briefest second I feared I'd made a huge mistake, that this one kiss was going to cost me everything, but then she let out the softest moan. Mom's hand rested on my shoulder, the cigarette burning steadily in her fingers, and then she slid it around and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me tighter against her. Our mouths opened and closed in increasing speed, our tongues battling over each other, tasting, licking, exploring the other in ways we had dreamed of for so long, but had held back with pain. I felt as if my heart was going to explode in happiness, and when we pulled back gasping for breath I wasn't surprised to see the tears streaming down Mom's face. I cupped her face, kissing away the salty tears, my mouth drawn to hers again as I couldn't wait another moment to do it all again. I covered her lips with my mouth, sucking her in, drawing her into my body, my soul. Mom began to shiver, a quaking that was overtaking her body. It wasn't sexual, she was trembling like a leaf as I kissed her so fiercely, our bodies pressing as close as we could possibly get on that couch. I stopped, fearing that something serious was wrong, but she just looked up at me with such love filled eyes, the tears still coming unbidden and unstoppable. "I love you," she said through whimpers, wiping at her eyes, embarrassed by her reaction. "I can't leave you," I whispered pressing my nose against hers. The smell of her filled me with such an ache, the thought that we would be separated tearing at my heart. I clutched her tightly, my fingers digging into her flesh as I wrapped myself around her. "I know, I know," she soothed, her breath soft on my ears as my face was buried in her bosom. She took a drag off her cigarette, pushing me away so she could find the ashtray and stub out the butt. I leaned close to her, intoxicated by the way her eyes closed and her lips parted as she anticipated the kiss I was going to lay on her. It was as if the last two years had been prelude, the courtship to the relationship we were waking up to now, and still she was my mother, a fact I couldn't ignore for even the briefest moment. Her hand found my thigh, the soft weight of her touch sending jolts through me as her fingers inched up towards my groin. She giggled through our kiss, a huff of air and her eyes widening as my body reacted to her unexpected, yet welcome exploration. My mouth grew dry, and I swallowed hard trying to contain myself, beads of sweat popping out on my forehead. "I've never-" I started, my hand grabbing her wrist and holding it in place. Mom just looked at me, her eyes sweet and understanding, "I know, baby. I know." She kissed me with a growl, her teeth biting at my lower lip gently. "I've dreamed of this," I quaked, letting go of her hand, allowing her to continue the sweet torture of almost touching my straining manhood. She looked at me with wonder and suddenly I was afraid that I might have revealed too much, it isn't every boy who admits to his mother that he's had sexual dreams of her. "You and me both, baby," Mom whispered, her silky tongue swiping at her painted lips as she pressed down fully on the ridge of flesh tenting my slacks. "Ooh," she cooed in apparent delight, using two hands to measure the size of my package, pressing down on the material around it to get a clearer impression of my equipment. "I want to do something special," she said quickly, scooting off the couch and setting on her knees before me. She undid the clasp at the top of my fly and then lowered my zipper. The sound of metal against metal loud in my ears as I held my breath, mom's fingers brushing lightly over the underside of my cock, the tight briefs confining my fully extended flesh. I waited for more, my eyes closed as I breathed out, trying to relax as much as I could, but my stomach was doing flips while tied in knots. Then I heard the familiar flick of the lighter and I looked to see that Mom had fired up another cigarette, her mouth filled with the smoke that I had grown up associating with sex. She exhaled, blowing the smoke across my opened trousers, the ephemeral cloud disappearing into my clothes and the cushion. She laughed that musical laugh again as my cock twitched, a dark spot appearing at the tip where I began to leak. With care she peeled back the underwear, urging me to lift my butt so that she could pull my pants and briefs over my hips. My cock sprang free, bouncing to slap against my stomach once and then resting in a proud, upright position. I looked at my body and then up at Mom to see her reaction, the first and only woman to see my sex. Her look of delight filled me with confidence and I felt a surge that I could have sworn made it grow even further. Mom glanced up at my face, a devious smile upon her lips. She took another hit on the cigarette, holding the smoke in her mouth without inhaling. I watched in fascination as she exhaled the opaque cloud over my cock, the feel of the warm air brushing my sensitive skin causing me to flex and shift in pleasure. The sight of my genitalia surrounded by the smoke that had been in her mouth was symbolic of the vicarious desire to be inside of her, to feel her lips wrapped around my aching flesh. "Ahh, I knew you'd like that," she breathed. "You used to watch me smoke all the time; I knew what was going on in that little head of yours. Tell me baby, is it everything you thought it would be?" I could only nod in short, jerky motions, biting my lip tightly as I tried to contain the impending explosion that threatened to release at any moment. Mom caught on to my dilemma, her eyes narrowing and lips pursing together tightly as her hand slid up my naked thigh towards my twitching cock. I let out a long gasp as her cool fingers curled around my shaft, her soft skin enveloping me in a sure grip and then she stroked me. Three long, sensuous strokes is all it took before cum shot out of my cock in a fury of pent up, never to be believed release. Mom gasped her surprise, working my flesh steadily as she stroked me through five strong pulses and then slowly pumped out the last dribbles that washed over her hand, coating her fingers in my seed. I watched as she took another drag off her cigarette, inhaling deeply this time and then blowing across the tip of my cock, eliciting one last dollop of sticky cum to bubble forth. With a broad smile she leaned close and licked the head of my cock, leaving it clean when she withdrew her tongue. I did not lose an inch of hardness, my desire still as strong as before as Mom proceeded to lick me clean, getting every drop of salty sweet cum into her mouth. By the time she was finished I was shaking, ready for more and becoming increasingly impatient. I clawed at her, trying to remove her jacket and blouse, her laughter taunting me as she backed out of reach. Standing before me she motioned for me to stay reclined as she began to remove her clothing. First the jacket was tossed aside and then her high heeled shoes were kicked off carelessly. My eyes scanning up from her legs exposed beneath her skirt up to her face, lingering on the sweet breasts hidden by her silk blouse. She reached up under her skirt and worked her pantyhose off, the tan ball of nylon tossed over her shoulder as she began to unbutton her shirt. Licking my lips, I waited breathlessly as she revealed the lacy bra that held her twin orbs of delight. I'd seen her lingerie in the laundry untold number of times, imagined how she looked in them, but my visions only paled in comparison to the beauty I beheld. Her breasts were high, tightly compact with thick round nipples, the dark circle of the areola larger than I'd seen in the magazines, but much more exciting to my taste. Mom stared down at me, her hip cocked to the side as she slid the silk off her shoulders, her creamy skin begging to be caressed and kissed. I thought she'd undo the bra, but Mom had other ideas. Next came the skirt. A quick snap and the dragging of a zipper, once again seemingly loud in the otherwise quiet apartment, only our labored breathing a counterpoint to its dull declaration that she was revealing herself to the one person most forbidden. The soft grey material slid to the floor in a whisper, her toned body on full display for me to devour. Her pose was more erotic than any I'd seen in any magazine, her hand was on her hip, the elbow bent as she presented herself to me, confident and radiant all at once. I stared in awe as Mom stood stock still, allowing me to drink in the sight of her, my cock wavering in anticipation as more blood pumped to it, responding to my desire to claim her. My eyes drifted over the soft curve of her hip, the high cut peach panties hugging her snugly before diving between her legs where her mound was covered in peek a boo lace that barely hid the well-trimmed hairs covering her sex. There was a small gap above where her thighs came together and I was mesmerized by the fit lines of her bare legs, the softness of them calling out for my touch. It seemed an eternity she stood there before straddling my thighs as she moved to sit astride my body. She pressed my hardened flesh against the front panel of her underwear, the feel of the lace softly scraping against my hyper sensitive skin sending me into a fit of groans and grinding. My hands were drawn to her waist, sliding up along the hourglass curve of her figure, ending as my fingers covered her breasts. Moaning softly, Mom pressed my fingers into her flesh, encouraging my exploration as her nipples hardened rapidly, poking out from the cup like diamond tips. "It's always been us," she whispered, her eyes misting once again as new tears threatened to spill. It was a strange dichotomy, the sight of her on the verge of crying and the feel of her steamy sex pressing down on the inner curves of my thighs. She took my left hand and brought it to where our bodies touched, the damp panties keeping us apart for the moment. Slipping my fingers between her skin and the satin material I pulled it to the side, the puffy lips of her sex coming into clear view, the fine blond hairs laying serenely against her skin. The fold of skin protruding from those tender mounds of flesh slick, evidence of her arousal confirming her desire for this union. "Take me," she sighed and I needed no further encouragement. I pushed up with my hips, her body rising as she lifted herself up with her knees, my cock lining up with her opening while I held the panties aside, the feel of it scraping against my shaft as my girth forced her open as she brought her weight to bear. "Oh god," she shuddered, her eyes closing, but the lids fluttering wildly as she sank onto me. "Holy christ, mother of god," I blasphemed. No delight on earth can compare to the feel of sinking your cock into your mother's sweet pussy. It was heaven and yet I knew I was committing my most grievous sin ever. It was heat incarnate, like the fires of hell licking at us while we profaned the sanctity of the home of Angels. "Oh baby," Mom moaned, her body rising and falling, her stomach and hips undulating as she rocked her pelvis against me, my body one with hers as she had done with no man since she conceived me. She grabbed her breasts, squeezing them tightly as she continued our dance, her face contorted in delightful torture. Mom and I Against the World I slid my hands to cup her bottom, the cheeks of her tight ass, smooth and supple to rival that of any coed I could ever imagine, filled my palms. Kneading the pliant flesh, I licked my dry lips, trying to maintain control of my body as Mom rode me like her stallion. "Oh shit," she cried, biting her lip sharply as she clenched her eyes shut, her fingers digging into my chest as her writhing ceased and she held on for dear life as an orgasm ripped through her. The flood of her tight channel soaked my cock in a liquid furnace, the grasping, clutching feel of her sex unlike any sensation a virgin could have imagined. I was no match for the power of her climax, my own drawn out of me, my body answering that primitive need to deposit seed in the welcoming flower. "Oh Mom, Mom..." I called out, unable to hold back this second explosion, my hands grabbing her hips and pulling her down forcefully as I thrust into her as far as I could go. A gasp was ripped from my chest as I felt her body clench again, another flood of heat about my sex as she came once more, the unbelievable feel of her pussy milking me, causing me to wince in exquisite torture as her body tried to coax as much from me as it could. Mom slumped on to me, our sweaty bodies pressed together in the quiet, our gasping breath filling the room, the scent of sex thick in the air. We lay together like that for some time. I was afraid to move, to break the spell that had come over us, that if I were to shift Mom might wake up and suddenly realize she'd made a horrible mistake. In the end it was she who pushed back so that she could look at me, a tender, loving smile upon her face. Whatever worries I might have had evaporated by the look in her eyes as she once again leaned close, her eyelids dropping and her mouth opening for yet another kiss. "Forever?" I asked quietly. "Forever," she answered. I carried Mom to her bedroom, pushing open the door with my foot. I was surprised to see four large suitcases piled at the foot of the bed. A quick glance revealed a bare closet, only a single dress on a hanger, and a room devoid of all the trinkets she'd collected over the years. Our tiny apartment didn't have much, but I thought I might have noticed if she packed it up under my nose. "When did you do this?" I asked, incredulous. "Over the last week. What ever we leave behind we can buy new in Arizona." I took a look at her bed, a single blanket covering the old mattress and decided that wasn't going to do. I turned around and headed to my room, the bed may have been unmade, but at least I still had sheets and pillows. With a whoop I dropped Mom on my bed, her naked body bouncing lightly, a sight that I never believed could happen. She welcomed me into the mess of blankets and limbs with open arms, her legs spreading wide as I crawled between them. I kissed her forcefully as I lay atop her, our bodies joining together without a thought, my cock sliding into her hungry pussy with a noisy slurp. Our first coupling had been sweet and tender, almost hypnotic; this time we were animalistic in nature, the grunts, clawing and prodding as we came together with primal need, our lust not nearly sated. Before it was over Mom pushed me away, turning so that she was facing the foot of the bed, her delectable ass high up in the air, beckoning me to take her from behind. "Oh that's it baby, fuck me. Fuck me. FUCK ME!" she screamed. I worried for a moment what the neighbors would think, but then it dawned on me, we were moving tomorrow, who gave a fuck what they thought? "You like that Mom? You like it when your son fucks you? You like that I'm a mother fucker?" Her cursing had unleashed a demon in me, my mouth suddenly dying to say all those words I'd been slapped for growing up. "Oh god yes," she huffed, her body being thrown backwards and forwards by my thrusting, her chest rubbing against the bedspread as I drove into her. "Fuck Momma baby, fuck Momma," she gasped as she came, her pussy clamping down on my cock hard as the orgasm roiled through her loins. As it passed she seemed like a rag doll, tossed by the vigorous fucking I was giving her, and I slowed, worried that I might have hurt her. She looked back over her shoulder, a weak smile ensuring that she was okay, her eyes rolling back in her head as another small orgasm rippled through her body. The sight of her before me, open and vulnerable- sexier than any woman I'd ever seen, my dream girl, made it impossible to hold back any longer. With a howl I drove into her as far as I could, holding her hips back tightly, her ass cheeks pressing up against my lower stomach as my cum tore through me. With a pained gasp I felt the scalding seed shoot into her, my eyes locked onto her blue ones, the knowledge that I was filling my mother with my sperm was the most triumphant feeling ever. We lay for a long time, drifting off to sleep with a light sheet pulled over naked forms. Somewhere in the middle of the night I awoke to the sounds of suitcases being dragged into the living room. Getting up from the bed, pulling on a pair of shorts, I found Mom hauling our luggage to her beat up old car. I grabbed my stuff and put it in the backseat, along with hers and within minutes everything important to us was loaded up. With one last look back, we left the only home I'd ever known. Driving west out of Pennsylvania, the sun coming up behind our backs, the world was suddenly new and exciting. We didn't talk much, just enjoyed the next chapter of our lives, looking forward to all the new possibilities. On our second day out I asked if we could stop in Las Vegas. Mom just stared at me for a moment, her lip suddenly beginning to twitch almost imperceptibly. With a quick nod she turned back to the road and nothing was said of why I wanted to make the detour. That night we stopped at a hotel and as Mom was signing in I noticed she used Mr. and Mrs. Robertson. Our real last name is Morley. I smiled at her little joke and carried her over the threshold to our first hotel room together, shutting the door with a kick. We made love twice that night, Mom holding on to me with an almost death grip as we slept. This was all still pretty new to her I guessed, and the last man she'd been intimate with had taken off in a big hurry. Who was I to complain? I woke her by lapping at the pink gash between her legs, my tongue exploring her folds and lips lovingly, luxuriating in the sheer pleasure of making her happy. "You will have to stop calling me Mom," she said without preamble as we drove down the dusty highway, the motel disappearing behind us in the morning sun. I looked at her, the wind whipping strands of blond hair about her face, her small hands trying to catch them and push them behind her ears. "Amanda?" I asked, the sound of her given name strange upon my lips. Mom smiled, that familiar, almost pained look upon her face. She nodded, biting back tears. "Amanda and Danny, together against the world," I declared loudly, bringing a wide smile to her face. Pulling into Las Vegas I drove the car around until I found a pawn shop. We browsed through rack after rack of rings until we found a pair that we liked, and could afford. Mom pulled out an envelope full of cash and counted out the bills on the spot. The guy behind the counter kind of gave us a wary look, but he said nothing. Wee Kirk o' the Heather was a house turned chapel, the front yard filled with large manicured bushes and a tall steeple. With tightly clasped hands we raced up the steps and through the door. The ceremony was quick and simple, though the lady who took down all of our information gave us some long looks. I worried they might catch on, but all we got was a half muttered, "Wouldn't be the first set of cousins we married." Our first kiss as man and wife was as magical as that first 'smoke kiss' on the sofa, but once it was done Mom insisted that we get out of town. She wasn't having anyone tracking us down and making us undo what we'd done. Racing for the Arizona border Mom's eyes were filled with an almost maniacal look that didn't recede until we were across the state line. As we passed the sign announcing our arrival she took hold of my face and kissed me hard on the lips. "I love you, baby," she said and then gave out a happy holler that I can still recall to this day. Our honeymoon night was spent in a tiny hotel room on the outskirts of Tempe, Arizona. In addition to the normal love making Mom gave me a special gift that she repeated for me many times over. She lit a cigarette and would show me the ball of smoke in her mouth, and then she'd take my cock between her lips, inhaling in the smoke as she sucked me. Over and over she would do this until the cigarette was gone. That first night I barely lasted more than a few puffs, but the sight of the smoke billowing out around my shaft was one of the most erotic sights I've ever enjoyed. Over the years I enjoyed Mom's 'smoky blowjobs' many times, it was one of our favorite bedroom antics. We found a small house near the campus of ASU, not a rental, but one Mom could afford to buy. She'd been scrimping and saving for years, hoping that one day we'd leave for a place where we could be who we had hid for so long. That's why she was so excited we were moving so far away from home, no one would ever know us as mother and son, only as man and wife. She found work as a real estate agent, the test to transfer her license pretty trivial for a smart woman like her. I went into school and buried myself in my studies, succeeding as Mom always knew I would. By the start of my second year of school Mom gave birth to Heather, our first child. Mom named her after the chapel we'd gotten married in. After the birth of our girl it was the first time since we'd become intimate that I'd had to abstain from making love to her. Not that I minded the new joy of taking care of a baby, but by the time six or seven weeks passed I was definitely feeling pent up. After a particularly rough afternoon I was enjoying one of the left over cigars I'd passed out announcing the birth of our baby, my feet propped up as I reclined in a second hand leather lounger. I looked up at the sound of Mom coughing and was amazed to see her standing in the doorway. Show wore a baby doll nightie, the filmy material only enhancing the sight of her heavy breasts held in place by a half cup bra, the lacy cups lifting them up to be suckled upon. The bottom of it barely covered her hips, leaving her pussy peeking out below. All of that was more than enough to get my motor revving, but it was what she did next that sent me into orbit. Mom came towards me, her exaggerated walk swaying her hips in wide arcs as she played up to my rapt attention, blowing me small kisses as she tiptoed around me, avoiding my grasping fingers as she spun around my chair. When I finally caught hold of her hand I pulled her into my lap, she laughed that musical sound I so loved to hear and then she kissed me deeply as I leaned into her. She took the cigar from my hand and put it to her mouth, sucking on the leaf wrapper until the end was glowing bright red and then letting the smoke laze out of her mouth as I had taught her. The sweet taste of the cigar was strong in her mouth when I kissed her again. "Want a special treat?" she asked me, her eyes twinkling. I nodded quickly and then she got up, handing me back the cigar before she stepped over and opened my humidor. She pulled out a fat, thick cigar that I'd been given by a professor who shared the penchant for smoking. I watched as Mom sat in the matching recliner across from me, pulling up her knees so that her sex was open and visible to me. She held the cigar lovingly in her hand, the dark brown color in stark contrast to her now tanned skin as she waved it under her nose, her tongue darting out to lick along the shaft suggestively. Groaning, my eyes opened wide in response to her teasing, my already aroused body not needing any further encouragement, but enjoying the sweet torment she was providing. Across her chest she dragged the cigar, tapping it against her up thrust tits, the heavy orbs jiggling sexily. Lower still she moved her hand, lazily across her stomach and then down across her stomach to her fur lined gash. I watch in wide eyed amazement as she slowly worked the tip of the cigar into her pussy, the wrapper quickly coated in her leaking cream. My brow furrowed and I pursed my lips, imagining the feel of my cock in its place, suddenly wanting to lick her juices from it. As if reading my mind, Mom took the cigar out of her cunt and lifted it to her open mouth, licking the wetness from the wrapper, tasting herself on it. Returning the tobacco filled cylinder to her sex, she worked it all the way into her body, just the cut end protruding out enough for her to hold on to. I watched as she worked it in and out of her body, could sense the shifts that heralded her impending orgasm. My cock was ready to burst as she bit back her cries, her face clenched tightly as she came on that cigar. When she finally pulled it out I chuckled because the once straight stogie was now bent considerably in one spot near the end. I took the now prized cigar from her hand, testing its scent and intoxicated by her sex mixing with the sweet tobacco. Putting it back in my humidor, I vowed to never smoke it. Mom was more than ready for me when I turned around, she had snuck up behind and me and was on her knees before me, loosening my pants before I knew what was going on. She engulfed my cock in her mouth in one motion, taking me to the back of her throat easily and sucking on me like I was her prized blunt. Mom was smart, I only lasted about a minute in her mouth before I flooded her with my pent up load. Looking down at her, my cock twitched with renewed vigor as my cum spilled out of the corners of her smile. That first shot out of the way, she lay me down on our large backless divan and then crawled on top of me, her slickened pussy drawing my cock deep into her with a single stroke. I sniff Mom's special cigar every time I open my humidor, though I have a much larger one now than I did back then. She's repeated her performance many times over, the scent of her permeates every stogie in my box. Some nights she'll go through and 'mark' a dozen or more. Later, we'll sit and burn a couple, commenting on how we think her special preservative has made them more tasty. It took me a long time to stop calling her Mom, especially around Heather. By the time Mark and Jenny were born she was Amanda to me. Our children never knew I was her first son. Lately we've been enjoying our grand children. Mom & I Are Dommes My fingers trembled as I helped Mom strap the dildo to her Venus mons. "Strap it on tight, baby," she said. "I don't want it to slip while I'm fucking this worm's brains out." The worm she was referring to dangled from a pulley just a few feet away. Mom and I had teamed up to screw clamps on his nipples. A cage had been placed over his cock to prevent an erection. A ball-gag in his mouth insured his silence. "Now bend over, darling, and I'll lubricate my cock in your pussy. I hope you're wet, otherwise this worm will suffer. Your pussy juice is the only lubricant I intend to use." Mom's thick rubber cock slid smoothly into my creamy cunt. I groaned as she pumped it in and out. "Oh, yes, Mom, fuck me, please fuck me," I pleaded. The slave ogled us through eyes glazed with lust. He groaned as the wire of the cock-cage bit into his swelling member. I gasped as Mom pulled her cock out of my pussy and turned to the slave. A few more thrusts would have done the job. "Take the gag out of his mouth," Mom said. Even though I was only an apprentice, I knew that whenever a dominatrix inflicts pain, the slave must be able to invoke the safe word that brings an immediate halt to whatever punishment is being inflicted. Mom allowed a slave to use the safe word only three times before terminating him as a client. There was a long waiting list for Mom's services, so replacements were not a problem. With a broad smile on her face, Mom guided the rubber cock between the slave's quivering ass-cheeks. "Now listen to me, scum. My cock is going up your ass one way or the other. If you relax, it will be much easier for you." The slave moaned as the rubber head stretched his anus and sucked in his breath when it popped into his rectum. Half of Mom's cock slid smoothly into his rear. "Thank my daughter for providing the lubricant. Thanks to her, my cock is all the way up your ass." Without lifting his head, the slave whispered, "Thank you, mistress." "I'm enjoying his ass so much that I have decided to allow him the pleasure of a hard-on. Take the cage off of his cock, darling. Then remove the clamps from his nipples and give his chest a whipping. You need to practice your stroke." The slave's unrestrained cock lurched to a full erection in less than a minute. It was a magnificent appendage fully eight inches in length and nearly as thick as my wrist. I sadistically tightened the nipple clamps one full turn before unscrewing them. Mom's "tools" hung from hooks along one wall. There were whips and paddles of all kinds, clamps, rings, even rat and mousetraps. Setting off a mousetrap with a guy's cock is great fun. After selecting a cat-of-nine-tails, I took aim on the slave's hairy, muscular chest. He grunted as I landed the first blow. "Harder, child. Really make it crack. You're showing him too much mercy, and that isn't what he's paying for. How is his cock, by the way?" "It's at full hard, Mom. It really is a beauty. Are we going to use it?" "There will be time for that later, baby. Now lay into that whip." The clamps had made the slave's bullet-sized nipples ultra-sensitive. I took aim on one and then the other. Each time I landed a blow, his cock lurched all the way to his belly. His superb erection was proof that he enjoyed what we were doing to him. "Mom, I'm afraid he's going to cum. Can we use his cock now?" I still had a lot to learn about the business. One thing a domme must never do is let the slave know that she desires him. Mom explained that to me in whispers as we removed the weights from the slave's ankles and lowered him to the floor. "Now stretch out and keep your hands at your sides, worm," Mom ordered. "And you had better not touch us. If you dare to cum before I give you permission, I will punish you severely, so hold it back." She turned to me and said, "You can use him first." Mom held the slave's cock up and I slowly impaled myself on it. It was hot and pliable, so much better than a stiff, cold dildo. Mom fondled my soft tits, then ran her hand down my body and found my clit. She skillfully masturbated me as I fucked the slave. I posted up and down on his sturdy cock and came almost immediately. I held up the slave's cock and watched it disappear into Mom's bush. I lapped at one of her beautiful nipples, then took it into my mouth and sucked like a hungry babe. "Oh, that's nice," Mom whispered. "It's been twenty years since you had my teat in your mouth." I followed Mom's example and fiddled with her swollen clitoris, but playing with it wasn't enough for me, and I soon kissed my way down her glorious body and caressed the nubbin with my tongue. The combination of a hard cock in her fuck-hole and a soft tongue against her cum-trigger was too much for her, and her voluptuous body was racked by a string of orgasms, each one stronger than the one that preceded it. I helped my trembling mother to her feet. "You made me cum too quick, worm," she said. Perhaps she had momentarily forgotten her role while riding the slave, but she quickly regained control. "I should not allow you the pleasure of an orgasm, but I will leave it up to my daughter." "Let him cum, Mom. I want to see the juice spurting from his cock." "Very well, then. Do you want his face or his cock?" "I'll take his face." Mom squatted over his genitals while I squatted over his handsome face. "Don't start until I start," Mom warned him. "And if you aren't finished by the time I'm finished, I won't let you cum." Mom and I let our bladders go at the same time. The slave opened his mouth wide to catch my warm pee. He jacked his cock furiously as Mom's amber fluid spilled down on it. Just as Mom and I were winding down, the slave came so hard that a gob of his cum hit my belly. Jism went flying in every direction. I felt vindicated as I watched the impressive display of male virility. Any guilt that had built up during the session was quenched. The slave was actually a highly-successful businessman. If I told you his name, you might even recognize it. He paid two-thousand dollars in cash to be beaten and humiliated by my mother and I. He and hundreds of other perverts had made my mother very wealthy, and I was on my way to becoming as rich as she was. Let me tell you how it all started. My mother and father parted company while I was away attending my first year of college. My father ran away with his mousy secretary and hasn't been heard from since. I never understood why he chose a woman who was far less beautiful than his wife. My mother continued to pay for my education. When I asked her how she managed it, she said that she had put away a nice nest egg during the marriage. Instead of taking summer off like most kids did, I took classes year round. I confess that I was promiscuous in college. I didn't learn until later that I had inherited my mother's robust sex drive. I graduated early with excellent grades. Mom rewarded me with an all-expenses-paid summer vacation in Europe. I got fucked in every major European city. By the time I returned home, I had a very healthy attitude about sex. Anything between two consenting adults was fine with me. When I returned home and saw Mom for the first time in nearly four years, I could hardly believe my eyes. She had always been very pretty, but during the marriage she hadn't taken much interest in her appearance. After the separation, she transformed herself into a radiant beauty. Curly blonde hair framed her angelic face. Every speck of makeup had been applied with the skill of an artist. Her hourglass figure drew admiring glances from both genders. Mom took me to one of the finest restaurants in town to celebrate my homecoming. She was wearing an original Versace dress that I'm sure had cost thousands and matching accessories that had cost thousands more. I was perplexed. Mom had a high school education and no skills outside the bedroom and kitchen. Where was her money coming from? "Mom, I don't understand. You must have a very good job to be able to afford all this. Maybe some rich guy took you on as a mistress." I meant it as a light-hearted joke, but it turned out to be close to the mark. "Well, it's more like several hundred men, and they do call me mistress. Honey, I've learned how to make more money than I ever dreamed possible. It's easy and it's fun. Do you know what a dominatrix is?" "Oh, Mom, you're kidding. I cannot picture you with a whip." "It's true, darling. I was hoping we could go into business together. We could make a fortune." "I could never hurt anybody, Mom. I feel bad when I swat a fly." "You feel bad because that fly wanted to live, just like every living creature. I wouldn't dream of hurting someone who didn't want it. At least agree to watch one of the sessions." A few days later, I was down in Mom's "torture chamber" watching her whip a husky banker. "Do you want to give it a try?" she asked, as she handed me the cat-of-nine-tails. I lay a light blow on one of his ass-cheeks. "Harder, dear. If they don't wince, you're not hitting them hard enough." I gave him a good one, and his butt-cheeks snapped together. With each blow, his big cock lurched all the way to his belly. Then on one lurch, it spewed a stream of watery cum halfway across the room. "LAY IT ON HIM, HONEY! IT WILL MAKE HIM CUM HARDER." As I savagely beat the banker's flabby ass, each blow seemed to force another cum-shot out of him. By the time he finished, my pussy was sopping wet. I was hooked. When word spread through the BDSM underground that a mother-daughter domme team was in business, we really hit it big. Wealthy men would pay plenty to be beaten and humiliated by a beautiful mother and her equally beautiful daughter. When she and I started having lesbian sex during the sessions, our slaves begged for appointments. One of our most pleasurable and lucrative sessions was with a wealthy Hollywood couple. You would be shocked to learn their identities, but you won't hear it from me. In our business, discretion is everything. One slip of the tongue and you might as well hang up your whips for good. The beautiful wife enjoyed watching her husband get worked over. I let out a soft wolf whistle when she removed her clothes. Although she was slightly over the hill and hadn't made a film in several years, her body was still God's work of art. She stretched out on the bed and slowly masturbated as she watched our performance. We started with suspension, something Mom is very fond of. When we finished, the screen idol was spread-eagled in the air with his long cock pointing at the floor. I never would have guessed that this very macho man - at least in his movies - would submit to this sort of thing. I was extremely nervous. I had once had a schoolgirl crush on the man and never missed his movies. Mom noticed my fidgeting and took me aside. "Calm down, baby," she whispered. "He's just another slave. Act like a pro." Mom and I put weighted clothespins on his nipples and a heavy weight on his long, hard cock to keep it pointed straight down. A Chinese wok was placed on the floor to catch his load. I cinched a noose around his balls and ran the cord back between his legs. I chucked a foot-long length of broom handle into an electric drill, greased it up with axle grease, and ran it into his ass. I gunned the drill as I worked the broomstick in and out. Every so often, I gave his balls a tug. When I had watched him up on the silver screen, I never dreamed I would someday fuck his ass. Meanwhile, Mom was working his ass over with a riding crop. She has a fondness for crops because they are more accurate than whips. Every square inch of his ass was soon as red as a beet. The combination of suspension, drilling, ball-pulling, and cropping, produced one of the most powerful ejaculations that I had ever seen. Until then, I had never heard a man scream during orgasm. We lowered him to the floor and ordered him to lick the wok clean, then we tied him to a post at the foot of the bed so he could watch us make love to his wife. Slaves are usually lucky if they get to cum once, but because we were entertaining celebrities, and they were paying a small fortune, we stayed at it all night to give them their fill. That session is worthy of a story all its own. Mom and I are Really Close My mom and I are very, very close. Even now at 40 years old (mom is 56) we're very close. Here's the story of how we got so close. My mom and dad married when she was 16 and he was 31. Not so uncommon in the rural area where they lived. Within a year (mom was still 16) my twin sister and I were born. My mom tells me that from the beginning my sister was bigger than me. As a very young boy I was rather sickly and puny, so much so that when it came time to start school my sister went right in and I was held back. So I grew up in this odd situation where my twin sister was a year ahead of me in school. When we were growing up we lived in an old house that only had a window unit air conditioner in our parents' room. Most of the time, in the hot weather, my sister and I would sweat it out in our own bedrooms. Fortunately my dad travelled quite a bit with his job and when he was gone mom would let us sleep in her room, with my sis sharing her bed and me on the floor. Just after our 18th birthday sis graduated from high school and left for college that June. By then I had gotten over my sickliness and had grown quite a bit. I was 6'1", about 190 lbs. and quite the football player. I guess being almost a year older than everyone else had its advantages. So about a week after we all drove to Austin to drop my sis off at school, my dad took off on one of his work trips. He was gonna be gone for a week. That evening, mom mentioned that I could sleep in her room since it was so hot out. So at bedtime I go into mom's room, just wearing an old pair of gym shorts, and start spreading the blankets on the floor. Mom was in the rest room getting ready for bed, but sticks her head out, sees me and tells me I don't need to do that, I can sleep in the bed with her since my sis is gone. Thinking the bed will be much more comfortable than the floor I was happy with the new sleeping arrangements. So I jumped into bed to wait for mom. A few minutes later mom walks out of the rest room and my jaw fell open. Mom was wearing a very short, very sheer, low cut nightgown that I had never seen. Her very large breasts (34D I later found out) were swinging freely in her gown as she walked. Her big nipples were clearly visible through the sheer material. Mom walked over to adjust the window blinds and as she reached up her gown lifted and I thought I could see the tip of her ass cheeks. By the time she reached the bed I had the biggest hard on of my life. She got into bed and laid there talking to me for a while. She then told me she was going to sleep, and leaned over to give me a good night kiss. As she did that her breasts almost fell out of her nightgown and I'm sure my eyes almost popped out of my head. She kissed me goodnight, turned to face away from me, turned out the lamp, and went to sleep. I didn't think I'd ever fall asleep, laying there so horny. I thought about getting up and sneaking into the restroom to jack off but decided against it and finally fell asleep. Sometime during the night, I must have rolled towards my mom, and hugged her from behind. I woke up with my arm over her, with her arm on top of mine, and realized that my hand was on her breast. I tried to pull my hand away but couldn't because her arm was on top of mine. I didn't want to wake her, but thought that I was gonna be in big trouble when she woke up and found me touching her like that. However my hormone driven teenage brain thought what the hell if I'm gonna be in trouble, I might as well enjoy it so I started moving my hand slowly over her breast squeezing gently. It took a few seconds but then I realized that I wasn't feeling any cloth over her tit. Holy shit, her nightgown must have slid over (it was very low cut) and her breast was uncovered and I was feeling it. This was the first time I had ever felt a breast, other than a few times on dates when girls had let me touch them outside their blouses. (I think my early health problems, and delayed growth had made me very shy and awkward with the girls). So here I am in bed with my mom, squeezing and feeling her breast, feeling her big nipple get hard, and her beautiful ass leaning against my crotch and my big hard on. I was in heaven, even if I knew the shit would hit the fan when mom woke up. Fortunately for me mom started to stir and moved her arm so I was able to get my arm and hand away from her chest and I moved away a bit from her. All of a sudden mom woke up, rolled on her back and looked at me to see if I was awake. She saw me and said good morning and asked how I had slept. The first thing I noticed as she lay on her back was that both of her tits were sticking out of her nightgown and both nipples were as hard as diamonds. I tried to carry on a conversation with her but it was hard. She figured I was just still half asleep and told me she was gonna get up and start breakfast, and I could sleep a little longer. I just nodded. Then she turned toward me to give me a good morning kiss and when she did her leg hit my crotch (and my big hardon). I'm not sure if I gasped, but mom got a strange look on her face and asked what shorts I was wearing. I told her it was my old gym shorts. She then reached out to my waist and tugged on the waistband of the shorts and asked how I could even sleep in these shorts since they were so small and tight on me. I tried to tell her that they were OK, but she was tugging at the waist and told me I should take them off so I could sleep more comfortable. I tried to tell her it was OK, but she was insistent. I finally said OK and lifted my hips and she yanked down my shorts. As she did that the sheet and blankets flew off and with my shorts down my hard cock flopped out uncovered. Mom was looking down and I heard her say "Oh, you're not wearing underwear!" I started to apologize but she said no that's OK; the main thing is to be comfortable. I noticed that the whole time she was talking to me she was looking down at my cock. I also noticed that her nightgown had ridden up, and she wasn't wearing panties either. The sight of my mom's very hairy pussy (this was the 80s) made my cock jump and get even harder. My mom asked if I was always like that. I asked what she meant, and she asked if it was always that big. Even though I was only 18, my cock was fully grown and just over 8". I told her it was only like that when I was excited. She asked if I meant like when I was looking at the magazines in my room. Busted, she had found my porn stash. I started to apologize for that but she said it was okay, and only natural to be curious about that stuff. She mentioned that the women were very pretty and could see how they would excite me. I told her she was prettier than all of those women and that's why I was so hard. She had a look on her face and then I looked down at her breasts and her uncovered pussy and she realized what she was showing me. She asked if that was really why I was so big and hard at that point. I said yes mom you're the prettiest woman I've ever seen. She kept looking at my cock, and then told me that the only man's cock she had ever seen or touched was my dad's, and that I was much bigger than him. I said really, and she just nodded keeping her eyes on my hard on. Then she shocked me by asking if she could touch me. I asked what she had said. She told me again that she had only ever seen and touched my dad, and was curious now about mine since it was bigger. I assured her that if she wanted to touch me she was more than welcome to. So here I am naked in bed with mom. Her tits and pussy are on display and she grabs my hard cock. I could have died right then and there a very happy young man. Mom squeezed my cock and rubbed it a bit. Then she shocked me again by asking if I had ever had done to me what the women in my magazines did. I asked what she meant, and she asked if a girl had ever put me in her mouth. I assured her that I had never done anything like that and had no experience with the girls. She then told me that she had always wanted to do that (give a blow job) and that her girlfriends had all told her about it, but that my dad would not allow her to do that to him (a whole other story). She then asked if she could do that to me. After calming down so I wouldn't have a heart attack, I assured her again that if she wanted to she certainly could. Mom wasted no time, and leaned over and took my cock in her mouth. Although she didn't really know what to do (hell neither did I) she started sucking and licking and within about 30 seconds I came a huge load in her mouth. She started to swallow and gagged a bit. When she looked up at me I could see her eyes tearing a bit and I thought I had done something wrong. I started to apologize for coming in her mouth but she assured me that it's what she wanted, and that she had enjoyed it. Mom lay back on the bed next to me as I was trying to come down from the wonderful feeling of my first blow job. I started to thank her. She then mentioned that there was something else that she had always wanted, but that dad refused her. I asked what it was, and told her I would do anything for her. She said she had always wanted to have what I just had. I looked at her a little puzzled, and she said she always wanted dad to lick her but he never would. She asked if I would do that for her and I told her I'd be thrilled to. So mom sat up, took off her gown and lay on her back with her legs spread. I moved between her legs and looked into the nicest hairiest pussy I had ever imagined. I had no idea what to do, but just started licking. I noticed as I licked her lips, that she was getting wetter. I flicked my tongue and over what I now know is her clit and she almost jumped out of the bed. I apologized and she said no, that it felt wonderful when I licked there. So I started licking and sucking on her clit. She had her hands in my hair and was pulling me into her pussy and I licked as much as I could. I felt her tense up and release and didn't realize she was cumming. She held my head there and I kept on and I think she came twice more. Finally she pushed me away. I thought I had done it wrong as I lay next to her but she assured me it was wonderful. She turned to me, hugged me and I felt those wonderful tits in my chest as she kissed me. I could still taste my cum in her mouth and I know she could taste her juices on my face. We talked a bit and she made me promise never to tell anyone about what we had done. I assured her I wouldn't. She then got up to go make breakfast and I saw my beautiful naked mom walk from the room. I figured this was a one-time thing, never to happen again, and I was fine with that. I didn't know how wrong I was. Mom and I are Really Close Ch. 02 So my beautiful 34 year old mom had just given me (18 years old at the time) my first blow job, which was also her first time to give one, had laid back and enjoyed her first time having her pussy eaten (which was my first time doing it). I watched her walk naked from the bedroom to go make breakfast and was in awe of how beautiful she was. At that time (22 years ago) she was 5'7", about 125 lbs, 34D, with large nipples and a beautiful ass. (Read my previous submission for the whole story). So after dozing for a few minutes mom comes in and wakes me for breakfast. I woke up with another hardon which I noted she was discreetly checking out, but knew that I had no time that morning to do anything else about it. So I went about my morning routine for that summer which included breakfast, then riding my motor scooter to the football camp which I was attending every morning. The big difference this morning was that as I sat thru breakfast my mom was sitting across the table in her low cut nightgown and we were looking at each other with a newfound kind of love (lust?). So 4 hours later I find myself back at home after my camp, walking into find a delicious lunch (as usual) being served by my beautiful mom in a very short low cut sundress and very obviously nothing underneath (very unusual but who was I to complain). Mom sat thru lunch with me and hurried me off to take a shower so that we (she did say we) could take our afternoon nap. A nap was typical for me after the grueling camp I went thru every day, but mom had never joined me. As I walked down the hallway to the bathroom, my mom called out for me to give her my dirty clothes so she could wash them. I told her I'd leave them in the bathroom for her, but she insisted that I just take them off there in the hallway and give them to her. A little embarrassed (not sure why considering all that had already happened that morning) I stripped in front of my mom and handed her my dirty clothes. As I handed them to her I could feel my cock starting to rise a bit and noticed her glancing down at it. In the shower I was very tempted to stroke one off, but figured I would wait and do that in bed. After my shower, as I dried off I realized I didn't have any shorts to wear out of the bathroom. I called out to my mom asking if she'd bring me a pair, and she just hollered back that they were all in the wash, and I didn't need shorts for my nap any way. So I just dried off, wrapped the towel around my waist and walked into her air conditioned bedroom, dropped the towel and got into bed. A few minutes later, as I was just beginning to doze off, my mom walked into the room, and asked if I minded if she joined me for my nap. Of course I assured her she was more than welcomed. I watched in awe as she reached down for the bottom of her sundress, lifted it over her head and got into bed naked. I also noticed that sometime while I had been gone that morning mom had taken the time to trim her very bushy pussy. Mom got into bed with me and started asking how camp had been and trying to carry on a normal conversation (as if that's possible for a teenage boy to do while lying naked in bed with his mom.) I was lying on my side facing her when all of a sudden she turned to face me, put her arms around me (oh those beautiful breasts naked against my chest) and told me how much she loved me. She asked me if I was ok with everything that had happened that morning. I assure d her I was and she looked at me and bashfully said there was something else she needed to ask me for. I assured her that I would do anything in the world for her. She again told me that my dad was the only man she had ever been with, and I told her I knew that (or had always assumed that). And she repeated what she had told me earlier that I was much bigger than my dad. I just nodded. And she said, well you're so much bigger, and your dad doesn't really "take care of me" much anymore, and well she wondered if I'd be willing to let her feel me inside of her. I know that I must be hearing or imagining things. Did my mom just tell me she wanted to fuck me? I again just nodded and assured my mom that I would do anything in the world for her. She got a big smile, reached down and grabbed my very hard cock and started rubbing it on her very wet pussy. I had to really concentrate to not cum before even getting inside of her. She moved her hips and slipped the head of my cock inside and I thought I had died and gone to heaven. She looked at me kissed me, and said I should get on top of her. She turned on her back and I got on top of her and thought I would just ram it home. I got the first inch or two in her and she gasped and asked me to go slow as she'd never had anything as big as me in her. She put her legs around me and guided me. After about five stokes I finally got all the way in, hitting bottom and having the most wonderful and intense feelings in my life. She held me tight and I guess knowing I wouldn't last long, told me to go for it. I stroked hard and fast and probably lasted 30 seconds before filling her with a big load of cum. I was in heaven and thought it could never get any better. I stayed inside her and could feel her muscles squeezing me till I got soft and slipped out of her. I lay next to her thinking how I had the greatest, and sexiest, mom in the world. I dozed off for a while and woke to my mom lying there staring at me. She noticed I had woke up and smiled at me. I smiled back and told her I loved her. She leaned in and kissed and I felt those wonderful tits on my arm. I put my arm around her and we lay there for a few minutes enjoying the closeness. I guess she noticed I was getting hard and reached down and grabbed it. She made a little joke about being ready again. I smiled and kissed her. She said she loved me and commented how much she was enjoying me. We were facing each other and I know she could feel my hard cock. She said to me that this time she was gonna be on top and pushed me onto my back. She climbed on top of me and rubbed her wet pussy all over my hard cock. Her big tits were swinging in my face and I leaned up and put my mouth on one and sucked on her big nipple. She moaned and reached down, grabbed my cock and lined it up with her opening. She lowered herself slowly down my cock taking me all in. She fucked me nice and slowly, taking her time and cumming on my cock. I lasted a little longer than the first time, and came so intensely I thought I would pass out. I have to say without a doubt that is absolutely the best sex I have ever had in my life. My dad was gone for three days on that trip and I slept in my mom's bed every night. We made love every night and morning, and a few times in between. It was the start of a wonderful loving chapter in our relationship. Whenever my dad would travel, which was pretty regular, I would sleep in my mom's bed and we would make love very often. When dad was in town my mom would tease me, and when we would get the opportunity would play around while dad was out. This went on for my entire senior year of high school. It made my decision to move away to go to college very hard. My dad was out of town for most of the last two weeks before I moved away and my mom and I were both insatiable. We made love all over the hose, in the back yard and even in my car. Unfortunately dad came home the day before I was to leave, so mom and I couldn't sleep together that night. That evening though, I noticed that she made sure my dad had a few extra glasses of wine with dinner and got him to bed as quick as she could. I had just fallen asleep when she came into my room. She looked so sexy when she climbed on top of me. I was hard in no time and she slipped me right in. We made love 3 times and she left my bed just as the sun was beginning to peek thru the window. I was definitely satisfied, although the lack of sleep made my drive the next day very difficult. My college life was great. Met a whole new group of friends and had more than a few girlfriends. I was asked by more than one how I had become such a good lover. Obviously I couldn't tell them, but it always made me smile inside. Unfortunately I only would make it home about 4 times a year. Mom and I would make love whenever we could sneak away on these trips. Fortunately (and unfortunately) she and dad divorced during my sophomore year of college. That made it much better for me when I would come home to visit her. We could sleep together and be much freer with our love. Another fortunate/unfortunate thing was that a couple of years later (my senior year in college) she met a man and got serious with him. I came home to visit and she was very excited to tell me about him. I was happy for her, but also sad when she told me how since she really loved him she felt guilty making love to me. Felt like she was cheating on him with me and it bothered her. We agreed that we needed to end our "affair". I know she could sense my disappointment, but then she smiled and told me we could end it after that weekend together. So we had a great weekend together. We made passionate love throughout her house. I guess knowing it was our last weekend "together" mad it that much more passionate and special. On Sunday afternoon, we took a "nap" together before I drove back to college. We made wonderful love, and as we lay there I told her how much I loved her and how I would always treasure everything we had together. I told her I would miss our lovemaking but was so very happy that she had found someone and that he needed to take care of her. As I made the eight hour drive back to college I thought of all the wonderful times mom and I had shared and realized that I was so lucky, and that even though I would never get to make love to mom again, I wouldn't trade our relationship for anything in the world. And so that ended that chapter of our lives. And I knew that we'd never make love again. And we didn't for the next 15 years. But that's for another story. Mom & I Are Swingers After serving three years of a four-year enlistment in the Air Force, I was discharged early because of my promiscuous behavior. I guess I deserved it. I once went to a swinger club near the base and offered to take on everyone. I wanted to see how many people I could have sex with in one night. I lost count when I passed out during a strong orgasm, but I took on at least thirty-five men and six women. Some of them must have been in the Air Force because word of my shameful behavior got back to the Base Commander. I got a good chewing out for that one, but they didn't kick me out. It was my fling with the Chaplain that did me in. I was on my knees blowing him when his wife walked in and caught us. He was cumming in my mouth at the time. The Air Force wanted to avoid a scandal so I was quietly discharged a few days later. Before I continue, I suppose I should describe myself. I am twenty-four, five foot two, and measure 35-24-36. I am told that I bear a strong resemblance to model Rachel Hunter. I get my looks from my beautiful mother. If she had a dollar for every wolf whistle that came her way, she would be rich. She and my father got a divorce while I was in the service. Naturally, Mom was curious about my early discharge. I told her that the Air Force was having a RIF, or Reduction in Force, and I had volunteered to get out early. She was skeptical until I showed her my discharge papers. The first order of business after arriving home was to find a job. I got one as a salesperson in a clothing store. I had to blow the manager to get it, and do him once a week to keep it, but that was no problem. He was a nice-looking guy and I enjoyed munching on his big salami. Mom had become quite a party girl and went out on dates two or three times a week. I began to suspect that my father had divorced her because she was unfaithful to him. I continued to behave like a slut but tried to hide it from my mother. My sex drive was so strong that I needed to be fucked often. And what better place is there to get a lot of fucking than a swinger club? I was thumbing through the Yellow Pages looking for something else when I came across an ad for The Trapeze, a "club for like-minded adults". A quick phone call confirmed that, like many swinger clubs, single women were always welcome and their admission was free. Many swinging couples prefer threesomes with women, so there is a lot of demand for them. I spent hours preparing for my first visit to The Trapeze. My makeup and outfit had to be perfect. Not that the clothes really mattered much. I planned on being out of them within a few minutes of walking in the door. The topless receptionist was a very pretty redhead with fantastic tits. She looked me up and down and winked. "Maybe we can get together a little later," she purred. "I think there's a good chance of that," I answered. Although I prefer men, I never pass up a workout with a good-looking gal. Even though it was early, there was already a nice crowd in the main room. Some clubs have a rule against nudity outside the play areas. I was pleased to see that this one didn't. I spotted two topless women and one completely naked couple. I headed for the locker room and a few minutes later returned wearing nothing but a garter belt, stockings, high heels, and jewelry. I love to parade around naked in front of hundreds of strangers. I can almost have an orgasm just doing that. Heads swiveled in my direction. Eyes widened. Jaws dropped. How I love being the center of attention! I took a stool at the bar and struck a sexy pose. After ordering a drink and paying for it with the bills I had stuffed down my stocking, I scanned the room looking for choice partners. I was soon approached by an attractive couple. The woman appeared to be in her thirties, had a very pretty face and a statuesque build. He was presentable but wasn't anything special. After chatting for a few minutes, I asked him how big his cock was. He unzipped his fly and pulled out a six-inch softie. I was sure it would swell up to at least eight inches. "Let's go," I said. We stopped by the locker room so they could shed their clothes and then headed for the party rooms in back. The largest room had at least twenty identical beds lined up in four rows. It could have been a hospital ward if not for the dozen couples indulging in various sex acts on the beds. My couple led me to an empty bed and we got right down to it. The woman went to her back and she and her husband pulled me on top of her. She stuffed her tongue into my pussy as I began licking hers. It was a nice, clean pussy, completely shaved and smelling of sandalwood. The man played with himself as he watched his wife and I performing a passionate sixty-nine. My lover really knew her way around a pussy and soon had me purring like a kitten. The husband soon joined in and began fucking me doggy style. His thick cock was just the medicine my aching pussy needed. Having a cock in my pussy and a tongue on my clit is one of my favorite things. I heard someone moaning and realized that it was me. The husband (I hadn't even asked his name) was giving me a good, hard fucking and that was exactly what I needed. Sometimes I prefer a man who uses finesse, then there are other times when I need a no-nonsense fucking. I had the wife's legs drawn back and tucked under my arms to give me easy access to her pussy. Her legs jerked whenever I hit a sweet spot. Her moans increased until they were louder than my own. She was squeezing my tits a little too hard, but I didn't complain. Sometimes a little pain mixed with the pleasure makes a very enjoyable combination. I finished the bitch off with a few swirls of my tongue around her clit. Even with my pussy tight against her mouth she made a lot of noise, enough to attract attention. We had a small audience sitting on the beds around us. I howled into her pussy as I came. My lover pumped me faster in an effort to keep my orgasm going. He managed to keep it going a little longer before pulling out. I rolled off of her and lay gasping for air. The husband had shoved his cock into his wife's mouth and served her the load that rightfully belonged in my pussy. He was still shooting and she was still swallowing. It had been a fantastic start to what I hoped would be a long evening of great sex. When the wife finished swallowing her husband's load, she turned to me and said, "That was fun, dear. Maybe again later?" And then they were gone. A man who had been watching suddenly mounted me. He didn't ask, but I always had the option to refuse him. I didn't. He pumped in and out a few times and shot his load. It was all over in twenty seconds. Apparently embarrassed by his unmanly premature ejaculation he hurried off into the crowd. At least he had worn a rubber so I didn't have a mess to clean up. Then I heard something that curdled my blood. "OH, SWEET JESUS, THAT'S IT! FUCK ME HARDER! YESSSSSSSSSSSS!" Sweet Jesus was one of my mother's favorite expressions and that sounded like her voice. I gave my other potential lovers a rain check and went to see what was going on. I got the shock of my life when I found her on a corner bed with three men using her at the same time. One was underneath fucking her pussy, another was on top fucking her ass, and a third was fucking her mouth. I watched in shock as the one in her mouth shot his load. When he pulled away, Mom turned her head in my direction. Splooge dripped off her chin. When she saw me, she shook her head in disbelief. She closed her eyes and let her orgasm run its course. The two men who were fucking her finished and disappeared into the crowd. I sat on the bed beside my freshly-fucked mother and tried to think of something to say. I decided that a joke might break the ice. "Well, now I know why I'm a nymphomaniac. I got it from you." We both cracked up. We wrapped towels around ourselves and went to the main room for a drink. As we passed through the crowd, people did double-takes when they saw us. We are so much alike that everyone assumes that we are mother and daughter as soon as they see us. Word began to spread that a mother-daughter team was in the club. We ordered drinks and took them to a cozy booth in a secluded corner. I told Mom about my problems in the Air Force. "You got your strong sex drive from me," she said. "It certainly wasn't from your father. He had the sex drive of a tree stump. I started fucking around behind his back because he wasn't fucking me. I'm really sorry that you inherited this sickness from me." "Don't be silly, Mom. I love being a nympho. It's the best present I've ever had from anyone. I just love to fuck." After a long talk, we decided that as long as everything was out in the open, we might as well have our fun together. We returned to the orgy room, found a bed and laid down side-by-side. Two men mounted us almost immediately. As soon as mine ran his long, thick cock into my pussy, I knew I was in for a good fucking. Mom and I held hands as we were fucked in tandem. After they had fucked us for about five minutes, one said to the other, "Want to switch so we can compare their pussies?" I liked my second lover better than the first one. Even though his cock was a little smaller, he used it with more skill. The head of his cock rubbing my G-spot gave me a nice orgasm. By then a large crowd had gathered to watch the novelty of a mother and daughter getting fucked side-by-side. Mom's hand tightened around mine as she came. "OH, SWEET JESUS, THAT'S IT! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM! UHU..UHU..UHU..YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" I came before Mom's orgasm ended. Unlike Mom, I usually don't make a lot of noise when I cum. I huff and puff and babble incoherent obscenities. Our lovers were suddenly gone and Mom and I lay shivering and shuddering. Then a chant went up from the voyeurs surrounding the bed. "DO EACH OTHER! DO EACH OTHER! DO EACH OTHER!" Mom looked over at me and grinned. A cheer went up when her red lips touched mine. We kissed with our mouths closed for awhile, then I felt Mom's tongue swishing back and forth against my lips. Then I was French-kissing my own mother! I lowered my head and sucked one of Mom's beautiful, round nipples into my mouth. I went back and forth on her tits for awhile, then I pulled her head down on mine. By then, I think everyone in the club, including the staff, had come to watch. Many were standing on the beds to get a better look. "We might as well give them a real show," Mom said. And then to our appreciative audience, she said, "Folks, this is our first time. You'll never see anything like this again." Everyone applauded as Mom licked down my belly to my pussy. As she mounted me, her latest lover's cum dripped in my face. And then I had my tongue stuffed in the very orifice that I had emerged from twenty-four years earlier. Mom was a very skillful pussy-eater. It was very obvious that she had performed the act many times. I tried to do to her pussy what she was doing to mine. I learned a few things during my first lesbian session with Mom. Thanks to her, I'm now a much better pussy-eater. When Mom and I came together, the applause was deafening. Mom and I spent the rest of the evening sharing partners, both male and female. One of the alert staff members made a video of our performance and gave us a souvenir copy. We are so popular at the club that they actually pay us to show up. The dates that we will be there are always posted on the bulletin board. Business is always brisk on those nights. Everybody wants to see and fuck the mother-daughter swingers. Mom and I at the Swap Club [©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18 WITH IDENTITIES DISGUISED; FOR AGES 21 OR ABOVE] * The tired old expression is, I think, 'the grass is always greener on the other side'. My father must have thought so. He operated a home construction firm that covered our home town and two others. The seed investment money for it was from my mother's family. I worked at the same company (a long story; suffice it to say that I am 19 and that I was kicked out of the house by him at 18; at least he knew good cheap labor and had me work for him.) Though he was married at the time, he thought nothing of hiring a hot babe to be his 'personal secretary'. I happened to see her on the day she applied. A hot brunette, she wasn't very top heavy but she had legs to die for and she wore a skirt that was perhaps ten inches long. I have to concede as a man, I would've hired her too. So, the cast of characters to this little melodrama is this: Mal, my father, 50, and not obsessed about the concept of marriage. Sue, my mother, 39, actually was consumed with the concept of marriage. Your faithful narrator, Jim, 19, still single and just getting by. Kitten, age 19, trampy new hire of my dad. My dad was worried about getting old; balding and a little (ok, a lot) flabby. My mom never went to any clubs or worked out. On the other hand, she took care of the household (cleaning, cooking) and moreover shopped every day. Walking the giant malls was like fast walking miles per day. As a result, as dad got more cherubic sitting behind a desk, mom maintained her girlish figure. I mean, that Kitten minx was Heather Locklear/Lindsay Lohan hot legwise, but mom's hour glass figure included some serious hooters, to be perfectly 'earthy' about it. The last year saw some changes, now that I had moved out. For one thing, dad spent more and more time away from home, basically deserting mom for unannounced 'business meetings'. Mom sensed there was something 'afoot'; this depressed her. Luckily, unlike most people, mom ate less and not more in such circumstances. Though I'd never wish anxiety for my loving mother, the stress made her diet (in effect) to the point that she had a Hollywood starlet worthy 36D-24-37 figure. One day, she came to my pathetic little apartment, all that I could afford after being unceremoniously ejected by dear old dad on my 18th birthday...before we even cut the cake that mom had made... Mom came in, wearing a yellow tight fitting blouse, a wrap around white skirt, and sexy high strappy sandals. The shoes had been a gift from her best friend. Well, she wiggled into my humble abode, her heavy breasts bouncing, still shapely legs shown off by that skirt, a cut strategically running up the side from knee to hip. She sat down on the only chair I had; I flopped on a bean bag on the floor. I did not plan this at all...really. Mom was so intent on talking to me that she took no notice of her position (sitting bolt upright on a chair) or mine (looking up slightly, with a perfect vantage point to look at her while stealing a glance at her panties.) With her shapely legs slightly open as she sat, I had a clear look at those panties...if only she had been wearing any. Shades of Sharon Stone, and I got as hard for my mom as I did for that 'police interrogation' scene with Ms. Stone. Mom: "Jim, you've done wonders with this little place of yours. [I smiled, knowing that was pure 'mom talk' for 'what a dump'] Sweetheart, have you noticed anything about your father at work, since you work there." Me: "What do you mean 'notice anything'?" Mom: "Well, anything odd about what he does, where he goes, WITH WHOM he does these things?" Me: [I took a deep breath.] "Well, he hired this hot little brunette as his personal assistant. I am good friends with Miss Crump, you know, his longtime secretary. She and that younger woman have been at war, with Kitten winning out every time. I think I can get some real 'intel' on dad for you, if you want me to." Mom: "Honey, I hate to ask you to do this, but I can't go on not knowing if I am imagining things or not. So, as your loving mom I ask you, BEG YOU, do whatever it takes to find out what is going on there." Me: "I will mom, for you." I got up with difficulty, damn bean bag. I went to my beautiful mother and hugged her as she sat. She was redolent with expensive perfume and jingling with her two charm bracelets. She wiggled out after an innocent kiss on my cheek. As her hips swayed going down the stairs, her oversized jugs visibly rising and falling, I noticed that for some reason, her nipples were erect and sticking out like thumbs. There also was the slightest hint of moisture or dampness on the bikini-waxed thighs below her (non-existent) panties. For the first time in my life, I got hard over mom...rock hard. As I turned to go back to my apartment after waving her good bye, my basketball shorts exploded in the front, my ten inch erection bursting out. I quickly retreated to my apartment, glad no one was outside to notice. Ah, the wonderful Miss Crump. She was about 55 and married. We called her 'Miss' because she was single most of her life and her new husband was under-whelming her. She was no miraculously preserved babe like Sophia Loren or Farrah, but she was not without her charms. I had to take a chance on her and did. I knew she worked without a break until five sharp. She then had to go home to her boring husband, 65, going on 90. You can imagine the surprise of this matron when I asked if I could take her out to dinner. She smiled, sensing something fishy, and begged off. Strike one. I tried the next day. Strike two. On Friday of that week, I noted that she and I were all that were left at five. In desperation, I undid my fly and plopped my mammoth ten inch phallus on her desk. She recoiled as if it were a rattler. I didn't retreat. Me: "Miss Crump, I would like to take you out to that French restaurant you have been reading about that your 'old man' says is too expensive. Then I want to take you back to my place and have my way with you. So, what about it; nouveau haute cuisine and hot love, or another night of Mrs. Paul's partly thawed fish sticks and Lawrence Welk on PBS?" [I cringed, awaiting either mace or a quick call to 9-11.] Wordlessly, Miss Crump arose and walked over to me. With no warning, she slapped me, hard(!) As I held my jaw, she grabbed my love log, putting it in her right hand, with the left index finger running across the length of it maddeningly. I closed my eyes, hoping I could control myself when I heard the words: Miss Crump: "You really are like your father said, a 'musclebound thug who bounces around town flaunting his oversized private parts hoping to find some slut with no taste or morals who will sleep with him'. If you think that I am that kind of slut, you are RIGHT. Let me call my micro-equipped old fogey hubby and tell him that we have a seminar in Vegas or somewhere, and I will be out of pocket for a while." [She dropped my cock, which returned to my stomach with a hard slap, the uncut head well above my navel. She caressed my massively over-developed arm muscles and shoulders and then kissed me like a 20 year old slattern.] We went to that restaurant, which ate up all of my spending money for the next month. Miss Crump loved it. I was careful to get a bottle of their cheapest house wine and give her six glasses by meal's end. It was not easy to get her to the valet station or hold her upright while he fetched my Mustang. Back in my little tenement, I proceeded to undress this deceptively sexy matron. I had to take my words back; she dressed old but really did look as good as any woman at 55. Me: "Miss Crump, I didn't bring you here for anything but to give you the loving that I think you've needed. On the other hand, my beloved mom would like to know if anything has been going on with my father and his new assistant, Kitten. Also, why did he spend $10,000 for 'other expenses'? The credit card company was concerned enough to call us for confirmation." Miss Crump: [Speaking slightly tipsy.] "I...I can't turn on your father after all of these years...so many years of loyal employment." Me: "Sure, loyal employment by you for him; yet when he had a lucrative new job open up, he gave it to some leggy tramp and not his long-time secretary." She nodded and then shook her head, indicating she wasn't 'biting on my trap.' Once again, as in the office, I had to take a chance. I again wielded my mighty ten inch wand. Since I had stripped the almost drunk executive secretary, I had access; I stood her up and closed up to her. I took her hands and put them on my cock. To my relief, she finally 'got into it'. She rubbed the uncut oversized head against the slavering lips of her cunt. That uncut head befriended her labia and that elusive clitoris. She hadn't noticed that I had been gently and slowly backing her up to the wall. Finally, I pushed her hands away and drove into her with all of my manual labor power. She gasped from the assault, while looking towards the ceiling in pleasure. I commenced to pound her without restraint or rest; finally, her eyes clouded in tears from the pent-up passion, I pressed her with all my might, pushing my babymaker as deep as I could. After all those years of inactivity, her cervical area still remembered how to drink in the very seed of life. This matron was getting every drop of my potent seed; there was no way a 55 year old secretary could get knocked up, but I imagined she could in order to get the pumps going. Sure enough, I had so much pent-up sperm in my swollen testes that the excess started oozing out. We both collapsed on that damn bean bag chair. Miss Crump: "That was so damn hot; you little bastard. You win, I will tell you. Your dad has been banging that little trollop since he hired her at that outrageous salary. I know because she told her boyfriend, joking about his barely THREE inch private parts. That $10,000? He bought into the swappers' private gold club. He was going to tell your trusting mom that there was another convention and that he'd be gone the weekend. Now, I don't know. About what WE just did, you DID have a vasectomy, I assume. I mean you didn't concern yourself with birth control questions, so I just assumed..." Me: "Actually no; I assumed that YOU had it taken care of, either by pills, implants or, umm, if you will forgive me, age." Miss Crump: "That was quite an assumption, young man. As it turns out..." [She came up to me, pulling on my full head of hair, caressing my bulging biceps, and squeezing my eternally hard cock.] "...there is a very slim chance that I could get pregnant. But checking the goods, I could never afford a sperm donor like you, so why not give 'my old man' the ultimate thrill and let him think that he can still 'do it'?" [She kissed me really hard.] She slept with me that night. It really was a nice evening and one that she was not likely to have again. We went to sleep after a quick love session at 2am. Probably due to the earlier love-making, at 3:14 am she was awakened. For some reason, she felt a bit dizzy and her nipples had erected. Mysteriously, they had turned a light tan color from the pink that they were hours ago. Unknown to her, she had just conceived with my baby. Months later, with my mom's permission, I held Miss Crump's hand as she proudly gave birth to our baby. Her addled 'old man' was so proud of himself for this achievement 'of his'. Anyway, with this 'intel' from my job at dad's business, I reported to mom with it. She arranged for pictures to be secured for a divorce proceeding from an agency. Then there was the matter of the $10,000 of OUR household money for a little swap club for daddy and his tramp. Mom confronted him with that; I was right outside their closed bedroom door, in case she needed help but also because I loved this kind of gossip. He said that the membership was nonrefundable, but he had purchased it for them (i.e. he and mom.) In fact, he said, this weekend was going to be the first time they (he and mom?) would go. Unfortunately, he could not go due to a meeting in Atlantic City (he showed her the plane ticket.) He DID say that the membership was cancelled if you did not go even one week, or arrived with no partner. So, he had the wild idea that mom should go that 1st week without him. He didn't want her to have to go and scare up a boyfriend, so since it was about having sex with OTHERS, there would be no harm in taking me! Mom knew that he was fooling around with that brunette harlot. She thought about this swap thing. Her detective would now have a solid lead (the plane ticket) to photograph him and his concubine getting off the plane, in a taxi, hotel room, etc. It was just too important. Mom took the swingers' initiation packet and said she'd go. Mom scoured the packet, noting that the fees WERE refundable. If we went, two available partners, spent the entire weekend there, AND didn't enjoy it, we could get a full refund! So, now mom not only had a reason to let him go fly away with his little floozy, she was almost compelled to go thru with the swap club thing too. She had hoped to just ignore it and let it lapse. But $10,000 being $10,000, she thought it might be hot to see what a real man's cock was like, after years of neglect from her tinker toy equipped worn out husband. There was no harm in taking me along as escort; I would be banging someone else (remember 'swap club') for that same weekend. So everything was set in motion. Mom's treacherous old man was flying off with his Jezebel, a nondescript 40 year old 'housewife' from the agency following them with a matchbox camera. I for my part was asked, begged by my wonderful mom to try out this swap club. I told her I would do it for her and only her (and that $10,000 too of course; I was offered half.) Mom and I arrived at the club. It was two cities away. Given that and the fact that mom had never been there before, no one raised an eyebrow over me. They just thought she was a cougar on the prowl. We had to fill out intro cards, with everything but our names. Then we opened sealed envelopes with our code number...a computer would randomize and select couples for the weekend. To ensure that you were anonymous BUT wouldn't end up with the one you brought, you were to code in a letter (for us, 'g') at the bottom of the card. Mom was good at following instructions and printed that 'g'. I was more lackadaisical and thought they had enough input from me already, so I omitted the all-important 'g'. The machine whirred away and spit out sealed assignments, room by room. First the women got their cards, going to the separate rooms. I told mom good luck. Then the men got their assignments. I was amused the room was 222. I went into that room (Hey, don't get ahead of the narrative!) and, yes, found that due to my slip-up, I was assigned mom's room. Mom: "This would be hilarious if it were an adult sit com. Obviously, we can't go thru with this. I'll just tell the office that..." Me: [To her amazement, I grabbed her by the shoulder gently. I smiled broadly.] "Wait a moment, mom. It says that we can get a refund IF we spend a weekend AFTER attending AND providing a suitable pair of participants. When you go protest, they will say that I was NOT eligible and thus that $10,000 is gone." Mom: [Fuming.] "So, what, you want to spend the weekend staring at each other." Me: "Mom, I am no psychologist, but didn't you leave my apartment with those nipples popped, and your excitement evident down your glistening thighs?" She came up to me and slapped me...hard. Twice in one week? I grabbed her hands and held them in one hand. With the other hand, I held it back like a slap to be. Me: "Mom, you slapped me, but I will not hit you...ever. I love you mom. I want you to go thru with this...I want you nude mom, NUDE!! Get those clothes off or they will be torn off and you can leave at the end of the weekend in a rain barrel." Mom quickly stripped, folding the clothes neatly on a chair. She covered her perfect breasts with one hand, and her welcoming furry blonde bush with the other. My clothes were history in seconds, my cock instantly hard as stone. In desperation, mom saw a box of Trojans and removed a foil wrapped condom. Me: "Mom, I don't intend to wear a condom; we will make love bareback. If you want, you can put that one on me. It should look cute." She wondered what I meant. She wasn't strong enough to open the foil and had me do it. She deployed the condom, noting it was two sizes bigger than her wimpy hubby used to use. Put on my powerful tool, it looked like a child's shower cap on a full-sized man's head. She flung it into the garbage in despair. All she could do now was hold her hands up as if I were a vampire. That hurt my feelings. Me: "Mom, I will tell you what. Let me have 15 minutes, just 15 minutes to convince you that I love you and that we should stay the weekend. I swear that if you still want to go after 15 minutes, we will go...period." Mom nodded, so relieved at that offer that she hugged me, oblivious to the fact that my huge cock was erect and was flat against my stomach as we hugged. She asked how we were going to do this. I instructed her to lie on the cot that each room was provided. She did. I said that I would have 15 minutes to convince her to stay the weekend, starting at 7:30 even. And, with a setting of the sleeper control for 7:45, I was off... Closing over mom, I used my cock to brush the labia as it was pushed back and forth, with slight side-to-side motion. The clitoris was given its due. I had just enough time to plunge in to tap at the back walls, say hello to her cervix, and then partially withdraw. I ground my rough, uncut oversized cockhead against the sensitive vaginal walls, tingling them to the point that mom closed her eyes, moaning. To my horror, I saw the clock strike 7:45. Since it was 7:45 I started pulling out, in abject defeat. As that sleeper control tolled, informing me that I had lost, mom moaned in her 1st orgasm...really loud too. Unsure now, I slowly pulled out, hoping for a reprieve. Sure enough, mom's elegant hand grabbed me, with her charm bracelet jingling. Mom: "Wait, where are you going, Jimmy. I need your cock in me, now, right now." Me: "But mom, the clock went off and..." Mom: "To hell with the clock! You made your point; you win! Now come love your mommy, honey!" I couldn't believe it. It was literally like making the last shot at a basketball game at the buzzer. My cock swelled to its full ten inch magnificence once more, returning to tantalize and massage the aching, sex-starved inner recesses of my gorgeous mother's fertile depths. Just as with Miss Crump, I did not take the slightest care about birth control with my mother, even though she was 39 and no matron. I was determined to make love to my beautiful mother. Besides the love I had for her as a good son, there was the matter of her spectacular figure. This might be the only chance I had to bed a woman worthy of Playboy, if that magazine wanted a successor to the gorgeous 50 year old Farrah Fawcett. I sat on the only chair in that tiny room, waving mom to come over and be with me. She got the idea immediately and poised herself over my outsized cock. As she sat on it, her head pointed upwards as she moaned in pleasure. My cock had never felt such a welcoming tight fit. Her still powerful inner muscles gave that ten inch ram rod quite a squeeze. To my amazement, mom took over control of our little love session. Rising up and down on her flawless smooth feet, she rose to the point that my flowery cockhead was just tapping against the dripping tissues that stood guard over her blessed inner womanhood. We had the whole weekend for lovemaking, so we did everything time and time again. During this our first experience of love and mutual orgasm, my cock was introduced to mom's long neglected but so very hot and tight fertile vagina. So it was up and down, in and out, for several minutes. Then she fell with terrific force, making my hugely swollen testes bounce and jounce. Her cunt lips were forced down to the very base of my lengthy cock. Our lips were locked, our hot breath exchanged. My needful hands were gripping her motherly but still firm behind. Mom and I at the Swap Club After a titanic fall that almost knocked my overfilled balls clean off me, I applied the force of superman to hold her against me. My cock was forced into red-zone proximity to the cervix. The tiny slit in that cockhead swelled to the size of a bottle cap, allowing a torrent of baby-making semen to pour forth. Her unprotected womb was slowly filled to the point where it was as swollen as the balls that had held back all of that potent seed. We had shared a mutual orgasm. It was mom's sixth of that initial love session. We both were exhausted. I looked inside the college-dorm sized fridge on the floor and found a juice for mom and a soda for me. After we finished those drinks, mom laid back down, putting a thin pillow under her still pert behind. Me: "What's with the pillow, mom?" Mom: [She smiled at me, pulling me down for a kiss.] "Honey, I realize this is quite a turnabout from our initial moments in here when I wanted you out. I'm sitting this way to keep your precious seed deep inside of me. There is a chance, a slight chance that you might get me pregnant." [Simply hearing that there was the mere chance of that got me hard; my cock made a very audible SLAP(!) against my rippling abs. Curious about what this was all about, I asked to see inside my mom, something I had longed to do anyway. She opened the entry way to that place of my dreams; sure enough, I saw a huge puddle of my white froth, that baby-making sperm.] Mom: "Thinking about your lying, cheating father, I then look at you, my loving, strapping son. Given my age, I realize that I would be a fool to turn down what might be my last chance at having that second child that I always dreamed about." That was the nicest thought I had heard in a long time. I pushed mom aside and lay down with her. I brought her to her side, quickly catching the huge gob of seed that was hanging at the edge, about to escape. With a thrust of my hips, I pushed that seed back into mom's fertile depths. We laid there together for one hour, not moving, with my huge cock plugging the hole, keeping my fertile seed deep inside of her. We then 'called it a day' and slept that way. My cock never went down that entire night. In the middle of the night, I awoke. All of the appliances illuminated the room enough for me to realize...I was next to my own gorgeous mother! Her perfect breasts were against my chest, the nipples erect even in her sleep. Her silky thighs and shapely legs were warm and soft, against my legs. Her smooth sexy feet were intertwined with my own. Just as I was about to nod off again, I felt her vaginal walls close in with a strange feeling. Not so much a powerful grip as before so much as suction. I felt like I was being pulled into my mom's fertile depths. It was silly, perhaps a result of being in a dream like a phase of sleep. I couldn't know, whether related to this phenomenon or not, that at that very moment, mom conceived. Well, I am happy to report that everything sorted itself out in the end. Miss Crump was indeed pregnant and dutifully gave birth. Mom remembered that she had begged me to do anything to get 'the goods' on dad, so she did not protest. She even let me visit Miss Crump during her brief hospital stay. Miss Crump's doddering old fool husband was handing out cigars proudly but was too old, or lazy, to visit her. I had a 'free shot'. As she convalesced in her private room, she was thrilled for a visitor, especially me of course. She was so happy when I asked if I could breastfeed to 'test them out before the baby'. She said she was going to use formulae strictly so I could have 'all I could drink'. Believe me, I did. She lovingly stroked my hair as I suckled. It was such a loving moment that I kissed her for five minutes. As I turned to leave, she shocked me to my roots. Miss Crump: "Am I going to turn into an old lady in your eyes, something to discard now that I brought your child into this world?" Me: "Of course not." [I took her hand and kissed it.] Miss Crump: "I want you to prove it; I know it's only been a short time, but I want your love inside of me one last time. Please love this old woman one final time." Talk about being thunderstruck. This woman who I 'serviced' primarily to get info from now wanted me to pump her full of my potent seed one final time. This after just having given birth while being in a hospital room (i.e. no locks) but, her plaintive stare...I just couldn't say no. I very carefully pivoted her perpendicular to that hospital bed, lowered the aluminum railing, and proceeded to carefully service her. I begged her to use her hands and other things lest I have to saw away at her sensitive womanhood. She keyholed me to iron-hardness and beyond. I finally pulled away, supercharged. With not even one full stroke, I held my cock like a caulk gun, installed it carefully into her vaginal opening, and pumped a ton of virile semen, almost 100% pure sperm, into her pussy. We kissed tenderly, then I rotated her back into position just as the nurse arrived with our baby. I saw that lucky tyke (a boy) put to breast. As he suckled contentedly, I kissed her good bye. I would visit her and my boy occasionally but for appearances, I could not stay too often. About the swap club, mom and I could not in good conscience say that we had a bad time and deserved a refund. On the other hand, we were content with each other and didn't need to swap. So, believe it or not, we gave the transferable membership to Miss Crump! She thanked us profusely, and did indeed use it, taking her doddering old fool along too... Mom's detective agency had a field day getting info on her cheatin' heart hubby. At the discovery process before the divorce trial, his legal team threw in the towel. He would retain what was his before the marriage (i.e. nothing) and mom would retain hers and get the community property. What that boiled down to was that there was a new company president (you got ahead of me again...okay, it was me.) Since mom did not want my amorous attentions 24/7 (I WAS insatiable, after all.), she allowed me to have two clerical staffers. One was the ever loyal Miss Crump, who punctuated the morning and the evening with a brief love session with her boss. Every Friday she would return to her clueless old coot, her pussy filled to overflowing with my potent sperm. Yes, it did lead to her having one final baby to join the other child, to her joy and the misplaced pride of her codger hubby. The other clerical staffer? Yes, it was Kitten. To be sure, I didn't tell mom about her. I loved my mother, and I mean that physically, and often. However, at work, I also wanted someone to love. Kitten might have been capricious, a true vixen. However, she DID have those fantastic legs, so I put her desk in my office, right across from me. Her husband would be relieved to know that I looked at her and didn't touch. Staring at those fantastic silky smooth legs of hers just stoked my fires for mom, later. I only 'broke down' once. Kitten's husband seemed to be another wimp dick that was afraid of having a family. She wanted one badly. She knew that I was obsessive about her short skirts and daring stylish shoes. One day she wore these see-thru sole plastic shoes. I have no idea why, but seeing her casually with the bottom of her shoes towards me, allowing me to see her gorgeous feet from the bottom of the shoes...well, that just set me off. I demanded that she sit on my cock. It was a certain harassment suit, except she had planned to turn me on during this peak of her cycle. I ended up pumping her full of my seed some three times that day. One time, Miss Crump had entered without knocking. She watched, at first in horror. She then shocked me and Kitten by calmly walking up to us. She pushed my head away and kissed Kitten as firmly as I had ever seen anyone kiss. It was damn hot. She then went to Kitten's ear and whispered for her to have my baby. Well, that concluded the cast of characters, except for the resulting births who we could consider 'extras'. One final 'featured extra' was mom's old man. After the divorce, all he could afford was a tiny apartment on the wrong side of the tracks. That's right, he took over my lease as I swapped out and moved into his palatial home with mom. I was nice enough to give him my Mustang, the one with the bad connecting rod. And, I was nice enough to give him a job with his (now mine) company. Mom insisted that I hire a new man to take my old job. So, the only job that mom deigned right for her ex-husband was the utility job. That was to drive a 20 year old Ford F150 pickup, taking the portable 'bathrooms' from job site to job site. It was quite a rewarding job, but someone had to do it. Mom and I Ch. 02 Mom decided to have a Christmas party at her home and of course all family was invited. She called me up to ask if I could come and put up some outside lights, and I told her I could and would be over a bit later. I had to wonder if there was going to be a surprise for me or not. But mom was as good as her word. She said she would have a few surprises but did not say when she would have them. I got to her place around three and she walked over to me wearing her glasses and gave me a nice tight hug. I could feel her bosoms pressing against me. She had the two upper buttons of her white ruffled blouse undone, giving me a nice peak at her ample breasts. Mom told me where she wanted the lights and in an hour or so her place was nicely decorated. I went back into her home. "Did you have a nice time with my bra and half-glasses when you got home that night?" "Yes mom, that was so loving of you." "Is my bra nice and stiff, like your socks after you wear them a week or two?" "Stiffer mom, that bra is so filled it walks on its own." "Do me a favor and clean these for me?" She asked as she handed me her glasses. I did so and they sparkled as Flannel does a fine with glasses. I gave them back to her. I had a couple of pics I thought mom would like to see. I was wearing a black skirt with a white ruffled blouse and black patent three inch heels along with ear rings and a string of small pearls. The other pic was the same, heels and skirt but a navy blue top with white lace "Close your eyes mom." "So you have a surprise for me, do you?" I put the pics in front of her and said," Open." She did and saw at once the picture of her son. Mom was giving her half-glasses a good work out as she looked for a few minutes not saying a word but when she spoke, she said, "You dress like your mom, skirt and blouse. I like that." "I think it is so nice you take pride in your other side, what name do you go by?" "Ramona." I told her. "Sounds like a good Italian name, Is that why you picked it?" "I like that it sounds Italian and Bob Dylan does a good song about a woman called Ramona." I was very pleased mom liked the pics and that she knew I took my other side quite seriously. "John, would you come over here sometime dressed up?" "Sure mom." "You would?" She seemed to think I would not and was rather surprised when I said I would. "Mom, I go out grocery shopping at times dressed as a woman. I mind my own business and act like a woman. No one ever gives me a bad time." "Come over here for a minute." I did so and she takes off her glasses and eyeglass chain and drags her glasses over the lump in my pants. She looks up at the clock and unbuckling my belt pulls down my pants. "Just a quickie, our company will be here shortly." She held her glasses along side of my growing cock and wrapped their eyeglass chain of small pearls around my cock and started to give me a very nice hand job. She had her eye on my cock and when it looked like it would blow a load of custard, like from a chocolate eclair, she once again wrapped her red sexy lips around it and started sucking. Bobbing her head back and forth, how lovely it feels getting sucked off by my mother, the lady who brought me into the world is doing things that up to now were but a fantasy. My cock loved her mouth and she loved it as well. I found mom sexy;warm and delicious. She was fondling my balls with her half-glasses and it was probably what caused me to blow a load like I never had before. Mom took it all in and loved every bit of it. "You will stay the night John." We had a nice time, everyone brought a pot or covered dish of something delicious. My old Ken Wood KR6030 was pushing some high quality sound into a pair of expensive three way speakers with ported vents and you would swear the carolers were outside the door. The time was around eleven and everyone started to say what a great time they had, and that they had to get going. Which was all right by me as mom and I wanted to spend time together. I figured she only had the one pair of half-glasses as she gave me two pair, but she still had a few pair and ideas to go with them. However I wanted to do more than fetishism, I wanted my mother for the night. Oh I would let her tease me with them as well as heels but I wanted the real gift of the season and that was to be in my mother. So we are in her bed with only the light of Christmas candles on the window sill. She had on a gold satin bra that may find its way to my house. "Lets have some foreplay, shall we?" She is again donning her gold half-rounds and a pair of black patent pumps and is dragging her heels and glasses over my cock. Then she takes her sexy eyeglass chain of small pearls and wraps them round my hog and the chain being a long one she let it stay there with her glasses jiggling around. "Keep the chain where it is John. So when you are in your mother, I will think there will be like a French tickler up my pussy." Mom kept lovingly touching me all over with her glasses and heels and as much as this felt great, It was even nicer that my mother was satisfying my needs. Suddenly I was on top of her. That cock was so stiff, and mom was going to get it. "John, what are you doing? we have not had enough foreplay yet." "WE? you got a mouse in your pocket? Mom, I had enough foreplay." "I had ideas about letting you wear my clothes, I thought you would like that." "Great idea mom and I think they would fit just fine, but right now we both need something." "Oh, so now you're being the guy in charge are you?" She asked with a warm smile. I had been thinking about this and had a lot of questions but mom knew what she wanted when she wrapped her sexy red lips around my long fat hog and loved every drop of my seed and she was going to get it now. I started doing my mother and what a great feeling it is. Going in long and slow savoring every inch like it was my last and enjoying her feminine fragrance. To cum in a lovely woman is a most wonderful experience but you don't cum a minute after you are in her. "John, I am wearing a pair of fuck-me pumps." she said with a bit of huffing. "That's real nice mom, cause it's just what ya gonna get!Fucked. You're gonna have to beg for it the next time. Well maybe not exactly beg." Damn it feels so nice being in my moms pussy. So warm and tight and loving. I am staying for a while. "Oh John." She panted. It feels so wonderful having you in me." I loved looking at my mom, there was something erotic about her telling me she was wearing the fuck-me pumps. She looks at me through her half glasses and that too is a turn on. I am feeling the small pearls of moms eyeglass chain round my cock as I am giving mom the fucking of the century. Those sexy little pearls are really doing something the likes of which I never felt before. I wonder how they will smell in a few days. I kept it up and was thrusting all two hundred pounds into mom, and oh God how good it felt when the gates of Eden opened unto me and my moms pussy was drenched. Such was the force of cumming, my seed was blown so far up into my mother, I saw a new life in my mothers eyes. I could imagine her pearl beads eyeglass chain saying,"YES YES OH GAWD YES!" I just kept at it cause Mom has not had it for quite a while and I did not want to stiff her out of something she has really longed for. Mom would feel like a real woman now, having had her needs satisfied. Of course I would feel pretty good about it as well. Mom had to come three or four times as she tightened up to keep my cock from leaving the place it would love to live in forever. So warm moist tight and full of a mothers love. Can't beat that. "Talk about giving your mom something great for Christmas! John, that was wonderful." And it was wonderful. I really have the Christmas spirit now, much better to give!" Mom found her gold half-rounds lodged between her sexy legs. she cleaned them and said, "John I want you to have these as where they have been you will never forget. Of course you can make me another eyeglass chain of small pearls." I had already made her a couple of these chains of pearls for her half-glasses but between the party and us wanting to get closer I did not give her the gift yet. We went to the kitchen for some eggnog with a pinch of rum, well more than a pinch of rum really. We had a drink for the holiday and I gave her the gift of pearl beads eyeglass chains and a gift card to a well known Italian place. We hugged for a bit and it was like the sex we just had, warm and loving. The End Mom and I Ch. 02 The "Mom and I" series was taken from my other group of stories listed under Shoeslayer. * Mom decided to have a Christmas party at her home and of course all family was invited. She called me up to ask if I could come and put up some outside lights, and I told her I could and would be over a bit later. I had to wonder if there was going to be a surprise for me or not. But mom was as good as her word. She said she would have a few surprises but did not say when she would have them. I got to her place around three and she walked over to me wearing her glasses and gave me a nice tight hug. I could feel her bosoms pressing against me. She had the two upper buttons of her white ruffled blouse undone, giving me a nice peak at her ample breasts. Mom told me where she wanted the lights and in an hour or so her place was nicely decorated. I went back into her home. "Did you have a nice time with my bra and half-glasses when you got home that night?" "Yes mom, that was so loving of you." "Is my bra nice and stiff, like your socks after you wear them a week or two?" "Stiffer mom, that bra is so filled it walks on its own." "Do me a favor and clean these for me?" She asked as she handed me her glasses. I did so and they sparkled as Flannel does a fine with glasses. I gave them back to her. I had a couple of pics I thought mom would like to see. I was wearing a black skirt with a white ruffled blouse and black patent three inch heels along with ear rings and a string of small pearls. The other pic was the same, heels and skirt but a navy blue top with white lace. "Close your eyes mom." "So you have a surprise for me, do you?" I put the pics in front of her and said," Open." She did and saw at once the picture of her son. Mom was giving her half-glasses a good work out as she looked for a few minutes not saying a word but when she spoke, she said, "You dress like your mom, skirt and blouse. I like that." "I think it is so nice you take pride in your other side, what name do you go by?" "Ramona." I told her. "Sounds like a good Italian name, Is that why you picked it?" "I like that it sounds Italian and Bob Dylan does a good song about a woman called Ramona." I was very pleased mom liked the pics and that she knew I took my other side quite seriously. "John you have changed so much in ways, I remember dad talking about the way you dressed for work, He expected red cross packages to be dropped from the sky as it appeared you were one of the guys from Hogans's Heroe's, at least now you take great pride in your appearance." "John, would you come over here sometime dressed up?" "Sure mom." "You would?" She seemed to think I would not and was rather surprised when I said I would. "Mom, I go out grocery shopping at times dressed as a woman. I mind my own business and act like a woman. No one ever gives me a bad time." "Come over here for a minute." I did so and she takes off her glasses and eyeglass chain and drags her glasses over the lump in my pants. She looks up at the clock and unbuckling my belt pulls down my pants. "Just a quickie, our company will be here shortly." She held her glasses along side of my growing cock and wrapped their eyeglass chain of small pearls around my cock and started to give me a very nice hand job. She had her eye on my cock and when it looked like it would blow a load of custard, like from a chocolate eclair, she once again wrapped her red sexy lips around it and started sucking. Bobbing her head back and forth, how lovely it feels getting sucked off by my mother, the lady who brought me into the world is doing things that up to now were but a fantasy. My cock loved her mouth and she loved it as well. I found mom sexy;warm and delicious. She was fondling my balls with her half-glasses and it was probably what caused me to blow a load like I never had before. Mom took it all in and loved every bit of it. "You will stay the night John." We had a nice time, everyone brought a pot or covered dish of something delicious. My old Ken Wood KR6030 was pushing some high quality sound into a pair of expensive three way speakers with ported vents and you would swear the carolers were outside the door. The time was around eleven and everyone started to say what a great time they had, and that they had to get going. Which was all right by me as mom and I wanted to spend time together. I figured she only had the one pair of half-glasses as she gave me two pair, but she still had a few pair and ideas to go with them. However I wanted to do more than fetishism, I wanted my mother for the night. Oh I would let her tease me with them as well as heels but I wanted the real gift of the season and that was to be in my mother. So we are in her bed with only the light of Christmas candles on the window sill. She had on a gold satin bra that may find its way to my house. "Lets have some foreplay, shall we?" She is again donning her gold half-rounds and a pair of black patent pumps and is dragging her heels and glasses over my cock. Then she takes her sexy eyeglass chain of small pearls and wraps them round my hog and the chain being a long one she let it stay there with her glasses jiggling around. "Keep the chain where it is John. So when you are in your mother, I will think it will be like a French tickler up my pussy." Mom kept lovingly touching me all over with her glasses and heels and as much as this felt great, It was even nicer that my mother was satisfying my needs. Suddenly I was on top of her. That cock was so stiff, and mom was going to get it. "John, what are you doing? we have not had enough foreplay yet." "WE? you got a mouse in your pocket? Mom, I had enough foreplay." "I had ideas about letting you wear my clothes, I thought you would like that." "Great idea mom and I think they would fit just fine, but right now we both need something." "Oh, so now you're being the guy in charge are you?" She asked with a warm smile. I had been thinking about this and had a lot of questions but mom knew what she wanted when she wrapped her sexy red lips around my long fat hog and loved every drop of my seed and she was going to get it now. I started doing my mother and what a great feeling it is. Going in long and slow savoring every inch like it was my last and enjoying her feminine fragrance. To cum in a lovely woman is great, but like being invited to dinner, one does not start eating as soon as they enter the home of the hostess. One enjoys the company, the ambiance, same here, She worked doing a great meal, now she is giving you the gift of her womanhood, be a gent and let her enjoy your manliness. "John, I am wearing a pair of fuck-me pumps." She said with a bit of huffing. "That's real nice mom, cause it's just what ya gonna get! You're gonna have to beg for it the next time. Well maybe not exactly beg." Damn it feels so nice being in my moms pussy. So warm and tight and loving. I am staying for a while. "Oh John." She panted. It feels so wonderful having you in me." I loved looking at my mom, there was something erotic about her telling me she was wearing the fuck-me pumps. She looks at me through her half glasses and that too is a turn on. I am feeling the small pearls of moms eyeglass chain round my cock as I am giving mom the fucking of the century. Those sexy little pearls are really doing something the likes of which I never felt before. I wonder how they will smell in a few days. I kept it up and was thrusting all two hundred pounds into mom, and oh God how good it felt when the gates of Eden opened me and my moms pussy was drenched. Such was the force of cumming, my seed was blown so far up into my mother, I saw a new life in my mothers eyes. I could imagine her pearl beads eyeglass chain saying,"YES YES OH GAWD YES!" I just kept at it cause Mom has not had it for quite a while and I did not want to stiff her out of something she has really longed for. Mom would feel like a real woman now, having had her needs satisfied. Of course I would feel pretty good about it as well. Mom had to come three or four times as she tightened up to keep my cock from leaving the place it would love to live in forever. So warm moist tight and full of a mothers love. Can't beat that. "Talk about giving your mom something great for Christmas! John, that was wonderful." And it was wonderful. I really have the Christmas spirit now, much better to give!" Mom found her gold half-rounds lodged between her sexy legs. she cleaned them and said, "John, I want you to have these as where they have been you will never forget. Of course you can make me another eyeglass chain of small pearls." I had already made her a couple of these chains of pearls for her half-glasses but between the party and us wanting to get closer I did not give her the gift yet. We went to the kitchen for some eggnog with a pinch of rum, well more than a pinch of rum really. We had a drink for the holiday and I gave her the gift of pearl beads eyeglass chains and a gift card to a well known Italian place. We hugged for a bit and it was like the sex we just had, warm and loving. Mom and I Ch. 03 Christmas and New Years holidays went by and I was quite busy. I often thought of the evening I had made love to my mother and how wonderful the experience was. And her giving me some great oral sex and seeing her gold half-glasses at the end of her nose and her beaded eyeglass chain. It was all so erotic and sexy to me and I wondered if mom and I could be lovers. Mom called me in mid January and asked if I could drop in for a visit, Also could I come dressed as a woman? I told her I could and would be there around two the next day. There I was at two in the afternoon on my moms doorstep shod in fancy two inch black patent pumps with bows;a black skirt with white ruffled blouse and earrings. "Oh John, you looks so nice an the make-up is great how did you learn that?" "Well the cross-dressing chapter I belong to had a Mary K or Avon woman come in and she gave demonstrations on how to apply make-up." "Come on in, coffee? "Sure, milk 2 sugars." "So mom, you like going to the Olive Garden??" "Yes, thank you so much. I go in the afternoons for the soup and salad. That pasta and beans soup is very good." "John, how long have you been cross dressing?" "Oh the last twelve years or so." "How did you get into it John." Asked mom in a voice of sincere interest. "Well you were out with Rita playing bingo. I came in from working, showered and passing your room I saw the high heels you wear at times and I tried them. I was so glad they fit and I walked around the room and Mom it felt so nice." "And then what?" asked mom. "Well I wanted to wear more. So I went into your closet and grabbed a nice skirt with a wide black belt and a mauve blouse. Then to a drawer and got a slip;panties and stuffed a bra with socks. When I looked into a full length mirror I had the most amazing; baffling; exited feeling. Since then I would dress up when you went out to shop or bingo. I hope you are not upset about it." "How could I be upset with a son who so likes the way I dress he dresses the same?" "No I am not angry at all. I am interested as to why you like dressing as a woman thirty years older than you are, That is very different. I mean guys dress as women but the same age they are anyways." "Well mom, I have always loved older women. For whatever reason I feel I can talk to a woman who is like ten to twenty years older about anything. And I really like that. "John, do you think this is why you like making eyeglass chains?" "Maybe, I do like the style of women's reading glasses and knowing they are not always worn I figured there could be a market for a nice feminine eyeglass chain and I have made them and sold them a number of times." "I mean I still am a guy and can be as macho as any other like working on railroad tracks or as a diesel locomotive electrician. But I don't have to be guy all the time. I can at times be a woman but not a female." "Well Thanks for being so honest with me John. I love that I can talk to my son about anything and get an honest answer or opinion." "Do you wear the bra I gave you?" "Oh yes mom I do and I have a nice pair of fake knockers to go inside. These are not socks in here I said pointing to my boobs." "I am really impressed and you say it is the way I dress, you love the style of?" "Yup, always have. Your a great mother, mom and I really love you and I loved the last few times I have been here." "Mom.lets go in your room I want to show you something." "Oh?" So she went in and I followed and closed the door. I looked her right in the eyes and unbuttoned her blouse and removed her gold satin bra. I then removed her eyeglass chain and half-glasses and ran the beads of her sexy feminine eyeglass chain past her nipple as I sucked licked and nibbled her other nipple and she was really enjoying this. "Oh John! what do you have in mind?" "A few things mom." I unbuckled the belt she had holding up her skirt and removed it as well as her slip and panties. "Lie on the bed mom." She did so and I stuffed my head between her legs and began to lick her labia. As I was licking her she put back over her head the chain of beads and had her half-glasses lying against her boobs and that was nice to see. Mom was starting to get even hornier and wanted me to get more into this. I started running my tongue around down there and the next thing I hear is, "Oh John, I feel good. Make me feel even better and satisfy my needs, don't bother undressing." "O.K. mom." I just pulled up my skirt and slip an pulled my black lace panties to the side and mom being rather wet I went right on in. "John, look at your mom and give it to me nice an slow. I will tell you when to speed up. I just want to enjoy a real cock being up in me and hear a man breathing, can't get that from a dildo." And I did as she asked and it was well ever so nice to be loved and accepted as a cross dresser and also a lover. I could feel her love being in her. Her tightness and warmth and to hear her breathing and looking at her with her half-glasses bouncing around on her luscious bosoms and smelling her fragrance. "Faster, John." "O.K. I speed up a few more strokes and I was loving this feeling. The knee highs on my legs and the silky slip and panties. My fake boobs were jiggling a bit and that was a good feeling and of course I was making love to my mother. "Faster, harder John." Well this was all so very nice but lets get serious. I started to hammer mom and with a passion. It is what she wanted as well. Maybe it was due to my happiness of being dressed like a woman but making love to my mother had to be the nicest most meaningful time in my life and I will never forget that. She loved me and accepted that part of me which society sadly rejects in a man. Everyone says, "Be yourself." As long as it does not go against the unwritten laws of society, everything is fine. But it is not. Screw society, I am dressing as I damn well please. Mom was "moaning and sighing" so she had as good a time as I did. I got up close to her on the bed and we looked at each other with a real love. I knew mom and I would always be close. I would love to have stayed longer but had a few things to do. So I got my self together and gave mom a real juicy kiss, letting our tongues dance. As I headed back to Sarasota, my heart danced as well. Mom and I Ch. 03 Christmas and New Years holidays went by and I was quite busy. I often thought of the evening I had made love to my mother and how wonderful the experience was. And her giving me some great oral sex and seeing her gold half-glasses at the end of her nose and her beaded eyeglass chain. It was all so erotic and sexy to me and I wondered if we could be lovers. Mom called me in mid January and asked if I could drop in for a visit. Also could I come dressed as a woman? I told her I could and would be there around two the next day. There I was at two in the afternoon on my moms doorstep shod in fancy two inch black patent pumps with bows;a black skirt with white ruffled blouse and earrings. "Oh John, you looks so nice an the make-up is great, how did you learn that?" "Well the cross-dressing chapter I belong to had a Mary K or Avon woman come in and she gave demonstrations on how to apply make-up." "Come on in, coffee? "Sure, milk 2 sugars." "So mom, you like going to the Olive Garden?" "Yes, thank you so much. I go in the afternoons for the soup and salad. That pasta and beans soup is very good." "John, how long have you been cross dressing?" "Oh the last twelve years or so." "How did you get into it John." Asked mom in a voice of sincere interest. "Well you were out with Rita playing bingo. I came in from working, showered and passing your room I saw the high heels you wear at times and I tried them. I was so glad they fit and I walked around the room and Mom it felt so nice." "And then what?" asked mom. "Well I wanted to wear more. So I went into your closet and grabbed a nice skirt with a wide black belt and a mauve blouse. Then to a drawer and got a slip;panties and stuffed a bra with socks. When I looked into a full length mirror I had the most amazing; baffling; exited feeling. Since then I would dress up when you went out to shop or bingo. I hope you are not upset about it." "How could I be upset with a son who so likes the way I dress he dresses the same?" "No I am not angry at all. I am interested why you like dressing as a woman thirty years older than you are, That is very different. I mean guys dress as women but the same age they are anyways." "Well mom, I have always loved older women. For whatever reason I feel I can talk to a woman who is like ten to twenty years older about anything. And I really like that. "John, do you think this is why you like making womens eyeglass chains?" "Maybe, I do like the style of women's reading glasses and knowing they are not always worn I figured there could be a market for a nice feminine eyeglass chain and I have made them and sold them a of times." "I mean I still am a guy and can be as macho as any other like working on railroad tracks or as a diesel locomotive electrician. But I don't have to be guy all the time. I can at times be a woman but not a female." "Well Thanks for being so honest with me John. I love that I can talk to my son about anything and get an honest answer or opinion." "Do you wear the bra I gave you?" "Oh yes mom I do and I have a nice pair of fake knockers to go inside. These are not socks in here I said pointing to my boobs." "I am really impressed and you say it is the way I dress, you love the style of." "Yup, always have. You are a great mother, mom and I really loved the last few times I have been here." "Mom.lets go in your room I want to show you something." "Oh?" So she went in and I followed and closed the door. I looked her right in the eyes and unbuttoned her blouse and removed her gold satin bra. I then removed her eyeglass chain and half-glasses and ran the beads of her sexy feminine eyeglass chain past her nipple as I sucked licked and nibbled her other nipple and she was really enjoying this. "Oh John! what do you have in mind?" "A few things mom." I unbuckled the belt she had holding up her skirt and removed it as well as her slip and panties. "Lie on the bed mom." She did so and I stuffed my head between her legs and began to lick her labia. As I was licking her she put back over her head the chain of beads and had her half-glasses lying against her boobs and that was nice to see. Mom was starting to get even hornier and wanted me to get more into this. I started running my tongue around down there and the next thing I hear is, "Oh John, I feel good. Make me feel even better and satisfy my needs, don't bother undressing." "O.K. mom." I just pulled up my skirt and slip an pulled my black lace panties to the side and mom being rather wet I went right on in. "John, look at your mom and give it to me nice an slow. I will tell you when to speed up. I just want to enjoy a real cock being up in me and hear a man breathing, can't get that from a dildo." And I did as she asked and it was ever so nice to be loved and accepted as a cross dresser and also a lover. I could feel her love being in her. Her tightness and warmth and to hear her breathing and looking at her with her half-glasses bouncing around on her luscious bosoms and smelling her fragrance. "Faster, John." "O.K. I sped up a few more strokes and I was loving this feeling. The knee highs on my legs and the silky slip and panties. My fake boobs were jiggling a bit and that was a good feeling as I was making love to my mother. "Faster, harder John." Well this was all so very nice but lets get serious. I started to hammer mom and with a passion. It is what she wanted as well. Maybe it was due to my happiness of being dressed like a woman but making love to my mother sure is a most warm and loving experience. She loved me and accepted that part of me which society sadly rejects in a man. Everyone says, "Be yourself." As long as it does not go against the unwritten laws of society, everything is fine, but it is not. Screw society, I am dressing as I damn well please. Mom was "moaning and sighing" so she had as good a time as I did. I got up close to her on the bed and we looked at each other with a real love. I knew mom and I would always be close. I would love to have stayed longer but had a few things to do. So I got my self together and gave mom a real juicy kiss, letting our tongues dance. As I headed back to Sarasota, my heart danced as well. Mom and I Ch. 04 A few weeks after mom and I talked about the cross dreesing thing, I started to wonder if I was getting too caught up in the fetish thing. A few pairs of women's half-glasses and beaded eyeglass chains and it started to bother me a bit. What if I were to meet a woman I really liked and after a bit of time we got serious. How would I get her to go along with this? Would I even want to bring this subject up? I know that if she wore glasses for reading I could keep them spotless for her and make her a nice eyeglass chain so her glasses would fall across her hopefully large bosoms. Would that be enough for me? I was at my mothers place in early February and decided to talk to her about this. "Mom I want to talk to you about some things." "Sure, I have a lot of time we could talk, want me to put up some coffee?" "Yes, thanks milk two sugars." So I sat there on the sofa wondering how this was going to work out. I saw her half-glasses on the coffee table but did not take and clean them. Mom came back into the living room with coffee and a few doughnuts, I could not believe it. "So what would you like to talk about, John?" "What do you think of this interest I have with women's half-glasses?" "Do you not like them anymore?" "I do but if I met a woman, is she going to think I am weird?" "It will depend on how you feel about it, If you feel strange about it, so will she." "I understand that mom but I think I should be able to really get turned on by a woman herself than to need her to wear her half-glasses." Mom smiled. "John, it is very good that you feel that way, because it should happen that way. You are right. If a woman thought you needed her to wear her half-glasses she would most likely feel it was them you got turned on by and it is not likely the relation would work out." "I have given that a lot of thought, mom." "I know you have and I can help you with this. "Oh, how could you do that mom?" "When you are with a woman in the sack, how long does it take to get hard?" "Too long, or so it seems." "That's what I figured." Said mom."Then what happens?" "Well I bring up the subject of women who wear glasses and ask her if she thinks it is o.k. for a guy to be turned on that way." "AND?" Asked mom. "She says she likes the idea and that she would not wear them if she did not need them and if a guy likes her in them that's fine, But it is like I am making good use of her feelings some how." "That is right John, maybe you need to be with her longer before things happen. You get nervous and her half-glasses get you turned on. But John, you have to learn to get yourself hard with out the fetishes, otherwise things will not work out right for you." "Later on when you know you can really get turned on with out the fetishes, well you could ask her to do things with your fetish BUT and I mean it, You have to be able to satisfy a woman without any of these fetishes." "Finish up your coffee and doughnuts." I did so and she takes her half-glasses with beaded eyeglass chain and looks through them. "You did not want to clean your moms half-glasses for her?" "I was thinking about other things mom." "No excuse, You are to clean them an make them spotless when you are here. Now follow me. I did so, right to her bedroom. "Take my clothes off and enjoy my body." I took off her white ruffled blouse and bra, then her skirt; slip;panties and heels were removed and she was on the bed. I then stripped off my clothes and hopped up. I knew what mom was doing, she wanted me to just enjoy HER body. NOT her half-glasses and beaded eyeglass chain and /or her heels JUST her body. I began kissing her allover her neck and nibbling on her ears while my hands were cupping her lovely bosoms. I was enjoying her feminine fragrances and her smoothness of skin and this was really nice. I know not how long I played with her bosoms,licking and kissing but I was getting hard and my cock was rubbing on moms belly. "Oh, this is so nice John." I kept playing with her bosoms as I started licking her belly. Short fast licks or slow, long and loving. I was really enjoying the moment getting intimate with mom and I was getting harder and I had no fetishes here. I started licking her thighs still fondling her beautiful bosoms. Her nipples were erect and redder than ever and she began bucking her hips. "Keep kissing an doing my tits!" Mom is getting very turned on and so am I. I spread her legs and went to her soft silky haired muff and kissed it in a thousand different ways. I nibbled her labia and sucked them and I don't know what I did not do to them but they liked it. "Fuck me NOW" Faster than greased lightning I was in my mother. I was hard as ever and she was so wet It slipped right on in and I was loving her tightness, and warmth. No words can ever describe how good it is. Hands at her side I began thrusting. "Give it to me hard and fast John!" I was giving my mom the screwing she wanted. Good and hard, good and fast and she would want it again and again. Word had all ready gone round that mom was looking better and no one knew why. Just that there was a spark in her eyes. Not like the time I wired a doorknob to a Ford T coil and sent ten thousand volts up her arm. No this was a spark of a different kind. Mom was uttering throaty sounds and I knew she was getting what she wanted. I was rock hard, and I could feel her lovely pussy juices sloshing against my battering ram. And then I came, and It sure felt great as what seemed to be a couple of quarts of liquid love blown way north of her pussy. That liquid love would course through every living molecule of hers giving her a zazzz that would last a while. To say mom was very pleased her son did her with no fetishes was like saying I was quite glad to hit the lottery for five mil. We got cleaned up and dressed and mom was very pleased. "See that John, all you needed was more time to explore a woman's body and enjoy her sexuality. It's not rocket science." As I headed back to Sarasota I had a feeling that things would really work out. And I would get to thank mom for that, many times over. Mom and I Ch. 04 A few weeks after mom and I talked about the cross dressing thing, I started to wonder if I was getting too caught up in the fetish thing. A few pairs of women's half-glasses and beaded eyeglass chains and it started to bother me a bit. What if I were to meet a woman I really liked and after a bit of time we were serious? How would I get her to go along with this? Would I even want to bring this subject up? I know that if she wore glasses for reading I could keep them spotless for her and make her a nice eyeglass chain so her glasses would fall across her hopefully large bosoms. Would that be enough for me? I was at my mothers place in early February and decided to talk to her about this. "Mom I want to talk to you about some things." "Sure, I have a lot of time we could talk, want me to put up some coffee?" "Yes, thanks milk two sugars." So I sat there on the sofa wondering how this was going to work out. I saw her half-glasses on the coffee table but did not take and clean them. Mom came back into the living room with coffee and a few doughnuts, I could not believe it. She really thinks Doughnuts are empty of any nutrition or protein. "So what would you like to talk about, John?" "What do you think of this interest I have with womens half-glasses?" "Do you not like them anymore?" "I do but if I met a woman, is she going to think I am weird?" "It will depend on how you feel about it, If you feel strange about it, so will she." "I understand that mom but I think I should be able to really get turned on by a woman herself than to need her to wear her half-glasses." Mom smiled. "John, it is very good that you feel that way, because it should happen that way. You are right. If a woman thought you needed her to wear her half-glasses she would most likely feel it was them you got turned on by and it is not likely the relation would work out." "I have given that a lot of thought, mom." "I know you have and I can help you with this. "Oh, how could you do that mom?" "When you are with a woman in the sack, how long does it take to get hard?" "Too long, or so it seems." "That's what I figured." Said mom."Then what happens?" "Well I bring up the subject of women who wear glasses and ask her if she thinks it is o.k. for a guy to be turned on that way." "AND?" Asked mom. "She says she likes the idea and that she would not wear them if she did not need them and if a guy likes her in them that's fine. But it is like I am making good use of her feelings some how." "That is right John, maybe you need to be with her longer before things happen. You get nervous and her half-glasses get you turned on. But John, you have to learn to get yourself hard with out the fetishes, otherwise things will not work out right for you." "Later on when you know you can really get turned on without the fetishes, well you could ask her to do things with your fetish BUT and I mean it, You have to be able to satisfy a woman without any of these fetishes." "Finish up your coffee and doughnuts." I did so and she takes her half-glasses with beaded eyeglass chain and looks through them. "You did not want to clean your moms half-glasses for her?" "I was thinking about other things mom." "No excuse. You are to clean them an make them spotless when you are here. Now follow me. I did so, right to her bedroom. "Take my clothes off and enjoy my body." I took off her white ruffled blouse and bra, then her skirt; slip; panties and heels were removed and she was on the bed. Then I stripped off my clothes and hopped up. I knew what mom was doing, she wanted me to just enjoy HER body. NOT her half-glasses and beaded eyeglass chain and /or her heels JUST her body. I began kissing her allover her neck and nibbling on her ears while my hands were cupping her lovely bosoms. I was enjoying her feminine fragrances and her smoothness of skin and this was really nice. I know not how long I played with her bosoms,licking and kissing but I was getting hard and my cock was rubbing on moms belly. "Oh, this is so nice John." I kept playing with her bosoms as I started licking her belly. Short fast licks or slow, long and loving. I was really enjoying the moment getting intimate with mom and I was getting harder and I had no fetishes here. I started licking her thighs still fondling her beautiful bosoms. Her nipples were erect and redder than ever and she began bucking her hips. "Keep kissing and doing my tits!" Mom is getting very turned on and so am I. I spread her legs and went to her soft silky haired muff and kissed it in a thousand different ways. I nibbled her labia and sucked them and I don't know what I did not do to them but they liked it. "Fuck me NOW" Faster than greased lightning I was in my mother. I was hard as ever and she was so wet It slipped right on in and I was loving her tightness, and warmth. No words can ever describe how good it is. Hands at her side I began thrusting. "Give it to me hard and fast John!" I was giving my mom the screwing she wanted. Good and hard, good and fast and she would want it again and again. Word had all ready gone round that mom was looking better and no one knew why. Just that there was a spark in her eyes. Not like the time I wired a doorknob to a Ford T coil and sent ten thousand volts up her arm. No this was a spark of a different kind. Mom was uttering throaty sounds and I knew she was getting what she wanted. I was rock hard, and I could feel her lovely pussy juices sloshing against my battering ram. And then I came, and It sure felt great as what seemed to be a couple of quarts of liquid love blown way north of her pussy. That liquid love would course through every living molecule of hers giving her a womanly, fulfilled feeling that would last a while. To say mom was very pleased her son did her with no fetishes was like saying I was quite glad to hit the lottery for five mil. We got cleaned up and dressed and mom was very pleased. "See that John, all you needed was more time to explore a woman's body and enjoy her sexuality. It's not rocket science." As I headed back to Sarasota I had a feeling that things would really work out. And I would get to thank mom for that, many times over. Mom and I Ch. 05 I had not ridden a motorcycle since the early 80's which would put me in the 25 to 28 age line. Now it is thirty years later and I've decided to ride again. Back in the mid 70's I bought a HondaCL360 that could kick some serious ass as was proved when I was pulled over on route 25 just north of the Bourne bridge. "Do you know how fast you were going?" Barked the State trooper. "Yup, between a hundred and ten and a hundred and fifteen." "You probably won't be around to pay the fine." The trooper grumbled as he walked back to his cruiser, got in and split. He probably figured another trooper would be peeling my remains off the high-way and was he worth taking the time to write out a ticket? Thirty years later I am driving by Jim's Harley Davidson dealer in St. Pete Florida. But this time something told me to go on in and see what they had for bikes. There she was, a 1991 Sporty with black tank and fenders; chrome exhaust pipes; large S&S chrome air cleaner; shorty carburetor and chrome tubes for the lift rods. Left side had a battery box; horn and oil filter in chrome plus the ignition switch. Both sides of the V-45 degree 1200 C.C. engine are in chrome as is the kick stand. The engine has a five speed transmission and electric start. I gave the dealer a hundred dollar bill to put down and I went to the bank. I came back an hour later with the balance, a helmet and a pair of goggles. A few days later I rode down to see Mom in Sarasota and she was quite happy to see me. "Where is your truck John?" "Back at the house, I took the bike." "Bike? what bike?" "Take a look out the window, mom." "Oh that is a nice bike." And mom went out to take a good look. "Damn that chrome really sparkles." "Oh yeah, that's Purple polish, best stuff I ever used." I was wearing faded jeans; Herman survivor work boots and a heavy shirt as the weather was getting a bit cooler. "So John are you going to give me a ride?" The way she asked me, I could not tell if she meant on the bike or on the bed, either being quite fine though. "How about on the bike? at least for now." She wickedly grinned at me. I liked that last bit,'at least for now' as it seemed there would be a good chance of getting intimate with Mom later on. I gave Mom a good fitting helmet and we took off to St. Pete. I loved the feeling of moms large sexy tits pushed into me with her hands wrapped around me. By the time we got there I was starving and mom was hungry too. So we went to the waffle house, a stones throw from the Harley dealer. Mom had her sexy silver half-round glasses, the ones she used to get me off with a few times, still hanging by a pearl beaded neck chain and the memory of what was done made me tight down there. "Oh John, this is great, my son taking me for a great ride over the Sky way bridge." "Well Mom I loved it too." and I am looking at this hot looking lady with her half-glasses down her nose as she looked at the menu. I heard a couple of bikes pulling into the parking lot and they entered the waffle house at the same time Mom asks, "So John, have you been enjoying the half-glasses and bra I gave you and what else have you been doing?" "Can we talk about that later Mom?" I really did not want a couple of bikers knowing their kind liked to fool around with a few pair of lady's half-glasses with beaded neck chains and brassieres. She knew what I meant. "Oh yes, I know what you mean. " "The bike gives such a smooth ride, John." "Yeah it does, I like that it looks like it rolled out of the 50's and being able to stand up feet flat on the ground is good too. Mom was eating a waffle and I saw a few drops of syrup land on her glasses. "Mom, your half-glasses just got hit by the syrup, want me to clean them for ya?" "Would you like to do that for your Mom?" "Sure." So they were spotless when I got finished with them. Mom looked through them and she knew I knew what to do with a pair of lady's reading glasses. "Would John like to give his Mom a nice ride on the bed when we get back to the house?" Mom asked as she looked at me over the tops of her glasses with those sexy pearl beads gently swaying. "Sure, and did you like going over the Sky way bridge?" "Yes, I loved it and you are going to take me for many other rides too. . .right?" "Hell yes Mom, some even on the bike." Mom gave me a smirk, "I will look forward to that." The sun was setting in the west as we headed south over the Sky way bridge and we were feeling great. I loved having Mom on the back of my Harley with her nice big tits stuffed into my back and her hands around me. Mom wanted me, because as soon as we were in the house, she had her hand between my jeans and belt and lead me to her room and yeah I was nude in seconds, and mom had her bra,panties on. They were sexy black with a lot of lace and I liked the way her silver half-glasses looked against her brassiere. Mom had slipped into a pair of patent black pumps with short flared heels and in my mind I knew that as we were doing each other, the room lighting would sparkle upon those heels and they'd take on a life of their own. "Does John want Mom to touch him down there?" Mom is using her silver half-rounds as an extended finger, pointing to my fat red shaft. Mom is a lovely woman and those one hundred miles with a biker chick only made me horny as hell. I was on top of her and I started to nibble on her ears and kiss her neck, slowly working down to her sexy mounds, her nipples like the sweetest of strawberries and then moving to her belly button. "Oh John, please don't do anything yet, I so want to enjoy having a man on top of me." "No problem here dear." And I resumed kissing and licking her nipples, her brassiere of course was removed before she hit the bed. "John, Mom wants you to kiss and lick her sexy silver half-rounds and maybe suck on her beads, you will do that for Mom. . . right?" "Yes Mom." I did. I felt I was being dominated and one of my fantasies was to have Mom as my Dominatrix Again Mom asked, "Want me to touch you down there with my half-glasses you so much love?" "Not today Mom." "Do you not like them anymore?" "I do but as you showed me once, a woman should be enough to get me hard enough to satisfy a lady." "Tell me john. . . Do you still do things with the few pair of glasses and brassiere I gave you?" "Oh yes Mom, that bra has so much cum in it, it can walk on its own!" "I was thinking I could do something wild with my patent black heels." "And ya know, I'd love that but not today." "I picked up a pair of larger round glasses, would you cum them for me so I can lick the bug juice off them?" I never heard of cum being called bug juice! Mom's questions were curiously getting me hotter. I began to go into my Moms soft tight silky muff, nice and slowly then pull out a bit and going back in. It seemed I did this for a good thirty minutes, it felt so great I did not want to stop. "In more John." and I did. GAWD Mom is so tight as if she had a new cylinder and me with a ring job, great compression here. I was licking her belly and boobs on the in stroke. Mom's sex juices were slurping and sloshing around my manhood. I could hear and feel her sex parts laden with moistness as I gave her the fucking we both so wanted. Moms half-glasses caught the light of a lamp as they jiggled around by her boobs and I found something of a real turn-on in that. Well I was doing sixty and it was quite nice but I decided to roll on the throttle and bring her up to at least ninety five. I have a twelve hundred C.C. engine, might as well use as many of them as I can and see where it takes me. In my head I could hear the throaty roar of that Harley engine as my piston was filling my Moms lovely cylinder with something that would make her eyes glow as if she grabbed a spark plug wire. "Oh John, what have you done to your dear old Mom?" She chortled. "This will have to last until the next time and when will that be?" "Next time I'm over." "And we can do the fetish thing and bondage?" Moms voice rose a bit at the end of that sentence. Bondage? yeah that's worth getting tied up over. "I have this friend, Janet, her hubby died a year ago. Kidneys went. Imagine that, after like sixty five years, his kidneys went out on him." "They just don't make things like they used to, Mom' "Well as it turns out, her hubby had a few fetishes but was too embarrassed to tell Janet. After he died, Janet found a letter he wrote to her, asking what she would think if he told her he wanted to be ordered to wear her clothes and be tied up But what is really interesting is, he was a biker, he had a Triumph, made in England. "We should not cheat your friend out of something nice, how about fixing us up when she comes over to see you. How old is she?" "Mid sixties John, and yes she has about a dozen pair of half-glasses. I could tell her I know a guy who'd be very happy to keep them spotless for her. She is lonely, a bit on the big side but her boobs should be enough for any guy, and she has a nice personality, rather funny or wise-ass at times. I bet you'll like her. "Think she'd be interested in a long term sentence?" "How did you know that John?" "Know what Mom?" "Janet loved a long term relationship and sometimes called it 'a lifetime sentence." I got myself dressed and ready to hit the road, I told Mom I'd be there next Wednesday and to work on getting Janet to meet me. As I rode back on my trusty Harley I wondered what the hell kind of marriage Janet had and could I get a three-some started? And as I was thinking of getting it on with two fine ladies, I could feel a real tightness growing in my pants. Mom and I Ch. 06 After Mom got a damn good ride last week, she wanted another one to keep her feeling good, and many more after that. And her loving son was willing to give them to her. I was also thinking along the lines of a 3-some with Mom and her friend Janet. I was polishing up the front tire rim on the Harley with some of that great purple polish when my cell phone rang "Oh hi Mom, how's it going? That's nice. "What's that? You'd like me to come over today and do some things for you?" Yeah I can do that, Have you talked to Janet yet? uh huh And she likes the idea of meeting your son? Great o.k. I'll be there around three. Love ya." I had all the chrome polished and the tank and fender waxed. In short the bike was looking good. I started her up and checked my lighting. Yeah, Life is good. I went in the house and cleaned up a little and headed to 54th Avenue to pick up Route 275. I felt plum great as I rode over the Sunshine Skyway bridge, water on both sides and the sun shining brightly. I know Moms eyes would be bright when I got finished with her. Would Janet be there I wondered. I pulled into moms driveway around three that afternoon and saw a black Lincoln town car and figured it was Janets. I ring the chimes and Mom answers "Oh John, I am so glad you were able to come. After last week I could not keep my mind on anything else." Damn was Mom was happy, as if she won the lottery. "So the bike really did something for ya, huh Mom?" "Yes that too!" I grab her with my arms around her and giving her a good feel, her sexy hips and ass give me plenty to fantasize about, Mom is softly moaning. I don't want to break her sexy half-glasses hanging across her lovely boobs so I take them and kiss them for her as I run my right hand down over her plump and sexy hips and then to her bum split and I am pulling Mom to me and I dry hump her. "OH John that feels good, am I wrong for telling you about Janet?" "No Mom, Janet needs to be loved by a man as well, and a candles light is not diminished when you light a second candle from it." "Let me introduce you to Janet." And there she is. A plump and cheery looking woman with long grey hair, nice boobs and a pleasant face. She is wearing a navy blue skirt; a white blouse and low pumps in patent black. Her silver half-moon style glasses hang across her ample bosoms from a nice glass beaded neck chain and I was already getting hard. "Hello John, your Mom told me about the great ride you gave her last week!" Which ride does she mean? she comes across like a wise-ass, so I like her already. "Oh yeah Janet, Mom loves a good ride!" Janet then said, "Your Mom loved the ride on the bike too!" Yeah I am going to like Janet a lot, I thought to myself. "So I hear your husband had a Triumph?" "Yes John, he was a great biker and I miss him, but damn his kidneys went out on him." "Janet, believe me, I am sorry for your loss. I mean you were sentenced to live with him for thirty five years?" "Anyways, If there is anything I can do to help... well I'll be here for you." Indeed I would, she is a good looking woman with some spark to her and a good bit of femininity. She has a voice and opinions I'm sure I would love as the sex. I love being able to talk to a woman about world events. social rights and wrongs, the stock market and believe it or not, sex too. "I am going to put up some coffee." Mom threw over her shoulder as she went to the kitchen. "So Ray, what is this I hear about you liking the looks of a woman wearing half-glasses?" I guess Mom told her about my little fetish, I did not know Janet would hop right on to it. With a bit of a laugh I said, "Yes Janet, there is truth to that, maybe they are symbolic of intell- igence or the quaint looks of some granny with her hair up in a bun and flat out dying for a piece of man-meat, the spark behind her gold half-square glasses as she thinks about some well endowed guy giving her what she has so badly been needing." "Or maybe they are a fetish item and they get you aroused? And you really go for that?" she cooed as she sat there smiling like a clam as she toyed with the neck chain making her half-glasses jiggle and because the sunlight fell upon them the glasses sparkled as they moved about. Is there such a thing as being too direct? I had to to wonder. Mom comes back into the living room with a tray of coffee cups, milk, sugar, and "Come sit nest to me John." Said Janet and I did so. We were talking about how the CSX railroad is doing and Janet takes the beaded chain to her half-glasses off the back of her neck and drags them over my crotch. Naturally I was erect in no time flat and Mom walks in. "So Joan, does John like to see you wear your half-glasses?" Janet asked. "Does he stare at at your breasts as the glasses hang across them?" All this being said as Janet drags her sexy half- glasses over the lump in my pants. "Yes he does and I love that and I have done some nice things with them, I never have to worry about smudges or anything like that and if you two become a bit of an item, well Janet, you won't ever have to worry about not seeing well through your glasses. Matter of fact I called John one night around midnight and said, "John my half-glasses are smudgy," and he got on his bike and came down to clean them for me. We had a lovely time huh John? chips, dips and beer, giving Mom a real good feel, me wrapping the beads of my glasses around you and ordering you to cum them for me." "I think it is so exciting how he gets so hard down there, I mean it gets up as fast as his bike moves." I thought it quite interesting how a guy could think about his fetishes, and what he would like a couple of ladies to do with said fetishes, but to just discuss it so openly, as Mom and Janet are doing. Mom telling Janet she thinks it is so nice how I get so hard? Well someday Mom may not want it but I will and I will tell her, "Mom, you think it is so exciting how I get hard down there." Well you better start getting exited as I am and I am going to get it." "Well John, many men have fetishes but few talk about them, I bet you love high heels too, say in black patent?" Janet said and though she was not reading, she had her nice silver half-moon style glasses at the end of her nose and seemed to be looking at me over the tops. Yup, I thought to myself, Mom told Janet a lot about me. Oh well, probably better off in the long run for Janet to know what I like, who knows, maybe Janet will start doing things with out me asking. "Your Mom says you like it when she wraps her beaded neck chain around it". Janet's eyes moving back to my crotch, "and touches you all over down there. I think it is so nice you and mom get along so nicely." If I was not mistaken Janet was really getting heated about this. "I guess one could say Janet, 'The mother and son who play together, stay together." Both Mom and Janet giggled. "You know John, I know already that I am going to like you alot and since I have known your Mom for a long time, I think we could make a pretty good three-some, what do you think? I had already considered that and figured it could be pretty good and I could see Janet definitely loves sex. "I think it's time for more coffee and these scones are delicious!" "Joan, how about us two ladies doing things with John and our half-glasses. Let's see which pair of glasses he covers with man sauce." "Oh I imagine there will be plenty of time for a three-some Janet. How about you and John just taking a nice bike ride." "Yes, that does sound nice, John, what do you think?" asked Janet "I think a ride on my Harley would be nice right now however I think you ought to be dressed for biking." "I know, that's why I did bring some biker clothes, I just did not know if you were comming and I like to dress feminine if I am not riding." So that was settled and as Janet was ready to mount the bike, I asked if she was hungry. "Yes I am." "What do you like, Janet. Italian food or a good piece of beef?" "Italian would be nice." Once she was on the bike we headed for St. Pete as the Olive Garden wasn't available in Sarasota yet. We got there around five thirty or so and the supper crowd was just beginning to fill the place up. We were seated in a cozy little corner and Janet goes for her purse to take her half-glasses and beads out and they are a rather nice pair of silver half-rounds with a glass beaded chain. I saw them back at Moms but I did not notice the tiny cut glass diamonds between the beads. A waitress came over and asked what we wanted to drink and asked if we wanted the salad and bread sticks and left us with two menu's "Are you going to let me clean those for you?" I ask in hopes of her saying yes. "Sure, John." She hands them to me and I had such a boner going on down there. I kissed her glasses and licked them, pretending they were Janets ample tits, then I cleaned them, threw the beaded chain over my neck and with her glasses at the end of my nose, I checked out the bill of fare even though I knew what I would order. "Why did you kiss and lick my glasses John?" Janet asked as she licked her nice red lips. " I was imagining kissing and licking your nipples later on Janet, thinking they are like big sweet strawberries." I got up from the table and walked over to Janet and planted a fat juicy kiss on her mouth as my right hand came down and cupped her right breast. Janets mouth opened and our tongues met and danced. "Oh Janet, this could be better than desert." "I take it you're a boob man." "Yep and to not like these, one would have to be a boob." "Oh John!" Janet gushed,"I think we're in for a great evening." "I think so too Janet, and how many other pair of half-glasses do you have? I want to keep them all sparkling for you." "So they really turn you on, John?" she asked with a smile. "YUP, and any time you get smudges, give me a holler and I will come over and clean them for you." "Anytime John?" "If I get the call, I will come over." I ordered the four cheese sauce with spaghetti and meatballs. Janet ordered the roast chicken over Spaghetti with alfredo sauce. "So John, you and your Mom, you have a nice cozy thing going?" "Rather, although I would imagine you knew that already." I said between bites of pasta and cheese sauce. "When is the last time you ate, John?" Janet asked. " Seems you have not eaten in a few days." "I had a can of roast beast hash and three eggs for breakfast, but it seems biking can make a guy really acquire an appetite." "Maybe you want a cream pie for desert?" Janet said with a smirk. Somehow I got the idea we were not talking about the cream pie from the bakers but I had no trouble with that either. I put my hand in my pocket and let my bike keys fall on the floor as an excuse to get under the table. "Well, I don't know how my keys dropped out of my pocket." I got down on the floor to get them and I ran my tongue up Janets stockinged leg and I licked the black seem behind her leg as well. "Janet, down here." She smiled and asked, "Can't find your keys?" "There down here somewhere."I said as my hand wandered over to her panties and I slipped a finger in and felt her soft hairy muff and her legs opened up a bit more for me. I knew what that meant and I started to finger her. "Oh John, that's rather nice but your macaroni is cooling off." I decided it was time to come back up and finish supper and Janet had a look on her face that spoke well of me. "How was everything down there, John?" "Oh just fine Janet, "Your finger felt nice there John, I really liked it. Your mom never said anything about you being so daring. "Well the waffle house is too open for any kind of messing around but had I taken her to the Olive Garden, yeah this would have happened. "Janet, let me see your glasses again." She took the neck chain and lifted it over her head and handed them to me. I got behind her and started to stroke her breast with her sexy silver half-moon style glasses and said, "Can you imagine how your nipples will feel as I run the chain past them? or how your labia will feel as I do the beads thing down there? rubbing your sexy half-glasses over your sex lips, I can only imagine the throes of pleasure that will come upon you." "Oh John, you do sound like a biker." "I might just want to stick my cock up between those boobs and screw them till the nipples drop off." What do you think about that Janet?" "Maybe a bit of skin creme there so you don't score the cylinder with that piston of yours." "You do know about bikes, huh Janet?" "Yes John, My husband was not a mechanic but he knew how bike engines are put together and what would cause a spark plug to foul up. I would like to think my cleavage would be a great cylinder for that piston of yours." Damn, I have a cock that would not quit, the way Janet spoke, I could tell she wanted me and all of me. How do I walk out of here without letting the world know what I want to do? Oh screw it, so I walk out of here with my pants tented maybe some guy will get an idea of what he should be doing. We finished our dinner and Janet said, "So John, want to come back to my place? and see what happens after you get all my half-glasses sparkling?" "Sure, where do you live?" "Windmill village North lot 1059, I will tell you when you get into the park." "Oh John?" " Yeah Janet?" "How about more of a ride before we go back to my place?" "Sure, I have a nice ride in mind." So we took another route a bit north and over a few bridges that had water on both sides and we came out to route 275 south down to Sarasota. Janet was giving me directions into the park and to her house and I am so fucking hard. Oh yes Janet and I are going to have a nice time. She came out of her bedroom wearing a fancy pink bra with lace, and matching slip and panties and patent black hi- heels. She also has a pair of small gold ovals hanging across her large lovely boobs from a beaded chain of small pearls and her body is hot. "Wine and cheese?" She asks.. "Sure." It is true I could go through a gallon of Rhine wine; port wine cheese; and a few boxes of crackers with no trouble. I am impressed with her stereo system, a KR6030 pushing some good power with no distortion into a pair of large three-way speakers. We sat on the sofa and talked for a while, my right hand over her right shoulder and sipping wine and really enjoying her company. "So Janet, what was your husbands name?' "Vincent, or Vinny." "What kind of work did he do?" "Electrician, some commercial but mostly homes." I decided it was time to get things going and my right hand started to work its way under her bra. "Just take my bra off, John." I did so and was very pleased to see how well her boobs filled it. I was on my knees in front of her after I took from her her neck chain and gold ovals. I started to rub them over Jan's nipples, then I ran the beaded chain along her nipples and Janet was get- ting hot and breathing heavier. Oh yes she is moving around at the hips and moaning. "Spread your sexy legs Janet, I'm coming in." "Of course." She did so and I am licking her labia and she is really turned on. I take her small gold ovals and rub them over her labia then I run the beads past her sex lips and her hand is heading down there. "Would you like me in there now Janet?" "Finger me first, John, it felt so good at the Olive Garden!" I went in with two fingers and in no time they were covered in Janets slick sex juices, then three fingers and I love the way Janet is rolling at the hips. "Oh now John." said Janet with the meaning of a woman who had not had it for five years now. I was on top of her in seconds and Janet feels so tight. I did not start fucking her though, I just kept it in and fondled her lovely melons and she with her head on a mauve colored pillow looked at me through a pair of silver half-square glasses with a purple beaded chain hanging from them. "O.k. John, give me those twelve hundred c.c's So I started hammering Janet, I thought I would start out slowly as if in first gear and gradually work up to red line speed, by then I'd be in fifth gear and doing close to a hundred and twenty. Janet had a good ride on the bike, now it was time for a great ride on the bed. Relentlessly I slam her and Janet is loving every minute of it, in my ears I hear the hearty and throaty roar of the bike Janet rode on and she is loving this ride I have my arms around this hot sexy woman and I am fucking her the way she wants it, hard and fast and then she tightens up with her patent black heels wrapped tight around me and I an blowing a nice load of cum into her loins and she tightens a few more times and after a few deep breaths starts to relax after that great pounding. "Oh John." "Man that was so good "Tell me about it, John, you are such a wonderful lover, I love that you love to explore a woman's body and touch everything. Vinny was like that too. " "Well yeah Janet, it's a biker thing, every biker wants to know every part of his ride, what it does and how it works with other parts. We held each other for quite some time, really enjoying each other, me loving her feminine fragrance and her loving my manly strength and old spice cologne. Mom and I Find Bondage "What the hell are these?" Mom threw several of my bondage magazines onto the coffee table in front of me with a sound that snapped me out of the late afternoon nap I had been taking. I was completely flustered. I didn't think she would ever find them. "I asked you what the hell are these?" I sat up on the couch and tried to shake myself awake. "Magazines. Just magazines, Mom. Why are you so mad?" "I'm mad because you graduated college last spring and it's now fall and you're still living at home with me, taking naps on the couch and you've got the weirdest magazines hidden in your bedroom closet." I made a mental note to get a small safe just as soon as I got some cash together. I definitely had some things in my room that I didn't want Mom to see. I just wished that she hadn't found my bondage magazine collection. "Just look at this girl on the cover," Mom said. "She's tied up so tight, I don't think she could move. And look at that gag in her mouth. She probably couldn't scream to save her own life! And she's only wearing a bikini. Where is she supposed to be? In a tanning salon?" I could see that this was going to be a long afternoon. It made me wish I had gone out to the mall.The truth was, I was in the process of starting my own photography business. I had already booked several jobs. Some weddings. A few portraits. But, by far, the most fun and the best paying were the very kind of pictures that were freaking Mom out - bondage! There was a big market for bondage photography. Wives that wanted to surprise their husbands with a set of photos of them tied and gagged. I also did more conventional "cheescake" photography. Some guys would contact me and say that they wanted pictures of their wives dressed in swimsuits. The wives told me that it brought the spice back into their marriage. "Mom, what can I tell you? I like these kinds of pictures. Relax, the girl's aren't being hurt. They're being paid to pose like this." Mom looked at the tied and gagged girl on the cover of the magazine, then she thumbed through the inside. "Every one of these poor girls has a gag in her mouth. I hope that they at least clean the gag before they put in her mouth. What is it about these pictures that you like so much?" "I just do, Mom. I just do," I answered, with a sigh. "Well here, take these magazines back to your room and hide them where nobody else can find them." I made a big theatrical turn around the living room. "Somebody else? Like who is somebody else, Mom. You and I are the only ones living here." I gathered up the magazines and started to take them upstairs to my room when Mom stopped me and took the top magazine off the pile. "I'm going to hang on to this one for awhile, honey." You could've knocked me over with a feather! "I thought you hated this stuff, Mom. Now you want to look at it?" "At first, I did freak out, didn't I? But I must admit that I'm a little curious. I want to see if I can figure out why you like pictures of girls tied up and gagged." Time passed and Mom and I went about our business. I was really intrigued by her taking one of my bondage magazines to read. I caught her surfing some bondage web sites on her laptop computer. That's how Mom usually approached a new concept or idea. First she would be kind of freaked out by it, then she would investigate it and then, more often than not, she would embrace it. And then it hit me. What would my Mom look like wearing just a bikini or a pair of tight shorts and a halter, with her arms tied behind her back and a cloth gag in her mouth? I felt my cock twitch, ever so slightly. As time went on, I noticed a change in Mom. She started paying more attention to her appearance and seemed to be a little less uptight than on the day she found my magazine collection. She also seemed to be a little more "touchy feely" than she had ever been. Right or wrong, I was getting more and more aroused by her. She just seemed a lot "cooler" than she had ever been before. Things were definitely getting interesting. On one occasion, she knocked my socks off. She called me and said that she didn't feel like cooking and that I should meet her for dinner at this restaurant in our neighborhood. What surprised me was that it was a little Italian restaurant that was usually frequented by just couples. I got to the restaurant and there was my Mom, looking fantastic! She was sitting in the bar. She wore a black, tight leather mini-skirt that was at least 6 inches above her knees. She had on black four inch high heels. She wore a sleeveless top that had a plunging neckline. I never realized that she was so beautiful! "Hi, honey. I'm glad to see you." "You look fantastic, Mom." I was losing my cool and I knew it. Mom kissed me, on the mouth, for at least five seconds. The waitress escorted us to a private booth in a dark part of the restaurant where Mom and I were practically alone. It was in that booth that Mom seduced me. There was plenty of food and lots of wine and Mom made sure it kept coming. She sat close to me all night. The waitress was hot, but my Mom was hotter! I put my hand on my Mom's thigh. It was so silky, so smooth. She moaned a soft, low moan as I caressed her beautiful legs. "Honey, I've been looking through that magazine I took from you and I've been checking out some websites, too and it seems to me that there are a lot of girls being gagged and tied up out there. And now it's got me curious. Do you really like to see that kind of thing?" My heart was racing. "Mom, you have no idea how much that a tied up girl with a gag in her mouth turns me on." Mom leaned closer to me. "Does the girl enjoy being tied and gagged. I really would like to know." I quickly finished my glass of wine and poured myself another. Mom touched my thigh. "Honey, if you had some rope, I would ask you to tie me up right now." I looked around to make sure no one was looking at us. Then I picked up an unused red cloth napkin from the table. I held it front of my Mom's face. "Mom, I think you have some questions about bondage and I want to answer them for you. I don't have any rope but I do have a gag. Can I put this gag in your mouth while no one is looking?" Mom leaned forward, closed her eyes, tilted her head up and opened her mouth. I gently put the cloth napkin in her mouth and tied it in a knot behind her head. A soft moan of pleasure came from under the napkin-gag in her mouth. I took hold of Mom's wrists and tied them together with another cloth napkin. Mom opened her eyes and looked at me from over the gag in her mouth. I asked her if she liked being tied and gagged. Soft sounds of pleasure came from her gagged mouth as she nodded her head up and down. "Mom, would you like to explore this further, at home?" Once again, Mom nodded her head up and down. I untied her wrists and pulled the gag from her mouth. Mom kissed me on the mouth, hungrily. "Oh, honey, now I understand what those magazines mean to you. And I think that the girl can enjoy being tied too!" I put my hand over Mom's mouth. I could feel her lips trying to move under my palm. "Ssshhh. Let's just get the check and go home. We have some exploring to do." I took my hand off of Mom's mouth, kissed her passionately, got the check and drove us home. As the door shut behind us, I grabbed her throat and covered her mouth. Her hand fumbled for my cock, found it and quickly took me to the first of many orgasms I would have that evening. I dragged Mom down the hallway to my bedroom and threw her down on my bed. In a matter of a minute or two, she lay nude before me. "Honey, put a gag in my mouth. I really like it when you put a gag in my mouth." I took a bright yellow bandana from the dresser drawer and pulled it tightly between her lips and tied it behind her head. A few minutes later, Mom was tied spread eagle to each bed post. I recorded the image with my video camera. My Mom looked better than any of the other "bondage babes" in any of my magazines. "Mom, you look so fantastic!" I stood over her as Mom lay tied to my bed. She moaned under the gag that I had put in her mouth. We looked into each other's eyes. My clothes fell to the floor as I ripped them off. Seconds later, wave after wave of pleasure went through us as I slid my cock into Mom. Even though she was gagged already, I clamped my hand over her mouth to keep her screams of pleasure from disturbing the neighbors! THE END. Mom and I Go on Vacation My parents stopped fighting when I turned sixteen. It's not like they started getting along; they just stopped fighting. They were polite and civil, like business acquaintances who mildly disliked each other but understood decorum would help get them through the day. Over the next two years I would, through observation, their occasional comments, and remarks of friends and family members, piece together most of what happened; I would not learn all the details until the events described in this story. On the evening before my sixteenth birthday Mom and Dad were set to look at a car they were considering buying for me. Dad was going to bring a mechanic friend. Dad did not show. He said he was detained at the office. Dad was a vice-president of Citizen's Bank. His boss was Beverly D'Angelo. Ms. D'Angelo, you always called her Ms. D'Angelo, was formidable. She was fifteen years Dad's senior, looked and dressed like a battleship, and, as far as I could discern, had no sense of humor. She was the bank's owner, chairperson, and president. She'd built Citizen's from scratch and its eight branches prospered in Cobb County, Georgia, despite competition from an array of national banks. Mom was mad because she believed, correctly, that detained at the office meant that Dad was cheating on her. Dad and Ms. D'Angleo were...? I'm not sure if I know the correct word. His mistress doesn't come close. Her master certainly doesn't capture it; Dad was definitely not in charge. Gigolo is too trivial. Paramour might be best. They were...? Again the word eludes me. Lovers ain't right; intimates ain't right either. They had sex - she was apparently voracious in the sack - but she was in charge and outside the bedroom they showed almost no affection for each other. Propriety was the rule. They always seemed to be, even years after she sold the bank and they married, boss and subordinate. Mom had come home crying, but by the time Dad arrived, steeled for Mom's onslaught, she had rebooted. She showered, her hair was in place, her make-up, always minimal, perfect. I was asleep when Mom, her presentation imperturbable, made Dad an offer. They would keep the marriage together until I went to college. They would live parallel lives in the same house. He could be detained at the office as much as he wanted, but he would do nothing, like he had that night, to publicly embarrass her; she would do the same for him. Dad said he would think about it. The next day, having consulted with Ms. D'Angelo, he agreed. Remarkably, it worked. Mom and Dad were polite, but didn't bother with each other's business. Dad seemed to age, becoming more staid by the month, which is how I suspect Ms. D'Angleo liked it. The effect on Mom was even more telling. Making plans for life as single woman, she took a job in the Cobb County Parks Department. She quickly became a department favorite and when the position of Assistant to the Director of Public Relations opened, she was promoted. She became a fixture in our community, appearing before civic organizations and schools touting the Parks Department and its services, winning over people with her enthusiasm, sense of humor, and husky sexy voice. She also came to live her job. She returned to the gym, worked herself back into shape, went for a run each morning. Her weekends were filled with the activity she promoted: horse back riding, kayaking, canoeing, hiking. My friends started commenting about the new Mom. She was, I knew, to a large extent the old Mom who had rediscovered the joy of the things she has surrendered when she became the proper wife of man of stodgy semi-importance. But there was a new Mom there also; her confidence grew, she was outgoing, friendly, perky. She discarded the regalia of a banker's wife, cut her blonde hair short and practical, favored jeans, shirts and shorts. Dad kept his word; he did nothing to embarrass Mom, but he spent most of his time at the office and often accompanied Ms. D'Angelo out of town. When he did Mom was, at first, sad and wistful. I'd hang with her, try to cheer her up. Over time that changed. Her ceaseless activity in the community brought her an array of new friends; she became a skilled cook in a number of Asian cuisines; she planted a vegetable garden; she taught at the Wright Environmental Education Center. More then anything else, however, she went outdoors. At first it was when Dad went away for a weekend that she'd head for north Georgia to rock climb, or canoe, or kayak, or hike. Soon it was most every weekend. And in the process of Mom rediscovering the outdoors, I discovered it. I had always been most comfortable in front of a computer. The first few times Mom went out-of-town she asked me to come along, saying she needed the company and, I suspect, not trusting me home alone. At first I protested, I was a teenager after all, I protested everything, but after I stopped whining and paid attention I found Mom was right, the outdoors was great. Over the next few years I became Mom's regular companion as we explored the countryside. I also found a bit of the activist in me and she and I became active in the Atlanta Audubon Society and Environment Georgia. During my senior year I set my sights on the University of Vermont with the hope, on graduation, of getting into the Vermont Law School and its environmental law program. I felt some guilt about leaving Mom, but my guilt was assuaged by Mom's enthusiastic support of the idea. When I received my letter of acceptance Mom gleefully jumped into my arms. I graduated high school, worked that summer for the Parks Department, a job Mom procured for me, and spent more time than ever with her. It was on one of these trips, camping at the Crooked River Park, thinking of how much I'd miss these excursions with her, that I made the suggestion that would change my life. "Mom, you haven't had a real vacation in years. Why don't we drive up to Vermont together? We could take a week, ten days, and stop at some of the places we've talked about visiting." And that is how in August, four months after I turned eighteen, that Mom and I came to pack up my car and head north. Our first stop was the New River in North Carolina. We had planned a two day canoe trip, camping overnight in the New River State Park. During the first afternoon we saw a thunderstorm heading our way and lost our bet that we could beat it to the campground. By the time we got to the shore and erected our tent, we were drenched. We crawled inside, turned our backs to each other, changed clothes. Mom lay down, but she was shivering. I crawled up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, trying to warm her up. Mom's not a big woman - five foot seven inches, 121 pounds - and I was able to envelop her in my grasp. I lay an arm across her chest. She shifted, a braless breast pressed against my forearm. I began to pull away, but Mom had laid her arm over mine and snuggled up against me. "Thank you, that's better, it feels nice." So we were quiet, trying to warm each other up, and Mom's breast was pressed against my arm. I began evaluating it. Nice size, not too large, B cup probably. I would have thought ladies her age all drooped, but Mom's were firm. Her nipples, I figured from the cold, were semi-erect. And I began thinking about her life after I got to college. As a few of my friend's had commented, Mom was a good looking lady. With me out of the house and her marriage dissolving, she'd be dating again. Guys would be lining up for this 39 year old: outgoing, up-beat, positive, ready laugh, slim, flat stomach, green eyes, sexy voice. More than any of that, however, Mom radiated life. She was observant and questioning, her mind alert, curious, flexible, open, enthusiastic about anything new and, despite sometimes being scatter-brained, she learned easily. Dad loved for things to stay the same; Mom looked for variety and change. Was I ready for a step-dad? I was not ready for a step-dad. I woke the next morning to the sound of Mom building a fire. While the storm had broken over night, our stuff was still wet. Mom had hung our clothes on a tree branch to dry. I joined her and after breakfast, we packed up and headed down river. * * * * Our next stop was the Kanawha State Forest in West Virginia for the Black Bear Weekend, two days of mountain biking with the West Virginia Mountain Biking Association. The second night, around a campfire, everyone was tired and dirty and the beer was flowing freely. I was talking to a good looking red head when I noticed a couple of dudes, they looked college age, flirting with Mom. She was a sight: her jersey and shorts were covered with mud, her knees cut, specks of dirt on her face, pink nail polish chipped. Still she seemed to be enjoying the attention and flirted right back, laughing at their jokes, laying a hand on their chests. I found myself getting annoyed - these guys were hitting on Mom - excused myself, and wandered her way. There I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and she leaned into me, kissing my cheek. She introduced me as John. The guys hung around for a few more minutes, but wandered off when they figured they weren't going to score. In the tent that night, as I had in North Carolina, I rolled over and held Mom. "You're nice and warm," she said, "feels nice." "Those guys out there, they were interested in you." It took her a second to get my meaning and then she laughed, that husky throaty laugh of hers. "Oh c'mon son. I'm an old lady, I could be their mother." "Mom, you're a good-looking woman. Guys are always checking you out." Mom rolled on to her side and looked at me. "So you think your Mom's a fox you gotta protect, do you?" "Well, I meant attractive in a Mom kinda way." She smiled. "Demoted from fox to Mom-kinda-way so quickly. My poor ego can barely sustain the blow." Mom saw me trying to craft a response. "Well son, before you put your foot back in your mouth, why don't you give me a leg rub. I am some sore." And, as the fading noise of the party gave way to the sounds of the forest at night, that is what I did. * * * * Our next stop was Pennsylvania Amish country for two days of road cycling. Instead of camping we stayed at the Richmond House Bed and Breakfast in New Holland. Riding with a local bicycle club we put in eighty-five miles the first day. On our return Mom showered, emerging from the bathroom in a pink shirt, white pants, and sandals. There was a healthy glow to her skin. We had dinner at a restaurant named, I kid you not, Lickity Split, shared an ice cream sundae, and headed back to the room. Mom returned to the bathroom to get ready for bed. There, through the door she had left half-open so we could continue our conversation, I saw her reflection in a bedroom mirror. She was naked, bending down to pick up a flannel shirt. My eyes were drawn to her ass. Mom had a great ass: skin smooth, symmetrical, rounded at the top and bottom, shapely, taut and firm, and set high on her body. What was Mom? I'd guess 34-26-34. She put on the shirt. I changed and although the room had two beds, she asked if I wouldn't mind sleeping next to her. She said she liked the warmth of my body. I, of course, assented, taking her in my arms. She feel asleep first and I lay there, thinking about the dudes who had flirted with her last night. It had probably been years since Mom had sex. After I got to college would she try to make up for lost time? I'd seen the ways guys looked at her. I had a few prurient thoughts about the ass separated from my penis by only a flannel shirt. * * * * The final leg of our journey was a three day hike on Vermont's Long Trail. The weather was perfect and the days glorious as we walked a small portion of this wonder. We were walking in the middle of the week and so had the trail and its abundant wildlife mostly to ourselves. While it was before the leaves changed, the scenery was still magnificent. On the second day we camped by Duck Brook Shelter, next to a small water fall and pond. We were the only people there. By this point Mom no longer needed to ask; during the night I held her body to mine. When I woke I wasn't surprised to find her gone - she usually got up before I did and prepared breakfast - but when I poked my head out of the tent she wasn't there. I pulled on my shorts and shoes and headed for the water, thinking Mom might be hoping to catch a moose come for an early morning drink. I found her there. She was swimming, wearing one of my tee-shirts. Her sleek athletic form moved effortlessly through the water. I didn't hide, but I didn't alert her to my presence. I just watched. She was, I thought, quite a beautiful woman. After about ten minutes she stopped, stood, and headed for the shore. The wet tee-shirt, now near transparent, clung to her, outlining her slender build. She was naked underneath. I could see her breasts, which stood high on her chest, and her full erect dark nipples. I could see the dark thatch of hair between her legs. Her skin, the result of the exercise, was flushed red. Water was running down her body. Good lord she was striking. And sexy. How could Dad prefer Ms. D'Angelo, the tug boat, when this sleek sexy destroyer was available? Then she saw me. "How long have you been standing there?" she shouted. "Just got here," I lied. "Well don't stare. It's rude. Make yourself useful. Get my towel." I followed her eyes to the right. A towel was hanging on a tree branch. I grabbed it and approached Mom, struggling mightily to keep my eyes on hers. She covered the top of her head with her towel and dried her hair. Then she turned around, faced the pond, and continued to dry herself. Water was dripping down her body, flowing across her back and over her butt. Her ass, high and firm, was clearly outlined in the shirt. Was she aware of how sheer this thing was? Was I ogling my mother? Her back still towards me, she said, "The water's cold, but clean. You should try it. It's a refreshing way to get up in the morning." "I'll keep it in mind." She turned back to me. Again I concentrated, trying to keep my attention on her face, but as we headed back to the tent I slowed, followed her, looking at Mom's tight firm body. I thought I'd gotten away with it, but when we got back Mom, playfully, snapped the towel at me. "I told you, its not polite to stare. Why don't you get the fire ready. I'm going to change." She disappeared into the tent. * * * * We finished our three days on the trail that evening and drove to Burlington, the terminus of our trip. We also ended our string of rustic accommodations, checking into one of those national chain suite hotels. That night Mom and I grabbed a pizza, had a few beers, and headed back to the room. She pushed off her shoes and got onto the bed, fully clothed. She curled up, suddenly sad. "Come hold me." I did. We were quiet. Then Mom was crying. Not bawling, but gentle tears. "Mom, you okay?" "Yeah, I know I'm being silly, but I've had a wonderful time and I'm going to miss you so much and I'm not sure I want to go home." And then she cried harder and then the entire story of my father and her, detail after detail, gushed from her. I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing, holding her while she talked and cried, stroking her hair, occasionally grunting to affirm I was listening. And although I can't really take credit, that turned out to be exactly what she needed. Finally, cried out, exhausted, she fell asleep. I sat up awhile, thinking about what she'd said. I had my own bed, but when I went to sleep I pulled the blanket back and slipped next to her, holding her for another night. * * * * The next day Mom played tourist while I attended orientation. Everyone was talking about the party that night at Phi Phi Phi, its annual event welcoming incoming freshmen. It sounded great, but I couldn't see abandoning Mom. When I got back to the hotel I learned that Mom had heard about it; it was the talk of the town and Burlington, I would discover, was a very small town. Mom suggested I go. I told her no, I would not leave her alone. She said don't be silly, she'd be fine. I suggested she come with me. She told me college boys do not go to parties with their mothers. I pointed out that most college boys don't have moms as cool as her and, who knew, maybe she'd get lucky. Mom laughed. "Really, an old lady like me." "Well Mom, you're not old, you're beautiful, and college guys dig hot older chicks." Mom, at least, did not seem repulsed by the suggestion. "Think of it as revenge on Dad. Pick up a young kid, show him a good time." Mom and I went to a Lebanese restaurant, shared a bottle of wine, and she finally agreed to go, saying it was only so I would go. She'd wander around for a few minutes, leave. * * * * When we got there I noticed a cute slender blonde talking with a group of friends. I thought I caught her looking at me. My eyes wandered her way several times and it seemed like she was occasionally glancing at me. When Mom excused herself to go to the bathroom I took the opportunity to introduce myself. Her name was Sandy. We started talking. Over Sandy's shoulder I saw Mom come out of the frat house, see me talking to Sandy, nod, and wander off, giving me the opportunity to make time with this cutie. The crowd at the party increased. I saw Mom a few times, eventually settling into a conversation with a big hulking kid who seemed completely fixated on her. The way he looked at her, well, he was interested and when the two of them left together I felt something akin to jealously. Sandy invited me back to her place. We settled on her couch, drank her excellent French press coffee, talked. She was native to Vermont, starting her second year at the university, intending to major in chemistry. The conversation was interesting and increasingly flirty. Soon I had an arm around her. I kissed her lips, nuzzled her neck, licked her ear, sucked on her shoulders. She pulled my shirt over my head and lapped my nipples. Then she pulled her shirt over her head and I ran my hands over her exquisite body, then squeezed and licked her firm full Soon we were in her bedroom, my face buried in her cunt. I like to think I'm a pretty good pussy eater - I love feasting on a woman's sex - and Sandy was digging it, squirming, digging her hands in my hair. She was incredibly responsive. Whapping her clit with my tongue, finding, then stroking her g-spot with two fingers, I brought her to several orgasms, finishing with her squirting into my mouth and hollering loud enough, I thought, to be heard throughout the building. Finally she cupped my face, moved me away from her clit, and said, between gulps of breath, "No more, no more." I brought her down slowly, licking lightly around her sex, like a cat with a small bowl of milk. When I was done she was still awhile, breathing, enjoying her body, laying her head on my shoulder. Then we began kissing again, she stroked my cock, and opened a drawer in the table by her bed. She handed me a condom. But there was a problem. My dick had deflated, it was only half hard. Embarrassed, I said nothing. Sandy looked at my penis, understood my sudden silence, and said, "Let's see if we can help this bad boy along." She took me in her mouth and while it took awhile, she got me fully erect, pushed the condom over my dick, straddled me, and slid her pussy onto my dick. I thrust twice, came. I couldn't believe it. Me? Premature ejaculation? I hadn't feel the pleasure of an orgasm, but I'd definitely come. I never had premature ejaculation. I was mortified. My dick was also incredibly sensitive. I put my hands on her ass, stopping her movements. "You okay?' she asked. Mom and I Go on Vacation "Yeah fine, but I mean, I just came. I'm sorry, it's never happened before." "Do you want to stop?" Gasping, "Yeah, it's real sensitive." She got off me, removed the condom, and lay to my side, snuggling up next to me. "It's okay. After what your mouth did for me, I owe you a few." I held her sweaty body in my arms and thought about Mom. I hoped she was having better luck than I. * * * * I woke the following morning to Sandy, wearing a tee-shirt and jeans, bouncing onto the bed. She handed me a cup of green tea and a bagel. "Morning. My pussy still feels so good. You've got a talented mouth." "Thanks." I could feel my dick hardening. I thought, maybe, we could try again. She must have seen it in my eyes. "No time, gotta run. Meeting with my advisor in half-an-hour. I have a proposal for you. When you get over her, give me a call." I was confused. "Excuse me." "When you got to the party last night I saw you with that woman. Couldn't figure out who she was, attractive lady. Could have been a friend, could have been a date. But you kept looking at me so I figured you two weren't together and when you wandered over I figured you were game. But still, you kept looking at her talking to that guy, his name is Bruno by the way, good guy. I thought I saw something in your eyes. Not sure what it was, jealously? When you came so quickly last night, that confirmed it. You're a nice guy, not the cheating kind, so this is what I figure: you two been dating, broke up, and are trying to be friends, so you go to a party together. The problem is you're not over her and so last night when you're with me guilt creeps in and, presto-bango, you come before your time. I got it right?" I wanted to say hell fricking no, SHE IS MY MOTHER, but said, "Not exactly." She stood. "Well whatever it is, like I said, when you get over her give me a call." I dressed, walked her to campus, and returned to the hotel. Mom was not there. The bed had not been slept in. I took a much needed shower. * * * * Mom dragged in a couple of hours later. I was going to make a smart ass comment, but she gave me a look, the kind that says don't make a smart ass comment, and headed for the shower. Her shower was long and hot and when she got out she was wearing the same tee-shirt in which she'd gone swimming at Duck Brook Shelter. She said she was tired and needed to lay down. She asked me to hold her. I cradled her in my arms; she fell asleep almost instantly. I got up and went to the living room. About ninety minutes later I heard Mom stirring in the bedroom. I reved up the coffee maker and stuck my head in the door. "Hey son, how long have I been asleep?" "Hour and a half." "I need some coffee. Be a dear and make me a cup." "It's already brewing." "Thanks." I headed for the kitchen. Mom visited the potty and joined me. When the coffee was ready we sat on the couch in the living room, the sunlight streaming into the room through a large window overlooking Lake Champlain. I was on one end of the couch, Mom on the other; our legs draped across each other. "Well, how did it go last night?" I asked. "Do you want to know if your Mom's easy? Did she do it with some guy who picked her up at a party?" "Well, you should tell the story your own way." She smirked at me, then said, "Okay, I did. He was actually quite nice, very sweet. We went and got some ice cream. He was tentative, unsure of himself. I'm not sure he's done this before. I said to myself, what the heck, why not. Your Dad hasn't touched me in years, he's been getting it on the side, here I am with this good looking 20-something kid who's eager and ready to go. He wants me, no one will ever know, so I let him know I'm interested. We get back to his place, surprisingly neat and clean - you could learn something from him - and we're kissing and our clothes come off..." The image of my mother stripping had a weird effect on me. I was angry. How dare this kid touch Mom. I suppressed the thought, the important thing was to listen, to support Mom through her confession. "... and we head for the bedroom and all of a sudden it all seems wrong. And I can't figure out why it seems wrong. It's not like I feel like I'm cheating on your father, its not like I feel like I'm corrupting this kid, but still it feels wrong. We start and, and..." Mom started crying. She slid to my end of the couch and I pulled her into my arms. She buried her head into my chest. I held her, but mixed in with genuine concern was the memory of her swimming in this shirt. I felt the warmth of her body. She cuddled against me; I felt a breast against my arm. She continued, her voice almost child-like. "Well, he did his best. After he, y'now, tried his fingers, then his mouth, he kept at it, but y'know, it was pretty clear it was not about to happen. I wasn't even excited. Finally I asked him to stop, told him it was me, that it had been a long time, that I was nervous. I got him hard again and used my mouth on him. It used to be that whenever I did that I'd get really excited, but I still felt nothing. After he came he fell asleep; he seemed happy." She looked out the window. "He was a nice perfectly attractive guy. Heck, I have loads of friends who'd die for a roll in the hay with a hard-bodied twenty year old. I don't know what's wrong with me." Then she sniffled. She didn't want to talk about it anymore. She changed the subject. "How about you. That sure was a pretty girl you were talking to." "Yeah, real nice too. It's weird, I had an experience kinda like yours. She was great, there was not a thing wrong with her. But..." Now I stopped, not sure how to say this to my mother, my discomfort plain. Mom filled in the blank. "Your thing wasn't working?" "Eventually, after a long time and a lot of attention, it did. Then it lasted about a minute. I mean, that's never happened to me. It's always worked just fine." Then, feeling defensive, I added, "I mean its not like I left her high and dry. I have other skills." Mom pecked me on the lips. "Other skills are important, sometimes the most important." She understood. I continued. "This morning she said the strangest thing. She saw us, you and I, come to the party together, talked about the way we looked at each other. The bottom line: she thought you and I had been a couple, had broken up, but weren't over each other. She attributed my, my performance, or my lack of performance, to that. Told me to give her a call when I got over you." Mom was quiet awhile. Then she said she was hungry. She went to get dressed. Over what was either a late lunch or early dinner we did not revisit last night . After eating we walked to the campus, explored the grounds. It was early evening when we came upon the Jeffords Gardens. Mom and I sat on one of the large benches, her back to my chest. We had the place to ourselves. We said nothing at first, just watched the setting sun. After it disappeared I rubbed her neck and shoulders, kissed the back of her head, told her how much I loved her, how much she meant to me, how much I'd miss her. She turned her head and I kissed her cheeks and lips. Then her lips puckered and she returned the kiss. I felt its impact throughout my body; I wanted it to happen again, but wasn't sure how Mom felt. And then, deliberately and with a peculiar quivering smile that seemed to overspread her whole body, Mom placed her mouth on mine. My arms folded around her and it was not a mother-son kiss, our lips were aggressive and intent. It was a long kiss and when done she drew her head back, as if trying to understand what just happened. She put her strong fingers on my neck through my open collar, closed her eyes, and brought her mouth to mine, giving herself up in a long sweet sexy kiss. I ran my tongue over them and her lips parted, welcoming me inside. And so Mom and I began smooching. It was like I was back in high school. We were not kissing on the road to something else; we were kissing because kissing was the best thing in the world. Mom's lips were soft and wet and sweet and I loved the feel of her body as she leaned into me. My hand went to the back of her neck and shoulders, hers rested on my arm. Our first kiss was long, the next longer; her lips dueled with mine, her tongue danced with mine; we pulled away, breathing heavily, staring into each other's eyes, and began again. I ran my tongue behind Mom's lips, she explored the roof of my mouth. We kissed hard, we kissed soft; Mom nuzzled my ear, I kissed her, lips dry, lightly, all over her face; looping from forehead to temple and back to her mouth. After while, I'm not sure how long we'd been there, but it was dark and we were alone, Mom said, "'Let's see if I can help you with this, he's working fine today," and her hand was inside my shorts, grasping my throbbing erection. Mom started frigging my dick. We kept kissing. Mom varied, but steadily increased, the tempo of her hand on my shaft. Then she reached down and palmed my scrotum, four fingers on one side, thumb on the other, and thrust upward. I groaned, I was loud. Mom slowed down, placed an open hand on my chest, calmed me. "Sweetie, better keep it down." She kissed me, looked around, saw no one, and grabbed the hem of my shorts, pulling them down, freeing my cock. She inverted her right hand, thumb pointing down, and took hold of the top of my penis, torquing her palm around my cockhead. Her thumb worked my dick's sensitive underside; she twisted her other hand around my dick's base. She stared at my penis, waiting for me to come. MY MOM WAS STARING AT MY COCK WAITING FOR ME TO COME. It felt insanely good. I was a balloon ready to burst. "Mom, oh Mom, uuunnnh, uuuuunnnh, Unnhhh, Uunnnnhhhhhhhhhhh, uuuunnnnnnnnnn, uuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn," and then I exploded. Cum geysered from my dick, spraying into the air. Mom released my cock and twisted her body, leaning into me, looking into my eyes, smiling broadly. "How'd I do?" I answered, "Fantastic," and my gaze drifted to her cheek. There was a smattering of semen there. She noticed my look, used a finger to capture the cream, and brought it to her mouth. We kissed. I pushed my hand inside her shorts, touching her pussy lips. She was wet. I grazed the surface. Mom moaned. She was ready. I slipped one, then two fingers inside her. Then I heard, "Can I help you kids?" I pulled up my shorts. Shit, there could be no question as to what had been happening. A man, carrying a flashlight, approached. He was wearing the uniform of the campus police. Mom spoke first. "Good evening officer." "Evening ma'am. You a student here." "I am sir, just starting actually. Just got through orientation." "Well, ma'am, there's been a lot of complaints about kids well, y'know, doing it around campus. Citizens of this fine city will be walking along and see two students making it in the bushes. We're under strict order to crack down. Dean figures if we arrest a couple of students it'll stop. So if I thought that's what you two were doing, I'd have to arrest you." My heart stopped beating, my libido was obliterated. "But that's not what you were doing, was it?" Mom again. "No officer, we were just sitting in this lovely spot watching the sunset, enjoying the evening. In fact, we were just about to head home. But thank you very much for the information." With a slight nod of his head he said, "You have a good evening ma'am, sir." "You too officer." Mom and I walked back to the hotel. My mind was racing. What just happened? What was wrong with me, this was my mother? Trying to work out my frustration of the night before, I had taken advantage of her, used her own bad experience to my benefit. Last night she had wondered what was wrong with her, felt asexual, and now I was making it worse. "Yeah Mom, at least you make your son horny." Jeez, how could I? I felt ashamed, guilty, I knew I should shut up, but I didn't. When we got back to the room, near tears, I said, "Mom, back there, I apologize, I mean, I'm your son, I shouldn't have. I got carried away. God, I'm sorry." Mom looked at me, not angry, more disappointed. Then she comforted me. She held my hands and stepped back, "It's okay John, I guess we both did. We had hard times last night. However, son, if you don't mind, since I'm leaving tomorrow, would you hold me again tonight, one last time." It sounded like she was forgiving me. I knew my face was beaming when I said, "Of course Mom, I'd love too." I dropped Mom at the airport the following morning, headed to campus, met my roommate, moved into my dorm, started college life. * * * * I missed Mom, more than I thought I would. We were in daily contact. If it got me the reputation of something of a Mama's boy, so be it. And although Mom and I never mentioned it, the memory of Jeffords Garden was burned into my memory. The guilt I felt could not stop it's aphrodisiacal effect as, cock in hand, I replayed it in my head when I masturbated. If a girl didn't want to go all the way I was always amenable to a hand job, surrendering to the fantasy that it was mother's fist wrapped around my dick. At Thanksgiving I was to return home. Mom let me know that Dad was planning the big announcement: they were getting a divorce. Mom met me at the airport. She was wearing a yellow pull over dress. It was short, showing off her legs and body to good effect. We stopped at the grocery store, fixed a light dinner, split a bottle of wine. It was clear Dad had already moved out; the bathrooms were devoid of his things, the closets half empty. After dinner we adjourned to the porch swing. It was getting late. Then it came up, the 600 pound gorilla, the night in the rose garden. "John, what happened in the garden, that last night in Burlington, do you ever think about it?" Yes, I thought, constantly, every fucking day. "Yes." "And what do you think?" I wasn't sure what to say. I couldn't tell her the truth, that it might have been the best moment of my life, but that seemed nuts. I could be graphic and tell her I constantly jack off to the memory of it. That seemed a bit crude. Maybe I should I apologize. Maybe I should ask forgiveness. Maybe I should be a coward, not say anything, get on a plane back to Burlington. Indecision and cowardice triumphed; I said nothing. Mom saw my discomfort. "Would it be easier if I went first?" Sheepishly, "Yeah." "I wanted you to make love to me that night." While her tone was demure, there was absolute certainty in her voice. My response, in contrast, was slow and haltering. "I wanted to, I wasn't sure, I mean, y'know, that cop..." She put a finger to my lips, shushing me. The she hung her heart out. "I should have just told you that is what I wanted. Sometimes we girls, we expect guys to just know, like if you really cared for us you'd be able to read our minds. Magical thinking I guess. Tomorrow, at brunch, your Dad is going to announce what you already know, we're getting divorced. Would you make love to me now, tonight?" Mom would later tell me how frightened she was when she said this, worried that I'd be repulsed, that she'd be humiliated, her heart-broken. In actuality, I was not sure how I felt. I had accepted the fact that I was attracted to her. I fantasized about her. But now I was facing the reality of making love to her. However, whatever else I felt, I knew I could not say no, could not disappoint her at this moment. I'd figure out what it meant tomorrow. I lay my arm over her shoulder, leaned forward, kissed her. At first gently, a peck on the lips. Then on the cheeks. Then on the forehead, each eye, her nose, her lips. Mom put her arms around my neck, looked up and smiled. I knew it was going to be okay. Our lips met, I could feel her hot breath. She opened her mouth slightly, surprised me by licking my lips and, when my mouth parted, slipped the tip of her tongue inside. Although I had started unsure of what would happen, I felt the heat. I gave her my tongue, let her play with it. Our kiss continued, we probed each other's mouths and lips. I was light-headed, dizzy. Mom tightened her grip on my head, pulled me to her. On and on we kissed. Mom nuzzled my neck, my ears, my throat. My breath was coming in short gasps. My cock was hard. I eased from her arms and breathlessly whispered, "Wow, you are some kisser." Mom smiled and our lips joined together. The connection between us seemed palpable and we were kissing deeply, tenderly probing, searching each other's mouths. I was swept up in the carnal taboo. I kissed her neck and when she leaned back, licked and caressed her throat. I ran a hand down her side. She wasn't wearing a bra. I moved my hands to her breasts, cupping them as we kissed. Mom kissed me even harder. I felt her nipples. Mom took my face in her hands and kissed my eyes, nose, lips, neck. I released her breasts and pulled her close: our tongues met before our lips did. We were kissing with a fiery passion. Panting heavily, Mom kissed all over my neck, and clumsily - her hands were shaking - opened two buttons of my shirt and kissed my shoulders and chest. I ran a hand up her leg, loving the firm hard muscles. Our lips brushed against each other. She continued to unbutton my shirt; her hands felt good on my chest. Then it was all the way open. Mom pushed it off my shoulders; it feel to the floor of the porch. I whispered. "I'm sorry, I didn't know, that night I was afraid you'd be angry. Like I made you go too far. I haven't been able to get that night, you, out of my mind." I took her hand in mine and brought it to my lips, kissing each finger tip and then, starting at the bottom, kissing up their sides. Returning to her mouth, I licked her lips and commenced a re-exploration: tasting her tongue, her cheeks, her lips - front, top, and back - flicking my tongue in an arc along the roof of her mouth. I was intensely hungry for this woman. I was trembling; I pulled back. I looked into my mother's eyes; she was so beautiful. I started to kiss her lovely face, left soft gentle kisses across her forehead, on her temple, kissed back down to her mouth. My mother ran her hand down the side of my face. "Son, maybe, we should go inside." "I'd like that." I followed her to the bedroom. She turned to face me, took hold of her dress, and pulled it over her in one motion. She was wearing only yellow panties. For the moment I was unsure of what to do. Mom sensed my hesitation. "You like?" "Yes. Mom you're beautiful. That morning on the Long Trail, you went swimming, the tee shirt, when it got wet, I could see, almost all of you. I haven't been able to forget it." Mom smiled and walked to me, took my hands in hers, kissed my lips, unbuckled my belt, pulled it out, dropped it behind me. "Its time for bed." Mom turned and walked to the bed. I watched her butt. She pulled the sheet over herself. I pushed my shoes off with my toes and dropped my pants and underwear to the floor. My penis was erect, swinging free. "Son, you're gorgeous." Feeling surprisingly calm, I crawled under the sheets She rolled on to her back and I kissed her. We started slow, but things quickly heated up, months of desire were poured into those kisses. I had intended to be patient, to carefully caress and touch each turn and curve of her body - and her body was so sweet - but she took my hand and placed it on her sex. She was warm and wet, very wet. I slipped my hand under her panties, spread her pussy lips, and rubbed small circles around her clit with my thumb. I slid my thumb down, stroked her vaginal lips, then brought it back to her clit coated with her juice. I resumed the small circles, pressing harder when I slid over the clitoris. Mom was gasping into my mouth. Mom and I Go on Vacation I ran my middle finger up and down her vulva. Mom's hands tightened on my back. It was time. I plunged my index, my middle, then my ring finger into her cunt, soaking them in her sex. I dragged them through her vulva to her clit, further lubricating it. I pushed my middle finger back into her hole. My ring finger then entered her, increasing the pressure along the roof of her tunnel. Mom jerked and groaned; I'd found her g-spot. Our kisses were desperate and sloppy. I covered her sex with my palm, pressed down, worked her wet tingly clit with the heel of my hand while rubbing the roof of her vagina. Mom started bucking. I finger fucked her with increasing speed and intensity. "Oh baby, feels good, finger Mommy, finger Mommy." Mom stopped kissing me, pulling my head to her neck. Using a corkscrew motion, twisting from the wrist, I drove my fingers into her as deep and hard as I could. Mom dug her short nails into my back. I continued working her clit with a tight circular motion. Mom pushed up hard, jamming her clit into my hand. "Oh god, that's it, that's it, almost there, almost there, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, eeeerrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! OH FUCK YES!" Mom came in a short sudden burst. Her arms tightened on my back and then let go as she cried out in a plaintive burst of air. Her cunt contracted around my fingers. She whimpered and sank back onto the bed. Her eyes were closed, her face relaxed. I pulled my hand from her now soaked panties, kissed her forehead, then her mouth, gentle pecks. She was quiet for a beat or two, then, in a voice soft and dreamy said, "That was so nice." I looked into her face and she smiled and I saw the tears. She noticed me noticing and wiped them away with her hand. "I didn't mean to get all blubbery with you." I kissed her once, on the nose. "It's fine Mom. I'd cry too but, y'know, guy stuff." And I held her and we talked and our hands drifted over each other's body. We said nothing profound, just letting each other know that, after we'd broken the ultimate taboo, we could still speak to each other, could still be normal. However, no guy would be normal if he could lay in bed with this woman for long without the focus turning carnal. I started, almost absentmindedly, fiddling with her breasts, running a finger tip along their contours, holding them in my hands, enjoying their heft. The conversation petered out, replaced my Mom's heavy breathing as she became absorbed in the sensations flowing from her chest. I straddled her, kissed the globes, took my time. When I reached a nipple I gave it a long hard lick. Mom sighed. Her eyes were shut. I scanned her body. She was a gift I never thought could be mine. I moved to her face and kissed her with barely controlled passion, and whispered, "Right now I want to focus on you." I moved back. My fingers moved from her shoulders to her breasts. I held them, touched them, licked around her areolas, over her nipples, along the undersides. When I lightly raked my teeth over the nipples she squirmed in delight. "I like that." I cupped her breasts, at first gently squeezing, gauging her reaction, increasing the pressure. She mewled in satisfaction. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, sucked them into my mouth, flicked them with my tongue. Mom was shaking. I started kissing down her belly and pulled aside the sheet, exposing her body from knees up. I stared at her panties, thinking of what was underneath. I pressed my hand to her pelvic bone, feeling the heat from her sex. I slid the hand down, felt her pussy lips through the fabric. She was wet. I ran my tongue over the face of her pussy through her panties, took hold of them, inched them down to her knees. I looked at her bare pussy for the first time. Mom's sex was beautiful. Her long pussy lips were wet and swollen; her hair was neat, short, trimmed. The clit, having pushed aside its hood, was exposed. It was large. I placed my hands on her knees, spread her lean muscular legs, and licked and kissed her thighs, occasionally blowing a stream of hot air across her clit. I ran my tongue along her vulva, sucked its warm lips into my mouth. I licked lightly across her pussy and moved down, dragging my tongue along her perineum. I spread the copious flow of her juice over the face of her cunt with my fingers, then immersed my face in the warmth and smell of her sex. Her juice spread over my mouth and jaw, oozed into my nose. I gave her pussy a French kiss, flicking my tongue back and forth, up and down, at every angle, speed, and power I could imagine. I tried short strokes, long strokes, positioning my mouth at different angles and at different locations, then moved my mouth to the vaginal opening, curled my tongue, pushed it inside her. Imagining she was an ice cream cone, I licked the length of her sex, then tried quick licks from side and side, occasionally capturing her clit between my lips, sucking on it. Mom was moaning and jerking. I had built up a wad of saliva in my mouth. I let it drip out onto Mom's vulva. It flowed down to her pussy. I slid a finger inside her, exploring the roof of her vagina. Mom jumped and gasped, "Ohmigod." I had found Mom's g-spot. A steady flow of liquid ran from her pussy to the crevice of her ass. I rotated my hand and fingered her asshole with my pinky. In response Mom, who was breathing in short hard gasps, grunted, "I like." I inserted my pinky, up to the first joint, in her butt. Mom was breathing heavily, moaning, grabbing the sides of my head, thrusting her hips into my face. She was ready. I sucked her clit into my mouth, captured it between my lips, battered the head with my tongue. Mom moaned and squirmed; losing herself in the hard relentless attack. Bucking and moaning, she grabbed my hair, pulled my face into her snatch. "Oh John, fingers, tongue, so good, so good, so good." Mom's head bounced, her hair flung around, her yelps, bordering on screams, intensified. "OH YES, DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, HONEY I LOVE IT." Her moans heightened; she started yelling. "EAT ME BABY, EAT YOUR MOMMY'S CUNT." I kept slapping her clit, screwing my fingers inside her pussy. Mom shook and twisted. "OH GOD JOHNNY, I'M CUMMING." Cream gushed from her pussy. I didn't slow down. She came again. Her pussy gripped tightly on my finger, pulsating with each orgasm as it washed over her. I continued licking and finger fucking her, reached a hand to her breast, squeezed it. When I pinched a nipple she went over the edge again. "OOOOHHHHH GGGGOOOOOODDDDD!!" I wasn't sure. Was she coming from before or coming again? I took hold of her hips, pulled them to me, and slowed it all down, laying the flat of my tongue on her clit, moving it gracefully around. Her body jerked in a series of sweet small follow-up orgasms. I drank the fluid that poured from her. She stopped moving. I kissed and licked her thighs until, in a soft voice, she said, "Come here my love." I crawled up next to her. She rolled over to face me, her eyes aglow. "That was wonderful. It's never been like that before, never been that good. I love you my beautiful son, I always will." I didn't know how to respond, but I did not need to. My erection brushed against her. She reached for it, wrapped her fingers around it. "This needs some attention. Just give Mommy a second to rest." She kissed me. Her lips were soft and sweet. She closed her eyes, whispered again that she loved me, and seamlessly fell into a deep happy content sleep. I lay there about ten minutes holding her, before realizing she was out for the night. I looked at the clock. It was close to midnight, hours after Mom usually went to bed. She was not getting back up. My dick was throbbing. I considered waking her; I considered masturbating. The first seemed cruel, the second oddly disrespectful; I did neither. I got out of bed and sat in the dark, thinking about what had just happened, what had happened over the last several years, what had happened on our vacation. At 3:00 A.M., my cock flaccid, my balls no longer aching, I crawled into bed next to Mom. I woke at 9:30. Mom was gone. A moment of panic was pushed aside by the realization that she was on her morning jog. A glance at the corner where she kept her running shoes confirmed the thought; they were gone. For the next hour I, ruminating, looking into my own heart, drifted in and out of sleep. I was finally awoken by Mom. "Get up sleepy head." I opened my eyes. Mom didn't dress up often, but she was dressed up now. Her red dress clung to her chest and hips while floating freely around her thighs. The neck was open past her breasts, exposing a hint of cleavage. She noted the appreciative look in my eyes and pirouetted. The slit in the skirt opened, exposing her leg, the top of her stockings, the straps of a garter belt, and more than a hint of flesh. Mom had followed my eyes. She planted her foot on the end table, displaying her undergarments. She had painted her toenails a deep sexy red and was wearing red leather stiletto 4 ½ inch heels with a pointed toe and some strappy detailing. With those heels, I thought, she'd be slightly taller than Dad. "Jeez Mom, you look incredible. Very sexy. I didn't know you owned stockings." "You don't think it's a bit over the top." I looked at her for a minute, thinking about her question. She looked great and the dress was classy, appropriate for a first-rate restaurant. But there was something that seemed a bit off. Then it struck me; the dress was happy, joyful, not clothes you wore to something sad. "Well, you don't look like somebody going to hear bad news. You look sexy, joyful. " "Good, that's exactly how I want to look. Your dad is taking us to Bacchanalia, one of Atlanta's best restaurants, to tell you he's leaving me. The choice was no accident. He'll be comfortable there, he and Bev D'Angelo eat there often. He wanted a proper place, a place where no one would make a scene, where he will be in control. I sure he'll be in a power suit. So I thought, why give in? Today's a day to celebrate. My beautiful son made wonderful love to me last night. It's a day to wear something fun, something sexy, something that recognizes that this might not just be his day, but a day to revel in my new life. So, what do you think?' "Think? I think you look great." "Thanks honey. You better get ready. I know I left you high and dry last night. When we get back I'll make it up to you." I stood, quite naked, and she sidled up to me, put her hands around my neck, and kissed me. Then she stopped, seeing the serious look on my face. "What's going on?" "There is something I need to tell you." There was concern in her green eyes. "Good news I hope." "Yeah, good news. After you fell asleep last night I stayed up late, just thinking. Hit the sack around three. Everything that has happened is so new, so amazing. I thought about it, searched my feelings. There was one thing I was sure of. I want you to know. I love you." Mom's voice was tentative. She knew what she wanted it to mean, but was cautious, afraid she might misinterpret. "I love you too son." "No Mom, not like that. I love you as a man loves a woman. I want to be your man, I want you to be my lady." Mom cocked her head to the side, studied my face, wondered whether this was simply a remnant of last night's romp. Finally, with a slight nod of her head, she said, "You're serious, aren't you?" "Yes." She continued. "I am too son. I love you. Sometime during our trip last summer I realized I was in love with you. I woke up one morning, looked at you lying next to me, still asleep, and knew it to an absolute certainty. I don't know whether I fell in love with you that morning, or on the trip, or whether I've been in love with you forever. But I've looked at it over and over, from every angle, with my heart and with my head, and it's real." I kissed and held her, only letting go when she insisted I get ready. I would have blown off Dad and crawled back into bed with her, but this lunch was important. It was her opportunity to announce that her life was not ruined, that she was ready to move on, to live without him. While I got ready, donning a light blue shirt and khakis, Mom finished her make-up and pinned up her hair. She looked great. I took her hand in mine. We walked to the car. Mom started laughing. "Just think, I'm bringing my new lover to lunch with my soon to be ex. What would Miss Manners say?" I opened her door and was treated to a brief flash of bare flesh as she stepped in, one leg at a time. I got in I and took a deep whiff of her perfume; it was light and breezy, perfect for the day. I held her hand on the ride over. When we got to the restaurant I didn't see a place to park. I offered to drop her off while I hunted for one, but she said she preferred to be with me. I drove around a few corners before finding an empty commercial lot. I parked and opened her door. I was rewarded. With her right foot on the pavement and left foot in the car, Mom turned her body and dug through her purse for a tube of lipstick and gave herself a quick touch up. Her legs were open, the top of her stockings and thigh visible. I stared, fixated on the soft skin just below where her panties must be. "How do I look?" "Great." "Okay, let's go see your father." When we got to the restaurant we linked arms and walked in. The hostess directed us to Dad, who was sitting with his back to the door. He wore a navy blue suit, red tie, and white shirt. Mom and I chose the seats against the wall. I pulled out her chair. While Dad's eyes fixed on Mom's outfit she playfully squeezed my arm and sat down. I kissed her on the cheek. Mom gave me a teasing wink. We ordered cocktails. Mom took the pin from her hair and shook her head. Her hair fell about her in a blonde cloud, momentarily hiding her face and shoulders. I wanted to kiss it, ripple it through my fingers, bury my face in it. Dad just stared. Was he, for a moment, doubting his decision? Mom fluffed her hair a few times, checked a mirror, and excused herself, heading for the stairs leading to the bathroom. I kept my eyes on her tight round ass, watching her hips rock from side to side. I saw, or at least thought I saw, the top of her stockings as her dress swished back and forth with each step. My cock was rock hard. "Quite a dress your Mom has on." "Yes Dad, she looks great." "You don't think she's making a spectacle of herself?" "Your wife's a beautiful woman. She attracts attention. The dress is appropriate; I see nothing wrong with it." Dad harumphed, "That's one of the reasons we're getting together today." My phone beeped. I glanced at the message. It was from Mom: "I am so hot for you right now." My dick got stiffer. Mom returned a few minutes later. I pulled out her chair. She sat and crossed her legs, revealing a long expanse of flesh, letting the hem of her dress creep up, displaying the clasp of her garter. The hostess appeared with our drinks and placed them on the table. Mother leaned forward, then paused, rewarding me with a look down her cleavage at her braless breasts. I tried not to leer. She leaned back and took a sip of her drink. As you can imagine, I barely heard the conversation. Mom was driving me crazy. What was occupying my mind were her sleek legs, the curve of her hips, the smooth skin of her cleavage. The waiter returned for our food order, but I hadn't opened the menu. Dad asked for his usual, whatever that was; Mom ordered the trout and I, after glancing at the specials, chose lamb. Dad started talking. "We've grown apart... New opportunities... Tried our hardest... Difficult decision... We both still love you..." This was it, I was getting the divorce talk. He noticed my wandering attention. "You okay John?" "Yeah Dad, it's just big news. I didn't know." Mom brought her martini to her lips to hide her smirk. She ran a stiletto heel up my leg. The waitress arrived with our food. Dad continued, saying, as far as I could discern, the same thing over and over in an increasingly leaden manner. About half way through the meal I excused myself. When I got to the bathroom there was another message from Mom: "I want you." I sent a reply: "Every guy here is staring at you. I'm gonna fuck you til the sun comes up." When I returned Mom's cell phone was on the table, her hand partially covering it. She was talking to Dad. "Roger, what time is sunrise tomorrow?" He looked a bit confused, but answered. "Around 7:00. Why do you ask?" "With the clouds we had in the sky today, it might be a spectacular sunrise. I thought I'd get up and enjoy it. And with you at the office so early each day, I figured you'd know." Dad looked at Mom, his chest puffed up at her recognition of how hard he worked, his brow furrowed at a grown woman who cared about sun rises. Dad resumed: "Its best for all concerned... Don't you doubt it, your Mom's a special lady... This didn't mean he didn't love me... or her... I would always have a home with him..." I was trying to pay attention, really I was, but Mom kept running her heel up and down my leg and my mind was mostly on ripping her clothes off. Finally Dad excused himself, heading for the facilities. "Mom, you're driving me nuts." "Good, what you said earlier, did you mean it?" In my state of arousal it took a moment to figure out what she meant. "That I love you?" She nodded. "Oh yes Mom, I love you." Mom later told me my face reflected total sincerity. She took my hand, leaned close to me. Her tone and manner were conversational, calm and dignified. No one watching us would have any idea what we were saying. "I keep looking at your father and thinking that for twenty years he's been as boring in bed as he is right now. When we had sex, it was at night, him on top, lights off. He never used his mouth on me. I haven't come in a decade. "When we get home I want you to fuck me like a whore. Not all the time, but some times, and most definitely today," and then, in a tone of childlike sincerity while running a hand up my erection, she added, "If you don't mind?" I stroked her thigh, running my hand above her stockings. I was trying to frame a response, but all I could think about was her hand on my dick. Finally, I croaked out, "No, not at all. Fuck you like a whore. Got it." Dad returned, sat down, resumed talking. "People change... Your mother is a wonderful woman, but... I love her, but I'm not in love with... We just grew apart... We had the same fight over and... Relationship has run its course... Best for all concerned..." The waiter removed our dishes and Mom asked for the dessert menu. Dad wasn't interested, but Mom ordered a Warm Valrhona Chocolate for her and I to share and then excused herself. She returned a few minutes later, promising a surprise. Part one of the surprise appeared seconds later. The waiter arrived with three glasses of champagne. Mother held up her glass. "I would like to propose a toast. Some years ago Roger came to me and suggested ending to our marriage. I agreed, but asked him to delay the process and to respect certain conditions - ones I thought showed his respect for me. He gave his word and he's kept his word. I propose a toast to Roger for his decency, humanity, honesty." Dad seemed genuinely moved. As Mom leaned towards me to click our glasses she ran her fingers along my erection and dropped her panties in my lap. I couldn't believe it. She had gone to the bathroom and peeled off her underwear. The panties were black and soft with a delicate embroidery. My cock twitched. I put my napkin in my lap, hid her panties in it, and brought them to my mouth. They were warm and wet. I took a deep sniff; I could smell my mother's pussy, the odor musty and sensual. Mom was as aroused as I. I looked at her. She winked. Mom and I Go on Vacation Dad kept talking while Mom and I shared her dessert. It was thick and creamy and gooey and Mom chewed it slowly and sensuously, running her tongue over her lips, putting on a show that had my dick pulsing in my pants. I needed to get her out of the restaurant and fuck her. Dad asked for the bill. Mom stared at me, a wicked little smile on her face. We got up to go, Dad leading the way. I followed Mom, but several steps behind, enjoying the view of her hips rocking from side to side as we climbed the stairs. Was she exaggerating the motion, putting on a show for me? I reached into my pocket, ran my fingers through her panties. When she got to the top stair she stopped and looked back to me. The motion dragged up the fabric of the dress, revealing the top of a stocking, one of the clasps holding it up, and the tanned skin of her thigh. She reached for my hand and led me to the front door. Dad had used the valet parking. While his car was brought to him, the three of us talked. Mom backed into me, pressing her butt to my erection. The movement was subtle, unremarkable, incredibly fucking arousing. When Dad drove off I took Mom's hand in mine and we headed for the car. Once there Mom wrapped her arms around my neck and moved in to me. I stepped forward, our bodies met. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulled her close, rested a hand on her lower back. Our hips swayed together as if we were both listening to the same gentle music. Her firm breasts were pressed against me, I felt her hard nipples through the thin fabric. My swollen cock strained against the front of my pants. Mom rocked her hips against my penis. I moved my hands to massage her ass through her dress; we continued to sway. I glanced around. We were alone. Mom's panties were in my pocket. Could I, could we, get away with it? I continued rubbing Mom's butt through her dress while pulling up the fabric, bunching it to her backside. I curled my fingers around and under the hem, touched her naked butt. Mom let out a low moan. I worked on her dress until I had it all the way up. I danced my fingers across the curve of her ass. My hand cupped naked skin crossed by silken garters. Mom had complained about her reticent, staid husband. Had our flirting in the restaurant, right in front of Dad, fired up her libido as much as it had mine? How far was she willing to go? I slipped my hands down, past her butt, between her thighs. I found drops of moisture; her pussy was leaking juice. Mom lifted her head from my shoulder, looked into my eyes, and brought her lips to my mouth. I kissed her back. Our tongues connected, sending shivers through my body. My mother tasted, well, divine. Mom and I made out. She spread her legs. I reached across her ass and between her legs to her pussy. She shuddered, moaning in my mouth, "Unnnggghhh." Thank god Mom was in heels, only a few inches shorter than I. I stretched and slipped two fingers inside her, fucking her from behind. My other hand moved up her side and cupped a braless breast. Mom pressed against me, her eyes shut; I massaged her breast and fingered her pussy. Her breathing became more rapid. When I pushed a finger inside her she bit my lower lip. I glanced back at the street - we were alone - and spun the two of us around so her back was to the car. Mom opened her eyes; they were filled with lust and desire. I pulled my fingers from her pussy and slid them down her front, lifted the hem of her dress, and ran a finger along her hot wet pussy lips. I slid it, then another, inside her. She moaned. I no longer cared who saw us. I slipped my other hand inside the top of her dress to cup bare tit-flesh. Mom was writhing. I took her nipple between my fingers, squeezed it, pushed a third finger inside her cunt. Mom's breathing increased, her knees weak, she squeezed her thighs on my hand. "Oh John, you're going to make me cum." Her voice was loud and wanton and obscene. I looked around. We were alone. I coated my thumb with her juice and moved it to her clit. "Come for me Mom. I want you to come for me." She snorted, "Unggghh! Oh yes, keep it up, keep it up," and then it was here. She went rigid, then wailed, "Oh, God, OH GOD JOHN!!" as her body shook in my arms. She buried her face in my neck. I continued rubbing Mom's pussy and her body relaxed, then tensed as a second, third, and fourth orgasm followed the first. I was ready to keep going, but Mom finally took hold of my wrist, pulled my fingers from her pussy, drew them to her mouth. She smiled, a wicked little grin, and swallowed the fingers, sucking and licking her juice from them. When done she licked her lips and smiled again, this one denoting satisfaction. "Son, I think it's time you took me home. I need your cock." I opened the door and Mom stepped in. With one foot in the car and the other on the pavement, she pulled up the front of her dress, baring her naked pussy and drawing a finger across the lips before bringing her other leg into the car. At that moment our luck ran out. A dude, about my age, came around the corner. Mom didn't see him, but I did. He flashed me the thumb's up. Closing the door behind her, eager to get home, I scooted around the car. Mom was even less patient than I. She had spread her legs apart. I had a clear view of her stockings and straps. Her pussy were soaked; the skin glistened. I backed the car out. As we drove by the restaurant Mom plunged two fingers into her pussy, and pulled the lever, dropping her seat to the horizontal. She pushed aside her dress top, squeezed a breast, and started moaning, "Oh baby, I can't wait til we get home and you fuck me and make Mommy come. I need you inside me." If she was trying to inspire me, she was succeeding. I also almost drove the car into a ditch. Mom bolted up. "Oh baby, am I distracting you? You need to pay attention to the road." She leaned over and kissed me. "All I could think about when your father was talking was how much I wanted you to make love to me. You make me so frigging horny." She reached down and stroked my erection, its outline evident in my pants. "I guess you're horny too. Let's see if Mama can help." Her hands were in my lap, freeing my hard-on. I kept my eyes on the road. I felt cool air, then I felt my mother's warm breath, then I felt a wet mouth wrap itself around the tip of my dick. I managed to drive home without mishap, although it was at times difficult - I had one hand on the wheel and the other on my mother's head. When we pulled into the driveway Mom didn't notice. "Mom, you want to go inside?" My cock was lodged in her mouth. I got a, "Uunnnnnhh hhhhuuuuhhh," before Mom pulled her head up and looked around. Drops of saliva spotted her chin. "Oh, we're home." I opened my door, scooted around the car, one hand holding up my pants, and found Mom just stepping out. I picked her up over my shoulder, banged the car door shut with my hip, and sprinted through the front door to the bedroom, where I dropped her onto the bed. She landed hard, harder than I intended, and bounced, laughing all the time. Her hair was a wild mess, her dress open, her legs and pussy fully exposed. I tore off my clothes. Mom stood and calmly took off her dress. Wearing only the garter belt, stockings, and heels, she turned in a slow circle. "So, what do you think? Does Mama dress up well?" "Mom, you're stunning." She took my chin in her hand and kissed me. "My sex life has been rather, shall we say, drab. I'd like to explore. Would you like to explore with me?" "Yeah, I'd love to Mom. I love you so much." Mom sat on the side of the bed and raised a leg. I removed a shoe and rolled the stocking down her leg. She giggled when it got stuck on her foot; my limited experience with these things evident. I did better with the other leg. She stood. I took off her lace garter belt while she looked over my shoulder at the full length mirror. She liked watching us, naked mother and naked son. I looked too. The image of the two of us, it seemed right. I took her in my arms and we kissed, learning, exploring, tasting each other's mouth. When done I cradled her body to mine, wishing this moment could last forever. I looked at her, seeing in her eyes the same love I felt for her. While still partially a phantasm, the knowledge that my mother loved me as I loved her was becoming increasingly real. Mom saw the look in my eyes. "You okay?" "Yes, everything is perfect. Its just so amazing, you and I, together, lovers." "Good, and yes it is." She kissed me. "Now lay on the bed. After last night I owe you one." I stuffed a pillow behind my head and rested my hands on my chest. I wanted to watch. Mom nested between my thighs and leaned forward, placing her hands on mine. Her breasts grazed my erection. "Mama is going to give you everything you need." She pulled my hands to her face, kissed them, pushed them to the side. And then it happened. She lowered her head and, held my cock with one hand, traced its veins with her tongue, her soft lips brushing firm flesh. After coating my shaft with saliva, she curled her tongue, dragged it over every valley and ridge, kept her eyes on mine. She cupped the side of my penis and kissed up its length. I was in awe, watching her gorgeous face between my legs, her toned body, her beautiful pert breasts; her nipples thick and hard with desire. Mom continued to taste my flesh. She opened her mouth and trailed her tongue over my shaft, her hot breath warming the spit covered tool. She scooted back, spit into her hand, and, holding my dick by its base, twisted her hand in a corkscrew motion. "Oh god Mom, fuck yes." She slid her hand, which was slick with pre-cum and saliva, up my shaft and grasped the cock-head, curling her fingers over the head, pressing the heel of her hand to my frenulum. She began working my blood engorged tool. As she did so she dipped her head to my ball sac and sucked one of the orbs past her lips, into her mouth. She moved from one to the other, suckling on my balls. Mom moaned deeply, sending vibrations through my scrotum, throughout my being. I panted, struggled to breathe. She popped my balls from her mouth and greedily lapped the ball sac. With her nose pushed into the now sticky sac, her tongue slithered behind it, tickled my perineum, "Fuck mom, you're incredible." Mom kissed the center of my balls and opened her mouth, stretching the skin, pressing the flat of her tongue to it, wiggling it around. "Ohmigawd." Mom pulled back and grinned, clamping her fist around the base of my cock. "How am I doing champ? It's been awhile." Before I could answer Mom circled her tongue around the engorged head of my penis, then tried to push her tongue into my cockslit. I moaned and shuddered. She answered her own question. "I guess I'm doing okay." Mom spit onto my cockhead. I watched the saliva drip down its length. She spit again, opened her mouth wide, removed her hand - she did not want anything to impede my view - and lowered her face over my dick, frantically licking my cock as it disappeared into her face. It hit the back of her mouth. Her lips sealed around my tool. "Oh fuck yes." She sucked, her cheeks sunken, her tongue swirling around my flesh. I melted into the mattress. Mom bobbed lightly up and down, sometimes forcing her head down, testing her limits. She kept her eyes on me; she later told me how she loved the blissful expression on my face. She moaned into my flesh and I moaned in response, letting her know I loved what she was doing to me. Her silky sweet tongue never stopped swirling over my tool. Several times she reared up, caught her breath, let some spittle drool from her mouth to my cock, and dove back down. She loved the obscenity of it all; the dirty sound of my cock driving into her face filled the bedroom. And although, excepting her one unhappy experience in Burlington, it must have been years since Mom had given head, she was relentless. I was moaning in delight, clawing the bedspread. Mom saw the effect she was having. She pulled off my tool, licked the head, and said, "How about it dear, does Mama know how to suck dick?" I nodded yes, but she didn't waited for the answer. She let some more spit drool from her mouth and pushed the liquid down my shaft with her tongue. Her hand returned to my balls, massaging, tugging the orbs. She licked me hard, like a starving woman, then dropped her mouth over my shaft, swallowing more than half my length. Her satin tongue ran all over it. She rocked her body forward, forcing another half-inch into her face. Drool crept from the corners of her mouth. She pulled her mouth off my dick, licked its length, and opened wide to swallow me again, caressing my balls with her fingers as she devoured me, her lips puckered around my tool, suctioning me with preternatural intensity. I lay a hand on her head. Mom ripped her mouth off me. Gasping, smiling, she took a moment to catch her breath, and asked again, "Well, how am I doing?" I looked at her face. Saliva coated her cheeks and mouth. "Fricking incredible." She smiled. "How about this?" Mom pressed her chest to my shaft, squeezing her tits to my dick. I gulped, fascinated by the sight of my cock sliding between her breasts. I had once suckled on those things. She increased the pace; her hair bounced on her shoulders. She paused, dropped a fresh string of spit into her cleavage, and resumed driving my shaft between her boobs. Her tone was innocent, with filthy undertones. "Do I make your cock feel good?" "Fuck yes." She continued; I felt a rumble in my balls. Then, in one quick motion, my cock was back in her mouth, her hand on my testicles. I could take no more. I thought, does Mom swallow? I said, "OH fuck Mom, gonna cum." Mom moaned around the cock crammed between her lips. She looked at me, her eyes begged for my seed. Her fingertips stroked my ball sac and pressed my perineum, massaging my prostate from the outside. I bucked, every muscle in my body tensed. My dick had never been harder. Mom squeezed my balls again and my orgasm consumed me. Semen surged the length of my cock, exploded from the tip, filled Mom's mouth. She captured every drop while her tongue swabbed my cockhead. Mom looked up again; her eyes shone with wicked desire, then they shone with love. She eased my cock from her mouth, stretched her jaw, and took one last lick from balls to tip. She sat back, smiling sweetly, watching me catch my breath. She caressed my thighs. "I love you." I was so focused on my body - it felt so good - that it took me a second to respond: "That was amazing. I love you." I extended my hand, pulled her towards me, ran my hand though her hair. She nuzzled her cheek against my hand and lay next to me. I looked into those entrancing green eyes and trailed a hand over the curve of her hips to her breasts. She smiled, bit her lip. I rubbed my palm back and forth on her nipples. We lay for awhile, content. Them Mom picked her head up, supporting it on her hand. "You know, I meant it earlier, I want to be fucked, fucked like a whore." "Okay, but I've never fucked a whore." She reached for my penis. "I'm sure we'll figure it out. I know it's our first date and I don't want you to think I'm easy, but I have this fantasy about being tied up. You ever tie anyone to a bed and fuck her." "No." Nonetheless, my cock was getting hard in her hand. "This little fellow seems like it might want to try." She squeezed the shaft and continued. "I've thought about it for years, but I've never trusted anyone enough to do it," then adding in a facetious tone, "You interested? Wanna tie your Mommy up?" My rock hard penis had already answered the question. "Yes." "Good. Your father left some old ties in the closet. We'll use those. It's time he contributed to my sex life.' I got out of bed and found the ties. When I returned I reached between her legs, pushed a finger into her slit. She was steaming, wet, sloppy, soaked. She was ready. I kissed her soft sweet lips, centered her on the bed, stroked her face with the back of my hand. She wiggled into place. I kissed her. "Okay, let's go. Tie me down son, enjoy my body." I brought Mom's hands to the headboard's railing. She arched her neck and watched as I bound her wrists. Then I trailed my fingertips along her arm. She squirmed, just a bit. I ran my fingers up her neck and through her hair. Mom, still a tad nervous, nibbled on her lips. I moved to the foot of the bed, secured her legs. She whimpered, then relaxed. I tenderly kissed each red painted toenail, then wrapped my hands around her right foot, massaged it, left a trail of kisses over the top of her foot and up her shin. Mom watched, eyes wide, unsure of what would happen next. When I kissed her knee she caught her breath. When I used my tongue to explore the back of her knee, which turned out to be very sensitive, she panted. I lifted her leg and nibbled along the back of her thigh and dragged my tongue to the crease of her hip bone. Mom squirmed and stretched, pulling on the ties. I kissed her pussy. The aroma was strong; it tickled my nostrils. I dipped my face into her sex, immersed myself in her. Mom moaned, but I decided to delay the attack on her pussy. Instead I gave her left foot and leg the same treatment I'd given the right. When done Mom squirmed, flexing her feet and toes. Her pussy glistened in the sunlight coming through the window; it had swollen, the interior pink lips had opened for inspection. Attempting to entice me, she wiggled her hips. I straddled her prone body, kissing up and down her stomach, taking my time, teasing her, feasting on her. She fidgeted; she moaned; she stretched her legs, dug her heels into the mattress, arched her back, sank her head into the pillow, offered me her pussy. I licked along the curve of her rib cage and caressed her sides with my fingertips. She nibbled her lips when I kissed along the bottom of her breasts. I trailed my tongue to and across her areolas, then, just barely, flicked her nipples. Mom gasped, writhing in sensual undulations. This was fun. I kissed my way to her other breast, suckled her nipple into my mouth, held it between my teeth, lashed it with my tongue. Mom trembled, struggling to breathe. My mouth traveled back and forth, from tit to tit. Her eyes fluttered closed; I enjoyed making her squirm and wiggle. I'd nibble a nipple, then switch to the other, munching on my mother's most splendid breasts. Mom groaned and arched her back, trying to feed me her boobs. She pulled her wrists taut against the ties. Between heavy breaths Mom whined, "You're enjoying this son, aren't you." "You're not," I mumbled into her breast. "Yeah, okay, I am, but please, please, my pussy." My hands on her knees, I pushed her legs open and rubbed up the soft flesh of her inner thighs, approaching, but not quite reaching, her pussy. Finally, as she let out an especially ardent moan, I placed a single finger at the base of her pussy. "You mean here, you want me to touch you here?" I drew the finger upward, along the length of her pussy lips. She was soaking wet, ready. "Oh god yes." "I need to consider the proposition." I lowered my head again, taking little bites all over her firm tits. I pressed another finger to her sex, but did not push inside. "Please." She lifted her hips to my finger. I withdrew my hand. Mom laughed, kicked her heels on the bed. "You." I kissed my way back down her tummy, pushed her thighs aside, opened her up. I was staring at my mother's cunt. How exactly did big old me come out of that tiny sweet hole? It was beautiful, so was she. It was time. I placed my hands on her pussy lips, pulled them aside, and gazed at the exposed pink flesh. She was soaked. I trailed my tongue over her slit. She had a sweet light taste. Mom moaned and, when my tongue reached her clit, cooed. She closed her eyes, focused on the pleasure I was bringing her. I stretched the skin above her clit, exposed the nub, sucked it into my mouth, french kissed it, caressed it, slapped it with my tongue. I dragged my tongue, first the rough top, then the soft underside, over it; the first got a growl, the second a purr. Mom lifted her hips into my face. Mom and I Go on Vacation I and caught her clit between my teeth. Mom yelped. I moved my mouth back down to her cunt hole. She was leaking juice. I licked her pussy, nectar flowed into my mouth like a small stream. Mom's chest heaved with heavy breaths. I licked the opening of her cunt, licked the warm inner flesh, licked the folds and crevices of her labia. I captured the labial lips between my teeth. Mom was delicious and I became ravenous, gorging myself, feeding on her cunt like it was ambrosia. Her fluids stained my face; her sweet musk soaked into my skin and flowed into my nose. I flattened out my tongue and took decadent slow laps from the bottom of her pussy, over every curve, to her clit. Mom was wonderfully responsive; feline in her motion. I adored the soft moans when I licked sensitive spots and the sharp groans when I furiously flicked her clit. She was getting close. She twisted, pulled on the ties, let out a series of high pitched hoots. I backed off, seeking to draw out the experience, returning to slow gentle licks over the face of her vagina, then dipping my tongue into her puddle of pussy juice. I walked my hand to her breast, covered the flesh, loving the feel of her thick hard nipple. "Oh fuck son, so good." Her pussy was on fire. I ran my tongue over every fold, into every crevice. Mom clenched her fists, tightened her legs, yanked against the restraints. I rolled her nipples between my fingers while lashing her swollen clit with my tongue. Mom was delirious. She howled, "Oh my goodness son, you're going to make me come. I'm gonna come." She ground her pelvis into my face. Then I stopped. Her eyes flew open. "What are you doing?" I ran my hand to the other breast, pinching the nipple. "Trust me," I said. Mom smirked, looked at the ties, and said, "Do I have a choice?" She closed her eyes. I nudged two fingers inside her; fluid leaked out. I pushed deeper. She squealed. I returned my mouth to her clitoris while pumping my fingers in and out of her. Her pussy walls clenched, she rocked her hips. "Oh son, I love it, it feels so good." I groaned into her, sending vibrations down to her toes. She shuddered with every flick of my tongue, then gasped, her eyelids fluttered, her cunt gripped my fingers. I was important, powerful. I was the one who'd push her up the mountain to the ecstasy at its peak. I curled my fingers inside her, located the g-spot, and dragged my fingertips along her pussy walls, scraping the flesh. Mom squealed and shuddered. No one would ever be this patient and careful, no one would ever make love to her with my passion and devotion. I had been born of this woman for this purpose, to be her lover. Mom whimpered, "I can't take it anymore." Her muscles tensed and trembled. She was wrong. She could. I pulled back. Mom gasped, squirmed, tried to regain contact. I blew cool air over her pussy and then, ever so lightly, kissed her womanhood. When my lips reached her clit she could control her anxiety no longer. "Please, please, please, make me come." Other than to continue my kisses I didn't answer. Mom's face was crimson with need; her chest heaved. I slipped my tongue in her fuck slit, flicked the folds. I nibbled her pussy lips, sucking air in though my nose. Her scent was divine. I returned to her pussy lips and Mom raised her ass, pushing against my slow studious tongue. Every nerve in her body was lit up, inflamed. Her nipples were swollen. Still I said nothing. Mom pled, "Please, please, I'm begging you." I returned my hand to her breast. She winced; her nipples so hard and needy that my touch had bordered on the painful. I buried my face in her sex, smearing her nectar into my skin. Mom moaned, grateful when my tongue returned to her pulsating clitoris. I drew circles around it; I lapped across it; I crammed three fingers into her cunt. Mom had been reduced to the core of her carnality. She howled, "Oh goodness, thank you," pulled against the ties binding her to the bed, reveling in the feeling of helplessness. She whimpered with every flick of my tongue, every pump of my hand. Her body jerked, her breaths shallow and rapid. "Please, oh god, this time please make me come. I've gotta come. I can't handle it anymore. I need to come!" She writhed and quivered. She arched her back; she rubbed her head into the pillow; her toes clenched and released. I didn't stop. I pushed my fingers into her, then dug them out. I pressed my knuckles to her pubic bone. I sucked her clit into my mouth, pummeled it with my tongue, gorged myself on it. I caught a nipple with my fingers. Her face was flush; her lips quivered; sheer desire consumed her. Then it came. Her cunt convulsed around my fingers; her hips bucked against my face. I sucked hard on her clit, continuing as an orgasm washed over her, slamming her to the ground. She shouted, in a voice shrill and intense, "You're so good to me, you've always have been, I love you, yes, oh fucking yessssssssssssssssssssssssssss. OHMIGOD SO, SO GOOD SON, FFFUUUCCCCKKKKKKKK, CCCOOOOOMMMMINNNNGGGGGGGG!" She was bucking so hard I couldn't keep her clit in my mouth. I pulled back, holding a tit with one hand, finger fucking her with the other. Juice gushed around my fingers. She twisted and turned, bit down on her lip, filled the room with obscene animal moans as she rode the waves of orgasmic bliss. I grinned. I loved watching her quake and quiver in tremors of delight. Mom gradually calmed down, took short breaths, tried to recalibrate after the hurricane that had whirled through her. I was quiet, knowing I was the one who'd done this for her, that only I could offer her this kind of serene pleasure. For reasons unclear, my mother was my soul-mate, I hers. Mom finally opened her eyes. A smile illuminated her face. "Hey." She took another breath. "I never knew it could be like this." "Hey beautiful." I touched her hip. "You enjoy yourself?" "Oh yes. Very much. Unbelievable. You like eating pussy? I hope so, I'm gonna want to do this a whole bunch. Enjoy myself? That would be a yes. A big yes." She noticed the juice smeared on my face. "I made you mess." "Yes, you did. And yes, I loved eating your pussy. You're gonna make my face a mess a lot." Mom looked at the foot of the bed, then to my penis. "Could you untie my legs? Then, fuck me?" I slid to the foot of the bed and did so. My cock, which had partially deflated, returned to full staff. Mom licked her lips. "Son, it's time to take what yours. There's a condom in the top dresser drawer." I slipped it on, crawled onto the bed. Mom spread her legs. I straddled her, positioned my dick at the entrance to her sex. "I love you Mom." "I love you." Then she stopped. "Are you okay?' She looked like she might cry. "It's just that, until now, I didn't know what that word meant. I'm being silly. I love you son. Now before I start wailing, fuck me, fuck me hard." She was wet and hot and welcoming and her pussy was made for my cock. And then I was fully buried inside her. Mom squealed, pulled on the ties binding her arms, raised her head, dropped it back to the pillow. She moved her ankles so they were on top of mine. At first I just lay there, getting used to being inside her. Then I said, "Mom, you're so tight, so soft." "Son, I love the way you feel inside me. You fill me perfectly." I moved forward, got on my knees. Mom pulled her knees back towards her chest. I moved her feet to my shoulders. In this position I could look into her eyes and my hands had easy access to her body, and her clit. I thrust, starting slowly, but picked up the pace, fucking her deep and hard. Mom matched her movements to mine; we were a song sung in harmony. Her cunt walls sucked me inside, as if begging for more, as if her body wanted to absorb me. Mom moaned, rolled her hips. I varied my motion, shifting from left to right, up and down, side to side, wanting to visit every corner of her slick soft sweet interior flesh. Mom grabbed the bed rail and pushed back into me. "Mom, I love you." "Son, I love you too. I belong to you, now and forever. I'm your mother, your lover, your sweet lady, but I'm also your fuck-mate, your slut, your whore, the place you put your cock, leave your cum, your what-ever-you-desire. I want to be all those things, to be everything you want." My cock twitched; my cum boiled in my balls. I couldn't believe my sweet mother was talking like this. I thrust into her hard, like an animal. Her tits bounced on her chest; the walls of her cunt enveloped me with silky fiery heat. Mom continued the barrage of words. "I'm your whore, your mother, your lady-love, your slut. I'm whatever-you-want-me-to-be, any fantasy, any dream, no matter how filthy, how sick, I'm it." Reaching for her shoulders, using them as leverage, I pushed into her, banging into her cervix, approaching the place I'd been conceived. Mom squealed, held tight to the headboard, shoved herself into me. "I'm fuck flesh. Your fuck flesh." "Are you my good girl?" "Good girl, fuck no. Best girl, only girl, nasty girl, bad girl, fuck girl." Hips rocking, fluids merging, bodies banging into each other, I held on for dear life. "I live for your pleasure. I'm yours, forever. Fuck me, fuck your wicked, nasty, filthy, whore mother." We were covered with sweat; the air was sticky and hot; the bedroom reeked of sex. Mom had spent twenty years with a man who made love at night, with the lights off; she had a whole lot of catching up to do. She wanted to feel cherished and loved, but she also wanted someone who lusted for her, craved her, obsessed about her. She wanted someone to ram into her with all his strength. She wanted my hands rough, grabbing her, taking what I needed. "I'm your nasty girl. You love me because I'm sweet and fun and funny and because I'm a slut for you and you alone." I let go of her shoulders. One hand clumsily groped her breasts, kneading the flesh, tugging, twisting her nipples. The other hand found her clit, moving in firm circles. "Fuck yes, that's what I am," she wailed. "Your fuck-princess." My hands were everywhere, molesting, touching, caressing, while I drove my erection into her. I dug my nails into her hips, pulled her hard to me. I pounded her, her body bounced on the bed. The bed creaked. Mom was unstoppable, driving her sweet cunt over my cock, gasping each time we slammed together. "Are you ready, ready for your son's cum?" "Oh god yes, give it to me. I need it. I want it. Fucking give it to me. I have to have your cum. Drown me in it." Mom flexed the muscles buried deep in her cunt. "Give it to me, fuck your Mama. Fuck me like your slut, love me like your queen." "My god Mom, I love you." She wrapped her legs around my waist and yanked me into her. "Fill Mama with your sperm. I want it so fucking bad. Please, oh please, I need it." I lunged forward, buried myself in her. My abdomen tensed: I growled; my cock erupted; intense joy flooded by body. My balls emptied inside her and her cunt clamped down. Then she screamed, consumed by her own orgasm. Her body torqued and twisted and her mind was swept away, taken somewhere else, where it floated in the warm glow of sexual ecstasy. She was, for the moment, unconscious of everything, even her own moans, except for the perfect pleasure vibrating through her. I stayed deep within her, letting our juices blend together. She drifted back to consciousness. I watched, loving the look on her face, and then her lips moved. I bent my ear to her mouth. She whispered, "I love you." I sat back on my knees, withdrew, let our mix drip from her cunt to her, now our, bed. I missed being inside her. I lay next to her and said, "I love you." She kissed my cheek. I untied her wrists, kissed her face That was Thursday, Thanksgiving Day. We stayed in all day Friday and Saturday. We made love tenderly and hard, we made love standing, sitting, lying down, we made love in every room in the house, we were sore but made love anyway. We got up early Sunday and on our way to the airport stopped at our favorite spot at the Wright Environmental Education Center, a beautiful glen by the river. I rolled off her, satiated, and peeled off my condom. Mom said, "I made an appointment to see Dr. Agaston about birth control." "Are you sure. I'm happy to use these things." "I'm sure. I'm going to miss you." "Well, I've been thinking. I could transfer to Georgia State. We could be together." Mom was a step ahead of me. "I've been thinking too and this is what I think. Ever since our trip I've been looking for jobs in Vermont. A position came open last week in the Department of Forests, Parks and Recreation. I'm perfect for it. I want to apply. If I get it we could be together. I could go the university part-time, get my Masters in Plant and Soil Science." Mom, using her maiden name, got the interview and when Mom got the interview, she got the job. She moved to Burlington in January. Yeah, it was cold. My roommate saw little of me second semester. He was happy; his girlfriend moved into our room. The divorce became final during the summer. Not unexpectedly, Ms. D'Angelo sold the bank and moved to California, where Dad knew no one and she'd have him all to herself. Over the years my occasional visits were short and unpleasant. Ms. D'Angelo had a way of making one feel unwelcome. I saw Dad once or twice a year. He showed only a passing interest in my life. * * * * I had told Mom about studying her body when she went swimming at the Duck Brook Shelter. During my sophomore year we decided to return there in the middle of the week, when no one would be around. We'd skinny dip, make love in and by the water. We arrived late in the afternoon. A family, three children and their parents, were in the water, laughing, splashing, cavorting. Mom and I sat on a rock and watched. I took her hand in mine, she lay her head on my shoulder. I said, "Well, not that I'm glad there here, but its hard to build up too much resentment when you see kids having so much fun." "Yeah, I know what you mean." That night the seven of us shared a campfire and meal. They were real nice people and excellent cooks. The children were boisterous, bright, engaging. Despite our aborted plan, Mom seemed delighted by their presence and they took to Mom, playing with her, laughing until their bellies hurt. When Mom and I crawled into our tent, cuddling together, she said, "They're leaving first thing in the morning. We'll still have the chance to get it on." "How do you know that?" "Janey," the wife, "told me. It appears that before they had the kids they came up here, in the middle of the week, all the time." "Are we that obvious?" "It appears so." They left shortly after sunrise. Mom and I, naked, took a swim and made love on the beach. As we hiked out I thought about Mom and the kids and their affinity for her. I'd assumed Mom, now forty, would not want any more children, but we had not really talked about it. So I asked. Mom, it turned out, was concerned that at age nineteen I was not ready for a family. When we got back to Burlington we discarded the birth control. She was one month pregnant when, at the end of the summer, we flew to Las Vegas, returning with wedding rings. Everyone assumed we'd married; we didn't bother to correct them. Mom, who finished second in her Masters program, was selected to deliver the students' remarks at the graduation ceremony. Standing before the microphone, her distended belly affirming our child's birth was but a month away, Mom was, as always, funny, charming, engaging. We named our daughter Florence. Our son was born two years later, during my second year at Vermont Law School. Mom And I Go To The Drive-In The day had gone by uneventful. My cousin had come over to hang out for a little while and play video games with me. He lived a few houses down from me, and the rest of our family lived on the other side of town. We were a very close family. "You boys want to go to the drive in movie with me?" Mom asked as she burst into the room. Since my dad had walked out on us a year ago, Mom had been very reclusive and moody, so it was quite a surprise to see her so cheerful. She had even dressed up for the occasion. Her lips shined a ruby red color that contrasted very well against her tan skin. She put on a light, almost metallic, blue eye shadow bringing out her light brown eyes, and her wavy dark hair contoured her face in an innocent, but sexy kind of way. My mom, to me anyway, looked very attractive, I always thought when I get married I wanted my wife to look like her. She was very voluptuous, wide hips but not fat by any means, and she was what I considered short around 5'6" or so. Tonight she put on a pair of tight blue jeans that looked like they wanted to burst at every seam. Her loose blouse hung limply on her shoulders showing off her cleavage of her ample breasts and barely hiding much of her stomach. Least to say, I was really caught off guard. Naturally, just turning eighteen and graduating from high school, going to the movies with your mom was really, really lame. It wasn't like my cousin and I had anything better to do that night, so we reluctantly agreed to go. We had all piled into the leisure van Dad left us with and mom drove us to the drive in movie that was a few miles away from our house. The van wasn't really that bad. It was almost like a camper. There were curtains for the windows, several radios that had headphone plugs, a small closet, and a bench seat that was shaped like a horseshoe. In the middle of the horseshoe was a table that could lower to make a king size bed in the back. We had taken it out many times when Dad, Mom, and I would go camping. There was a horror movie playing that night at the drive in, even though mom wasn't a big on horror films, she scared easily, she decided to stay anyway since it was the first time in a long time she had dressed up and gone out anywhere. "We should close the curtains, and make it really scary," I suggested. "And put down the table back there and we can all be comfortable," Mom chimed in. Mom grabbed the speaker that was resting on a metal pole outside next to her. She clipped it to the window, and rolled it up as far as she could. My cousin had shut all the curtains while I pushed the table down and put a cushion on top of it. Mom sat down between my cousin and me just as the movie screen turned black signaling the beginning of the movie. Mom said in a panicked voice, "I hope this isn't too scary." "Don't worry mom, I'll protect you from the boogey man," I joked and we all shared a laugh. No more than fifteen minutes into the movie Mom had already jumped and screamed twice. Her hands were clenched onto my cousin's thigh and my own, so tight it was starting to hurt. I smiled as I watched mom's face as she intently stared at the screen. Every few minutes her eyes would widen, and then shut tightly just like her hand did on my thigh. Her skin shone from the light of the screen, even in the darkness of the van. My eyes followed the curve of her shoulder, and I could see perfectly down the cleavage of her chest. My cock throbbed at the mental image of Moms melon sized breasts. I closed my eyes for a second, savoring the thought. In no time, my cock had swollen and was pushing down my pant leg. As I opened my eyes, thinking of way to cool down, I noticed my cousin looking at her too. Instantly, I felt the sharp prick of jealousy flood through me. I did not like the look on the face of my cousin. Mom screamed and jumped again, suddenly. Her hands flew from our thighs and cusped over her mouth. The next second she gasped sharply and her hands grabbed onto our thighs again, this time she grabbed right where my hard cock was hidden. I was caught in a moment of bliss and horror from my mom grabbing my erection. It was my turn to gasp sharply from the surprise of my secret being suddenly revealed. To my relief, it seemed she hadn't noticed at all. Her hand still rested on my cock, but she said or did nothing. My cousin had rested back on his elbows, making me glad because he wasn't staring at my mom's tits anymore. A few minutes had gone by, my mom's had was still resting on my still hard cock. Without any notice, her hand slowly moved down my leg to my knee, then back up over my cock and to the top of my thighs, repeatedly. Even though my stomach lurched, and the intimidating feeling of the taboo situation I was in with mom swept over me in waves, I was in ecstasy. I knew now that she knew about my stiff cock, and was even playing with it. In front of my cousin no less. I had a little more courage now, so I slid my hand through her arm and her torso and gently rested it midway down her thigh. Daringly, I rubbed my hand up and down the top of her thigh a few times slowly, matching her rhythm. She spread her legs a little to allow my hand further up. I ran my hand up and down her inner thigh and soon found the warm crotch of my mom. I finally had enough courage to look at her. She was still staring forward at the movie, but every few seconds she stole a glace at me, and then my cousin out of the corner of her eye. Even though I was rubbing her pussy through her jeans, I still wanted to feel the softness of her breasts. Cautiously, I slid my hand up her shirt and felt the warm skin of her stomach on the back of my hand, as I cupped the bottom of her tit with my fingers. Her hand, in return, grasped my cock harder making it throb. She clenched her hand and released several times, making it seem to pulsate on my stiff rod. Out of the corner of my eye I looked at my cousin. He was still leaning back on his elbows, not noticing a thing mom and I were doing. My daring increased. I massaged mom's tit as frequently as I could without alarming my cousin. I glanced at mom again. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open, I could tell she liked the way I touched her. I felt like I was going to burst in my jeans. Mom must have sensed this because she stopped touching me for a moment. I looked over at her and her eyes were still shut and her mouth was still agape. Mom let out a small moan and her head fell into my lap. I watched as one of her legs swung over my cousin's head. He stood up slightly and his pants fell to the floor. I caught a glimpse of his hard cock in the dull light from the movie screen. Mom reached above her head and grabbed both of my arms. She guided my hands to her tits and I took the cue. I pulled her shirt over her head revealing the bare melon sized tits underneath. I started massaging both of her breasts, squeezing them together and releasing them. Over and over I did this as I watched my cousin unbutton her tight jeans and peel them down her legs. She was wearing a see-through pair of red panties. Quickly, my cousin peeled them off too and tossed both her jeans and panties onto the floorboard of the van. My mouth watered at the sight of her smooth mound, glimmering in the light from the movie screen. "Aunt Teresa, you're so wet," My cousin purred as his fingers probed her cunt. "Eat my pussy Jose," Mom begged of my cousin. My eyes widened as my cousin bent down, burying his head into her soft cunt. Small moans emitted from mom as my cousin worked her pussy with his tongue. I watched as her hips began to gyrate up and down on my cousin's face. "Oh yes," Mom moaned, "Shove that tongue in my cunt!" I could see my cousin working his mouth feverishly, licking every inch of her pussy he could reach with his tongue. His head bobbed up and down. Moms breathing deepened. I watched her chest heave up and down making her breasts appear larger. "Play with my tits baby," Mom begged, "Pull on my nipples." I enjoyed hearing my mom tell me what she liked. Her voice was sweet and low. I could tell she was really going to get off. My mind was torn, I was so turned on from mom and this was my chance to fuck her brains out, but at the same time I was jealous of my cousin getting the same treat I did. Of course, my dick did the thinking for me. "My pussy needs to be fucked Jose," Mom purred. Instantly, my cousin was on top of Mom guiding his hard cock into her wet pussy. I felt mom press into me as my cousin thrust his cock into her. Over and over again, I felt mom pushing into me as my cousin rhythmically fucked her pussy. Her tits shook in my hands from the force of my cousin's pelvis. Mom ran her hands through my hair as my cousin continued his assault on her pussy. I bent down, and for the first time, I kissed her passionately on the lips. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth, as mine probed her mouth. Soon mom was moaning louder and louder into my mouth as her body started to quiver. She stopped running her hands through my hair and held her thighs back instead, allowing my cousin to slide his cock deeper into her wet cunt. I straightened up, wanting to watch mom's tits bounce in my hands. "Your pussy feels so good and tight, Auntie," My cousin groaned. "It's been so long since I've been fucked," Mom gasped for air, "Don't worry baby, you'll get your turn in my hot cunt too," She continued as she looked up at me. My mind was torn, I was so turned on from mom and this was my chance to fuck her brains out, but at the same time I was jealous of my cousin getting the same treat I did. Of course, my dick did the thinking for me. After a few minutes mom pushed my cousin back and rolled over onto her hands and knees. Her hand groped for my stiff cock so I guided her to it. Instead, she ran her hand up to the button on my jeans and unbuttoned them with one hand. I stood partially up and rested one knee on the makeshift bed and unzipped my jeans and slid them off. My cock sprung out and smacked mom against her cheek. Once again, mom was being pushed forward from the force of my cousin as he slid his cock back into her wet pussy. She groaned as she greedily slurped my cock into her mouth. I reached down and grabbed both of her swaying tits as mom took my cock all the way down her throat. I watched as my cousin held up his hand and he brought it down onto her ass with a sharp slap. Mom moaned on my cock as he did it. My cousin slapped her ass again, making her moan louder. Mom dug her nails into my ass pulling me harder into her face. I let go of her right tit and grabbed tightly onto her hair. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back absorbing the pleasure of my mom's mouth. I was getting more and more excited by the second. I started fucking her mouth with all the force I could muster. She gagged a couple of times on my cock but soon relaxed enough that she could handle my cock forcing its way down her throat. After what seemed like hours of lustful fucking and sucking, mom pushed herself up, but remained on her knees. Her tits hung naturally to the side and they jiggled left to right as she turned around and faced my cousin. They began to kiss each other and my mom beckoned me with her hand to move closer to her. Mom stuck her voluptuous ass out as far as she could and revealed the pink folds of her cunt, while she kissed my cousin. I knew she wanted to feel my cock inside of her now. I guided my dick between her ass cheeks and found the slippery hole of her cunt. My cock slid easily into her wet pussy. "Oh mom," I groaned as I felt the warm wetness surround my shaft. I wasted no time at all pounding my mom's hot wet cunt. I watched her ass jiggle every time I slammed into her as I reached around mom's body and squeezed her large tit with my left hand. I pressed my body closer to mom so I could feel her soft skin all over my body. "Oh fuck me," Mom nearly screamed. "Harder baby harder!" I shoved my cock into mom's pussy as hard and as fast as I could. After several minutes of brutal fucking, mom began to move her hips to my rhythm, fucking me back. She swung her hips left and right in a slow and teasing way. I grabbed onto her hips taking control of her movement. The sharp slapping from my pelvis banging against her ass and the deep moans of mom was all you could hear in the van. Mom pushed me down onto the makeshift bed in the van and rolled onto her back, spreading her legs in front of me. For the first time I actually got a good look of her pussy. Her pink lips stood out, contrasting against her dark skin. She was completely shaven and to me, it was the hottest pussy I ever laid my eyes on. Mom placed her hands on each side of her cunt and opened it wide for me, allowing me to get a good look at her pussy. I quickly knelt between her thighs and placed my cock on her pussy. I grabbed my shaft at the base and began sliding it slowly up and down mom's slick cunt. I started to slide the tip of my cock in her pussy and then suddenly pull back out, teasing her the way she tried to tease me with her ass. "Please, please fuck me baby," Mom begged, not being able to handle anymore. Happily, I obliged her. I suddenly thrust as deep as I could into her eager cunt. She emitted a deep, loud growl as my hilt banged against her clit. I watched as she pulled my cousin's cock down to her lips and sucked the tip of it into her mouth, wrapping her hand around the thick shaft of his cock; mom began to vigorously jack him off. "Fuck Auntie," My cousin growled. I watched as my mom greedily sucked down everything my cousin gave her. A few seconds later, my cousin collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavy and tired. My mom wrapped her arms around my neck, looked at me and smiled. "Do you like my pussy baby?" She purred. "Fuck yeah," I growled as I thrust my cock into her pussy. "I want you to cum in me," Mom smiled. Hearing those words come out of my mom's mouth drove me wild. I fell on top of her. I could feel her large tits smashed against my chest. I could not fuck that woman fast or hard enough after that. I drove my cock into her over and over again. My dick started to swell bigger and bigger. Mom's moaning increased in frequency as I came closer to cumming in her cunt. "Right there baby!" She groaned, "Fuck me!" "Oh mom," I moaned, "I'm cumming in your hot pussy!" Mom's hips bucked wildly, her nails dug into my back, and her head tilted back as she came on my cock. I could feel her body spasm underneath me as she climaxed. I pressed my dick as far as it could go inside of her pussy. I never wanted that moment to end. It had always been one of my hottest fantasies, being able to fuck my mom's hot pussy, and it finally came true. I slowly pulled my still throbbing cock out of mom's cunt as I kissed her ruby red lips passionately, not as a mother and son, but as two lovers. Mom and I in the Kitchen This story is real. It happened a few hours ago, and rather than think about it and keep it to myself, I thought I'd share with you a sort of diary of what just happened. I'll also try to update regularly if anything happens in the future. ------ I walked in the house from lunch with my dad. He dropped me off as my parents had divorced about five years earlier, when I was 18. As I walked into the kitchen, my mom was cleaning out some cabinets and drawers. She was wearing a light blue zip-up with a white top underneath and a pair of black yoga pants. I could tell something was wrong, and when I asked about it, she told me she had a headache. She looked at me with her tired eyes and I knew she'd ask for a massage. She did. She turned around and I started rubbing her neck as she described where the pain was coming from. I pushed hard so that she would have to resist a bit and so that I could really give her a good rub. She put her hands out on the counter in front of her and was in a bent-over position, almost as if I was going to be taking her from behind. It was ridiculous. Without thinking, I started thrusting my pelvis. Not enough to hit her or anything, but enough that I started growing a hard-on. After thirty seconds of thinking what we'd be doing if we were both naked at that point, my bulge was pretty obvious. I should be safe, so long as mom didn't turn around. And she didn't turn around, actually, but she did back up just slightly and bump her ass into my rock hard dick. Things then went from awkward to strange to amazing. She reached her hand around thinking she must have felt something else, and she wanted to explore what was so hard. Realizing it was my dick - her son's dick - she pulled her hand back right away and turned around. I tried to cover my crotch with my hand somehow, but any way I tried was very obvious. Oddly, mom turned back around and went back into the same position as she was in before and pointed to her neck to keep rubbing. I'm not sure if she just thought it was better to forget everything and not try to embarrass me or what, but she went back to normal as if nothing had happened. The next few moments of massage were normal, and my hard-on began to fade from the shock and awkwardness, though it came back immediately when my mom started pointing to her back. She wanted me to rub down her back, that was fine, but now it's like I've got my hands on her back while I'm fucking her from behind over the counter. I'm not sure where I went from here, but I remember my fully hard cock pressed violently against my jeans, and I thrust towards my mothers ass this time. I pulled away after one or two thrusts, and then she started pushing back a bit. I thought it started as if neither of us really understood what was going on, but it continued pretty smoothly for what felt like ten minutes but was probably less than two. I didn't know where to go from there, so I kept rubbing and rubbing, until my mom took it further. She turned around and look at me, completely straight-faced, and said, "I've read what you want to do to me." I of course put up a facade of confusion, knowing full well she had seen the stories I'd written about her on Literotica before. "Burying your face in me, breathing on the sheets, I know about it all." I couldn't say anything but, "Okay?" and hope that it all went away. Luckily, something better happened. As if right out of a porn scene, my own mother stood up perfectly straight and took off her blue zip-up, not in an outrageously sexy way, but she kept her eyes locked to mine the whole time. I knew that once my eyes moved down to her body, I'd be officially caught thinking my mom was sexy, as if that wasn't obvious at this point. So I did it; I inspected my mom's chest knowing full well she was watching me do it. She turned around and said, "keep rubbing my neck," and I again began doing it, but was very confused as to what was going on. Almost immediately, we both began thrusting at each other, and I noticed my mom not only resting one hand on the counter, but another on her chest. I couldn't see if she had began to fondle her breasts, but I didn't care as I made my way down to the bottom of her back. I pushed off a bit and noticed her ass involuntarily come towards my crotch again as I massaged the small of her back. From the front, she reached the bottom of her white top and pulled it up, signalling that I should massage her back from beneath it. I let my palms feel the top of her ass as my fingers made their way under the shirt. I could feel her bra strap under there while I massaged, and I rubbed both over and under it, not daring to try to take it off. My mom was getting frustrated and I could tell she wanted this to go further and faster. She let out a few moans, more from frustration than satisfaction, and I could tell she wanted more thrusting, and probably fewer clothes. She took the lead as she reached the top of her pants and pulled them down slightly. Only a few inches of her ass were exposed, but it was enough to give me the green light to begin playing with it. I began rubbing my mom's ass, and even took the liberty of pulling her pants down further. Everything was on auto-pilot at this point. Her pants came down to just above her knees and revealed the completely unsexy underwear she was wearing. It was totally sexy to me. All I could think of at this point was that only one layer was between my mother's ass and pussy and my face. I crouched down a bit, and moved my hands around to the front of my mom's legs, right around her knees. I felt her knees buckle a bit and I didn't bother with any foreplay-like pleasantries. I buried my face in the crack of her ass, but was still blocked by her panties. I stuck my tongue out and licked her panties, and pulled away to see a wet mark I left behind. "Oh that's right, you have a bit of a bum thing, don't you?" she asked, obviously remembering the stories I'd written about her. "Mm hmm," I replied, "is that okay?" Without a word, she pulled her panties down a few inches and grabbed the back of my head and placed it between her cheeks. I didn't figure my mom for liking a face buried in her ass, but then again, I didn't figure her for now to let her son do it either, so here I was with my tongue tickling my mom's ass cheeks. I tried to reach down to her pussy with my tongue, but couldn't get there no matter how I strained. She wasn't bent over enough, and frankly, I wasn't going to tempt fate by changing any part of the situation. Then again, I did get up and make a pretty bold move. As I stood up, my hands smoothly slid underneath my mom's shirt and cup her breasts. She placed her hands over mine as we rubbed them together. She reached around to take her bra off, and as she did, I realized I was cupping my mother's natural, full breasts. She turned around, still wearing her top at this point, though her nipples were poking through and very visible, and reached out for my cock. She turned back around and said "put it inside me." I did exactly that. I undid my jeans, pulled them down along with my boxers, and as my mom began to bend over, I saw a finger reach through her pussy. Her finger was glistening already, and I thought that I needed to feel exactly what that was like. I reached out a hand on her ass, and slid my thumb between her cheeks and to her lips. They were soaking wet, and I was a total rock between my legs. I pulled my hand away and guided my cock and her ass together, as I buried my dick into my own mother's pussy. It was fantastic. We began thrusting, but now, she was half naked and I had my cock buried inside her. It didn't last long as I was extremely horny (fucking your own mother does that to you), and I came within about a minute or so. I could tell that she had climaxed at that point as well, and I fell on top of her, my now soft penis still inside her as we both were callously out of breath. We both let out a few sighs of "oh my God" and began to put our clothes on. We went to separate rooms and haven't really seen each other since. I'm excited and terrified at what will happen in the next day or so as we spend time together. Part of me wants to openly masturbate in my room so that she can see me. I feel like that would be the best way to see if she wants this to happen again or not. If she sees me and ignores it, then maybe we'll be able to just be naked in front of each other, perhaps fuck whenever we please, or just be okay with it. If she says not to do that in front of her, it might be a different story. Of course, she might say that I don't need to be doing this to myself anymore and I can simply come to her whenever I'd like some relief. Thankfully, my brother has moved out and it is only my mother and I in this house now, so with any luck, I'll be able to have my way with my mom on a regular basis. ------ My plan is to update this story with new chapters if anything happens, as I truly hope it does. I haven't technically even seen my mom's pussy or tits yet, though my fingers taste good as I'm writing this. I really think I'll just "randomly" have a boner every time I'm around my mom now, knowing that I've done what I've done at this point. Let me know what you think so far and what we should try next, assuming I'm given the chance. Mom & Jeff & Dee & Me When my best friend finally told me he had been sleeping with his mother, I was stunned. We had been going out 'double' since junior high and I knew that women were always on his mind so when for months he didn't want to go out, I thought something was up. We were seniors and right before winter vacation I told him, "Stevie, I have Linda and Dee lined up for the weekend, can you get your mother's car?" "No man, I can't make it; I have some other stuff to do." I said, "Are you nuts, you wanted to go out with Linda for a year and now she wants to go for a weekend and your turning it down?" "Danny, I'm going to tell you something but if you ever tell anyone, I'll break your face...understand?" I laughed, "Ooohh big doings in Stevie-land." "I'm serious." "Oh all right...what is it, you know I'm not going to say anything." "Ok...well...I've been with someone for the last few months and...I was going to tell you sooner but...it's my mother." "Get the fuck out of here...what are you saying?" "We've been sleeping together Danny" "Fuck me...whoa. Hey you're not off in fantasyland or yanking my chain are you?" "No man...it's real." "How'd this happen?" "Oh man...I don't even know. One night she's telling me how lonely she is and how she can't find anyone and she starts kissing me. You know what she looks like...I mean just those tits...and before I knew what was happening ...well..." "You went to bed with..." "My mother, right" "Boy oh Stevie boy; what's going on now?" "It's intense man...we've been screwing night and day, any place and every place; she even did me in the car one day. I think she gets off doing it in places where people can see us." "Oh man I would flip if I saw you doing your mom." "I'll tell you Danny, I think she'd like it." I laughed, "Ok man I'll be over tonight. What time does the show start?" "You think I'm kidding but I'm really going to ask her. I'll call you later." When I got home my head was buzzing. My mother and I always had a great relationship and we always kissed both cheeks hello and goodbye ever since I can remember. That night when I came in, I gave her a quick kiss on the lips instead. She looked at me quizzically but didn't say anything. Later on, I was considering all the things that Steve and I had in common which I'd never thought about before. Both of our mothers had married and divorced while they were young, we were both the only child and they were both beautiful women. I felt strange the first time I did it, but that night I looked at my mother as a sexual being. I examined the swell of her breasts and the roundness of her ass and I would be lying if I didn't admit that I started thinking what it would be like to do to my mom what Steve said he was doing to his – even if I didn't quite believe him. After dinner the phone rang and Steve asked me to come over. He didn't go into details but I didn't really think I was going to watch him have sex with his mother. When I got there, I expected to hear what a dope I was to believe him but that's not what happened. His mother was in a slinky dress that showed off her well-proportioned body. No sooner was I in the door than she said, "Daniel, can we trust you not to say anything about this to anyone?" I said, "Of course" and we went downstairs to the small guest apartment they had made out of the basement. Before I even sat, Steve and his mother were kissing. Within a minute she was down to bra and panties and on her knees. I watched in awe and with an awesome boner as she sucked his cock. Steve had his eyes closed but every once in a while she looked over to watch me watching. My hand was on my crotch and when her panties came off and he started to bang her from behind I almost creamed in my pants. When they were done she looked over at me and asked, "Did you like that?" I nodded; I could see that my watching pleasured her. I went home promising myself that I would never do that again. It was too frustrating to watch and not participate. What stayed with me though, was the look on his mother's face as he did her. It was so much better than a porno film because the heat and the emotions were genuine. She was really feeling good. I stayed up with my mom and I listened to music for about an hour while she read. I was watching and thinking and before long, I had to get out of there and masturbate. I kissed my mother 'good night' on her soft lips and said, "I love you". There are many kinds of "I love you" and we always said that to each other when we left the house or went to bed. The "I love you" that I said to her that night was the 'other' one. My mother is a smart and sensitive lady and when I looked at her and said it, she knew which 'I love you' it was. She hesitated for a moment and then gave me the usual "I love you" and the usual kiss. I tried in the next few days to act 'business as usual' around my mom but we could both feel the tension and now it was sexual tension. It seemed that we were both reluctant to talk about it so I decided to do something about it. I went up to her and kissed her fully. My heart was beating while I awaited her reaction. It was none of the ones I might have expected. She said with a soft half-smile, "Daniel, I'm not ready for this." I smiled back and just said, "Ok mom." My urgency to have my mother intensified over the following weeks. I couldn't look at her as I once had. Her lips were now lips I wanted to kiss, her breasts were breasts I wanted to hold, and her body was the one I wanted to possess. I didn't press her but I didn't give up either. Over months I drew my mother to me. It was excruciating. It took weeks to until she kissed me back. When I held her breast she said, "I'm not ready." When weeks past and she put my hand on her breast, I reached between her legs. Again she said, "Danny, I'm not ready." We stayed at each plateau for what seemed an eternity to me until almost six months to the day of our first kiss I came home to find her in the bedroom, waiting for me. She said, "I'm ready for you now Danny." I'd never seen my mother completely nude and the sight was overwhelming. Her body looks almost average when she's wearing clothes so I was surprised by how hot she looked standing in the dim light by the bed. I think it's her unusually small waist that makes everything else stand out. I told her she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I took one of her tits into my hand and it overflowed. I cupped the pear shaped softness and began sucking on the protruding nipple. She undid my pants and in a moment I was as naked as she was. She touched my cock and it jumped. I said, "I want you so much it's getting me crazy." She smiled, "You don't have to be crazy baby; I'm here for whatever you want. I'm ready and I want you too." I put my knee between my mother's legs and nudged them apart as I kissed her. She opened into a wide stance. I went to taste her pussy and stayed to lick and suck her as a long uninterrupted musical sound came from her open mouth. My mouth was covered with her juices when I returned to the soft lips and tongue that played with mine. At that moment, all I wanted was to be in her. Once on the bed my mother opened for me as I approached with a raging cock in my hand. I quickly penetrated the lubricated opening of her pussy and felt the exhilaration of finally being in her after months of waiting. I pushed into the wet haven and it was perfect until...something was wrong...I felt my mother stiffen...she started to cry - talk about frustration. After getting over myself, I tried to comfort her and find out what was upsetting her. As she cried in my arms, I figured she was having second thoughts because I was her son. That wasn't it at all. When she calmed she told me the story. "Danny, the reason I'm having so much trouble is that...I met someone about eight months ago. His name is Jeff and he's a pilot. It started about the time we started. I thought I could handle it all but...I guess it's different this time...there are things about me you don't know but now I want to tell you" She curled under my arm and with her hand on my chest continued the story. "I was very young when I started having sex and I developed an appetite for it. I guess a lot of my relationships have been 'unconventional'. There were times when I went out with more than one guy at a time. The things I like to do are part of the reason your father and I split up. He just wouldn't or couldn't understand. I'll tell you Danny, it doesn't feel good when your own husband thinks you're a whore. I want you to know these things because..." I kissed her forehead and told her I thought she was wonderful. She kissed my cheek and went on. "Well I could always 'juggle' men but with you it's different. I love you. You're my son but I think I love Jeff too...I'm so confused but I didn't want you to make love to me and not know about him." "Thanks mom. Right now I don't know what to think about all this but I know I love you and I want you more than anything." "That's what makes this so hard; I want you very much too. Do you think you can still love me until we sort this whole thing out honey? Do you still want to make love to me?" I answered with my mouth on hers and she reached for my cock. I hardened in her soft hand. I kneeled to enter her again and held her legs apart by her calves. My straight cock found her pussy without guidance and reached into my mother's belly. She put her hand at the spot where I was moving in and out of her to touch the cock as it moved. She moaned a little "Mmmm...it's good Danny...good to have you in me...my baby..." We found each other's rhythm quickly for first time lovers. Her pussy held me as I stroked and my mother began a steady stream of talk as we climbed to come. "Yes baby...I love the way you're fucking me...oh, that's good...don't stop...do me harder ...yes...I'm here for your beautiful cock...in my pussy... my baby's in my pussy...I have my boy...yes love harder, harder..." I pumped into the wet center until she had all of me in her and couldn't wait another second to come. The first jet of cum I shot into her pussy set her off too. I was loud and my mother was louder as we found release from the long wait to have each other. As we lay spent my mother petted my still hard, cum coated rod and said, "Beautiful...my beautiful cock...beautiful cock." After a wondrous night of lovemaking, the morning brought more questions than answers. We decided to let things evolve and I agreed to meet Jeff. It would have been easier if on the night we all went to dinner he turned out to be jerk; no such luck. I actually liked him and we talked easily. I could see their genuine affection for each other but all through the evening I felt my mother's reassurances. Her hands touched my face and arms and when they strayed under the table, they brushed my cock. I didn't know what they were doing to Jeff. Before dessert, Jeff proposed that we all go to his apartment. We all exchanged looks that resolved into assent. When we arrived it didn't take long for me to realize that this wasn't mom's first time with two guys. She took charge and pretty much directed who and what went where. Before any clothes came off she had both of our cocks in her hands. She rubbed us hard and then got down on her knees. She alternately sucked each cock for a minute or two until they were both straining and jumping. I thought I would be uncomfortable with another guy doing my mother but I found myself so turned on to her that it didn't matter. All I wanted was to have her. I took her skirt down as she sucked Jeff off and when she realized what I wanted she positioned herself on spread hands and knees to give me access. I was pumping my mother's pussy while holding and separating the rounded full globes of her ass. I'd never had a woman's ass and I wanted my mother's now. My cock was slick with her juices when I pulled out of her pussy and I pushed it past the ring and felt my mother squirm a bit while a small shudder shook her ass. When more of my cock filled her small channel, I could feel how much tighter and hotter it was than her pussy. She took her mouth off Jeff's cock to moan, "Oh Danny...oh...you're in my ass...oh..." She resumed sucking Jeff's cock with an audible, "Mmmmm...mmmm." It was excruciatingly good to be in my mother that way and the sight of her sucking only added to it. When all of my cock was in her, I pumped her with long hard strokes. I couldn't believe how much of Jeff's was down her throat. She took all of both of us but she seemed to be at her limit by the sounds she was making. Jeff's face displayed the gratification he was experiencing as my mother sucked him and I watched him stiffen in anticipation of his climax. He held her head with a long moan and came in her mouth as she stroked his flanks. He collapsed in a heap when he finished. As I pounded her ass she asked for more. "Harder Danny harder...Ohh... I love it hard like that...yes baby...like that...for momma...yes...yes... yes..." With each "yes" of hers my cock was buried as deep as it could go and the pounding brought us both off. I felt myself erupting into her ass and the slickness made it easier to piston in and out of her. I took hold of both of my mother's tits and I came calling to her; my name on her lips warmed me as she shook in orgasm. It was the most intense sexual experience of my life. We went home and mom asked me to lie with her until she fell asleep. I held her naked body next to mine and we talked. "That was so beautiful tonight mom...I've never had sex that way...have you?" "Well Danny...I..." "Oh... mom, I'm sorry...what a stupid thing to ask you. I shouldn't make you uncomfortable and..." "It's ok Danny. I've had a lot of experience...but this was a wonderful one. I'm so glad I was your first. It makes it special for me too...and I loved having you in me like that." She reached back and covered my cock with her hand. Within a minute it no longer fit and my stiffness found her wet pussy. My memory of that night is of spending a lot more time in her than out of her. Over the next few months I found myself making love to my mother with no particular pattern or schedule. Sometimes she went and stayed by Jeff for a few days and others times it seemed like she couldn't get enough of me. I never got enough of her. Mother and I talked often and she always encouraged me to see women more my own age. She said, "Darling, we have a wonderful sexual relationship and a bond as mother and son that will always be; but you should have someone of your own generation to be with: someone who likes the same music and movies and books. You need that don't you?" I said I was happy just being with her but she always brought it up. She started spending more time away so it wasn't a complete surprise when mom said, "Honey, would you be terribly upset if I married Jeff?" I told her truthfully, "If that would make you happy, it's great." I kissed her softly and she returned my kiss with passion. "Baby, that doesn't mean that I don't want you to love me anymore. Jeff understands that." I kissed her again flooded with the pleasure of knowing that I would make love to her again. She smiled and said, "Now go find yourself someone to share the 'other stuff' with." That was easier said than done. I was determined to find someone who would fit in to my life without changing it. I came close with Cindy. We had 'changed partners and danced' once; and from the sex we had and all her talk about nothing being taboo as long as nobody got hurt, I took a chance. I invited her to mom's wedding and went for broke. I took her into the room where mom was changing after the ceremony and she watched as I kissed my mother the way I always did now: fully and with my hands roaming over her breasts and ass. Boy was that stupid. Cindy just froze and had very little to say after we left. I started to explain the situation and what I was looking for in a person who could share my life but it fell on deaf ears. She was 'outta here'. The person I was looking for turned out to be someone I had known since elementary school, Dee. We had gone out on and off for years but never pushed past the first stages of occasional sex. In my frustration one night, I told her that I had made love to my mother. She said, "I'm so glad you trusted me with that Danny, I've done things I've never told you because I didn't want you to stop seeing me. Sometimes I like being with more than one guy and I've even been with a few girls. Do you think that's terrible?" I assured her that for me that was the best news I'd heard in months and went on to give her all the details about mom, Jeff and me. She wasn't put off, she was turned on and I was in heaven. We had the best sex we ever had that night. Her pussy was never so wet and her mouth was never so willing and I had the second beautiful ass of my life. The first night of what would become 'The Foursome' was amazing. Dee took to mom and it was hard to get her off my mother's pussy all night. Mom wasn't complaining. Dee also found Jeff attractive and I teased her later that she had as many orgasms with him as she did with me. There's a picture in my memory that stays with me from that night: mom is on her hand and knees with me in her up to the hilt from behind, Dee is lying down and mom is sucking on her pussy, and Jeff is straddled over Dee with his cock down her throat. Incredibly we all came within a minute or two of each other. Over the next few months, Dee and I moved in together. We lived close to mom and Jeff and miraculously it worked for a while. We met as a foursome on special occasions and made them very special. Mom and Dee had 'girls night out' and once in a while Dee enjoyed Jeff and I for a night. Then I asked Jeff to spend the night with Diane because I hadn't been alone with my mother for a while. While I was deep in my mother's pussy she said to me, "Oh Danny this is the best isn't it? Having you in my pussy is what I want. I want you to fuck me...I want to suck you...you're what I need." As I went deeper into her belly, she began to whimper, "Danny...Oh...I thought it would be best for you and ...maybe for me too but it's not...it's not baby..." She started crying and I came out of her and held her. "Mom you were all I ever really wanted and you're all I'll ever need." I kissed her, overwhelmed with my love for her and said, "Let's do something about this now, before it's too late." "Yes baby...yes." She pulled me on top of her and the way she wanted me got me hard again quickly. She was as wet as I'd ever felt her and my cock searched for her end with each thrust. "Yes...fill your momma...only you baby...fill me with your hard cock...do it hard Danny...hard...hard..." I pounded her the way she needed it at that moment and it felt good to give it to her that way. After a minute or two she was clawing at my back and the sweat was pouring off us both. It wasn't long before I let a torrent of cum explode into her pussy. She hadn't come and was almost manic. She was on my cock with her mouth sucking off both our juices. I was amazed at how soon she had me hard and ready to fuck her again. I sucked on her clit to get her closer to her orgasm before entering her. Her honey was sweet and she was thrashing before I was done. I took her from behind this time because she always said she came quicker when she felt me against her ass. She clenched her pussy around my cock as I fucked her. I could hear from her sounds that she was almost there. Her hand went to her clit from underneath and I gave it to her as hard as she asked for it. She came with a sound as close to a scream as I had ever heard from her and I let go with more jets of cum than I thought I had left. She held me tight for a long while. Mom & Jeff & Dee & Me We made softer easier love for the rest of the night between talking about how we would handle the situation. As it turned out it wasn't as difficult as we'd feared. The situation as it stands today is that Jeff and Diane are living together. The divorce is being processed and mom and I are with each other, for each other, and happy. Mom & Mary Jenny was in her room reading in bed. At forty, she was still a beautiful woman. Divorced for almost ten years, she had raised her daughter by herself, and it was her daughter that now broke her concentration from her book. She dropped her book in her lap and cocked her head, listened to strange noises coming from down the hall. Jen put her book down on the night stand and walked down the hall to her daughter's bedroom door, but stopped as she realized what the noises were—Mary was masturbating. Jen peeked through the door and stood quietly in her nightshirt, watching her daughter move her hand frantically between her legs as she whined and pleaded for her own orgasm. Jenny sighed and cleared her throat loudly, giving her young daughter a chance to recover before entering her room. Mary flipped over quickly in her bed and pulled the covers up, obviously embarrassed at having "almost" been caught. Jen walked in and sat at the edge of her daughter's bed. Mary was a "Mini-Jen", with long blond hair like her mothers, and the same beautiful blue eyes. Her breasts, still growing, were already a 34B, and would one day match her mom's 36D. "Trouble sleeping, dear?" asked Mom casually. "Um, yeah." "Come to my room for a minute," she replied, and walked out. Mary wiped her wet fingers off on her sheets and walked down to her mom's room in her t-shirt. Her small pert breasts pushed her hard nipples through the light material, the same way her mom's did. She walked in and found her mom sitting up against the headboard playing with the TV remote. Mary walked in and sat on the bed, but Jen patted the spot next to her, so Mary scotched over and sat next to her mom, propping the pillow behind her. It was a Friday night, and already almost midnight. Mary, although eighteen, rarely dated because she worked two jobs to help her mom pay the bills. Without a dad in the picture, finances were a bit tight each month. "You know, it's okay to masturbate," said Jen quietly to her daughter. "Mom!" exclaimed Mary, mortified. "Seriously. I do almost every night myself. It helps me sleep. Sometimes more than once," she said with an evil smile. Mary was beet-red. Jen reached out and squeezed her hand. "Look, dear—we're two adult women living in this house together, and I think it's about time you became more comfortable living in your own home. If you need to get yourself off before you go to sleep, it's okay. I don't want you to feel like you have to sneak." Mary shook her head, and dropped her face into her hands. "Oh my God," she said quietly, still too humiliated to look at her mom. Jen pressed the play button on the remote and a porno movie came on. It was a solo act of a woman masturbating with a vibe, and she was very loud as she tried to get herself off. "Mom! You watch porn?!" exclaimed her very shocked daughter. "Oh, please." Said Jen. "Like you never do. I want you to learn to be comfortable in this house. It's your house, too, and you are too old to act like you don't need to cum. And quite frankly, I'm tired of sneaking around just as much as you are." She pulled her nightstand drawer open and pulled out a small white vibrator. "Do you use your fingers or a vibe?" she asked nonchalantly. Mary was too stunned to speak. "Well?" "I don't have anything. Just fingers," she said sheepishly. Jen turned up the sound and slid down in her bed, getting more comfortable. "Relax. Watch TV for a little while. I never get through this video without cumming," she said. Mary was too stunned to reply. Her mom and never talked to her about her own sexual practices. Their only "talk" had been the birds and bees about 6 years earlier. Nevertheless, Mary slip down in mom's bed and watched the screen. The woman was now fingering her asshole and pumping her pussy with a large vibrating black rubber cock. "God," said Mary quietly. "I know. It gets me so wet," said Jen quietly. "Let me show you how to use this. You will cum so much harder than with your fingers. First, you wet it with your mouth," she said, as she slid it into and out of her mouth like she was sucking a cock. "Then, you open your legs..." she said as you lowered her comforter and spread her legs wide, with her knees bent. She pulled up her nightshirt and showed her daughter her just shaved cunt. "Pull your lips open a little like this," she said quietly, now almost talking to herself as she got into the zone. She used two fingers to open her pussy lips. "Then turn it on and hold the wet tip right here..." she twisted the small vibe on, and held it so it barely touched her swollen clit. "Oh God!" she said in surprise as she came almost instantly. The act of doing it in front of her daughter had gotten her so excited she shocked herself with an instant orgasm, but kept it there against her clit, and soon began riding a slower wave. Jen wasn't an actual "squirter", but she did get extremely wet. Wet to the point of having been embarrassed on more than one date. She continued using the vibe and forgot everything around her as she started sliding it in and out of her soaked cunt. Mary rolled on her side, very close to her mom, and watched her beautiful mother riding another orgasm. It was incredible. Taboo. Shocking. Outrageous. Wrong. And so fucking hot. She reached over and traced her mom's nipple through the nightshirt without even thinking about it. Mom's breasts were so beautiful. For some reason, she just wanted to see them. She pulled her mother's nightshirt up over her breasts and her mom turned to her, pleading with her, "No....just watch." Mary ignored her and leaned closer, and then shocked them both by sucking her mother's swollen nipple into her mouth. She used her hand to hold it and suckled it like she had almost eighteen years earlier. She sucked harder and harder and she could hear her mother getting ready to cum again. "Oh my God, Mary," she cried. She used her free hand to squeeze her own tit and push it towards her daughter's face. "Suck harder....please...suck it..." she cried, and began cumming again. Mary sucked so hard she left hickies, as both she and her mom squeezed her D-cup breast. Her mom switched to her other tit and held it towards Mary—she didn't have to ask, and mary changed nipples and started sucking again. Jen pushed the vibe deeper and started having huge vaginal contractions, her cream now running down her ass and thighs. She was screaming as loud as the slut on TV and having a multiple orgasm. Mary threw her own leg over her mom's and began humping it. She sucked her mom's tits and rubbed her own wet pussy against her mother's smooth thigh, now lost in her own hunger. After Jen came again, she dropped the vibe and pushed Mary off of her, catching her breath. They locked eyes. It was so wrong. But... Jen climbed on top of her daughter and kissed her. It wasn't like any other kiss in their lives together. Their tongues found each other and they sucked hungrily. They were both murmuring and moaning and grinding against each other's body. Jen broke the kiss and pushed herself up so she was over her daughter's body. "God, you are so beautiful. I'm so sorry, baby. I should never have let this happen...but...I can't help it now..." She slid down her daughter's athletic body, kissing first her hard little nipples and then her flat belly. Past her belly ring, down to the wet pussy that had been shaved recently as well. Like mother, like daughter...two shaved, smooth, wet hungry little cunts. She pushed her daughter's legs wide and buried her face in her daughter's cunt, sucking and licking like a wild woman. She had never done it before—never had any lesbian tendencies whatsoever before, but this was different. She lapped at her daughter's cunt and slid 2 fingers up Mary's wet pussy, and Mary started cumming like a porn star, screaming and bucking against her mom's face. She grabbed her mother's face and pulled her close, fucking against her mom's tongue as she came over and over again. When her mother pushed a finger up her asshole, she squirted allover her mother's face and screamed so loud she might wake the neighbors. Her mom never missed a lick, allowing her daughter's wet mess to shoot all over her face and tongue. She wasn't surprised that her daughter was a squirter, herself having made such wet messes before. When Mary finally collapsed and let go of her mother's head, she was completely exhausted. "Oh my God, Mom. That's the hardest I ever came in my life." She panted. "And I never even got to show you how to use the vibrator," said Jen, wiping the cream off her face. "Next time," said Mary, as she curled up against her mother and fell quickly to sleep. Mom & Mary Ch. 02 Jenny had woken up before Mary after their post-orgasm naps, and she felt overwhelmed with guilt and shame. She had never meant for things to go as far as they did. She dressed quietly and slipped out the front door, almost in tears. Not knowing where to go, she drove out to her casual boyfriend's house. It was his day off and she knew she'd find him home. She and John were really more "fuck-buddies" than actual boyfriend-girlfriend. They dated occasionally, and it always ended in great sex, but they were both very busy with work and were both fine with the arrangement the way it was. She pulled into his driveway and rang his doorbell, not really sure why she had gone there in the first place. He opened the door, surprised to see her. "Jenny! I wasn't expecting you!" he exclaimed. It occurred to her that maybe he had company—they never said they were exclusive. "Is it okay? I mean, I should have called first," she said quietly, suddenly feeling embarrassed. "Of course, come in!" he said with a smile. He was wearing sweatpants and a tank top, and had been working out. He held the door open for her, and she brushed by him, feeling his muscular chest and arms as she slid past him. She really did find him very attractive, and seeing him a little sweaty only added to it. He looked at her face and asked her point blank, "What's wrong?" It suddenly occurred to him that maybe she was there to break up with him. She looked at him and tried to speak, but ended up starting to cry. He hugged her, not sure what else to do, and she hugged him back and said, "I did something terrible." He stepped back and faced her. "What's the matter Jen? What happened?" "I don't even know what to say. God, I can't even tell you. I don't even know why I am came here, I am so sorry." She turned to run but he caught her arm and pulled her back. "Whoa! What's wrong Jenny? What the hell happened?" He put his arm around her shoulder and walked her into his den, and they both sat on the couch next to each other, slightly facing each other. "Tell me, what happened?" "I can't," she whispered. "Of course you can," he said. "Whatever it is, I'll help you. Trust me" This went back and forth for a few moments, until finally she burst out crying. "It's Mary." She said. "What's wrong? Is she okay?" asked John. He was very aware of Jen's beautiful young daughter, and tried his best not to stare at her whenever he was at Jen's house. "I caught her masturbating," she whispered. He laughed. "Oh come on! Geez, you scared me! I thought it was something big! That's no big deal!" he exclaimed. "That's not it, John," she said, and she looked intensely into his eyes. "I walked in on her, and saw her there, and I just watched her for a while. I spied on her." John had that image flash in his brain and felt himself get red-faced. He wanted to say something, but let Jenny keep going. "She was there on her bed, naked, and I could see her fingers going in and out between her legs, and I could see how much she wanted to orgasm. I know she sneaks to do it and I want her to feel comfortable in our house. I made some noise and let her cover up, and then I walked in to talk to her." John could feel his cock twitch in his sweats, but tried to be cool. "Yeah, and?" "I had her come to my room." She stopped talking. "I can't." she said, and started crying. "Jesus, Jen! What's wrong with you?" "I just wanted her to be comfortable in our house, that's all. I showed her my vibrator. I wanted to show her how to use it so she could cum easier, and not have to feel like she was doing anything dirty." "Okay, so you showed her your vibe...what's the big deal?" he asked, but his cock was now getting harder and his mouth was getting dry. Mary was stunning and he could still see her rubbing her own pussy in front of Jen. "Well, I was just going to show her how, that's all." She looked up at him with her beautiful blue eyes. "It should never have happened!" "What happened?" "We started touching. We ended up, you know..." "You and Mary?" his mouth was completely dry. "Yes," she said in a whisper. "I know—it's so wrong. It got completely out of hand. I was just showing her how to use the vibe, and she got so—I don't know..." her voice trailed off, and she felt humiliated. "And?" "She touched me while I was showing her, and then I just couldn't stop. She was sucking my tits—oh gawd, John! My daughter was sucking my tits!" She put her face in her hands. John quickly adjusted his cock while she wasn't looking. "Well..." he stammered, trying to think of something to say. "So she sucked on your tits...not the most terrible thing of the century..." "John, it made me cum so hard! It's so wrong! I started cumming and she was sucking them so hard. She left hickies for God sakes!" "No....really?" he said. "Show me." She unbuttoned her shirt and pulled her bra to the side a bit. Sure enough, her beautiful 36D tits were covered with purple mouth marks. John's cock hardened a bit more. He knew from his own time in bed with Jenny that she loved having her tits sucked hard when she was close to coming. "I see. And then what?" "She ate me. My daughter ate, John. And I came so fucking hard I was on another planet. And then I ate her." She looked at John, looking so ashamed. "She's a squirter, John. I ate her pussy and it was so fucking good, and she squirted all over my face." Jen's hands were shaking. "I don't what came over me. I can't look at her now. I feel like a monster!" She started crying again and John pulled her close. Her hand touched his lap by accident and she felt his cock, hard as a rock. She looked up, somewhat shocked. "John! You're hard! I'm trying to talk to you about something horrible that I did and you are getting turned on!" She looked angry. "This isn't some fucking fantasy—I just had sex with my own daughter!" "I'm sorry baby...it's just...well—look, I bet you're turned on too. Your tits are hard as rocks," he said, reaching for her nipples standing through her shirt. He squeezed them gently. "Oh, God. John, don't..." He stood up and dropped his sweats, his big hard cock now in her face. "I'm sorry baby...I know it's wrong, but fuck, you made me hard as a rock. Mary is fucking gorgeous. Who could say no to her? Suck my cock baby...I need to cum so bad now." Mary looked up at him and understand how bad he needed to come. She could feel his need, just like her own, starting to come back. She reached out and wrapped her warm hand around his hard shaft, and slowly started to stroke him up and down. "Like this, John?" she said, listening to his groan. A drop of precum was already dribbling out of the tip. She leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth, slurping it loud with a mouthful of spit. She jerked him off slow and steady as she licked and sucked his cock. When he leaned down and squeezed her tits, she moaned. "Get out of those clothes right now, Jenny," he said as he pulled her top off. "I want to see the tits that Mary was sucking on..." Hearing that made her so wet again. She pulled off her blouse with his help and unsnapped her bra, throwing it across the den. She stood and they both pulled her jeans off. "I'm fucking soaked again, John...oh Gawwwd.....I am so bad..." John pushed her back down on the couch and shoved his cock back into her mouth. He grabbed her head and started fucking her mouth faster. "You ate your lil girl's pussy," he moaned, and shot a huge load into her mouth. "Ohhhhhhh..." he groaned and shot a huge load so hard she was choking and swallowing to keep up. After he came down her throat, he dropped to his knees and pushed her legs wide. "I want to eat that cunt that Mary ate!" he said loudly, and buried his face in her cunt. His fingers pushed up into her wet cunt and pumped her as he licked her hard and fast, the way she liked it, and within seconds, she was grabbing her own nipples and pulling. "Oh God, John! I'm gonna' come!" "Yeah...like when your daughter ate your cunt, you naughty mommy!" He shoved a finger into her ass as he said that, and that put her over the edge. She started coming so hard she was screaming. He continued to pump her asshole and cunt with his fingers as he sucked and licked her gushing cunt. By the time she was finished coming all over his face, he was hard again, and buried his cock in her pussy, pounding her as hard as he could. They fucked for a long time, until they both came again, this time together. When they finished, Jen looked up at her lover. "I'm so bad, John. What am I going to do?" "We are going to go home and talk to Mary," he said with an evil grin as he pulled out of her wet cunt and let his cum run out of her gaping snatch down her asshole... Mom & Me I had gotten home from college about a week ago. I was away from my girlfriend and was feeling really horny. I had been looking around town for something to wet my pole in, but came up shy. My mom had been working out of home for about the past year because of tax reasons. I was sitting in the chair watching some football program when I noticed mom walk on down the stairs in a black teddy that covered about down to the bottom of her ample cheeks. My mom is 53, about 5'4" with C cup breasts and weighing in around 140. She had a little more cushion on her, but I had no problem with that. I still found her attractive since the first day I had gotten to see her nice breasts as she was leaving the bathroom when I was 18. I watched her as she walked into the kitchen and looked around. She went to the cabinets and bent over, I think she knew that I was watching because she stuck her ass in the air and wiggled it around a little bit. She was looking under the sink for something but I had no idea what. She stood up and turned around only to catch my eyes on her crotch. I looked up and looked her in the eyes and blushed a little bit. She looked at me and gave me a sly little grin. She came into the living room and asked what it was I was looking at. I told her that I was not looking at anything. She looked at me and shook her head. She went upstairs and I decided to follow her up and go to my room to fantasize about my mom. I walked up behind her and could smell her perfume on and could swear I could smell her pussy. I had a huge hard-on by now as I walked behind her and just admired her lovely ass. When we got to the top of the stairs she turned to go to her room and I to mine, She stopped in her doorway and turned around. "Oh Chris, do you think you could help me with something in here?" She asked me in a little girl tone. "Of course, anything for such a beautiful woman" I replied, she started to blush. I followed her into her room and she closed the door behind me. "What do you want me to do?" I asked. "Could you help me with these?" I turned around and saw her standing there cupping her breasts. I walked up to her and grabbed one of her nipples in my mouth and the other with my fingers. I began to play with both of them and could her begin to moan. I pulled her close to me and kissed her passionately. My hands found their way down to her beautiful ass. I squeezed the cheeks a few times then lifted up her teddy and spanked them. My fingers began to find their way to her moist spot and I started to play with her pussy lips from behind. She was moaning and biting my lip, as we still kissed. I brought her to the bed and laid her down. I removed he teddy and stared at her, taking in this beautiful woman that is my mother. Her hands found my zipper and she quickly undid my pants. She pulled them down and tugged my shirt off. There I was, naked with my mom on my parent's bed, about to fuck the shit out of my own mom. She began to stroke my 6 inch member. I was rock hard by now and wanted to stick my dick in somewhere warm. I positioned my dick at the opening of my mom's pussy and in one thrust, I was completely inside her as she moaned and gasped for air. I slowly started to rhythmically move my hips and push my member in all the way every time and almost removing it completely. She was whimpering as I picked up the pace, every thrust becoming harder. I was in such a rhythm that I came out a little far at one point and accidentally shoved it up her tight puckered asshole. She screamed in pain, but I did not remove my dick from her hole. I told her to relax and that she would enjoy it. I started to loosen her asshole as I fucked her harder than I was her pussy. While I was fucking her in the ass, I used my finger to play with her clit. She began to moan and shake as she had her first of many orgasms. I was pumping so hard at one point that I thought I was going to hurt her, then my sack tightened up and I could feel myself explode in the depths of her tight anus. I flopped on top of her and let my dick soften in her ass. She looked at me kissed me and told me that she had never had that much fun in bed before. We laid in bed for a little while and spooned, until I was hard again, which did not take long, and then we had another intense fuck session which ended up with me unloading all over her face. Mom and Me Ever since my dad divorced her when I was ten, I had grown closer to my mom. We spent a lot of time together, shopping, cooking, vacationing. I guess I became the friend my dad never was. Mom even taught me the birds and the bees, and I found myself better prepared when I started puberty. But preparation could only do so much for me, just two years later, I found myself becoming a man. I masturbated for the first time in my bedroom, fantasizing about a girl in my class at school, and was very surprised to find hot, sticky cream covering my hands and the blankets. I realized it was cum, remembering what my mother had taught me about my body. I rubbed it into my stomach and chest, not really understanding yet what had happened, but wanting more. I soon found myself in a jerk-off frenzy. Two, three, five, ten times a day. I couldn't stop myself. Imagination wore out as a means to satisfy myself. I began to search through everything for stimulating pictures: National Geographics, the lingerie section of department store catalogs, even pictures of gorgeous actresses from TV guide that I would trace and redraw naked. I would have killed for a playboy, but they were simply not to be gotten at the time, especially not in mom's house. Later that month, as I was rooting around in the hallway closet, I found several pictures of my mother. Not just any old pictures, mind you, but shots of her all dolled up in lingerie and laying on her bed in very seductive poses. Nothing slutty, and no nudity, just incredibly sexy shots of my mom. I wondered why mom still had the photos. My active imagination conjured up the idea that she had left them there for me to find. Maybe she was trying to show me more about women! In my hormone-saturated brain, I even played with the idea that mom would teach me personally how lovemaking worked. I've got to let you know what my mom looks like before I go on. She's 5'10", about 135 lbs, with long brown hair that has a definite reddish tinge to it. Her eyes are a light green, almost hazel. Her body shapes out to 38D-24-38 - she has some awesome hips on her, not to mention a pretty ass, not perfectly curved, but very mature and womanly. Her tits were something I almost couldn't get my eyes off of. I took those photos into the bathroom, my stroke-base of choice in the house. I peeled off my shorts and underwear, sat on the toilet lid, and proceeded to whack off with renewed intensity. I must have cum at least four times before I came out of the bathroom, and my cock throbbed for the rest of the day from the beating I gave it. Fortunately, mom didn't come home from work until a half-hour later, or else I would have had a tough time explaining all my time in the john. But my lifelong infatuation with my mom had begun. Later that summer, I was in my bedroom, when I looked out the window and saw my mom and the next-door neighbor sunbathing on the grass between our houses. Both were dolled up in tiny bikinis. Genna was skinny, around her mid-thirties, with a nice dark tan and long brown hair like mom. But mom, in her dark red bikini, stole the show. Her huge melons were nearly bursting from her straining bikini top, and they shined with the tanning oil slathered all over them. My cock sprung to life and I stroked right there, on my bed, behind my curtains, peeking out with my free hand at the delicious female flesh in view. I spent most of the next seven years fantasizing over mom in various ways - I wrote stories that I kept hidden under the carpet in my bedroom, I clipped pictures from tons of fuck-books my buddies and I collected - I saved all the pics where a model even remotely resembled my mom. These I taped into a slowly growing personal porno mag, which I wrote in, trying to give it the look of a real skin mag. I lost track of all the times I dreamed of fucking mom. I dreamed of fucking her even more than the girls at school, the cute teachers at school, even the hottest models or porn queens. But through it all mom and I continued to grow in our relationship. I spent more time with her than my friends in my senior year in high school. But I was certain to never let her know my utter and total lust for her. I graduated and mom got a new job. We moved to California and mom bought a really nice house - her new job as lab scientist at a chemical plant paid through the nose for her talents. I decided to take a year of before going to college. In reality, I didn't want to be away from mom. I was infatuated with her. Luckily, mom had no problem with my idea, and she even said that a year off was a good idea - it would give me time to plan my future. It was a fall night when the first event happened that changed my relationship with mom. It was pretty late, maybe 1:30 am, when I went into the kitchen to get a drink. I had on loose red shorts and nothing else. In the other direction down the hall, I saw the light still on in mom's room. Sometimes she had problems sleeping at night, so she was probably checking out the late show, or watching a video. After I got my drink, I decided to check on her. Padding up to her room, I could better hear the tv, which was turned down - she probably didn't want to wake me. But as I reached her door, I recognized the sounds - the cheezy soundtrack and grunts and moans of a porno flick. I first saw the tv, and sure enough, some stud was plowing a stacked blonde doggy-style while the blonde ate out a petite redhead. That was shocking enough, but looking over at mom almost made me wig out completely. She was sitting back against her pillows, wearing a gray sweatshirt, but her sweatpants were down at her ankles. I could hear and see a thin white vibrator in her right hand, and I watched awestruck as she pressed it through her thick bush onto her clit, then down and through her pussy lips. I heard her moan softly then, and slightly arch her back, grinding her hips in a lazy circular motion. The light from the TV reflected off of the wet vibrator when she pulled it out of her pussy. The electric thrill that went through me on seeing this scene was almost as powerful as the one that next shot through me when mom turned and saw me. Her mouth just stayed partially open, and I tried to stutter out some words, but nothing intelligent came out. So I turned and went back to my room, feeling the heat from my blushing face. I closed the door and crawled into bed, wanting to die. Mom saw me! I was a goner for sure. I knew that she'd have me out of the house in the morning. I was so lost in my own thoughts of doom that I never noticed my mom open the door. I noticed when she turned on the light, though. I started and turned over. She was still wearing only the sweatshirt, which was just low enough to cover her bush, tantalizing me with her thighs and hips, and incredibly long, strong legs. "Rick," she started to say. "Mom, I'm sorry," I blurted, rolling over again. I still had an incredible boner, and it was showing through the blankets. I felt her hand on my naked shoulder, though, and she made me face her again. "You didn't do anything wrong, honey," she told me. "You just caught me at a bad time." She smiled slightly at this. "No, I really should have let you know I was coming. I'm really sorry." I couldn't have been any sorrier at that point, but the image of her masturbating wouldn't leave my mind. "Honey, it's okay. I'm a grown woman, and you..." she looked me up and down, "you're a grown man, for certain now! I'm also lonely. Does it shock you that I masturbate?" I couldn't believe she was having this conversation with me, but when I thought about it, it made sense. We were each other's best friend. And then the seeds of arousal sprouted in me, and I found myself letting go of some of my inhibitions. What would happen next, I had no idea, but I couldn't stop myself. "No, mom, it doesn't shock me. But what were you watching? And where did you get that vibrator?" Mom smiled and paused for a moment, looking at me like I should have known the answer. And I should have. "Well, Rick, I just took a video from your own collection." Oh my god! I must have turned pure white after that. But mom gave me no time to reply. "Honey, do you think I've been blind to your 'collections' all this time? I'm the mother of a normal teenage boy... of course I knew you'd have some stuff like that. I just never expected to find it. A few years ago, I found it while cleaning the windows. I knocked over some of your books, and there they were. And they're very good, too. You have good taste." She gave me a saucy smile. "Mom, stop!" I couldn't believe this! "Hush, Ricky. They're very useful, and you know it, too. No use trying to act innocent in front of me! I've been aroud for a lot longer than you, you know. I'll bet you didn't know that I posed for some magazines when you were eleven?" What? Mom in fuck-books? My head was spinning... "No, mom." "I have them in my room still... I think it's time that you saw them." "Mom, I don't think I should..." I stammered. But inside I was boiling with lust. I was going to see my mom in a porno mag! "Honey, can you help me? They're up in the bedroom closet..." "I leaped up from my bed, then thought better and slowed down a bit. Entering my mom's bedroom hesitantly, I saw her straining upwards, reaching for something on the top shelf of her closet. The sweatshirt came up with her arms, and the full glory of her tightened ass and long legs was exposed to me. It was better than I had ever imagined! She still had some tan lines from summer, and I gawked at her lower body until she turned around, showing me again her thick but slightly trimmed pubic hair. She noticed me staring, started to pull her sweatshirt down, then chuckled. "Well, I guess it doesn't really matter, if I'm going to show you my nude shots. Can you get that box down for me Ricky?" I was melting. Her voice was more beautiful than it had ever been before. I think I'd have done anything she asked at that moment, but I reached up and got the box down. It was marked 'mementos' on the top. I put it on the bed and she had me sit down next to her. She opened the box and right on top was a skin mag I had many recent issues of, but I saw the date was over ten years ago. Not to mention mom was on the cover in a very seductive pose, with her incredible breasts pushed together... "I was 33 when I posed for this," she said, taking the mag out and handing it to me. "It wasn't long after your father divorced me, and we were so short on money. One of my old friends was a photographer, and he told me I was a born model. Now when he told me he wanted me to pose nude, I laughed, but when he told me after that how much I'd be paid, how could I refuse?" I heard every word she said, but my eyes were glued to the magazine pages. I found her photo spread and my mouth hung open. My god, she is so beautiful, I thought as my cock throbbed wildly in my shorts. Her ass was a bit tighter, her breasts obviously firmer, and she had a few less wrinkles, but the pictures were no more beautiful than the 43 year-old woman who sat beside me now. We went through every magazine in the box, and by the time we were done, it was like I was in a dream-world. I felt all tingly inside, and my mind was full of my mother's erotic, delicious body. I put the magazines back in the box and started to put them back in the closet. "No, honey," mom said. "You can keep those... if you want them." I tried to stutter out some words, but none came. A knowing, sly look came over mom's face. "Ricky, the videos weren't all I found. After watching some of them, I decided to search your room for other things..." My heart was pounding. Oh my god no, I thought. "I found a scrapbook with lots of cutout pictures... more good taste in women, honey." Mom's eyes were locked with mine. "I also read what you wrote in it... and what you wrote in the stories with it." I almost passed out. Why was she torturing me like this? Why not just get it over with? Then I felt mom take my hand. She looked deep into my eyes. "I came right then when I read your stories, honey. You've been my friend, my best friend for so long, and when I read your stories, it finally dawned on me how you truly felt about me... and I realized I felt... the same way... about you." My emotions did a 180. My head was spinning. And my cock was pounding in my shorts. I wanted to say so many things, but they wouldn't come out. "Mom..." I said in a soft moan. "Oh, baby," she whispered, and we hugged. The thrills that shot through me from our embrace were better than anything I had ever felt before. "You're the most perfect man I've ever known," she said, her breath tickling in my ear, driving me wild. "You've always been here for me, and now... now that you are all grown up... oh god, Ricky... I love you... I... need you..." I finally foud my voice. "I need you too, mom. I love you so much." My hands seemed to work with a mind of their own, rubbing her back at first, then sliding down, beneath her sweatshirt, to palm and squeeze her curvy ass cheeks. I felt her tremble with desire. "Oh baby, yes... momma's wanted you for so long..." She didn't resist when I pulled the soft gray sweatshirt up over her head, finally exposing her long-awaited breasts to me. I just gazed at them for several moments. They were big and full, with dark areolas the size of half-dollars and erect nipples as big as the ends of my pinkies. Only sagging slightly, they were dusted along the tops with many sun-born freckles, which only made them more desireable. "You want to suck them, don't you honey? I can remember when I breast-fed you, how much pleasure it gave me... but this will be a different pleasure. Come here, baby. Let momma take care of you." I moaned in anticipation and desire, and laid across her body, taking one of her breasts in hand, kneading it, caressing it. The sounds mom made drove me on, and I finally rested my head on her and took the fat nipple in my mouth, sucking softly. "Oh yeah, baby, that's it... suck my nipple. Oh god Ricky, you're so good..." I just moaned and kept on sucking, taking her other nipple in my free hand and rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, delighting in feeling her body react to me. Both of us were trembling, and it added to the emotion of the moment. "This is so perfect," she purred, stroking my head, "this was meant to be." My cock by this time could take no more. I moaned loudly, and sat up, taking my cock in my hands, stroking fast and furious. But mom put her hands on mine, and shook her head. "Ricky, let mother take care of that." Then she pushed me back softly until I was only propped up on my elbows. "I've been waiting to do this for SUCH a long time, honey," she said, then took my cock in one hand and leaned over, wrapping her lips around my cockhead. It was incredible. The pleasure just shot through me like lightning. I threw back my head and yelled from the sensations slamming my brain from my mom's sucking. I looked down at her and the full impact of what was happening hit me. This was my mom, my MOTHER, hot, naked, aroused beyond belief, giving me the blowjob of a lifetime. Every fantasy I had ever had about her could not compare to the reality of right now! Mom pulled my cock out of her and looked up at me, but she kept stroking it. Her hair had gotten a little mussed, but it just made her look sexier. Her eyes were smoldering and her pouty lips were wet. "Cum in my mouth, Ricky. Momma wants to taste your hot cum." Then she bent back down and swallowed me whole, which was amazing, considering I'm a good seven and a half inches. Her eyes remained locked on mine as she sucked, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I grabbed her head with both hands, and with a long shout of pure ecstasy, I came in my mother's mouth, thrusting my hips up and pulling her head down. She did her best to contain my jism, but some of it dribbled out, from the corners of her mouth and down her chin. I came and came what felt like a gallon of man juice, but mom swallowed down every bit of it, and licked up what had spurted out of her lips. "Oh god, Ricky, that was good," she panted, her voice husky and erotic. "But now I need you... I really need you... inside me!" With that she climbed up and straddled me, squatting just over my still-hard cock. I could see her pussy lips, glistening wet, poised mere inches over my throbbing rod. Then, with an animalistic moan, she thrust her hips down onto mine, impaling her cunt onto my big fuckstick. "Oh god yes!!!" she screamed, throwing her head back, her long beautiful hair flying. "Fuck me Ricky! Fuck momma hard!!!" I was as aroused as she was, and grabbed her by the hips, thrusting my own upwards at the same time. I felt my cock slam home, sliding deep inside the same woman who gave birth to me, raised me, loved me like no woman ever could. Every thrust made her grunt with pure lust, and made her big breasts bounce and jiggle. It didn't take long for me to reach the point of no return again, and I roared in pure ecstasy as I came inside my mother, feeling her tighten her cunt around my spasming cock, milking every last drop of cum from it, gripping it tightly as if she'd never let go. I finally stopped thrusting and let go fo her hips, exhausted. But mom just leaned forward with that erotic gleam in her eyes and purred out huskily, "I want more, baby... momma wants more of her boy's big cock." With that, she sat back up and begain to grind her hips back and forth, up and down my sensitive boner. I screamed in pleasure, grabbing her ass cheeks, feeling her puckered asshole with my fingertips. Driven beyond any kind of hesitation, I slid a finger inside mom's asshole, and heard her moan long and loud. "That's it Ricky honey... oh god, fingerfuck my asshole baby!!!" I went to town, sliding another finger into her tight bung. She'd definitely never been fucked in the ass, but we would change that... Mom was going wild, bucking and bouncing like a seasoned whore. "Touch me Ricky! Make me cum! Make mommy cum baby!!!" I pulled my fingers out of her asshole and brought both hands to the front of her, the left one going to her breasts, and my right hand seeking out and finding her swollen, wet clit. I immediately went to work on it with my thumb, kneading it like there was no tomorrow while at the same time taking turns pinching her nipples with my other hand. And yet again, I felt my orgasm approaching. But it was mom's turn to explode. A moan of pure sexuality began in her throat and became a scream of absolute orgasmic pleasure. Her cunt tightened on my cock like a vise and that was all it took to make me cum again. We screamed in pleasure together, cumming as one, now joined by more than just our incredible mother-son bond of love. When it finally ended and the seething emotions had quieted, mom laid down on my chest, my softening cock still inside her dripping pussy. She slowly ran her fingers through my hair, kissing my forehead gently. I stroked her back lightly, still amazed at what had just taken place. Mom seemed to realize what was on my mind, and she smiled. "Don't worry, baby... this is just the beginning. You'll sleep in here with me from now on... I have so much planned for us." All I could do was groan in pleasure and wonder what tomorrow would bring. Mom and Me My name is James and I am sitting here typing in the dark. It is three am and again I can't sleep. I am trying to get things straight in my head, all the things that happened to me in the last year. If I can get them straight, understand them, I think I can end the torment that is, I fear, driving me insane. I look at the little brown bottle on the floor beside my bed. It is my motivation. I was in my teens living at home with my mom. I was in high school. My dad had died in an accident at work two years before. I didn't have any brothers or sisters. Mom had held me at the hospital when dad died and told me I was the man in the family now. I stopped crying and watched my mom crying and I told her I would take care of her. She clutched me to her and I remember thinking how very much I loved her. One night in summer mom and I were sitting out in the screen porch listening to the crickets and watching the stars and the moon. All the lights were off so that we could see in the dark. Mom had a sad far away look in her eyes. I asked her "mom do you miss dad." She looked at me and sighed. "Yes Jimmy. I miss him very much." "What do you miss about him." I miss the way he used to hold me in his arms when we went to bed and the house was quiet. I miss his hugs and his kisses. I miss the long walks we took in the evening watching the sunset." I rose from my chair and went to her. I leaned down and hugged her and gave her a kiss on the mouth. I told her "I love you mom and any time you want a hug or a kiss you can come to me." she looked me in the eyes and I could see her tears and she said "I love you too honey, and I will." she kissed me and pulled me to her. I could feel her breasts through her thin summer dress. Her nipples were hard and I felt them. Without knowing why my penis started getting hard. Mom could feel it against her stomach and she sighed again. She kissed me again and lingered with her lips against mine. I could feel her warm breath in my mouth and against my face. When she pulled back I stepped back confused and a little embarrassed. "I...I better go to bed mom." I turned and walked to the door. "Good night honey." Her voice sounded different lower like she was out of breath. I went up to my room, undressed and got into bed. Why had my penis grown hard when mom kissed me and I felt her nipples and her breasts against my chest. I couldn't sleep. I lay awake thinking about mom and my penis got hard again. Why was this happening. After a while I heard mom in her room and then in the bathroom. The door to my room opened and I could see mom in her nightgown. The light from the streetlight coming through the hall window was behind her and I could see the shape of her body through her nightgown. As she stood there my penis stiffened until it stood straight up pushing the sheet. Mom walked toward me and sat on the edge of my bed. My eyes were closed. I felt her pull the sheet down off me. Her hand untied my pajamas and freed my penis. Her had gripped it lightly and I felt her mouth around the head sucking, and her tongue licking. I shuddered. It felt so good, like nothing I had ever felt before. She lowered her mouth until the head touched the back of her throat. Slowly she moved her mouth up and down licking and sucking me. "Oh" escaped my lips. Mom pulled off me and said "relax Jimmy I need this and it will feel so good to you." her mouth returned and she continued to suck and lick me. I felt her hand gently grasp my balls and roll them between her fingers. It all felt so wonderful it almost hurt. "Oh mom" I cried as my penis exploded in her mouth. She sucked and sucked it and I could hear her swallow. My penis still stood erect and mom rose. She lifted her nightgown over her head and let it fall to the floor. She climbed on top of me and lowered herself down until my penis felt like it was gripped in a warm wet glove. I could feel her squeeze it. She started lifting up and sitting down over and over and it felt so good just like she said it would. Mom moved faster and faster. Sweat was flying from her face and breasts raining down on me. Finally she shrieked and I felt her squeeze me again and again and I exploded again inside her. Mom slumped down on top of me. We were both sweating and our slippery skin slid against one another. After a few minutes mom rolled off my and snuggled up to my side. She kissed my cheek and then my mouth. "Thank you baby that was wonderful. Did you like it." "Yes mom it felt wonderful. Nothing ever felt that good." "I am glad you liked it honey. It has been so long since I made love to anyone I was going crazy. Thank you for caring about me and wanting to make me happy." she kissed me again and we lay quietly until we fell asleep. After that first night mom came into my room every night and we made love. It never felt wrong. We loved each other. Mom told me we could never let anyone know what we did and why. I promised I would never tell anyone. Before the summer was over mom and I were making love three or four times a day. She stopped wearing underwear and made me stop too. It was easier that way to slip into her in the kitchen or at night on the porch. In the bathroom each morning she had me bathe her. She started calling me her love toy which I found I liked. One rainy day two weeks before school started I was reading on the porch mom called out to me. I went into the living room and she was sitting on the sofa. She said "kneel in front of me." I did. She said "unbutton my skirt." happily I did as she asked. "Put your face between my legs and lick my slit." I was surprised. I had never done this before. "Do it," she said in a stern voice. I did as she asked and placing my mouth against her slit I started to lick it. She moaned and put her hands on the back of my head and pushed my face into her open slit. She bucked her hips running her slit from my chin to my forehead. "Stick out your tongue. Get it deep inside me. Lick me boy." Mom had never spoken to me so harshly. Had I done something to make her angry. I tried to pull my face back to ask her what I had done. How I had made her angry. "Don't you dare stop." she pulled my face hard against her. When she finally gasped and I felt her warm fluid fill my mouth she pushed me away. I looked up at her and touched her leg. She slapped my hand away. "Mom what's wrong did I do something to make you angry." She opened her eyes and looked down at me. "Jimmy we can't make love anymore." why mom I thought you liked it, and I like it. Why can't we make love to each other anymore." "Because it is wrong for a mother and son to do that." "But mom I thought you loved me and wanted to make love to me." "Jimmy I know you don't understand this but what we have been doing is wrong and it stops now. What you just did, licking me I will permit but you will never put your penis inside me again. If I want that I will find another man to do it with." "I don't want to lick you mom I want to make love to you." "Don't argue with me Jimmy you will do what you are told. Now go to your room." I ran crying to my room. What had happened why was mom so mad at me. I lay there all afternoon and into the evening. Mom never came to see me. I cried myself to sleep. In the morning I went into the bathroom. When I returned to get dressed mom was sitting on the edge of my bed in her robe. "Kneel in front of me Jimmy." "No mom I don't want to do that." "As long as you live in this house you will do what ever I tell you to do. Now kneel in front of me and lick me." "I won't." She rose and walked to me. She reached up to my head with both hands. I thought she was going to kiss me. She grabbed my ears between her fingers and pulled down. It really hurt. She pulled harder till my knees buckled. She pulled open her robe and thrust her slit against my mouth. I wouldn't do it. She was being so mean. She rubbed her slit against me so hard I couldn't breath. My mouth gasped open for air but she pushed in harder to cover it. I refused to lick her and she refused to back off. My head was light. I felt dizzy. I awoke on the floor of my room. Mom was gone. I got dressed and went to look for her. She was not in the house. I went out and walked up town trying to find her. I thought about what had happened but I didn't understand it. Three hours later I returned home. Mom was sitting in the living room talking to Marie Davis, a young widow who lived two blocks away. Marie was very pretty. She was mom's best friend in town. Mom turned to me and said "come in here Jimmy. I want to talk to you." I went in and stood in front of mom. "I told Marie what we have been doing and how guilty I feel for doing it. It was wrong. It was dirty and it has to stop. I want you to lick me whenever I want and I don't want you to fight it. I also know you need to have sex with someone. After all we did this summer I can't expect you to quit so I asked Marie to have sex with you so you can get some satisfaction. From now on you will do as I say and if you satisfy me I will let you go over to see Marie as a reward and she will let you have sex with her. Does that satisfy you." I looked at her in terror. This was not my mom. How could she tell someone else what we did together in love. How could she pick someone to have sex with. I didn't want to have sex with this woman or anyone else. I couldn't speak. What could I say. Well Jimmy, I want an answer. Will this satisfy your lust for sex. "I don't want to have sex with her," I screamed. "Marie'" mom shouted. Marie jumped up from her chair behind me and grabbed my arms. Mom rose and came to me with a rope in her hands. She went behind me and tied my hands. I struggled to get free but Marie was bigger than me. When my hands were tied I screamed at mom to stop this to untie me. She slapped me hard across the face and told me to shut up. Marie unfastened my jeans and pulled them down. Marie laughed when she saw I wore no underpants. Marie grasped my penis and started to stroke it. I backed away and started to run, but mom tripped me and I crashed to the floor. Marie sat down on my shoulders. Mom stuffed something into my mouth that was moist and smelled like a woman smells, but it wasn't my mom's smell. It must have been Marie's panties. "Don't fight this Jimmy. You know you want it. Just do what we tell you and you will see I know what is best for you." I started to struggle again and Marie started to spank my upturned ass. "Lay still little boy. Don't make me hurt you," Marie said with a giggle. Mom left the room. She came back and showed me a belt. "If you don't stop fighting us I am going to whip your ass," mom said. I heard a whoosh and felt a horrible sting on my ass. Again and again she whipped my ass. I started to cry and choke but she never let up. She kept whipping me. When I finally collapsed Marie got off me and the two women lifted me and rolled me over. My arm's ached and my butt was on fire. Marie started to stroke my penis up and down. It started to rise. Mom removed her dress and stood looking down at me smiling. "You are going to love this Jimmy. You will see. Just remember, don't ever disobey me or I will whip you again." when my penis was hard Marie sat down on it and started to move up and down. "He's pretty big for such a little boy," Marie said. Mom straddled my head and lowered her slit to my mouth. "You had better start licking me Jimmy. I want you to make me come four times and your not getting up until you do. I licked my mother and she moaned. Marie leaned toward her and kissed mom's breast. Mom kissed her as she touched her breasts. Both women kept moving on me till Marie gasped and squeezed me again and again. I came inside her as I licked my mother. I was crying the whole time. Marie got off me and took my penis into her mouth. I heard a squishing sound and felt something pushing into my butt. It was her finger and it hurt like hell. I screamed into my mom's open slit and both women laughed at me. Mom came again and again. She would lift off me from time to time so that I could gasp in some air. Marie kept torturing my ass with one then two and finally three fingers. Marie said "if I get him stretched enough I can get a strap on dildo and fuck his ass next time." mom laughed and said Jimmy don't worry she is only teasing you. You know we would never do anything to hurt you." Not hurt me. What the fuck did she think she had been doing to me for the last couple hours. When mom had her last orgasm, I don't know how many she rose and took Marie into her arms and kissed her. Marie got dressed and mom walked her to the door. "Don't worry Marie. He will calm down and do what we tell him to do, and we can have all the sex we want whenever we want. We will all have such fun together. Marie left and mom came in and untied me. She gently kissed my lips and said, "I love you Jimmy, and I know what is best for all of us. I need you and Marie has had no one to satisfy her for a long time. We will both take care of you and you will come to love it." she kissed me again. She left me there and went upstairs. I slept on the floor after crying myself to sleep. I awoke before dawn stiff and sore. My ass inside and out hurt like hell. I went upstairs and washed at the sink. I didn't want the shower to wake her up. My face and genitals were crusty from the two women. When I was clean I went to my room and got dressed. When I was ready I went down stairs and ate a bowl of cereal. I wrote a note for mom and left it on the table. I got my bike out of the garage and rode over to Maries. It was just getting light when I arrived. I rang her door bell several times before I saw a light come on inside. Marie opened the door dressed in a robe. "Jimmy what are you doing here so early. You want more sex so soon. It's awfully early but come in. You can give me a bath and then we can have some fun. She smiled sweetly at me. I hit her so hard on the nose I felt and heard bones crack. Blood was everywhere. I hit her in the eye and in the mouth. She collapsed on the floor. I pulled open her robe and saw her slit between her legs. She moaned as she returned to consciousness. I kicked her as hard as I could in her slit three times. She screamed and passed out. I took the belt from her robe and tied her hands behind her. When she woke up I was standing looking down on her. "That was for raping me you dirty bitch. I am going to the police and telling them how you and mom raped me." Jimmy we didn't rape you. We were just having fun. Don't tell the police. If you don't want to have sex I won't bother you again. Let me go and I will call your mom. I am so sorry if we hurt you. We didn't mean to. We were just trying to get you used to having sex with both of us so that we could all have fun together." "I had more fun doing what I just did than when you raped me yesterday. Was it fun for you too." "No it hurt like hell. I think you broke my nose damn it." "How do you think I felt to learn that my mom didn't love me and had fun torturing me." "Your wrong. Your mother loves you very much. She felt so guilty doing what she had done. She took a big risk telling me about it. if she didn't love you why did she ask me to have sex with you. She couldn't do it anymore but she cared enough about you to ask me to satisfy you." "Why would she think I would want to have sex with you. Your mean nothing to me. I don't love you. I thought she was making love to me. That is what she said she was doing when she started and every time we were together. Now I know she was lying. She wasn't making love to me she was using me. After what she did to me I know now she has never loved me. I won't tell the police, but I want you to tell her she should get a dog. She can teach a dog to lick her and even if she kicks him he will still crawl back and lick her some more." "You don't mean that Jimmy. Untie me and let me call her. Let her explain it to you. She loves you very much." "I will never believe anything any woman ever tells me again. As for her I never want to see her again. Tell her I don't plan on living much longer, that should give you both a good laugh." Marie sobbed, "oh Jimmy your wrong don't do anything to hurt yourself." "There is nothing I could do to hurt myself as much as she hurt me yesterday." I walked out of her house to the sound of her crying. I went across the street and hid behind some bushes with my bike. An hour later mom drove into Marie's driveway and she ran up to the door. When she rang the bell Marie must have called to her because she went inside. I guess she found my farewell note. It had said 'Mother, I am leaving. I have thought all my life that you loved me. When dad died the thought of your love kept me from going crazy. I believed you when you said we were making love to each other. I thought you loved me and I was happy to show you I loved you too in any way that made you happy. Yesterday you proved that you had been lying to me. I guess you had always been lying to me about everything. You proved that you had never loved me. I never want to see you again. Don't bother looking for me. I am going far away from you forever. Knowing you don't love me has broken my heart. If I am strong enough to do it I will end my life soon, but I will do it far away from you.' I walked my bike down the block and rode into town. When the bank opened I took out the money from dad's insurance that we set aside for college. I went to the bus depot and there was a bus heading east for Santa Fe leaving in ten minutes. I bought a ticket. As the bus pulled out of town I thought that I would change busses twice headed for different cities going east and then hitch hike north so that I would leave no trail to follow. I ended up in Chicago. I got a room in a cheap hotel and found a job at MacDonalds. It's not exactly the life I had planned but I can't get much without a high school diploma. I finished writing this and looked again at the little brown bottle. Not today. I wouldn't drink it today. I had to start work in a couple of hours so I saved this and shut down my computer. I grabbed my towel and walked down the hall to the bathroom to take a shower. Mom and Me Mom and I were sharing a motel room a hundred miles away from home. We had fled an approaching hurricane and so had apparently many other people since we ended up having share a bed. I was twenty one by then and Mom was thirty nine. I was her only child born out of wedlock but my already married father had provided us with a nice living. Mom owned the house we lived in. He had also financed her college degree and was financing mine. I was going to be a senior in the fall. Mom was an elementary teacher. She was short, maybe five-two and a blonde energizer bunny. Her tits were nearly too big for her and on her slim build looked even bigger. She had dated at times and I assumed she got laid at times but I knew most of her fucks over the years had been with Dad. Those had diminished, Dad was now fifty three and running a big company. I had never met him. I could hear Mom masturbating often. Apparently I looked like Dad, tall and slim. I had several fuck buddies at school since my senior year in high school the longest lasting of which was the mother of my first girlfriend. She was tall and slim with small tits but she liked to fuck and she really liked to fuck me. Even though she was Mom's age fucking Mom had never crossed my mind, until our first night in the motel. Mom and I normally slept nude. We had caught glimpses of each other at time but we had not made much note of it. That first night I went to bed with boxer shorts and Mom wore a t-shirt. We were in a standard bed and did not need to touch but never tried to stay away from each other. We spooned from the beginning. I actually did doze off but awoke when I heard the toilet flush. As soon as Mom got back in bed I cuddled to her again. She was nude. I got an erection. I got up and went to the bathroom and masturbated. I was still a bit addled when I went back to bed and did so still nude. The following morning I awoke as Mom was pressing her ass against my erection, she was masturbating. I kissed her shoulder and caressed her hip and after a short pause she resumed masturbating. Soon she was enjoying a full body orgasm. I hugged her to me and my hand ended up covering a tit. Mom sighed but did not move my hand. She moved a knee up allowing my cock to slide between her thighs then she clamped down on it. She wanted me to masturbate on her. I began to do just that and was quickly spreading cum to the bed in front of her. She changed the angle a bit then moaned as I emptied my self. I caressed her as I kissed her until she said," We need a shower." When we got up I saw some of my cum had landed on her pubic mound and some on her pussy lips. We brushed our teeth and showered together but made no sexual overtures on each other. We talked about breakfast and decided on DQ since we would not need to drive. We became used to seeing the other naked. We were already used to kissing on the lips but those kisses became softer and longer. Breakfast was good even though it was unlikely it was good for us. Mom decided she wanted to find a flea market that was somewhere nearby and I found it without too much trouble. We spent all morning there and ate lunch at the same location. We were hot and sweaty when we got back to the motel so we took another shower. Before that on was over I had an erection. Mom smiled and went to our bed, I followed. I got on my back and Mom said, "We need to masturbate before we have a chance to take a nap," and straddled my body. She lay over me with my cock along her pussy lips. She began masturbating herself with my cock as her pussy lips masturbated me. My cock accidentally slid into her pussy once but she immediately put us back as we were. My cum came first and was quickly followed by hers. As we slowed and caught our breath we kissed. It was definitely not the kiss of Mom and Son but there was nothing passionate about the kiss. My cock slid back into her as she began to get up and she paused for a moment before she came from the bathroom with our wet towels. She cleaned herself up then cleaned me. She held my cock in her hand as she cleaned my groin. After we were mostly clean Mom got in bed and I spooned behind her. My hand was over a tit before we dozed off. When we awoke Mom ordered pizza and I put on shorts and a t-shirt and got us beer from the convenience store opposite the DQ. I paid for the pizza as my naked Mom hid in the bathroom and we settled down to watch the news and eat and drink in bed. I was nude by then, Mom had taken my shorts an t-shirt off. We watched TV through the news. We had finished off he pizza and were on our third beer. "You know, you have a bigger cock than your father. His is nice but has become unreliable. I wish he had not accepted the last promotion, the job has made him very tense. I miss those long weekends." She was caressing my cock as she said that. I decided she likely needed it so I put my beer on the nightstand then kissed my way to her tits. She put her beer down and began to run her fingers through my hair. I kissed my way to her pussy and pulled her down until my arms were under her thighs. I found a nicely prominent clit and began to write the lyrics to a song on it with the tip of my tongue. By the time I got to the third chorus she was on her fifth orgasm. She pushed my head away as she panted for breath. I kissed her thighs and her pussy while she recovered and began to kiss my way back to her tits. I rubbed my face on them and gave her nipple love nips. I slid up to her tits as I lay my cock over her pussy lips. She groaned. I began to masturbate us as we had before but her next orgasm made my cock slide into her. I stopped and waited on her. I had not cum yet. She wound her legs over my ass and pushed my cook deep into her. I began to fuck Mom. It was a passionate fuck and a nearly primeval fuck that ended on huge orgasms for each of us. I rolled Mom over me and we waited to catch our breath and be able to kiss. Our first kiss reflected the passion of our fuck. The next two were "I love you" kisses. We fell asleep during the third. Her body was still over mine and my cock was still in her pussy when we awoke maybe an hour later, the TV was still on showing re-runs of Miami vice. Mom and I needed to piss so we went into the bathroom and she peed first then held my cock for me as I did. She held on to it until we were back in bed and as soon as we were spooning she trapped it between her thighs. That was enough to resuscitate my cock. She allowed a soft moan to escape then pushed me onto my back and sank her pussy over my cock. That was long, slow, gentle fuck. The only orgasm she had was when my cock exploded into her. Our kiss was an "I adore you," kiss. She fell asleep as we were for the second time. I fell asleep before my cock withdrew from her pussy. The next morning we fucked, ate breakfast, I ate her pussy, drove to a large plant nursery, got back, showered and fucked. We decided to find a nice place for dinner then we went dancing nearby. We were in bed before midnight and I repeated the previous evening escapade including the genital masturbation before our jungle fuck. That night we slept through to the next morning. We were making love when we saw in the morning news that the hurricane had done minimal damage and all homes now had electrical power. Mom said, "This is our last fuck. We will go home before lunch and return to Mom and Son mode. Fuck me to Helsinki." I did, she was speaking in a strange tongue when she was in mid-orgasm. We cuddled, we kissed then took our shower together. We packed, I checked us out and we were home for lunch. We checked for damage and were happy to see we had not lost power, everything in the freezer was still frozen. Our electric clocks were operating normally. It had apparently flooded half way up our driveway but no higher. I had some tree limbs to collect but none were big enough to have caused damage except for one that had knocked out a window screen. Our home was back to normal before dinner time. We took showers separately then went out for dinner. I took her dancing then home before midnight. I walked into her bedroom nude and she watched me as I slipped into bed with her. I cuddled behind her and she turned the light off. I caressed the tit in my hand as I kissed her neck. She allowed my erection between her thighs. I changed the angle a bit and my cock was parting her pussy lips. She changed her angle and my cock slipped into her pussy. We fucked slowly, gently. She had an orgasm. She pushed me onto my back and slammed her pussy over my cock and immediately tried to fuck me Riga. Our orgasms were gigantic and we again fell asleep as we were. I moved into Mom's bedroom for the rest of the summer. When I went back to school she said we were going back to mother and son mode. Five minutes after I returned for Thanksgiving we were fucking each other to Tranquility Base. We continued our affair for twenty years. We moved from our town to the city and pretended we were married, we had the same last name. No one ever seemed to notice our difference in age until she was sixty. She claimed I had been ill but was better now. I already had gray hair and apparently looked older than she. Teaching junior high kids does that to you. We still fuck on a regular basis. We still adore each other. But we now only think of the other as husband and wife. Mom & Me + Alien Abduction = Incest Human sex had a special fascination for them, the BEMs. This is a true story. I don't expect you to believe it, however. My mother and I were abducted by aliens from outer space. They were not little green men. They were BEMs, Bug Eyed Monsters, though actually they treated us quite humanely. My mom is letting me write this story, since in this genre and on this site, anyone who reads it will naturally think its fiction. But I wanted to tell the real story. Because someday if the Mother-Ship lands on the White House lawn, and they ask about June and Daniel DeLayne, then our story will be available on the Internet and the tale confirmed. Our tale of abduction begins not unlike a number of others, though I cannot substantiate the veracity of any but our own adventure. I had finally finished High School in our small mid-western town and just had turned 18 and I wanted to 'see the West' for my graduation present. My folks would not let me go alone, though I did have use of the family's old car I for the trip. Mom volunteered to accompany me, since dad had to work, but he would then join us on the last leg in two weeks for the drive up the coast of California. I wanted to see the Petrified Forest, the Grand Canyon, Yellowstone geysers, the La Brea Tar Pits, those sorts of geological sites. I was a rock-hound since third grade. I know you might be thinking that we passed Area 57, and that was where we had our encounter of a close kind. But actually we hadn't even gotten out of our home state, but when we finally arrived at where we were held captive, we knew we weren't in Kansas anymore. Though it might have been Los Vegas for all we could tell, but that comes later. Mom and I had started out in the morning, and were switching off driving every two hours. Cruise control makes a big difference on long distance trips. We had a nice picnic lunch and ate dinner at a stop on the thruway. It was just past twilight, and we were soon to be at a motel where we had reservations on line. We never got there. The car seemed to stall in the middle of nowhere, farm fields for miles each way. But with modern communications and the fact that any moment somebody would pass us whom we could flag down, we were not worried. Mom got out of the car; she was the mechanic in our family. I followed her, as much to stretch my legs as for any help I could lend. There was no sound of their ship until it appeared, hovering above us. The only sound there was from the ship was just a low thrumming hum and a light down draft. I looked up at the same time mom did. We both saw the same thing, as we compared notes later. A large round (about the size of a basketball court) silvery UFO From underneath it was round and convex, but I couldn't see if it was saucer shaped with my perspective. There wasn't much time to get a gander at the gizmo as we each blanked out right then. When we came to, we were in a light blue colored room and were being sent through a machine that could have well been an MRI, except it was silent and had a ring big enough for us to fit through together. We were both without a stitch on, side by side, sliding through this huge machine. There were no beings to see, and when the scan [such as it was] finished, we blanked out once more. Next we woke in a room that might have been a small suite in a hotel, one double bed, which we were laying on. It was furnished with dresser, two easy chairs and a sofa, small table with two chairs; plus it had a kitchenette area and a bathroom, no door. In fact, no doors anywhere. No way out or in which was obvious to us. We looked at one another. We were still only in our birthday suits like we were when scanned We turned this way and that sitting on the bed's edge. Both of us felt slightly wobbily, so neither of us immediately stood up we looked at each other once more and said together, the common phrase our family uses when confounded by things we find confusing or frustrating, or when we didn't give a good goddamn. We spoke as one, "WHAAT THUH FUUCK?" I know you are reading for the sex and I will get to that, but my purpose in writing this all down is to convey the whole of our experience. The next part actually explains much of what happens, but not the mechanics nor the technology behind the how. If you want to skip to the sex; scroll down to you see "WHAAT THUH FUUCK?" again. But you won't understand a lot, just the erotic parts. That's okay, but come back to this section after the sex section and you've had a good cum. I think that it helps to give the reader a sense of what we dealt with. It happened toward the end, but I stuck it in early. There was a TV in the place, and it got satellite reception unless the BEMs were piping in a direct feed. This wasn't done until the end. Then this one BEM beamed [he was smiling] out from our television set and had a conversation with me. Mom was relaxing in the tub and missed the original Q & A, but they provided a replay for her, before they sent us back. Not that we had actually left earth, we were still on the planet, but not in their ship it turned out. It was the morning after mom and I had fucked for the first time. She decided she wanted some time alone to think about what had just happened. She ordered a bottle of wine and munchies from 'room-service' and drew a tub to soak in. Privacy, as much as there could be without a door on the privy so to speak was minimal, so I was out of the sight-line of the lavatory, as had become our custom. The TV came to life on its own, the head-shot of a plain looking guy appeared. This was new. I yelled, "Mom! We have contact with 'them', a man just appeared on the TV!" "Tell the bastards I want the hell out of here, but I ain't getting out of the tub at this late date, for no son-of-a-bitch alien!" Mom could be feisty. I didn't blame her for being pissed. But since I had just gotten to make love to her and had just smoked some pot I was in a little more of a mellow mood. The human-looking BEM spoke first. "Danny, congratulations, you have accomplished your goal! Tell your mother that you both will be set free shortly." I did. A string of scatological language, enough to scald the ears off the toughest ET, if they have hearing appendages, emitted from the tiled walls where mom was. "Have you been observing us?" I asked. "Yes, that is a logical conclusion. We have watched your actions with great interest and scrutiny, recording everything scrupulously." "Then you have been watching us screw, in the last few hours." It wasn't a question. "Certainly, that actually was the idea." "Did you realize that we are mother and son, that we have committed incest, which is a taboo -- you're familiar with that word?" "Oh yes we did come to understand your relationship. That made our vigil even more intriguing!" "Why? I mean why us, and why watch us having sex, and why should you care if it was incest?" "Ah. I will explain. It is first a set of scientific experiments that we are running with pairs of humans. Not unlike putting a culture in a petri-dish, but in this case with just two specimens. Or like when humans try to breed animals to produce new strains, or preserve a species, like some zoos do." "But here you are inbreeding, though I doubt that mom's pregnant." "Our motives are of course different. And she is with child, but that is not a concern, it won't come to full term." "I just got done making love to her!" "Nonetheless, with our advanced science, we can tell." "Superior science, eh? "Science is not superior, it is the same if it is a true study of knowledge and understanding of natural laws. But just because one might know more physics, chemistry or biology doesn't negate the real facts that earlier technology discovers. The electron microscope doesn't see different things than an older optical instrument, just sees it better. We have more advanced applications of engineering, but not superior science." "What were your motives for abducting us and holding us for nearly two weeks?" Partly it was like a documentary, and also sort of a reality show for entertainment." "Entertainment?" Their gall flabbergasted me. "Think of it like an art form, like watching a free-form ballet performed." "We had sex, that's what you wanted right? That's why our clothes were taken away. Why there was some kind of aphrodisiac in the food; the generous supply of drinks or even providing marijuana. All that was to get us to fuck, right?" "Think of it like watch human sports, a boxing match, or wrestling. But also it was a sport like dog fights, or cock fights. But in this case, instead of a competition of bodies and a form of combat; it was a contention of wills and striving to have mating. More like the horse races, or roach races are even more apropos." "Roach races?" "Where you put two cockroaches in the middle of the circle, and see which is the first to cross the circumference? They use it in New Jersey to predict the gubernatorial outcome. The insects are right seventy-five percent of the time. And of course, we bet on the results." "You bet? What, on whether I would make it with my mother?" From the tub, mom yelled out, "ASK WHEN WE CAN LEAVE?" "Tell your mom you both will be released in about twenty-four hours." "IN ABOUT A DAY MOM! SO SAYS; What was your name, you weren't polite enough to introduce yourself." "You can call me, Bemet." "BENNETT! I called to mom the thing's name. You don't look like an alien." "Bemet, B E M E T. What you see is an animation for your benefit, produced by sophisticated software, as is the translation and trans-vocalization of my words. My real image would scare the shit out of you. The earth culture had a word for us. BEMs" "Bug Eyed Monsters." And also Extra Terrestrials too, so B E M - E T, Bemet. If I were to appear to you it would give you nightmares for years. My real voice would be terrible to hear, like a cross of fingernails on a blackboard and flatulence, but so loud that it would break your eardrums. So we . . uh, tone it down if you will. That way we can communicate with you. I am what you might think of as your handler." "So we were a dog and pony show, for your amusement?" "I saw the dog position, which one was the pony?" "You damn BEMs bet on us? What, how many times that we would do it, how many positions, how long we went at it? What?" "How long it took you to finally have copulation. The other factors were used as what you would call side bets." "Mom is pregnant?" "We will remove the gamete before releasing you both." "Then what, you breed a race of slaves to serve alien masters, or do you raise us for food?" "YUK! You humans taste awful. We do make copies of the gamete, clones, and encase them in plastic. They sell as souvenirs. This whole thing of observing humans having sex is a craze in our civilization. It's like the Superbowl, Kentucky Derby, and moon landings all rolled in to one. Everybody who can, watches live, or sees the recording. It's Galactic-ly popular! " "Souvenirs, That's inhuman!" "Precisely! But then that's what we are. Do you not have baby chicks at Easter? And you humans eat the meat of the adults. How is what we do so different from throwing away biological waste from abortion clinics or disposing of the millions of strays cats and dogs euthanized at municipal pounds? 'Let he who is without pride of specie's superiority, hurtle the first asteroid.' So our great philosopher, # @ ~ & & % )-( + # * = <> , [which is as good an approximation to the name he screeched/farted out] has said." "So where are we? In the mother-ship?" "No, you are on your own planet, in a secret facility." "Somewhere, in the desert, or under a mountain?" "Nah! We rent this big warehouse in Jersey city. We call it 'Arena 75', in-joke, alien humor. Much easier to hide in plain sight." "How do you knock us out?" "We have a ray that is focused on a certain part of your brain. Like when the doctor shines a light in your eyes, they dilate? It's a reflex. Well, humans have a part of their gray matter, actually that piece is white matter, that when you focus the right sort of sound waves; they're different than ultrasound, but it's still subsonic to you; it does the trick. Like rubbing an alligator's tummy puts it into a trance." "How do you BEMs know so much?" "When we first arrived we stole television sets." "How long have you been here?" "On earth? Since }}{}{{ or 1960 your reckoning." "So the UFO reports were right after all!" "Oh, we have cloaking devices, we don't know who the Blat those other mothershits are." "Mother-ships?" "Mother-shits, like motherfuckers in your language, but much worse." "You're talking to a mother-fucker you know!" "TELL THEM THEY HAVE GREAT WINE!" Mom yelled from her wet haven. It sounded like she was mellowed out now too, the liquor and grass were somehow made extra potent. "What do you put in the food and drink, that made us so horny, and . . uh, inebriated?" "Trade secret. Wouldn't want the whole of humans to be mellow-heads, Prime Directive and all of that!" "That's Star Trek!" "We adopted it in modified form, not a bad idea. Like sex, what a crazy way of propagation! We are trying to see if we might develop sex for our species. Presently we have parthenogenesis. No fun at all. That's why we like to watch you guys, guys and gals that is. Guys and guys, or gays as you call them, are alright but they don't provide souvenirs. Same with the flip side of a double-header coin, or two tails, except that monkeys are the ones with tails. I'm sorry; some things get added with translation." "Why don't you just watch porno videos, if human sex is so interesting to you? That way you wouldn't have to hold anybody captive. Like us, 'CAUSE IT REALLY WAS INCONVENIENT; HEAR ME? MOTHERSHIT!" "We have quite sensitive microphones, and your tone of irritation would be noted by our instrumentation as well, so there is no need to shout. I understand that you were put-out by being shut-in. But we need to use live subjects; volunteers are never the same sort of fun. Even if you watch a tape of a ball game, if you already know the score, it's not as exciting, is it. In this case, the balling might be of a different sort, but the outcome is unpredictable. That way we may enjoy our gambling on your gamboling, to make an attempt at human humor." "We are not amused." I quoted, sarcastically, "Just let us go. PLEASE!" "OH! You'll be back on your trip. You'll meet your father in L.A. as scheduled. Sorry about missing the other places, but I'm sure the gold nuggets you'll find will pay for another trip." "Gold?" "We'll give you the GPS coordinates, you get them as, well, souvenirs." "Better than a little sibling who's an off-spring also!" "We would never let that happen! What kind of beings do you think we are? Alpha-Centurions?" With that the transmission ended, just as my mother came out from her bath and went over to the kitchenette. "I'm still hungry, want anything from 'room-service', Sweetheart?" "Yeah, mom. But what if it makes me horny like it has before?" Mom beamed at me and tilted her head, with a gleam in her eye. She said, Well . . ." We said it together, "WHAAT THUH FUUCK!" Continuing the narrative from when we revived the second time, finding ourselves in what would be our 'cell/petri-dish/sexual race track' for the next ten days or so. We explored our new surroundings. No clothes, drawers for clothes, but none in them. In the kitchenette here was a little white box that looked like a microwave, but it didn't have any controls on it, just a handle. A small refrigerator, but nothing in it. The bathroom had the standard stuff, but instead of towels there was a warm air dryer thing you stood under. The temperature was fine for being naked, but we sort of didn't look at one another. Except of course I did, since I have had the hots for my mother for a while. But I had to sneak peeks. Eventually, my mom said, "I could use a drink!" The fridge pinged thirty seconds later and there was a chilled bottle of a white wine in it. I figured, 'whaat thuh fuuck!' and said, "If I only had a joint!" The microwave box thing dinged a minute later and a doobie and disposable lighter appeared. There were glasses, dishes, and an ashtray in the cabinets already, stainless-steel eating utensils in a drawer. Nothing fancy, standard stuff, but was somebody reading our minds, or listening in? I thought, 'beer' looked in the fridge. Nope, none. "Beer!" I said. 'Ping!' Yup! So they were listening! Mom looked at me with the joint and just shrugged her shoulders. She poured herself a glass of the chilled wine, I lit up. I popped the top of the beer, and took a swallow, then let out the toke. "Well, if you get busted, then we get busted out of here!" Mom philosophized. "Where did the stuff come from? The beer is cold, the wine chilled, but they weren't in there a moment ago." "I guess its alien 'room-service', order some steaks and caviar! She laughed, slightly hysterical at the absurdity of our predicament. Hardly a minute went by, when 'ping' . . . 'ding' the fridge and the white box nearly went off simultaneously. There was caviar in the chiller, and hot juicy steaks, Porterhouse, in the white box. So we served ourselves and ate. It had been who knows how long since our last meal, I found myself hungry, but only the meat appealed. Mom ate some of the salty fish-eggs on crackers that were on the platter. We put the left-overs in the fridge. The steak leftovers disappeared, but the caviar remained. Now I was feeling full. So after using the facilities, I lay down. Mom explored a little bit then she lay next to me. Suddenly she was crying and turned to me. I held her as she wept. I understood, the whole thing was traumatic. I did enjoy the feel of her naked body against mine, even though I was not about to take advantage of her in her vulnerable state. In fact, I was determined to be the noble son and manly hero as much as I could. Unfortunately, my manhood had ideas of it's own about being up-standing. But I tried to not nudge mom with my erection. Eventually we both fell asleep in each other's arms. Life in the alien cage was boring. We watched TV, but had to agree on programs, since there was only one screen. We played cards, but after several days that too was dull. We didn't get books. There was fine food and booze and pot to smoke from the machines. Fresh sheets were supplied in the drawers, the old ones disappeared if stuffed in them. The air temperature and humidity remained constant, comfortable considering we were a nudist colony of two. After a while, it too became routine; though we went around the corner, out of sight-lines when the other wanted to use the john. But eventually, mom didn't care if I watched her shower, since nudity was our common condition. The third night though, I got horny after having our dinner, which was just burgers and beer and ice cream. We had discussed our situation, early on, the second day. Though we had no clocks, the biological urge to sleep was night, the waking period was daytime. We agreed on our observations from when we had been abducted, by the - flying saucer? And held captive by - aliens? Who else had the technology? It was our best working hypothesis. We lay down to watch some doctor program which mom loved and as I lay there I got the urge. Hormones didn't stop just because the aliens put you up in the Martian Motel 6, or the only female was your mother. On the contrary, being constantly around her and sleeping with her the close naked contact was exacerbating my incestuous desires. Mom & Me + Alien Abduction = Incest So I waited that evening until I thought she was asleep, and started to masturbate. But she wasn't. "Why don't you go and do that in the bathroom, Honey." "Would you mind if I used the couch instead, it's not like we have a lot of privacy anyway." "Oh never mind, just get it over with and go to sleep." I did, but the thought of my mom listening to me gave it an extra pinch of spice. I came quickly. Then I began to doze off. But I became aware of a little motion in the mattress. I held very still and listened. There were faint murmurs and whimpers from mom's side of the bed and little wiggles she was making as she lay on her stomach. We only had a sheet on and almost no light in the place, but I could make out she was making subtle motions underneath the covers. She was masturbating too! Was it that she got turned on by my activity, or were her own natural cycles in play? When she finished, I still pretended to be asleep, and then I was. The next morning was fine, until after breakfast. That's when I developed my morning wood. Normally it would have been just before getting up, but this was after the meal. Mother said she was going to take a bath. She had taken one yesterday, I just put it down to boredom. I began to play a game of solitaire. If I had been watching the tube, I might have missed the clues of her real reason for her soak. She was masturbating again! She made those same soft sounds and I could hear the little waves slapping on the tubs sides rhythmically. This got me horny, but before I could do anything about it, I heard the 'blow-all-dry' go on and didn't have time to get my jollies done. After lunch I noticed I was once more getting a stiffy, and mom seem to not to be able to sit in one position for long. Then the need to 'scratch' that personal itch passed. But it returned after dinner. This time I was the one in the tub. Mom was watching TV. But I heard her give a little squeak after a while. I called and asked was she was okay, but she claimed she was laughing. Her ha-ha shriek was a different sort of tone and pitch than the gasping squawk she had made. I guessed that she had had her own time of pleasuring while alone in the other room, just as I was doing while in the tub. That night, there wasn't much on the TV we felt like watching. Cards were available, but we started talking, swapping stories. Soon we were sharing about our sexual history. We just stumbled on the subject from some other topic, I forget what, but mom told me about losing her virginity the first year out of High School. I had lost mine a year before right after I had turned 18. She was in a car, I was down in a gal's basement. I shared some of mom's wine, but I was more intoxicated by the intimacy of our openness with each other on an adult level. The alcohol made me peckish, so I ordered some cheese and crackers. 'Room-service' had cheddar and Ritz. We wondered about how the delivery system was so prompt. We didn't always get the ideal of what we asked for, but the delays were seldom and the quality always good. Then we decided to retire and try to sleep. Even though I had masturbated once that day, and had not gotten a buzz on, as we lay down the 'dick-at-night' programming was up again. We settled under the linen, but I made an unintentional tent. Mom looked at it, but said nothing. However, she had two little bumps topping the big tops of her chest. I looked at them, which made my lodge pole all the more firm. We still had a lamp lit on the end table by me. I sighed and said I would turn the light off and go the couch for a while. Mom put a hand out and said in a soft voice, "Wait." She then slowly drew down the cotton covering, and there we were, erectile tissue proud and tall on me, pointy and small on her ta-tas, but we were clearly aroused one and all. "Do it here, let me watch." Mom said in a voice with a faint quaver. I was surprised at her liberated request, but not nearly as much as when she herself began to touch between her legs and rummage around in her own genitals. In silence, like some surreal scene, we masturbated together, viewing one another as we frigged ourselves. I ran my hand lightly up and down my rod and she flicked a finger over her clit. She broke the quiet with that gasping sound, and then our moans and groans began to gain volume as we lost any shyness. We turned to face each other and make it easier to study the other's technique and rosy flesh that was being stimulated. The rhythm of our meat-beating began to syncopate and then switched eventually to gain harmonics, as it morphed into a common meter; our stroking reaching a simultaneous timing as our hips humped toward our bed partner's body. It was obvious that we were mutually turned on by seeing the other one aroused and rising to a climax. Mother pulled my trigger by deliberately spreading her thighs and letting me see her ruby labia, puffed and coated with her oil. The thought of her actually showing me her most secret place to help me get off, got me off. I came with a spurt that nearly flew the distance between us with the first glob, a big white squirt of goo that was aimed at her belly. This set off her own orgasm, her pelvis jerked several times and her eyes rolled back before the lids clamped shut and a grimace scrunched up her face in a powerful cum. Immediately afterwards, her look was that of, 'Oh God! What did I just do?' and she put a hand up to cover her mouth. Then she turned her back to me, not knowing what to say. I scooted over to spoon with her, and provide reassurance that all was okay. Not worrying that my cock still was seeping semen, as it squished against her butt, I stroked her hair and whispered, "Thanks mom, that was special, that was nice. Don't be upset, we are only human, and I love you. It's alright. Let's go to sleep, you'll feel better in the morning about the whole thing." Mom didn't say a thing, but her breathing calmed down. Soon she was asleep. I thought about the terrifically erotic experience that had just happened, then drifted off myself. In the morning mom acted like nothing had happened, and never spoke of the previous night. She played solitaire while I channel-surfed. I got horny after both breakfast and lunch for a while, but I was so sensitive to mom's moodiness I suppressed those tinglings. I tried to keep my mind on the problem of our predicament, what it was that the aliens wanted of us and how we might escape. But my thinking was just going around in circles. Indeed, I tend to circled the perimeter of our room checking things and making rapping on the walls and trying to pry the furniture loose from the walls. To find a weak spot, all that for the umpteenth time. Mom hardly seemed to notice, she was preoccupied with her own thoughts. Finally, after a nice dinner of spaghetti and garlic bread and a good Chianti, I was getting horny yet again and definitely tipsy. I said, out loud, "Whaat thuh Fuuck!" and ordered a couple of joints. 'Ding', quickly the white box sounded. But then, mom said, "Whaat thuh Fuuck!" too and joined me on the couch, where I was lighting up. She reached for the rolled grass that was smoldering, put it to her lips and sucked in a big toke. Shit! Mom smoked shit? I had no idea; you could have knocked me over with a feather. We passed the pot back and forth until the roach was just a half inch stub. The dope was very good weed and while I was not a novice, mom was clearly getting a great buzz too. She grinned at me and said, "Oohh! You don't think that your parents never ever got stoned? I bet you think that . . . never mind . . . but I was a kid before I was a responsible adult, and I haven't forgotten what those times were like. "Think what? Mom? Finish your thought. Sure I realize you were young once. What were you going to say?" To my surprise, she burst into tears, for a few seconds. Then getting her equilibrium back she said, "Whaat thuh Fuuck!" and lit the second doobie, took two huge hits off of it before passing it to me. As I took my toke off of that next joint, she looked at me, as she blew out a big puff of pungent smoke and said, with a sarcastic laugh, "That I never cheated on your father. But it was just once and nobody you know. But it was like what happened last night. It was strange circumstances and just one of those human things and it happened a long time ago. And NO! I'm not going to tell you about it." She added, "Don't bogart that joint" snatched it back and sucked in another long hit, then passed it back. I was flabbergasted, this was a side of mom that was . . was alien to me, like she was from another planet. As if BEMs took over her brain, like an old 1950s Science Fiction film. But then last night was strange too, Twilight Zone odd. Any moment Rod Serling's voice would overdub and say, "A journey not of sight or sound but of mind; June and Daniel DeLayne have just entered the place between normality and being freaked out, they're having a vacation in the Twat-lite Zone." My 'man from Mars' was raising the antenna at the middle, straight out from my loins, thinking about the 'mom from Venus', who had watched me play with my penis last night, and just confessed that she had once had a sinful Saturnalia with someone other than my dad. Jumpin' Jupiter! Things were getting quite hot; the Mercury was rising in my ther-Mommy-ter. Mother looked at my proud prick and her nipples were definitely naughty nips too. I saw a damp spot where she sat with her legs crossed upon the cushions. "Want-ta know another secret?" she said with a giggle of stoned giddiness. I nodded, amazed at the wild woman next to me she had become. "Last night . . . (she reached for the roach and I passed the last inch to her, she toked up and said holding the smoke in) . . I really liked it, us jacking-off together." Out came the blue fumes, and she tapped me on the dick and said, "TAG! You're IT!" then she ran over to the other side of the bed. I followed close behind but she walked over the mattress to the other side and ran to the kitchenette. I chased her and she when around the easy chair then made bounding strides on the sofa pads as I pursued my manic mother. She was giggling as she eluded me, lewdly naked and I ribaldry rampant erect. I stuck to the floor and caught her coming off the furniture and swiped at her, catching her on her right tit, a glancing blow but I felt the nipple scrape my fingers, a turgid button. She yelped. Then it was my turn to scurry, she cornered me in the bathroom, slapped my ass and then she was off toward the bed. I grabbed her ankle as she climbed upon the mattress and she toppled onto the bed laughing. I dropped next to her. We were lying across the width of the bed. I was crazy with the insane shenanigans that we were in the midst of and without thinking about who I was doing it to, reached between her legs, touched her mons, and whispered "Tag, you're it . ." Then I kissed her. She kissed back. She even began to French me. When she suddenly broke off the kiss, I was afraid she had come to her senses, but instead she took my hand and murmured, "Tag my tit." I did. I felt her up with both hands as her fingers felt their way down to my fiddle stick and fluted and fluttered and fiddled with the firm muscle. I used my other hand to explore her nether regions. She was sure as shooting wet and my fingers caressed the slit and then found her pleasure nub and rubbed the pearl with tender motions. Back to her soft center and this time two fingers wormed into the honey pot and wiggled. She gripped my manhood lightly and worked it. I was getting close as I caught her rhythm and reproduced it with my fingers sawing in and out and my thumb on her clit. Once more we matched one another stroke for stroke. Our lips sought each other's, the tongues tangled and we both knew where this folly was headed. But we were fools rushing to get into the sweet madness that had encompassed us, and was taking us on a erotic ride to a joyful peak. The whirling of sexual excitement didn't stop with the first climax, though I gave a healthy cream in her hand, and she gushed on mine, I was able to keep her roller-coaster ride going for long minutes after my own zoom had landed back down. Finally her energy just seemed to deflate, like a balloon that had flown jetting around, until it was empty. In the aftermath, she clung to me and I hugged her and kissed her face, eyelids which had closed, smiling lips, cute nose, flushed cheeks and even her chin. She gave little chuckles now and then, that had nothing to do with my smooches, but were more like private little amusing thoughts she was having. Mother's last words as we managed to orientate our bodies to the alignment of the bed and drag the sheet over our exhausted bodies was, "It's been years . ." I barely had time to register those cryptic words before conking out myself. We must have slept late, though as previously noted there were no clocks were in the place, the hunger and over-due bladder urges woke me and I trotted to use the facilities. The sound of my urinating in the middle of the bowl, still a bit too buzzy to do anything but aim for the center of the target, woke mom, who came in and sat as soon as I was done. She didn't even wait for me to leave. I climbed into the shower, not bothering with the clear plastic curtain and began to shampoo my hair. I was still blinded by the suds when I was surprised and delighted that she joined me. We had the fun of rubba-dubbing each other clean, but while it was certainly sensual, it did not turn into foreplay. Brunch was anything we wanted and even then we had lots of leftovers. These we casually dumped in the 'dispose-all'; so titled because anything placed in the lidded trash can was zapped away, even faster than the 'microwave/white-box/whatchamacallit' thing or the 'magic fridge' produced them. It took everything but the sheets. I tried putting a pillowslip down there I had used to wipe up a spill, but the lid wouldn't open. The drawer however made it disappear. I concluded from that evidence, that the aliens were watching us, as well as listening. I figured that they were, but this seemed to be proof. I wondered how they enjoyed last night's naughty games. During the meal there was little conversation, just small talk about the food or what was on TV for that evening. Nothing spoken about the rowdy romp and raunchy mutual masturbation which we had indulged our cannabis besotted brains. As we were settling down after the big meal and clean up, mom got out the cards and suggested some gin rummy. But then, as we sat at the tabe, she got a funny look on her face. "Stand up!" she commanded. I didn't understand, but was reluctant to do so, since I once more sported a sprouting stalk at my pelvis. "Please, Daniel, would you just STAND UP!" When she uses that particular tone, mother is 'she who must be obeyed'. I did. Her face showed fury. "GOD DAMN IT!!" I started to stutter, saying that 'I couldn't help it, that it was unintentional and I didn't mean to offend her or suggest . . .', but she hardly heard a word I was saying, then when she realized I was blabbering, she waive her hand in a gesture that dismissed what I had been trying to explain, at the same time, her look got frustrated and she closed her eyes and muttered, "Whaat thuh Fuuck! - They are putting it into our food! God damn fucking bastards!" That confused me. But then she looked me in the eyes and stood also. She pointed to her pussy and explained, "The aliens . . I'm not angry with you, you can't help it. I'm horny again too! . . the aliens are putting something in our food . . some kind of . . aphrodisiac . . that makes us horny, give us the itch in our groins. "I think it's been happening ever since . . the third day here in this . . room . . or cell, might as well call it what it is, a cage. This is . . ." she mentally counted, but I knew already. "This is the fifth day." "God! It seems longer. But don't you see, what we . . what is happening is not us, it's the chemicals they add to the meal; colorless, odorless, but odious nonetheless; insidious sinfulness inserted into our systems inside the very sausages we ate and juice we sipped for breakfast!" "Oh . . And I thought it was just 'cause I had incestuous yearning for my hot mother, to get her to let me put my sausage into her juicy sex!" Mom stared at me, then she burst out laughing. But she stopped short and looked at me again. "There's truth to that isn't there. You have had a thing for me, even before we got here. Were you planning to seduce me in the motel room while we were on our vacation?" "No, but that's a thought, now that you mentioned it. If we ever get back to earth, and we resume our journey, would you like to continue our fun and games? Seriously, mom I have had a hankering for you; but I respect you and never would try any kind of shit like that. Nor would I want to hurt dad. It's just that this whole abduction had been so crazy and we are nude together 24/7. It's almost like the aliens want us to . ." "They do, of course they do! It's obvious now. That's why they put the -- whatever it is in the food, to make us horny to get us to . . well they aren't going to get away with it! They don't realize that we are mother and son, that we can't . . shouldn't, wouldn't, ought not be doing those . . like we did last night." I nodded like I was agreeing, even though I didn't want the fun and games to be over. "From now on we will be stronger that the aphrodisiac. We are humans and we can beat the aliens, just like Will Smith, when he punched that E. T. pilot, in 'Independence Day'!" So we played Gin Rummy, even though I was hard again and mom was runny. Eventually, the dose wore off and the day was our normal routine of remake the bed, watch some TV, talk about what the aliens were trying to do with us, why us, how could we escape, did dad realize that we were missing? Would people believe our story? Etc. What to watch on TV that night? What to have for dinner? 'Aye! There was the rub, for in those vittles what creams may cum?' to paraphrase the Bard. We had to eat, but in the food would be the stimulants of erotic erections and titillation for tits and twat. We must be stronger than temptation. We, well she, was resolved that we should do so. However, while we were in the middle of viewing a mildly interesting game-show pre-prime-time, I asked her, "Mom, what did you mean when you said last night, just before you fell asleep, 'it's been years'?" Mother looked pensive. Then she looked me in the eye. "I won't lie to you. It's been years since I had that much fun with anyone, including your father. It wasn't just smoking dope, though it's been years since I indulged in that pleasure as well. But I mean that the sheer uninhibited frolic, we let go and just had fun. I used to really crave that kind of excitement once in a while, and I miss it now that I'm older and . . more responsible. I guess since we are stuck here and don't have the usual sorts of restrictions on our behavior I allowed myself to indulge in that sort of insanity. It was fun. Too bad it has to end." "Does it? While we are here, can't we be a little wild once in a while?" "I think they even spike the booze, it somehow makes me woozier. But we can't just act like animals with no morals. Honey, if we did that the aliens would win. They want us to be wanton." "Okay," I replied. While my thinking went -- 'SHIT! I wouldn't mind letting them have a few points if it meant getting into my mom's pants. Not that she had any. Into her pussy, that would mean the human-male scored!' I tried to scheme while TV was on, but came up short on practical ideas. Though my imagination of scenarios where I did manage to return to whence I came, so that I might cum there the first time, kept me long with longing without a aphrodisiac-laced snack that evening. Thus as it was, my hormones were naturally pumped up when we retired. I lay next to mom, but she gave no indication that any further indiscretions would be welcome. Mom & Me + Alien Abduction = Incest I don't know why it occurred to me then, except back home I always had a bottle of Astrolube in the drawer next to my bed; that and a big box of tissues. The wastepaper-basket got full often. (Can you imagine, my dad had to use petroleum-jelly; messy!) But have you ever jacked-off (guys I mean) so much without some kind of lubricant that you got a sore spot? Spit sucks for the most part, unless you sucked on a piece of candy. But I was out of luck. Well I suppose I could have tried to order it from 'room-service'. But then, I wouldn't need to 'go to the well' that I had right next to me in the same bed, would I? 'Nothing ventured . . . etc.!' "Mom, I've got a little problem -- big problem." "What, Sweetie?" "I'm not asking to fool around, but I'm horny and I usually masturbate to get to sleep, when we're home. But I don't have anything to . . slick my willie, if you know what I mean." "I'm not going down on you, if that's what you're driving at." "No! I just thought that perhaps if you might be able to loan me some of your natural juices." "Are you trying to seduce me?" "Awh . . forget it, I'll go over to the couch and jerk-off there, if I get a sore, I suppose the aliens provide first aid." I sounded my best hurt/petulant/pouty tone, which mother had a difficult time to ignore. She usually gave in when I grumbled that way, if it was a minor issue which she wasn't firm on. It was a weakness which I played upon, though not too often, so as not to use up brownie points. I started to get out of bed. "Wait!" Mom grabbed my arm and pulled me back. In the near dark I saw her put her hand to her crotch and in a moment she was smearing my cock with her sex oil. It occurred to me that there was already a flow, even before I had asked. If she could dip into the swamp and draw out her lube so immediately, I could deduce what that was indicative of! Interesting! Just the place I wanted to be in-dick-ative of! She gave me one more application. "Is that enough?" "I think so, I'll try to be quick." "You do that." But of course I used it up before I was at the tipping point. "Can I have a little more?" She sighed, "Here," mom repeated her application of her lubrication. "Would it help you get there faster if I did it for you?" Now that was progress! "Yeah, if you wouldn't mind. I wasn't intending that you should have to do that, but sure it would feel better than doing it on my own." So she began to stroke my boner and returning to the well every once in a while. "That's so nice mom, I'll come soon. Do you need help keeping stimulated to provide enough for making me slick?" She grunted a throaty, "Uh-huh", so I began to diddle in her genitals. This was going nicely! Glad I thought of it. I detected her pelvis making forward movements, I was beginning to move my hips too. We were now sort of turned toward each other and we got closer for better leverage. Our hands were not in sync, but my fingers played in her soft flesh and the middle digit dipped every now and then in her hole. She worked long strokes, then made a swirling around the swollen head of my dick. Her technique was clearly experienced and was really getting to me. I pictured us in the act of making love, my penis plunging and plugging in her womanhood. The image tipped the balance and I shot into her hand as it caressed the knob just then. That set her off as well, and I felt her jerky movements and the flow of a liberal amount of her own discharge. "Don't expect this every night, young man." She said sternly. But no anger was there, it was a standard line, to indicate that she had no intention of spoiling me. She used it at home often enough, and usually contrary to the words, I got the privilege again as long as I didn't abuse her good will. So, I kept the thought to myself, but wondered what the next few days would bring of this new aspect of our relationship, in these very odd circumstances. We rolled away and went to sleep after that session, but we woke spooning. Mom loved to cuddle and I had cozied up to her in the night, without any objections. We stayed in bed like that, both aware that we were each awake but enjoying the closeness and being lazy. What else was there to do? It's not like we were going anywhere. Unless we were on the mother-ship, and traveling in hyper-drive at light-years per second, due to arrive at a distant star eventually. But there was still no sense of that. In fact, the gravity was normal, and I suspected we were at a secret base of alien operations still on Earth. Or as the BEMs call it, Dirt. Looses something in translation. We had eggs and bacon and French toast for breakfast with milk and OJ, and the standard dose of whatever the sex additive was. It was annoying, but we were getting used to the condition. We tried to remember how to play two handed bridge and which eventually evolved to become our own version of a bastardized bridge/rummy, perhaps a cross-breed? Maybe there was an undertone of sex to our gaming because Jack trumped a Queen if you could play an eight (ate) on her, Queens needed an Ace (ass) however to win a hand, and game was 69. Well the rules were silly, but we were bored and horny. Then it was lunch, I forgot what we ate, maybe peanut butter and jelly. There was a movie on in the evening, we ordered popcorn and lots of beer. Then a couple of joints, since we were on a 'don't give a shit what the aliens want, we are on vacation!' roll. The mood turned ugly toward the BEMs and we got into a screaming fit, yelling out every insult and creative put down we could shout at them. Nothing happened, save we got hoarse, and at last we plopped down on the couch. Then we kissed because we had a mutual admiration for the other's power bursts of energy in hating our captors. We kissed some more because it was nice to have another human next to you. We kissed some more because kissing is fun. Then we kissed some more because we were getting into it, and we began to make out, like two teenagers. Convenient that we had no buttons or zippers to deal with, birthdays suits had buttons but they were for fun things to do with them. I played with mom's and she worked my joystick. Palms caressed buttocks and chest pressed to breast, and octopi had nothing on us as our appendages roamed all over one another. We slid to the floor and entangled our legs and rubbed our genitalia together, like we were trying to start a fire, though rug burn was the only thing that was created. So then we clambered on to the mattress to continue our dalliance. I found my fingers up mom's vagina, waving back and forth, front to back and groping for her G-spot too. Meanwhile, she had a finger poking two knuckles deep in my asshole. That was a new one for me, but everything was a turn-on at that point. She then got me to lie on my back and skittered down to show her talents at fellatio. She was in her element as she plied my pike. The way her lips sucked, the swirl of her tongue; I never felt her teeth, except when she deep throated me once and gagged, but after that she got the hang of my hard-on and gave really fine head. I was soon shooting in her mouth -- she even swallowed! I wanted to reciprocate, but we were both wiped out and she promised I could save it for the next day. In the morning, we woke and decided to have breakfast in bed, we served each other. There were fresh strawberries and warm Danish, coffee and pineapple juice and ham. Mother said she wanted to have a bath. I asked her if she was going to . . . pleasure herself, since the meal was laced as always. She said she felt the need to bathe, but I was welcome to join her like when I had been little, only now it would be more crowded. But the idea was not for messing around, just water fun, not otherwise. I said I would take a rain-check. She replied, it was a bath not a shower, so I would have to take out flood insurance. I came back with perhaps we could pool our resources. Sure, said mom, dive in, and get into the swim of things. So I ordered aquavit. It was like when I was very small and the next door girl and I would play in the tub, while our mothers gabbed together. Only it was me talking to my mom, but we played, and reminisced about the beach and neighborhood Fourth of July pool parties and swapped skinny-dipping bragging rights. Mom said she love to go skinny-dipping, that if we had a pool at home she would do it late at night when I was asleep. I assured her if she did, I would stay awake and look out the window to catch a glimpse of her in the altogether. "Well?" she asked her arms spread, indicating that I had gotten my wish, in abundance. "Mom, you truly are gorgeous and I adore your body." "Fine, you can worship at the shrine of Saint June tonight; just make sure your prayers at the sacred shine of her divine juncture isn't just lip-service. She wants you to speak in tongues too." YES! Promises were made and will be kept! I was a happy camper. Eating that stuff would definitely get me erect and it would be all natural, no additives! I wondered if my sainted mom might saddle a sinner in her center, if my adoration was adequate? Would the oracle of my loving, allow me into her holy grotto? Theology is so difficult to understand, maybe if I stroked her temples too. Whatever it took. By the time our water sporting was over we were two pink raisins. Being under the 'blow-dry-all' together was an interesting experience. We rubbed each other all over in the warm blast, kind of a standing massage. Then we tried to figure out something creative to do with the cards (couldn't exactly play strip poker!). We eventually propped open the 'dispose-all' and tried to toss them in, going further back as we challenged our opponent. Mom won by two points. I don't know why they couldn't provide us with Scrabble or even backgammon, they were good with food, but entertainment was the pits. Was it mother's pit and my poker that was supposed to be the fun? And for who's amusement anyway? Did they get off by watching us dabble in incest? Not saying I didn't enjoy it mind you, and mom somewhat as well, was happy when we canoodled. Mom was quiet that evening. I could see that she was sort of nervous. She only had a couple of glasses of wine, enough to relax her, but not letting it go to her head. I guess it was because she knew I was positively going to give her head, that night. Cunnilingus here I come, and here cums mom. I was positive that she would climax. I was a dedicated muff-diver. She wouldn't even take a toke from the one 'J' I smoked that evening. I was like a race horse at the starting gate, couldn't wait for the bell to ring. I was eager to provide stud service too, if allowed. Eventually, the programs we watched were over. If things were in sync with outside, this was Sunday, our eighth day in alien incarceration. Thus the episodes we were watching were not taped, that is to say, re-taped and played over closed-circuit. That would take a hell of a set up to handle all those channels. Mom went into the lavatory to do her female ablutions. Or maybe just to get up her courage for letting her son go down on her. I lolled on the bed, already semi-hard. Finally she came, not exactly as a blushing bride, but with a demure grace and appealing shyness, considering what we already had shared. No dainty daisy, I -- I dove into my mom's womanhood like a starving man at a banquet. I lapped at her labia first, just to open the gap and set the mood. Then some little licks at her clitoris to warm her up and get her liking the sensation and not worrying about the fact that man between her thighs was her own boy. Next to kisses on the inner thighs and all around the whole area. I went back to tonguing her with fast flicks in the groove moving up to the button and doing arabesques. A series of delving into the cavity as deep as my stretched oral digit could dig. Then I repeated the entire routine, but in a different order, including warm and cool air from my mouth on delicate parts. Every trick I knew, and some I invented on the spot. She started cumming after maybe five minutes of my administrations. Mother's orgasms were varied; she started with a nice size climax and then in a few minutes had a series of small multiples, then some hard spasms that lasted four to five seconds, with a short recovery time between them. Finally she had one huge clench, her back arched and she almost dislodged my mouth from her clit, but I held her hips and stuck the sucking all the way through the paroxysm. Afterwards, she dragged me up to kiss my face and hug me in a powerful embrace, too breathless to talk, but obviously she had been satiated with my gentle torture. She fell asleep soon afterwards, leaving me happy for her, but wishing that I had driven her to beg for my cock in her cunt. I would have settled for an IOU. Since what I only heard were little snores I went to watch a late movie. In the morning, our ninth day, I was woken by the sound of mom crying. She was sitting on the divan and had her hands in her face. I went to her and put my arm around her. "Do you think they will ever let us go?" she wailed in a tiny voice. "Sure, mom, I'm not positive why we were chosen, but they haven't harmed us. I know that the additive, whatever it is makes it hard, sorry, no pun intended; (this got a little smile from her) to control our . . unnatural urges. Well, I mean sex IS natural, but maybe they don't understand about human taboos. Not that they don't get broken often enough as it is, I mean look at . . all the things you read on the Internet about how odd people can be, and what weird stuff they do. No wonder aliens might be confused about earthling behavior." "Mom, I understand that you don't want them to control us, that it's har . . uh . . difficult not to give in, to allow them to have their way. But what if we did just what they wanted and then they let us go. Would it be so terrible to fuck me for our freedom? NO, I mean make love, because I love you and I would do anything to make you happy. Anything, rescue you from aliens with my ray-gun like Luke and Princess Leia, or Flash Gorden and what's her face. But all I got is this friendly weapon, and I'd have to use it on you, if that is what, as we suspect, the goal of the BEMs is. But if that's what I have to do, I'll sacrifice my virginity to get you out of here." "You're not a virgin!" Mom smiled, because she knew I was using hyperbole. "SSHH! Don't let them hear you; it might spoil their fun when we do it!" "We are not doing IT! And what the hell is a Bem?" "B - E - M, that's an old Sci-Fi acronym term for Bug-Eyed Monster. Like 'little green men', but shorter; though they are usually pictured as being larger than the more humanoid type of men-from-Mars aliens that were in 'Close Encounters". "I'd like to have a close encounter with one of the perverted little E.T.s that wants to watch us having sex!" Now mom had gotten angry, well that was a better mood than being depressed. However, it was not moving us toward our own 'close encounter', which had been my subtle strategy. Mom ranted on, "Just let me get my hands on one of those sonofabitch aliens, I'll choke his scrawny neck so hard he will be both bug-eyed and crossed-eyed, until he turns from green to purple and his God damn eye-balls pop out. If they have balls of any other kind those I'll rip off, so they won't have anymore fun that way either!" Mom's feisty nature was furious. "Mom BEMs don't have human reproductive organs, and it takes three of them to make a nestling, which is why they are so curious about duo-procreation, when they are tri-sexual." Mom looked at me with a little confusion. "How do you know so much about them? What? Did you find the BEM porn channel on the TV?" "No, that was from an Isaac Asimov book I read from the library. I'm making it up. All I know really is that they do seem to want us to mate, and they are watching and listening. 'Cause we are naked and well fed, given intoxicants when we ask for them, so they know about inhibitions. That can be extrapolated, as well as their interest in sex because of the aphrodisiacs. And I know that our having sex would be quite a nice thing, beyond the fact we are mother and son. Because I think you are sexy and I adore you. But I would never do anything knowingly that it would upset you or make you feel bad. However if we did have sex, I know I would make you feel good." "OH! You would would you? So this isn't a complicated scheme to get into your mother's panties?" "In fact it is. I traded the Pentagon's plans to defend against alien attack for their help in seducing you. They said it was a good deal, as long as they got to watch the action and I threw in Sigourney Weaver. We would have shaken on it, but their tentacles are rather slimy." Mom laughed. I had been confident that I could get her to lighten up. She leaned into me and we kissed. Then we Frenched. I lay her down on the couch and just stroked her all over, without pausing at the erogenous zones, but not skipping them either. We kissed some more and Frenched every now and then. Before long, my hand was slowing down as it passed over a nipple or brushed her mons. "You are trying to seduce me aren't you?" mom murmured languidly as we lounged on the sofa. "No, just trying to calm you and make you forget about our incarceration with a few casual carnal caresses." "How slimy are their appendages?" For some reason, I just knew that was an opening for what I wanted to do. I could tell she was a little turned on by our contact, the tactile touching of the erotic areas. Her nipples were pointy and her thighs had parted slightly. I took a chance that she was offering the 'opening' I was hoping for and dipped my middle digit into the well of her vagina. It came out wet. I put it in again when she did not object. Then I pulled it out and rubbed my fingers together, testing the slickness, right in front of mom's face. "Well," I said in a near whisper in mom's ear, "If it was slippery like this, I wouldn't have minded so much, but . ." I took her hand and put it on the knob of my erection which was leaking pre-cum, "it was more like what you came feel down there." "That's not so bad." mother played along. I continued to push and pull my fingers in her soft lubricated tissues both deep and around the gash, including the clit. Getting her excited and ready if the moment came, so that she would allow me access. "But their tentacles have suckers too." I added. "Suckers, like an octopus has?" "No, more gentle, like this . ." I moved my mouth to her breast and sweetly engulf the pink center protruding from it. Then I spent a few more minutes on the other so neither side would be jealous. "That's not so bad. What if an alien wanted to have its way with me, would I like it?" I put a finger in her pussy and wiggled it. "A tentacle up your quim? Is that what you'd want?" "Maybe, it would just use a sucker on the outside." I took the hint and moved so I could apply oral suckling on her nether regions. Mom spread her legs for my admission to her privates. I stuck my tongue in her gap as deep as I could. "OH! I'm getting tickled by an E.T.!" She giggled as my appendage wiggled in her womanhood. "But what I want isn't a BEM, it's a boy!" I moved up and lay upon her, my cock knocking at her cunt. I could feel the leaking oil mixed with my saliva as it coated the very tip of my dick, the labia began to part. Mother froze. This was not a good sign, so I froze. "Please mom, I'm horny, because of you; not them, the BEM. I'm the boy you want. Your boy who loves you. Who wants to make love to you. I'm the human, the man who desires you. I don't care if they are watching and listening, or recording or whatever." I pushed the plum of my penis in an inch, it was prepared to slide right into the drenched chute of her snatch. She gasped but didn't relax, her muscles still were tense, but she wasn't pushing me out. Still, I thought that I might need to use subtle subterfuge to fulfill my filial lust finally. I withdrew to just kissing the labia with the piss-hole of my prick, then slowly re-submerged the knob within the warm wet depths. Mom & Neighbor Hi all I'm new over here and below is a story of my friend Ravi's experiences as told by him... ENJOY Well folks I'm 21 and from Bombay city, we live in a flat and my family consists of me, my mother and my father who works in the gulf. He comes only once a year. My mom is 48 years old but I must say she does not look her age. She is very fair and 5 feet tall, 60kgs and a bit bulky with a big ass and breasts. She is damn cute and beautiful, even now when she goes to the market people stare at her, but she is very modest and very strict. Now we stay in a building with two flats on a floor, and the person who stays opposite us is Uncle Raj. Uncle Raj is a business man and comes to Bombay for 15 days in a month and then he returns to his family in madras. He is a garment exporter. Uncle Raj is 55 years old, and nearly 5 feet 11 inches tall and huge, he has got a big paunch or rather a pot belly. He is grey and black haired, partially bald and he's got grey and black hair all over. He is damn strong and is hairy all over and he has got one of the finest grey moustaches I have ever seen. Uncle Raj and me are the best of friends, though his age, he is still young at heart. We drink together when he is in town and have a nice time going to dance bars and all these places. So mom is always annoyed when uncle Raj comes cause I'm home late. This went on and whenever he used to come, we used to send food to his place sometimes and he really used to appreciate my moms cooking and say that her food is just beautiful like her. Now Uncle Raj is a very horny man and we used to watch porno films together. At times when my mother comes to call me, I have seen uncle Raj looking at her ass closely as she walks, but I never suspected anymore cause he is a very descent man. One night as usual we were drinking and he asked me when my father is going to come etc and then said that I had a very beautiful mother and I thanked him taking that as a compliment, then we watched some blue films and we both had an absolute hardon. I could see uncle Rajs' massive hard on through his lungi. He went to the toilet, his toilet door is cracked at the bottom, so I carefully went and peeked inside and saw Uncle Raj stroking one of the biggest cock I have ever seen, I never even thought that man could be such long, all he time I used to see big cocks on the internet, I used to think that they are just tricks but I could not believe this he had a very long cock which must be at least 11 inches long and very thick, around one and a half inches thick and he had huge balls hanging and covers with lots of grey hair all over, I saw him stroke himself for 20 minutes then finally I saw him come, he just kept spunking like anything, there was so much of his thick semen all over the place, he never seemed to stop, spurt by spurt he kept spunking like anything, I was thinking to myself that his wife must me the most satisfied woman in the world but also I was wondering how she could take such a big penis inside, I never thought it possible, I thought his wife was the most luckiest woman but then little did I know at that time that not only his wife but also my own mother was going to be very lucky. After this I quietly finished my glass of drinks and he too came out and he seemed very much relieved. Just then the bell rang and it was my mom asking me to come home. I went home and as I went, I saw him stare at moms whole body like a hungry wolf. At home I had dinner and went to sleep. We have got two bedrooms in a flat and mom and me sleep in different rooms, at night somewhere around 1 o clock we started getting blank calls and mom picked up and no one used to speak, I immediately picked up the parallel phone in my room and tried Uncle Rajs' number and it was engaged so I knew it was him, again I hung up and the phone rang, my mom picked up and said hello, then I could make out uncle Raj change his voice and say "I want to talk to you" my mom asked "who's this?" he said "I'm your admirer, you are very beautiful, I want to kiss you and make love to you and have sex with you" My mom abused and kept the phone at the side, after sometime she hung up and then again the phone rang and this time mom did not say anything, he said "you look very beautiful in a saree and your have the best pair of breast and ass I have ever seen" my mom said "bastard" and hung up, this time the phone did not ring. In the morning at 7am, my door bell rang, I did not get up from bed and kept my eyes closed and wondered who it was, I pulled over the sheets and partly opened my eyes, I heard mom open the door and then I heard uncle Raj open my bed room door and ask mom whether I was still asleep, she said yes and he left the bedroom door wide open and from here I could directly see my mom in the kitchen in a tight yellow saree and she was pouring milk in the vessel Uncle Raj brought (sometimes he used to take milk from our house cause he used to be fast asleep when the milk man comes) I heard them talking something and then I saw Uncle Raj keep his hands on moms shoulders and she immediately moved away from there and ignored his move and kept pouring the milk. Uncle Raj moved near to her and this time boldly cupped her right ass tightly in his right hands and pressed it very hard I guess, cause mom cried ouch and she lost her colour in temper I guess, she asked him to behave himself and never expected him to be like this and to leave right now. He went near her and took her in his arms and tried to kiss her but she tried her level best to push him and said I would wake up and he just pressed her against the wall and managed to kiss her cheeks and his one hand was around moms bare waist trying to move up her breast and the other behind pressing her ass. She called him bastard and son of a bitch and he said he loves her and he was the one who called her, the milk was spilled all over the place, my mom was wriggling all the time trying to free herself from him and finally she got away and she ran to her bed room and locked the door, Uncle Raj took his milk and went home quietly and closed our door. Then I got up and Knocked at moms room and said its me and where is the coffee? She immediately opened the door and was looking distrauted and he hair haywire and then she said she would get it right away and she went to the kitchen. I kept mum about the whole thing and acted as if nothing happened. After tea I went to Uncle Rajs' place and he was very cheerful and asked me did mom get up? I said yes and he said ask for some sugar, I went and told mom that Uncle wants sugar, mom dejectedly gave some sugar, I gave it to him and then after sometime he left for work and I left for college. Evening I came home and mom was not there at home, for a second my heart raced thinking where she is gone? Even uncle was not there at home, I stood at the balcony waiting for her when I saw her come in an auto with vegetables from the market, she did not see me standing at the balcony, I watched my beautiful mom dressed in the cutest rose pink silk shiny saree that my dad had given her. She got down from the auto, paid the fellow and during this time another auto came and Uncle Raj got out and he was staring at mom and smiling at her, she panicked and picked the bags and started running towards the building cause I guessed she did not want to be in the lift with him. Uncle Raj also paid fast and started walking fast towards the building all the time staring at my moms beautiful ass that shook very seductively as she ran, uncle Raj fastened his pace and looked up and saw me and slowed down and smiled at me, in minutes I heard my door knock and I ran to open it and mom hurried in all nervous and sweating. She settled down on the sofa with a cold glass of water and the fan at full speed. she looked worried. All this time I kept quite and was watching to see whether uncle Raj could get her and also I wanted to see whether my beautiful mom would give in to him and the thought of her receiving Uncle Rajs' huge big monster penis deep in her made me absolutely horny. Somehow I wished that Uncle Raj should succeed, but I knew that he could never succeed that easily cause my mom was the very modest type and very strict. Later on in the evening I had a bath and was ready to go to Uncle Rajs' place for a drink. My mom said don't go there, I said no I'm going and took my house keys and went there. We drank quite a lot and then Uncle Raj started asking about mom and said that looks like your mom had gone to the market shopping, he said tell her that she really looks very very beautiful in that silk saree. I could see his hardon in the lungi and he was trying to hide it, then she grew more bolder and said, that Saree suits perfectly for her beautiful figure, I ignored it and he got up and went to the toilet, I peeked in and saw him masturbating again, I knew he was thinking about my mom at the time and wanted her so badly, and looking at his monster cock I wondered if mom could take it and then also looking at how badly Uncle needed her, I decided to do something to pair them up, somehow I wanted them both to enjoy each other. Cause I wanted to see that monster cock in action and whether mom can handle such a huge thing so I decided to leave my house keys at Uncle Rajs' place so I kept it on the TV set. After I had the drinks, I went home. Mom was still there in that silk saree, she opened the door, we had dinner together and I wondered whether tonight she will be with uncle Raj, wondering whether the silk saree will be taken off by uncle Raj! Then finally she went to sleep with the silk saree on, she was very tired. I went to her room and saw her lying there in the beautiful silk saree and she really really looked very beautiful, I put on the A/c and closed all the windows and covered her, she was fast asleep, I thought to my self that soon Uncle Raj will be here and she has to keep awake to have a wonderful time together. Still I wasn't sure, I could lock the doors and go to sleep and in that case Uncle Raj could not come in, finally I decided that lets see whether they end up having sex and so I went to my bedroom lit a cigarette and called uncle Raj and said that I had left my house keys there and that I would collect it tomorrow, he said okai and we said Good Night to each other. Finally I masturbated thinking of all this and lay waiting to see what happened this night. Suddenly the phone rang, I waited for mom to pick up, it rang for a long time and finally my mom picked it up, I also picked up the parallel phone, it was somewhere around 12:00am, she said hello, and Uncle Raj this time said its him and that he is really sorry about what happened today. She said this is not the time to talk and that she would talk about it tomorrow, then he said please understand you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and I want to make love to you and so it is better to co - operate since you don't know me, if I like something I make sure I have it at any cost so please co - operate with me, it will be a great enjoyment for both of us, my mom said sorry and that she is married, he said your husband is away, he wont even know, why don't you enjoy the moment, she said no and slammed the phone. I knew now that if Uncle had the guts he would come and take her or he would sit at home. I patiently waited... After about 15 minutes as I had expected I heard the door click and I saw uncle Raj quietly enter, now I was really excited and pretended to be fast asleep, he locked my room and made way to moms room, I came out of my room through the balcony door, I have a door in my room that opens to the balcony. I slowly looked into my mothers room, uncle went inside and put on the lights, the door was slightly open so I peeped, my beautiful mom was asleep and Uncle Raj sat beside her and kissed her cheek, she woke up with a start and let out a scream. Uncle Raj quickly closed her mouth, she kept quite, then she asked him how he came here and to go now, he explained that I had forgot the key, then mom got up and went far away from uncle Raj and asked him to leave then uncle Raj started saying I'll give you anything you want and all, mom asked him to leave, he said no way and that he has not come to go. He went near her and took her hand in his kept it on his penis and said, you have done this and now you got to do something. Then he said if you kiss me and take my penis in that sweet lovely mouth of yours, then I will never trouble you again. He made mom sit on the edge of the bed and removed his lungi off and then his underwear. His huge monstrous cock stood out straight pointing at mom. The first thing mom said is Oh my God! I cant do this Raj please, its so big, he said don't worry, nothing will happen, you will enjoy it, then what followed was the most surprising thing to me which I never expected to happen, my beautiful, modest mom closed her eyes and was was saying please please, while Uncle Raj put his had through her hair and cupped the back of her head and pushed his huge cock against her lips, I heard mom say mmm... mmm... mmm.... no please mmmm.. and then with one firm push I could see her open her mouth and uncle Rajs' huge tool enter her mouth, I guess it must have been great since Uncle Raj let away a loud moan and kept his cock in her mouth, I could hear voices of mmmm....mmm... from her and her hands was on Uncle Rajs' hands trying to stop him from pushing her face more, it was wonderful to see her lovely lips warped against this monster cock, I wondered how such a huge thing went it, she definitely had her mouth wide open and only the head of the cock and an inch more was in her mouth, then Uncle Raj said take more and pushed more in, till half of his cock went it, I guess he must have felt the head of his cock push against the back of her throat, he stopped and put both his hand around her cheek and cupped her cheek in his hands, she was holding on to his hands, then he pulled his cock out slowly, I must say he is a master at this, he used to tell me how he had sex with his other girls but little did I expect to see him in action with none other than my beautiful mother. Then he removed his cock from her mouth and said you are the most beautiful woman I have ever been with and then asked her to suck his balls and he guided her face to his huge balls, she took each of them in her mouth for about a minute and then he again put his cock near her mouth, this time without saying anything my mom opened her mouth without any resistance and took half of it in her mouth and held it like that and then pulled away and then in again, I could see uncle close his eyes and really enjoy himself, this went on for five minutes and then uncle said, darling take the whole thing in, this time mom removed his cock and said no I cant, its too big, he said just push it into your throat and breathe through your mouth, I was really shocked at Uncles experience and then mom took his penis again in her mouth and this time Uncle Raj put his hands behind her head and pushed her slowly in, after half a little more went it and mom started resisting, he said shhhh..... don't worry, breathe through your mouth and saying so he pushed more and more of his huge cock went in and I could see moms eyes closed until finally her nose touched his pubic hair, he held her there for some time and then pulled out, mom coughed and said please, he simply pushed it in again and deep inside then pulled it out, did this for five minutes, then he sat on the bed and told mom to sit on the floor and take him, she immediately kneeled down on the floor and took his penis in her mouth half way and then uncle pushed her head she took it fully in and this went on for 15 minutes, I could see my mom sweat and uncle too and uncle was moaning and moaning and telling mom he loves her and so on, and told her, come on sweetheart do it faster and my lovely mom immediately started taking his huge cock in and out of her mouth fast, when suddenly uncle pressed her face deep down and was grunting like anything and let out a moan aaaah, aaaah!!! I knew he was cuming, and my mom was struggling to move away, I was imagining how could she take his huge load completely inside, he was shooting his load down her throat, she somehow managed to remove her mouth off his huge cock and just then I saw a huge glob of semen leave Uncle penis and hit her face and lips and then her hair and chest and she opened her mouth and uncle Raj again pulled her towards him and this time she kept her mouth going up and down on his giant cock, I guess she loved it too, after this I saw his cock shrink and she lied down, mom cleaned her face with her pallu and just then uncle Raj pulled her toward him and said thank you and kissed her like anything, he put his hand around her bare waist and pushed it up towards her breasts and pressed it hard, mom let out a moan saying aaaah! ouch! he took both his hand and pressed her as hard as he could she was literally screaming saying ouch its paining no... then they started kissing again and this time mom wrapped her arms around his bald head and his back and kissed back. After this I could see uncles penis getting hard again and then uncle broke the kiss and looked into her eyes and said, I want to fuck you now!! my mom tried to push him and said you said you would leave and I did what you want, now please go, he said no way, from the first time I saw you I wanted to fuck you, she said no no and said your thing it very huge, I can never take it please, then uncle asked how long is your husbands and she said not ever half of yours, please now leave me, he said shut up and any way I'm going to fuck you so better to co - operate and enjoy rather than putting up a fight, I could see tears in her eyes and she said please...... He just started kissing her madly, it was really an erotic site to see a 55 year old grey haired man with a monster cock over my beautiful, very fair and sexy modest mom. It was so erotic to see him just suck those lovely lips of hers, she started saying please I'm married... he would not listen, he just kept kissing her and both his hand were around her bare waist his thumb pushing into her navel and then cupping both her ass globes and squeezing them. She seemed to be very much enjoying cause her hands were around his head but she seemed to be afraid. Finally Uncle Raj broke off the kiss and slid the saree pallu, I have never seen mom naked and it was very exciting to see her this way, I was eagerly waiting to see what she was hiding behind her saree all these years, and uncle Raj slid down her saree pallu and moved on to her waist and held the saree where she had tucked it in near her navel, she caught his hand and would not allow him to remove it, she help on strongly to her saree and pleaded with him saying please I cant do this I'm married and you are too big for me, I cant please let me go now, I did all you wanted me to to, I'm a married woman. But uncle Raj just gave a final hard pull and her saree was loose he kissed her and in the process he pulled off her saree fully and threw it away and it landed on the floor! Then they kissed madly and uncle pulled her on him and from behind pulled her petticoat and put his hand on her ass and pressed it and that was when I saw my beautiful moms white milky thighs and ass, uncle Raj must really be lucky, mom started resisting and pulling her petticoat down, but uncle Raj got his grip in her panties and pulled it down and I saw her lovely ass, milky white and round and plumpy, uncle then pressed her lovely bare ass and put one finger inside she stopped resisting and was moaning like anything, she was aaaaaaaahhh aahhaaaahhhh, he pushed it in and out 10 to 15 times and she just kissed him and was shaking, she must have had an orgasm, then Uncle pulled away her panties and threw it beside her saree on the floor and she shouted No! again he kissed her and said remove your blouse and saying so he laid her on the bed and got on top of her, she would not remove it so he also started and then finally I saw my beautiful mother open her blouse for uncle Raj to enjoy, they were kissing while she removed her blouse and finally that too was thrown away near her saree, she was wearing a black bra, it looked so beautiful and then Uncle put his had behind her back and unstrapped her bra and pulled it away, that was the treat of my life to see her huge soft breasts in view with huge pinkish brown areolas, it looked so beautiful. Mom & Nurse This story was kindly edited by Zebra thank you so much He heard a click then the sound of music started to flood the room as Tim's alarm clock started going off. As he rolled over and opened his eyes he saw the red numbers - it was 7:30 am! He had to be at school by 8 o'clock! He rolled onto his back and groaned; he hadn't felt well all week. His stomach had been bothering him and for the first two days he was home he had been running a temperature. Tim was 18 now and it was his senior year in high school but he would rather have stayed at home everyday instead of going to school. Usually he could get away with staying home from school because it was just him and his mother in the house. Tim's father had left when he was 10 and was no longer in contact with either of them. His mom worked hard and took care of Tim. She had given him everything he wanted which didn't leave a whole lot of time for herself. She was an attractive 40 year old blonde with a cute little body which she kept in shape by going to the gym and watching what she ate. She loved her son more then anything and had grown close to him in the 8 years since his father had left. As she walked into his room she saw Tim lying on his back staring up at the ceiling. When he heard her in the doorway he raised his back a little and looked at her saying, "Hi". She slowly walked over to his bed and started to lower herself down to take a seat on the edge of it. She asked how he was feeling and Tim told her he still wasn't feeling up to going to school - his stomach was still bothering him. She reached her hand out and pressed it to his forehead to see whether or not he had a fever. He didn't feel warm but she thought that his fever may just not have been up at that moment. She thought it over and decided it wouldn't matter if he stayed home today because it was already Friday - missing one more day wouldn't make a difference. She reached out and patted his chest telling him it was ok and that he could stay home today to rest. Tim lay back and closed his eyes while his mom's hand slowly rubbed his chest soothing and relaxing him. She decided she was going to take the day off and take care of him in order to make sure that he went back to school on Monday. To be sure he got better she decided to call a nursing service and have someone come check him out and maybe write a prescription for some antibiotics. As she walked out of his room, making her way into the kitchen, she looked through her list of phone numbers and found what she was looking for. She picked up the phone and dialed the number for the nursing service. She held the phone to her ear listening while it rang. After a few minutes a girl's voice broke the silence announcing the name of the nursing service. Tim's mother explained that he had been home all week complaining of a sore stomach and that he had a slight fever. The woman told her they would be able to send a nurse to check on him around lunch time; the nurse's name was Nately. Around 12 o'clock there was a knock at the front door and Tim's mom quickly made her way through the house to answer it. As she swung it open she smiled when she saw Nately standing in front of her. Nately was 22, she had brunette hair down to her shoulders and a small athletic body. The uniform she was wearing was all white with an opening on her chest that allowed for a view of her cleavage. "Hi Miss Woods, how are you? I'm Nately," she said as she walked through the front door, making her way inside. Laughing, Tim's mom said, "You don't have to call me Miss Wood, Janice will be just fine." After a few moments Janice swung the front door shut and said, "Shall we make our way to the patient's room?" They made their way through and upstairs to the second floor. As they walked down a hallway Nately could see a door standing open a little way down on the left hand side. Janice swung the door fully open and as she did so, Tim lifted himself onto his elbows to see who was coming in. Nately and Janice made their way inside moving towards the bed; Nately set her bag down on the floor. Janice sat next to her on the bed watching as Nately reached into her bag pulling out a thermometer and a small tube of something. Nately set them on the bed then turned to face Janice and Tim; she started to explain what she was going to do. "I need to start by taking his temperature. Unfortunately I do not have my normal thermometer so I am going to have to do it the old fashioned way." Janice raised her eyebrows a little because she knew exactly what Nately meant - she had to stick the thermometer in Tim's ass in order to take his temperature. Janice turned towards Tim and Said, "You're gonna need to roll over on your stomach sweetheart." Tim seemed a little confused at first but then he pushed off the covers and rolled over onto his stomach, putting his head down on the pillows. Nately suggested that maybe Janice would like to pull down his pants; that might make Tim feel more comfortable. Tim froze when he heard this. He didn't realize that he would have to pull his pants down exposing his ass to Nately and his mom. He felt his mom's fingers slowly hook into the waist band of his pajama pants and start to slide them down his legs. She eventually got them all the way down and one leg at a time she pulled the pants off, then tossed them onto the floor. Nately grabbed her tube of lubricant and unscrewed the cap. Setting it on the night stand she turned back towards Tim and his mother saying, "Janice would you mind helping while I lubricate Tim's ass for the thermometer?" Janice said, "I don't mind. Just let me know what I have to do. I'm here to help you." Nately normally wore gloves when she did this but she decided to see what she could get away with this time. She took a hold of Janice's hands and placed them on Tim's ass, then she let go and reached for her bottle of lubricant. She said, "Janice, I need you to just spread apart his butt cheeks so I can rub this on his asshole." Janice loved the feel of her son's tight little butt under her hand. She started to get kind of excited as she started to slowly push his cheeks apart exposing her son's sweet little asshole. She looked down and got even more excited looking at his cute puckered little hole. He was completely smooth and hairless. Tim was pressed down against the mattress not really sure what to think as his mom spread apart his ass cheeks. He could feel a cold wet substance being spread on his asshole. Nately had squeezed some lube on his asshole and then reached over to the nightstand, grabbing the cap to screw it back on. She then set the tube aside and moved back towards Tim. She looked over catching Janice's eye. They smiled at each other then Nately said, "I just need to lubricate his asshole before I slide the thermometer inside." Janice nodded as Nately slowly moved her hand forward extending her middle finger towards Tim's little asshole. She started by slowly rubbing the lubricant around the rim of his asshole then began to apply pressure as she pushed her ungloved finger inside. She heard Tim take in a short breath as she started to push her finger all the way inside his tight ass. She felt his asshole clench around her finger as she pushed forward. She looked over to see Janice's face. Janice was now staring as she watched Nately slowly start to finger her son. Tim was lying still for the most part but was making small movements when Nately's finger went all the way inside. As Janice watched, Nately's finger pushed all the way inside; then when she was completely inside she stopped moving it. She found it sexy seeing the finger deep inside her sons sweet little ass cheeks - it was starting to make her wet. As she watched, Nately pulled her finger slowly back and then once again moved it into Tim's butt. Tim was starting to moan a little and push off the mattress. He seemed a little uncomfortable as if something was bothering him. Janice looked down and asked, "Tim is something wrong sweetie? Do you need Nately to stop?" Tim didn't respond. He just lay there allowing Nately to slowly finger fuck him. Janice let go of Tim's butt cheeks and moved her hand to his hip now and slowly started to rub the smooth skin. He wiggled under her touch as her fingers slowly made their way under him. He pushed up allowing them to slide under his body. Nately was watching this and started to get really excited and decided that she was going to finger fuck Tim deeply to excite him more. As she watched, Janice slipped her hand under her son and allowed her fingers to find her son's now hard cock. She was surprised how hard his cock was. She slowly started to stroke him until she was fully jerking him off. As Janice jerked his hard cock, Nately finger fucked his anus deeply. The two women looked at each other and smiled as they continued playing with Tim. Tim started moaning loudly and pushing back on Nately's finger as his cock started to fuck his mom's hand, Tim knew he was close to cumming. Nately felt his tight asshole squeeze around her finger as it started to pulse. She knew he would be coming soon. Janice rapidly pumped her son's cock until she felt the warm spray of his cum on her fingers as she continued to jerk him off. As he was cumming Nately pulled her finger out of Tim's ass and looked over at his mother as she jerked the last few spurts of cum out of his cock. Janice looked at Nately's finger then leaned forward and slowly took it into her mouth tasting her son's sweet ass all over it. She sucked it for a few minutes then finally let it slide out between her lips. Nately left shortly after, leaving Tim and his mom to clean up the cum mess he had just shot all over his bed. [I love reading stories about incest, they always really turn me on. This has been one of my first attempts at writing one. I am really interested in knowing what everyone thinks about it so please send some feedback. Thanks for reading!] Mom and Rita This is a re-submission of this story, minus a few minor editing errors that slipped through the first time, but which have now been corrected. * There had been rumours, years ago when she was younger, that my mother's best friend Rita had had affairs with a couple of her students. There had been much quieter rumours, years ago, that my mother Beth had bedded one or two of Rita's students herself. I was insulated from most of these stories, but they were nonetheless "out there" in the realm of the various urban legends that floated around this town, and I wasn't so naïve that I didn't know about Rita's reputation as a cougar. Since I was going to college in a different city now, all that was long behind me. That was years ago too, mind you, when a student would actually have wanted to fuck Rita or my mother. Now that they're 54 and 55 years old respectively, it's doubtful either one of them could bed a young stud. I, of course, would be happy to lay down with either one of the lovely ladies. My mother especially. Physically, they weren't really similar. Rita had a small face and an even smaller frame. She was quite pretty, with a square face that was highlighted with short dirty blonde hair. Tiny pert breasts topped off her narrow, flat tummy, which rose from her non-existent hips, which in turn led to a pair of small, almost bony legs. Her pasty inner thighs were just a little bit floppy now, and her tanned skin wasn't nearly as taught as it once had been, sagging now in all the right places. I'd love to nail the old party girl though. Beth was much softer in looks, and much prettier. She was very much the Jaclyn Smith type, if you can remember that far back. A pretty, motherly face with huge brown eyes that sometimes still hid under the brown bangs of her wavy, shoulder length hair. Her boobs were fatter than Rita's but not by much, providing a much fuller and more inviting cleavage. Her tummy, once flat as a board, now had the faintest pot on it, not a big one but a little more meat than your typical twenty year old. She wasn't fat by any means but she had widened somewhat over the years, if you know what I mean. Their bums were delightful. Mom's was wide and flat while Rita's looked small and bony in comparison. Both were soft and round enough though, and they worked well for them. Their legs were nice and smooth, with shapely calves on both of the ladies. Beth had a couple burst veins on her legs now and she too was a little sloppy on the inside thigh, but her gams were flattening in the back in the nicest of ways. I was fascinated by the rumours about Rita, and of course by the complementary rumours about my mother, but I had never seen any indication that these women were anything but two normal, suburban, middle class, respectable ladies. Surely they had a completely innocent friendship and any rumours about their extra-marital sex lives were just stories out of school intended to take a shot a hard-nosed teacher. I always wondered how my mother's name got involved in the plot, though, since she never worked after her kids had been born, and so she really wasn't known around town. In any event, stories about both of the ladies had once provided my endless wanking fantasies to spur on my horny young mind. Fast forward about fifteen years and you arrive at the present day, when Rita has retired and she and my mother spend their days shopping and eating lunch. Good work if you can get it! I was visiting home for a few weeks last summer, catching up with old friends and re-visiting the hang outs of my youth, but had become horribly bored after the second week and really didn't know what to do with myself. On one particular day, Rita was having some work done on her house's foundation, and my mom was over there to keep her company while the repair work was being done. With nothing else on the go, I decided to walk over to Rita's place to have an afternoon drink with my mother and her old friend. There was a work truck in the driveway of course, some masonry outfit. I walked along the side of the house to the back gate, figuring that's where the girls were hanging out. Rita has a huge grassy back yard, with a cozy patio up near the back entrance to her kitchen, and a tall hedge lining the outside of the entire property. As I walked around the corner into the yard, the girls were at the other end of the house, outside, watching the workers digging up Rita's foundation, and chatting amicably. I leaned one shoulder against the back of the house and soaked up the view of these lovely, aging, fifty-something women. My mother was wearing blue lycra shorts, far too short for a woman her age, but they displayed her shapely legs perfectly. Long but with what can only really be called baby fat, they weren't model-quality legs, but they certainly belonged on display. I loved the way they were widening just a bit in the back, and the way they flattened out and spread when she sat on the picnic table's bench. She was gently rocking her left leg side to side, obviously enjoying the view of the two workmen that she was soaking up, and this caused the slight pads of fat on the back of her thighs to flatten and spread over and over. I could imagine my mother's legs rocking in a similar fashion as she lay on her back, with me on top of her, slapping my pelvis against hers. Sitting there, she kind of reminded me of a schoolgirl sitting on a bench at lunch, watching the cute boy as she ate her sandwich. Except this girl was 40 years older than that imaginary schoolgirl! Rita's legs, surprisingly, were very similar to Beth's, but even thinner. Hers didn't have the fullness of mother's but they too were softening as she got older, discolouring, and just starting to sag with age. Since Rita was wearing sophe shorts, I could make out the creamy white flab on her inner thighs as she sat chatting with my mother. My cock started to twitch. The workers were an interesting pair in their own right. The guy in charge was about 35, a somewhat handsome black guy with a bit of beer belly, but not too much. His assistant was maybe twenty, a white guy with a harder body than his boss. It was an interesting mix, these two old ladies with these two younger fellows. Not having been seen by any of the players in the back yard, I decided to spy for a bit. There was a high hedge that lined the perimeter of Rita's property, buttressed against her 8-foot wooden fence. Having played there as a kid, I knew that there was just barely enough room between the fence and the hedge for a person to walk between, and be hidden from both sides. So I went back to the gate to the backyard, and slipped behind the hedge. I walked up along the side of the fence until I had a good view of the ladies, gently pushed apart a couple branches, and peeked through to watch the show. Rita had stood up to pour my mother another glass of wine. As she leaned over, I was treated to a view of the sides of her breasts as they hung forward. She had small tits, but they were tasty looking indeed. Very white, pasty sacks of meat hanging from her rib cage. Beth took her glass of wine and stood up, allowing me a view of her womanly silhouette, narrow up top, a little wider at the hips, and somewhat narrower again down below. She certainly made one want to breed her. She walked over to the workers, who were digging in a trench along the foundation of the house, and leaned over at the waist to talk to them. I had a full frontal view as she bent over. Her b-cups hung low like Rita's, but filled out her sleeveless top so much more nicely, as she had so much more boob to display. I was treated to a wonderful show of my mother's tempting cleavage, and it was clear that the workers were enjoying the view as well. I wondered what was going on, as mother must surely have known that she was putting her goods on display, and that wasn't like her at all. The men, for their part, were eating the women with their eyes. They likely didn't spend much time flirting with women in their 50's but since they were the only show available right now, why not? The girls kept looking at each other and giggling while they flirted; it was a weird setup. Rita and Beth went inside the house briefly, bringing a half-dozen beer with them on their return. I heard Rita suggest the guys take a break and join them at the picnic table. My mom Beth and the black guy sat beside each other while Rita and younger guy were side by side as well, across the table from my mother and her new friend. Neither guy had a shirt on, so it was a curious sight, these two older women drinking a beer with two younger, sweaty, shirtless workers. Again, my cock stirred at the sight and at the thought of infidelity. What would happen if my dear sweet mother followed this scenario through to its potential conclusion? Rita either didn't share my concerns, or she did share them but wanted to indulge herself in some fun, because she reached over and rubbed the young guy's chest, commenting on how hard his muscles were. Taking the cue, he got up and started posing like a body builder, joking and smiling the whole time. Rita stood up and felt his muscles as he posed, rubbing his arms and chest, and laughing along with the kid as Beth and the black guy sat watching and laughing too. I heard Rita ask the young guy to come inside as she wanted to snap some photos for keepsakes, and the two of them walked into the house through the back door, arm in arm, leaving my mother alone with her "date". Beth and black guy chatted for a while, I heard him mention how open and playful Rita seemed, and he asked if she was always like that. My mother laughed and leaned into the guy to answer, her hand falling on his leg as she whispered in his ear. I couldn't make out what she said, but I sure as heck noticed his arm rise up and come to rest on my mother's shoulder, him pulling her a little closer to him as they exchanged whispers and giggles. I was more than a little weirded out by the setting. My mother does not usually talk to strange men, let alone joke with them or whisper in their ears. She seemed so different than she does at home, more open, more playful, yes even more sexual, with her legs, shoulders and breasts on display, sitting intimately with a strange black man in a private setting while her best friend had disappeared inside with another younger fellow. As you might imagine, I was both disturbed and turned on by the site of my 55 year old mother sitting next to shirtless black man, and I was struck by the contrast of her white top and her alabaster skin next to the stark blackness of this guy's naked torso. It was surreal. Rita had been inside for about 15 minutes by now, and Beth looked over her shoulder, and said she was going inside to see what's up. She left the black guy alone outside, although his eyes were glued to her wide ass as she walked into the house. Beth stole a glance over her shoulder just as she walked in the door, catching the guy staring at her bum, and they exchanged a knowing smile. Once she was inside, the guy rubbed his dick a few times, took a swig of beer, stood up, walked around the table for a bit, rubbed his dick some more, then went inside the house as well, leaving me alone in the hedge, with thoughts of my Beth's beautiful motherly body, of the possibility of her infidelity and its consequences, and with a rock hard boner poking against my shorts. I must have stood there hidden behind the bushes for 20 minutes, waiting for them to come out of the house so I could be assured that nothing was wrong, that this was a simply workday interaction between some contractors and their client. But they didn't come out, and enticing thoughts of my mother and sex raced through my mind. As horrible as what was going on had the potential to be, it was so erotic for me to be thinking of my mother as a sexual creature, desired and pursued by other men. And the thought of her being willingly caught by one of those men, and the thought that she might soon be engaged in an illicit act of sweaty, sticky, desperate, savage, carnal sex, pushed my libido over the edge. I had to know what was going on. I quietly stepped through the hedge and walked directly to the back door of Rita's house, then stopped and listened. If I was caught, it was no problem, as I would say that I was simply popping over for a visit - no harm in that. It was very quiet though, and when I put my face to the glass on the back door, no one could be seen inside. I gently opened the door, thanking the heavens that it didn't squeak, and stepped inside the house. The back door led directly into the kitchen, which was empty, so I walked through to the other side, where a doorway led to the living room. There was no one in that room either, but there were certainly signs of life. A digital camera lay on the coffee, table, undoubtedly the one Rita had used to take pictures of the younger worker. I picked it up to review the photos in its memory, which were all of the young guy posing with his shirt off. The last photo showed him unbuckling his belt while pushing his hips forward. Obviously, Rita had had a good show from the kid!! Putting the camera down, I looked around the living room to see what else I could find. More beer bottles, and a nearly-empty bottle of red wine on the coffee table. The girls had been drinking all afternoon, so they were primed when they came inside, but to go through a whole bottle of wine in about half an hour meant some real power drinking. Then, bang, I saw something that took the wind out of me, a bra lying beside the couch! Jackpot – here was my proof that one of the lovely ladies was much less innocent than she let one. But which one? Probably Rita, I guessed. The young worker would have put on a little strip tease for her, grinding his crotch up against her while she bumped back at him, and they would then have grabbed one another, groped each other's bumps, kissed, and soon enough Rita would have either stripped herself, or been stripped by the young guy, who would then paw her pasty white naked breasts, suck her hardening nipples, and sweep her into his arms, their lips locked together as he carried her upstairs to ravage her worn out old body. So she was a slut after all!! The rumours were confirmed. But my stomach dropped when I looked in the corner of the room and saw, to my horror and to my delight, another bra lying on the floor. One of those bras obviously belonged to my sweet, caring, demure, married mother!! I walked over and picked up this second bra, which was a small b-cup, bigger than Rita's and pretty much the size my mother would wear. And as I bent over to pick it up, I saw her tank top lying behind the couch, seemingly having been casually tossed there as the black worker peeled the clothing off my mother in preparation for the sinful act which was surely to follow. Fuck I was turned on. I could picture the worker and my mother holding each other in Rita's living room, slowly dancing to imaginary music, their bodies pressed against one another as their hands explored each other's warmer bits, his large black hands gently squeezing her wide bum as he pulled her mound against his hardening cock, teasing her and making her moisten and whimper. Soon enough, her lips, so pouty and wet, the lips that had kissed me innocently for so many years, would have pressed against his large mouth, blood rushing to their loins as their lips met and they exchanged fluids for the first time. He would have pulled her harder against him as their tongues darted into each others' mouths, hesitantly at first then violently and urgently, his cock hardening even more as her aged body continued to pump more fluids to her pussy, her body knowing instinctively that it was about to be violated, penetrated by a massive intruder which would need extra lubrication to reach the depths leading to my mother's sacred womb. I wondered whether he picked her up to carry her to the bedroom, or if they held hands as they raced each other to the back of the house to lay down together and make a zebra-coloured, swirling, grunting beast on one of Rita's beds. I dropped the bra and headed towards the back of the house, still not seeing or hearing anyone else. There was a pair of blue polyester shorts lying on the landing at the top of the stairs. Beth's shorts. So they must have run upstairs together, my mother peeling off her clothing as she jogged to the back rooms, eager to get right down to business when they reached the bedroom. I walked up the stairs towards the back bedrooms, careful not to make the stairs squeak. It was oh so quiet. There were five doors along the upstairs hallway that I was looking down. The two doors on the right were bedrooms, I knew that from having been in the house before. The first door on the left was a large closet, the second door on the left was the upstairs bath, and the master bedroom was the last door on the left; it overlooked the back yard. The door to the first bedroom was wide open and it was empty, no action there, so I crept further down the hall. The door to the second bedroom was half closed, so I pressed my back against the hallway wall, my heart beating like a drum and in my head it sounded so loud I was sure it could be heard on the street. Was I about to see my mother getting fucked? I slowly peered around the doorway, the bed coming into view little by little, my pulse racing faster and faster. But this room was empty as well. No action going on in it. That left door number three, the master bedroom. She had to be there, since the bathroom was empty, and it was definitely her shorts lying at the top of the stairs. I looked back at those shorts, casually strewn on the landing as if my mother stripped off her shorts for strange men every day, as if peeling her pants off prior to casual sex with a stranger was a normal occurrence that didn't warrant any special attention. But where were Rita and her lover, then? Probably in the basement bedroom or in the family room downstairs, on that big comfy couch they had down there. It was perfect for raw animal sex. I turned my head back towards the door to the master bedroom, which was open just a crack. Darkness poured through the crack in that door, and I had to see what lay beyond it. When I slowly and quietly pulled the bedroom door open, I could not have been more richly rewarded. There in perfect profile was my lovely mother, naked, lying on her back crossways on the bed, her head hanging over the side of the bed, her eyes squeezed shut and her soft, pretty face twisted in pleasure, with a naked black man's head buried in her hairy pussy, ravaging her womanhood with his mouth. The adulterous scene was exquisite. My stomach was in knots, mind you, knowing that this was my freaking mother getting eaten out in front of me, but it was a beautiful sight. My mother's left leg, the one further away from the doorway where I stood, was bent upwards at the knee, rhythmically rocking back and forth as her left hand playfully rubbed the top of the worker's hair, occasionally moving down to her pussy to stimulate herself and help the worker bring her pussy closer to flooding. Her right leg was straight out beneath her, the workers' black hand gently rubbing the side of her thigh as his tongue worked her frothy pussy. Beth's right arm was flung beside her head, her right hand gripping the edge of the mattress as her body fluttered at the attention it was receiving down below. That image will be forever engrained in my mind, the first image I ever had of my darling mother enthralled in the throes of passion. I had never thought of her as a sexual creature before, but here she was, enjoying a robust tongue lashing, proving me wrong. Her stuttered breathing soon gave way to shorter, more frequent breaths, and she put both her hands on top of the guy's head. Her head jerked upwards, her eyes opened wide, and an initial, sharp moan escaped her lips. It sent tingling tremors down my spine. Soon it was followed by another, more urgent moan of passion as the guy's rhythmic licking brought my mother closer to orgasm. She started softly wailing, the musical whine of her groans resounding off the walls of the bedroom. Her singing became more and more uniform and she scrunched her legs up tightly around the black guys' head, her tiny feet dangling in the air as her thighs flattened and widened. The small rolls of baby fat on her white tummy squished against each other as she looked down at the top of the workers' head, now swirling feverishly as he brought her closer. The smell must have been overwhelming for him, his face buried between this drunk 55 year old white woman's crotch as her creamy thighs squeezed his skull, drawing his face deeper into her womanhood. Mom and Rita Her hips were pumping furiously now, her breathing short and fast as she approached the edge of climax. I turned away at the last second, as she shot her legs straight up into the air, as her neck whipped back and as she roared, literally roared, as a painful, fiery, explosive orgasm rocked my mother's pasty flesh, sending shockwaves of pleasure from her toes, up her legs, through her pussy and the small of her back, all through her spine until the intensity of her pleasure screamed out her throat and echoed through the bedroom. I was as drained as she must have been, my knees trembling in the hallway as I thought of my sweet mother coming at the end of a black stranger's tongue. Hot stuff, that!! The bedroom went quiet fairly quickly. Her orgasm must have been short but intense. She had evidently stopped cumming as now I could hear her panting loudly, trying to regain her composure after the earthquake that had just passed through her body. I could hear the worker giggle a bit, and muffled words were exchanged between the two of them. They were surely talking about how great a cunnilinguist this guy was. Sheesh. I heard the bed creak a bit so I quickly peeked back into the doorway in case they were getting up. I didn't want to get caught peeping in on all this. But I needn't have worried. Things were evidently far from over. The black guy had simply moved his large dark frame over top of my tiny mother's prone body, bracing himself on his elbows as he started to kiss her softly. I was struck by the contrast in their skin, his ebony stomach melting into her own pasty white belly as her lips rose to meet his mouth. I could hear the smack of their spit as they kissed each other harder now, her hands pulling his face down onto hers, then her right had reaching down to stroke his cock, softer now than it had been but about to come back to life at my mother's touch. She worked him furiously, pumping his shaft up and down in an overhand fashion as they kissed and pecked each other's faces. She had a handful, she knew, but after the oral workout he'd just given her, her pussy was more than wet enough to accommodate his veiny black stick. The worker raised his face from my mother's and smiled down at her; he knew it was his turn now. Beth spread her thighs a little wider and looked down to where their bellies met, black on white. She guided the tip of his fat long cock to the slick opening of her clit, and pushed the head of his rod into her hairy trap before returning her arms around his neck and letting him finish the entry. He too looked down to where their groins met, and spreading his own legs a little wider to brace himself for the pounding he was about to deliver, he moved his hips up a bit and entered her halfway. She kissed him hard and squeezed her wide white legs against his sides as he pulled back a little bit then entered her in one smooth motion, burying his black cock inside my mother's cunt, all the way to the hilt. He kissed the side of her neck then put his mouth on her freckly shoulder, seeming to either suck on it or bite it as he reached down and grabbed her soft flesh ass and pulled her mound harder against his hips. Their pelvises pressed hard against each other and their pubic hairs meshed in a sweaty tangle as he pulled his hips back then started to fuck her. He used her ass as a gripping point as he rammed his groin hard against her sloppy pussy again and again. He wasn't going to make love to her or even fuck her, really. He was simply going to use her aged married white pussy as a masturbation aid, pleasuring himself with the slick, velvety walls of my mother's vaginal tract before dumping his load deep into her moist inner sanctum. If she wasn't willingly lying there beneath his black hulk, her hands on his ass pulling him harder and deeper into herself with every thrust, it would have been more like a rape than consensual sex. But it wasn't rape, it was adultery, my mother's casual, urgent, sweaty, noisy, violent, interracial adultery, and I was standing there watching the whole thing. He savaged her. I couldn't believe this was pleasurable for my mother, and she looked like she was in pain. Her face was scrunched and tears seemed to stream from her eyes. She moved her hands off his neck and put them between her own stomach and the black abdomen that was slamming her hard against the bed. I could hear and see their stomachs, shiny with the sweat of sexual exertion, slapping against one anther again again and again as he kept bouncing my mother off the mattress before slamming her back down onto it, fucking her ruthlessly. He must have been penetrating too deep, because she tried hard to push him off her, but her tiny hands were ineffectual as they strained against the body that was crushing her while it simultaneously split her in half. But I knew she wasn't really trying to buck him off her. She was merely trying to lessen the pain of the deep and violent penetration of her womanhood, trying to control things a little bit. Her legs were still wrapped around his back and even while her hands tried to push him off her, her thighs pulled him back in. Clearly, my mother liked rough sex. It hurt her, yes, but she wanted to be hurt, she wanted to be used, she wanted to be a flailing, crying, hopeless, anonymous fuck toy, rent in half by the massive steed that was riding her sagging, washed up old body. My mother was nothing more than a cunt, to be spread open and enjoyed by whoever had the urge. I watched the show for a little longer but it started to get to me, seeing my mother worked over like that. She wasn't going to come again; this was all about him. Thankfully, he reached his limit, and my gut was rotten with grief as I watched the black guy squeeze her ass hard, pull her slick pussy tightly against his crotch, arch his back, and grunt as he released his semen into my mother's depths. I was watching my mother willingly take a stranger's come into her body. Even though she was too old to get pregnant, I imagined his sperm racing deeper into her body, seeking her fertile ovaries and penetrating one of her eggs. I imagined my 55 year old white married mother being bred by the black man on top of her, her belly stretching as his child grew inside her, my father not knowing that it was another man's seed growing inside his wife, inside my mother, and that it was a black baby that was going to slide out of her vagina. Standing there in the hallway, the only thing that could have turned me on more was if it had been my baby growing inside her, stretching her stomach, making her fat, and squealing as it slid out from between her thighs. I would love to own my mother's body like that, to take her from my father and breed her until she couldn't drop any more kids. Too bad it was some other guy on top of her right now, and too bad she was past her due date and couldn't have my child, even if I could find a way to get inside her. The sex was over now, and the worker slipped his cock out of my mother and lay down beside her, rubbing her back and kissing her in the warmth of their post-coital moment. The dampness of the bedroom slipped past me through the crack in the door through which I had been watching this unholy coupling, the sweat of their combined exertions raising the moisture content in the bedroom to a sticky, heavy level. Suddenly, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I felt a hand on my lower back. I yelped, not knowing what was going on, and my mother and her new lover both jerked their heads towards me, standing in the doorway and intruding on their intimacy. It was one of those moments when time stands still, the three of us looking at each other and unable to speak. It was Rita's voice that broke the silence. "She looks good, doesn't she", I heard Rita say. She was standing beside me, completely naked, her hair frazzled, her freckled shoulders drooped just a little bit forwards, her small tits hanging down and outwards, her tummy slightly bulged, not fat but not fit either. I looked down at her small body and then looked back at my mother's own curvier frame, still entwined with the black man who had just enjoyed her, and I compared the two old women once again, and once again I preferred my mother's more womanly figure. This all went through my mind in about a tenth of a second. And I had no idea what to say or do. But Rita did. "Beth is always so passionate in bed. She must sweat off 10 pounds of water when she's with a lover, she gets into it so much. Can't you smell the scent of her sex just hanging in the air? That's the scent of your mother, you know, the scent of your mother's sex. Wonderful, isn't it? And she likes the big ones. She's a real size queen, and I'll bet this guy's hung like a fucking bear, which is why there's a lot of sweat in the air right now. Breathe deeply." I was in a daze, and still unsure what to do, this was so messed up. I inhaled deeply like Rita said, and yes I could smell the sex hanging in the air. The sex and the smell of beer and wine being sweated out of my mother's pores. Beth hadn't said anything either, even though we were staring at each other, our eyes locked the whole time Rita was talking. And who knew what was going through the worker's head? He had come out to a simple foundation job, wound up getting laid by a 55 year old woman, and was now lying on top of her while the homeowner stood naked in the doorway beside some younger guy. But Rita wasn't shy. She pulled my closer to her and kissed my neck, swirling her tongue against my skin before nibbling on my ear lobe. "I want to fuck you" Rita whispered to me. "I have a real problem" she said. "One cock is never enough for me and I need to fuck you to help me get through this. I really need you inside me right now." She stepped in front of me and put her arms around my neck, kissing me full on the mouth. I kissed back, instinctively, but I was still kind of fucked up by all this. Regardless, I stroked her sides and her back, surprised at how soft a 54-year old woman's skin could be. It was smooth and delightful. I let my hands wander down to her even softer, naked bum, and gently rubbed her meaty cheeks before squeezing and kneeding her fleshy ass. We broke our kiss long enough for me go lower my face to her breasts, and I sucked one then the other nipple into my mouth, flicking them with my tongue as I continued to stroke her back. She gasped and forced her tits hard against my face, obviously happy at the attention. I was hard through this entire ordeal. Our mouths found each other again and I pulled her belly against my iron-hard shaft, letting her know that I too was enjoying our contact. Her hand immediately flew to my shaft and rubbed it roughly, through my shorts, stroking me while we kissed. It seemed to me that she was laughing with giddiness, her pleasure stifled by the fact that my tongue was wrapped around her tonsils. Without warning, Rita broke our kiss and ran into the bedroom, flinging the door wide open as she entered the room. I had totally forgotten my mother was still lying on the bed, watching all this. One track mind, easily distracted! Rita threw herself onto the bed, landing on her back beside Beth, and gave me a wicked "come hither" look. She just wanted my cock inside her, and fast. I was paralyzed by the sight of my still naked mother, and really confused, but damn I was horny. So I slowly and (I think) gracefully strutted into the room, tearing my shirt off on the way to the bed, and I flung myself on top of Rita, kissing her hard as her hands started working my belt buckle. In the background to all this, I heard my mother sing delightedly "oh my god", but in an excited voice, as though she couldn't believe this was happening and was amused and pleasingly entertained by the idea of her son coupling with her best friend right in front of her. I can't even guess what the black guy was thinking, but he must have been too weirded out by all this, because the bed rocked as he hopped off it and headed out the door. Rita and I ignored him but my mother blurted out "oh fuck" as she stood up beside the bed and watched him leave. "Well you finally got him didn't you?" I heard my mother say. Rita broke our kiss and looked at Beth over my shoulder. "I waited long enough, and he's of age" Rita said. "I just got laid, Beth, and I need a second round. It's either you or him, my dear, and since he's the one on top of me right now, I'll take cock this time. You can join in if you want but his first load goes up me; I need it more and you fucking well know it". This was so bizarre to me. My mother and Rita bargaining over some guy's cock, like it was a normal event in their lives, like they were bargaining over who got to sit in the front seat during a car ride. And that guy with the cock was me, for crying out loud! This was surreal. But I really wanted to fuck Rita, so I didn't care. I just wanted to get laid. Damn though, my mother looked good, standing there, naked, still slick with sweat, looking down at us. I really don't think I could grasp that my own mother was standing naked beside me on a bed, freshly fucked, with the come of some black guy still squishing around in her pussy. Surreal. But I couldn't tear my eyes off her. Her dark hair, flattened and messy from being ground against the mattress, her pretty face, the skin on her neck just starting to turn leathery, the faint liver spots on her shoulders and the freckles on her chest. Her small but full tits, pasty white, hanging freely over her slight tummy bulge. Her pussy, big, red, moist, framed with a matted tangle of black and grey hair. Her creamy white legs, soft and fleshy, that sloppy seam where her inner thighs broke away from the rest of her leg, and starting now to be criss-crossed with the tiny exploded veins that come with age. She was lovely, and she was right there, and she had just been laid. Rita stood up and finished ripping my pants off me, tossing them into a corner the same way she must have tossed her bra onto the floor downstairs. I now knew, too, that my mother had tossed her clothes off with the same casual disregard of a middle-aged woman anticipating sex. I also knew I was just a sex toy in all this, so I simply lay there and let Rita bend over me to remove my underwear as well. She flung them over her shoulder and looked up at me, smiling a wicked smile before grasping my cock and focusing that same wicked smile at it. She kissed the head of my cock and ran her tongue down the length of my shaft, bending my cock out of her way and sucking my swollen balls into her mouth. "No no no no no" I heard my mother say. I looked up at her as Rita stood up and faced, her, toe to toe, leaving my cock bobbing wildly as she turned. "You can't have him, it's not right" my mom said. "He's mine and I can't let you use him like this. If anyone fucks him today it going to be me. And only me!" She stepped around Rita and grabbed my wrist, pulling me up off the bed. Well, she tried to pull me off the bed, but she was too small, so I simply shuffled forward and stood up as well. The three of us, naked, my cock at the full salute, stood looking at each other. The women were burning daggers into each other's eyes. I really wanted to fuck Rita but I can't begin to describe the force of nature that pulled me towards my mother. I took a step towards her, and she looked at me. I put my hand on the crook of her hip and asked her if she was ok, softly rubbing her side as we looked at each other. The contact of my hand and my mother's soft, delicate skin was electrifying and my cock jerked spasmatically, uncontrollably. Rita must have known it was over for her right then, when the bond of family rose to the surface and my mother and I stood together across from her. She surely figured out that she had no chance once mother and son had started down the road together. That horrible, immoral, painful, irresistible, ecstasy-paved road that led to the unspeakable destination. Incest. Beth broke our stare and turned to Rita, half slurring her words as she told her "Go fuck the black guy if you're that horny. This one is mine and mine alone. You can't have him." She turned back to me, and stepped in front of me, taking my hands into hers, her head looking down to the floor. Beth closed her eyes and said "oh god, this is so wrong", then she stepped towards me, letting go of my hands and putting her own small hands on her son's waist. I pulled her into me and we embraced, she nestled her head into my chest as we rubbed each others' backs. I had held her so many times like this, but fully dressed. Some of those times, I had had evil thoughts, but usually it was wholly innocent. This time though, the throbbing erection that poked out at my mother's thighs painted a much different picture and left no doubt as to the nature of this embrace. I was so in love that I didn't even notice Rita leave the room. I lifted my mom's chin and looked into her eyes. Her somewhat glazed eyes. But she was "there" enough to know what was happening. Our foreheads touched and we rubbed noses, Eskimo style, before our mouths lined up suitably for our first real kiss. A kiss not as mother and son, but as lovers. It was electrifying, when our lips met. I was overwhelmed by the combination of the smell of her post coital sweat, the warmth of her soft body pressing against me, the feel of her spine as I rubbed my hands up and down her back, the moistness of her mouth as our lips mashed together and out tongues sparred with each other, the taste of alcohol on her breath, the picky feeling of her pubic hair as I rubbed my left thigh between her legs, and of course the overwhelming emotional connection I was feeling with her at that moment. But neither one of us was in the mood for long foreplay. She had just been eaten then fucked and was still primed for more cock. I had watched the whole thing and was eager for my turn. So, our mouths still locked together, I danced her to the bed and lay her on her back. Breaking our kiss, I explored her face and neck with my mouth, and with my tongue, tasting the salt of her sweat she pushed her head back and frantically rocked it from side to side, exposing as many of her nerves to her son's ministrations as she could. Her body was still highly-tuned from her last orgasm and her nerves fired spark after spark after spark as it prepared itself once again for that ultimate carnal act. I reached down and felt her soaking wet, puffy snatch, greasy with her pussy juices, ready and indeed eager to be raped once again. I moved further down her body, sucking on her soft floppy tits, twirling my tongue around her nipples as my fingers teased her clit, first circling her pussy then tapping her button then rubbing that sensitive nib around and around and around, raising her blood flow and heightening her sensitivities. I poked my tongue into her belly button, causing her to quickly draw in her breath, and I kissed her supple tummy, the fragrance of her snatch filling my nostrils as I drew closer to her very essence. I shuffled down the bed a little further then rammed my nose deep into her pussy, inhaling the scents and odours of her wet cunt, and I was turned on and nauseated by her smells at the same time. I knew her pussy had been well used already today, so I didn't waste any time licking her, even though I truly wanted to taste my mother's juices. Instead, I licked my way around her hole, teasing her, and nibbled on her inner thighs, pulling the smoothness of her yielding legs against the sides of my face as I buried myself in my mother's groin. I kissed my way down her legs, tickled the insides of her knees with my tongue and rubbed her silken calves against my face before spreading her legs and climbing up her body until we were once again face to face. I was now in the same position over top my mother as I had watched the black guy in, before he invaded her body. I was going to invade her body too. Mom and Rita I lowered my mouth to my mom's and we kissed tenderly as I moved my hips forward and guided my aching cock into the hole from which I had emerged so many years ago. She was sopping wet, and loose, and I slid into her crease with no resistance. Soon, I was up her all the way, our pelvises pressing hard against one another. I couldn't believe this was happening. We broke our kiss and she pulled my head into her shoulder. I locked my mouth onto her skin and started to pump myself into and out of my mother. Our slick bellies slid across one another with an odd slurping sound as I violated my Beth's womanhood, jamming hard against her every time I bottomed out on her. I knew she liked it hard so I didn't hold back, and I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close to me, her tits mashing against my chest as I fucked my mother. I was overwhelmed by the sensations and by the imagery of what we were doing, and it was heaven. Soon, it was time. I was too horny to last long, so I reached down and grabbed her wide ass, squeezing her cheeks hard as I rammed myself into her again and again. I moaned loudly as I emptied myself deep inside her pussy, my cum joining the worker's semen in her well-used slot. I again imagined my sperm racing towards her waiting egg, and I pictured my mother fat with my baby inside her. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had. I swear I was scared the force of my shot would send my cum flying out her nose! I looked down at my pretty mother beneath me, her eyes squeezed shut as she bit her bottom lip and enjoyed her own tremors. I wondered if she was thinking about how wrong this was, or if to her it was just more sex. Hard to imagine that three hours ago I had never really thought of her as having a sexual element to her personality, but now I had seen her in explosive action, then joined my body to hers in an unholy coupling. I had finished coming and was slowing down, figuring it was over, but Beth knew better. Not giving me time to go fully soft, she wriggled out from under me and flipped me onto my back. Imagine my joy as I looked up and saw my mother straddling my still-hard cock, reaching down to line it up with her dripping pussy. Her tits flopped low, her stomach creased and sagged over top of me, and her sloppy thighs jigged as she mounted me from up top. She sat down firmly on me, her eyes closed, her pretty face scrunched up, her thighs and ass flattening as she transferred her weight to her hips. She put her hands on my shoulders pinning me to the bed and simply started to ride me, using me as a fuck tool. Beth leaned forward and put her hands on the bed beside my head, sliding her greasy cunt up and down the length of my shaft. She was sure as hell concentrating on pleasuring herself with me. She picked up the pace and soon her sweat was dripping from her wildly flopping tits and from her face onto my forehead. She ground herself and ground herself against me over and over and over. I looked down at where we were joined, at her sweaty belly, at her shiny pussy, and I lifted my head to suck her tits. She moaned at the attention and slammed herself down harder, and I realized that my mother was coming on top of me. That drove me over the edge again, and I came inside her for the second time in less than half an hour, my juices squishing out from the edges of her pussy as my cock churned and churned inside her. She slowed down, eventually, and we changed again to missionary, staying connected through the position change. I grabbed onto her soft wide ass and started fucking her again, trying to keep the hardon alive just a little longer, hoping to brutalize her a little more before we finished. But I wasn't going to come again so soon, and even with the passion I still had, her pussy was too loose to keep me hard. Exhausted, hot, sticky, sweaty, stinky, weirded out, my cum swimming inside my mother, mixed with her previous lover's cum, we held each other as I lay quietly on top of her, both of us recovering from the day's passion. I slept lightly on top of her, her steady breathing taking me to slumberland. I don't know how long I lay on top of her warm body like that, but I could have stayed there forever. Eventually, she stirred beneath me, I awoke. She held me tight as I crushed her, my soft cock still clasped by her lips. "Get off me, this is over, just get off," she said, out of nowhere. I was jolted back to reality as she pushed my chest away from her. She wasn't even looking at me. I got up, looked down at her on the bed, her head turned away from me, her wiry black hair in tangles, her pussy hair matted and wet, her pasty skin bruised red in many places, her chest heaving up and down as she continued to catch her breath, and a slight look of anger on her face. I bent down to kiss her, intending a soft loving finale to our coupling, but she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face hard against hers, our lips mashing together brutally as we swapped spit. This was a tender moment only for me. For her, I was a cock, a young virile hard sex tool. It was convenient that we lived in the same house, so I was sure that there would be future encounters, but I had no misconceptions that this was some kind of grand love story. I was simply my mother's sex toy. One of many, probably. She finished kissing me, and rolled over on her side to go back to sleep. In fairness, she was still pretty drunk, so who could blame her? I simply left the room, bent down to pick up my clothes on the way out. I glanced at her sleepy frame one more time before heading into the bathroom to freshen up and get dressed. I left the house without looking for Rita and I had no idea where her or her black friend were, the guy who had fucked my mother before me. Probably downstairs, still fucking. The young guy was not around either, but their truck was still in driveway. For all I knew, maybe Rita had both guys in bed with her downstairs. I'm sure her and Beth were no strangers to threesomes, or maybe even more. Who knew? Beth came home about 3 hours later, freshly showered and all cleaned up, and simply started cooking dinner. She looked angry, probably at herself for losing control and bringing me in on her secret life. " That never happened, by the way," she scolded me. "Never. Don't you dare say a fucking word to anyone. It's Rita's fault for stripping you down; she's wanted to fuck you for years. I shouldn't have let you get near her, or me either for crying out loud. Fuck." But I knew she'd get over it, and that soon enough she'd be coming into my room at night, after Father had gone to sleep, and riding my willing young cock in the dark, desperately trying to keep her orgasmic whimpers to a minimum so no one would hear our incestuous coupling. She left me wondering about her life outside the house though, and what else she had done, who with and how many times. There was a Beth out there that I did not know, and it turned me on to no end, imagining the games she was getting up to. You never really know a woman. Mom and Sarah I'm eighteen and live with my mother and older sister. My old man took off ten years ago and the only time we hear from him is when his lawyer gives Mom her alimony check. I had always planned to move out and get my own place as soon as I turned eighteen but now I think I'll stay. Day before yesterday, Saturday, Mom and Sarah went shopping and I cleaned up the yard after Friday's storm. I was still at it when they came home, yacking away a mile a minute like they always do. It was a nice warm spring say and I saw Mom opening up the windows. When I went past her bedroom window I stopped short, the window was open, the blind was up and Mom and Sarah were trying on the clothes they bought. We were a fairly easygoing family but this was the first time I ever saw either one of them in their underwear. Sarah saw me watching and said something to Mom, Mom said something to her and they both laughed. But they didn't pull the blind down. So I took that as an invitation to get a closer look. I leaned on the window sill and grinned, "You're lucky it's only me out here, what if I'd been some pervert and saw you half naked?" "I'd say there's already a pervert watching us, wouldn't you, Mother?" "Oh, I don't know, I guess it's normal for a boy to want to see women change clothes." "Don't let me stop you. Like you say, it's normal for a man to watch women changing clothes," then I got brave, "You didn't happen to buy any new undies, did you?" "Jesus, Mother, I think he wants us to strip for him." "It does sound that way, doesn't it?" Sarah came closer to the window and reached for the blind, "If you want to see any more you're going to have to come inside. We're not entertaining the whole neighborhood." She pulled the shade and I ran to Mom's room. Sarah still had her panties and bra on, Mom had removed her bra and had her back to me, taking off her panties. I stopped at the door and gawked. "Your horny son's here, Mother." Mom looked over her shoulder, "You're not coming in here like that. Leave your clothes in your room." I flew across the hall, stripped and hurried back. "Whoa, would you look at the love muscle on the kid!" "You wrap your twat around this love muscle and you won't call me kid anymore." "Is that an invitation or a challenge?" "Invitation." "Hold on, if there isn't enough for everyone there isn't enough for anyone." "Don't worry, Mom, I have enough to go around. I might need a few minutes to rest up after the first one, though. You ladies look like you can really work a man over." "What do you think, Mother? You in the mood to fuck?" "Always. I'm sure you won't mind if the older of the two takes first bite of the forbidden fruit, will you?" "I hope you aren't going to discuss this all day. I never tried it before, but I might be able to eat one of you while I fuck the other one." "Now that sounds like a good idea. Mother?" "Like the man said, I hope we aren't going to discuss this all day. Get your ass on that bed, I want to feel your prick inside me." Mom had expression of pure bliss as she lowered herself around my prick. Mine was probably the same because her snatch felt so damn good. Then my view was blocked when Sarah squatted over my face. Damn, she has a sweet tasting pussy! I jammed my tongue as deep as I could reach and Sarah rocked back and forth on it while Mom rocked back and forth on my cock. I didn't have to do a damn thing except lay there and enjoy two of the finest cunts I ever came across. I held Sarah's cheeks apart so I could breathe. Someone was moaning and Mom was bouncing up and down on my prick, then all of a sudden she dropped down hard and pressed herself as tight as she could. Her pussy twitched, gripping and releasing my prick for what seemed like and hour. I felt her go limp and then she rolled off. As soon as Mom got off Sarah took her place on my wet dick. "You bastard, I'm nearly cumming already." "So am I. You got a real tasty cunt." She kissed me and chuckled, "I do, don't I? ............Oh God! ........... OH GOD, I'M CUMMINNNG!" "So am I! Jesus H. Christ!!!" If Sarah's pussy had teeth my dick would be hamburger. And while her twat chewed and milked my dong I spurted the biggest load I ever shot in a woman. Sarah rolled off and laid beside Mom. They looked at one another and started laughing like a couple of maniacs. "Whooee! All this time we've been jilling and eating one another and we had this magnificent cock right here in the house!" "Hahahaha, and I even wished your old man was back! Henry, how would you feel if I got rid of this old bed and got a king sized for the three of us?" I crawled between them, put an arm around their shoulders and took hold of a couple of tits, "I already feel like I died and went to heaven!" Mom and Saturday Mornings It was not the first time Mom had walked in on me while I masturbated but it was the first time she had done so since I returned home from college that summer. It was a Saturday morning, laundry time. Mom had always started her Saturdays with laundry and had always started early, well before I was ready to get up and often before I had a chance to finish my morning masturbation. Mom had always ignored whatever was going on in my bed and simply collected my clothes, most of which were scattered on the floor. I usually covered myself with a sheet and waited for her exit to resume my task. I did not know why but that morning I did not cover up. I did not think it was to allow Mom to get a good look at my cock because I was nothing close to being an exhibitionist and my cock could only be described as average. My hand did partially cover my cock. I did see Mom glance at my cock a couple of times but as usual she just commented on the state of my room and reminded me that I had a dirty clothesbasket. Also as usual she kissed my forehead before she went out and as she did I took my hand off my cock to caress her shoulder as I normally did, allowing my cock to stand by itself in plain sight. I have never been able to decide if I did that purposely or if I had just been careless. I do know that I was intensely thrilled when Mom's eyes scanned my cock before she left my bedside. No sooner had she left I really had to masturbate. It took a while and a lot of physical effort but eventually my cock erupted into one of its most powerful blasts in memory. I knew it was Mom that had facilitated it. I got up and walked to the hall bathroom naked, another first. As I passed Mom's bedroom I heard her moan loudly and hiss, "Yes, yes." Mom was masturbating. While in the shower two realizations formed in my mind. The first was that I wanted to fuck Mom. The second was that if I played my cards right it could happen. I was twenty years old then, six feet tall and lanky. I was not handsome but was not ugly either. Mom was a small blonde with short hair and a sunny disposition. She was terminally cute. She had small but firm tits that she often allowed to be unconfined by a bra. She had a delectable ass. That Saturday had not been the first time I had seen Mom as a desirable woman but it was the first time it had not been as a pure fantasy. We had hugged and kissed often. Some of our kisses were lip to lip but although they were not quick pecks they were always short. That following week our kisses became softer and longer. I released her from my hugs when I felt my cock begin to harden but sometimes she would not release me until she felt it against her. She apparently wanted to confirm that her soon to be twenty-year old son found her sexy. Dad had left us just about a year before. I was so mad that I had yet to make contact with him. I heard Mom cry herself to sleep for half the previous summer and had suggested to her that I postpone my first year of college and spend the year working and living at home. She was livid that I would even suggest it and actually accompanied me to the university to make sure I enrolled. I called her every day and when I returned home for Christmas her hugs lasted longer and our kisses came more often. That also became true of her friend Joy. I had met her before but she was now Mom's best friend and a fixture in my house. The second Saturday morning of that ensuing summer I removed my hands off my cock as soon as she walked in. My normal array of clothes on the floor was mostly by my bed about even with my crotch. Mom started to pick up several garments at once but then decided to pick them up one at a time. Her eyes went to my cock often. Mine went down her t-shirt and gazed at the top half of her tits. There was no lecture that morning. I think she knew the clothes on the floor had been carefully arranged. Her kiss was a soft lip kiss and her hand caressed my chest. I gave Mom ten seconds to get in her room then ran to her door. I masturbated to her sexual moans. My cock's first volley came so quickly that it splattered on her door. I had at last managed to get my breath back when I heard Mom groan. Her orgasm had arrived. As I showered I realized that I had cum long before she had. I vowed to work on that. There was no way I would fuck Mom unless I knew I could give her an orgasm. As I returned to my room I suddenly worried that I had forgotten to wipe my cum off her door. When I looked it was gone so I decided that I had wiped it up, even though I probably already knew better. The following week our kisses became even longer, our hugs tighter. We were not breaking our hugs until my cock was firmly pressing her body. I spent every single night home watching TV next to her on our sofa holding hands and kissing. Saturday morning I had my dirty clothes piled up on the bed by my feet. I began to masturbate in earnest as Mom came into my room. "Give me a few seconds Mom, then you can take this with you too," I said as I waved a t-shirt in my hand. She immediately understood I intended to catch my cum in it then add it to my laundry stack. She seemed conflicted but eventually she walked up to my bed and watched my hand become a blur as it worked on my cock. She muttered an "Oooh," when my first spurt went straight up and landed on my abdomen. Her eyes widened when it was followed by at least seven more. It was over for me but she appeared to be in a hurry for hers. She impatiently took over wiping the off cum on my body and I felt the back of her hand make contact with my cock a couple of times. She took the clothes off my bed and added them to the basket and hurried out of my room. I could see that my cum soaked t-shirt was in her hand, not the basket. I quickly followed her out and was gratified to see that her door was slightly ajar; in her haste she had not bothered to make sure it was locked. (A month later she confessed to me she had left the door ajar on purpose. She had hoped I would watch her). I gave her a few seconds but as soon as I heard her first moan I opened her door just enough to peek in and watched her masturbate. She was rubbing my cum covered shirt on her naked body as at least two fingers frantically worked her pussy. Her orgasm came quickly and loudly. I stepped away from the door but before I got to the bathroom I could hear her moaning; she had apparently resumed masturbating. It became clear that satisfying Mom sexually was going to be a challenge. It became a bigger challenge that week as Mom curtailed the number of our kisses and the intensity of our hugs. That next Saturday morning she just calmly waited for me to masturbate then had me place my cum smeared shirt on top of the basket. As I went out to the hallway I saw her continue past her bedroom and on to the laundry room. I was puzzled and disappointed. I had very much wanted her to take over my masturbation that morning. Or I was hoping she would join me and masturbate on my bed. Or just sit on my bed with me. I did realize we had not gone back to step one, she had stayed and watched me masturbate and it seemed to fascinate her as much as before. I was no longer as certain that Mom and I would fuck. It never crossed my mind that she might have been going through her monthly period. The following Saturday morning I could not maintain an erection. I picked up my clothes and put them in my laundry basket then put the basket on the bed. As I stepped out to take my shower I almost collided with Mom and her laundry basket as she passed me in the hallway. "Done already?" She asked with a surprised, perhaps disappointed smile. "No, no enthusiasm for it this morning. I will try again later, I said with a grin. "I hope you have not hurt it. It has been abused a lot since you got home." I was not too surprised that Mom knew how often I masturbated. She had probably known since I started to do it years before. "Mom, it is biologically impossible for teenagers to abuse their, umm, selves. Its natures way to say have fun." Mom swatted my ass and giggled as she walked away. It was funny; Moms swat reminded me that I was naked; her bare hand had made contact with my bare ass. By the time I walked into the bathroom I had a very nice erection. Later that morning Mom told me she had a bachellorette party to attend that night. I reminded her that if she drank too much to call me and I would come get her. She asked me why I was again not going out on a Saturday night. I made up a story she accepted but clearly did not believe. She gave me a long sweet kiss that had my cock trying desperately to go through two layers of clothing. We held our kiss and hug until we were gently dry humping each other. She may have had a small orgasm. I went to my room and masturbated as Mom watched me at my open door, Late that afternoon she handed me a note with the name and address of the club she would be that night. "Joy is driving tonight. I expect her to get very drunk and force me into being the grownup. I intend to get as drunk as everyone else so you will need to come get me. Joy too probably. That is a private club and I have no idea where it is so you will need to look it up on the Internet sometime today. You will not have to stay up too long, the party ends at eleven thirty." "No problem Mom. You need to treat yourself to a good time anyway. You are beginning to act your age," I said as I quickly backed away from her. "Wise ass. I can still beat your butt," she said as she lunged after me. I managed to evade her until I got out the door. I headed for the car wash as I wondered how long it had been since we had challenged each other's ego. I loved the subsequent wrestling matches for supremacy. I suddenly regretted not allowing her to catch me. As I washed the car my thoughts turned to Mom's best friend Joy. She was a taller, younger, somewhat skinny version of Mom. Her tits were bigger but her butt appeared to be mostly absent. I knew it was there since my hand was on it often. She always put it there. They had worked together at the same insurance agency for several years. Joy had flirted with me since I understood what flirting was. I was sure Mom and Joy fucked and I was sure Joy was in love with Mom. I was happy over that. That night when I drove both of them to the private club they were ready to party. It was near twelve when they staggered out of the door. I saw several ladies exchange passionate kisses before getting into their cars. I saw a lady fondling another's exposed tits. Mom and Joy were laughing and hugging their way to me. I opened the back door for them and they both climbed in. It did not take long on our drive back before ardent kisses were being exchanged between them. It only took a bit longer for Joy's tits to be exposed and for Mom to cover them with her face. Before I got us home each had been fingerfucked to a cum. As they staggered into the house Joy was naked and Mom had her shirt in her hand, her tits were fully exposed. Mom noticed my adoration of them, saw that Joy was headed to the bathroom and said, "You can kiss them if you want to." I rubbed my face on them then kissed and licked my way from one to the other. I stopped when I heard the commode flush. Mom had her eyes closed and her mouth partly open so I gave her a quick kiss as my tongue caressed hers then led her and Joy to her bedroom. Joy was asleep/passed out in seconds. Mom could not figure out why her skirt would not come off. She had forgotten to unzip it. I unzipped it and assisted my completely nude mom to her bed. I gave her pussy and her tits soft kisses as I covered her. I gave her lips a soft kiss as her hand slid up my leg and gave my very hard cock a squeeze. "Save that for Joy if you can," she slurred as she joined her friend in la-la land. There was no chance of that of course. The two spent the small portion of the next morning they saw downing coffee and seltzers. I made them eat some toast and then a bowl of oatmeal. I urged them to drink lots of water. They went into the shower around two in the afternoon. Joy dressed and before leaving the house she raised Mom's t-shirt and licked her pussy. Mom groaned and held Joy's head as I moved out of their sight and watched. They both knew I was watching but Mom sat on the sofa and Joy brought her to an orgasm before leaving. I sat on the couch with Mom and she said, "It may take us a week to get over this. She drank more than I have ever seen her do." Mom took my cock out of my boxers and slowly began to masturbate me, my fondest wish of the previous Saturday mornings. She continued, "It was as wild a bachellorette party as you would ever see. I do not think there were but a few women under forty in the crowd but they all went bananas. Sometime during the evening everyone there had at least one male dancers cock in their mouth. Everyone." Mom put a bit of emphasis on the last word. She was telling me that yes she had at least one cock in her mouth last night. "Joy sucked the cock of each of the dancers more than once. She in fact got one of them off which was bad news for the dancer, he lost his erection. Joy walked around showing the ladies her mouth full of cum then went to the bride to be and gave her a deep kiss while everyone hooted. That lesbian kiss started a chain reaction and soon women were kissing women with abandon or sucking a dancers cock dry. You may not remember Thelma, the tall lady with red hair and big eyes, she convinced one of the dancers to fuck her on the table and he did just that right in front of me. For the last hour or so it was just ladies in there, the dancers were spent and had gone home. I finally checked off a big item on my bucket list, I ate pussy. Well I ate a pussy other than Joy's." "Whose?" "Donna and Amy and Thelma. I did her right after her fuck ended." The combination of her story and her hand suddenly had my cum flying everywhere. Mom continued massaging my cock until it began to wilt. She had my cum all over her t-shirt and arms. She stood and took off her shirt leaving her naked for me. My cock twitched and one last drop of cum oozed out. Mom noticed and kissed the drop off my cock. She used her shirt to wipe herself off then cleaned my dick and balls. "I need another shower," she said. Before she left she gave me a passionate kiss complete with dueling tongues then swallowed my cock and sucked it for a few moments. As she walked away Mom said, "In case you were wondering our first fuck will be next Saturday morning. I do not want Joy to know." That evening I went to Mom's bed and without a word being said I crawled to her pussy. After giving her an orgasm with my tongue I kissed my way up and slid my cock into her. We both moaned and rushed to our first fuck. Our second fuck was a lot less frantic, a lot more loving. As we kissed and cuddled afterward she said, "Yeah, Saturday is a long way off. I am glad you did not listen to me. Now go to bed, I do not want to get used to you spending the night here with me." I understood and simply kissed her goodnight and went to my room. She was playing with my cock when I awoke the next morning. She said good morning, straddled my hips, slid her panties to one side and fucked me hard. As soon her orgasm was through with her she simply got up, slid her panties back over trapping my cum in her pussy and went to work. She was fully dressed. I had dinner in the oven when she came home that afternoon and followed her into her shower. I kissed and licked her to an orgasm then went to check on dinner. She was as naked as I was when she joined me in the kitchen. The food was good and she complemented my thoughtfulness. "I know what I want for dessert," she said as she placed me on the table. Mom sat in a chair in front of me and gave me the best blowjob of my life. We went to the living room and watched TV for a while, her hand caressing my cock as mine played with a tit. "Are you in love with Joy?" "Yeah, probably, but It's mostly lust for now. I do love that Joy is in love with me and as you have probably guessed we have sex often. I have decided to let her move in with me when you go back to school. She wants you and you may fuck her when you come back for winter break, but not me. When you fuck her I will probably be in the room. You can watch us fuck too if you want. But I want this summer just for us." "So after this summer you and I will never fuck?" "Yes we will although rarely. The key is for Joy to never know. If we can do it without her suspecting anything we will fuck. We do need to get our hunger out of the way this summer and in fact now would me a good time for us to fuck since you have another erection." Mom straddled me and sunk her pussy over my hard cock. She wrapped her arms around my neck and gently bit my shoulders. I tried to swallow her tits and nibbled on her nipples. Mo began to fuck me hard and I just held on. She paused after an orgasm and kissed me deeply. I stood with her impaled on me and walked us to her bed. I began a slow fuck and said, "This is going to be the best summer ever." Mom & Sis In my family my sister, my mother and myself are only members. My sister is 20 years old, myself 18, and mom is 38. We stay together in our small house in a remote village. My father died years ago. Sister is married, no children. Her husband is working in a company in Dubai, so she used to stay with us. That's why she was always horny, and her cunt was thirsty for a big size cock. I used to masturbate and cum by looking at my sister's large tits and buttocks. One day I brought one sex book, and read it in my room without noticing by others. When I read those interesting stories, I felt like fucking my sister somehow. I made plans to accomplish my goal. I left that book on the table so that she will notice it easily. I left door half closed, and pretended to be in sound sleep. After some time sister came to my room for taking her clothes, which were in my room on the clothing line for drying. My dear friends these women's under garments really makes me hard. I used to sniff their panties (soiled of-course) and jack off. Once I could notice stains of my cum on mom's bra. After wash they apply optic brighteners like blue and this clearly shows semen stains in white clothes. I think mom didn't recognize it. Sister's panties are my favourite ones. The strong aroma of ammonia from her piss will be always there, along with the smell of her cunt juice. Her panties were home made in those olden days. These are like trousers, so the crease in the middle will be always inside the cunt slit. You can imagine the amount of pussy juice it can absorb. I often suck that portion and enjoy her cunt flavour. Even by showing her panty to my prick it will jump up and stand like an iron rod. Since her panties were in colour printed clothes, she did not notice my ejaculation marks, I think. So where was I? Yeh.. Sister came to my room. She immediately noticed the book (it's cover page had a picture of a naked woman) I slowly peeped, she was wearing only a nightgown, and there was nothing underneath. Big swinging breasts were easily visible. Instantly my cock got up. She was going through pages, and thinking that I am asleep she carried the book along with her. I got up and followed her silently. There was gap in the window of their room. I peeped through it. The scene inside was so stimulating. Sister was sitting on the cot. Her nightgown had been lifted up to her hips, and her thighs were spread. Sister's pussy was fully opened like a flower. While reading the book her fingers were busy in rubbing her clit. I understood mom was watching all these fingering games of Sister. Mom slowly got up and asked her "What are you reading?" Sister said, "It is a book." Mom said, "Let me see it." Then sister told, it is from his room I got. Mom started going through it. Sister was still rubbing her clit. When mom saw photos in the book, got excited. I felt that her prick-starving cunt started dripping. Some photos were of son fucking mother. When she saw those, I knew her large cunt started itching. Mom said, "this book is interesting baby", and continued reading. Sister suddenly got up and proceeded towards bathroom. I quickly hide away. I saw sister was sitting in the bathroom without closing the door, and pissing. Then I also entered the bathroom in pretext of pissing. But my cock was like a bayonet. But she disregarding it, continued pissing. I looked at her pussy, it is quite big in size, and her clit is about three quarter of an inch. She looked at my big prick and exclaimed. " God what a big cock is yours" I was feeling bashful. "I read your book," sister said, "You like to insert it in a pussy, is itn't? Why didn't you ask me?" By saying this she held on my iron rod and started moving the foreskin to and fro. "Do you like to suck on my clit?" I nodded "yes?" "Then come on," she sat on her buttocks, from the squat pose and lifted her legs up. I saw, she was sitting in her piss poodle, which was on the bathroom floor. Strong smell of her urine made me intoxicated. But first I pressed her tit meat like bus horn over her nightgown. She removed gown soon and lay down on floor and parted her thighs. I pulled apart her pussy lips and inserted my tongue and started licking. I sucked on her sweet clit strongly like a vacuum pump. Sister shook her hips up and down violently. I was getting impatient; I jumped on her and entered her cunt. Her slimy pussy greeted my prick warmly, so smooth it was. I was in heaven. I sucked on her both boobs, started fucking her vigorously. Like a crazy woman sister yelled obscene things. "You son of bitch fuck me hard, you had this marvellous cock and my cunt was starving all these days, Come on pump it into sister's cunt you bastard." I also retorted in the same way "You slut, come on take it. I will tear your pussy today. I want the long clit cunt like yours.. " And we kept on fucking like husband and wife without bothering anything. Finally I shot my cum into her pussy. We were tired. Then only we noticed mother's presence there. We never thought we were in the bathroom, while fucking. Mom had come there for a pee. She got excited. My prick was still inside sister's cunt. Due to her high state of stimulation, mom had thrown away her petticoat and squat on the floor and shook sister and told. "Come on stop it and get away" When I opened my eyes, what I saw was mother squatting, exposing her matured big cunt. I soon pulled out my prick from sister's twat and got up. We three moved to bedroom naked. When mother saw my 8" cock, her pussy opened, I felt it like her cunt is smiling. Her clit was bigger than sister's. Mom was watching my prick interestingly. All of a sudden she knelt and start sucking my COCK. We both lay down on the cot. It was in a 69 position. Mother kept her big pussy on my my face, and her mouth was on my COCK. I spread her thighs, and looked at her hairy pussy. Few hairs had turned grey. Still it was spectacular. Her cunt lips were opened, and her large clit was hanging. It was like a date fruit. It is much bigger than sister's. It was dripping honey, I licked on it. Slightly saltish, still it was tasty. Sucking was easy since it was too big. I drank that slimy pussy juice well. And inserted my tongue deep inside and slurped. Mom was grinding her CUNT on my face. I made her to lie on her back, and climbed on her. I looked at her pussy, and brought my prick to its lips. Oh my God! I am going to enter my own mother's cunt. That feeling was so exciting. I felt like my Cock is elongating by it itself and going to enter her pussy, if I delay anymore. I could not wait. I slammed my hips. Her CUNT was so tight, may be because of, not in use for long time. I felt like she is younger than my sis. May be my brother had fucked her pussy very roughly I guessed. I pushed my cock strongly to enter her fully inside. It was a heavenly feeling to relish in my own mother's body. Her cunt was also trying to pull me inside, as is it found some of its lost part. I reached up to her entrance of uterus. I tried hard to pierce into. Mom told, forget everything baby and try to fuck like I am your wife. Then my nasty thoughts prevailed. "You bitch you are my wife, I will fuck you as and when I feel. Now come on swing your butts. Do you like that? And we fucked for quit long time. Since it was my second shot within half an hour, I took long to reach climax. Mom had several orgasms, before mine, I sensed. At last my COCK shot semen bullets deep into her uterus. She was hugging me hard in the final assault. She had really enjoyed it, from her face I could judge. Later on mom and sis were my wives. And I fucked them both generously and lived like husband and wives with out any wedlock. ---------- Kindly send me feedback whether you liked this story or not.------------ The End Mom and Sis Ch. 01 Jessica had promised to pick me up at the airport - where the hell was she? "Hey big brother!" I recognized the voice instantly - and it had been much too long. I turned to find her standing over to the side in the crowd wearing a big grin. I turned and walked over to her, grasping her in a big bear hug and lifting her off the ground...giving her a big kiss on the cheek. She was even more beautiful than I remembered. A girl-next-door kind of beautiful. Jess had shoulder length honey-blonde hair, a light complexion with a golden hue from time spent in the sun, and a smattering of freckles that added to that girl-next-door look. All of this was highlighted by sea-blue eyes that constantly sparkled. I put her down, but kept my arms around her, holding her close. "If it's possible, you are more beautiful than the last time I saw you. How is that possible?" "You are still the charmer, aren't you Jeremy?" she said laughing. And I was, I guess. But she had filled out a little more in the 3 years since I'd last seen her. Her breasts were still small, which I'm particularly fond of. Mom's genes at work there, I think, and not a bad thing. But the last time I saw her, she still had a little girl's body, and now she had a bit more of a woman's body - more curve in her hips with an exquisite heart-shaped ass. Jessica was 22 and had just graduated from college and returned home for the summer until she started law school in the fall. As younger sisters go, I couldn't have asked for better. Two years younger than me, she had always been bright, inquisitive, impetuous. We had always been close - not like other brothers and sisters we knew. In high school, we shared the same social circles, activities, and intellectual interests. We became really close after our father divorced our mother. We became even closer when one of my friends started dating her during my senior year in high school. And even closer when I pounded the hell out of him after he hit her when she was 16. She had never dated much despite her incredible looks - the big reason was that the guys she often went out with were intimidated by how smart she was. Guys can be such dicks. "Charmer, Jess? Only with you. How's mom?" She smiled again - radiating a beauty that's hard to explain. "She's fine. Anxious to see you. You've been away too long." I frowned. "I know. I've missed you both. After the breakup with Jen a few years ago, I just threw myself into something of a monkish life. Studying all the time, no social life. You know." She pulled me close, hugging me harder. "I do know. But I've missed you. And mom too. Let's go see her." The drive home was short and it wasn't long before we pulled into the driveway of the somewhat isolated home where I grew up - a few neighbors around - some married couples and a few more divorced middle-aged women, many of whom were friends with mom. Mom got the house in the divorce along with a settlement that would provide for her, and us, for a very long time. Dad was an ass, pure and simple, but he was a wealthy ass. It's good to come from family with money. My grandfather was also generous in his will when he died, especially since he was pretty much in agreement about my dad being an ass. As a matter of fact, he pretty much bypassed my dad altogether, leaving everything to Jess and me. All that money helped pay for my graduate degree in physics. Mom nearly bowled me over as we entered the house. In fact, she did knock me over. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor, mom was on top of me, both arms wrapped around me and blubbering about how I was the worst, most ungrateful son in the world. I looked up at Jess, who was most startled by this odd turn. I shrugged from a prone position, and wrapped my arms around my mother, holding her close until she stopped crying. I kissed her on the cheek and laughed. "I missed you mom. I love you." And that seemed to do the trick. Mom, aka Janine, wasn't the spitting image of Jess, but she was pretty damned close. Jess was a couple of inches taller, but mom had strawberry-blonde hair and the same sparkling blue eyes. A few more wrinkles around the eyes than the last time I saw her, but the laugh lines and happy disposition were still in full bloom. Mom had much the same body as Jess, small breasts, and full hips. And she kept herself in excellent physical condition with regular tennis and swimming. We managed to stumble our way off the floor into a standing position, our arms wrapped tightly around each other. I heard her say "I've missed you so much", and I couldn't stop myself from crying. Jess came over and wrapped her arms around the both of us and she too was crying. I knew I always loved them, but being away so long, I had forgotten how much. But I was finally home with the women I loved most in the world. I've always been an early riser and woke up before the sun the next day and went for a long run down by the river. Back home in an hour, and a long hot shower got me ready for the day. I crept quietly downstairs so I wouldn't wake the girls, made the coffee, got the paper and spent the next hour or so in quietude. I finally heard someone stirring upstairs and it wasn't long before I heard someone coming down the stairs. Jess walked into the kitchen, hair still tousled, looked over my way and grinned. "It's good to know that some things are a constant," referring to my early ways. I looked back at her, and realized I was staring. "Do you normally come downstairs undressed, or is this just for me?" She was wearing silk pajama shorts that were nothing if not revealing, and a light pink cotton tank that had been cut off just below her breasts. She looked down and then back at me. "What? I'm dressed. Maybe you've just been without sex for too long." She giggled at her own jest, got a cup of coffee and sat down at the table across from me. "For your information, I have been without sex for too long, but that doesn't have anything to do with the attire you are currently wearing. Or rather lack of attire. Maybe a robe before you came downstairs?" But she did look good, long slender legs and one of those flat abdomens that countless TV commercials promise but never deliver. The cropped tank fit closely, accentuating the curves of the small breasts, and accentuating the slight bulge of her nipples. She looked at me again and grinned. "When did you become such a prude? Besides, the way you were staring at me when I walked in, you might have thought I was a steak and you were a hungry dog." I heard mom coming down the stairs just then. "Mom, could you ask Jess to make sure that she..." and stopped mid-sentence when my mother rounded the corner. She was wearing the t-shirt that I had worn yesterday and tossed into the dirty laundry. And nothing else. She walked across to the coffee and as she bent over the counter for a cup in the cabinet, the t-shirt rode up exposing a well-formed ass in black nylon panties. I shook my head when I realized I was staring at my mother's ass. "Mom, why are you wearing my t-shirt? I tossed that in the laundry." She poured the coffee and turned, leaning back against the counter. She looked at me and grasped the neck of the shirt, pulling it up to her face and breathing deeply. This action, of course, meant the bottom of the shirt pulled up, again exposing the same black panties, this time uncovering the nexus of her thighs and the prominent mound between them. She let the shirt fall back into place, looked at me and Jess and said, "Jeremy dear, it smells of you and you've always had such a wonderful smell. Like summertime." My sister, who was taking this all in, burst out laughing when my mom said, "Now what was it you wanted me to tell Jess again?" After dinner that evening, mom and I parked ourselves on the downstairs couch in front of the television to watch whatever dumbass sports we could find. We found X-treme sports on some obscure channel, got a couple of drinks and settled in. Given our long separation, we were close with my arm around her and her head on my shoulder. Around 8, we heard Jess coming down the stairs. She rounded the corner into the living room and presented herself. "So, what do you think? How do I look?" Frankly, she was seriously hot. I chastised myself for thinking about my sister that way, and tried to keep from staring. She wore a deep-blue backless dress that hugged every curve and revealed not so much as an iota of fat. A neckline that showed the swell of her breasts. The hem ended high on her thighs revealing long, toned, golden-hued legs. It was clear to me that she didn't have a bra, but wasn't so clear to me as to whether she was even wearing any panties. Given how tight the dress was, and no lines to show for it, I would have guessed no. But what did I know? Jess looked at us, "Well, say something. How do I look?" I spoke up immediately. "As a callously uninterested observer, I'd do you." She gave me that stern mocking look. "You'd do me? That's it? That's what you've got?" I returned her stern mocking look. "Okay, okay. You're definitely hot. I'd do you with enthusiasm." She got that uncertain look where her face scrunched up a bit. "Are you sure? I kind of thought my breasts were too small and my ass was too big. Doesn't this dress accentuate that?" As an astute observer of our behavior and interactions over many years, my mother simply asked "Are you two done yet?" I got up off the couch, walked over to her and hugged her. I whispered in her ear "You're beautiful and anyone who doesn't see that doesn't deserve you." I'd like to say I hugged her just to show brotherly support, but honestly, since I'd been home, I'd been fighting the increasing attraction I felt towards her. And hugging her was a loss in that fight. She kissed me on the cheek and whispered back "I love you," before letting me go. I glanced back at her as I sat back down. "So what wild and unruly activities are you off to this evening? A little street-walking over on Main Street to raise a little extra cash? You're not still dealing are you?" Jess grinned, "Meeting the girls for drinks and maybe a little clubbing. Do you want to come? You know that Gail always had the hots for you. I'll call her and tell her to dress extra-slutty. You could get lucky tonight." "Thanks for that oh-so inviting invitation, but I'm socialized out between the two of you the past few days. Just going to hang here with mom. Maybe I'll see you when you get home." "Your loss. I'll make sure to let her know that you've returned from exile. Maybe next time. And don't wait up." And with that she was gone. Mom was up another hour or so and we had a chance to talk in earnest - she was lonely since the divorce, more than 8 years now, but had grown disillusioned with dating. I think I've already mentioned that guys can be such dicks. And she had had no kind of relationship with anyone for almost 5 years. I think she tried to make up for it with friendships with all the other middle-aged divorcees in the immediate area who seemed to come over on a regular basis when she wasn't working. Sitting next to her was both oh-so-nice and a bit uncomfortable. I enjoyed the feel of her next to me - the feel of her head on my chest and her hand laying lightly on my abdomen. But I had to refocus often when I felt my cock getting hard at the continual contact. All I could think to myself was what kind of sick bastard are you - horny for your mother? But she soon said she was going to call it a night. We were sitting on the couch, and she turned and kissed me lightly on the lips. It was soft, and warm, and exhilarating, and I pulled her closer and kissed her back. When I realized what I was doing, I pulled back and before I could say anything she simply said "I've missed you and I'm glad you're home." She placed her hand on my face and kissed me again. As she drew away, I was puzzled by the look in her eyes and all I could think to say was "Good night." After she went upstairs, I got comfortable by changing into a pair of boxers and an old t-shirt, grabbed a glass of wine, and settled back into the couch. I was a bit confused about kissing my mother and my reaction. I could clearly feel my cock getting hard in response. Obviously it had been too long since I'd had sex since I'd had something of the same reaction when Jess was close. Perhaps I needed to think that whole Gail think over a little more - extra-slutty might be just what I needed. I was still awake when Jess got home. She hopped on the couch with me like we used to do, nestled herself into the fold of my arm and laid her head against my chest. I heard her whisper, "Mom's right. You do smell like summer." She went on, "So tell me about this monkish existence you've been living. It hasn't really been 3 years since you've had sex has it?" I laughed. "Well, not technically. I do have an extremely intimate relationship with my left hand. I always know where it is, where its been, who its been with and it never says no to sex with me." Jess snorted at that and settled in closer to me. My arm was around her, my hand holding her waist. She intertwined her fingers with mine and let her other hand drift down to the inside of my thigh. We sat in silence and I was acutely aware of her fingers as they lightly stroked the inside of my thigh. Her dress was high on her thigh and I could feel the warmth and softness of her leg against mine. I tried to focus on other things, but I was unable to keep my cock from stiffening - the outline of my engorged member was clearly visible through the the thin cotton boxers. I kissed the top of her head and heard her say again "I'm glad you've come home." I was trying to think of how to extract myself from this position without letting her know that she was making me hard, when I heard her giggle and she moved. She stood up and bent over in front of me and I couldn't stop myself from gazing down the front of her dress. She looked me in the eye and asked "See something you like?" And before I could respond, she leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips. She let the kiss linger and then pulled back. I then felt her hand drop down and come to rest near the base of my hard cock. Looking me in the eyes, she slowly slid her hand up the length of my cock. "You know big brother, this feels swollen and hard. Is it painful? Maybe you should put something on it." She then kissed me again and stood up and turned to go. As she was walking away, I watched her intently, my eyes glued to her well-rounded and desirable ass. She turned and caught me staring and again said "See something you like?" But this time she added, "You know big brother, its a shame you're my brother. And I mean that in a good way." And she turned and left. Meanwhile, my interactions with my mother and sister this evening had left me incredibly horny and my cock hard as a rock. With both of them now upstairs, I unbuttoned my boxers and removed my cock, slowly stroking the hard shaft. I needed release and the relief it would bring. I looked down - my cock was a little more than 7 inches long and thick. Dark purplish veins lined the shaft in an intricate pattern from the base of my prick to the head. My cockhead was sensitive to the touch, swollen and engorged, a dark reddish-purple and shaped like the head of a mushroom. I stroked my shaft, letting my fingers drift lightly over the flared head, which caused my cock to harden even more. I leaned back into the couch, slowly stroking myself, and the first image that came to mind was that of Jess. I felt her hand sliding gently along the shaft of my cock, and then thought of her standing in front of me, watching me masturbate. Thinking about her pealing off the blue dress and stepping closer to me between my spread thighs dressed only in a pair of nylon panties glued to her body, her nipples hard and erect on the small breasts. I imagined her kneeling between my thighs and as I continued stroking my cock, I groaned at the thought of her leaning over, her warm hands on my spread thighs, and letting the tip of my cock slip between her warm, wet, full lips. I couldn't stop my hips from thrusting at the thought of my cock in her mouth. The years of pent-up sexual frustration had me thinking of what it would be like to forcefully fuck her mouth, holding her head as I drove my prick hard and deep in her mouth, to watch as my hard cock disappeared between her lips. Thinking about what it would be like looking down at her on her knees, her pert breasts swaying with each hard thrust. I could feel the pressure building in my balls, aching for release, and I began to stroke more firmly when I heard a slight gasp. I thought Jess had come back down to find me, and my eyes shot open to find my mother watching me. My cock instantly started to go limp and I jerked upright when I heard my mother say "Don't." I stopped, my cock still in my hand, and looked at her inquisitively. She was standing there in my same t-shirt as the night before, but clearly aroused. The outlines of her hard nipples were clear under the shirt, even in the dim light. It caught me by surprise when she spoke again in a low, hoarse voice. "Finish for me baby. I want to see you cum." I then surprised myself. I looked at her intensely and slowly started to stroke my now limp prick. She couldn't take her eyes off my cock, but smiled at me. "I surprised you didn't I? You have such a beautiful cock Jeremy. Maybe I can do something to help you get it hard again." And with that she stepped forward between my spread thighs just as I had imagined Jess doing. She pealed off the t-shirt to expose the small pert breasts and hard nipples. Her nipples were surprisingly dark - almost a reddish brown color. But this time, there were no panties and I could see the neatly trimmed thatch of soft blondish hair between her thighs. My cock stiffened immediately when she knelt between my spread legs. I began stroking myself again and was quickly hard once more. I couldn't take my eyes off her, and gasped as she bent over and kissed the shaft of my aching cock. The rage of thoughts that then entered my mind were overwhelming, all centered on her - the same imaginings that I'd had about my sister only moments earlier. What would it be like to slip my cock between her lips? To grasp the back of her head and fuck her mouth? To have her kneeling in front of me like she was now, my cock exploding on her face, covering her in cum? I realized that she now had her right hand down between her own thighs and was fingering her clit, bringing herself to orgasm while watching me. I began stroking my cock faster as I heard her breath increase in sync with my strokes. I was beyond stopping now, and so was she. Her eyes were glazed with lust and slight moans escaped her lips. I couldn't stop if I wanted to when I heard her whisper "Cum for mommy baby. Rub your cock across mommy's lips and cum for me." I couldn't stop, I pressed my cock forward towards her face and as I lightly rubbed my cockhead across her lips, I felt the eruption in my balls. I pulled my cock back from her lips as the thick white stream of cum spewed from my cock. I could barely keep my eyes focused on her as my cock twitched again, more semen splashing from the tip, but I heard her as her own orgasm exploded. Her body went rigid and she groaned heavily as the waves washed over her. As her spasms subsided, she was as limp between my thighs as I was on the couch. My deflating cock was coated in warm white fluid, and my back arched one more time as a final spurt of cum trickled from the tip. Mom looked lovingly at me, bent over and kissed my cum-covered shaft. Then she stood, bent down and kissed me softly again on the lips. "I love you baby. I'm so glad you're home." Then she turned and started to leave. I couldn't take my eyes off her ass as she walked away. I realized she had been watching when Jessica had left earlier when she stopped and turned, and then smiled as she saw my gaze on her exquisite bottom. "See something you like?" She started to leave, but then turned one more time. "Jessica is right, it's a shame you're my son. And I too mean that in a good way." Mom and Sis Ch. 01 After she left, and I sat on the couch, my boxers soaked in cum, I thought to myself, "What the hell just happened?" Mom and Sis Ch. 02 After nearly cumming all over my mother, lusting after my sister, and puzzling over the night's events, I finally gave up trying to make sense of it all and went to my room and smoked a joint. Between the joint and what might have been the most intense orgasm of my life, I slept the sleep of the dead. I woke up the next morning refreshed but still confused. In an effort to clear my head, I was off again on a long run, then finally back to the house dripping with sweat and satisfaction. I hopped into the shower and thoroughly rummaged over last night's events again, and the thoughts of my mom and sister in various stages of undress got me hard again. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't stop myself from thinking about my mother on her knees between my thighs, softly pressing her lips to my cock as I jerked off in front of her. I tried to clear my head and refocus, and took my time in the shower until my erection had subsided a bit. Once toweled off, I wrapped the wet towel around my waist and quietly started out of the bathroom to go back to my room to dress. After the run and the shower, I was looking forward to a cup of coffee and the early morning quiet. As I came out of the bathroom, my mom peeked her head out of her bedroom and asked me to come in for a minute. The woman had the ears of a cat – she could hear a mouse moving on the far side of the house in a thunderstorm. So hearing me in the shower was no surprise at all. I told her I would come back as soon as I was dressed, but she insisted. My sister's room was all the way down at the end of the hall, around a corner as you got past the upstairs den and the office. My room was right next to my mother's. So I ended up in my mother's room dressed only in a slightly damp towel. My mother had on a thick terrycloth robe which was a bit of a relief. Had she been dressed in something more revealing, I would have had a difficult time containing my threatening erection. Anything larger than a wafer cookie would have been obvious under the towel and that included an obvious hard-on. My mother quietly walked over to me and wrapped her arms around me, laying her head against my bare chest. I wrapped my arms around her and asked, "Mom, what's the matter." She hesitated, then sighed. "Jeremy, I wanted to apologize for last night. I know it was inappropriate and that I shouldn't have done it. I've been too long without any physical or emotional intimacy, and I'm afraid that my normal inhibitions are a little decayed. Having you close to me again, the feelings are all mixed up. And when I came downstairs last night and saw you, well, I couldn't seem to stop myself." "Mom. Don't worry about it. It wasn't exactly all your doing. If you want to know the truth, I was having a hard time controlling myself." She was half a foot shorter than me and looked up at me. "Why were you having a hard time controlling yourself? Tell me." I grinned at her. "I don't know mom. It's a little difficult to explain to your mother." She turned her head, pressing her face to my chest. She whispered "I love the smell of you." And then, she softly kissed my chest. She nuzzled my chest for a moment, inhaled deeply, and again I felt her lips press softly against my skin. I loved the feel of her lips on my chest, and her arms around me, but it was less than ideal since my cock had a mind of its own and it was now beginning to exercise its own mind in full force. With her pressed against me, even through the robe she was wearing, there was no way she couldn't know how hard I was. She looked up at me, "When you were on the couch last night after Jessica had left, before you knew I was there, what were you thinking about as you were masturbating?" I knew I was in trouble. Her soft kisses had me aroused – the way her body pressed against mine – I felt her lips press against my right nipple. Rather than pulling away, she sucked softly, and let her tongue flick across the sensitive tip. I gasped as she did it again. I closed my eyes. "I was thinking about Jess, mom." Her hands were resting lightly on each side of my waist now, warm on my skin, and she was nuzzling my chest. "Tell me what you were thinking." "Mom..." "It's okay Jeremy. I'm pretty sure I already know. I...I...I just want to hear it from you..." My cock was now hard – the outline of my prick was clearly visible under the towel and I'm sure my mother could feel it with her body pressed so tightly to mine. "Mom, you saw us in the living room. You heard what Jess said. I was watching her ass as she walked away. Before that, when you were sitting on the couch with me, I could feel your body close to me. I was trying not to think about you. Or her. But I couldn't stop. My feelings are a little mixed up too." "Did you like the feel of me close to you?" "Mom." "Did you?" "Yes. When you were sitting next to me...I...well, I was having a hard time concentrating." She smiled. "I think I like the fact that I could disrupt your concentration. When you were thinking about Jessica...did you imagine her naked?" "Mom..." "Did you?" I sighed. "Yes, mom. I couldn't stop thinking about her like that..." "Did you think about her sucking your cock?" I was surprised by the question and then surprised even more. I felt my mother's hand slip down my waist and hip and across the front of the towel. This was a sexually-charged conversation that I hadn't expected and it was leaving me unnerved. And horny. I felt her caress my now rigid and aching member through the cotton material. I didn't want her to stop rubbing my prick. I inhaled deeply, trying to control my thoughts and my obvious physical reaction. In our embrace, my head was lowered close to hers and I spoke softly now, my voice no longer as steady as it was. And then I decided to carry this out and see where it would go. I lifted her face and my eyes locked onto hers. "Yes mom. When I was sitting on the couch jerking off, I was fantasizing about her...I was thinking about what it would be like to watch her peal off the dress she was wearing last night. What she would look like naked standing in front of me. What it would be like to watch her kneel between my legs. What it would be like to have her cup my balls softly in her hand and take my cock in her mouth." "Was that all?" "No." I hesitated – I felt my mother pull the ends of the towel free, and it dropped from around me. My prick, now released, sprang upright in the minimal space between us. My heart was racing as I felt her hand wrap around the shaft of my cock and gently squeeze. "Mom..." I squirmed at her touch and felt her lips on my chest again. She took my other nipple between her teeth and gently sucked, teasing my now-hard nipple with her tongue. I was having trouble gathering my thoughts and as she slowly began to stroke my hard prick, I moaned. She pressed her lips to my neck. I could feel her warm breath, coming heavy, and I heard her voice again, "Tell me what you were thinking about Jessica." I was no longer in control and didn't care. I ran my fingers through her hair, and grabbing it firmly, I bent down and crushed her lips with mine, my tongue slipping between her soft lips to probe her mouth. She was pliant and receptive and I hadn't been kissed like that in years. I pulled back and locked my eyes on hers. "You want to know what I was thinking about mom? When I was sitting there on the couch, my cock hard in my hand. Slowly stroking myself. I was fantasizing about her. I thought about what it would be like to have her kneeling in front of me, her fingers gently groping my balls. I was thinking about what it would be like to grasp the back of her head by her hair, just like I have yours now, and shove my cock deep in her mouth, watching it disappear between her lips." I looked down at her, her gaze unwavering from mine. I'd thought to shock her, but it wasn't the effect I thought. When I looked in her eyes, I saw lust. Arousal. The same state that I was in. The robe she was wearing was now coming undone, revealing the porcelain skin underneath and the contours of her physique. I remembered the dark nipples from the evening before when I heard her whisper hoarsely "Was it only her that you were thinking about Jeremy?" I stuttered "Yes...no...I mean..." I gasped as I felt her gently squeeze my cock again and then slowly stroke my hard shaft. "Mom...I..." She looked up at me, innocently. Her blue eyes were sparkling like the ocean on a sunny day as I looked back at her and was captured by the longing in her gaze. I felt her lips caress my chest once more and heard her quietly ask..."Did you think about me when I pulled off your t-shirt and knelt between your thighs?" I was going crazy. "Mom..." She was softly massaging my balls, gently fingering each one, and then again caressing my aching prick. I couldn't stop myself any longer. I bent down, taking her face in my hands and kissed her hard again. I felt her body mold against mine in response. I shifted and pressed my mouth to her ear. "Yes. God, mom, yes. I wanted to see you suck my cock...to watch my cock slip between your lips. I wanted to fuck your mouth. I wanted you to suck me, to feel your fingers cupping my balls when I came, filling your mouth." She moaned at that, took my other nipple in her mouth and I inhaled sharply when I felt her gentle bite. I took her face in my hands again and turned her toward me and kissed her – hungrily, achingly, with desire and lust and love all mixed together. She parted her lips when I slipped my tongue in her mouth and she moaned again. I wanted her, I knew it was wrong, and I didn't care. With her body pressed tightly against mine, I kissed her again and reached down to untie the robe. When it came loose, I opened it and pushed it back over her shoulders letting it fall to the floor. My cock hardened even more when I realized that she was naked underneath. I turned her around, facing the bed, pressed myself against her back, my cock now firmly lodged against her ass, wrapped my arms around her, and cupped one of her breasts in my hand. I pressed my mouth to her ear. "Tell me what you're feeling right now." I felt her lean back into me when she answered. "I don't know...I don't know what I'm feeling...confused...I let this go too far...I just wanted to talk to you." "Mom...you didn't let this go too far." I hesitated, pressed my mouth to her ear and nibbled lightly at her lobe and added "You wanted this. Just like I wanted it. Like I wanted you. I've never felt so sexually attracted like this to anyone before." I squeezed her small breast, feeling the hard nipple pressed against my palm. I felt the heat of her body and the way it felt against me. "Of all the people I know, you more than anyone know what you're feeling...tell me." She whispered hoarsely. "Aroused." "Is that all?" "I don't know. I'm feeling lots of things. Desire. Lust. Love. Shame. Doubt. I feel the heat of your body. The press of your chest against my back. The feel of your cock against my ass. Your hand on my breast. Your fingers on my nipple. Your lips against my neck, my ear." I ground my cock harder against her. "Do you know what you want right now?" She whispered so low I could barely hear her. "Yes." "What?" She hesitated. I pinched her nipple again and pressed my lips to her neck. I felt her shudder. "I want you...to...I want you to..." I kissed her ear and whispered hoarsely in her ear "Tell me mom. What do you want?" "I want you to make love to me." I smiled at her hesitation. I pressed my mouth to her ear. "Make love?" I pinched her nipple and heard her moan. "I don't want to make love to you right now mom...I want to fuck you." I felt her shiver at that and then pressed my mouth to her ear again, wrapping my arms around her tighter. My voice was now rough, gravelly. I'd just told this woman who bore me that I wanted to fuck her. But I hadn't told her everything yet – I hadn't yet fully expressed the desires, urges, lusts. "But I don't just want to fuck you mom. I want to bury my cock deep between your thighs, I want to hear you cry out when I drive my cock deep inside you, feel your body pressed tightly to mine. I want to fuck you again and again and again, until my cock is sore and no matter how hard you try, you can't get me hard anymore. I want to fill your cunt with my cum. After this morning, there may still be arousal, and desire and lust and love. But no more shame and doubt. Agreed?" "Yesssssssssssss." "Do you want me to fuck you?" "Yesssssssssssss." "I want to hear you say it." She hesitated, but then the words slowly tumbled out, "I want to fuck you." I picked her up, carried her to the over-sized king bed and placed her in it. She has never been ashamed of her body, but this time she was timid, placeing one arm over her breasts and her legs entwined to hide what lay between. I bent over her, nuzzled her neck and kissed her lightly. Her lips were the softest, most inviting I'd ever experienced. I kissed her again, harder, and felt the lust rise. I took her arm and lifted it from her breasts and laid it by her side. "Don't hide your body from me." Then I bent down and took her hard, rose-colored nipple between my teeth and lightly flicked my tongue across the sensitive tip. She moaned as I bit her nipple and teased the taut tip with my tongue. I stood back up and looked down at her. She looked back at me. I knew what she saw. I stood 6' 3" in my bare feet, weighed 200, and had a runner's body. I was in the best physical shape I'd ever been in which was saying a lot since I was a multi-sport athlete as a teenager. I lifted weights on a regular basis, but wasn't overly muscled – the running meant a long, lean physique with a lot of stamina. My hair was a dirty blond color, darker than my mom's or sister's, but much more wavy. She watched me intently as I dropped my hand to my semi-erect cock, stroking it lightly and encouraging a full erection. As if it really needed any encouragement at that moment. The bed was high enough to put her within reach and I continued to stroke my prick with one hand and reached down with the other to touch her. I let my fingers lightly stroke the soft skin between her breasts, and then lightly letting my fingers roam the curves of her upper body – my fingers teasing the slight swell of her breasts, then lightly grazing the tips of her nipples. She sighed and closed her eyes, smiling softly as she felt my ministrations. I was mesmerized by the soft thatch of hair between her thighs and slowly worked my way down. When my fingers drifted across her stomach, she twitched as if I had tickled her. I softly stroked her lower abdomen, letting my fingers graze the neatly trimmed thatch of light blond hair above her pussy. "Spread your legs." She slowly parted her legs, revealing the swollen, glistening, inviting lips between the nexus of her thighs. I let my fingers drift across the swollen lips, pressing gently, probing softly. I heard her moan and I smiled. I looked up at her and she was watching me intently, her eyes no longer masking the desire within. I pressed my fingers between the engorged wet folds, and heard her inhale sharply as I came in touch with the sensitive nub lying hidden there. I let my fingers swirl around and across her hard clit and she squirmed as I teased her. I crawled onto the bed between her parted thighs, knelt between them and pushed her legs farther apart. I bent down and lightly kissed the inside of her thigh. I used my tongue to trace small circles on her soft skin, kissing her softly one moment, then lightly biting the next. I turned my head to the inside of the other thigh, alternately kissing and biting as I worked my way down to the inviting mound that lay between her legs. I inhaled deeply, taking in the pungent aroma of her. On my knees between her spread legs, pressing her thighs further apart with my hands, I lowered my head to her cunt. My heart was racing, my cock throbbing. I slid my tongue the length of her wet slit, tasting her. I pressed my face closer, my tongue penetrating the wet cleft, again inhaling deeply, taking in her smell. I looked up at her, her back arched, and then turned my attention back to what was in front of me. My mother's cunt. She moaned as my tongue slid deeper inside her and I felt her fingers slide through my hair, grasping a handful with each hand, and guiding my head. I let her lead and soon I pressed my mouth firmly around her clit and began to gently suck. Her hips squirmed as my tongue flicked across the sensitive tip, her fingers tightened in my hair as my tongue traced small circles around the firm sensitive nub. My cock was aching...I wanted to take her. I wanted her to cum. I wanted to make my mother cum. And I wanted to cum in her. I buried my face deeper in her pussy, wrapping my lips around her clit, teasing her again with my tongue. I could hear her through the fog of my lust, "Yes, Jeremy. Yessssssss baby. Make mommy come. Make me come baby." I drove her over the edge when I slipped my finger inside her. She thrust her mound hard against my mouth, and her grip on my hair pulled me tighter to her. I heard her cry out as the orgasm washed over her. I continued to tongue her until she finally could take no more and she tried to push me away. With my head between her thighs, and her legs clamped around my head, her breath ragged, she begged me to stop tongue-fucking her. I finally pulled away and she released my hair. Her breath was coming fast and heavy, and her body still spasmed as the final waves subsided. She was finally still, but I was not finished. I crawled between her thighs until I was on my hands and knees above her. Her eyes closed, but I bent down to kiss her. She reached up and pulled me to her, kissing me hard. Her eyes snapped open when I took my cock in my hand and pressed the head against her cunt, slowly rubbing my cock-head up and down the wet vertical slit. I pushed forward, and finally felt the head of my cock slip inside her. She shifted again, spreading her legs even wider as I thrust forward, driving my cock deeper inside her. She looked down and watched as the shaft of my cock fully disappeared deep between her thighs. When I knew I could finally go no deeper, I reached down and grabbed her ass, and rolled us over on our sides. With my prick still inside her, and my hand grasping her hip firmly, I begin to grind my cock in her, sometimes thrusting gently, sometimes harder. I pulled her close to me. I wanted to feel the length of her body pressed against mine. She was still breathing heavily, and I couldn't stop kissing her as I slowly fucked her. Her soft purrs and the grinding of her hips against mine told me it was what she wanted. I loved the feel of her against me. I could feel her breasts crushed against my chest as I pulled her close. Her legs entwined in mine. Her hands lightly stroking my back, my hip, my ass. She buried her face in my neck and her lips were soft against my skin. I had been thrusting inside her and then stopping when I felt myself getting close again. I occasionally had to stop and simply hold her as I regained my composure. Alternating between slowly thrusting, then stopping, then several quick hard thrusts...until I reached a point where I was no longer in control. I began to fuck her with abandon and when I groaned heavily, she knew I was cumming. I felt my balls erupt and I drove my cock deep inside her one final time. She wrapped her arms around me as my body went rigid, and pulled me tightly to her as my cock spasmed, the thick streams of warm cum flowing inside her. I heard her whisper "Yesssssssssss, baby. Cum inside me." I ground my hips hard against hers, enjoying the final moments of orgasm, feeling my cock inside her. Mom and Sis Ch. 02 My prick spasmed several more times, until nothing but a thin trickle of sperm came with each contraction, and when I finally finished and my body began to relax, I separated myself from her and rolled over on my back. My cock, now spent, and limp with satisfaction, popped out of her as I rolled back. With my arm already around her, she nestled in close to me. Her head resting on my chest, I could feel her fingers stroking my stomach, then meandering aimlessly down farther where I felt her fingers as she lightly fondled my cock and balls. With my eyes closed, laying on my back, feeling her body pressed against me, I softly said, "If you keep doing that, you're going to get me hard again." She laughed. "Maybe that's what I want." And apparently she did. She lowered her head to my crotch, and I was in heaven when I felt her take my soft prick into her warm, wet mouth. I leaned my head back and relaxed as her fingers gently massaged the base of my cock and my still aching balls. She was a virtuoso with her tongue...I felt every movement as it swirled around my cock, probing, teasing, testing...my cock responded in true fashion and I was soon hard as a rock again. I tangled my fingers in her hair and felt the slow movements of her head, the slight bobbing up and down as she sucked my prick. I raised my head and watched as my shaft disappeared between her full, moist lips, and then reappeared again as she began to increase her pace. She let my cock slip from her mouth and looked back at me. "It looks like you're ready now." She raised herself up and to my surprise, she straddled me, my cock strategically placed between her thighs. She took the hard organ in her hand and slowly begin to rub my cock-head against her pussy – I watched as the mushroom-shaped head slipped back and forth along her engorged lips, anticipating what was next. I groaned when she finally pressed my cock-head up and lowered herself, the purple head disappearing inside her first, followed by the rest of my shaft. She lingered momentarily as my prick fully disappeared in her. She placed her hands on my chest and began rocking herself on my prick, first moving back and forth and then up and down. The ache in my cock had subsided with the pressure of her cunt. But the ache in my balls began to increase again as she slowly fucked me. Her small breasts were perfectly formed and moved in rhythm to her hip movements. I reached up and took her hard nipple between my fingers and pinched it. She cried out with some reaction between pleasure and pain and lowered herself on my cock again. She bent down and kissed me hard, expressing the lust and desire that hung in the air. She kissed my cheek, and whispered in my ear "Such a hard cock. Do you want to cum in me again baby? Do you want to cum in mommy's cunt?" I could only groan and whisper a guttural "Yes." She smiled and increased her pace and I couldn't stop myself from thrusting my hips up to meet her. My eyes were glazed with lust and I'd never felt such a burning desire before. She pumped me faster and harder and I could once again feel the eruption coming. She knew I was close and continued to fuck me faster. She bent down again, this time to my chest and took my nipple in her mouth, softly biting and sucking. "Mom, please, you're going to make me cum." She bit harder and whispered, "I want to make you cum. I want to feel your cock explode inside me again. Cum in mommy's cunt baby. Fuck my cunt and fill me with your cum." Listening to my mother beg me to fuck her and cum in her drove me over the edge. I thrust my cock upward into her several more times and felt as though my balls had burst. My cock spasmed and the thick stream of sperm again flowed into her. She felt my body go rigid again, and then the spasming of my cock – she rocked back and forth as she felt me orgasm, fucking me harder. As my cock filled her with cum, I felt her push forward, grinding herself against me, trying to milk the last remaining drops from me. I hadn't realized how close she was to cumming until I felt her stiffen, her fingers clawing into the muscles of my chest. I groaned as her nails dug hard into my chest and she ground down hard against my prick. My cock spent its last remnants in her as her orgasm began to subside. With her eyes closed, still astride my hips, my softening prick dangerously close to slipping from her, she lowered her upper body to lie on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her as I felt her body pressed against mine, her head now resting on my chest. Our chests pressed together, our bodies bathed in a light sweat, our breaths still ragged, and our hearts still racing but slowly returning to normal, I tried to pull her closer. I whispered to her in a hoarse voice "I love you mom." She turned to look at me, her blue eyes sparkling. She smiled at me though she was still breathing heavily. "I love you too baby." "You know there's no turning back now. Right?" She nuzzled my chest, kissed my nipple and gently nipped at the tip. "I couldn't turn back now if I wanted to. And I don't want to. I love you Jeremy. Who knew it would turn into this?" I reached down and took her face in my hand and pulled her closer to me. I kissed her, marveling at her soft lips and the power they had over me. "Not me." I pulled her closer and kissed her again. With her still atop me, I leaned back and relished the feel of her body against mine as we both drifted back into oblivion. We had fucked ourselves into exhaustion. I eventually woke, and although it was no longer early in the morning, it wasn't really late. My mother had proved herself a sexual adept, and had in fact, stimulated me into another fit of sexual frenzy. I decided to let her sleep and climbed slowly out of the bed. With a peaceful look on her sleeping face, her hair tousled, completely naked and only partially covered by the sheets, she had that freshly fucked looked. Which of course, made me want to fuck her again. I couldn't believe that I had just thought that about my own mother, but then it occurred to me why she had that look. It seemed best to me to go ahead about my day, but the question was, where was Jess? And had she heard us? I certainly didn't want her to find me exiting mom's room, especially given the circumstances. I opened the door slowly and listened for any sound. She was like my mother in that sense, she knew what was going on anywhere in the house, and sometimes outside of it. I finally heard her moving around downstairs, and I headed quickly back to the shower to steam myself clean again. And to especially remove those pungent aromas associated with lots of sex. I finally got cleaned up and dressed, and headed downstairs. I needed to find out whether Jess knew anything had happened last night or this morning. I was sure she was eventually going to find out, probably because I was going to tell her, but it was best she didn't know right now. I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down at the table and decided to see if I could tell if Jess suspected, or knew anything. When she came through the door into the kitchen, she threw the paper at me, smirking and then asking "Why is your lazy ass only just now getting up? Aren't you an early one?" I smiled back, taking that to mean she hadn't heard or seen anything that happened with mom this morning. I shifted in my seat. My overworked balls screamed at me, "Thanks for finally getting us back into action, but did you have to hurt us in the process?" I looked at Jess and thought again how beautiful she was before I put on my big brother face. "You know, I hadn't noticed how much more mature you are. You really do look better with a few wrinkles." She stuck her tongue out at me and asked "So what's on your plate today?" "Well, I thought I might start my new career today as a screenwriter of hard-core porn. But then I started looking around and realized that you and mom had let the place go to hell, so it'll have to wait another day while I putter around the house and property, fixing all the crap that seems to have deteriorated in the last few years. The porn industry will have to languish in its current pathetic state another day. I think millions of Americans can survive another day on the current crop of cheesy incest fantasies churned out by the unimaginative chimps that currently produce it. You?" "I think mom and I are running some errands for one of those endless organizations she's involved with. I wonder where she is anyway?" I managed to refrain from saying "lying in bed covered in my cum" while managing the more subtle and incredibly uninformative "I think she was up late but I'm sure she'll be down in awhile." Mom finally emerged and she and Jessica finally got themselves together by mid-morning and left to run the errands that were going to suck up most of their day. With their goodbyes, they said that they'd be back sometime in the late afternoon or early evening without committing to a firm return time. Mom did mention that she and Natalie, one of our neighbors with whom she shared many of the same community volunteer activities, had promised to take an overnight trip by train that evening to meet with the chair of a common board they served on, so she and Jess wouldn't be too late. I ended up puttering around the house all day engaged in endless mindless chores that took little skill or brain power but lots of energy. Cleaning gutters, repairing broken porch rails, trimming hedges, replacing broken windows...by mid-afternoon I was more than done. I decided to finally call it a day and park my tired carcass in the late afternoon sun with an icy gin and tonic. Got changed into some sunning clothes, made myself a stiff drink and moved outside by the pool. Draped a towel over one of those inflatable rafts by the side of the pool, coated myself in sunscreen, placed myself in a prone position, turned up the radio, closed my eyes, gave a heavy sigh, and would have been the most useless human being alive, except that I was actively soaking up the sun and sucking down that gin and tonic, both of which required more effort than I wanted to exert. I heard mom and Jessica come in a little later, but didn't pay them much mind. The sun was hot, the drink was cold and I was happy being useless. It didn't take long however for Jess to intrude on that state of being. "Hey big brother!" I groaned and managed to turn my head to look at her. I think I managed to keep my mouth closed and didn't stare too much. Jess had on a string bikini that exhibited every curve to perfection. She managed to extract one of the floating rafts from the pool and pulled it up beside me, all the while smiling deliriously. Draping a towel over the raft, she too placed herself in a prone position next to me, changed the radio station, took a big swig of my drink, and right after closing her eyes asked, "You seem to be entirely too comfortable. I think you should help put some sunscreen on my back before I burn." "Are you aware that I was happily contemplating my state of non-being before you arrived?" "Now you can contemplate sunscreen on my back." I dragged myself off the raft, took another drink of the now lukewarm gin and tonic and searched around for the sunscreen. "I hope you appreciate everything I do for you" I grumbled. She had the audacity to smile when she said "Quit your whining and get to putting on the sunscreen." I looked down at her, her honey-blond hair falling loosely over her shoulders, golden-hued skin beckoning, a lithe torso that flowed into a perfectly shaped bottom that flowed into lean shapely legs. And the perfectly shaped bottom was barely covered by a white Lycra fabric pulled together by strings...just like the top. I felt my cock stir at the thought of my hands all over her body, but tried to ignore it. Unfortunately, my cock didn't cooperate and it was soon semi-erect, the bulge evident in my swim shorts if anyone was paying attention. I located the sunscreen and decided "fuck it". I walked over to Jess, straddled the raft and lowered myself down onto her bottom. I knew she could feel my cock pressed against her, but I enjoyed myself anyway. I leaned over, grinding my cock into her shapely ass, and untied the string to her top. Unscrewing the top of the plastic tube, I squirted sunscreen all over her back. I had the image of cumming all over her as the thick streams flowed from the tube. I finally put the tube down, pressed my hands against her back and began rubbing the sunscreen on her warm, soft skin. I pressed my hands firmly against her, my palms sliding against her back. I pressed forward again, my cock now hard, and I again ground my prick against her bottom. I heard her groan, and I pressed my mouth to her ear and whispered "You know, it's too bad you're my sister." I got myself back upright, and after spreading the sunscreen across her shoulders and upper back, I let my hands slip down under her arms and let my fingers slide down her sides. I lingered for a moment and let my hands gently squeeze the soft swell of her breasts at her sides. I felt her shudder when I fondled the sides of her breasts, enjoying her reaction, but then slipped my hands down further along her sides. I finally shifted positions, settling myself perched partly on my knees at the back of her thighs. I finished with her lower back and then got up and sat myself down on the side of the raft. I took the sunscreen again and squeezing the bottle again, dribbled long thin streams down the backs of her legs. Starting with the left one first, I massaged the sunscreen into her feet, then worked my way up her calves. By the time I reached the backs of her thighs, my cock was again hard as a rock and aching. I worked my hands up her leg, and as my hands worked slowly toward the inviting mound between her thighs, she slowly spread them wider. When I reached her bottom, I let my fingers slip under the thin material covering her ass. I was massaging the sunscreen into her skin, my hand now wedged firmly between her thighs. I pressed my fingers firmly against her mound as I worked the sunscreen in and enjoyed feeling her squirm under my firm caresses. I stopped and moved back down, and started on her other leg, now working my way up her right leg. By the time my hand was once again pressed firmly against her mound, I could see the wetness coloring her bikini bottom. I was in such a state of arousal that I was close to untying the strings holding the bikini bottom together, and caressing her firm, shapely ass. I resisted the urge, only to an extent, and before standing up, gave a slight slap to her bottom indicating I was done. Jess had not so much as moved a muscle since she spread her legs to let me work my hands up the backs of her thighs, but she jumped a little when I slapped her bottom. I could still see the wet spot between her thighs and decided it a good thing that I was done. "Alright, you're adequately sun-screened. If you burn now, you only have yourself to blame." Instead of the sarcastic retort that I fully expected from her, her only response was a gutteral "Thanks Jeremy." I looked down at her and had the impression that she was about to explode – her body was spread out, but instead of relaxed, she was incredibly tense and I realized then, just how aroused she was. All I could think was that if I slipped my hand between her thighs, I could bring her to orgasm within a matter of minutes. Deciding it was best if I dismissed those thoughts, I stood up, gathered my wits about me, and reached down to adjust my cock in my swimsuit – I couldn't after all, just stand there with an obvious tent-pole in my shorts. As I took another deep breath to try to get control of myself, I saw my mother standing in the French doors, watching us with a smile on her face. Now what the hell was she thinking about, looking at us like that? After I'd taken a shower and gotten some fresh clothes on, I was feeling much better. Of course, it had helped that I had jerked off in the shower. Back downstairs, I made myself another drink. As I was standing there pouring the gin, mom rounded the corner into the kitchen with Natalie in tow. I had known Natalie a long time. I had dated her daughter Sharon in high school. As a teen boy, Natalie had been the subject of many sexual fantasies and frustrations. She was a tall, somewhat rubenesque redhead who had fired my imagination in so many different ways. As she screeched "Jeremy, it's so good to see you," and embraced me tightly, I remembered every single one of them. I wrapped my arms around her, enjoying the feel of her ample breasts pressed against me and said "It's good to see you Mrs. Freeman." She tsked me before finally letting me go, "Jeremy, it's long past time you called me Natalie. No more Mrs. Freeman. It makes me feel old." I looked at her, "Well, we can't have that can we? And it certainly doesn't apply to you. You look as beautiful as ever. I thought you were Sharon when you first came into the kitchen." She smiled and I tried not to let my eyes linger on what was still a very appealing body. I looked at mom. "So you two are off for this evening?" Mom walked over and hugged me, a feeling that I enjoyed much too much. "Yes, we're leaving now. Our meeting is first thing in the morning and we should be back no later than mid-afternoon tomorrow, perhaps earlier if everything goes well. Once we get into the city, we'll plan to check into the hotel, visit a little, shop a little, and then a late dinner before calling it a night." "Okay, have a safe trip and I'll see you tomorrow." Jessica strolled in just before they left and bid them goodbye as well just before they walked out the door. After they left, she leaned against the counter, and took a sip of my new drink. I eyed her suspiciously and asked. "Is it only my drinks that you feel like belong to you or do you suck down anyone's drink? And what are you up to this evening? Do you want to have dinner with me? I thought I might throw a steak on the grill." Standing there in her bikini, her body glowing from the sunscreen and the few hours spent in the sun, she was irresistibly beautiful. "Thanks for the offer, but I can't. I promised Gail that I would have dinner with her and then we'd go have drinks." "Slutting again I see." "Do you want to come with us?" I looked at her, remembering the afternoon's events, feeling my cock stir again at the thought of being pressed against her. "Thanks, but I don't think so. I'm not quite up to that at the moment." She was quiet, not like her at all. She walked over to me, wrapped her arms around me and laid her head against my chest and just held me quietly. I wrapped my arms around her, and kissed her on the top of her head. I asked "Is something wrong Jess?" She stood there, still holding me. "No, nothing is wrong. In some ways, everything is feeling much more right again." She looked up at me and smiled. "I don't think you know what it was like for you to be gone from us for so long. Mom and I love you so much. And we missed you terribly." There wasn't much I could say to that so I pulled her closer. I pressed my face to her and inhaled deeply, wanting to enjoy the smell and the closeness of her. What I got was the overpowering scent of coconut sunscreen. "God damn it Jess." She looked at me. "What?" I let her go and pulled back from her. I, and my fresh clothes were coated in the remnants of her afternoon sunbathing. The seriousness left her face and she giggled. "Serves you right." Then she turned and bounced off upstairs to get cleaned up. And once again, I couldn't stop myself from gazing at her perfect ass as she bounced away. I had just thrown a large porterhouse on the grill and it was sizzling in a way that was making my mouth water. I walked into the kitchen and was throwing a salad together, when Jess came down the stairs, ready to go out with Gail. She was rocking a strapped little black dress that left me a little breathless. Jess also tended not to wear make-up and the au natural look suited her well. Her lips were highlighted by a light pink lip gloss...combined with her sparkling blue eyes, and honey-blond hair that fell to her shoulders, accentuated by the golden glow from an afternoon in the sun and she was the epitome of stunning. Mom and Sis Ch. 02 She looked at me, and hesitated for a second before asking "What? Do I have something on my face?" I shook my head and once again gathered my wits about me. I laughed and responded. "Nothing other than that big zit to the right side of your nose. It does detract a little and I couldn't help but stare at it." She stuck her tongue out and once again assumed that anything that was mine was hers. She sauntered up to the counter, and took a drink of the beer I had opened in lieu of another gin and tonic. I grimaced at her before asking "So what's the plan for this evening? You and Gail? The two of you targeting old geezers who can leave you wealthy, or just looking for anything that still walks?" "You should come with us. Gail has done nothing but ask about you since you've been back and she's been dressing extra-slutty without my encouragement. I think it's because she's hopeful that you'll actually accept my invitations to join us one evening." "I'd think about it but I have raw meat on the grill. Well, it was raw when I put it out there a while ago. I'm sure it's suitably charred by now. I better go flip it." She grinned. "Okay. Don't wait up. Gail was intent on getting laid this evening and that often entails going through a lot frogs before we locate some sort of 4th rate prince." I walked over and kissed her. "Have a good time." And with that she was out the door. I finished the steak and ate by myself at the kitchen table, enjoying the peace and quiet. I grabbed a beer and sat out on the back deck for awhile, enjoying the last few rays of the sun and then the cool of the early evening. I rolled a joint, took a couple of big tokes to mellow out the alcohol I'd been drinking all afternoon, then had another beer and sat on the deck a little longer – needless to say, I was quite enjoying myself. When I had finished the beer, I walked back into the house, cleaned up the kitchen, grabbed another one and parked myself in front of the tube. It wasn't too much later when I heard a car door slam shut, and the front door open and then close. I heard a familiar voice yell "JEREMY!" and thought to myself, "What the hell is she doing home already?" Pretty quickly, Jess sauntered into the den and I asked my question. "What the hell are you doing home already? Why aren't you helping Gail sort princes from frogs?" She smiled. "We got into an argument. Over you as it turns out. She wanted to know if you were avoiding her since you weren't joining us, even after multiple invitations. I think the girl's got the serious hots for you. Which is a little odd, since for all she knows, you could have grown a second head, a beer belly, lost all your teeth and turned into a child molester." I picked up the joint off the table and lit it again, taking a large toke. "And why would she think any of that about me? I was a serious stud when she knew me. Why wouldn't I still be?" She took the joint from me, inhaled deeply, held her breath for a second, exhaled and grinned. "You are so funny sometimes that I feel guilty not paying you just to listen to you. Anyway, as for Gail, I told her I thought it was best that I leave and she could sort through her own frogs." With the weed taking effect, she turned to the TV and asked, "So, what are we watching?" "You know me. Animal shows. This one has a troop of bonobo chimps who are continually masturbating as a means of lessening tension and increasing group cohesion. Its an interesting idea, but I don't think it would work for me." "Cool, can I join you?" And without waiting for an answer, she took off upstairs saying "I'll be back in a jiff. Would you get me a beer?" I took another drag on the joint, finished my beer and then went to the fridge to get two more, and had just settled back on the couch when I heard Jess coming back down the stairs. She came around the corner, wearing nothing but the pair of silk pajama shorts and the cropped tank top that she had on the first morning I saw her. She hopped on the couch next to me, threw her legs over mine, and nestled in beside me. We sat comfortably quiet for a while, drinking the beers, occasionally sharing the remains of the joint and simply enjoying being together while we watched masturbating monkeys. I loved the feel of her next to me. She slipped her hand under my t-shirt and I could feel her palm warm against my abdomen, followed by the slow stroking of her fingers. It was quiet until I finally heard Jess ask, "Why didn't you come see us? It was such a long time." I turned to look at her. I guess it was time. "I don't have a good answer Jess. I was such a mess after Jen left. You can't imagine – I was so close to cracking that I was scaring myself. Hell, who knows, maybe I did crack. I didn't want to bring that into anyone else's life, especially you and mom. It took me a long time to pull it all back together. I was really afraid for a long time that I wasn't going to be able to do it." "You know I never liked that bitch?" I laughed. "REALLY? I would never have known had you not just told me." She kissed me on the cheek and giggled. "Okay, so maybe I wasn't always pleasant to her. But I'd better never see her again with what she did to you." My hand was on her hip and I pulled her closer to me and hugged her. She was nestled under my arm, her head laying on my chest, and I could still feel her fingers stroking my stomach. I couldn't take my eyes off her legs that were so casually draped over mine. They were radiating the sun they had absorbed all afternoon. Or I was stoned. Probably both. I glanced down at her, and noticed that her nipples were hard under the thin cotton tank. I noticed that my own breath was a little shallower than moments before and my cock was now beginning to stir. I was resting my head on top of hers, when I heard her whisper "Mom's right. You do smell like summer." I couldn't bring myself to say anything just then. So I kept my mouth closed and tried to focus on anything that would soften my growing cock. Which clearly didn't work. I soon had a boner the size of Texas under my boxers and there was no way she couldn't notice that. Jess pulled back a little and looked up at me. I felt her hand as she reached up and caressed my cheek. She pulled my head down and lightly kissed me on the lips. I could feel the softness of her lips, the warmth, and her tongue lightly flicking across my lips just as she pulled away. She looked at me strangely, and I couldn't tear myself away from those beautiful blue eyes. She looked at me directly, and asked. "When we were in the backyard today and you were putting the sunscreen on me, you said that it was too bad that I was your sister. What would you do right now if I weren't?" I was fully aroused now. But I looked at her and smiled. "Jess, honey, I don't think you should ask me that question." But she wasn't going to let it go. "I want you to tell me. What would you do right now if I weren't your sister?" I took her face in my hand, and pulled her close to me. I bent down and pressed my lips to hers and kissed her hard. I wanted her to feel the desire through that kiss. I could feel her body meld to mine. When I felt her lips part in response, I slipped my tongue in her mouth and felt hers press against mine. I heard the low guttural moan escape her lips, which only stoked the lust I was feeling. I let my hand drift down her body. I slipped my hand under the tank and cupped her small breast, then took the hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pinched it hard. She grunted at the pain but didn't pull away. I moved my hand further down, and finally pressed it between her thighs. I felt her spread her legs for me and I pushed my fingers under the bottoms of the shorts. I pressed my fingers against the soft wet lips underneath and I listened as she moaned again when I let my fingers play between her thighs. I pressed my mouth close to her ear. "When I straddled your ass this afternoon, and I was massaging the sunscreen into your back, could you feel my cock when I ground it against you?" I could barely hear her when she murmured a strained "Yessssssssssssssssss..." I heard her inhale sharply as one of my fingers caressed her clit. Like with mom the evening before, I was no longer in control and couldn't stop myself. "I was so horny Jess, by the time I was working the sunscreen into your thighs. I could barely control myself. It made you wet didn't it? My hands wedged between your thighs. Slowly working the muscles. You could feel my hands when I pressed them against your cunt, couldn't you?" Her eyes were closed and her breathing was now shallow. I could feel her hips squirm as I fondled her. And once again, I heard her say "Yesssssssssssssss...I didn't want you to stop." "Did I make you wet little sister?" "Yessssssss. I was so horny Jeremy." I pressed my mouth to her ear again and whispered hoarsely "I wanted to untie the strings on your bikini and rip your bottoms off. I was so close Jess..." I thought my cock was going to explode when I heard her say "That's what I wanted too...I wanted you..." I pulled my hands up to her neck and turned her to face me and kissed her hard again. I wanted to fuck her and the desire was overwhelming. My heart was racing at the thought of her, feeling her pressed tightly against me, her hands roaming my body, and I decided I wasn't going to wait any longer. I pulled back from her slightly – her eyes were glazed with lust – her face a mask of wanton sexuality. I got off the couch and stood in front of her. I reached down and pulled off the loose t-shirt I was wearing. I slipped my fingers in the waist-band of the boxers I was wearing and pushed them down over my hips, my erect cock springing free. The boxers fell to the floor and I stepped out of them. Her eyes were glued to mine. "This is what I would do Jess, if you weren't my sister." I knelt down on the floor in front of her and positioned myself in front of her knees. I reached down and grabbed the waist-band of her pajama shorts and as she lifted herself up, I pulled them down over her hips and all the way off. I nodded at her. "Now take off your top." She looked at me and slowly did as she was told. The light-weight tank easily slipped over the top of her head. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her hair was tousled and falling about her shoulders. The golden hue of her tan skin gave way to small rounded porcelain breasts untouched by the sun. Aureoles the size of a half-dollar, slightly darker than I expected, and hard puckered succulent nubs perched in the center of each. I leaned forward and kissed her, my hands firmly grasping her sides. Her silky smooth skin was heaven to the touch. I slid my hands down to her thighs and pressed them apart and I positioned myself between her spread legs. Her body was so incredibly responsive to my touch. Her soft full lips grazed mine repeatedly, one moment nipping at my lips with her teeth, the next moment her tongue flicking between slightly parted lips to taste mine. My left hand slipped down her waist, gently caressing the soft skin. Her back arched as she felt my fingers slip lightly across her skin to finally grasp her bare hip. My cock was rigid. Aching. The mushroom-shaped head was colored a dark purple, and was swollen and firm. The long thick flesh-colored shaft was streaked with dark blue veins running the length. I kissed her again and I felt her hand grasp my cock. She released it momentarily, taking the shaft between her thumb and forefinger, slowly sliding the length of my prick. I felt her gently squeeze my cock-head between her fingers, and she smiled ever so slightly at my discomfort. I bent down and kissed her neck, shoulders. I let my tongue drift down from her neck to the middle of her chest, leaving a light trail of saliva on her skin. I turned my head and took her hard left nipple in my teeth, and lightly flicked my tongue across the sensitive tip. She grabbed me by the back of my head, her fingers entwined in my hair, and pulled me tighter to her breast. I barely heard her whisper "Yessssssssssssssss...suck my nipple." I continued to work my way down her body. I wanted to bury my face between her thighs. I softly nipped at her breasts, lightly biting her. Softly kissing the silky skin of her stomach, her sides. I reached her pelvis and she giggled as my tongue flicked across her skin. I let my finger stroke the soft thatch of trimmed hair that adorned the center of her thighs. I pushed her legs wider apart and looked up at her briefly. The lust in her eyes was undeniable. I turned back, and pressed my mouth tightly to her cunt. My tongue slipped between her swollen labia and I could feel her entire body go rigid as I began to tongue-fuck her. She gasped and her hips squirmed, but I held her tight. I loved the smell of her, the taste of her. It was so familiar and I realized why. She had my mother's taste and my mother's smell. My tongue slid the length of her engorged sensitive lips, probing, tasting. I pushed my head up and pressed my lips around the firm nub at the center and I heard her gasp again as I began to suck her aroused little clit. Gently sucking, letting my tongue lightly flick across the firm tip of the nub, the lightly tracing little circles with my tongue. Her hips were roiling now, her hands firmly grasping my head and pulling me hard between her thighs. I could feel her hips occasionally thrust forward or upward against my mouth. As I continued to tongue her, I slipped one finger inside her slit, probing for the tight little entrance and finally found it. As my finger entered her, I began to finger-fuck her and tongue her clit at the same time. She groaned heavily and when I felt her body go rigid, and she emitted a soft cry, I knew she had reached the point of no return. She tried to push my head away as I tongued her while she orgasmed. Her hips bucked against my mouth and through the fog of my own lust and desire I heard her saying "Stop. Jeremy, please...no more." I finally pulled away, though not entirely. I softly kissed the insides of her thighs as the final waves of the climax washed over her. Her body finally relaxed, though her breathing was heavy and ragged. Still kneeling between her spread thighs, she pulled me back up and towards her, wrapping her arms around me. I could feel her small breasts pressed against my chest as our mouths came together again. Though her heart was racing, her breath was returning to normal. She pressed her lips to my cheek and held me. I heard her hoarsely growling "I love you" before she buried her face in my neck, her soft lips again kissing me. I held her a few minutes longer as we both calmed a bit. I finally stood up, my cock still resembling an iron rod, and I reached down and pulled her off the couch. I pulled her close to me, my cock pressed hard against her stomach, her breasts crushed against my chest, and kissed her softly. I pressed my lips to her ear and whispered, "Come with me." Holding her hand, I led her around the corner, up the stairs and down the hall to her bedroom and to the oversized queen bed. My sister had had that bed since her teen years, a large four-poster canopy bed, and she had always loved it. We stood right next to it now. With her facing the bed, I moved behind her, and grasping her hips, I pulled her tightly to me again. This time, my cock pressed hard against her ass and her lower back. My hands drifted upward and my arms encircled her. One hand came to rest lightly on her stomach, the other cupped her small firm breast. I bent down and nuzzled her neck. I felt her grind her ass back against me and my cock responded to the sudden shift in pressure and slow firm stimulation. I wanted her like I'd never wanted anything. I whispered in her ear, "I don't care if you're my little sister, you're an evil bitch. Are you trying to make me harder?" I could see the corners of her mouth turn up as she smiled, "I think if you get any harder, you're going to explode." "You have no idea yet, but you're going to find out. Get into the bed." And I watched her as she separated herself from my embrace and crawled slowly and invitingly into bed. Watching her as she crawled slowly on her hands and knees, her breasts moving in rhythm with her crawl, ass perched high one moment, and then in a slow, deliberate turn, her body shifted, and she turned and lowered herself onto her back in the middle of the bed. She strategically, tantalizingly placed her arms above her head, her blue eyes locking with mine, one leg stretched out long, the other bent and parted from the other, exposing herself to me. Teasing me. Inviting me. I reached down, taking my hard shaft in my hands, and stroked my cock only briefly. She shifted her eyes to watch...it was the only time her eyes left mine. I released my prick and crawled onto the bed with her, but I had only one intent. I crawled closer to her and moved between her spread thighs. I bent down and nipped at the soft silky flesh on the inside of her thighs with my teeth. I traced small circles on her skin with my tongue, leaving a light trail of saliva. She closed her eyes and laid back as I moved further up. I tongued her pussy briefly and heard her sigh before moving on. I lightly kissed her stomach, time and time again, and felt her hand as it fell on the back of my head, her fingers now tangled in my hair. My lips pressed lightly against her silken flesh. Her flat abdomen and small waist moved into shapely well-formed hips. I let my lips lightly drift against her skin, softly kissing her side and moving across her stomach to the other side, slowly working my way up. Her hips squirmed underneath me. I finally reached her chest. I delighted in tonguing the cleft between her small breasts. I teased her with my tongue, moving slowly. I again nipped at the firm flesh of her right breast, and finally reached the taut nipple. When I took it between my teeth, her fingers clinched my hair and pulled me tighter to her chest. I bit firmly and flicked my tongue across the sensitive tip. I was now wedged firmly between her legs and she had spread her thighs as wide as she could open them. My cock, thick and engorged, dropped heavily from between my legs and lay against her cunt. She reached down, and taking my shaft in her hand, slowly began to rub my cockhead against the vertical cleft between her thighs. Her head was thrown back, her hair draped all around her. I moved up again, and pressed my lips to her neck. She pulled my head toward hers and our mouths crushed together. Her hips were now thrusting against my cockhead as she pressed it firmly against her cunt and I felt the head slip in the tight entrance. I groaned as I entered her and simultaneously shoved my tongue deep in her mouth as my rock-hard cock began to penetrate her. I was resisting the urge to savagely fuck her. I had been in a constant state of arousal since the afternoon's activities. I thought back to straddling her firm ass in the late afternoon sun, grinding my cock hard against her bottom as I slathered the lotion on her back. Having her under me now, on her back, her legs spread for me, gazing up at me with those penetrating blue eyes, I couldn't stop myself and slowly began to thrust my cock into her, sliding in deeper with each thrust. I heard her grunt softly with each new thrust. The desire to fuck her was overwhelming. I drove my cock in hard with one final shove, the length of my shaft encased in her tight cunt. I tried to drive my prick even deeper, but my pubic bone was already pressed hard against her mound. I lowered myself down to her, and slowly pulled her over on her side as I rolled over so that we were side by side. I reached down and pulled her upper leg over my hip. I slowly ground my cock inside her, and felt her hips move in rhythm to mine. Mom and Sis Ch. 02 Her hand was on my lower back, holding me tight to her. I slipped my hand up her leg, caressed her firm ass, and grasped her bottom as I began to fuck her. Her cunt was tight around my cock, easing the ache that had been building in my prick all day. I buried my face in her neck, holding her body hard against my mine. She was incredibly wet, and despite my size and how tight she was, I slipped in and out of her easily. I heard her soft mewling, and the whispered fragments of her voice as I was now in a rhythm of long deep strokes. "Unnnnnnnnnnh. Jeremy. Yessssss. Yessssss. Ohhhhhhh, Jeremy. Harder. Yesssssss. Harder. Fuck me. Fuck me harder..." The sound of her voice was making me crazy and though I knew that if I fucked her harder I would come almost instantaneously, it didn't matter. I rolled her back over and lifted myself off her just enough so that I could drive my cock into her with hard deep thrusts. My balls were aching with the pressure of needed release and I intended to have it. I began to pound my cock into her, withdrawing just to the point of my cockhead and then shoving the long hard shaft back deep inside her. My long absence from sex combined with the extraordinary arousal meant that I wasn't going to be able to control myself any longer. I began to fuck her with abandon...pressing my mouth to her ear and whispering hoarsely through ragged breath "I'm going to cum Jess...I'm going to cum in your cunt." When I felt her nails digging into my back, it sent me spinning. I felt the eruption begin deep in my balls, and felt the thick warm stream of fluid as it spent itself through my cock. Finally, the trickle of sperm at the tip of my cockhead, buried deep in her cunt, became like a flow of volcanic lava...each spasm of my cock now associated with another stream of cum filling her... Our bodies, tightly intertwined, lubricated by the thin film of sweat soaking each of us. Her hips were grinding hard against mine, milking my cock for every drop. I was grinding just as hard against her, trying unsuccessfully to meld my body to hers. As the spasms subsided, the writhing of our bodies did as well. I was gasping for breath, holding myself above her trying not crush her with my weight. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled to my side, drawing her with me, trying to keep my now semi-rigid cock from slipping out of her. I kissed her again, pulling her hard to me. Feeling her small breasts crushed against my chest. One of her hands lightly caressing my back, the other on my ass, nails still digging into my flesh, trying to hold me in place. As my cock grew limper, the soft organ slowly slipped from between her thighs and we both groaned. The simultaneity of those groans led us to both laugh, and pull each other tighter again. I reached my hand up to her face, pushing the stray strands of sweat-stroked hair back. Her smile was dazzling. I felt her lips against my cheek. Softly pressing against my lips. As I finally regained my breath, I slowly stroked the small of her back. I kissed her again and smiled at her. "Still think it's a shame that I'm your brother?" She laughed and rolled onto her back, separating herself from me in an effort to get cool – the heat of our bodies pressed together was too much. "Oh god no. Jeremy. I wouldn't have it any other way." I reached down and cupped her breast, teasing the still-taut nipple with my fingers. "I love you, you know." She turned her head to look at me, those blue eyes once again captivating mine. "I love you too, baby." "It's going to be hard for me to be in the same house with you all the time and trying to keep my hands off you." She gave me a half-hearted stern look. "If you have any thoughts of keeping your hands, or any other part of your body off me, you can just forget those right now." She looked down at my limp prick, shrunken and still glistening with her wetness. She reached down and gently took my still-aching balls in her hand, slowly massaging the tender orbs. My cock, as it is want to do, reacted swiftly to her ministrations. It straightened perceptibly at the stimulation. Jess, slightly surprised, grasped my solidifying organ and slowly began to stroke the semi-hard shaft. Which, as expected, reacted even more strongly. Jess, still gently stroking my newly erect cock, looked at me again and smiled. "Big brother, one might think you'd never been laid if this is how you react." I bent over and kissed her. "Are you complaining already?" As she felt my hand slip between her thighs, my fingers probing her cunt, my cock now hard in her hand, she again spread her legs, laid her head back on the bed and said. "No complaints, no. None at all." Mom & Sis Drunk and Horny from CFNM This is a Summer Lovin' contest story. Please vote. * Horny son has summertime fun with his whore of a mother and his slutty sister. My name is John but my mother, Jenny, calls me Jack, probably because that was the name of my biological father, her prom date when she was only 18-years-old. Conceived in the backseat of a 1990 Pontiac Trans Am 24-years-ago, she gave birth to me nine months later when she was barely 19-years-old. Now 42-years-old but looking ten years younger, my Mom is a real MILF with a stripper's body and a movie star's face. She told me that before her prom date could put a ring on her finger to make me legitimate instead of the bastard that I am today, he joined the Marines, went off to war, and never returned. Being that she can't even remember his last name, she doesn't know if he's alive or dead. My kid sister Emma, half-sister actually, was born two years later when my mother got a job stripping off her clothes while dancing around a pole for tips to support me. One of her special lap dance, private customers got her pregnant. Even then, with her having more than a few special lap dance customers, she doesn't know which one of her private customers was my sister's Daddy. Being that she was so fertile, my mother should have kept a notebook of who she had sex with when. I'm just glad she had her tubes tied with the birth of my sister. One bitch of a sister is enough. A good looking woman who lived alone with two small kids without a job, unable to work and on welfare, she always had some man sniffing around her and willing to support her in exchange for sex. I guess men would rather give money to her than to waste their money at a strip club for a special lap dance from a stripper who had God knows what diseases. At least they saw that my Mom was trying to do the right thing by raising and caring for her children. Still, when seeing my Mom out in the world without us tagging behind, probably because she was so young and looked more like a teenager than she did a twenty-something-year-old, ex-stripper of a woman , one would never think that she had two kids. * * * * * As far back as I could remember, I'd hear her moaning and, whichever new man she was with, I'd hear him groaning while they had rock star, mattress squeaking, and head banging against the headboard sex. Humping one another so hard and so fast, my venetian blinds kept time with their humping by bumping against my window. Sexually excited listening to my mother having sex and being that I always wished that I could have rock star sex with her too, I never viewed her as a normal son would view his mother. Much like every other man she's been with and she's been with many, I viewed her as a sexual object to be lusted over and desired. Especially at my testosterone filled age, always horny, believing that sex is all that I wanted, I never considered that what I really wanted was to have incestuous sex with my mother. Not a typical childhood and grateful for that, at least she didn't abort us or put us up for adoption. A loving mother, always cooking and cleaning, she always tried to make the best home that she could for us. Now that I'm of age and earn decent money, I help support her and my sister. It's the least that I can do for all that she's done for me in raising me and in making me the man that I am today. Maybe because we don't share the same father but instead of her calling me John or Jack, my sister calls me jerk because she's a bitch. Notwithstanding her calling me names, the fact that I hate her doesn't stop me from spying on her and peeping on her while trying to see her naked. Then, whenever I see something of her that a brother shouldn't see of his sister, I ogle her while masturbating over her. Like mother like daughter, my sister is a good looking broad. Much like my mother, like mother like daughter, she has a wicked hot body. Again, much like my mother, like mother like daughter, she's a slut too. * * * * * After a long, cold, boring winter, summertime sexy fun is finally here. Today is the first day of summer. "Hooray!" A voyeur's dream come true, I love the summer's hot, humid weather where sexy, slutty women wear less clothes and show more skin. As if my voyeurism hibernated with the cold and with women wearing pants and pantyhose under their long skirts, the selfish bitches that they all are not to show their legs, women's exhibitionism was non-existent in the wintertime for the sake of them keeping warm. The summertime is the opposite with women taking it off instead of putting it on. Rather wanting to be cool than to be hot, oxymoronic to me, when they remove their clothes, the cooler they are the hotter they are. No more coats and jackets to hold down short, light skirts that blow up with the summer breeze in the way of a loose leaf floating on a current of air. Short skirts with panties instead of pantyhose for me to see what I shouldn't see when women bend, stoop, sit, and climb up a flight of stairs ahead of me are my summertime memories to make. Low cut blouses, especially those without a bra, that give me down blouse, side blouse, and up blouse views are all part of my summertime, entertainment fun. Bathing suits that show too much and bikinis that show it all, summer is my best season to voyeur women. "Women, women, women, I love hot, sexy women, especially and specifically my whore of a mother and my sexy, slutty sister." Even with all of the women that there are out in the world, I don't know what it is about my mother and sister but I'm so very sexually attracted to them. If I could have sex with them, without hesitation, I would. If I could make them my sexy bitches and my sexual slaves, without thinking about the repercussions of having incestuous sex with my mother and sister, I would. But too confident and too strong willed, they have minds of their own. Being that as it may, going with the flow, anything to have sex with them, I wouldn't mind them making me their sexual slave. They are two women who will never allow a man to control them. They are the ones who take the control by teasing men while flaunting men their hot bodies while acting so innocent by making their flashes appear accidental. Every day I masturbate over making love to my mother and fucking my sister. Every day I masturbate over imagining them blowing me. Wishing I could have an incestuous threesome, I'd love for my mother and sister to suck my cock while I fondled their big breasts and fingered their nipples. In addition to it being the first day of summer, a day to celebrate semi-naked women, today is my slutty sister's twenty-first birthday. Never seeing it coming but hoping that one day it would, today is the day that changed my life forever. Never will I have another day to match this day. Masturbating about it daily, as if it all happened yesterday, I'll remember this first day of summer for the rest of my life. * * * * * "Happy birthday Emma," I said giving her a birthday card and a gift, some perfume, along with a kiss on her cheek. When I kissed my sister's cheek, something I've never done before, being that I don't like her as a person, nonetheless my personal feelings for her, a flash of sexual excitement hit me in the way of a glass of cold water being thrown in my face. With the both of us growing up in a broken home and having a troubled childhood, it was then that I realized that I've never been as physically close to my sister as I was then when I kissed her cheek. Because she has such a smoking hot body with such a pretty face, I've always wanted my sister, ever since she turned eighteen but it was then that I wanted her in the way that I never wanted her before. Instead of her being my kid sister, she was a woman now and I was a man. "Thank you Johnny," she said beaming and looking up at me with her big, blue eyes in the way that I imagined her looking up at me while on her knees with my big, hard, hairy cock buried in her sweet, pretty mouth. Maybe because I gave her a gift, she called me Johnny instead of jerk. For the first time, she looked at me in the lustful way that I look at her. Perhaps wishful thinking on my part, maybe in the way that I had sexual feelings for her, she had sexual feelings for me too. It's amazing the things that go through my mind when sexually fantasizing about having sex with my naked sister and, for that matter, when thinking about having sex with my naked mother too. Suddenly, a sexual, incestuous fantasy like no other controlled my mind and I couldn't think of anything else but my mother and sister naked. Naked, naked, naked, I'd so love to see one or the other or the both of them naked. Instead of kissing my sister on the cheek, I wished I could have lifted up her short skirt, pulled down her white, bikini panty, put her across my lap and paddled her round, firm, naked ass twenty-one times with another hard slap for good luck. I wonder what she'd say or do if I dared do that, pull up her short skirt, pull down her white, bikini panty, put her across my lap, and paddle her round, firm, naked ass twenty-one times with another hard slap for good luck. Would she like me doing that to her or would she be angry? Would it sexually excite her or would it gross her out that her brother spanked her naked ass? "Wow!" Just the thought of pulling up her short skirt gave me an erection. Just the thought of pulling down her white, bikini panty against her will made me wild with sexual desire for her. Just the thought of forcing her across my lap to slap her round, firm, naked ass made me wish that I could have sex with my sister. I had an erection just thinking about spanking my sister. I had an even harder erection just thinking about having crazy, wild sex with my sister after spanking her. Setting the precedent, if only I could spank my sexy sister on her birthday, I imagined doing the same to my mother on her birthday. I imagined pulling up my mother's short skirt, pulling down her white bikini panty, putting her across my lap, and slapping her round, firm naked ass on her birthday too. As if I was really doing it instead of just thinking about doing it in my mind, I could really imagine her reaction if I did spank her naked ass. I could really imagine what she'd say if I spanked my mother on her birthday on her naked ass in the way that I wanted to spank my sister on her birthday on her naked ass too. "Johnny? What the Hell are you doing?" I imagined my mother trying to turn away from me to deny me a peek of her panty clad ass when I pulled up her short skirt and held it there in place. "What the Hell has gotten into you? Put down my skirt this second," I imagined her saying with the back of her short skirt raised up to her lower back. A futile attempt, I imagined her trying to swat my hand away. Another futile attempt, I imagined her trying to pull, turn, and twist away from my grasp. "Relax mother. Today is your birthday. Happy birthday mother. I'm just giving you your birthday spanking," I imagined saying to her while reaching beneath her skirt to pull down her panties. Then, in one sexually excited swipe, I imagined pulling down her panty all the way down to her ankles. As much as her pussy was exposed to me, there a sight to behold was my mother's shapely, naked, ass ready to be spanked. So round and so firm, this wasn't just anyone's ass, this was my mother's ass. "Oh my God! How dare you pull down my panties?" Controlling her by tightly holding up and onto the back of her skirt hem, I imagined my mother feebly protesting while struggling to free herself from my horny hold. "Don't you dare look at my naked ass." Pushing on her upper back, I imagine bending her forward. "Don't you dare look at my pussy. I mean it Jack. Don't you dare look at your mother's cunt." "It's okay mother. I'm not going to rape you. It's your birthday Mom. My birthday gift to you is forty-two slaps on your naked ass with one extra hard slap for good luck. Then, later, knowing how much being spanked will sexually excite you," I imagined saying while sliding a slow hand over her pussy lips and a stiff finger inside, "just like your slutty daughter did on her birthday, you can blow me." * * * * * Instead of kissing my sister on the cheek, I wanted to take her in my arms and French kiss her as if she was a woman I picked up at the bar and who had invited me home for hot sex. Instead of kissing my sister on her cheek, I wish I could have kissed her ass and tossed her salad before licking her pussy while reaching up to feel her big tits and finger her erect nipples. Instead of merely kissing my sister on her cheek for her birthday, I wish I could have made love to her and really pounded her pussy to give her a happy fucking birthday orgasm. I'd love to watch and hear my slutty sister cumming. "Johnny! Oh Johnny. I'm going to cum. I'm cumming. Lick me faster. Finger me deeper. Don't stop. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God." "Happy fucking birthday Emma," I imagined saying to her while she was still in her bed naked while reveling in the afterglow of having an orgasm. "Oh Johnny, thank you. I've been so looking forward to this day, my birthday and the first day of summer, when you pound my pussy and give me a happy fucking birthday orgasm," I imagined her saying with wild, sexual enthusiasm while basking in her sexual afterglow. "Is there something that I can do for you?" I imagined my sister feeling my erection through my jeans while looking up at me seductively. "Yeah, you can suck my cock bitch," I imagined saying to her while unzipping myself, pulling out my cock, grabbing a handful of her hair, and jamming myself in her mouth. "Suck my cock Emma. Suck it. Suck it bitch. I need to cum in your mouth." Alas, nothing more than a sexual fantasy that was motivated by her twenty-first birthday today and the first day of summer, I'd love to do to her all that I imagined doing to her. Instead of her being my bitchy, sexy, slutty sister, I wish I could make her my bitchy, sexy, slutty lover. A love/hate relationship, I suddenly wanted my sister in a way that I've never wanted my sister before and in the way that I've always wanted my mother. Consumed by incestuous sexual thoughts, if only my sister wanted me as much as I want her, I'd do her. If only my mother wanted me as much as I want my mother, I'd do her too. In the way that so many men have experienced one or the other, if only I could have a threesome with my whore of a mother and slut of a sister, this summer would be the best summer ever and I'd be a happy man. Alas, knowing that I'd never have sex with my sister or with my mother, I knew it was all just a sexual fantasy. Alas, knowing a threesome with my sister and mother was out of the question, the only time I'd have sex with them is in my dreams. At the very least, being that the summer was finally here, I could ogle their nearly naked bodies out by the pool while masturbating myself in my room. "Happy birthday Sis," I imagined holding my cock in my hand to show her my special birthday gift that I wrapped especially for her. "Think of my cock as a special Hostess Twinkie," I imagined saying to her. "I tied a bow around my cock for you to untie before you suck me to reveal the creamy surprise inside." "Oh thank you Johnny. I can't wait to unwrap your cock and suck it. Yum, I can't wait to swallow your creamy surprise," I imagine Emma saying while being so appreciative of my birthday present and grateful to not only suck my cock but also to swallow my cum. A family tradition, if only once a year on our birthdays, how hot would that be for my sister to suck my cock on her birthday and on my birthday too? What better birthday gift can I give my sister than having her blow me and what better birthday gift can my sister give me than by blowing me? I can't think of anything better than that either, unless it's to bang my sister and give her a Happy fucking Birthday orgasm. In the meantime, being that today is her birthday and being that I'm so tempted, how hot would that be for me to lift her short, skirt, pull down her white, bikini panty, and feel my hand all over her naked ass while spanking her? 'Slap! Slap! Slap!' "Johnny! Don't. Let me go!" If only I could, I'd slap her tight, little, naked ass. 'Slap! Slap! Slap!' "Mom! Help!" How hot would that be for me to so sexually abuse my sister on the pretense of giving her good luck birthday slaps? 'Slap! Slap! Slap!' I can just hear her screaming now while struggling to get away from me. "Johnny don't! Let me go! Stop it! Mom! Johnny pulled up my short skirt, pulled down my white, bikini panties, put me over his lap, and is spanking my naked ass," I imagined my sister calling for my mother to rescue her from me. "That's nice dear," I imagined my mother saying. "I can't wait for my birthday when your brother does the same to me too. I can't wait for his birthday when I fall to my knees and suck his cock while seductively looking up at him with my big, blue eyes." 'Slap! Slap! Slap!' Wishing I could see her with my big, hard, hairy cock in her beautiful mouth, I'd do anything to fuck my sister and to watch her suck me while looking up at me with her big, blue eyes. "Johnny stop. You're hurting me. My ass is all red and sore." 'Slap! Slap! Slap!' Alas, just a sexual fantasy, my sister, even the slut that she is, would never do me, her big brother, or allow me to do her. She'd never even allow me pull up her short skirt, pull down her white, bikini panty, pull her across my knee and allow me to slap her round, firm, naked ass twenty-one times with another hard slap for good luck. 'Slap! Slap! Slap!' "Oh my God, Johnny, I'm going to cum," I imagined my sister being so sexually excited from me spanking her. I'd so love to slap her naked ass twenty-one times. 'Slap! Slap! Slap!' "Johnny! I'm cumming. I'm cumming." I'd so love to give her one, hard, last slap as a good luck slap. 'Slap!' "Ow! Asshole," I imagine her saying while rubbing her red ass. * * * * * Now of legal drinking age, no matter that she's been drinking for years already anyway, my whore of a mother took my slut of a sister, where else, to an all-male revue, strip club. Unbelievable with them being the sluts that they both are and with me being so horny, just what is my mother teaching my sister by bringing her to a strip club on her twenty-first birthday? A long time sexual fantasy, I just hoped to God that they'll come home so drunk and so horny that they won't know or care who I am and give me incestuous sex. A dream come true, I'd love to have sex with my drunken, naked mother and drunken, naked sister. 'Wow,' I thought to myself. 'Wouldn't that be something if they came home so drunk and so horny that they practically raped me instead of me having to rape them?' Yet, much in the same way of the spanking their naked asses, knowing that would never happen either, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, it was exciting nonetheless to masturbate over the thoughts of having sex with my mother and my sister. If nothing else and at the very least I imagined, too drunk to notice while talking to me, maybe they'll strip naked in front of me while readying themselves for bed. Two for one, I'd love to compare my mother's naked body to my sister's naked body. With their adjoining bedroom doors wide open in the way they've been leaving their bedroom doors open lately while undressing, I imagined standing in between their bedroom doorways while watching them undress and stripping themselves naked in readiness for bed. Distracting them with conversation while staring at their naked bodies, I imagined asking them questions about their CFNM adventure. As if watching a tennis match, going from watching my mother undressing to my watching my sister undressing, I imagined them both removing their blouses and short skirts to stand before me in their low cut bras and revealing bikini panties while telling me all that happened and all that they shamelessly did at the strip club. Then, mindlessly moving their hands behind their backs while incessantly talking while drunk, I imagined watching them remove their bras, first my mother and then my sister, first one cup and then the other, to show me their big tits. How hot would that be to see my mother and sister standing before me topless? Four breasts, four areolas, and four nipples, I'd love to see them both standing there topless at the same time. Then, as if synchronized swimmers or symbiotic strippers, with a downward push at the same instant, I imagined watching them remove their panties to show me their blonde, trimmed pussies and firm, round asses. Mom & Sis Drunk and Horny from CFNM "Wow! Naked, naked, naked, I wish I could see them both naked." * * * * * Having masturbated over the thoughts of my mother sucking me for years, visualizing her poised on her knees in front of me while looking up at me, I've always wanted her to blow me while I reached my horny hand down her nightgown to fondle her big tits and finger her hard nipples. Having imagined it so very many times while masturbating, I've always wondered what it would feel like to have my hard, hairy cock buried in my mother's warm, wet mouth while she stroked me, sucked me, and stared up at me with her big, blue eyes. I've always wondered what it would feel like to feel my mother in places where a son should never feel his mother as she sucked and stroked my cock. While stroking me to an even harder erection, with a hand behind her blonde, pretty head, my sexy dream come true, I imagined shooting a warm, oozy load of cum in my mother's mouth and watching her swallow. If only just my sexual fantasy, it's one that I've masturbated to countless times over the years. If only just my sexual fantasy, I hoped to realize more than that tonight when my mother and sister return home drunk and horny from the CFNM club. Having masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with my sister for years also, I've always wanted to fuck my baby sister. I've always wondered what it would feel like for my cock to be inside of her while I kissed and kissed her. She's got such a hot body and a tight, little ass that I'd love to pound her, really bang her pussy. In the same way that I'd love to see my mother on her knees, I'd give anything to see my sexy sister sucking my cock as I reached down her nightgown to feel her big tits and finger her hard nipples. Like mother like daughter, in looking at my mother, no one would believe that she's forty-something and not thirty-something. I'd love to bend my mother over a table and fuck her like the whore that she is. It's always been my sexual fantasy to lift up her short skirt, pull down her white, bikini panties, and slide my cock deep inside my mother's cunt. It's always been my sexual dream to strip my mother naked while she feebly fights me and verbally protests. If only she'd allow me to fuck her, I would. Getting my mother's genes, with her barely looking eighteen-years-old, no one would believe she was twenty-one-years-old today, of all days, the first day of another long, hot summer. In the same way that I'd love to do to my mother, I'd love to bend my sister over a table to fuck her like the bitch she is. It's always been my sexual fantasy to lift up her short skirt, pull down her white, bikini panties, and slide my cock deep inside my sister's pussy. It's always been my sexual dream to strip my sister naked while she feebly fights me and verbally protests. If only she'd allow me to fuck her, I would. Maybe tonight or this morning, being that it's already after 1am, I'll have my chance to do one or the other or both of them together. How hot would that be to do mother and daughter together in an incestuous, sexual threesome. At the very least, maybe I'll get to see one or the other parading around in their underwear, their sheer, nearly see-through nightgown, topless, or even naked. Whether oblivious to me living there too or purposely teasing me, leaving their bedroom doors open while they dress and undress, they haven't been as careful as they should about their modesty lately. I wonder what my sister would say or do if she caught me having sex with my mother. I wonder what my mother would say or do if she caught me having sex with my sister. I'd love to show one or the other, or both of them, my erect cock. Pulling out my cock in front of them to stroke myself as they stared, I'd love to masturbate myself in front of them. I'd love for them to watch me cum. A motherly hand job or a sisterly jerk off, maybe one or the other would give me a helping hand. Then, when ready to cum, maybe they'll allow me to cum all over their face and/or across their naked tits. When ready to cum, maybe one or the other will take me in their mouth and swallow. Continuing my sexual fantasy while masturbating myself, I wondered what they'd do if they saw my big prick. Would they stare or would they look away? Would they reach out their hand to touch me, fondle me, and stroke me? Would they fall to their knees to suck me? Would they climb on the bed ready to fuck me? Realizing that it was just a sexual fantasy, I'll never have sex with my mother and/or my sister. Only, I wish I could. Recently, they've both been having some sexy fun teasing me by flashing me up skirts and down blouses. Acting as if they didn't know that they're showing and pretending that they don't notice me looking, just as they are both exhibitionists, I'm a voyeur. As if sexually teasing me was their personal game to play or their private joke to make, they have no idea that they're playing with fire by making me so hot and horny. Maybe in sexually teasing me, they're waiting for me to make the next move. Maybe they both want me as much as I want them. Leaving their bedroom doors open purposely or inadvertently while changing their clothes, they've been giving me nightly striptease shows before mildly protesting. Then, when I notice them undressing and stand there and stare too long, as if I'm the pervert and they're the innocent ones, they slam shut their bedroom door in my face. As if it was all my fault for looking at what they were so immodestly showing, at least seeing them in their bra and panty or topless gave me plenty of masturbation fodder. * * * * * With neither one of them shrinking violets or wallflowers, I imagined them having sex with strippers and the strippers sexually having their wicked ways with them in the way that I'd love to have my wicked way with my mother and sister. Imagining the both of them having sex, I spent the night wondering what they were doing and who they were doing while at the strip club. Being that they're both nasty whores, I know they weren't going there just to drink and to ogle the nearly naked men. I knew they were going there for sex. I could just imagine them sitting in a chair sucking the cock of whichever stripper walked over to them or sucking the cock of whichever stripper they knelt in front of while he held a towel behind their heads and while they stroked and sucked him. Wishing I was a fly on the wall, I'd love to watch my mother and/or sister in sexual action. That would be so hot to watch my Mom and/or my sister suck some stranger's cock. Wishing I was a male stripper myself, I know what goes on in those CFNM clubs. I know the strippers have their cocks sucked while they have their wicked sexual ways with the ladies, a loosely based term, sarcastically used to describe their lack of morals by calling my mother and my sister ladies. If I was a male stripper and invited my Mom and sister to the club, a favorite fantasy of mine to have while masturbating, I wondered if they'd suck me while allowing me to grope them where a son should never grope his mother and/or sister. How hot would that be for my mother and/or sister to suck my cock under the pretense that I wasn't their son or brother but just another stripper? Still so very horny, I spent the night masturbating without cumming to the thoughts of my mother on her knees and sucking the cock of a stripper while he reached his hand down her low cut blouse and inside her bra to feel her tits and finger her nipples. I wanted to cum but I didn't want to waste my cum, not now, not yet. I decided to save my cum in the hopes that my mother and/or sister would give me hot, incestuous sex, should they come home as horny as they'd be drunk and as horny as I was now. Even though I so wanted to have incestuous sex with my mother and/or sister, I knew sex with my mother and/or sister would never happen. My Mom may be a whore and my sister a slut but they weren't incestuous whores and sluts. If they were incestuous whores and sluts, they would have given me hot sex a long time ago. Yet, if only I could, I'd have sex with my mother and/or with my sister. * * * * * My Mom has big tits and after seeing plenty of down blouse views and down nightgown glimpses of her cleavage and of most of her tits, I've always wanted to touch them, feel them, fondle them, caress them, and suck them while fingering, pulling, turning, twisting, and biting her big nipples. With her not sexually shy and with her working as a stripper when she was younger, I can't imagine how many hands touched and felt her big tits. I can't imagine how many men had their wicked, sexual way with her hot body. I can't imagine how many men she's sucked and fucked while earning a living as a stripper. She's such a whore but she's my Mom and I love her. Imagining my sister laying on the stage floor on her back with her long, shapely legs wrapped around his broad, muscular back while being fucked by one of the strippers, I stroked my cock to the image of my sister having sex in public. I could just hear the other women cheering her on after finding out that today was her twenty-first birthday. I could just imagine her squirming around the dirty stage floor while being licked and fucked. After she sucked the cocks of a couple of strippers before being fucked herself, I could just see her sexually excited and hear her having an orgasm. All of my friends and nearly every man that I know has been sexually intimate with my sister. She's such a slut. I wondered if my mother and/or sister would tell me all that happened at the CFNM strip club or if they'd be too embarrassed to tell me. I couldn't wait to hear the dirty, sexy details of all that happened so that I could masturbate over the imagined images of them having sex with the strippers. She's such a slut and a bitch but she's my little, kid sister and I love her. * * * * * Selling tickets at fifty bucks a pop and serving drinks at inflated prices, those CFNM clubs would make so much more money if they allowed men to watch what the women do. As if looking down on a hockey ring from the second floor balcony, I imagined a glassed off, soundproofed, darkened area where husbands and boyfriends are allowed to watch their wives and girlfriends through one way glass doing the strippers. How hot would that be? No doubt inhibited and not wanting their man to know that they're sexy sluts and dirty whores, women don't want their men to know what they do when they aren't around. Their dirty, little secret, actually with so many videos posted online, we don't have to imagine what happens at a CFNM strip club, we already know. Yet, if only just for the sake of pillow talk, there are plenty of men who'd love to watch their women giving some hot, young, sexy, hard bodied, male stripper one-time sex. Imagine you fiancée being taking out by the women for a bachelorette party. With you thinking your bride to be is a virgin, imagine her sucking strippers and being fucked by strippers. How hot would that be to watch your wife, your girlfriend, your mother, and/or your sister being stripped naked and willingly giving men blowjobs before fucking them? Oh my God, I'd love to see some stripper strip my mother and/or sister naked. I'd love to watch my mother and/or sister having sex with the strippers. Fucking one while blowing another, with strippers taking turns, I'd love to watch my mother and/or my sister pull a stripper, gangbang train. "Wow," I said for no one to hear while I continuing to stroke myself and while imagining my mother and sister having hot sex with the naked, male strippers. I only hope they come home drunk. I only hope they come home horny. The only chance that I'll have of having sex with my mother and/or sister is if they come home drunk and horny. * * * * * "Finally, they're home," I said when hearing a car pull up to the house. I turned off the TV and got up from my chair to look out the window. Able to hear them laughing through the closed windows of the cab, it was them coming home in a taxi. If they had gotten a ride home from someone and invited them in the house, ruining my hoped for plans of having incestuous sex with my drunken mother and sister, I was glad they didn't get a lift home from a couple of strippers. Obviously figuring that they'd be too drunk to drive, I was glad they took a cab there and home. Worried about them coming home safely, especially if they had too much to drink, I was happy that they were home. Even though I've lusted over my mother and even though I hate my bitch of a sister, being that they are the only family that I have except for my Aunt Kathy, my mother's sister, and my Cousin Diane, I still love them. After being so horny all night while imagining what they were doing, I was happy they were home. I couldn't wait to ask them if they had a good time. I couldn't wait to question them while interrogating them as to what they did to the strippers and what the strippers did to them. I couldn't wait for them to tell me all that happened. I couldn't wait to masturbate later over all that they told me. Wishing that I was drunk too, my excuse to meet them at the front door naked in hopes they'd take the hint, I so wanted to show them my erect cock. An immediate sexual fantasy to have, one that gave me an instant erection, I'd so love to greet them at the door with my cock in hand ready to masturbate in front of them while they told me all that they did. Pondering the idea of pretending that they had just awakened me from a sound sleep, it took all the self-control that I had for me not to strip off my clothes and meet them at the front door naked. Naked, naked, naked, I was horny enough to strip naked and exposed myself to them. Naked, naked, naked, I so wanted to show my mother and my sister my erection. Naked, naked, naked, I wondered how they'd react to me opening the door naked. Having seen quick, furtive glimpses of my cock before, not a stretch of my incestuous imagination, they both knew that I sometimes sleep in the nude. With them possibly so drunk and so horny, as if I was one of the male strippers, I wondered what they'd do if they saw my hard prick sticking straight out to welcome them home. Maybe, hopefully, they'd ask me to give them a private show. With one or the other perhaps shy about one or the other watching me getting a blowjob from my sister or my mother, I'd so love to put a towel behind one of their heads after they've fallen to their knees. * * * * * As if watching someone else, instead of my drunken mother and sister, as if watching a porn movie, I watched them falling out of the cab talking and laughing. They were so drunk. With her short skirt hiked up to her crotch and her legs spread wide open in the way of Britney Spears emerging from a limousine without wearing panties, no doubt, my mother gave the cab driver a nice view between her legs from the backseat of the cab. Then as she climbed from the cab, my mother gave me a spread legged, up skirt, between her legs view while slowly alighting from the cab. I wondered if my mother knew that I was looking. Did she know how much I could see of her? I wondered if she flashed me her pussy deliberately. Was she teasing me by flashing me her cunt on purpose? As if she was Britney Spears, Paris Hilton, Kim Kardashian, or Lindsay Lohan, after spending a drugged and drunken night on the town, she wasn't wearing any panties, the whore. God my mother is such a whore. Giving me so much to masturbate about, I'm so glad that my mother is a whore. "Wow!" 'Yet, even though I deemed my mother a whore, so sexually enamored with the view of her pussy,' I thought to myself. 'What did that make me when I couldn't stop myself from staring between my mother's legs? Was I a whoremonger or just a perverted, incestuous son?' She must have removed her panties in the club because noticing her panty line through her skirt when she was leaving, she was wearing panties when she left the house. Even though it was dark, it was still light enough outside to see what she was showing the whole neighborhood. As if looking at a Playboy magazine centerfold spread, literally and figuratively, instead of watching my mother climb out of the cab, I could clearly see her pussy from the shine of the street light. From the light of the first day of summer's super, full moon that lit her up as if she was a prisoner at a police station standing in a lineup, I had no difficulty seeing my mother's cunt. If I could see my Mom's pussy, I knew the cab driver saw my Mom's pussy too. If I could see my mother's pussy from my bedroom window, I knew whichever neighbor who was still awake and/or who she had just awakened, with all of the noise of her coming home, could see her pussy too by just looking out their front window. Worried that something would happen to them, I was just glad they made it home in one piece. Talking loudly and laughing hysterically, they barged in the front door as if they were two drunken ranch hands leaving a bar in Dodge City. In the way they acted, they made me laugh. Holding one another up with an arm around each other's waist and coming in the door singing, making me wish that I was drunk too, they seemed so happy that I wanted to share in their excitement too. With the blouses halfway unbuttoned and their cleavage and tops of their breasts exposed, I could only imagine how many male stripper's hands reached in their blouses to feel their big tits and finger their erect nipples while they stroked and sucked their cocks. I couldn't wait for them to tell me all that happened. I wished that I was drunk with them. Using my drunkenness as my excuse, I'd be touching my mother and feeling my sister where no son should ever touch his mother and no brother should ever feel his sister. They must have had a really good time and I was happy that they were so happy. I couldn't wait for them to tell me all that happened. Figuring they were drunk enough, I hoped they'd strip off their clothes in front of me while telling me all the details. Only, hoping they were as horny as they were drunk, their drunken behavior added to my horniness. * * * * * "Jack!" My mother surprised me when she threw her arms around my neck and looked me in the eyes as if to tell me that she wasn't drunk enough for her not to know that I was her son. Then, even though I was her son and she was my mother, she planted a big, wet kiss on my lips. My mother kissed me. I couldn't believe my mother just kissed me in the way she kisses all of her men. Now no longer able to use the excuse for her incestuous behavior that she was too drunk to know who I was, she could still use the excuse that she was horny after attending the CFNM strip club. Then, perhaps with the alcohol removing what little sexual inhibitions she had, she looked at me again but this time in the way that she looks at other men. As if giving me the eye, she gave me a sexual look that my mother has never given me before. This time as if I wasn't her son and for that moment she wasn't my mother, she looked at me as if she knew that I wanted her. She looked at me to tell me that she wanted me too before revealing with her kiss that she had to have me. Too hot to imagine, even in my wildest sexual fantasies of her, never has my mother kissed me like that before. Determined to demonstrate her sexual passion for me by French kissing me, not taking no for an answer, a sexy dream come true, I couldn't believe it when I felt her part my lips with her tongue. Lost in a sexual fantasy and difficult to tell if I was dreaming or if her kiss was real, my mother was French kissing me. As if she was trying to steal my gum with her tongue and as if she was my much older girlfriend instead of my Mom, my own fairy God mother of a cougar, my Mom continued French kissing me as if we were alone and my sister wasn't even there in the room with us. Mom & Sis Drunk and Horny from CFNM Her body was pressed tightly against mine in the way that I imagined her holding and hugging one of the strippers before kissing them. With not even room between us for her to slide a crisp, new, dollar bill down my pajama bottom in the way that I imagined her sliding a dollar bill in a stripper's G-string before feeling their cock, I couldn't believe my Mom was French kissing me. Certainly not a mother and son kiss, this wasn't just any French kiss. This was an opening up the door to incest between two consenting adults type of a kiss. This was my mother giving me the permission to have my wicked way with her shapely body. This was a real French kiss between a man and a woman instead of between a whore of a mother and her horny son. This was a passion filled, I want to fuck your brains out after I suck your cock kind of French kiss. This was a French kiss that I'd give a woman on the dance floor at a club before taking her home for sex at her place. Yet this was my mother and not some slutty party girl French kissing me. No doubt, this one kiss would have everlasting ramifications. No doubt, I'll remember and masturbate over this kiss for the rest of my life. Even if nothing else happened other than that hot, French kiss, even if my mother nor sister gave me sex, a longtime sexual fantasy of mine, I was content that my mother French kissed me. Adding to my masturbation fodder for later, I couldn't count how many times I fantasized over French kissing my mother while having sex with her. Yet, not wanting things to prematurely stop there with just a kiss, hoping for more but wanting to take control, I pushed my Mom up against the front door to return her kiss with my passion while pressing my hardening erection against her soft belly. Something that I only thought I'd be doing in my sexual fantasies, I was dry humping my mother while French kissing her. As if we were dogs in the street and as if my next move was to strip her naked and make love to her before fucking her, with her returning my humps with her kisses, I continued dry humping my mother while kissing and kissing her. With her lips temporarily satisfying all of my incestuous lust for her, so preoccupied in French kissing my mother, lost in her kisses, I didn't even think to feel her curvaceous body. What was I thinking or not thinking? She was willingly giving her body to me and I didn't even so much as feel her tits. Returning her passion with mine, in the way that I kissed my prom date as a horny 18-year-old senior in high school, I French kissed my mother. I couldn't believe that I was French kissing my mother. Figuring it would all end there with just a French kiss, I couldn't believe it when she reached her hand down and felt my erection through my pajama bottoms while kissing and kissing me. As jolting, mind evoking, and sexually provoking as it was exciting, my mother's hand felt my cock as if I was one of her lovers instead of her son. She slowly felt the full length of my erection before she cupped my balls with the gentleness of a mother feeling my forehead for a fever. Teasing it and squeezing it, her manicured fingers felt so good on my hard cock even through my pajama bottoms but I was so hoping that she's reach her motherly hand inside and pull out my cock. Something I've wanted to experience for years and masturbated to while imagining my mother feeling my cock, it was then that I knew that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. No doubt about it, it was then that I realized I'd be having sex with my mother. Obviously getting lucky tonight, by the mere fact that my mother was French kissing me while feeling the hardness of my cock through my pajama bottoms, I couldn't wait to strip her naked. Wishing she'd reach her hand inside, pull out my cock and stroke me before falling to her knees to suck me, instead she continued grabbing my stiff prick through my pajama bottoms as if she was holding onto her dildo. Having never touched my cock before, inside or outside of my clothes, something that I've always imagined her doing, my mother was feeling my cock now. Having never touched and felt my mother before, as soon as she felt my cock, taking that as my personal invitation to respond in kind to touch and feel her, I felt her tits and fingered her nipples through her blouse. Never so sexual aroused with any woman as I was with my mother, my brain was on fire. A sexual fantasy overload come true, I was feeling my mother's tits and fingering her nipples while my mother was feeling my cock. I couldn't wait to feel my cock inside of my mother. 'Wow! Holy shit,' I thought to myself. 'I can't believe this is really happening.' Even though I was enjoying myself immensely, in the back of my mind, creeping in with my guilty conscience, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of mother French kisses her son? Tit for cock, what kind of son French kisses his mother? More than just a kiss, what kind of mother feels her son's cock through his pajama bottoms? Unable to stop myself from touching her and feeling her, what kind of son feels his mother's tits and fingers her nipples through her blouse while kissing and kissing her? Lost in a fever of incestuous desire, in that moment unable to tell up from down and right from wrong, she wasn't my mother and I wasn't her son. We were just a man and a woman about to have hot sex. Yet, if we continue to cross this forbidden line, if we go from here to the bedroom and have sex, with no turning back, what kind of people have we become? I didn't know and I didn't care. I just wanted to fuck my mother. I couldn't help but think of all the trailer trash people who routinely appeared on Jerry Springer, sons lusting over their mothers and mothers having sex with their sons. Only we weren't like that. We weren't trailer trash. We weren't like them, I told myself while truly believing that there were extenuating circumstances that separated us from them. Having mitigating circumstances, our story was a different story than just a mother and son having sex. Our story was more of a love story, a son and mother so dependent upon one another that they can't imagine their lives without ever not being together, even in bed. "I love you Jack," whispered my mother in my ear as if on cue. "I love you Mom," I said responding in kind as if the word love was the key she needed to open her mouth to suck me and spread her legs to fuck me. * * * * * Not thinking about what's right and what's wrong until later, too sexually excited to even question the experience, especially after my mother told me that she loved me, I really didn't care what kind of mother and son we were. I was just glad that my mother had made the first move down the forbidden path to French kiss me and before feeling my cock through my pajamas. Sexually excited that she wasn't wearing a bra, a sexual fantasy come true, I was just glad that she allowed me to feel her tits and finger her nipples through her blouse without pushing my hand away and/or slapping my face. Just as I had a difficult time realizing that my mother was feeling my cock, I had a difficult time realizing that I was feeling my mother's big tits while fingering her hard nipples. It was then that I knew that my mother wanted me to touch and feel her as much as I wanted my mother to touch and feel me. Hoping that it would go that far, I couldn't wait to get her in her bedroom, strip her naked, and make love to her. I couldn't wait to lick her while fingering her. I couldn't wait to fuck her, really fuck her. I couldn't wait to give her an orgasm. I couldn't wait to watch her and feel her coming while locked within one another's arms. After hearing her having sex with so many different men, it was my turn to give her venetian blind banging, rock star sex while she screamed her passion for me to hear. "Jack! Don't stop. I'm cumming! Mommy's cumming," I imagined her saying while I pounded her pussy fast and hard. Having seen enough down nightgowns of my mother and having routinely seen the impressions her erect nipples make through her nightgown, my mother has big tits and big nipples. Glad that she wasn't wearing a bra, I couldn't believe I was feeling my mother's big tits while fingering her erect nipples. I should have known that she wasn't but she surprised me that she wasn't wearing a bra. She was wearing a bra when she left the house and must have removed it at the CFNM club to give the strippers better access to her naked tits. God she's such a whore but I'm so glad that she is. When I reached my hand inside her unbuttoned blouse and felt her breast and slid my finger across her erect nipple, first one and then the other, expecting her to do so, she surprised me when she didn't push my hand away. She surprised me when her kisses became more passionate as I felt and fondled her tits while fingering her nipples. So firm and yet so soft, the feel of her weighty breasts in my hand was just amazing. Allowing me to touch and feel her, it was amazing for her to French kiss me while she fondled my cock and while I felt her tits and fingered her nipples. I couldn't wait to strip her naked. I couldn't wait to get her in bed. I couldn't wait to fuck my mother. As soon as I felt her big tits and fingered her hard nipples, her obvious erogenous zones, encouraging me to feel more of her, she squirmed and swooned. Making her more of a woman than just my mother, she surprised me with her sexual passion. She surprised me that she was as sexually aroused as I was. With her being my mother after all and me being her son, I still had a hard time believing that she wanted to have sex with me as much as I wanted to have sex with her. Was this real or was I dreaming? With her allowing me to feel every curve of her shapely body unimpeded as if she was just wearing a flimsy nightgown, with her not wearing any underwear, no panties and no bra, I wondered if she had sex with a stripper. My mind was suddenly filled with my mother on her knees while sucking the cock of a stripper as he had his wicked way with her tits and her pussy. Maybe the reason why my mother was so horny was not only because she was drunk but also because she was so sexually aroused by the strippers. I couldn't wait for her to give me some hot pillow talk in sharing all of the details of what happened at the strip club. Obviously, even though she may have given some man an orgasm, he didn't return the favor. With me the beneficiary of her horniness, I was more than ready to give my mother what she wanted, an orgasm. With her still fondling my cock and still French kissing me, a bold move on my part, I reached beneath her short skirt and between her legs to cup her naked pussy in my hand. Even while I was moving and positioning my hand between her legs, I couldn't believe that I was about to touch and feel my mother's cunt. Just as it was one thing for me to French kiss my mother, it was another thing for me to feel my mother's tits while fingering her nipples while she felt my cock. Yet, seemingly and entirely quite another thing, it was an even more serious, incestuous violation of her for me to feel her pussy. An incestuous point of no return, going where no son should ever go with his mother, I was about to finger my mother's cunt. Becoming so turned on by her kisses and by her expert touch of my cock through my pajama bottoms, I cupped my mother's pussy in my right hand. There I felt her. Yet, as if poised at the precipice of opening Pandora's Box, afraid to move my finger for fear that I'd unleash her inner sexual beast, I was about to embark in the Devil's incestuous playground. Summoning the courage to part her clam, I couldn't even imagine wiggling my finger once inside of my mother. About to finger my mother, I couldn't believe I was touching and feeling my mother's cunt and about to part her pussy lips. Such a bold move on my part and a sexual fantasy come true, while still feeling my mother's tits with one hand, I was feeling my mother's pussy with my other hand. I couldn't believe that I was holding my mother's blonde, trimmed, pubic haired cunt in the palm of my right hand. Having gone this far and no doubt believing that she would, I needed to know if she'd allow me to finger her. With a gentle but firm and deliberate swipe of my index finger, slowly moving my finger back and forth, as if my finger knew her combination, I traced the outside of her pussy lips before my finger parted her clam and fell deeper inside of her to feel her warm wetness. Oh my God, as if I was dreaming this in a sexual fantasy, I couldn't believe that I was fingering my mother's cunt while kissing and kissing her and while feeling her tits and fingering her nipples as she continued fondling my cock. Her cunt was so wet that she made my cock so hard with the anticipation of licking her pussy before fucking her pussy and before having her suck my cock. Right there and right then, I was finally having sex with my mother. Yet, I couldn't help but wonder if she was wet for me or if she was wet from having sex with the strippers? No matter who she was wet for, I fingered and teased her clit with my fingertip before pushing myself deeper inside of her to impale her pussy with my long, stiff finger. Tightening her hug around my neck, she gasped as my finger probed her deeper. As if I was her lover instead of her son and at this point I was her lover, I made my mother sexually gasp. Wow. "Oh my God, Jack," she whispered in my ear. "You know just where and how to touch me." A sexual fantasy come true, something that I always imagined doing, I couldn't believe that I was finger fucking my mother. Rubbing her clit, while pushing my finger deeper in and out, now that I was inside of my mother while she was French kissing me and still fondling my hard prick, I knew she was wet for me. I felt her wiggling her body while encouraging me to slide my finger deeper inside of her. In and out and all around, while rubbing her clit and wiggling my finger, I was probing and finger fucking my mother's pussy as if she was just another drunken woman that I picked up at a club. Finally breaking off her kiss to breathe heavily in my ear as I still fingered her pussy, fondled her tits, and fingered her nipples, I felt her squirming her sexual desire for me. Then, when she stuck her tongue in my ear, telling me what I was wanting to hear, she whispered her desire for me. "Fuck me Jack. Stick that big, hard cock in my warm, wet pussy. Make love to Mommy." A son who always obeyed his mother, I couldn't wait to get her in her bedroom, strip off her clothes, and have sex with her. I needed to get my mother naked. I needed to see my mother naked. I needed to see her looking at me with sexual passion as I needed to look at her with incestuous horniness. Needing to make love to her first instead of fucking her, later, after I've had my loving way with her naked body, I'll really pound her pussy. Then, after we fucked, my longtime sexual fantasy come true, I needed for my mother to suck my cock while looking up at me with her big, blue eyes, so that I could put a gentle hand to the back of her head cum in her mouth. * * * * * "Hey, give me a turn," said my sexy sister interrupting us by pushing my mother out of the way. As horny for me as I was horny for her, my sister was as horny as I imagined she'd be while having sex with the strippers. When Emma showed how much she wanted me, she inflamed my incestuous desire with passion for my sister as well as for my mother. She surprised the shit out of me when she pushed my mother out of the way to plant one on my lips. Just like mother like daughter, I couldn't believe my bitch of a slutty sister was French kissing me too. Then, when she reached down and felt my cock through my pajama bottoms in the way that my mother had just done, I took that as my invitation to feel her tits and finger her nipples through her blouse. I knew she wasn't wearing a bra because I saw her bra sticking out of her pocketbook when she fell out of the cab, the slut. Reaching my horny hand down my sister's blouse in the way that I had just done with my mother, I felt, fondled, and caressed my sister's big boobs while pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples. The more that I felt her tits and fingered her nipples the more sexually aroused she became. As much sexual passion that I had for my mother, I had even more for my sister. Obviously repressing my incestuous, sexual desire for my sister because I disliked her as a person, I put my feeling aside to feel her outrageously hot body. Firmer and softer than my mother's body, there was something that aroused me with having sex with my mother that having sex with my sister couldn't nearly approach. In the way that I felt so naughty doing my mother, I didn't feel the forbidden taboo for my sister that I felt for my mother. Nonetheless, had my mother not been first, I definitely would have more enjoyed making out with my sister. Then, with my mother watching my sister's display of incestuous, sexual affection, shocking me even more, my sister did something that even my mother didn't do. She reached her hand inside my pajama bottoms, wrapped her fingers around me, pulled out my cock, and started stroking me. My sister was giving me a frigging hand job while French kissing me and while allowing me to feel her big tits and finger her hard nipples as my mother watched. As if it was all a sexy, incestuous dream, I couldn't believe that I was having sex not only with my mother but also with my sister. First my mother sexually attacked me and now my sister was having her turn. 'Wow! I don't believe this. This can't be happening,' I thought to myself while kissing my sister, feeling her tits, and fingered her nipples as she stroked my cock. 'I must be dreaming.' Better than any incestuous, sexual fantasy that I've had of them while masturbating, I couldn't believe it. Unable to fully wrap my brain around the fact that I was finally living my sexual fantasy, I wish they had attended a strip club three years ago when my sister turned eighteen. Had they been like this three years ago, I'd already be fucking and licking them both by now and they'd be fucking and sucking me. Only, a time for everything, maybe we would have been tired of one another by now. "Hey, don't hog him Emma. I want to have some sexy fun with him too," said my mother grabbing me by my arm, as if I was a pull toy or one of the strippers while pushing my sister away. My mother and sister were fighting over me. Is this how they acted at the strip club fighting over the strippers? I couldn't believe my whore of a mother and my slut of a sister were fighting to have sex with me. When my sister tried claiming me for herself, my drunken mother pushed her drunken daughter out of the way again. When she did, Emma fell against the door and slumped to the floor in a sitting position in the corner with her skirt up to her waist and her legs spread wide open. Her blonde, trimmed pussy was exposed to my horny, incestuous eyes. The first time seeing my sister's pussy, I couldn't remove my eyes from staring in between her shapely legs. 'Damn,' I remember thinking. 'My sister's cunt is right there not ten feet away from me. Holy shit. I'd love to finger that. I love to lick that. I'd love to fuck that.' Even though I so wanted to have sex with my mother, I couldn't help but stare at my sister's pussy. I so wanted to fall between her shapely legs and finger her while licking her before fucking her. With her long, shapely legs spread so wide open, she was showing me a lot of pink. The fact that her pussy was glistening told me that I had gotten to her by kissing her and feeling her big tits while fingering her nipples as she stroked my cock. Or who knows, maybe it was one of the strippers who got her so wet? Whether it was a stripper or me who had made my sister so horny, I was just glad that I was the beneficiary of her sexual excitement. As much as I imagined my sister blowing a stripper, I couldn't wait until she sucked my cock. Mom & Sis Drunk and Horny from CFNM With my cock sticking straight out at eye level of my sister, something I always wanted to do, expose my erection to my sister, I watched her stare at my engorged prick. Better than any sexual fantasy that I've had of her, I never expected what she'd do next. As if she was alone in her room, I watched her reach her experienced hand between her legs and rub and finger herself while staring at my cock and while fingering her nipple through her blouse with her other hand. Something that I always wanted to do in front of her, masturbate myself to cum all over her face and tits, I couldn't believe that my slutty sister was masturbating herself in front of me. Watching her masturbate herself made me want to pull away from the clutches of my mother to move my cock closer to my sister's mouth. With her masturbating herself over the sight of my cock, definitely, I knew she'd suck me. In the way that I now knew my mother would, I knew Emma would give me a blowjob too. No doubt, she'd allow me to cum in her mouth. Without question, she'd swallow my cum. Eager to hump her mouth and fuck her face, I couldn't wait for my sister to blow me. Having my hands full in getting my sexy wishes, with one jealous over the other, as if reading my mind in my desire for my sister, my mother didn't waste any time in solidifying her sexual feelings for me. As if she's done this a hundred times before and certainly she has, she fell to her knees and took me in her mouth. Sucking my cock while stroking me, my Mom was blowing me. I couldn't believe my mother was sucking my cock. The warm, wetness of my mother's mouth was something that I could never have imagined no matter how many times I masturbated over the thoughts of her blowing me. An experienced cocksucker, immediately I felt her tongue going around the head of my cock as if her tongue was motorized. A long time sexual fantasy come true, just as I couldn't believe my mother was French kissing me and feeling my cock while allowing me to have my horny way with her tits before allowing me to finger her pussy, I couldn't believe my mother was blowing me. My mother was blowing me while stroking my hard prick. Unable to wrap my mind around the fact that my mother was giving me a blowjob, I just stared down at her to watch her as if I was watching someone else receiving a blowjob. Then, as if she wanted me to cum in her mouth, she started sucking me longer and deeper me while stroking me harder and faster. Showing me her cock sucking skills, my mother was sucking my cock, really sucking my cock now. I've had more than a few blowjobs in my twenty-three years on the planet but I can say without hesitation and without reservation that the blowjob that my mother was giving me now was the best blowjob that I've ever had. * * * * * I imagined that I was one of the male strippers and my mother was sucking me in the way that I imagined she sucked him. Maybe because it was my mother on her knees and looking up at me with her big, bright, blue eyes while blowing me that her blowjob was so awesome and better than I had even imagined. As if I was someone else other than her son or perhaps because I was her son, maybe because my mother was so drunk and so horny was the reason why her blowjob was so passionately sexual. Maybe because my mother was so drunk and so horny that she finally revealed that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Maybe because my mother was so drunk and so horny that she was sucking my cock with such brazen exuberance. Making all of the cock sucking sounds that men love to hear to show that the woman wants to suck his cock as much as he wants her to suck his cock, this blowjob was truly magnificent and something that I'll be masturbating over the memory of it for the rest of my life. Passionately submitting herself to me as if I had just conquered her to make her my slave, I loved seeing my mother kneeling in front of me. I loved seeing my hard dick buried in my mother's mouth while she stroked me and while she looked up at me with her blue eyes to see if I was enjoying being sucked as much as she was enjoying sucking me. I loved watching my mother suck me while I reached down inside of her blouse to feel her tits and finger her nipples. Controlling myself from unloading a volume of cum, holding back to savor the moment longer, I couldn't wait to cum in her mouth. "Suck me Mommy," I said removing my hand from her blouse to put my hand behind her head. "Suck my cock. Blow me, Mom," I said while reaching my hand down inside of her blouse again to feel her big tits and finger her hard nipples. Bigger than my hand, her tits felt so big and her nipples felt so hard. More exciting that these were my mother's tits and not some woman's tits that I picked up at the bar, the fact that this was my mother sucking my cock added to my sexual excitement. Trying to hold back, I didn't want to cum in my mother's mouth. I mean, I really did want to put a gentle hand to the back of her blonde, pretty head and cum in my mother's mouth, I've always wanted to cum in my mother's mouth, but I was holding back to save my cum. Needing to preserve my strength and conserve my energy and my sexual passion for my sister, who was still sitting in the corner with her legs spread while fingering herself to my mother sucking my cock, I wanted to fuck my sister first. I wanted to pound my sister's pussy before cumming in my mother's mouth. Moreover, if only for comparison sake, mother and daughter, I wanted to give my sister a crack at sucking my cock too. Making the most of this unprecedented, sexual opportunity, I need to save my strength to give my sister the brotherly fucking that she so deserved before switching off of her to fuck my mother. Going from one to the other in a threesome of incestuous possibilities, I couldn't wait to fuck them both. After having intercourse with my sister, my plan was to fuck my mother, really fuck her hard and bang her with all the pent up passion that I've had for her. With not a chance of getting pregnant, my Mom had her tubes tied and she'd be safe for me to cum inside of her cunt. Yet first I so wanted to cum in her mouth, that is, after I fucked the both of them. Then, after I had intercourse with them both, I imagined them blowing me, really sucking me, until I came off in their mouths and we fell asleep naked. As if controlling them and making them my sexual possession, I needed to cum in both of their mouths. I wondered what their reaction would be when waking up sober and seeing me in my mother's bed naked. Would they remember what happened? Would they hate me or would they embrace me? Would they be sexually excited or would they be shockingly embarrassed. Would they have sex with me again? Maybe this is something we can do over and again. Or would they throw me out of the house? Maybe they wouldn't have the shocked reaction that I expected them to have. Maybe they both wanted me all along and after waiting patiently for me to make the next move, when I didn't, they did. Definitely, they could blame their incestuous passion on being sexually aroused by the strippers. Definitely, they could blame their incestuous passion on being drunk from all of the alcohol they consumed. Definitely, they could blame their incestuous passion on not only being aroused by the strippers but also by the alcohol. Yet whatever their excuse to give me incestuous sex, I knew the real reason for them wanting to have sex with me was because they wanted me as much as I wanted them. * * * * * As if they were two hired prostitutes paid to entertain me for the evening, my mother and sister took me by my hands to my mother's bedroom. My mother pushed me back on her king sized bed, while my sister pulled my pajama bottoms down and off. With me naked and my hard cock pointing straight up in the air, I watched my sister standing in the light from the hall that lit her up as if she was a stripper on stage. A sexual dream come true, I couldn't believe my sister was stripping for me. Finally just for me as if she was my sexy girlfriend instead of my sexy sister, she was removing her clothes. Finally, getting naked expressly just for me, she was about to give me hot sex. She removed her blouse while my mother watched the sexy striptease show of my sister undressing. Then, she unbuttoned and unzipped, and shimmied herself out of her short, skirt. Having removed her panty and bra at the CFNM show, with only two articles of clothing left to remove, she was naked. Naked, naked, naked, my sister was naked. Naked, naked, naked, I was finally seeing my sister naked. Naked, naked, naked, I couldn't believe I was seeing my sister naked. Ready to embrace my sister and feel her naked body in my arms, my mother interrupted us by standing to strip off her clothes too. Being that my Mom was once a professional stripper, she gave me a much sexier striptease show than my sister's striptease show. Gyrating her hips while staring at me lustfully, my mother had all the sexy moves of the professional stripper that she once was. Like mother like daughter, my mother only had two articles of clothing to remove, her low cut blouse and her short skirt and she was naked too. Slowly and seductively removing her blouse and skirt, now she was naked too. Naked, naked, naked, my mother stood before me in the way she's stood before me naked as she did in all of my incestuous, sexual fantasies. Naked, naked, naked, my mother was naked. Naked, naked, naked, I couldn't believe I was seeing my mother naked. Ready to have sex with the both of them, my sexual fantasy come true, the three of us were naked and in bed together. * * * * * Being that it's been a longtime fantasy of mine to have sex with my mother, I started with my mother first. Kissing and kissing her, my hands were all over her big tits. Feeling them while fingering her nipples, I couldn't wait to suck her tits. Finally, my mouth was all over her big nipples while I reached down to rub and tease her clit before finger fucking her wet pussy. She was so wet. She was as wet as I was hard. Ready to lick my mother in the way that she sucked me, I worked my way down her body until I was positioned between her legs. About to lick while fingering my mother, I was on incestuous overload. Gently rubbing her clit, with a long lick here and a stiff finger fuck there, I had her squirming on the bed in no time. Nothing could ever top what I was doing now by having a threesome with my whore of a mother and my slut of a sister. When I think of my best sexual day, I will remember this day above all others, even my Honeymoon, should I ever marry. Then, when I looked up to feel her tits and finger her nipples while eating her pussy, I was shocked at what I saw. Even topping the excitement that I felt seeing my sister and mother naked, even more exciting than my mother sucking my cock and my eating her pussy, I couldn't believe my eyes. Never expecting such an incestuous display, I couldn't believe my sister was making out with my mother. "Oh my God," I said out loud. They were French kissing. My sister and my mother were going at one another. Never would anyone suspect that they were mother and daughter. Instead, as if they were two lesbians in heat, they were really making out while feeling one another's tits and fingering one another's nipples. Seeing two women making love was somehow hotter than seeing a man making love to a woman. Women were so much more lovingly sexual than were men. The sight of them locking lips added to my sexual excitement and, the recipient of my sexual, incestuous passion while eating my mother's pussy, I devoured my mother's cunt. Licking her while fingering her and while reaching up with my other hand to finger her nipples all the while I watched them making out, it didn't take my mother very long to have an orgasm. Rather than to mount my mother and fuck her then and there, I rolled over to my sister. It was my turn to eat my sister and my sister's turn to be fingered and licked. While they were still making out and with my mother obviously enjoying her afterglow, I was fingering and licking my sister's natural, blonde pussy. With my hands positioned beneath her ass, I lifted her body to my lips. Breaking off their kiss, my sister took two big handfuls of my hair as I licked her pussy. I ate her as if I was a vampire sucking on someone's neck. My little sister is such a slut and she was wiggling, squirming, and verbalizing her enjoyment of me eating her while my mother rested on her elbow to watch her daughter with her son. "Eat me Johnny. Eat me," said my sister. "Lick my pussy big brother." As far as I can remember that was one of the few times she called me Johnny, when I gave her a birthday gift and when I was licking her cunt. Most times she calls me jerk. "Lick her pussy Jack. Eat your sister," said my mother. "More tongue. Let me see some tongue. Lick her Jack, lick her. Finger fuck your sister." With my Mom coaching my having cunnilingus with my sister, for the first time in a long time, I felt good that we were finally doing something as a family, even if it was having forbidden, incestuous sex. "Oh my God, Mommy, I'm going to cum," said my sister taking my mother's hand in hers as if she was about to deliver a baby. "More finger Jack. More finger. Finger fuck your sister Jack. Deeper, faster, finger fuck your sister. Really ram your finger up inside of her," said my Mom. As if I was Scottie on the USS Enterprise, I had the sudden urge to respond, "Aye, Aye Captain." "Oh, oh, oh! I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Mommy I'm cumming. Johnny lick my clit faster. Lick my clit harder," said Emma. "Oh my God, I'm cumming." As soon as I was temporarily done with my sister, I focused on my mother. With my sister still reveling in the afterglow of having orgasmic sex, something that I was destined to do, I finally mounted my mother. Immediately, I felt my mother's hand reach down to position my cock in her pussy. This was it. I was finally about to have sexual intercourse with my mother. Sliding right in, it was as if I was born to fuck my mother. So warm and so wet, I felt her pussy muscles latch onto my cock as if she had an alien hand inside of her. Without a doubt, this was a woman who had been fucked many times before. Slowly but steadily, as if I was glued inside of her, I humped my mother while she returned my passion with her humps. Unbelievably, I was having sexual intercourse with my Mom. I couldn't believe I was fucking my Mom. Humping her harder and humping her faster, we developed a rhythm. In between her praying to God, I had her calling my name in no time. "Oh my God! Oh my God! Jack, oh my God. Fuck me. Fuck Mommy, Jack. Hump me harder. Hump me faster. Fuck Mommy. Fuck Mommy. Fuck me Jack. Fuck me. Jack! Jack! Jack!" With her calling my name, I couldn't help but wonder if she was fucking me, her son, or if she was fucking Jack, her prom date from twenty-four years ago. Just as my sister did with me eating her and just as my mother did with me eating her, my mother had another orgasm from me fucking her. Still able to hold back, not wanting to cum just yet, I wanted to cum in either my mother or my sister's mouth first. Now that I was finished making love and fucking my mother, it was time to make love before fucking my sister. For all the times she called me names, for all the times she was mean to me, and for all the times she was such a bitch, I wanted to put her in her place by mounting her and fucking her like the bitch she is. Only, she surprised me. Instead of allowing me to mount her, she mounted me. She reached down and inserted my cock inside her wet pussy as if I was her personal dildo. Sitting on top of me as if I was the mechanical bull at the bar, she rode me. Forget about making love to me, my baby sister was fucking me, really fucking me. Pounding me into the mattress, I watched her big tits bounce as if she was on a bucking bronco. Finally, able to harness them both in my big hands, I held my sister's tits while she held my cock in her pussy. Much tighter than my mother, I feared she'd make me cum. Yet, thinking of baseball, anything but fucking my kid sister, I was able to save my cum when my sister had another orgasm. "Fuck me! Oh my God, Johnny. You're going to make me cum again. I don't fucking believe this. Don't stop. Faster. Harder. Oh my God Johnny. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Don't stop. Oh my God don't stop. Oh, oh, oh!" * * * * * She collapsed in a sweaty heap and the three of us laid there breathing heavily. Never have I had sex with two women at the same time and for me to have sex with not only my mother but also my sister was unbelievable. We stayed like that for some time until my mother spoke. "Did you cum?" Such an odd question for a mother to ask her son, my mother looked at me with motherly concern. "No," I said sounding disappointed but sexually excited at the same time. "Emma," said my mother lifting her head to look at my sister. "Your brother didn't cum." "He didn't?" She looked at me before looking at my mother. "He got me off twice, once with his mouth and a second time with his cock," said Emma still swooning. "Me too," said my mother. "He gave me two wonderful orgasms." "That's not fair that Johnny didn't cum," said my sister. My mother leaned over to me to whisper her words in my ear while slowly stroking my cock. "Would you like Mommy to suck you?" "Yes," I said. "Can I suck you too Johnny?" My sister looked at me as if she'd be disappointed if I said no. "Sure," I said. 'If I died and went to Heaven now, that is, as soon as my mother and sister made me cum, I'd die a happy man,' I thought. 'Surely after having sex with my whore of a mother and my slut of a sister on my sister's twenty-first birthday, the first day of summer, albeit now that it was the next day already, I'll remember this day for the rest of my life.' As if I was in my room masturbating while having a sexual fantasy, if it wasn't enough that my mother was sucking me, it was crazy that my sister was sucking me too. With both women sucking my cock nearly at the same time, syncopating their sucking actions, whenever their lips met, they stopped sucking me to French kiss while still stroking me. Then, my mother really started sucking me. Taking me in deeper while stroking me faster, as if teaching her daughter how to give a better blowjob, she only stopped sucking me to give Emma a turn. Obviously ready to please me as much as her mother, Emma copied my mother's moves when sucking my cock. After a while I couldn't tell one from the other. "Tell me when you're ready to cum," said my mother, "so that we both can put our mouths on your cock and you can cum in both of our mouths at the same time." After she said that to me, inviting me to cum in both their mouths at the same time, unable to hold back any longer, I couldn't wait to cum in not only my mother's mouth but also my sister's mouth too. "I'm ready," I said. With that, with my mother on the left side of my stiff prick and my sister on the right side, they took turns sucking me. First I ejaculated in my mother's mouth and then I ejaculated in my sister's mouth. Still sexually excited, even after cumming a warm, oozy bucket full in my mother's and sister's mouths, as soon as my sister released my cock from her mouth and swallowed my cum, I shot a load of cum across my sister's face and all over my mother's tits. Never in my life have I ejaculated so much cum. After having this first, unexpected, albeit long awaited, incestuous sex with my mother and sister, if the first day of summer was already like this, I could only imagine what the rest of the summer would be like. For sure, with me and my sister in my mother's bed, this would be one sizzling, sexy, steamy summer. Mom & Sis Drunk and Horny from CFNM Only just one more thing. It wouldn't be an official birthday celebration without giving my sister her twenty-one birthday slaps on her ass, plus an extra one for good luck, something I've always wanted to do. Just in case my mother felt bad for my sister and interceded on her behalf, I waited until my mother got up from bed to go to the bathroom. I coaxed my sister to move from her back to her stomach, not an easy thing to do when she was still so comfortable in the afterglow of sex. With me directing my attention to her shapely, firm ass, perhaps she thought I was going to have some ass play with her but as soon as she turned over, I slapped her hard. "One," I said holding her in place with a heavy hand. "Ow Johnny that hurt." "Two," I said. "Fuck! What are you doing?" "I'm giving you your birthday slaps. Three!" "Oh no you're not," she said moving her hand there to protect her naked ass but I moved it away before trying to squirm away but I put her back in her place. "Four!" "Jesus Johnny, stop slapping me." "Five!" "Mom!" "Six!" "Mom?" "Seven?" "What? I'm in the bathroom." "Eight!" "Johnny is spanking me." "Nine!" "What? I can't hear you over the bathroom fan." "Ten!" "Johnny is spanking me," yelled my sister. "Eleven!" "That's nice dear." "Twelve!" "That's nice?" "Thirteen!" "I can't wait until he spanks me for my birthday," said my Mom laughing. "Fourteen!" "Stop it Johnny," she said looking as if she was about to cry. "Fifteen!" "You're hurting me," she said with a tinge of sexual excitement. "Sixteen!" "Oh Johnny." "Eighteen!" "Slap me harder," she said wiggling her ass. "Nineteen!" "Slap me again lover," she said. "Twenty!" "Fuck! That hurts so bad that it feels so good." "Twenty-one!" "I going to cum. I swear to God I'm going to cum." "And an extra slap for your birthday. Happy birthday Emma." "Fuck me Johnny. Fuck me hard. Make me your bitch," she said. THE END This is a Summer Lovin' contest story. Please vote. Mom and Sister Carjacked Authors Note: This is a fictional story. It contains depictions of non-consensual sex as well as incest. If either of these two subjects offends you, do not read further. In real life, non-consensual sex is illegal and immoral and in no way condoned by the author. All characters are over eighteen. I was cranky when I first got in the car, having been woken up early to go to a stupid confirmation for my cousin. Having to dress nice and endure a long car ride with my parents and sister didn't help my mood, nor did the lack of good music on the radio. But I tried to make the best of it and pass the time by sneaking looks at my older sister sitting next to me in the back seat. I would never admit it to anybody else that I thought the nineteen-year-old Ashley was hot, especially to Ashley herself. I suppose we had a typical older sister - younger brother relationship, getting on each other's nerves a fair amount of the time. But in recent months I started seeing her differently, as a hot chick living in the same house with me. So I sat next to her in the car and, whenever I could get away with it, I checked out her long legs and nice tits in her dress. I'd been trying to see more of her body around the house, but so far hadn't seen her naked, or anything near naked, yet. I kept my eye out to see if she ever left her bedroom door ajar when she changed, or the bathroom door when she showered, but she was pretty careful not to be seen by me. And it was pretty embarrassing the time that she caught me trying to look down her nightgown, and she called me a "perv". Maybe I was a "perv" for jerking off while envisioning fucking my own sister, but she really did have a sexy body. A natural blonde, Ashley had full tits, B or C cups depending on the bra, a great firm ass, a pretty face, blue eyes, and long legs. Ashley was still taller than me. But Ashley wasn't as tall as Mom yet. Mom was 5' 10" tall. And about the same time that I started taking notice of Ashley, I started noticing Mom in a sexual way, too. Actually, it wasn't until I caught a few of my friends staring at her tits that I really noticed for the first time how stacked she was, and how pretty and shapely she was for a woman in her late 40s. She had her flaws, but those long legs, still-attractive face, shoulder-length brown hair, and 40D tits made me think of her as more than a mom. Mom and I had our disagreements, plenty of them in fact, but at night when I was in bed alone, I could disengage our family relationship, and think of her only as a big-titted hot mature woman to lust after. As with Ashley, I had no luck seeing Mom naked. The best I could do was see her in the occasional nightgown without a bra on, and watch her big tits wobble freely under the thin fabric, or catch some cleavage spilling out of her bra when she leaned over in anything the slightest bit low-cut. Dad drove as we took the highway out of town. Mom was in the front passenger seat, directly in front of me, so I couldn't see much of her body, unfortunately. Ninety minutes later we stopped for gas. As Dad pumped the gas, Mom and Ashley went into the station to use the bathroom or something. I was still tired and stayed in the car. I didn't know where we were, but it didn't look like a very good neighborhood. It was mostly minorities around us. There were no other cars at the gas station. I noticed two Mexican men leaning against the wall, smoking cigarettes. One was an older skinny guy with a thin mustache and two-day-old beard, in a dirty green work shirt and baggy pants. The other was real big and really scary looking, fairly tall and heavyset, with tattoos on his muscular arms, in a dirty white t-shirt. Both of them stared at Ashley as she walked by in her thin sleeveless cotton dress. No surprise that a couple of Mexican dudes would check out a hot young blonde, I guess. I couldn't blame them. I was checking her out myself. And I had to admit that it was hot watching these dirty older guys lusting after my sister. And then when Mom walked by them, they checked HER out real good. Again, I could understand why. Mom had been wearing an outfit I've seen before, a fairly tight light-blue skirt with a two-piece coral-colored sweater outfit. During the long car ride, mom had removed the outer button-down sweater, and was now out in just the matching sleeveless sweater, and it sure was tight on her! The thin fabric clung to her torso and bra like a latex glove, showing off every seam of her bra, even underneath her cups. Her big heavy tits swayed as she walked in her high heels, and the Mexican dudes' eyes were bugging out. When she walked past them, their eyes went down to her ass and followed it as she walked. The big guy looked over at the little one, and held his hands out, palms in, moving his palms up in down in front of his chest, clearly mimicking Mom's big jiggling tits. The shorter one smiled and nodded. The dual sight of mom looking good and the Mexicans leering at her really gave my cock a tingle. After Mom walked into the station, the two Mexicans whispered to each other. Then they looked over at our car, and Dad pumping gas. Dad had his back to the station, so he didn't notice the two men ogling his wife and daughter. Ashley exited the station and returned to the back driver's side seat, as the two Mexicans watched her ass. Then as Mom exited the station, the two men straightened up, dropped their cigarettes, and began to walk behind her. The older smaller one made a remark to Mom that I couldn't hear. She glanced back at the smiling Mexican, but instead of acknowledging him she turned away and kept walking to the car. As Mom approached her passenger side front door, the two men split up. The bigger one followed Mom to her door, and the older one walked over to Dad. He asked Dad to loan him a dollar or something. Dad tried to brush him off and get in the car, but the man pulled out a stick, and knocked him on the head once. Dad fell into the car, his glasses flying off his head. The older Mexican climbed into the car, and pushed dad over. At the same time, the bigger Mexican pulled out a gun, and grabbed Mom by the front of her sweater. "Get in the back!" He ordered. He opened my passenger-side back door, and pushed Mom in, practically on top of me. He slammed the door shut on Mom, jumped into the front seat next to the slumping Dad, and closed the door. The older guy behind the steering wheel hit the accelerator, and sped out of the gas station, while hitting the door locks. Mom and Ashley screamed, Dad appeared to be completely unconscious, and I sat between Ashley and Mom in a stunned silence. "Shut up! Or I'll hit him again!" Shouted the big guy in the passenger seat, pointing his pistol at Dad. Mom shut up, but Ashley kept screaming. "Ashley, be quiet," said Mom. Finally, when the guy pointed his pistol in her direction, she gasped and then closed her mouth. "Carl? Carl?" Mom called to Dad. Dad moved a little but he was basically unconscious. "Don't worry about him, I didn't hit him that hard," said the older driver, in a very heavy accent. In the rear view mirror I saw him smile. He was missing a lot of teeth. We were driving through some urban streets, with businesses on each side, but few pedestrians or cars around us. "Hand your purses up here to me," ordered the bigger one. Mom and Ashley handed their purses to him. "And you, your wallet," he said to me. I obediently handed it to him. He took it, and found Dad's wallet in his pocket, but didn't immediately start to look through his loot. Instead, he settled into the front seat, practically on top of Dad, leaning against the door and watching us. He said something in Spanish to the driver, and then looked over at Ashley. Her skirt had ridden up in the excitement, above her mid-thigh point. "Hey, Blondie, you have nice legs!" He paused and stared at them for a minute, admiring my sister's bare legs. "Show us some more. Pull your skirt up." Instead, Ashley pulled her hem down to her knees, whimpering. "You want me to hit your dad again?" he said, raising his gun. "No!" Said Mom in a wavering voice. "Please, leave him alone. Leave HER alone." The big guy instead pointed his gun at me. "You don't open your mouth again, Mama. You do and I shoot your son, comprende?" Mom didn't respond, but the passenger turned to Ashley again, and repeated, "Pull your skirt up." "Mom?" Ashley whimpered. "Just do what he says; it'll be OK," answered Mom. Ashley's trembling hands grabbed her skirt hem, and slowly slid it up her legs. My cock stirred as I watched her long legs exposed. When she stopped near her crotch, the big guy said, "All the way up. Show me everything." Ashley had frightened look in her eyes. She whimpered again, but pulled up skirt up to her hips, exposing her pink cotton panties. I enjoyed immensely seeing her bare legs and panty crotch pulled tight over her pussy mound. But I equally enjoyed seeing the big Mexican dude leering at her panties, and the driver adjusting his rear view mirror for a better view. "Spread you legs wider," he ordered, and Ashley reluctantly opened her legs wider. We were still in a little traffic, and the big guy kept looking around, apparently making sure that we were a little discreet. But mostly he admired Ashley's legs and panty crotch. My sister's eyes had welled up. She didn't know where to look. Finally the driver said something in Spanish. I thought I caught the word, "Mamacita." "Si, Caesar," said the passenger. He turned to Mom. "He wants you to show your legs now. Go ahead." Mom glanced over at Ashley and me. There was genuine fear in her eyes. Her jaw actually dropped. She looked like she was going to say something, but stopped herself. Just do what he says; it'll be OK, I thought, recalling what Mom said to her daughter faced with the same dilemma. But I kept my thoughts to myself, and waited with anticipation. The passenger sighed and lifted his gun up. That made Mom move. Mom's skirt was tight, and it took some effort to hike it up her thighs, tugging at one side at a time. She too paused when her skirt was up to her crotch, but with the big guy's insistence, she bunched her skirt up nearly to her waist. Mom was wearing white panties, no surprise since she was wearing a white skirt. But she was wearing pantyhose over them. The triangle of stitching blocked my view of her panty crotch. Still, there was something very erotic about seeing Mom's panties through the thin hose, with her skirt bunched up at her waist, and two strangers looking at her panties. "Oh, nice, Mama," complimented the passenger. The driver made a chuckling comment in Spanish that turned into a smoker's hack. Mom tried to be stoic, with a firm jaw, but her eyes gave away the fear, humiliation, and helplessness that she no doubt felt. I should have been gallant and averted my eyes, but presented with a sight I've dreamed about, I stared unabashedly at Mom's and Ashley's legs and panties. The passenger looked back at Ashley. "Hey, Blondie, are you a natural blonde? Huh? Answer me!" "Yes," Ashley whimpered. "Prove it. Show me what's under the panties. Let's see if you're a natural blonde." Ashley whimpered, and shook her head no. He pointed the gun at me. "OK, then brother, you do it. Pull her panties aside, or I hit Papa again." He nudged Dad to make his point. "C'mon. Just pull her underwear aside. NOW!" I reached down. My own left hand was trembling. He had no way of knowing how badly I've wanted to see what was under my sister's panties. Ashley flinched when my hand touched her bare upper thigh. But she said nothing as I placed my hand on her panty crotch. I swear I could feel the warmth emitting from her crotch. As ordered, I gingerly grabbed the side of her panty crotch, and clawed at the fabric. I don't know why I thought it would take some work, like some steel chastity belt, but the thin cotton easily pulled aside. My hand grazed my sister's pubic hair. She was, as I knew, a natural blonde, although her pussy hair appeared slightly darker than the hair on her head. It appeared to be trimmed away from the sides of her crotch, and maybe cut back a little. But there was a one-inch-long tuft of blonde pubic hair over her slit. I rested my hand on her thigh, keeping the fabric pulled aside, so the two Mexicans could admire Ashley's pussy as I was. It was the first bare pussy I'd ever seen in real life, and it didn't matter that it was my sister's. Actually, I guess that made it better for some reason. We drove through some traffic, the three of us males admiring my sister's pussy, the two Mexicans discussing it. "Ah ha. You think Mamacita's trimmed too?" Caesar asked the passenger. The big guy smirked, looked into Mom's eyes, and replied, "I don't know, but I want to find out. Pull your hose off. Your panties, too", her ordered. Mom inhaled, gave him one look of indignation, looked down, and paused. Then she sighed, lifted her butt off the seat, grabbed the waistband of her pantyhose and panties, and began to wiggle them down. I couldn't believe it. I was going to see Mom's pussy, too! Mom kept her thighs together as she pulled her hose past her knees, and at the big guy's orders, down her calves and off of her feet, removing her shoes. I could see a patch of brown pubic hair protruding from between her clenched thighs. "Spread your legs wide, give us a real GOOD view!" As ordered, Mom spread her legs wide, pressing her bare left thigh against right thigh. "Wider!" Mom lifted her knee and threw it over my knee, spreading her legs as far apart as she could. Now we three males could admire the wide triangle of long wild untrimmed pubic hair that Mom was exposing, as well as the pink glistening lips in the middle of the jungle. Caesar the driver wheezed out a chuckle, looking at his rear view mirror at my mom's naked pussy. He and the driver, whom he called Roberto, traded a few comments about it in Spanish. I wished I'd paid attention better in Spanish class in school. Roberto looked back to Ashley. I was still holding her panties aside for him, and getting in a little rub of her pubic mound with the back of my fingers. "You spread wider too, like Mama. Pull those panties off! I let go of Ashley's panties, and she lifted her butt off the seat, and slid them down and off. She threw her right knee over my left knee, as ordered. I now had both my mom and sister's knees over mine, and was staring at both of their naked pussies. With no place else to put my hands, I rested my palms on their thighs. I had to admit to myself that I was enjoying this. I had a throbbing hard on hidden in my pants. I unabashedly stared at both of their pussies. I also liked the humiliated expressions on their faces. Mom's nipples were protruding through her tight sweater. Ashley's dress was just tight enough over her tits that I could see her nipples protruding. I wondered what it was that made their nipples hard. Embarrassment? Eroticism? A draft? We were now leaving the urban area. There was just the rare house and rarer car passing the other way. Roberto said something to Caesar the driver, and Caesar nodded. "OK, Blondie," said Roberto. "Lets see your tits." Ashley whimpered again. My cock jumped again. "You, Brother, unzip her dress." Ashley's dress zipped up in the back. "C'mon, Blondie, let your brother unzip you." Ashley turned her back to me slightly. I reached up with both hands, and tugged at the zipper by her neck. It started coming down. That's the sexiest I'd ever heard a zipper sound. I slowly zipped it down, until I could see her maroon-colored bra in the back. I kept going, slowly, until the zipper was nearly down to her waist. There was no slip or camisole under Ashley's dress, just the thin bra strap. "Lower the dress," ordered Roberto. With a defeated expression on her face, Ashley pulled her dress forward off of her chest, exposing her smooth molded maroon-colored bra cups. Her tits appeared to be pushed together, the cups lifting them up like a shelf. Her pale breasts poked just a little out of the tops. From my side view, her bra gapped away from her tits a little, and I could see into the left cup enough to see her tit sloping away from her body. "Unhook your sister's bra, Brother." As ordered, I reached up again, and fumbled mightily with Ashley's bra clasp, my hands shaking, knowing I was about to see her tits, wondering if they were as wonderful as I'd imagined them. When I finally unclasped it, Ashley lowered her bra straps, and allowed her bra to fall off of her chest, and lay in a heap on her lap along with her dress. She tried to cover them, but Roberto said, "Hands, down, let us see them." Ashley clasped her hands on her lap and obediently stood up straight with her shoulders back, like she does in church. They were MORE wonderful than I'd imagined them. They were a full B-cup pair or better, round and sitting up high. Her flesh was as pale as could be, allowing her pink areolas to contrast greatly. Her areolas were larger than I'd expected, but not too large. Her nipples were hard, sticking straight out. I didn't know how breasts could be any more perfect. "Yeah, Blondie, nice tits, eh?" Caesar agreed, looking through his rear view mirror at my sister's naked tits. Mom sat silently with her head in her hand, her pussy still exposed, as the three conscious males stared at her daughter's exposed teen ta tas. Caesar noticed some auto traffic as we approached a stoplight, and Roberto ordered Ashley to scrunch down. She obeyed and leaned back, keeping her head barely above the windows. Ashley started to pull her dress up to cover her tits, but Roberto said, "No, I still want to see them, Sister." While Caesar watched Ashley through his rear-view mirror, Roberto discovered the mirror on the other side of the passenger seat sun visor, and adjusted it so he too could stare at my sister's bare chest while he sat forward. "Sister, shake your tits." He showed her what he meant by shaking his shoulders back and forth. Ashley copied him, moving her shoulders so her tits jiggled back and forth. I about died watching them rapidly bounce from side to side and up and down, and then just as rapidly snap back in place. "Hey, brother," said Roberto. "Shake them for me. Pick them up and jiggle them." I couldn't believe my luck. I was being MADE to fondle my sister's tits! It's like he read my mind. I reached over with my right hand, and cupped Ashley's left tit. She flinched at first, giving me a dirty look. But she quickly looked straight ahead, her eyes red, holding back tears, while I squeezed her tit. That tit felt great. I was a firm handful, and I love playing with it. I lifted it like I was weighing a tomato, and bounced it up and down. Then I jiggled it back and forth rapidly, squeezing it. With other cars passing in the opposite direction, probably unable to see anything we were doing in the back seat at that speed, I played with both of Ashley's tits, boldly handling them as if I owned them. Ashley glanced up at me, and I couldn't help but give her a little smirk, remembering all the times she treated me bad, and calling me a "perv" just for trying to glance at her tits. For this one moment, I owned my big sister, and had her right where I wanted her. Mom and Dad were right there with us, and could do nothing to me. "Squeeze harder, you won't hurt them. Pull on her nipples." I did what Roberto told me, pulling hard on my sister's hard nipples. She opened her mouth, but emitted no sound; just thrust her chest out to meet my hand. "Lick them. Suck them." I leaned down, and placed my lips on Ashley's right tit. I sucked on the smooth flesh, and found her nipple, sucking the whole thing into my mouth, flitting my tongue over the tip. Ashley shuddered but didn't verbally object. I sucked her right nipple and tugged on her left nipple, then slid my tongue to her left tit and sucked that one. It was probably becoming obvious to Ashley that I wasn't being too reluctant about being forced to fondle her. I didn't care. And I didn't care what Mom thought. Mom and Sister Carjacked Traffic cleared up. We were out in the middle of nowhere, it seemed, surrounded by farm fields. Roberto turned around again and watched us. Caesar said, "Now Mamacita. See Mamacita's tits!" "OK, Mama, he wants to see your tits," Roberto interpreted. "Your turn. Take off your top. Or should I have your son do it?" I was willing, but Mom slowly crossed her arms and grabbed the hem of her sweater at her waist. Choking back a sob, she lifted her sweater up, until her big coral-colored bra was exposed. She pulled the sweater over her head through her brown hair, and dropped it on her lap. Mom's molded bra had some lace between the cups, but was otherwise smooth and unadorned. Her cleavage was spilling out over the top of them, and pushed together. Caesar moaned and chuckled, with a big toothless grin. "Unhook it, son," ordered Roberto. I leaned to my right, and Mom turned her back to me, refusing to look at me, as I fumbled with her bra. Hers had three clasps holding the wide back together. Clearly this bra was designed to support a lot of weight. Finally, in a little less time it took me to unclasp Ashley's, the bra was open in back. "Lean back, Mom," ordered Roberto. "Son, pull Mom's bra off." Mom leaned back against the seat, placing her trembling hands on her lap. I could see her lips quivering as I pulled down her right bra strap, then her left. I pulled down on the tops of the two cups, and peeled her bra off. Mom's two gigantic tits spilled out and hung freely. I studied them from inches away, as the two Mexicans moaned and complimented Mom's tits. If Ashley's teen tits were perfect, Mom's had some flaws by some measure I suppose. I wouldn't say they sagged, just sloped down a little from my side view - but not bad considering her age and the fact that she's had several children. They still stood up pretty good, her nipples pointing out. Some might think her areolas were too large and too dark. I didn't. I enjoyed the size of them, as well as her long fat nipples. In some ways they weren't perfect. Maybe they were BEYOND perfect, as I wanted to touch them more than I did Ashley's. As he did with Ashley, Roberto ordered Mom to put on a little show for himself and his partner in crime. Mom, now naked from the waist up except for her pearl necklace, was forced to sit up straight and shake her tits back and forth. They shook differently than Ashley's. While my sister's young tits shook rapidly, Mom's wobbled slower. Sometimes as she shook her shoulders or bounced up and down on her seat, her tits were moving in the opposite direction that she was. "Yeah, Yeah!" Cheered Caesar, "Big tits, si!" "Feel her tits, Son," Roberto ordered. "Make them jiggle for me. Shake them hard." I reached over with my left hand, and cupped Mom's big right tit. Mom lifted her head and moaned as I squeezed her tits. They felt different than Ashley's. They were softer. The flesh squeezed through my fingers more. And seemed heavier as I lifted them. It was such a great feeling to have them in my palms. Her nipples were so long, and so fat. I tugged on them, and diddled them with my index finger. Both men laughed watching me feel up my mom. "Hey, son, kiss her," said Caesar, puckering his lips to show what he meant. "Yeah, make out with Mom," seconded Roberto. I looked at Mom. For the first time since she took off her sweater, she looked at me. Our faces were inches apart. Make out with my own mom? I studied her face for a brief minute. She had some lines around her eyes. Lines were starting to form on her upper lip. Her mascara was running. But she was really pretty. She had very kissable lips, not something I'd really noticed much before. Her perfume seemed to be calling me. As ordered, I slowly moved closer to her, and pressed my lips against hers. Mom flinched once, but when I persisted, she pressed back. I opened my mouth wide, and made out with her. She was reluctant initially, but soon her lips moved with mine. "Use your tongue, Son. You too, Mom." I stuck my tongue out, and licked Mom's lips. She tried to close her mouth, but surrendered and parted her lips. I slid my tongue into Mom's mouth and licked around inside of her. Finally, after I poked her tongue with mine a few times, she straightened her tongue and allowed me to circle my tongue around hers. Then she started circling her tongue, and we were into a full-blown French kissing session. While still feeling her tits! "Let me see your tongues. Open your mouth." I backed up a little, but kept my tongue on Mom's. Our tongues were outside our mouths; sword fighting with each other so our captors could see them. "Good, Son, now kiss down her neck. Go for her chest." I didn't need to be told twice. I kissed and licked my way down Mom's chin, then neck, over her pearl necklace, then straight down the middle of her chest, until I found her cleavage. I pushed her tits together and stuck my tongue down between her tits, and buried my face into her tits. After surrounding my face in tit flesh for a bit, my lips worked their way over to Mom's left tit. I latched onto her nipple. It was so much longer and fatter than Ashley's. I tongued it, and even bit it once. I sucked on it like I imagined I did as a baby, like it was giving me nourishment. I wondered if she was having a similar flashback. Mom was panting unevenly, her chest heaving, as I nibbled on her. "Hey, Brother, your sister's lonely over there. Give her some attention." I looked up from Mom's chest, not sure what he was "ordering" me to do. "Play with her pussy." I looked at Ashley, who was slumped down in her seat so not to be seen by passing cars, but was still topless, and still had her dress pulled up to her waist. She gave me a frightened look, but didn't stop me from putting my left hand on her right thigh. Without giving her a chance to object, I slid my palm over her pussy mound. Ashley flinched involuntarily once, but on Roberto's orders threw her knee over mine again, spreading her legs wide. I could feel wetness where my palm rubbed her slit. I could see the pinkness glistening. I played with the pussy flesh, ran my fingers through her patch of blonde hair, and slid my index finger along her slit. "C'mon, Brother, finger fuck her." As ordered, I slid my middle finger inside of my sister's pussy. Ashley emitted a whimper as I slowly worked my way in past the second knuckle. Wow, what a nice feeling! Wet and slippery and warm! "Do Mom, too," said Caesar. I glanced at Mom, who was also slumped down, topless, and with her skirt up to her waist. I put my right hand on her left knee, and slid it up her smooth thigh. She shuddered as I combed my fingers through her long pubic hairs, whimpered when I squeezed and rubbed her pussy mound, and then emitted an audible squeal when my middle finger began working into her pussy. Her slit, too, was quite lubricated, and only slightly roomier than Ashley's. We rolled down the highway, my mom and my sister on either side of me, topless and bottomless, as I fingered their pussies, with two Mexican dudes watching us. Both were breathing heavier, and reacting to my thrusting fingers. As I worked a second finger in each, they both opened their legs wider and arched their pelvises. "Do 'em good, Son. Wiggle your fingers around. Go fast." I did as Roberto told, and rapidly slid my fingers in and out as fast as I could, wiggling them around. I could hear a sloppy "shika shika" sound emitting from both of their pussies. Both of them were thrusting their hips in and out, and wiggling their hips from side to side. The difference was that Ashley, with a wide-eyed fearful expression, opened her legs up wider as she pumped my hand, while Mom turned towards me and closed her fleshy thighs around my hand, her eyes half-closed, her mouth wide open. "Frig their clits. That button above their slit," pointed Roberto. I wasn't sure where a clit was, but once I found them, both Mom and Ashley let out squeals, and began to shudder. I diddled them as fast as I could, circling the little buttons. "Ha haaa! They're cumming! Oh, I don't believe it! " Laughed Caesar. He and Roberto both laughed out loud as Mom clamped her thighs hard around my hand. She buried her head into my shoulder. Ashley put her hand on my thigh and clenched it as she shuddered and shook. Were the Mexicans right? Would they really have orgasms from having me forced onto them? Finally they both started to relax and lay their heads back. Both of them wordlessly pushed my hands from their quivering crotches, like it was too much for them. I took my fingers out from their pussies, and rested them on their thighs. "Shit, kid, I bet you got a real boner now. I think the ladies should take care of YOU now. Mama, whip Sonny's cock out." Mom moaned her displeasure, but slowly sat up, and started unsnapping and unzipping my pants. I lifted my butt off the seat as she tugged down my slacks and boxers. My cock sprang out. Roberto was correct; I did have a "real boner". I couldn't help it if I wanted. As Mom pulled my pants and shoes off as ordered, Ashley, as instructed, put her right hand on my cock shaft, which caused an involuntary flinch on my part. I was just a little embarrassed at first, having my cock out in front of my mom, my sister, and two strange men. But somehow it seem sort of erotic being exposed that way. My cock stayed firm, red, and throbbing. Roberto gave Mom and Ashley instructions on what he wanted done. Soon Ashley was jerking me off, and Mom was cupping my balls and gently massaging them. My hands were temporarily in the way, so I put them around their waists. I found that I could reach around under their arms and feel their tits, so I did. "Hey, kid, kiss your sister. The way you did Mama. Stick out your tongues." As ordered, I leaned into Ashley's face. Her blue eyes looked at mine for a minute. She was real pretty this close, such smooth skin, and full lips. Her expression was almost one of repulsion, but I didn't' care. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. We licked each other's tongues for a minute for show, and then got into some real wet slopping French kissing. Our mouths and chins were wet, and our lips smacked, as our tongues met inside of our mouths. I turned to Mom, and we made out some more, too. "Ladies, kiss each other now," ordered Roberto. Mom and Ashley were forced to lean over, right in front of my face, and French kiss each other. I could hear their lips smacking and watched my mom's and sister's tongues entwine, their eyes closed, their faces moving from side to side. "Feel each other's tits." Mom and Ashley fondled each other's tits, leaving my cock unattended for a moment. They pressed their chests together and rubbed their breasts back and forth, letting their protruding nipples sword fight. Since they were sitting up a little, and since the Mexicans insisted that I keep playing with the women, I reached down and grabbed their asses. Ashley had Mom beat hands down on this one. Her ass was flat out perfect, firm and round and smooth. Mom's was definitely bigger and softer, but still round and still fun to squeeze. For some reason I had the urge to run my finger up and down her ass crack. I enjoyed it so much that I did the same to Ashley. She bucked her hips to suggest she was annoyed by it, but when Roberto saw that, he told me, "Yeah, stick your finger up Blondie's ass. She'll love it." I got the idea to go down to Ashley's pussy and get my middle finger lubricated with her juice. Then I slowly worked it in her crack, found her asshole, and took my time working my finger deeper. I really liked the idea of goosing my older sister with my finger, knowing it was annoying and humiliating her and she couldn't stop me. "OK, Blondie. Time to give back to your brother. Give him some head." Ashley lowered her head down onto my lap, her long blonde hair tickling my thighs. She reluctantly placed her lips over my dick head, and bobbed down maybe and inch. It felt so good that I thought I could come right then, but Roberto told her to go lower and faster. Mom had to play with my balls some more, but then she too was forced to plant her lips on my cock and suck me. Mom and Ashley took turns sucking my dick, the other licking my shaft and balls, as I reached down and played with their dangling tits. This was heaven! "OK, Blondie, sit up. Stop, Mama." Both sat up, awaiting further instructions, leaving me with an unfulfilled cock. "Blondie, sit on Brother's lap." Ashley lifted her butt, and started to sit on me, hard on and all. "No, one leg only. Facing me," instructed Roberto. She threw one leg over me, and lowered her body down on my lap. Due to the low car ceiling, her head was bent down, her hands on either side of me. Clearly my stiff cock was in the way. And now Roberto made it clear that the stiff cock was my sister's objective. "Open wide and take it, Blondie." Ashley moaned and whimpered, but did as she was told. She reached down and spread her own pussy lips, and guided it down on my cock. Once she got the head in, she slowly lowered herself and slid down my shaft. Holy fucking Christ! What an awesome feeling! That tight but slippery pussy wrapped around my cock, slowly moving up and down. What perfect friction! I can see why everybody loves fucking so much! Ashley got somewhat comfortable on my lap, her back to me, her legs spread wide on either side of me, her feet on the floor, her head bent down a little. I grabbed her hips a little, as we got in a rhythm. Then my hands roamed, up to her tits, squeezing both of her wonderful firm bags. "Ohh, Ohhh!" Moaned Ashley as she used her legs to thrust up and down on my cock. It wasn't as fast as I wanted, so I thrust up fast, and made her try to keep up the pace. She did pretty good. It was fun fucking my sister! While I fucked Ashley, Roberto had me feel Mom's big tits some more, and make out with her. Mom reached under Ashley, and tickled my balls. She was also made to feel Ashley's tits. We cruised down the highway as I lost my virginity to my sister with my mom and two men watching. Ashley's eyes were closed, her moans getting louder, her thrusts faster. I was fucking faster, gritting my teeth. Mom was told to diddle Ashley's clit. "OOHHHHH! UNNNGGG??" Groaned Ashley as she gyrated. I shot a load of sperm up into her pussy as she squealed. I continued thrusting, but as my thrusts slowed, so did Ashley's. She leaned back onto me, crying, and her torso shuddering. Finally a teary Ashley climbed off of me and collapsed on the seat next to me. I was panting, but my cock was still pretty firm, read and glistening, and lightly pulsating. "OK, Mamacita. Your job now is to get him ready again." Mom was forced to give me a hand job. She stroked rapidly, her tits jiggling. Then Roberto told her to blow me again. She wrapped her lips over my juicy cock, and sucked me hard, no doubt tasting her son's sperm and her daughter's juices. "Hey, Mama, give him a tittie fuck. Wrap those big jugs around his cock. That would get me stiff." I was already stiff, but when Mom got down on the floor and dangled her tits over my cock like she'd had experience at this, I was ready for it. Mom pressed her tits together over my cock, like a hot dog in a warm smooth bun, and rubbed her chest up and down on it. It didn't necessarily feel better than her cock sucking, but the sight and idea of any woman, much less my mom, shaking her giant tits around my cock, was extremely arousing. "Right Mama, he's ready for you. Get on, now." Per Roberto's orders, Mom straddled me, but this time she was facing me. She too had to lower her head so she would hit the car ceiling. She hunched over my shoulders, her long legs spread wide around my body. She lowered her pussy down on my cock. First I felt her forest of pubic air touching my head, and I wondered it I would ever find her slit through all of that jungle. But soon enough as she slid down on me, I felt the same warm lubricated friction as I had with Ashley. OK, Mom was just a bit looser. But she knew how to fuck, and tightened her cunt muscles around my shaft as she bounced up and down. Mom's hips thrust in and out at me, and I grabbed her big ass cheeks while they bucked me. Her big tits were pushed into my face, so I reached out and grabbed a tit with my mouth. I put my hands on them, too, and squeezed them as I thrust my cock as hard as I could up into my mother's birth canal. I got a glimpse through the rear-view mirror of Mom's ass thrusting in and out of me. So I was aware of how slutty and sexy Mom looked from The Mexican's point-of-view. "UNNNGGGG! HUNNNNNNGGGGGG!" Mom grunted hoarsely, in a very unladylike fashion, belting out sounds I've never heard her make before. Ashley was forced into action again, feeling Mom's tits, kissing her, and finally, working a finger into Mom's asshole. "URRRGH! AHHHH!" She thrust rapidly into me, moving her hips from side to side for better friction on my cock. She looked very slutty. Her brown hair shook in my face, her tits swung around wildly. Her Mexican captors cheered her on. "UNNNNGGGG! GUCCCKKKKK!" She gurgled as I shot my wad in her. She gyrated her hips wildly. I had to hang onto her hips to keep her from bucking off of me. Her face was contorted and sweaty, her makeup running down her eyes. "OHHHHHH!" PART TWO I wasn't really conscious of it, but as I was fucking my mom, Roberto was giving Caesar some driving directions. As my sobbing Mom fell off of my lap, I noticed that we were on some narrow county road, surrounded by cornfields. Caesar slowed, and pulled into what was some sort of tractor lane right in the middle of a cornfield. Not a road at all, just a private dirt path wide enough for a tractor to go down, a few feet wider than the car. The car stopped about a quarter-mile into the middle of a cornfield. There almost certainly weren't any people within shouting distance. The two Mexicans got out of the car. Caesar walked around the front, to the passenger side. Roberto walked around to the driver's side. Almost simultaneously, they opened the two rear doors. The hulking Roberto grabbed Ashley by her arm, and pulled her out of the car. The older skinnier Caesar grabbed Mom by the arm, and forcefully pulled her out of the car. Ashley was like a rag doll in the big Mexican's grip. She screamed as he wrapped his arms around her. Her skirt hem fell and covered her legs, but she was topless, and Roberto wasted no time kissing her and roughly feeling her tits, his black hair contrasting with her blonde hair. Mom might possibly have outweighed the skinny older Caesar, but he appeared to be a tough dude, and was able to control Mom. Mom's skirt also covered her bottom and legs, but she was still topless, her big jugs bobbling around as she fought her captor, her shoulder-length brown hair flailing wildly as he tried to kiss her. She broke away and actually tried to flee, her tits flying all over as she ran. But the wiry old Mexican grabbed her within six feet. He wrapped her up from behind, and roughly squeezed both of her tits. I could see her white tit flesh squeezing out between his darker fingers. He jiggled and mauled her two large jugs from behind as Mom screamed. Ashley had been pushed up against the now-closed back door, her naked back pinned against the window, which was open just a crack. Roberto's face was buried in her tits, as Ashley screamed, threw her head around, and flailed her arms helplessly. From my angle I could just barely see the Mexican's lips wrapped around my sister's left nipple. Caesar dragged Mom back over to the car. He kicked the back door shut, and threw her up against it, her face pinned against the window. He continued kneading her big tits, which were now only about two feet away from me on the other side of the window. That window was also open just a crack, enough that I could hear Mom's whimpers and sobs, and the shuffling of feet in the dirt. Caesar yanked her skirt down off of her with one quick jerk, and Mom was naked except for her pearl necklace and earrings. He pushed her torso against the window. Inches from me, her tits were mashed against the glass, her nipples, areolas and much of her pale tits flattened. Caesar quickly dropped his pants, exposing a long dark dick surrounded with black pubic hair. He took quick aim at Mom's pussy from behind, and rammed it in hard. Mom screamed. I could hear the slapping of flesh-on-flesh as he thrust rapidly into her. Mom and Sister Carjacked Ashley's dress was yanked off her body, and I got a good look of her great ass. It was pale and round and firm and perfect, yet her flesh still jiggled as she struggled. Roberto lifted her up and slammed her against the glass again. He lifted her left knee up a bit, pulled out a long fat cock, and thrust it into Ashley's pussy. Ashley screamed and moaned. Roberto had a gritty smile on his face as he repeatedly thrust into her pussy. I could hear his flesh slapping into hers, as he reached up and played with her tits. The car was shaking as my mom and sister were being raped against it. They were screaming and the men were laughing and grunting, but the sound was muffled by acres of corn. I decided that it would be futile for me to try to defend anybody, as Dad was still out cold, and the Mexicans still had weapons. Besides, I was really enjoying watching Mom and Ashley being naked and abused by these dirty guys. Caesar had pulled Mom's hips away from the car. Her hands were against the car supporting her, as she leaned over. Her tits were dangling nearly straight down and jiggling all over. I could see her ass flesh ripple as the little older Mexican humped her doggie style. He moved his hands down her sides, and grabbed her hanging tits. Mom's head was hanging down, her brown hair covering her face. Then she lifted her head up, and looked into my eyes, only two feet away through the window. She had a helpless, pleading look on her face. But I just sat there, still naked and with a hard on, watching her naked body get raped. Eventually she hung her head down again and just took it. Ashley's side of the car got noisier. Roberto had both of her feet off the ground and her knees up, and he was thrusting feverishly. Ashley was wailing and hollering while her ass got slammed into the car. In a crescendo of noise, both of their bodies gyrated wildly, until their thrusts diminished in speed and intensity. It seemed like BOTH of them had loud orgasms. On my right, Mom was pleading, "No, no PLEASE!" Caesar had withdrawn his cock from her pussy, and was mashing it into her ass crack. With some work, he was able to slide into her asshole and butt fuck her as she wailed louder, openly sobbing. He reached around her and played with her pussy and her clit. In a matter of seconds, it seemed, Mom was gyrating all over, her tits and hair flying, her knees buckling, until Caesar stopped thrusting and let go of her. Mom fell onto her knees in the dirt. Mom and Ashley each lay doubled over as their Mexican captors spoke to each other over the roof of the car. Then the women were dragged up to the front of the car. The Mexicans traded toys - the older Caesar took Ashley, and the large Roberto took Mom. Ashley was forced to her knees, and was made to suck Caesar's dirty cock as he leaned against the car. Mom also was forced down onto her knees and made to perform oral sex, her head bobbing back and forth on the glistening cock. It occurred to me that Caesar was much older than Ashley, probably as old or older than my dad. And Roberto, though significantly older than me, looked much younger than Mom. Mom was then lifted up and thrown onto her back on the hood. Roberto climbed up on top of her, and straddled her chest with his big body. He laid his cock between her two big white tits, pushed them together, and rapidly tit-fucked her. Both men laughed and joked in Spanish. Ashley was thrown onto the car hood on her back. Her legs were splayed wide, hanging off of the driver's side of the hood. Caesar stood between her legs, and thrust his cock into her open pussy. She wailed as she was taken by her third man of the day. Caesar held her shoulders back down on the hood as her head thrashed about, her long blonde hair getting messed. He reached down and played with her tits, which I noticed were sitting up high on her chest. I could see her thigh flesh jiggle each time she got slammed into. Roberto climbed off of Mom's chest. He grabbed her ankles and slid her down, until her torso was on the edge of the car on the passenger side. He stood between her legs, and raised her feet up high, over his head. He thrust his cock into her, pulling her snug against him. Mom's legs were still up over his shoulders, pushed back over her body, as she was fucked on the hood. Her tits danced wildly on her chest. I noticed that they didn't stick up as high as Ashley's, sloping to the sides just a little. But most of them were piled up high on her chest, and wobbling all over. Both women were loudly moaning and wailing again as the car was jostled. They were close enough together, although upside down from each other, that their respective attackers could reach over and play with the other's tits. One moment Mom, while getting fucked by Roberto, was having her two tits felt by Roberto AND Caesar. And the next moment, Ashley had her tits felt by the two men while Caesar raped her pussy. It seemed like an hour that they were fucked and felt up. But slowly they worked up to a loud crescendo. Within seconds of each other, it seemed, they both spasmed and screamed in apparent climaxes, before the laughing Mexicans pulled their dripping cocks out of their used pussies. PART THREE - CONCLUSION "Bye, Mom," I heard Ashley say from the foyer by our house's front door. "Hey, where ya goin?" I asked my sister. "Out with Ben," she replied. "But Dad's out of town. I want you here tonight." "But I already told Ben I'd go to a movie with him! MOM?" Mom stood in the kitchen entranceway. She just looked at us, and shrugged. "Alright," I said. "But you be home by nine." "Oh OK!" She barked. "Watch the attitude. And tonight I want you to do a strip dance, sorta like Mom did last week." Ashley sighed. "What do you want me to wear?" "Anything sexy. You know what I like." After Ashley exited the house, I looked at Mom. "Nine O'clock, your bedroom." "Alright," she quietly acknowledged, her eyes looking down. She knew she didn't have a choice. After the two Mexicans were done raping my mom and sister, they drug Dad and me out of the car, and sped off with our car and our cash. Mom's button sweater fell out of the car along with Dad, so Mom quickly retrieved her skirt and sweater, and Ashley self-consciously turned her back to me as she picked her dress off the ground and put it back on. Caesar and Roberto didn't take my cell phone, but I had no bars. So I ran out to the road and waited for a car to flag down for help. I got back to the family in the cornfield to hear the end of an ongoing argument. Dad was beginning to come around, but wasn't coherent. Once Mom and Ashley had gained some composure and put on some clothes, both were adamant that they wanted to forget the whole incident. I told them that we couldn't, since we had to report our car stolen and get Dad to a hospital. But Ashley was vehement that no one could know that she had sex with her bother, even if it was at gunpoint. She would never be able to live it down at school or anywhere else. Mom was in quick and total agreement. She didn't want to become famous as the woman who was forced to have sex with her son. They didn't want to relive the event in court, or tell the police. I really didn't want to lie about it and argued against it, but secretly I didn't want to be famous for fucking my mom and sister either. So the decision was made to tell the police about the carjacking and Dad getting clonked on the head, but nothing at all about any of the sexual assaults. When the cops finally arrived and questioned us, they were given real vague descriptions of the two Mexicans, since we really didn't want them caught to possibly spill the beans. The police were not told about any of the sex. If they wondered why Mom and Ashley wore no bras, they didn't mention it. And as it turned out, Dad was not told either. Other than a concussion and a nasty headache, he had no lingering effects from his beating. But he couldn't remember anything at all from that day, even being at the gas station beforehand. So Mom hid the truth from him about his wife and his daughter having sex with his son. Outwardly life returned to normal. But during that time that the women were being raped outside the car, I had found my cell phone, and snapped pictures and videos of Mom and Ashley naked and getting fucked by Mexicans. I hid them my secret online repository, and only showed them to Mom and Ashley. They begged me not to show them to anyone else, and basically promised anything if I would suppress them. It didn't become sexual blackmail right away. But as long as I had my story and my photos hanging over Mom and Ashley, I made a point of getting away with more and more abuses. It started with little comments to Ashley about her body and how she reacted when I felt her and fucked her. Then little squeezes of her butt in her jeans. Approaching Mom in the kitchen when Dad wasn't around and giving her a quick goose. Then squeezes of her tits over her blouse. One night Mom got drunk when Dad wasn't home, and made a confession that she regretted the next day when I reminded her of it; she told me that as hard as she tried to tell herself that she was the victim and wasn't at fault, the thing that shamed and haunted her the most was remembering the intense physical pleasure her body took during her multiple orgasms. So I used that guilt against her. Soon I was surprising Mom in the shower by slipping in and soaping up her naked body, and boldly walking into Ashley's bedroom for a quick reach into her nightgown to grope her tit - the same nightgown she once called me a "perv" just for looking down into. The more they perpetuated the lies, and the more perversions they let me get away with behind Dad's and everybody else's back, the deeper indebted they were to me. Any humiliation they suffered behind closed doors, they believed, was better than the public humiliation they would face if word got out. And that is the story of how I made my mom and my sister my personal sex slaves. At quarter 'till nine, I walked into Mom's bedroom. I chose her bedroom mostly because of the queen-sized bed, but also because I liked defiling hers and Dad's bedroom. Mom was finishing her makeup, applying lipstick for me. She was wearing the outfit that I had requested: A black bra with lacy half-cups, with her tits pushed together and her pale cleavage spilling out the top like a couple of white beluga whales; black silk bikini panties with lace along the leg holes and waistband, opaque and lacy at the crotch - frankly her tummy was too rounded to be wearing those skimpy things, causing the waistband to dip a little, but there was something inappropriate about them that made them sexier; black hose and garters that showed off her long legs and sexy calves but left her fleshy white upper thighs exposed; open-toed high heel shoes with black straps up her ankles. She looked real sexy and slutty. I didn't buy Mom the outfit. I made her buy it herself at the mall. I didn't have the money for such things. Plus, although I didn't have any major Freudian resentments with either my mom or my dad that I was aware of other the usual arguments, I found that I took a perverted pleasure by cuckolding Dad by making his wife buy sexy things for me with his own money. "Ashley will be here in a few minutes," I said. "Lets start with a little make-out session." I approached her where stood by her vanity mirror, and wrapped my arms around her body, feeling her naked waist and back in my hands. I kissed her and she kissed me back. We slid our tongues into each other's mouths. Her perfume smelled nice. She looked great. I took it slow. I used to be all grabby and stuff, and still am sometimes just to piss off Ashley. But right now I was pacing myself until Ashley joined in. I ran my hands down over Mom's silk-covered ass. I massaged it a little before taking a couple of squeezes. Mostly I just sort of pinned Mom against her dresser and made out with her. Eventually I just had to reach up and squeeze her tits, pushing them out of their cups a little. I petted her bare cleavage, but left the globes on their shelves in their half-cups. Ashley returned home right on time. I liked the thought that I made her leave her boyfriend to come home and have sex with me. I heard her go to her bedroom to change. She promptly appeared in Mom's bedroom. She was wearing a tight yellow top with spaghetti straps. I could see tangerine-colored bra straps under it. Her pleated white micro-miniskirt showed off nearly all of her long smooth bare thighs. Her heels were white with straps wrapped around her ankles, similar to Mom's black ones. "Ooh, Nice outfit," I moaned. Ashley was beyond blushing, but the comment did make her look self-conscious. "I'm kinda tired tonight, so I won't go too late. Wait, I'll get some music." Damn, I nearly forgot music. I rushed to my bedroom and grabbed my boom box. The medium-tempo pop song I chose wasn't something I normally listen to, but it fit the mood I wanted to set. When the music started playing, I stepped back and put my left arm around Mom's bare waist. Ashley began to slowly sway her hips. I only had to caution Ashley once about stripping too fast. After that, she got in a sensual rhythm. The swayed her hips back and forth while moving her shoulders up and down, her hands rubbing her hips and thighs. I'll bet she's practiced this type of thing in the mirror before, when nobody was around. She lifted the hem of her shirt a little to show her midriff and belly button, moving the fabric back and forth. She had all the moves, but the facial expressions betrayed the humiliation she was feeling. Slowly she lowered the blouse straps one by one, as the top of her bra came into view. She crossed her arms, grabbed the blouse, and pulled it up and through her long blonde hair, gently dropping the garment to the side. Her bra pushed her tits up just a little, and they were dancing in and out of the cups. Ashley cupped her tits and pushed her them up a little, and even thought to lean forward to show me some cleavage. Her hands slid to her skirt. She lifted the hem up in a teasing way; just enough to reveal that she was wearing red panties under it. Then she turned around and shook her ass at me. She teasingly lifted the skirt in back, and I realized that the panties were thongs! Good choice! She exposed the bottom halves of her perfect bare buns, and as she bent over slightly my eyes focused on her red panty-covered crotch between her legs. Ashley faced Mom and me again, hooking her thumbs into her skirt waistband. She thrust her hips in and out a few times, before tugging down slightly, bringing her skirt down below her panty waistline. She alternated pulling down one side of her skirt and then the other, until the little garment slid down her panties and her thighs. Upon stepping out of her skirt, she thrust her panty-covered crotch at me some more. Wearing only her thong, bra, and shoes, my big sis turned around, and jiggled her bare butt cheeks at me. They were pale, with tan lines separating her cheeks from her thighs. The two half-moons, as firm as they were, jiggled as she shook her ass back and forth, slowly at first, but then rapidly. She put her hands on her knees and booty popped her white ass. While watching my sister stripping, I kept my left arm around Mom, who was standing next to me. Seeing Ashley's ass made me want to feel an ass, so I reached down and slid my hand into the back of Mom's panties, and squeezed her right cheek. It was way bigger than Ashley's, but it would do for a moment. Ashley, with her back to us, lowered her bra straps. She reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, with a little difficulty. She danced with her hands holding up her cups, her bare back exposed. She turned to face us again, still holding the bra in front of her. Slowly she grasped the cups and pulled down on her bra. Her firm B-cup tits fell out and jiggled freely. The firm babies danced rapidly. Her nipples quickly became hard and pointed out at me. Ashley cupped her own two breasts and lifted them, holding them out for me. She leaned over and let them hang down. She wiggled her shoulders back and forth to shake them more. I hadn't realized that my sister knew how to act so much like a slut. And she called me a "perv!" I stood behind Mom now, letting my hard on goose her. I reached around her and played with her exposed cleavage as I watched Ashley's tits. Eventually I reached into Mom's bra and tweaked her hard nipples inside the cups. Ashley hooked her thumbs inside her thong waistband on each side, by her hips. She pulled one side down, then the other, teasing me by showing a little more frontal flesh each time, the top of her pubic mound barely visible, stretching the waistband out. Finally she pulled the tiny garment down, arched her back and leaned forward, and slid the thongs down her legs, past her knees. She had to lift her feet while dancing the take them off, and she nearly tripped and fell. But she got back into character as she thrust her bare pussy at me. From this proximity in good light, I could see through her wisp of dishwater blonde pubic hair to her pussy mound. "Yeah! Go Blondie!" I yelled. She hated it when I called her that now, and gave me one irritated glance before getting back to thrusting her hips. While watching Ashley dance completely naked except for her white shoes and a gold necklace, I rubbed my fingers over Mom's silk-covered pussy mound, then I slid my fingers into the front of her panties. I ran my fingers through her thick patch of pubic hair, cupped her mound for a moment, and then found her slit with my middle finger through all the hair. Mom was wet. A new song came on the blaster, this one a little bit faster. "Mom, you may as well dance a little while you undress. Just the bra and panties." I said. "Ashley, you keep dancing, too. Obediently, Mom stepped forward, and turned to face me. She was more of an old-fashioned bump-and-grind dancer, due to my influences. She put her hands up in the air over her head, and thrust her chest in and out, causing her cleavage to shake and hang out of her cups. Her legs were spread wide, her knees bent slightly, as she thrust her hips in and out at me, not looking directly at me. She shook her shoulder-length brown hair. I took my cock out of my pants, and stroked it while watching Mom and Ashley. Mom lowered her bra straps, reached behind and unclasped the black garment, and slowly let it drop. Her mammoth jugs fell out, and danced all over. Mom swung them around for me, leaned over and dangled them down, and squeezed them. She did something she knows I love - she lifted her tits up, lowered her head, and licked each of her own nipples. "Yeah, Mamacita!" I laughed. Mom turned and shook her ass at me for a bit. I was a big ass, not perfect, but it wasn't so bad for a mature woman, and I loved the way her flesh rippled and shook as she booty popped. Mom hooked her thumbs in the sides of her waistband, and slowly slid off the silk panties. After some more bare booty popping and a few rapid shakes, Mom turned around to show me that wide thick triangle of even brown pussy hair, sticking way out from her body. She was naked except for her garter, hose, and shoes. I made my mom and sister dance naked for a moment more as I pointed my hard cock at them. I reached over to the blaster, and forwarded to a ballad. "Dance with each other. Real close and sexy." Mom and Ashley turned and awkwardly put their arms around each other. They slow-danced, basically hugging and moving their feet up and down. "Now kiss." Ashley and Mom looked at each other briefly, then turned their heads, closed their eyes and slowly kissed. I could see their tongues sticking out and licking together. Mom reached her hands up and timidly cupped Ashley's tits. Ashley did the same, unsure at first if she should. They massaged each other breasts. Knowing I liked it when their tits touched, Mom lifted both of her big tits up with her hands, and pressed them against Ashley's. She circled her darker-colored nipples around Ashley's pink nipples, then mashed their tits together, and rubbed their chests back and forth. Ashley emitted a gasp. Mom and Sisters Humiliated It all started on a nice Friday evening. My two sisters and I were going to receive our report cards today. They would be in the mail by the time we got home from high school. We never came home together. My two sisters would always ride together and spend time with their friends after school. They were more social than I will ever be. They never came home until dinner time, which was around 6:30pm. My father made it a point to have a family dinner at least twice a week to catch up on things. Friday night was a family dinner night. My two sisters, Kate and Melissa, were two of the most popular girls at school. While I was just a quiet kid, who liked to stay in the back of the class. Kate and Melissa and I were all 18 years old and seniors in high school. We were triplets. We weren't identical triplets. We had some similarities, but for the most part we just looked like normal siblings. I always tried to get a peak at Kate and Melissa when they came out of the shower. My room was downstairs and there's was upstairs. The shower was right next to my room and I had a perfect view of the stairs. They would come out of the bathroom with only a towel on and I would watch them slowly walk up the stairs, just hoping that one day the towel would fall from their nice, shapely bodies. I masturbated about this all the time. I swear sometimes they knew I was looking and they would bend over to give me a peak at their upper legs. The towel would never be short enough to see their ass. Kate was a brunette. She had nice long legs, a slender body and a round firm ass. She wore a 36DD bra. Melissa was a little bit chubbier. She was not fat by any means. She just had a little grab on her. She was a redhead, which she got from my mom. Her ass was even better than Kate's. She wore a 36D bra. They get there wonderful bodies from my mom. All 3 of them were pale, like a porcelain doll. They were all a little over five feet tall. There was one day I saw my mom walk out of the bathroom with only a towel on, and it actually fell. This was odd, because my mom usually puts her clothes on in the bathroom. This was one occasion where she forgot to bring them into the bathroom. My mom, Krissy, wore a 34DD bra. She had the same round ass that my sisters had. That day I saw her, I got a perfect view of her ass and a glimpse of the side of her tit. She had large puffy aerola's and her nipple was rather small. It didn't stick out too much. Anyways, back to today. When I got home from school, Kate and Melissa were alreay home. I found this odd, because it was only 4:00pm. They were sitting on the couch with my mom looking at their report cards. My mom didn't look too happy with them. My mom was very close with them as was my dad with me. When I approached them, they were talking about somehow keeping the cards from dad. I just laughed at them and found my report card. Straight A's! I was even in the advanced classes. I couldn't wait to show dad the grades. He had promised me a snowmobile that we could both use if I kept my straight A's through my senior year. Just a half year to go. I turned back to my mom and showed her the card. She had a smile on her face and told me I did a great job. She then turned back to my sisters and told them she would break the news to our father after she told him that she had totalled his truck. That was a surprise! She had switched cars with my dad this morning because she needed to pick something up that was big and heavy. So she needed his truck. My mom told my sisters the report cards would not be a big deal to him after that. My dad was adiment on all of us getting good grades in school. He often spanked my sisters for their poor grades. It's too bad he never did it bare-bottomed. I would have liked to have seen that. They always had all of their clothes on. The last time he had spanked them was about 2 years ago. Later that evening, dad came home. Me and my mom had made dinner and it was ready on the table. The first thing dad asked was about our report cards. My sisters just looked at my mom. I chimed in. "Dad, I got more straight A's." My dad smiled at me and said, "Great job, son. Another step closer to that snowmobile. What about you girls?". They couldn't look my dad in the face. He knew something was wrong. He got very stern and asked for their report cards immediately. My mom got up from the table and told my dad she had totalled his truck. My dad stood their astonished for a moment. He quickly came out of it and asked her how. My mom told him it was her fault and that she had hit somebody. My dad just said mistakes happen and he would have to find a new truck. As long as my mom was okay and not hurt. He turned back to my sisters and asked for their report cards. My mom chimed in again saying that dinner was getting cold and we need to eat now. My dad looked up at her and knew she was trying to hide the girls cards from him. He was getting mad now and now was demanding them in his hands this instance. My mom got up, grabbed the cards and handed them to my dad. The look on his face was priceless. "Both of you have all D's and F's! What is this? If you two wouldn't spend so much time flirting with those boys and spend more time with your books, this wouldn't be happening!". My mom tried to defend them, with no avail. My dad said she was no better for trying to cover this up all the time. That was when the fun began. The best day of my life. Dad screamed out," Both of you girls stand up next to your mom. You girls want to be sluts and not bookworms. Then I'll go ahead and treat you as such.". Dad told all 3 of them to turn around and bend over. He started spanking mom first, then Kate, and Melissa last. When he was done, he told all of them to face me. I was now aroused and had a hard-on. He told them they were going to show his son, ME, what real women look like. "Kate, take off you shirt!". Kate took her shirt off, then was told to take her pants off. I could see her cleavage while she was bent over. Dad told Melissa to take off her shirt and pants. He told mom the same thing. I couln't believe this. Just a thin layer of panties and bra was separating my eyes from seeing my mom's and my sister's ass, boobs, nipples, and pussies. My dad told me it was okay to masturbate, so I gladly started underneath the table. I was stroking my hard cock. Then I saw them. My mom's nipples were showing through her bra. I could see her boobs! My dad saw me staring and grabbed my mom's boobs and started rubbing them. He them grabbed Kate's boob and rubbed her nipple until it was hard. I could see it popping out a little. Kate moaned,"Please, dad, stop. Please don't touch me anymore. I am a grown woman.". That is when dad smacked Kate's boob. She started crying. Dad went behind her and unhooked her bra. It fell to the ground. Her boobs were amazing. They hung a little because they were so big, but they were still firm. The aerola took up half her boob and was a very light-colored pink. Her nipples were actually quite small. Dad grabbed her boobs and rubbed her nipples between his fingers. He then told her to spread her legs apart. I saw his fingers come out the front of her crouch. He was rubbing her pussy. He then pulled her panties down and took them off. Right between her legs, I could see her bald, puffy, pussy lips. I was seeing my sister's pussy! Now, this got me going. I was even moaning now. My dad told Kate to stand right next to me, so that I could get a close up of her gigantic boobs and her bald, now I could see that it was also wet, pussy. My dad told me not to touch Kate just yet. He went back to my mom and pulled her panties down. My mom had a red hairy cunt, but it wasn't too hairy. She naturally had little hair on her body. I could barely make out her pussy lips. I could definitely make out Kate's pussy lips right next to me. I could smell her pussy just 2 feet away from my nose. I loved the smell. Dad ripped mom's bra off and her boobs went swaying every which way. This made some cum come out of my cock. Her and Kate had identical boobs. My moms were just a little smaller. My mom's aerola's also took up half her boobs. Dad told mom to stand next to me. He then walked over to Melissa and told her to spread her legs. He grabbed her pussy lips through her panties and squeezed hard. Melissa let out a scream,"Daddy, let go of my pussy. Please! Please, don't touch my pussy anymore. I'll do whatever you want. You're hurting my pussy". My dad let go of her pussy lips, brought his hand back and spanked her pussy. She let out a cry and my dad did it again and again and again. He spanked her pussy about 10 times and then pulled her panties down. Her pussy had a little line of hair above her pussy lips. Otherwise, it was bald. He then spanked her pussy more. His hands were getting wet from her pussy juices, so he licked it off his hands. He them ripped her bra off and her boobs went swaying. This made more cum come out of my hard cock. Melissa's boobs were smaller than my mom's and Kate's, but they were still huge. Her aerola's only took up about a third of her boob and were also very light-colored and her nipples were a little bit larger than the other two's nipples. I couldn't believe what I was seeing here. My mom and my two sisters naked in front of me and my dad. My dad then felt up on Melissa's boobs and went down and sucked her nipples. He started kissing her stomach, then her little line of pubic hair, until he finally reached her pussy. He stuck his whole mouth into her pussy. He was like an predator eating his prey. "Daddy, please stop this. Daddy, please stop eating my pussy out. Stop!". My dad did finally stop. He grabbed her pussy lips and dragged her over to me by her pussy lips. She was in tears. Dad told me to touch mom's boobs, so I did. They were very soft and so gentle. It was like touching a doll. I grabbed Kate's boobs next and they were the same way. I slid one hand down to Kate's pussy and put my finger in her wet pussy. I then licked my finger. It tasted soooo good. Dad told me to pull out from underneath the table and show the girls my cock. So I did. They were all astonished at the sight. It was only about 5-6 inches long, but it was the sight of seeing their son's and brother's cock that stunned them. Dad told Kate to sit on my cock. She did as he ordered. My cock slid nicely into her hot, hot, hot wet bald pussy. I started to suck her nipples. Her body was being aroused, even if she didn't want to be. My one whole hand was full of her boob and nipple and the other nipple was in my mouth. I kept sucking at her nipples and kissing all over her boobs for about five minutes. Dad finally told Kate to start going up and down on my cock and give me what I always wanted. Her virginity. My sisters may have been big flirts, but they were both still virgins. She started going up and down and soon we had a perfect rhythm. With one hand I kept feeling her pussy and licking my fingers. It smelt and tasted so good. I still couldn't believe I was fucking my oldest sister. Dad told Kate to get off of me and he them told mom to sit on my cock and give me a hard fuck. Mom's cunt was even looser and it slid on my cock with no problem at all. I started to suck her nipples and we made love. Dad bent Kate and Melissa over the table and spanked their bare asses. He had them spread their legs apart, so he could see their bald pussies. I could see their huge boobs just hanging there, swaying back and forth as he spanked them. He then told both of them to get on the table, on their backs, and spread their legs, spread eagle. He spanked both of their pussies and fingered them in between spanks. I could see they had never been more humiliated in their entire lives. "Do you girls like this? Daddy spanking and fingering your pussies. You two completely naked in front of your daddy and brother. We can see you big boobies, your gigantic aerolas, your asses, and your sweet, bald pussies. Now daddy's gonna slap your boobies.". He then had both of them sit up straight, so he could slap their boobs. This got me so aroused, seeing my sisters' boobs slapped back and forth, that I finally came to the height of my arousal and grabbed my mom's hair and started pumping my cock in her harder then ever. While my mom was crying, I was moaning and screaming for joy. "Yes, mom! Yes, mom! Give it to me you bitch! I am going to fuck you every day from now on, you fucking bitch! Ride my cock! Harder! Give it to me mommy! Slide your wet pussy up and down on my cock! Ohhhhh!". Then my load shot out of my cock into my mom's sweet, red hairy cunt. She was crying more than ever now. I grabbed her face and kissed her lips and told her that I would do it softer from now on. Surprisingly, she kissed me back. When dad was done slapping my sisters' boobs, he had them lay on their backs again. He told me to come over and help him eat their pussies out. He licked Kate's pussy and I licked Melissa's pussy. I could see why my dad had licked her pussy first. Melissa's pussy was so sweet. It wasn't salty at all. Dad told mom to get on the table and give Kate a good face fuck. Kate then had to lick my mom's hairy pussy. I was playing with Melissa's clit soo much, she eventually had an orgasm. I know she was being humiliated and didn't want this to happen, but she had no control over her body and what it was doing. I tasted all of her hot cum as it came out into my mouth. Her cum was running down my neck. It was so hot and sweet. It tasted like I was biting into a watermelon. She was screaming because it felt so good and crying at the same time because she was ashamed that she had cum in my mouth. Just then, Kate had an orgasm. Her cum was all over my dad's face. This whole time, I could see Kate licking my mom's pussy. Kate was also massaging my mom's clit with her fingers, on my dad's orders. My mom's clit was hanging out beyond the little red hair she had. She was feeling Kate's boobs, also on my dad's orders. My dad told me to stand up and stick my cock in Melissa and he did the same with Kate. We then made love to them for the next 20 minutes before we both cummed inside of them. The whole time, Melissa's pussy kept squeezing my cock harder and harder every time I slid in. After that was over, my dad told me to sit on the couch with him. He told the girls to put on a show for the both of us. He wanted them to kiss each other, suck each other's nipples and lick each other's asses and pussies. He also brought out a strap on and a couple of mom's dildos. We watched as Kate and Melissa got into the 69 position and ate each other's pussies out. Mom also sucked my cock for about a half an hour before I came in her mouth. Dad made her swallow. After she sucked my cock, I slapped her face and her tits with my hard cock. She was crying the whole time, probably because it hurt and she was being humiliated. I made my mom stand on the couch, over me. I stuck two fingers up her ass and two up her cunt. I fingered her ass and cunt as I licked and bit her clit. My dad told Kate and Melissa that they were going to act out one of his fantasies. He had them both get on their side and spread their legs apart. He grabbed their legs and moved them into each other until their wet pussies collided. He told them to rub their pussies together until they both had orgasms. My dad would periodically go down and lick both of their pussies, at the same time. He also made both of them suck his cock while they were rubbing their pussies together. When it was over, he told the girls that this is not the last time this is going to happen. Whenever we wanted it, they would give it to us. If I want to see my sisters naked, then they would strip in front of me. If I wanted to make love to my mom, then she would let me make love to her. He also made a couple of rules. One of them was that if they were going pee, they would leave the bathroom door open, so we could see if we wanted to. Another was they couldn't wear any clothes at the table during family dinner night. The last two rules were no showering by themselves and they all had to have bald pussies. My dad or I would give them showers or baths. We would wash their bodies and we would shave their cunts. Oh, and there was one other rule. We would spank them whenever or wherever on their bodies we felt it was necessary. My dad told my sisters and my mom they all had to go on birth control. That was after my mom got pregnant with my baby. Oops! Anyways, we definitely didn't get to eating food that night, just my mom's and sisters' pussies. Mom and Sisters Humiliated Ch. 02 If you don't like the title or description, don't go any further! This story is not meant for you. This story is not being edited by english professors. There are grammar errors, but no spelling errors. This is a sequel to the first: "Mom and Sisters Humiliated". That next morning: I woke up in bed with a hard on and my boxers were completely wet. I looked at my clock next to my bed and it read 6:24am. I didn't have to wake up early because it was our holiday break for Christmas. Had I dreamt that whole ordeal with my family? It couldn't have been a dream. It felt so real. Touching my sisters' pussies, sucking my mom's nipples and making love to all three of them. It had to have happened. Had I had a wet dream? I got out of bed and pulled my boxers down. They fell to the floor with a splat. I figured everyone was still sleeping, so I opened my bedroom door and walked the three feet to the bathroom. I opened the bathroom door to see Melissa standing in front of the mirror with only her panties on. I could see the side of her pure white tits just hanging over the sink. She was bent forward, looking in the mirror at something in her eye. Her aerolas were a light-colored pink, while taking up about a third of her boob and her nipples were quite small. She turned, "What are you looking at you fucking pervert. Get the hell out!" I quickly turned and acted as if I had just opened the door and told her I was sorry, as she slammed the door in my side. It must have been a dream. Everything that had happened was unbelievable and it was just a dream. I went slouching back to my room and fell on my bed. I realized I wasn't wearing any boxers when I was standing at the bathroom doorway looking at Melissa. I wondered if she saw my hard cock sticking out in front of her or if it was too dark in the hallway for her to see it. I had to grab my cock and masturbate now. I stroked my cock, thinking about Melissa's tits and how big they were and how much they hung over the sink. Her 36D bust was just too much for my cock. I came with a big moan and by whole body shivered. "What the hell are you doing you pervert?" Melissa was standing at my doorway, but for how long? I had to think quickly. "I have pains in my stomach. That's why I was making noises." "Your a fucking liar. You were playing with your dingy and right after seeing me in the bathroom. I'm just going to have tell mom about this when she gets home from the craft show." "No! I wasn't doing that. I.....I...." "You were to playing with yourself. You should be happy that dad is gone for the week on business, but I'm sure mom will call him and tell him what a pervert they have for a son. I saw that hard-on you had, looking at me in the bathroom" "Please, Melissa. I am begging you not to tell them. It wasn't over you. I had to pee really badly and it got bigger." "Yea, I'll believe that one." She closed my door with a slam. What was I going to do? I stood up and walked to the bathroom. I took a long shower, thinking about what I was going to do to get out of this. I had to do something. Dad would surely spank me, even if I was 18. He didn't care. And it wouldn't be an easy spanking. This would last a long time and hurt badly. He hadn't spanked any of us for years, but this would surely deserve one. I got out of the shower and went to my room to dress. I decided there was only one thing to do. Frighten the living crap out of Melissa, so she didn't tell our parents about this. I watched tv for a couple of hours, thinking about how I was going to do this. When I walked out of my room to get breakfast, I heard talking going on in the kitchen. "....the bathroom door and was staring at my boobs. When I turned to shut the door, I saw he had a hard-on. My own brother got a hard-on staring at me." "That's disgusting. Are you going to tell your parents?" "Of course I am." Melissa's friend, Erin, must have come over while I was watching tv. Erin had a great body and a beautiful face as well. Erin was also 18 and a senior. She was about 5'6" tall and had nice athletic features to her. She was physically fit and I always thought she could beat the shit out of me. Her boobs were probably a C-cup size and her ass was athletically firm. She was on the track and field team, so she was always running. She had a nice tan, due to being outside a lot. No one knows her original hair color becase she always was dying it and putting highlights in it. Right now, she was more of a blond, with strawberry highlights. Just then, Kate came down the stairs and joined in the conversation. "He had what?" "A hard-on, staring at my boobs." I knew I had to do something. This would be known to the whole school before the holiday break ended. I wouldn't be able to go back under any circumstances. I walked back into my room and gathered some things together and put them in my pockets. I then walked into the kitchen and said hello to everybody. They just laughed at me. I knew that would happen. I opened the refrigerator and found what I was looking for. The butter spray. They were all standing next to each other, so this should be easy. I hoped! I quickly turned around and sprayed their eyes with the butter. "Fuck!" "What th..." "Ahhh!" I had to move quickly. I grabbed Melissa's hands and tied them behind her back with rubber bands. I did the same to Erin. I put Kate's hands in my hand cuffs. Lucky enough, I had been a boy scout and learned how to do some weird things. I dragged them all into the living room and set them up on the couch. They were screaming at me, but couldn't open their eyes just yet. I got a rag and washed their eyes off. They were all trying to kick me, so I had to tie their legs together as well. "What the fuck are you doing?" Kate asked first. "I don't want any of you to tell anyone what I did this morning." Melissa responded, "I'm telling everyone what you were doing and about this. You might go to jail." "I wanted this to go easy, but you girls are just going to make it hard on yourselves. I am going to strip all of you and give you three some spankings you will never forget." I then bent Melissa over the couch. Her knees were on the couch and her face was hanging over the back. I started spanking her ass. With every slap, Melissa let out a groan which turned into screams. She was wearing very short shorts, so I pulled them up so I could see her ass. I also pulled her panties up. As I was pulling these up, I knew Melissa's pussy had to be hurting. I was stretching these shorts and panties into her pussy. "Please, Zach! Stop! Your hurting me." "What am I hurting?" "My...my pussy." Just then, I slapped her bare ass as hard as I could. She let out a scream. With me pulling her shorts and panties up, I could see part of her pussy lip between her ass cheeks. I moved the thin line of her panties and shorts to the side, so I could see her full pussy. It was bald, with a line of hair at the top. Her asshole was completely bald. I could see she shaved almost every day and definitely did this morning. I stuck my finger in her pussy. It was quite dry and I knew I had to lubricate it. "Take your hand out of my sister's pussy! This is incest and rape." I looked at Kate and slapped her across her mouth. I pulled my pants and boxers down and pryed Kate's mouth open. I stuck my cock in her mouth and made her suck it. I knew she wouldn't bite down because she was afraid of blood. "This is what a bad mouth gets. It gets washed out with my cock." After she had sucked it awhile, I took my cock out and slapped her face with it. Right now, she must be completely humiliated. I moved over to Erin and slapped her face with my cock as well. I then went back to Melissa. I pulled scissors out of my pocket and cut the sides and the crotch of her panties and shorts. They fell to the ground. She was still bent over and her ass was sticking out at me. I felt her ass up, then stuck my finger in her asshole. Her hole body jumped at that moment. I grabbed my cock and shoved it in her ass. I abused her ass for the next 10 minutes, while Erin and Kate just watched on. I pumped my cock in and out of her asshole. She was crying the entire time. I decided to pull out because I could smell her pussy. I bent over and shoved my tongue in between her puffy pussy lips. Her cunt was so sweet and the fumes coming from her pussy were overwhelming. She was now getting wet. Even though she was being humiliated, she couldn't help what her body was doing. She began going into an orgasm and her whole body was shaking. Her hot cum began to flow into mouth. It tasted so good. Her whole body went limp. I untied her feet and hands and turned her around. I knew she was humiliated and now feared me. "You're going to listen to me from now on. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir." I could now see the front of her pussy. She did have a line of hair above her pussy, so my dream was right. I told her to stand up and take her shirt and bra off. She did as I ordered. As she took her bra off, her tits came bouncing out. Melissa was now naked, in front of me. I had her bend over just slightly, so her tits were hanging a little in the air and not against her body. I then slapped her boobs from underneath. Her boobs bounced up and down and side to side. I slapped them harder and harder until she was crying again. "Please, stop spanking my boobs! Zach, please!" "Okay. Sit on the couch and spread your legs apart." As she spread her legs apart, her pussy spread as well. I could see everything. I pinched her clit with my finger and she screamed. I got down on my knees, betweeen her legs and began to spank her pussy. "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! My pussy! My pussy hurts!" So far, this was the most erotic time of the whole day. She was screaming about her pussy hurting, while I was spanking it. I began to lick my hand in between spanks. Her pussy juice was all over my hand. The whole room probably smelt like her pussy. Slap! Slap! Slap! "Ouch! My pussy hurts! You're hurting my pussy!" I stood up, grabbed Erin by the hair and dragged her down, between Melissa's legs. From behind Erin, I shoved her face in Melissa's cunt. I pushed her face into her pussy over and over. She needed a breath once in a while. "That's it. Suck her clit. Keep eating her pussy out. Swallow all of Melissa's pussy juices." While Erin was on her knees eating Melissa's pussy, I untied her legs. I pulled her pants and panties down. She had a hairy pussy. It seemed to be trimmed because it was all very short. Her pussy hair was a brown color. I stuck my finger in her pussy. Just then, she tryed to kick me, but I caught her leg and began spanking her ass. "You want to kick me, you bitch! You are gonna get an ass spanking you'll never forget." I told Melissa to wrap her legs around Erin's face, so her face was stuck in her pussy. I spanked Erin's ass harder and harder until it was beat red. I grabbed Erin by her hair and turned her around and threw her on the ground. "Melissa, you finger your pussy and lick your fingers while I deal with Erin." Kate was now fearful for herself and I could tell it in her eyes. I went over to her and untied her. I went back to Erin, who was laying on her back on the ground. I spread her legs apart and spanked her pussy over and over. While I was doing that I told Kate to strip. (continued in part 3) Mom & Sister's Power It was a Saturday morning around 10:30 A.M. My mom was downstairs cooking breakfast. As I woke up I could smell the breakfast she was preparing for me and my dad. My mom is 41, She has Blonde Hair, Blue Eyes, Tan Body and Weighs around 134 pounds. Not to mention her big luscious firm tits which are 34d. As I Made my way downstairs I could smell that she was making pancakes and eggs my favorite. We all sat down at the table and mom said "Eric your sister is coming home today from college" I said "Oh Great" Me and my sister never really got along we had a normal brother and sister relationship going on, Until she rang the doorbell. My mom went and answered the door while I ate my breakfast at the kitchen. My sister Jessica walked into the kitchen looking GREAT! She has blonde hair, slim tan body and a nice great ass and big tits. I couldn't believe the change she had made since she left home. I was practically staring until my sister kept yelling at me "Eric!" "Eric!" I broke out of the trance and said, "Hi Jessica its good to see you how have you been. She replied "Its been great I'm so happy to see you" I mumbled yea its grreeeatt to see you too. She made her way up to her room to unpack. While my dad went to work. Later that day I saw her sunbathing by the pool with my mom. They both where showing off their great asses and tits. I felt my cock growing in my pants, I couldn't stand it. I whipped out my cock and started jerkin off to my mom and sis as they sunbathed out by the pool. I started to cum all over the place, I quickly jumped in the shower and then went outside to talk to them. As I walked outside they were happy to see me, but not as happy as I was to see them. My Mom said "Eric I hope you don't mind me and Jessica sunbathing out her, the sun feels great on our body." My sister noticed my boner in my short and said "Mom Eric doesn't mind look at his cock in his shorts" Yes my cock was very hard and I wanted to jerk it but I couldn't whip it out because I knew my mom would get mad at me until she said "Yea I see it now Jessica, Eric take off your shorts and sunbath with us" I hesitated but I finally got them off. They were staring at my dick and how long it was. "Holy Shit he's so fuckin big" Jessica said "I hear ya Jess, Eric I wish you would of shown me this before" Well they all decided to go for a swim naked. Eric couldn't take his eyes off his sister and moms shaved pussies. His sister swam over to him and brushed against his dick with her leg and he grew hard again. "Eric I can't take it anymore" she said as she started to firmly stoke his cock underwater. Eric and Jessica's mother turns around and notices what is going on and can't believe it. She started to watch longer and she felt kinda wet between her legs. She swam over and went underwater and started to suck Eric's dick while Jessica sucked her moms tits. MMMMMMMM he moaned, I'm gonna cum he yelled UGHHHHH and he shot his load underwater in her mouth. Eric started to suck her tits as she moaned Eric suck my tits like you did when you were younger baby mmmm this feels good. Jessica was rubbin his balls underwater. They finally got out of the pool and walked inside. Eric stuck his monster cock in his sisters pussy and started fucking her hard. She yelled OMGGGGG UGHHHH FUCK ME HARDER!! Marie (his mother) was fingering her pussy and she was also close to cumming. Eric pulled his dick out and walked over to his mom and shot his cum on her tits. He said mom spread your legs wide bitch I'm gonna fuck your tight cunt. He fucked her until he could fuck any longer.. He pulled out and his sister started to suck his cock as he shot his cum into her mouth... They all laid their tired and naked, Until their dad was standing in the doorway surprised... To be continued..