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Mom Needs It

By: someslacker



For a brief, insane moment I feared they could hear the pounding in my chest. I jerked my head back around the corner and leaned against the wall in the hallway, struggling to catch my breath, trying in vain to force my heartbeat to slow.

I only watched for a second or two. Or ten. But the image was seared into my brain. The sight of my son kneeling at the side of his bed, face buried between his girlfriend's legs. He was fully naked, his penis erect. Her head was thrown back, mouth agape.

And there I was, cloaked in the deep shadows outside his room, feeling a small spot of heat between my own legs.

I chastised myself, called myself a pervert, a dirty old woman. I am his mother, after all. I was invading his privacy. Worse yet, for a fleeting moment I wished that I was the one on that mattress.

My name is Rebecca, and I'm a nursing supervisor at a local hospital. I was working the four-to-midnight shift that Friday night, so my son Kyle certainly thought he'd have all evening with Allison. But the overnight supervisor wanted some extra hours, so I knocked off around nine.

I wasn't especially quiet entering the house, but neither of the teen lovers had heard me approach. Kyle had a pair of thighs squeezing his head, and Allie was probably too focused on her own pleasure. And approaching orgasm, if I wasn't mistaken.

I listened as her moans began to crescendo. The bed was squeaking slightly, and I pictured her thrusting her narrow hips against my son's face.

I told myself that I was trapped there outside Kyle's room. In truth, our modest house is built on a concrete slab, so I could have easily padded down the carpeted hallway without fear of a creaking floorboard. But I was rooted to that spot. And as the seconds ticked by, I found myself unable to resist taking another look. I told myself that I was aroused only by the sheer eroticism of the sight, not any incestuous yearnings. I slowly leaned back toward the door and turned to peak in with one eye.

Their smooth, flawless young bodies were bathed in the bluish glow of a nearly full moon. Across the room a computer monitor added more light to the sexy scene.

Kyle was holding Allie's slender thighs up and apart, and her ankles were high in the air. She now had her head down and eyes open, watching as my son feasted on her snatch. She was holding her own small tits and occasionally squeezing her nipples as she urged him on.

"That's it, baby... yes... you make me feel so good!" Allie's teeth were clenched and she was almost hissing at him. I expected the dirty words to starting flowing any second, but they never did.

"Kyle -- you're making me cum! Oh god! Oh god! Oh yes!"

At that point she began grunting in a rhythm that must have matched the ebb and flow of her orgasm. That continued for nearly a minute, and Kyle kept licking and sucking to prolong her climax. I felt oddly proud of my son for being able to please a woman so completely.

I had never watched another woman have an orgasm, so I was momentarily spellbound. It wasn't until Allie began to recover and start stroking Kyle's hair that I realized I had been rubbing my own pussy through my skirt. Struck by another pang of guilt, I pulled my hand away.

But I couldn't tear my eyes away as a smiling Kyle rose to his feet and bent down to kiss his girlfriend. Quick as a flash she reached over and grabbed a hand towel to wipe his glistening mouth and chin. Then she allowed him to kiss her on the lips but kept them tightly shut.

Strange, I thought. I always enjoyed tasting myself on a man during my post-orgasmic bliss. If it was me, I would have eagerly opened my mouth for him and sucked my cream from his talented tongue. Wait -- what was I thinking? This is my son!

Kyle stood up and gently pulled his girlfriend to a seated position on the bed. He was standing between her parted thighs, and his rigid cock stood proudly out.

It was the first time I'd seen him naked since I bathed him as a toddler. He wasn't bashful, so it was common for him to walk down the hallway in only a towel or work out in nothing but gym shorts.

But as he stood naked and aroused, I saw my 18-year-old as a man for the first time. He was tall and slender but muscled, a body built perfectly for the varsity basketball and swimming that he loved. His dark, short-cropped hair framed a handsome face and piercing green eyes.

Those eyes now gazed down upon Allison Gray, his girlfriend for the past six or seven months. She wasn't beautiful, but certainly pretty with a nice figure. She was tall, slender and athletic just like Kyle. They often jogged together, and she too was a competitive swimmer. Allie's skin was always bronzed, either from a tanning bed or many hours outdoors. She had small, pointy tits but was blessed with the longest legs I'd ever seen.

As Kyle stroked her cheek with the backs of his fingers, it was obvious to me what he wanted. He'd just brought her off with his mouth, and it was time for her to reciprocate. But Allie didn't act on the subtle cue, so Kyle began leading her left hand toward his cock and simply murmured, "Please."

The girl gave a small twisted smile as if to say, "If I must." A part of me was frustrated with her, and I began to think of her as a cold fish.

She dutifully leaned forward and planted a few kisses on the tip of his hard, twitching prick. A string of pre-cum followed her lips as she pulled away, and Allie wiped it away absentmindedly. Then she took the base of his shaft between her thumb and forefinger and began stroking it up and down. Every few seconds she would kiss or lick the swollen head, and occasionally take it into her mouth. But she never sucked more than an inch or so.

"Ah, yes... Allie... that's nice..." Kyle cooed. But surely he wanted more. Surely he'd love her to sink down on his cock and suck it properly.

Allie worked on my son's prick for several minutes before I could tell he was getting close to cumming. He stood motionless and patient, avoiding any temptation to buck his hips or pull her further down his shaft.

"Oh god... I'm gonna cum, Allie," my son quietly warned. She pulled her face away and grabbed the towel as she continued jerking his dick. She covered his manhood with terry cloth and squeezed it as Kyle groaned and clenched his ass cheeks with orgasmic release.

I couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for him. Sure, he was getting lucky with his pretty little girlfriend. But he looked almost pathetic standing there pumping his seed into a towel. He could have done that himself. And seeing Allie's practiced manner, I knew this must be their routine.

Losing my voyeuristic nerve, I retreated down the hallway to my own room and silently closed the door. I flopped on the bed and stared at the ceiling as a riot of thoughts and images filled my head. I slipped my hand beneath my skirt and panties and rubbed myself to orgasm. It was quick and intense but unfulfilling.

I was racked with guilt for lingering in my son's doorway and invading his most private moments. Why was I unable to walk away? Was it just a normal, natural desire to view something sexy? Or was it worse than that? Did I want to be in Allison's place, committing forbidden acts with my son?

I thought again about his strong, youthful body and his impressive cock. A clear image of it remained in my mind. It didn't appear to be one of those fat cunt-stretching shafts, but it was admirably long at seven inches or so. It also had that slight upward bend that stimulates your pussy's sensitive front wall. I admitted that it would feel amazing to have him on top of me, easing his full length into my neglected cunt.

That neglect, I decided, was the problem. I married young and divorced young, leaving myself a single mother at the age of 39. That also put me near the peak of my sexuality, which probably explained my frequent horny urges.

Holding down a demanding job and raising a son on my own, I seldom had time to date. I once had a hot little fling with a doctor, and we even fucked a few times on a hospital bed. But that was almost a decade ago when I was still dumb enough to risk my job for a quickie. For the past couple of years, a vibrator and shower head had provided my only sexual release.

I thought about Allison and how lucky she was. A young, nubile teenager blessed with a handsome boyfriend who was eager to please her. But she was surely wasting that opportunity every time she and Kyle were alone together. As I just witnessed, she seemed repulsed by the act of sucking cock. I doubted she had let my son fuck her either. He deserved better.

Was it possible I could give it to him?

I knew the very thought was so wrong, so dirty. But I loved my son more than anything in the world, and I wanted him to be happy and fully satisfied. Besides, I literally ached for a hard cock, and there was one in my own house that was shamefully underused. Perhaps I could be my son's personal sex teacher, molding him into the perfect lover for the young women who'd be lucky enough to have him.

Back and forth, back and forth, my mind swung like a pendulum between longings for forbidden fruit, and waves of consuming guilt. Finally I drifted off to a fitful sleep.

I awoke early the next morning, for a moment not sure whether the whole thing had been a dream. But I quickly realized I had slept in my clothes on top of the bed, and knew that my memories and incestuous thoughts were indeed real.

Then as I heard Kyle in the kitchen, it occurred to me that he must be a nervous young man. Whenever he and Allie emerged from his bedroom last night, they would have seen that I was already home. They would surely fear that I had seen or heard them in bed together. For some reason that thought amused me, and I was suddenly eager to get up and face my son.

I stripped out of my dirty clothes, pulled on my bathrobe and headed for the kitchen. Kyle was at the table, reading the Saturday morning sports section and downing a bowl of cold cereal and a mug of steaming coffee.

"Good morning early riser," I told him as I gave him a kiss on the top of the head. "What's on the agenda?"

"I'm off today, so Greg and I are playing Forest Lakes," he replied without looking up. "We tee off at 8:40."

"Sounds good, honey. Break 80 for me," I said with a smile as I poured a cup of brew and leaned against the sink. "Did you and Allison have a nice evening?"

He looked up and I caught the hesitation before he answered. "Yeah. We went to see the new 'Pirates' movie."

"I got home early last night," I replied, then just let the words hang in the air for a moment. "I didn't want to bother you guys, so I just went to bed."

"Yeah, mom... about that..."

"Don't worry about it, Kyle," I assured him. "You guys have been together for a long time now. I can't say I was shocked. No big deal."

He didn't look convinced, and seemed to be searching for the right thing to say. I didn't wait for him.

"Just try not to be so loud," I said with a smirk as I placed my coffee mug on the counter. Kyle's mouth was hanging open as I headed for the door. "I'll be in the shower. I have a few errands to run this morning, but I'll be home to make us both some lunch after your round."

"Uhh... thanks, mom."

My bedroom has a private half-bath, but the only shower is in a common bathroom down the hall. I was still smiling to myself as I stepped inside and closed the door. I slipped off the bathrobe and turned toward my reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the door.

Just shy of 40 years old, I was still proud of my face and figure. Out of habit, I tucked strands of my light-brown hair behind one ear. I have green eyes above a small, slightly upturned nose and full lips.

My slender neck leads down toward average-sized breasts. My bra size is 34B, but I wouldn't want much bigger boobs on my five-foot-two frame. I gave them a squeeze and turned to one side for a good look. I'm pleased that child bearing and breastfeeding didn't turn them into saggy mommy tits. They're still fighting gravity quite well, and stand out proudly on my chest. Most men love my nipples. They're a good quarter-inch long when erect, and very sensitive. Surrounding them are large, suckable, dark pink areolas.

I ran my hands down my tits and flat stomach, and was again thankful for the effects of frequent workouts. My hospital has a full health club, and employees get free memberships. I spend four to six hours a week there to keep my body looking young and sexy.

I wondered at that moment whether Kyle had ever noticed my body. I thought about that for a while, trying to remember whether I'd caught him stealing glances at me as I sunbathed or walked down the hallway in nothing but a towel.

Come to think of it, I was sure he had. But there was a big gap between a typical horny teenager having a passing thought about his mother's body, and wanting to take her to bed. Or was there? I'd heard that it was common for sons to lust after their mothers. I was the only female he saw every day, and sometimes I was a bit careless about keeping myself covered. Yes, I decided, there was a pretty good chance he'd fuck me if I gave him the chance.

I was startled back to reality by Kyle's voice just on the other side of the bathroom door.

"I'm heading out, mom. I'll call you when I'm on my way back."

"All right, honey, have a good time."

As I listened to Kyle leave, I decided this would be the day. I would certainly not force myself on my son, but I would give him the opportunity to act on any fantasy he might have.

As I showered, grabbed breakfast and began a series of short trips around town, I formulated a plan. By the time I got back home, that plan seemed bulletproof. The fantasizing made me exceedingly hot, but I resisted the urge to pull out my vibrator and bring myself off. I wanted all my horny urges to keep me from losing my nerve.

Kyle called about 12:30 but I let it go to the answering machine. I wanted him to think I had lost track of time and didn't expect his return. Leaving the shower curtain and bathroom door open, I quickly filled our tub with nearly scalding water, stripped naked and stepped in. Normally stretching out in a steaming hot bath was my favorite form of relaxation, but my nerves were tingling and my heart pounding with anticipation.

As soon as I heard Kyle's key in the front door, I turned on my MP3 player and put the buds in my ears. I turned the sound nearly all the way down and waited for his approach. As my son came down the hallway I started singing with the music so he would think he I was completely unaware of him.

A few seconds later I heard a soft intake of breath. Kyle had obviously seen me naked in the bathtub, my tits bobbing just below the surface of the water. But he hadn't spoken, cleared his throat or otherwise warned me of his presence. Perfect. He was going to watch.

I desperately wanted to sneak a peek at the door, but didn't want to risk scaring him off. The door was slightly behind me, so a peeping Kyle would think he was safe as long as he stood still.

After a few moments, I reached for my bottle of shower gel and squeezed a purple blob of it in my hand. I massaged my arms, neck and shoulders with the soapy gel.

Then I sat up straighter in the tub so my tits emerged from the hot water. The nipples hardened almost instantly, and I felt a mild jolt of electricity run from them down to my pussy. I worked the shower gel over my chest and slowly massaged my breasts with lathered hands.

I realized I was breathing rather heavily, and smiled at the effect that must have on my son. He was peeking in on his naked mother as she languished in the tub and pleasured herself. I wondered if he had an erection. Maybe he was stroking himself.

I rinsed off my hands and took the ear buds off so I could stand up. I thought I detected movement in the doorway, probably from Kyle easing back to avoid detection. I again squeezed some shower gel into my hand and began working into my skin. I started with my belly, then allowed my fingers to get closer and closer to the thin strip of hair that led to my pussy.

I almost felt guilty for teasing him so mercilessly. But I placed one foot on the edge of the tub and ran my hands up and down my leg, paying special attention to my soft, smooth thighs. God, it felt good. My cunt was on fire by now, and I couldn't help but brush it a few times with my soapy fingers.

When I was finished with both legs, I turned my back on the bathroom door where Kyle was presumably watching and perhaps stroking his meat. As I bent over slightly to pick up the bottle of shower gel, he should have had a clear, close view of my pussy lips framed by my round ass checks.

Suddenly I couldn't take it anymore.

"Kyle, honey, would you wash my back for me?"

I breathlessly waited for my words to sink in. Then I looked over my shoulder and a moment later, Kyle peeked sheepishly around the corner.

"It's okay, I knew you were there," I assured him. "Come on in."

With only a moment's hesitation, he shuffled around the door jamb and walked in. The poor kid's face was flushed with embarrassment, so he obviously didn't realize yet that he'd been set up. Kyle kept his eyes locked on mine, as if forcing himself to ignore my dripping, soapy body.

I let him see me look down. His hands were in his pockets, but his cock was clearly straining at his shorts. He shifted slightly as if he could feel my eyes on his crotch.

"Give it up, Kyle, there's no hiding that erection." I spoke in a motherly tone, and he apparently misunderstood.

"Mom... I... I'm..." he stammered. His eyes were pleading with me, and he clearly thought he would be punished for his voyeuristic behavior.

"Honey, I'm not mad," I said, giving him a broad smile. I quickly reached for him and pulled him close. Looking him straight in the eye, I added, "I'm just flattered that you obviously find me attractive."

"Oh mom... I... I think you're beautiful."

It was my turn to blush now, but I had to know for sure.

"That's sweet, Kyle. I guess all boys think their moms are pretty."

"Yeah, but... it's more than that," he said, holding my gaze. "You are sexy, too. You're one of the hottest women I know. I've wanted to..."

He lost his nerve at the sight of my raised eyebrows, but I wanted to hear him finish. "You've wanted what, honey?"

"I've wanted to see you like this... naked, I mean... for a long time."

"And now that you have, what do you think?"

"Mom, you look... amazing. I can't believe --"

My sweet, sexy, horny son couldn't finish the sentence. I pulled his lips to mine and kissed him. Almost immediately our mouths open, our tongues began to explore each other. For years we were unaware of the fire and lust that had been building between us, and it all had led to this moment.

We kissed for several minutes as our hands began to roam across our bodies, then I pulled away and gave him a twisted smile.

"No fair," I said simply, and pulled the polo shirt over his muscular chest and arms. He tossed it aside, and stood completely still as I unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts. I fumbled a bit as my hands were shaking with nerves and delicious anticipation.


I pushed his shorts to the floor and looked down to see his magnificent cock stretching the fabric of his boxer-briefs. There was a wide wet spot near the top where pre-cum had oozed from his swollen head. Then slowly, teasingly, I pulled the band of his underwear out and slipped it down over the length of his cock, revealing his rigid shaft inch by inch.

Close up and in bright light, it was even more a thing of beauty. My son's cock was a good seven inches long, with a large purple head and fat, heavy balls. The shaft was twitching and throbbing with excitement, and it was all because of me. My head was spinning with the thought that this handsome young man was achingly hard at the sight of his naked mother. And the desire to fuck her.


Mom Needs It In Her Ass



"God damn it Harold you are absolutely useless! You just stick it in and you're done. Don't you think I have needs too?" I heard my mother yelling at my step-father. He was letting her down again and this time she was really letting him have it. I wanted to yell at him too. Here I was spying, cock all hard in my hand ready for a good stoke while listening to my parents having sex and once again Dad was nothing but two pumps and a squirt. No wonder my mom was such a bitch lately.

My mom's name was Shannon and she was a beautiful buxom lady, all tits and ass. Her bra size was 38dd; I knew this because on many occasions previously I had grabbed one of her silky bras and used it as a deposit cup while I jerked off thinking about shoving my cock in her big juicy ass. She was a tall lady 5'9 with long red hair. What they say about redheads is true too, they are fiery! My mom was full of spunk and liked to flaunt her sexuality. Her small outfits didn't do much to help my raging hormones; I was always walking around in perpetual erection.

I got up and my morning wood started to throb when I walked into the kitchen and saw my mom bent over looking for the frying pan. She only had on her night shirt but it had ridden up above her hips and put her pink satin panties on display for my hungry eyes. She was shifting her weight back and forth between her feet causing her hips to move in a nice little dance. I could just make out her beautiful slit as it moved side to side. My nuts were aching so bad I was surprised I didn't cum right then and there!

She turned around and looked me over. When her eyes stopped at my obvious bulge she lingered for a second then asked me if I would like breakfast. I told her I would love some and sat at the table. I continued to watch her as she cooked. I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra and when she turned around again to get the eggs out of the fridge her nipples were poking out. Then I got a great treat, as she bent over to grab the egg carton the top of her shirt hung open offering me a view of her magnificent breasts. 

My step-dad came down to the kitchen and the air was heavy with tension, so much so you could cut it with a knife. He looked at her and then got angry at her for her state of dress.

"Jesus Shannon put some fucking clothes on when the kid is home!" He said.

"Why? Maybe he might appreciate a fine ass like this! You certainly haven't been." She said hitting below his belt.

Harold was so upset he pushed out of his chair sending it crashing on the floor. "You want to fuck your own kid you sick bitch go ahead! I am out of here!" With that my step-father stormed out of the house. I was just stunned at their words and when my mom got her last shot in I almost fainted.

"Well he has a bigger cock than you and he could probably fuck my ass better than you any day!" She said her anger was so intense she was almost in tears. I heard Harold's Volvo start up and the tires screech as he pulled out of the driveway.

My mom was so upset she was shaking. Me on the other hand, I wasn't upset at all. In a matter of fact I was quite aroused by my mother's words. I went over to her and put my arms around her and consoled her.

"He's an ass Mom don't worry about it!" I said to her. Cradling her in my arms I could feel her heavy breasts on my chest, rising and falling with every breath she took.

"Well at least I have my baby boy! You always treat me right even when I am being a bitch." She said.

I giggled and said, "You have been a bit of a bitch lately mom."

"That is because I haven't been fucked properly since your father died six years ago. Oh shit I can't believe I said that." She said.

"I already know mom, the walls are pretty thin in this house." I just basically told my mother I listened to her having sex. Opps! That is when my mom changed our relationship forever.

"Oh my baby boy has been naughty listening to his mom having sex. I bet you stroke that big huge cock your packing when you are listening don't ya!" Her words were more like moans then words and the effect they were having on me was apparent.

"UHhmmm..." Was all I could manage.

Then my mother reached down into my shorts and grabbed my cock. "Look my boy is all hard thinking about it right now! I bet he wants to put this monster in all my holes too! Well tell me do you want to take this big cock and fuck mommy?"

"Oh god yes mom, if you knew how long I have thought about it!" I told her. She the lifted her night shirt over her head and pulled her panties down. Her shaven pussy with the little red tuft of hair just above her slit was glistening in juice. She bent over the kitchen table and stuck her plump ass out.

"Baby we will get to playing later. Right now I just need to get fucked so badly! Come and shove that hard cock in your mom's wet pussy!" She ordered me.

I took my cock and placed it at her wet folds guiding it in. It felt wonderful as her heat swallowed up my shaft. I thrust into her hard and fast and she drove back her hips to match me.

"Ohhhhhhh Yesssss baby fuck your mommy. Yessss your cock is so big! Your mommy loves your cock. Fuck me ... Fuck me ... FFFUUUUUCCCCCKKK MMMEEE!!!" She cried as she came all over my rod. "Oh shit that was great baby. How about you take that thick piece of meat and shove it up mommy's ass!"

I'd thought I died and gone to heaven when she asked me that. I took my cock all slick with her juices and placed it at her tight asshole; her begging just urged me on.

"OOHHH GGOODD MMMYYY SSSOOONN IIISSS FFFUUUCCKKKIINNGG MMMYY TTTIIGGGHHTT AAAASSSSS!!! YESS FUCKK YYYOUUURR MMMOOMMYYY"SS ASSS HHHARRRDDD! I WANT TO FEEL YOU SHOOT YOUR HOT CUM DEEP IN MY SHITHOLE!"

I was thrusting as hard as I could at that point and my balls started boiling, I knew I wasn't going to last much longer and I let my mom know. "FFFUUCCKKK MMMOOOMMM IIII AMMMM CUMMMMINNNG RRRIGGHTT UUUPPP YYYOOUURRR AAASSSS!" Then I exploded deep in her bowels, the orgasm was so intense I shook violently. I could feel it all the way to my toes.

"OHHH YYESSS MY BEAUTIFUL SON IS CUMMING UP HIS MOMMY"S ASS. OOOHH GGOODDD I AM CUMMMING AGGGAAIN!" She yelled.

Since that day in the kitchen we have never looked back. I fuck her sweet ass at least once a day. I have even been lucky enough to find a girlfriend who is into me and my mother fucking but that is a different story!



Mom Needs It



Kyle literally gasped as I dropped to my knees in the tub and slid his underwear down to his knees. He stepped out of them and slipped off his socks as well. He stared down into my eyes but looked a little awkward and embarrassed, as if unsure what to do next.

"Relax, baby," I told him in a soothing voice. "I just want to taste your sweet cock."

He literally gasped at my words and I looked down to see a fresh bead of pre-cum emerge from his prick. I took the base of it in my hand and licked the salty sperm away. I loved the taste of sperm, and it had been far too long since I'd been able to enjoy it. But I also know that I'd get a mouthful very soon.

Kyle and I locked eyes as I began running my tongue up and down the length of his shaft. He sighed and groaned at the sensation, and kept shaking his head slowly in disbelief. I swirled my tongue over the swollen head before dropping my head slightly so it slid between my lips of couple of times.

"Bet you never thought you'd see this," I told him with a dirty smile. "Your own mother sucking your cock."

"Oh my god, mom. It feels so fu--" he paused, still hesitant to cuss in front of his mom.

I laughed as I told him, "It's okay, you can tell me it feels fucking good. Say whatever comes to mind, I like dirty talk."

Not giving him a chance to answer, I returned my attention to his beautiful cock, this time sliding a good two or three inches into my mouth. I licked the sensitive underside of his prick head as I sucked. I reached for his balls and began stroking and fondling them as I bobbed up and down. Kyle ran his hands through my hair, pulling some of it aside so he could watch his first incestuous blowjob.

I gradually sucked more and more of his shaft until I could feel the tip nudging the back of my throat. I loved the sensation of him completely filling my mouth, stretching my lips, sliding across my tongue.

I knew my 18-year-old son couldn't last long, so I wasn't surprised to feel his cock swell larger in my mouth.

"Mom! Oh god! Mom -- I'm gonna cum!" He actually started to pull away slightly, obviously unsure what to do with his load. The boy was in for a treat.

I couldn't bear to take my mouth off his cock, so I answered him by wrapping my hands tightly around his tight ass.

"Shit... you're gonna swallow me! Fuck! Oh, mom... uhhhh!" He began grunting and groaning as he began to ejaculate. The first spurt was thin but powerful, splashing against the back of my throat. Then a series of fat loads coated my tongue and filled my mouth, and I began swallowing his cream as fast as I could.

I look up to see my son staring at me with eyes wide, blazing with lust. I decided to give him a little show, so I slid his cock nearly out of my mouth so the tip of it sat on my tongue. I pumped his shaft with my hand and felt the last few cumshots fire into my mouth. I swallowed eagerly and gave him a final slutty grin before I stood up.

"So I bet you'll never look at your mother quite the same way," I told him, pulling him into the tub with me. He staggered a bit, weak in the knees from the intensity of the last 20 minutes. I sat down in the still-hot bath, leading him to sit down across from me.

"I don't know what to say... what to think," he finally answered. "What got into you, mom?"

I confessed that I had watched him with Allison the night before, and that it ignited a powerful lust that I must have long suppressed. I told him I was impressed at his cunnilingus skill, but disappointed that he didn't get a proper blowjob in return.

"So did I do okay?" I asked him.

"Oh my god, mom, I've never felt anything like that before. No girl has ever... done it like that. That was fucking awesome."

"Somebody needs to teach that girl how to suck cock," I teased. "But somehow I doubt she'd like to get pointers from your mother. I'm curious, though -- have you guys gone all the way?"

"Actually, I haven't gone all the way with anyone," he admitted. But as if to assert his manhood, he added, "I've been with other girls, but haven't been any further than I got with Allie. Honestly, with us going to different colleges this fall, I don't think it's going to happen at all."

I took his hands in mine and looked him straight in the eye.

"Kyle, you'll have your choice of lots of girls," I told him earnestly. "It will happen, trust me. But in the meantime, I hope you'll consider being with me. As a matter of fact, I could teach you some things, mold you into a fantastic lover."

"You mean it mom?" he blurted out with a second thought. "I'd love to be with you. Just being here -- I still can't believe it -- is like a dream."

He quickly slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me toward him. The soapy water allowed me to easily slide forward onto his lap and I draped my arms over his broad shoulders as we began to kiss.

More confident and assured this time, his tongue explored my mouth as his strong fingers explored my naked body. He stroked my back and sides before slipping his hands under my arms and around to my chest. I felt his cock pressing against my pubic bone and realized that had never gone fully soft. I leaned back, placing my hands on the sides of the tub to offer him my breasts.

"So soft... mom, your tits are so soft and beautiful," he murmured. I blushed at the compliment as my son bent forward and eagerly began sucking and licking my nipples and stroking my soft flesh. Several times he flicked his tongue over my long hard nipples and marveled at their size.

"That's it, baby, suck mommy's titties," I urged. "You make me feel so good... oh yesssss."

He loved on my breasts for perhaps ten or fifteen minutes, seemingly unable to get enough of them. But I was getting hotter and hotter, and gradually found myself rubbing my clit against the base of his cock. I just had to cum.

Without warning I stood up in the tub above Kyle, who looked surprised until he realized that my pussy was now at his eye level. I leaned against the side wall and placed one foot on the edge of the tub so he had a clear view of my swollen pink snatch.

"Suck me, Kyle," I pleaded. "Eat momma's pussy. Make me cum!"

He needed to lean forward only a few inches before I saw and felt his nose and lips brush against my crotch. He planted kisses on my neatly trimmed pubic hair and outer cunt lips, then looked up to see me watching intently.

"You have a beautiful pussy, mom," he told me. Then he dipped a tongue inside me, making me shiver with the delight of first contact. "You taste so sweet."

With that, he dove into my snatch, rubbing his nose against my clit as he licked and tongue-fucked my dripping hole. I pushed my hips forward to give him better access -- and myself a better view of the forbidden act. Every lick, every suck sent waves of pleasure though my petite body, and I knew I'd cum even quicker than he had.

"That's it, son, eat my pussy. Fuck! That feels so good! Suck your mommy's cunt, suck my juices!"

Kyle attacked my pussy greedily, and I could see him swallowing my sweet cream. He had been stroking and squeezing my ass cheeks, but now move his hands between my thighs and used his thumbs to pry open my lips wide. He fluttered his tongue over my clit, and I began to go over the edge.

"Oh god, oh fuck... yes! You're gonna make me come, Kyle! Don't stop, baby!"

He latched onto my clit and began sucking it hard, and jolts of pleasure overtook me. I lost control of myself and began humping his face as I came.

"I'm cumming! Yessss!"

I squealed with delight as my entire body shuddered with waves of orgasm. My pussy-hungry son licked and sucked me all the way through it, drinking my juices as I came.

Finally after what seemed like several minutes, I returned to earth and collapsed down in to the tub in Kyle's arms. I was panting and gasping with the release of intense, pent-up incestuous passion.

"Are you okay, mom?" he asked. "Are you going to pass out?"

"No baby, I'm fine. I've never felt better, actually." I waited to catch my breath again. "I don't remember the last time I came so hard."

Kyle smiled broadly, obviously proud that he'd been able to please me so completely. I was overwhelmed with love -- and lust -- for him.

"It's time to reward you for that fine bit of pussy-licking," I said. "Would you like to fuck your mom now?"

"Oh, god," he said with a groan. "I want to fuck you so bad."

I didn't want to get out of the hot bath, but the depth of the water limited our options. So I got up on my knees, turned my back on my son, and bent over onto all fours.

"How's this?" I asked, looking over my shoulder at him and shaking my ass in his face.

"Oh my god, this is like a fucking dream," he groaned, and rose to his knees and positioned himself between my legs.

His steely cock was just above my ass, again throbbing with excitement. I reached back and grasped the hard shaft and rubbed the head against my wet pussy. I eased my body back and forth, dragging my juicy labia across the top of his cock. On the final stroke, I changed my angle a bit, allowing the first inch of his prick to enter my steamy tunnel.

We both gasped at the intensity of the moment. Kyle was entering a woman's pussy for the first time, a pussy that happened to belong to his slutty mother. I was having my first sex in two years, and taking my son's virginity in the process.

I looked back again at Kyle. His mouth and eyes were open wide as he gazed on the sight of his cock disappearing into my cunt.

"Keep watching as I fuck you," I told him. He steadied himself on the sides of the tub as I rocked forward and back, slowly taking more and more of his dick inside me. The feeling was absolutely delicious.

"Oh god, mom, you are so fucking hot! I can't believe you're fucking me. I want to do this every day!"

"Me too, baby, but just wait. It gets better," I answered. I was glad to have sucked his cock first, knowing it would give his teenaged cock a little stamina. "Now it's your turn. Fuck me. Make mommy scream."

My dirty words shook him from his waking dream, and he moved his hands to my slender hips. Up to this point, I hadn't taken quite all of him inside me. But with his first thrust, my son buried his cock to the hilt.

I cried out with pleasure and pushed back at him to let him know that he wasn't hurting me. Kyle responded by transforming into a human piston, slamming his prick into me again and again. His youthful lust and energy took over, and he fucked me like I'd be his last.

My tits were swinging and splashing against the surface of the water with the rhythm of our incestuous fucking. I could hear the squishing of cock into pussy, my son's heavy breathing as he rammed me over and over. His heavy balls swung with each stroke, often bumping my excited clit and pushing me ever closer to climax.

"That's it, honey, fuck me... fuck me... make mommy cum!" Sure enough, my second orgasm approached like thunder and lightning, intensely powerful and white hot. "Keep fucking me... yes! I'm cumming!"

I actually screamed as the waves of orgasm crashed down on me. It was as if my pussy took over my entire body, and Kyle was fucking every inch of me. It was like nothing I'd experienced, and I knew I would fuck my son every chance I could get.

Somewhere in the midst of my climax, I realized that Kyle was warning me that he was about to come too.

"Keep fucking me, baby," I urged. 'Cum inside me. Fill mommy with your cum!" I had had my tubes tied ages ago, so I was free to feel him spurt inside my pussy.

I looked over my shoulder to watch him fuck me and lose himself in lust. Kyle's strokes became a bit slower but more powerful as he reached his orgasm.

"Oh god... fuck! I'm cumming mom! I'm cumming inside you! Yes!" He groaned, grunted and cursed as I felt his sperm empty into my cunt. Hot and thick, I loved the feeling of it filling my steamy tunnel and leaking out down my thighs.

Finally Kyle's strokes began to slow as he reached the end of his climax. His body shuddered and twitched as his cock spurted the last couple of loads inside me. He and I were finally spent, finally satisfied.

Kyle slumped behind me and his prick slipped out of my pussy with a soft pop. We both sat in the tub for a moment, but realized the bath was now just lukewarm.

I fired up the hot water and we enjoyed our first shower together. Kyle and I gently, lovingly washed each other, as we talked about what had just happened and what the future held.

"I love you," we both said over and over. We were still mother and son, alone together as we had been for nearly 15 years.

Most of the summer lay before us before Kyle heads off to college. By the time he finds the woman he'll marry, he'll be an experienced, giving lover.

Until then, he's all mine.



Mom Needs Me



I was trying my best to watch the biggest football game of the year, but my bitchy wife, Carrie, could not shut her mouth and leave me the fuck alone. 

Her mouth kept going on and on. "Oh God, when is this shit going to be over? Oh God, I'm so bored. How can you watch this stupid shit?" 

I finally just blew up. I turned off the TV and threw the remote across the room. "Are you fucking happy now?" I growled at her and I truly wished that I had never met her, let alone married her. 

"You don't have to act like that. I'm bored is all. Why don't we go out dancing or something?" she said with a smile, but I wasn't going for it. Carrie had a habit of sucking my cock, to get her way, but not tonight. She pissed me off, big time. 

"I wanted to watch the fucking game!"

"Come on, I'll let you fuck my mouth and you can even cum in it, if you...want," she purred reaching to unzip my jeans and Carrie eased out my long, nine-inches of cock. 

"Do you want to fuck my mouth?" she whispered with a seductive voice, knowing that I could never turn down her wonderful mouth and I watched her quickly putting her hair into some pigtails. 

I knew she meant business and I loved when she put her hair up for me. I'd grab the pigtails and I always gave it to her hard and fast. "You're nothing but a whore" I moaned as I held Carrie's hair and she took all of me into her mouth and down her throat. She could have been a whore and made a ton of money, just by sucking men off. 

I moved back and forth, holding her hair and fucking her warm, silky mouth. "You tramp, you fucking whore!" I moaned as my pace quickened and she sucked me hard and as deep as she fucking could. "You rotten whore! You no good whore!" I moaned louder as I rammed my stiff cock down her throat as deep as I could. It was the only time, other than sleeping, the bitch ever shut up. 

I moved faster, feeling I was getting close, when the damn phone started ringing. I didn't stop. I wasn't a fool, like you see in movies or on TV. This bitch was getting a hot load in her mouth and I wasn't stopping for anything. Well, that's what I thought. 

The answering machine picked up and I could not believe what I heard. 

'Hi, I'm Kim Jones, a nurse at Valley View Hospital. I'm looking for Jack Roberts. Your mother, Nora, has been in a pretty bad car accident and we need you to come to pick her up. Please call back or come to the hospital as soon as you can. Thank you.'

My cock popped out of Carrie's mouth, I pushed her away and I was dressed in a spilt second. "What are you doing?" she asked with shock. 

"My Mom needs me! I'm going to her." I said as I grabbed my wallet, keys and I was headed for the door. 

"Jack, I need you to be with me!" she whined like a baby and I knew that as soon as I drove away, she'd be headed to her weird, friends' house. 

"Yeah right, as soon as I'm gone, your ass will head straight to the lezbo and you fuckin' know it." 

"Fuck you, Jack! Go run to Mommy, like a good, little boy!" Carrie laughed and for the first time in my life, I hit a girl. I slapped her so fucking hard; she bounced off of the living room wall. 

"No, fuck you, bitch! Go run and tell the pussy licker that I hit you. Maybe that cunt can make you happy and know I can't!"

"Maybe I will! She's wanted to fuck me for a long, long time!" Carrie screamed at me as she rubbed her face.

"Good, go fuckin' do it, but I won't be here when you come back!"

"I know, you'll be with your Mommy!" Carrie laughed more and much louder and I wanted to kill her. 

"Go find your dike girlfriend and lick some pussy! Oh, I want you and your shit out of my house, before I get back and if anything of mine is missing...I will hunt you down!" I growled and walked out of the house. 

*. 

I made the long and boring, two hour drive to Mom's town in record time and I practically ran into the hospital to find her. 

I walked up to the desk, seeing two fat, black nurses sitting there talking and I waited for one of them to ask what I needed, but nothing. "Excuse me, I'm looking for Nora Roberts." I said and like before, I waited and I got no reply. 

"Hello! Can I please get some help?" I said in a firm voice and finally, one of them turned to give me a dirty look.

"You don't have to be so rude, sir." She replied with a hateful tone and gave me another dirty look. 

"Well, if you'd answered me the first time...I wouldn't! Now, where is Nora Roberts?"

She sucked in a breath of air, gave me a look that I guess was supposed to scare me and she said. "Room 337, sir!" 

"Thank you, bitch!" I said, returning her look and I walked away. "Fuckin' bitch!" I growled under my breath and I went to find my Mom. 

I practically ran down the hall, looking at the room numbers as I ran. I didn't give a flying fuck if anyone called me a Mommy's boy or not. She wasn't you typical Mom. She was five-foot nine-inches tall, with long, wavy black to the middle of her back. Her face always had a smile and it was a real smile, not that fake shit you see a woman do these days. 

She had piercing blue eyes that could melt ice or give a guy an instant hard-on. Her lips were full and so sexy and she looked as if she could suck a guy to death with them. 

Her breasts, wow is all I can say. They were some nice puppies that filled a C cup bra, with no effort at all. Her nipples and areolas were massively big and they filled many of my childhood fantasies as I grew up. Her nipples were long, very dark and thick. They would get hard in a moments notice and much to my dismay; they would stay hard all day or all night. Her areolas were also very, very dark and like her nipples, I dreamt of sucking them many, many times.

The rest of her was also very hot. She had a little tummy problem, but hell, she was going on forty-five. When I said tummy problem, I did not mean she had a beer-belly or anything nasty. Her tummy was a little loose, but she was working on it. 

Now let's talk hips, legs and some juicy fucking ass, shall we. Being so tall, Mom had a set of legs that went all the way up to her fucking shoulders! That's just an expression, so calm down. It means that her legs were long and I mean long. They were also nice and toned. Mom was the manager of one of the biggest department stores on the west coast and everyday, she wore nothing but high heels. Even on the weekends, Mom would get up wearing a small tee-shirt, panties and her heels. Some people would have thought that was odd, but I never said a word, I fucking loved seeing her like that. 

Now for some nice hips, Mom had sexy hips were kinda wide, but not overly wide or anything gross. They were thirty-six inches or so and every chance I had, I was checking them out. I loved to dream of being on them and humping her like a mad man. I know, she was my Mom and I shouldn't dream of such things, but she was a freaking babe, so fucking can it!

I saved the best for last, Mom's beautiful ass. Like I said above, she had a thirty-six-inch set of hips, so her ass was nice and very meaty, but not a chunk of blubber. Like her legs, it was toned from all of the walking she did and it was also in many of my perverted dreams of her. She loved to show in off to me by wearing her bikini bottom around the house or if she was in a really good mood, she'd find a half shirt and just wear it with her panties. And as you can imagine, I had a hard cock when she was home.

I found her room and I ran in. She was laying on the bed with one of those neck support things, her right arm was in a cast and she had this big, fucking boot looking thing on her right leg too. As you can imagine, she was a fucking mess. 

I walked up to the bed, took her left hand in mine and I said with a smile. "Hey sexy, how's my girl doing?" I asked as her pretty eyes opened and she started balling like a baby. 

"My car is...is...dead!" she cried and it killed me to see her sad or anything and let me tell you, I fought the urge to cry with her.

"It's ok; we'll get you a new car. Please don't cry." I said with a calming voice as I leaned up to kiss the side of her bruised face. 

"What happened baby?" I asked her and yes, I said baby to her. I always called her sexy names and she fucking loved it as much as I did. 

She wiped her eyes and told me that she was on her way home, when one of those green trash trucks, that claim to recycle so much trash, but they don't, ran a red light and broadsided her brand new Jaguar. 

"Wow, it looks like my sexy lady will have more money coming to her!" I laughed and I wanted to pull her up into my arms and hug her, but she looked like she was in some serious pain. 

She smiled back and I knew that I was never going back to Carrie. This beautiful lady that was lying in the bed was my only, true love, even if she was my Mom. "You mean 'we' will be getting some money," she said as she looked deep into my eyes. 

"My sweet and sexy girl, always spoiling me." I leaned up to kiss her again, but she turned and before I knew what was going on, I kissed her dead on the lips. "I liked that!" I said with a wink and I couldn't wait to tell her that I was leaving Carrie and if it was ok with Mom, I wanted to move back home. 

I knew that she wouldn't mind, because when I left, it broke her heart. She told me many times that she was so lonely and that she hated being the only person in her massive home. 

"You know that I'd give you or do 'anything' you asked of me and I do mean...anything," she purred with the sexiest fucking voice that I had ever heard in my life and I felt my cock starting to wake up. 

"I love you, sexy." I whispered to her and I needed to kiss her again. As I leaned up, Mom tilted her head again and I figured, fuck it and I kissed her sexy lips just like before. 

She smiled and I could see that she was drugged up, but she had a twinkle in her eyes that I had never seen, until now. "Do you love me enough to come home for a week, maybe two?" Mom asked as she continued to give me a sexy look.

"Yes, be glad you're hurt or I'd bend you over and slap that sweet ass of yours for asking something like that."

"Mmmm, can I get a rain-check for that, until I'm better?" she asked with pure lust on her face and in those eyes that drove me crazy. 

"The doctor said that I need lots of rest and from the way I feel, I'm gunna need lots and lots of help." Mom said and I could see that this was going to kill her. 

I started laughing at her and I knew Mom was as high as a kite, but we did a lot of flirting and stuff when I was grown up, so that wasn't that odd of a thing to say. "Behave yourself, you're hurt and look pretty fucked up, but yes you can, sweet stuff!" I said with a wink and I reached to hold her hand. 

"My handsome son taking care of me, I couldn't be any happier." Mom said with a little hint of lust in her soft voice, as we looked into each others' eyes and I wondered how many drugs she was on. 

"Me too, babe, you took care of me and now it's my turn to return the favor."

"I hope you feel that way in a day or two. I'm going to be lucky if I'm able to wipe my fat ass!"

"Mom, your ass isn't fat, in fact...I love looking at it!"

"You bad, bad boy, looking at your Mothers' ass!"

"Yeah, why do you think I had so many friends when I was in school?" I asked and before Mom could answer, some dick-headed doctor walked into the room.

"Hello, I'm Doctor Keller. I took care of you when you first got here. How are you feeling now?"

"Well, if you must know...I feel like shit and I'm sick and tired of all the rude nurses you have here!" Mom popped off without even thinking and it was her normal way to express things. She did not take any shit from anyone at all. 

"I'm sorry you feel that way, but I must disagree with you. I think that we have a wonderful staff." Doctor Keller replied and I could quickly see that Mom had pissed him off. 

"Oh boy, my mistake then, but...why have I been calling for help to go pee for the last hour and not one of those fat ass bitches will come and help me?" Mom all but yelled at him and I was now pissed myself. 

"What?" I stood up and my blood was boiling. 

"They keep saying that I was released and it wasn't their job to help me."

I reached up to grab the page button and gave it to Mom. "Try it again and let's see what happens. You listening Doctor?" I said giving him a cold, hard stare. Anyone that questioned my Mom pissed me off and this fucker looked like a total asshole to begin with. 

She pushed the button and we waited. "Ms. Roberts, haven't I told you to stop paging, because we are not helping you and besides that, we are watching TV. So shut up and leave us alone!"

I watched the doctor standing there and it looked like he had just been caught with his dick up a cat's ass. "So doctor, why won't your wonderful staff help a woman go take a piss?"

His ugly face turned as red as a tomato and it was one of the funniest things, that I had ever seen in my life. "Um...Um...I'll go look into right now. Here are all of your prescriptions. Be very sure to read the labels very carefully." The little fucker said and he just about ran from the fucking room. 

"What a little bitch! To bad that I gave up kicking the shit out of people like him or that little fucker would need a doctor of his own!" I laughed as Mom reached over to slap my arm. 

"Jack, behave or I might spank you or are you into that kinda thing?" Mom asked with a wink and I hoped that she knew better than that. 

"Yuck, I do the ass smacking, I thank you!" 

"I'm glad; I hated to think I raised a sissy ass or worse!"

"I love tits, ass from a pretty woman and some nice, wet pussy!"

"Ahhh, you dirty talker, getting your Mom all excited, in my condition!" Mom laughed and I saw a little hint of sadness on her pretty face and I figured that she still had not found her a man.

"You love it and you know it! We need to get you on the pot and then get out of this place, before all of the drug stores close." I said as I pulled back the sheet that was covering Mom and boy, did I get a wonderful surprise. 

"Damn Mom, give me a heads up next time!" I said with shock, seeing her laying there in just a small pair of yellow panties.

She just laughed, but I quickly stopped and I saw that she was in horrible pain. "Easy babe, don't hurt yourself and take it easy and I'll try to hold back on the jokes." I said and felt like a fool.

"It's not your fault sweet-heart, they said that I cracked a few ribs too and it would hurt if I laughed or coughed a lot." Mom said with a hint of pain still running through her body. 

"Well, we'll get you some good drugs and when we get back to the house," I paused to caress the side of her face. "I'll roll up a big, fat joint and you can smoke it." I smiled and hoped that we made it through this ok. 

I loved her more than anyone or anything in the entire world and was more than willing to do anything for her too. She raised me by herself, worked a fulltime job and still found the time to send herself through college. I owed everything I was, to her. 

"I haven't smoked since that last time you talked me into it and yes, it helped me," she smiled and I could see that she was remembering that night long ago. 

She was trying to move her bedroom dresser, strained her back and I talked her into smoking some pot with me and there was one other time, but you'll have to wait until later in the story to hear about that. "Come on, let's get you up and to the bathroom." I smiled reaching under her legs, gently around her back and lifted her up with ease. 

"You just try to relax and if I hurt you...you best say something." I said with a manly voice, but then I leaned and gave her a soft kiss on the side of her mouth. 

"Ok baby, I'm all yours then," she replied as she wrapped her good arm around my neck and gently hugged me. 

"Be careful saying that, Carrie hasn't been much of a wife these days. The only time I get any, is when the bitch wants something from me."

"I never liked her anyhow and I can't believe that she isn't jumping you twenty-four hours a day. If you were my guy...your ass would 'never' get away from me or...out of bed." Mom said as she looked into my eyes with so much lust, she made my damn cock jump. 

"Easy pretty lady, I told you that I haven't had any in a long, long time and that kinda talk, isn't helping me any." I laughed and wondered why in the hell, my own Mom could make me hard. 

"I'm sorry, I'll try to take it easier on my baby boy," she said with one of those voices that women use when they talk to a baby and that also made my cock jump. I knew that I was doomed to jerking off, until she was better and I could get back home and find some hot babe to jump. 

"It's fine Mom, it just sucks being married and never getting laid." I said as I carefully walked into the bathroom and gently, sat her on the pot. "So...um what do ya need me to do for you?" 

"My panties, I don't think I can get them down by myself, sweet-heart," she said looking down to the floor and I could see that being so damn helpless, was really going to bother her. 

I got down on my knees in front of her, lifted her chin and I said. "Hey, I'm here for you and don't hesitate to ask me to get or do anything for you. You've done so many things for me, so now it's my turn to help you." I whispered to her and I kissed her again. 

"Thank you, sweet-heart. I just need you to pull down my undies and I'll try to wipe myself, if I can," she replied and I could see that she was trying to hold back some tears. Mom knew that it killed me to see her crying or hurting in any way. 

"Let's get this pretty ass of yours naked then!" I said with a wink and slowly pulled her amazing feeling panties down her hips. I tried to look away, but being as close as we were, it was hard and her sexy hips filled my eyes.

I turned away and quickly heard a little stream of water going into the pot. "Oh thank you, God!" Mom giggled with a sigh of relief. "Oh and thank you, my handsome son," she added with a weak smile as the stream of water, came to an end.

"You're very welcome." I replied, turning not to look at Mom's nice fucking hips, but it was a damn hard thing 'not' to do. "Are you finished?" I asked as I reached for the toilet paper and I handed it to her. She gently unrolled some, folded it and when she leaned down to wipe the place I came from; I heard a low and painful moan.

"Ohhh, shit, it hurts to lean!" Mom moaned with pain and I could not believe what I was about to do for her, but I remembered all of the things that she did for me. It wasn't that I didn't want to help, it was the fact that, I was about to wipe Mom's pu...her place and it was kinda weird. I always had the hots for her, but I was going to wipe her. 

"Let me do it for you, babe." I said with a smile as I took the folded paper from her shaking hand. "What do I do? I've never done this before." I asked looking up into her pretty eyes and I could see that they were starting to well up with tears. "Don't you dare cry, try to hold out until I get you home. You know how I am about that." I said and I watched a very loving smile fill her face. 

"I'm trying not to, but its killing me that you have to help me like this, sweet-heart. It's my job to help you." Mom said as two tears rolled down her face and she lost it. She started crying hard, her entire body shook and she grabbed me with her good arm and hugged. 

I returned Mom's hug and gently caressed her back, feeling that her cheep, hospital gown had came untied. "Its fine I told you and besides that...I'm leaving Carrie. All she wants to do is, hang out with that freaky girl that wants to be a man." I said, hoping that Mom wouldn't say 'I told you so'. 

"The last time I had lunch with her, that's all she talked about." Mom replied as she wiped her face and looked at me with a big smile. "Good for you, now just tell me that you want to come back home and you'll make my day!" she added with a hopeful look on her pretty, but tired face. 




Mom Needs Me



"I was going to wait to tell you about leaving Carrie and I ask if you'd mind a man back in the house or not, but I figured you could use some cheering up."

Mom just smiled as she leaned to kiss me and she whispered. "Welcome home, sweet-heart! We are going to have so much fun, I can't wait!" she said with a wide smile and I remembered that she was finished peeing.

"How do I help you clean up?" I asked as I saw her holding up a long piece of toilet paper and Mom handed it to me. 

"You just carefully pat all over me and we'll hope for the best," she giggled with another big smile. 

I looked at her and I really wished that Carrie was just half the woman that Mom was, but that would be asking for a miracle. "Well, here goes!" I said with a wink, watching Mom's face turning a glowing shade of pink and I loved it. Mom never got embarrassed about much, so this was fun for me in more ways than one. 

I carefully patted all over Mom's special place, as we looked into each others' eyes, but hers had a look that I had never seen, until just now. It looked as if she was in love. 

After a minute or two of me drying her, Mom said. "I hate to stop this, but I think I'm dry, sweet-heart."

"Dang it, just as I was starting to have fun too!" I said looking to her face again and I couldn't wait to do 'everything' for Mom. She was a beautiful lady and I admit that I have a big crush on her and I always will. 

"You bad boy, enjoying doing that to me," she said with a teasing voice and I watched her face turning pink again. 

"Hell yes, I liked it! I told you Mom, you're a freakin' babe!"

"Thank you, now let's get the holy hell out of here and get home!" she said with need in her voice, so I quickly lifted her in my arms and took her back to her bed. 

"Let me find a wheelchair. I'm strong, but I don't think I can carry you to my car, babe." I said walking out in the hall and there one sat, just waiting for me. I grabbed it, quickly went back to Mom and sat her in it. 

"Let's cover you up. I don't want anyone but me, checking you out!" I laughed as I laid a small blanket around her body and over her legs. 

"Well good, because I don't want anyone seeing me, but you!" Mom said as she gazed into my eyes and she gave me another very, nice kiss on my lips. 

*. 

After finding a drug store and a quick ride back to Mom's home, I gently carried her inside. "Mmmm, I could really get used to having you spoiling me." Mom said as I sat her down in the living room. 

I couldn't help but looking between her gorgeous legs and I saw a pretty good sized wet spot on the front of her panties. "I'm glad, because it's time you had someone to spoil and take care of you and your hot body!" I said and started reading all of the pain killers that the doctor gave her. 

"Wow, you're not going to feel much after taking some of this shit." I laughed and opened the best pills and handed her one of them. "Let me get you a drink and then, we'll get your sweet-looking ass into bed." I added and got up to fix Mom a small rum and coke. 

Mom took the pill and asked. "Do you really think that my ass is sweet-looking?"

I had to smile at Mom and I wished that I had the nerve to tell her how I felt about her, but I did not want her to think that I was a freak for wanting to make love to her. "Yes I do." Was all that I could say.

"I'm glad. You're the only man that could say that and make me feel good."

"I told you Mom, you're a damn babe."

"I love hearing you say that, it makes me so warm and fuzzy inside." Mom said and I could see that the pain pill was already working on her. 

I watched a dazed look starting to cover her pretty face and I had to smile. "We need to get you in bed, before you end up passing out." I laughed as Mom just smiled bigger than ever and she handed me her drink. 

"Will you sleep with me...like when you were young, please?" Mom asked with a soft, slurred voice as she kissed me. "I don't wanta be alone anymore. It hurts crying yourself to sleep every night," she added and I could see that she was ready to cry again. 

I hugged Mom and picked her up into my arms. "Yes I will, but need to get you on the pot first and then, change your panties." I said and I hoped that dear Mom still had a bunch of her see-through ones. I figured that she wouldn't mind. She used to wear them for me on the nights we were alone and tonight; we were going to be alone and in her bed. 

"When I get all better...I'm going to sure owe you a big one." Mom said as I carried her to her room and into the massive bathroom. 

I sat her on the pot and carefully pulled down her wet panties. Mom's musky smell flooded my nose and even in her condition, it smelled like Mom was on fire. "Since I'm helping you, I get to pick out what you wear. Is that cool with you?" I asked and Mom just smiled at me and I was off to find some sexy panties for her.

"I will let you do...anything, sweet-heart." Mom said and I could hear a stream of water going in the john. 

"Be careful saying that. I told you...I'm horny as hell!"

"Maybe we can work on that, when I'm all better," she giggled and I had to practically jump to keep her from falling off of the john and on the floor. 

"I think we better hurry and get you in bed, before you get hurt." I said and grabbed her naked body and quickly went to put her on the bed. 

"I picked these for you!" I smiled, holding the small pair of white, sheer panties up to show her. 

"I shoulda known what you would get. I used to love wearing them for you. I would...get...so...horny, when you looked...at...me," she yawned and I had to hold Mom up, to dress her. 

I just reached down to put her tiny feet into her panties and eased them up her legs, over the 'boot cast' and up to Mom's awesome hips. "I gotta lift you up, so I can get them on your pretty butt." I whispered in Mom's ear and she said something that really shocked me. 

"If we leave them off...you could make love to me much better." Mom said, but I could see that she was really out of it and when my cock heard it, he was ready to take Mom up on her offer. It grew harder than it had been in a long, long time, but as much as I wanted her, she was still my Mom and she was in no condition to know what she was saying. 

"Let's wait until you're better and then we can do that." I said making sure that the panties were straight and that they looked good on her, before I laid her back on the bed. 

"I'm so horny," she moaned with need, but I knew it was the pills talking, not her. 

I moved on her bed and gently put my arm over her simi-naked body and hugged. "You go to sleep and maybe in the morning, we will."

"I can't wait to feel my baby inside me again!" she moaned and Mom drifted off to sleep. 

"Damn, you're going to fuckin' kill me. I hope it's not like this every time you take a pill." I whispered as I slowly caressed her hair and pretty face, wondering if Mom really meant what she said. 

Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up and Mom was almost laying completely on me and I had to move. My cock was standing straight up and it was ready to fuck, but she was my Mom. I jumped out of bed and made my way to have a drink, a smoke and I had to clear my mind.

"Damn!" I said looking down to my cock, watching it jump with each beat of my heart. "She's our Mom, dumbass! We're not supposed to fuck her!" I added, but he didn't care. Mom always could bring him up to full hardness in just a split second and it would take forever to get it to go down. 

I had a few more drinks and a lot of cigarettes and I figured that I needed to try and get some rest before morning. I went back into her room and almost shit my pants. Mom was lying on her side and her beautiful ass looked so good, my cock went straight out again. 

"I'm gunna die!" I moaned and Mom lifted up her head. 

"What's wrong, sweet-heart?" she asked with concern in her loving voice as she turned on her back, giving me and 'Woody' a perfect view between her long legs.

"I'm fine, babe. Why are you awake?"

"My back is killing me," she moaned and I saw her lower lip come out and she was about to cry. 

"I'll get you a drink and a pill!" I said as I rushed to make her a drink and get her pills, before her pain got any worse. 

"Here you go, babe. This should help you, it sure did before!" I smiled as I helped her sit up and take the pill.

"I'm so glad you're here. I wouldn't have been able to do anything." Mom smiled as she relaxed in my arms and I was so glad that she wasn't able to see just how hard I was for her.

"I'm here, so you relax and don't think about anything." I replied as I held her against me and it felt so good to hold Mom's helpless body. We always hugged and snuggled many times in the past, but this was so special. Mom needed me.

"I'm so glad I have you back. That little bitch didn't deserve you anyhow. Any woman that didn't want your big, beautiful um...in her...has to be a freak or something. I'd love to have it in me...all of the time!" Mom said and like before, I could see that her pills were working. 

I knew it was wrong, but I had to know more. "Mom, how long have you wanted it?"

"Mmmm, since that night...of your graduation party, you made me soooo horny, I wanted to...!" Mom moaned with her eyes closed and I watched her already, big nipples growing hard as rocks. 

"What made you so horny?" 

She moaned again and Mom turned, getting closer to me. "The way you held me when we danced and later, when we were alone. I felt so alive and so loved. It was as if...you wanted to..." Mom whispered and I knew that she was fading fast.

"Mom, do you 'still' want it?" I asked and I knew that I would burn in hell, but I had to do something. I reached to her very swollen, right nipple and I ran my index finger over it. 

She just moaned and before I could get a reply, Mom started snoring. "Well shoot! I wanted to know." But deep down, I already knew the answer.

*.

I got up the next morning and I came close to cuming in my jeans. Mom was naked, except for her tiny panties and she was completely against the front of me. My nine-inches were pressed into her warm ass-crack and it was fucking hard too. I always woke with a hard-on, but today, he was really hard and the thing was deep in Mom's crack! So far between Mom's legs that, I could feel the warmth of her pussy on the end of my cock.

I had to move and move quickly. I eased out of bed, grabbed the sheets, gave her body one, last look and quickly covered her up, before I did something bad. 

"Jesus, why in the hell do you make her so fucking pretty?" I whispered as the thin sheet covered her tempting body and I left the room fast. 

I went to make coffee, some scrabbled eggs and bacon. My guts had been growling for food the entire night and I remembered that I didn't get dinner last night. After my spat with Carrie, I ran to Mom and I totally forgot about eating. 

I made twice the amount of food and I ate until my guts felt like they were going to explode, but it felt good. "Much better!" I said and I let out a long and very loud burp, wondering if Mom was awake yet. She needed her pain pill and most likely, a good, hot bath to ease some of her stiffness. 

After fixing Mom a plate of food and a big cup of coffee, I made my way to her room. "Hey babe, I have breakfast for you." I said with a smile and Mom looked up me. 

"Mmmm, breakfast in bed, served by a tall, good-looking man! What more could a lady ask for?" Mom said as she slowly tried to pull herself up, but I quickly saw that it was hurting her. 

I sat the food tray on her bed and rushed over to help her. "Let me help you, babe. Don't go and strain yourself anymore that you already are." I smiled, slipped my arms around Mom and I had her pulled up and ready to eat. 

"Wow, I always feel like a little rag doll when you do that!" Mom said with a grin and for some reason, her face turned a warm shade of pink. 

"Is that a good thing or bad?" I asked sitting the tray over her and made sure that all was perfect for Mom. 

She just looked at me with her sexy, blue eyes and said. "I'll never tell," she almost whispered and I knew dear ol' Mom liked when I flexed my muscles around her. 

'Mental note, be sure and hold her in my arms longer!' I thought and I hoped that we would get through this without doing anything bad. 

I sat next to her on the bed and I remembered something, she was right-handed and her right arm was broken. I reached over, took the fork from her and I started feeding my Mom. 

"I'd be in a world of shit, if it weren't for you." Mom smiled and I saw her eyes starting to water up.

"Don't you dare do it! You helped me for years and now it's my turn to help you. So, no crying, lady and I mean it!" I said with a teasing, firm voice as I held her tiny, right hand. There were just enough of her fingers hanging out of the cast to hold them in my hand. 

"I'm sorry, but this is so hard on me. It's my job to help you." Mom replied as she picked up the napkin to wipe her eyes and she quickly added. 

"I'll be fine. I'm getting used to this very fast and I love having you here, with me again. It's kinda like old times."

"Just let me help you and no more crying. You do so many things for me and just think of this as paying you back."

She smiled and tried to lean towards me, but Mom couldn't. "I was going to kiss you, but I can't even do that." Mom giggled, but I could still see the hurt in her eyes, so I leaned to her and Mom gently kissed me as we looked deep into each others' eyes.  

"Mmmm, thank you, sweet-heart." Mom whispered as our lips stayed together for a good ten seconds, maybe longer. To be truthful, I lost all track of time.

I moved back to where I was sitting and started to help Mom eat her food. "I guess after we're finished here, we'll get you a bath or shower. Which do you want?" I asked and I wasn't sure which one would be the worst for me. Either way, I would be with her and she was going to be fucking naked. 

Her saw her face turn that pretty shade of pink again and knew poor Mom, was getting embarrassed too. "What would you rather do? You're the one that has to help me." She smiled and I could see that this was getting to her, as badly as it was me. 

I always had a thing for Mom and after the stuff Mom said last night, I knew she had feelings for me too. "I think a bath would be the best bet. Before you a shower, we'll have to find a way to wrap up your cast, so it wouldn't get wet or anything." I said as I lifted the fork to Mom's big, sexy lips.

She opened her mouth, took the food and after chewing, Mom replied. "Yeah, that would be the best. If I got this wet, I'd have to go and get another one." 

"Ok then, I bath it is." I said, got up and went to start a good, hot bath for her. Mom had one of those bad-ass tubs that blew bubbles and you could get twenty people in it, so it took forever to fill it up. 

"I'm glad I have you." Mom whispered when I came back to bed.

"I'm glad too. You're the hottest Mom in the world." I said and something nice caught my eye. 

"Well, good morning!" I said with a laugh as Mom's big, right boob popped out from under the sheet. 

She looked down and Mom laughed with me. "You are so funny!" she laughed more and much to my surprise, Mom didn't pull up the sheet to cover herself. She just left her boob hanging out for me to see and enjoy. 

"I had to tell it good morning. It looks so happy and a bit...um...happy to see me too!" I said with a wink and I knew why it looked so hard. It was the nipple I teased last night. 

"It does look very happy to see you. My nipples haven't been this hard in quite some time." Mom said and her face turned bright, screaming red. 

I looked down to it and then back up to her face. "It looks like it's about to explode or something."

"I think it and my lonely, old body, is enjoying a handsome man being around."

"Cool, because I like hanging around them and your body!" I said with another wink and like before, Mom's face looked like a tomato. 

"I wonder about you some times. Talking like that about your old mother."

"Don't make me bend you over my knee and spank this sexy ass. Don't say you're old or fat again, woman!"

"Oh, yes sir, Master." Mom said with a low and very sexy voice and I saw her cringe with pain. 

"Are you hurting again?" I asked and knew that she was.

"Yeah, but them damn pills knock me out and we're having so much fun, I don't want any of them yet."

I smiled at her and she was right. Mom and I hadn't talked or had this much fun in years and it was nice spending time with her again. "After we sit in the tub, you will get one. I don't want you in any pain. It kills me when you're hurt or upset." I said with a firm voice as I looked deep into her beautiful eyes and I could feel 'Woody' was waking up too. 

"We could cut one in half, maybe I wouldn't get so loopy and talk too much." Mom laughed and I wondered if she remembered anything from last night or what she said. 

"That's not a bad idea, but I will miss you flirting with me so much." I teased and her face turned red again.

"I bet you will, but when I'm finished...you can give me the other half and then, I'll be your little plaything again." Mom said with a little giggle, as she looked at me and I could swear that she was horny.

"Little plaything? That sounds fun and very...nasty!" I said, doing what Mom said, cutting a pill in half.

"I think you need to call one of your old girlfriends' and get your ass laid or a good, long blow-job."

I handed her the pill and said. "I love the last part of that." Thinking of how good Carrie was sucking me last night when the phone rang and how dumb I was for not letting her finish, before I left. 

"My boy favors his big, long thing in a girls' hot mouth, does he?" Mom laughed at me and I could see her thinking about something.

"Hell yes I do! If a lady does it right, I'll be her fucking slave!" I said with a big grin and Mom just sat there, still thinking about something. 

"I used to love doing that for your Dad. I could take him all and he would be in heaven!"

"I bet he would! With those big, ol' lips, you'd kill me too!" I said with a wink and Mom looked like a little, embarrassed school girl and it was so cute. 

She covered her mouth in shock and her eyes were big as two dinner plates. "Jack, you bad boy!" Mom laughed so hard, tears of joy started pouring from her eyes. 

"I was just telling you the truth is all. I always thought Dad was an idiot for leaving you for that skinny tramp, but I was glad he did it." I replied with a grin.

"Why were you glad he left?" she asked with wonder in her eyes.

I took a deep breath and said. "I had had you all to myself and I loved it."

"We did have so much fun, didn't we?" Mom said with a smile.

"Yes we did. I loved having you to hang out with, but my damn friends used to drive me nuts."

"Why did they bother?" Mom asked as she sipped her coffee and I could see her looking at me, waiting for me to answer. 

"I just hated them coming over all of the time. Most of them just came to ogle you and it started pissing me off."

"Well, I need to call a timeout. I gotta pee and the tub should be close to half full." Mom smiled and as I sat the tray on the floor, I didn't notice, but the sheet had gotten hung on the tray.

Mom was lying on the bed with nothing but her panties and a shocked face. "Wow, you sure don't waist any time getting a girl naked!" she laughed and I could see her trying to cover her breasts. 

"Shit, I'm sorry!" I said as I grabbed the sheet and handed it to her. "I didn't mean to do that, I promise." I added, knowing that I was now the one with the red face. 

Mom just sat there giggling like a young girl and I knew her pill was working. "Are we happy now? Is the pill getting to you?" I teased and I saw Mom's face starting to glow.




Mom Needs Me



"You are so bad for doing this to me, but I do like when you embarrass me. I get that neat, fuzzy feeling in me."

"We need to get you on the pot and in the tub." I said as I stood up, grabbed her up nice and gently, but I remembered my mental note from last night. Mom liked it when I held her, so I was to make sure I held her a bit longer than I should. 

"Yes sir." Mom whispered in my ear and it sounded like she was going to cum on me and my cock and I loved it. 

"I'm your little, little plaything...remember?" she moaned as my right arm was under her back, but my left hand was holding her wonderful ass and I gave it a few loving pats. 

"Yes you are and I love it." I said as I caressed over Mom's butt, enjoying her panties and just because I was touching her in such a private place. I was damn-near, rubbing her anus and pussy.

"I love it too!" Mom panted in my ear and it sounded like she was loaded and in heat at the same time. 

I walked to the toilet and tried standing Mom on her feet, but her legs went limp. "I gotta pull these down now. Are you ready?" I asked and when she shook her head yes, them babies were off of her butt and on the floor. 

I sat her down and I heard a stream of water flowing. "I bet you feel better after that." I said trying not to look at her, but I also knew that if I let go, Mom's sweet ass would be on the floor. 

"All done, sweet-heart." Mom whispered and as I was reaching for the toilet paper, I saw something. Mom was staring straight at my cock. It was right in front of her face and it looked like she was contemplating, sucking it. 

I quickly got some paper, reached between her sexy legs and started patting her off. She jumped and so did I. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" I said with concern and I saw a warm glow covering Mom's face.

"No, it just took me by surprise. You didn't tell me you were going to do that, but I loved it anyhow!" Mom giggled and I figured we better hurry and get in the tub. 

I started to unbuckle her boot-cast and heard Mom giggling at me. "You're hopeless when you take your pills! You're worse than me, when it comes to flirting and being nasty!" I said pulling her up and I started to the tub.

"Nobody is better than your flirting! I love it so much!" she moaned as I held her tight, just the way Mom loved it and I sat down in the water, holding her like she was a baby. 

"Oh God, this is so special! Don't put me down!" she begged me with a soft and helpless voice and I held her tight. 

I held her and it was nice. I loved when I hugged her and this was the best ever. "I'm not going to, don't worry. We'll have to do it like this again." I said and I felt something. 

Woody liked it just as much as we did and he was coming to life under Mom's butt. I tried fighting it, but it was hopeless. There was no way I could hold back. I loved being close to Mom and ol' Woody loved it too. 

I felt Mom giggling and I figured that she getting acquainted with him. "Are you ok?" I asked and truly hoped, she wouldn't say anything.

"I'm fine, just enjoying something nice and hard...on my butt, is all!" she moaned with lust. 

"Sorry about that, but he really likes you." I said as I caressed the side of her face, hoping she wouldn't want out of the tub. 

"I um...like him too!" Mom giggled and I felt her trying to move her butt. 

"I'm glad, I've been meaning to introduce you guys, but I didn't know what you'd say." I said with a low and very deep voice.

"I've met him before, but we haven't seen each other in years," she purred and Mom hugged me tighter than ever. 

"Tell him that I really want to keep in um...touch, with him, this time." Mom giggled and I felt her trying to rub her butt on him.

"As close as we're going to be and all the things I get to help you with, you two will be best friends in no time at all."

"Mmmm, I can't wait!" Mom whispered as she looked up to me and asked. "Do I really turn you on that much, sweet-heart?"

"Yes, you always have and you always will!"

"I'm sorry about that night. I should have let you take me. I was so horny that night, I fuckin' hurt and stupid me, ran to bed." Mom said putting her lower lip out and she yawned. 

"I loved it and I hope it will happen again."

"Me too," she purred and Mom dozed off in my arms. 

I just held her, feeling her slow breathing in and out and I couldn't help but adoring the body in my arms. All the years Mom turned me on and now, I was holding her, almost naked, in a tub of water. 

"I love you so much," I whispered giving Mom a tiny kiss on the lips and I hugged her tight, enjoying Mom's sexy, mature body in my arms and so close to me, thinking of the night of my graduation party and the fun we had.

*.

I came home, down, blue and pissed off. I just found out that the girl I was dating was seeing another guy on the side. I slammed the front door and headed to the fridge, for a cold beer. 

Mom was in the kitchen, fixing some food for the party and she turned to see what was wrong with me. "Are you alright, sweet-heart?" she asked walking to me in a nice, tight pair of black, spandex shorts and a very small, white blouse that formed to her big breasts.

"That fucking bitch, Tina, has been screwing every guy in town, but me! She teases the crap out of me, but any other guy gets all the pussy he wants from her!" I said looking over Mom as she walked towards me with her normal, sexy walk. Her hips always mesmerized me and today was no different. 

"Well I'll be damned! You mean to tell me that...you haven't been getting anything from her?" Mom asked with shock as she gently sat on my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. 

"No!" I quickly said as her sweet

"Oh sweet-heart, I'm so sorry. I thought you two were screwing each other to death!" she said with love and sadness in her soft voice as her big breasts smashed against me and my cock started growing under Mom's hot, looking ass. 

I laughed as I thought of all the times that Tina gave me the blue balls. "Only in my dreams, babe!" I laughed more, but it really hurt. I bought Tina anything she wanted or asked for and in return, I just got screwed over.

Mom hugged me more and I hugged her back, not realizing that I was caressing Mom's butt, until she whispered in my ear. "Sweet-heart, I know you love my ass and I do love when you touch it, but what if one of your friends' sees us doing this?"

"Fuck them! The only hang around me, so they can see you and most of them 'think' you can seduce you." I smiled at the look on her face and I continued rubbing her tight ass. 

"Oh really now?" Mom replied and I could see that she was just a little pissed off. 

"That's what they think and I'm close to kicking all of their asses too!" I said, but it was a new guy that just started coming over with my friends' and none of us liked him. His name was Bill and he thought that he was God's gift to women, but he was close to finding out that Mom was mine and mine only. 

"So, all of the nice things they do for me is, just to try and get into my panties?"

"Yeah, they think you'll do it with them and it's really starting to make me mad." I said looking into her eyes, wishing that I had the nerve to tell my own Mom, that I wanted her for myself. 

She just shook her head in disgust and I knew she was going to set some little boys straight. "The little shit-heads are going to get it tonight. I hope you don't mind if I chew on their asses!" she growled and Mom was ticked.

"I don't give a flying fuck, but be sure that you really get Bill. If he says one word to you, I'm going to beat him to death!" I growled as my right hand slowly moved over Mom's nice ass and that was the only thing that was keeping me calm. 

"I've seen you watching him and...if I'm not mistaken, you seem to get very upset." 

"Hell yes I do! I think of you as um...kinda...like um..." I tried saying more, but she cut me off, before I could finish. 

"Just say it, sweet-heart. You don't have to be shy or embarrassed about anything." Mom whispered as she started running her fingers through my hair, making my cock harder than ever. I just hoped if she felt me, maybe Mom would like it. 

"Sometimes I like to think of you as my um...girl. I know I shouldn't, but I do." 

"Ahhh, that's so sweet, baby! I don't mind at all. In fact, I think of you as being my man. Oh shit! I've got a great idea, if it won't bother you, that is!" she said with excitement and Mom jumped up. 

"What is it?" I asked watching her boobs bounce up and down.

"What if...we pretend you're going to get me tonight? We'll hug; do us some smooching and some nice, slow dancing together. That will drive them all insane with jealousy!" Mom laughed and I just kept watching her boobs flopping up and down.

"Damn, my Mom is evil! But, that is a great idea. Why would it bother me?" I asked wondering why it would. 

"Tina never did anything with you and I thought that us hugging and kissing, might bother you is all." Mom said and she finally noticed my eyes on her boobs, but she didn't say anything, she just smiled and straightened her top.

"It might a little, but it will be fun as heck!" I said with a wink and pulled her back on my lap, with her left breast just inches from my face and I asked with a hesitant voice. "What all will we do? I don't wanta kiss you or grab some ass and end up getting popped in the head!" I laughed and Mom gave me a little smile. 

"I wouldn't go and do that to you. It was my idea and we'll go all out, if you want." Mom said as she looked at me with her pretty eyes and my cock grew hard. 

"So...I can make out with you?" 

"Yes you can." Mom said.

"I can feel you up too?" 

"Mmmm, I'm looking forward to it." Mom smiled again and I saw her starting to get a little embarrassed. 

"Are you really sure about this?"

Mom caressed the side of my face and she leaned forward, our lips lightly touched and she said with a grin. "Yes, I'm really sure about it. You relax and have fun. I'm sure going to."

"Cool then. What are you gunna wear for me?"

"Anything you want."

I thought for a few seconds and I knew. "Your new stretch jeans, them babies are so hot, you look good enough to eat!"

"You are such a bad boy! Saying that about me!" Mom giggled and I could see that she loved it. 

"It's true Mom and um...if...I...get hard, please don't get mad or anything."

She smiled again and her pretty face turned red. "You think you will?" 

"Mom, you are a very, very pretty lady and if we do this, I promise I'll get real hard!"

"Will, um...I guess we'll deal with that...when or if it does happen."

"Mom, it will happen." I whispered as I slid my arms around her, pulled Mom to me and I planted a big, wet kiss, right on her juicy lips. 

"Wow, that was nice!" she smiled and ran her fingers through my hair. 

"Good, because you're going to be getting a lot of them tonight, Mom and I can't wait to dance with you too." I said as I kept caressing and teasing her sweet ass. 

"Are you hands going to be on me, like...now?" Mom asked as she slipped her arms around me tighter and it seemed like Mom was looking deep into my soul.

"Oh yeah, you can bet the farm on that!"

"I can't wait!" Mom said with a low and what I thought was a hint of lust in her voice and she added. "I'd like you to wear your suit and tie for me. If I'm going to dress that revealing and you're to be making out with me, I want my guy to look good too." she added and I saw a little sparkle in her eyes. 

I heard Mom and I figured hell yes. If she was going to go all out like this, I could dress nice for her. "You got it, sex-pot!" I laughed, drew back my right hand and I gave Mom's sweet ass, a good, firm slap. 

"Ouch! You shit!" Mom squealed, but her face gave it away. Mom looked like she just came all over herself. Her face turned red, her big nipples grew harder than ever and her pretty eyes dilated. 

"Did Mommy like that?" I teased her and Mom's face actually got redder. 

"You better stop it, buster!"

"No way, I think you like getting that pretty ass smacked. Don't you?"

"I'll never tell," she whispered as I rubbed over the spot I had just slapped and I felt her flexing her butt muscles against my hand.

"What if I do it again?" I asked, watching her smile and Mom slowly stood up and when she did, I saw a giant wet spot on the front of her tight pants. 

She smiled down to me and in all my memories of Mom; I had never seen her look so alive, as she was at this very moment. "Maybe later, but for right now...I need to get my ass back to work or your friends won't have anything to eat." Mom said as she smiled, turned and walked back to the other side of the kitchen, with a seductive sway in her hips.

*.

Everyone started showing up, even ass-hole Bill and they were all practically drooling over Mom and what I asked her to wear for me. She even added a few nice things that really turned them on. She had four-inch high-heels, she put her hair into a long pony tail and her blouse was close to see-through, with no bra under it. Mom was smoking hot and all mine. 

"Damn dude, your Mom is on fire tonight!" James George said as he reached into the cooler full of Cokes and he pulled two of them. "So, what's up with her anyhow? She's giving every guy in the house a massive hard-on, even me and Debbie sucked me off on the way here!" he laughed and I just smiled.

"She's just happy I made it through school and she dressed up for me is all." I said as we watched Mom talking to James' girlfriend, Debbie. 

"Shit, you should graduate more often, man!" he said looking up and down Mom's tempting body and so was I. 

I couldn't wait to start fucking around with her, but she said that I had to wait, until she gave me the ok. "I know, I about shit when I saw her too." I lied not wanting to give anything away. "I don't know what part of her looks the best. That beautiful set of boobs or her fucking ass!" I said with a low moan, hoping I would make it through this and Mom wouldn't back out. 

"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing, dude." James said as he gave me a pat on the back and he went back to Debbie and my sexy Mom. 

I talked to a few of my friends and they all asked me the same thing as James and each time, I just smiled, until Bill came up to me. 

"Man, your Mom is sure looking hot tonight! I'm going for it, I hope you don't mind." Bill said with a laugh and I was ready to kill him.

"Yeah, I think not! And if you bother her...you'll deal with me." I said with a smile and I wished that Mom would put her plan into action, before I killed this fucker next to me. 

Bill just looked at me and he laughed. "I'm just so fucking scared!" he laughed more and I wanted to lay him out. 

"Try anything with her, fucker and see what happens." I replied with a smile and Mom motioned for me and I couldn't wait to see the looks on my friends' faces. 

"Hey people, I have a few words to say!" Mom yelled as she pulled my completely against her side. "As you all know, Jack had lots of trouble in junior high and he was very close to being kicked out of school. Well, the morning he started high school, I made a deal with him, that's going to shock all of you." Mom said as she hugged and she gave me a wonderful deep kiss, with lots of warm tongue. 

"That morning, I went to his room and snuggled in bed with him and I told him, that if he pulled his grades up and graduated..." Mom stopped to give me a dreamy look of love and another hot, wet kiss. 

"This is kinda embarrassing, so bare with me. I know how much you guys drool over me and want to do dirty things to me and Jack is not different." Mom paused to run her fingers through my hair again before she went on. 

"That morning...I told my handsome son, that if he graduated...he could have me, for twenty-four hours and to do anything he wished with me." Mom said and her face was glowing with what I thought, was love, but I wasn't sure. 

I looked around the room and everyone had a shocked look on their face and a few of them even looked like they pissed themselves. 

"So, tonight I'm all his. No dancing with me or flirting, unless Jack says that it's ok." Mom added and she pulled me against the front of her body and she kissed me again.

It was nice, her tongue slithered into my mouth, and I gently sucked it as my hands slid down her back and to her ass. I started squeezing each cheek, while I grinding my simi-hard cock into her pussy. I felt her suck in a breath or air and Mom started humping her beautiful hips into mine. 

"Oh God, Mom, this is so fucking hot!" I panted into her mouth as we all but stood there, fucking each other. 

She kept kissing and pushing her hips to my cock. My hands held her ass, shoving her to me. "Oh yes! I love it too!" Mom moaned in my mouth as we kissed more and I knew that this was a very, very bad idea. I wanted my Mom, for real. No playing, no nothing, I wanted to screw my Mom to death. 

I had to stop before I came. I pulled away from her and like before, all of my friends were still in shock. "Damn, what a wonderful graduation gift!" I said feeling like I had just won the 'pussy lottery' or something. 

James came back to me and he asked. "Dude, are you really going to do your Mom? I know she's hot as fuck, but dude...that's your Mom!" he said with shock. 

"Man, I worked my ass off and the whole time, I thought of nothing but her. Yes, I'm going to screw and do everything that I can think of to her until tomorrow night!" 

"Man, she's hot, but dude...she's your Mother." James said shaking his head in disgust as he walked away and they left. 

Mom was standing at the back door that led out to our pool. I walked up behind her, pushed my cock down and I moved completely against her. My cock was rubbing her warm pussy and it was also teasing her ass. I felt her suck in more air and I also think I heard Mom moan. 

"Do you like this?" I whispered in her ear, as I softly kissed it and I took a big chance. 

I eased my hands under her blouse and I slid them up her body, until I caressed my way to Mom's breasts and I gently held them. I started teasing both of her already, very hard nipples, while I kissed the sides of her neck and much to my surprise; Mom leaned back, giving me total freedom to do anything I wished. 

"Mmmm, it's going to be a long and very lonely night!" Mom panted as I kissed, teased and caressed every, single inch of her body.

"The night isn't over yet. You never know what might happen" I whispered to her and I hoped that I would get to love her. She was the only woman I love, but she was my Mom. 

She reached back and Mom started rubbing my cock and she whispered to me with a little smile. "Easy tiger, we have all night to play and tease each other, but just remember, this is only a game," she said and my heart sank. I wanted her and I didn't care who she was. 

I slowed my kissing and petting and after what Mom just said, I needed a joint. I pulled from her and I knew my face had a disappointed look, but I didn't care. I had my heart set on seducing Mom, but she just fucked it up. 

"Please don't stop because of what I said! I loved that, sweet-heart and I know you did too." Mom all but begged me, but she just broke my heart and I needed to get away from her. 

I didn't say anything to her and I went to my room to roll a big, fat joint. I was just finishing up; when I heard a tiny knock at the door. 

"Yeah!" I said, expecting one of my friends were coming to smoke with me, but it was Mom and I saw that she was only seconds away from crying. 

"Please don't be mad at me. You know that we were only teasing your friends, sweet-heart. I love you to death and I can't lie to you either." Mom paused to give me a very passionate kiss. 

"Baby, you turn me on so bad...I hurt inside, but we can't do anything else. I'd love to, but things like that don't happen." Mom whispered as she took the joint from me and she lit it. 




Mom Needs Me



I watched her as she took a long and very deep drag. I took it from her and I sucked it, until my lungs were about to burst and I couldn't keep my eyes off of her breasts. 

Mom blew out the smoke and she was ready for more. She sucked the joint and she watched me the entire time. Her eyes never left mine and she didn't move a muscle. She just looked at me with her seductive eyes and I felt my cock growing. 

I still had a little hope, but I wasn't going to hold my breath or anything. If Mom was willing, I wanted her and I didn't care. She was so pretty and the light of my life. 

"I haven't smoked pot since I was in college! I hope that I don't make a fool of myself!" Mom started giggling and my 'hope meter' just went up. Mom was fucking loaded as shit, all mine for the night and if she was loaded, even better. 

"I'm going to be glued to you, so...I'll keep an eye on you." I said pulling Mom on my lap and I hugged. 

"I love you, Mom and I dream about us sometimes. It's always sweet and never nasty shit."

"You bad boy!" Mom giggled and she rested her face against my neck and she whispered. "Tell me about it, sweet-heart. What do you dream of doing to your Mom?" she said kissing my neck and Mom ran her hand up my right leg, but when she felt my cock, she stopped to look up and smiled at me. 

"Sorry, but I told you that he really likes you!" I said with a laugh and reached the joint up to her lips. She sucked it hard, filling her lungs and I had an idea that she was going to be a blast. 

After blowing out the smoke, Mom looked me in the eyes and she said with lust. "Don't be sorry for something as nice as that. Be proud that you're hung so well, your father looked like a fucking peanut!" Mom started laughing so hard, tears were pouring from her eyes. 

I held her giggling body on my lap and yes, I felt everything dear Mom, had to offer. "Are you joking with me?" I asked looking straight to her bouncing boobs and Mom shook them for me.

"My boy sure does like his Mom's boobies!" she laughed more and I had to hold one, but I hoped she wouldn't get mad. 

I reached up and held her left one in my hand. Mom didn't get mad, it looked like she wanted me to do more, so I lifted her small shirt, leaned forward and I licked her swollen nipple. 

"Ohhh shit, that was too fuckin' good!" Mom gasped and she jumped up like her ass was on fire. "If you're extra good...you just may get to do that again later." Mom cooed like a little girl in love. "Let's get back to your party." Mom winked, but I grabbed her back for one last kiss.

I pulled her back in front of me, one hand grabbed her ass, the other went back under her thin blouse and I started kissing her again. Her little moans of need filled my ears and I prayed the Mom would give in to her wants and desires, but she pulled away. 

"Oh my baby, you're killing me! Come on, we'll do this again...later. I promise!" Mom said pushing me from her and we left my room. 

*.

"Hey man, we were about to leave. We thought you were tapping that stuff!" Tom Goggle said with a laugh and I could see that he was checking out my Mom. Tom was a cool guy, he was like me. He had a thing for his Mom, but the last time he tried to make a pass at her, she popped him in the eye.

"Nah, she said later, after everyone leaves." I lied as I also admired Mom and her fantastic body, as she talked to some of my friends. 

"Man, I sure wish I could get my Mom. I know she wants it. My Dad couldn't keep his shit up for her, if his life was on the line!" Tom laughed and I could see that he was thinking about his pretty Mom. 

She was a tall blonde and like my Mom, she had an awesome body and it drove poor Tom crazy. "Try sweetening her up. Get some flowers; take her to dinner, things like that. Women love that kinda shit." I said as his pretty Mom filled my mind and I couldn't blame him for trying to get her. She was great in bed.

"You think that will help?"

"Yes, you can't just try and hump her! You gotta ease into it. Butter her pretty ass up, make her want you. That's what I did." I said, hoping he didn't pick up on what I just said as I remembered how easy it was to get his sexy Mom. She was a total dick hound and I fucked her five or six times a week. I gave him a slap on the back and I made my way back over to Mom.

"I missed you." Mom whispered as I moved behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist and my cock was pressed into her fine, little ass. 

"I missed you too." I whispered in her ear as I lightly kissed it and I felt Mom push her ass back to my cock. "Mmmm, do you like that?" I whispered again and I pushed my hips to her. 

"Mmmm, you're bad teasing me so much. I'm gunna end up passing out!" she laughed and turned around to hug me. "I'm so glad we did this. If it doesn't bother your friends, we can sure say we had fun doing it." Mom added with a giggle, but I needed a little more than just playing, I needed to be inside her body. 

"The only thing that's going to bug me is my poor cock is going to be in agony." 

"Poor baby, maybe later I can um...lend you a um...hand." Mom said with a little smile as she reached down to squeeze my aching cock. 

"I could live with that. Will you really help me with it?" I asked as I caressed and pulled her against my hard shaft. 

She just smiled and purred. "Yes! I'm going to love holding it and helping you!" 

"Cool, I can't wait!"

Mom moved completely against me and we started swaying to a soft love song that was playing on my stereo. My hands were on Mom's ass, caressing every inch of it and she was caressing my face. 

"I don't think I've ever been this turned on, in my life." Mom said as we gazed into each others' eyes. I loved her so much, it hurt. 

"You look very good when you're this way. Maybe I'll make it a point to turn you on everyday."

Mom just giggled. "I don't think I could do this everyday." As she moved her sweet hips against mine. 

"And, why not?" I asked, holding her ass cheeks, squeezing and caressing her.

"You'd end up getting me, if I let you!" Mom smiled and I saw a little twinkle in her eyes. 

"That would be nice!" I replied with a wink and Mom rested her head on my shoulder and I went back to feeling-up her ass.

"It would be, but...we could get into big trouble, if anyone told on us." Mom said and I felt her tiny hand going under the front of my pants.

She squeezed me and it took everything I had to keep from cuming. "You're soooo fuckin' hard! Is this all for little ol' me?" Mom teased with a fake, southern accent and I loved it. 

"Oh yes!" I moaned as she tried stroking it, but my fucking pants were too damn tight for her to do anything. 

"Momma will help her baby boy, in a little while, when I tuck you into bed." Mom purred and she was killing me. I wanted to hose her down with a hot load of cum and let her see just how much she excited me. 

"I can't wait! My poor cock is killing me!"

"Mommy will make it all better, you'll see," she cooed as if she was talking to a little baby. I managed to get my hands down her pants and poor Mom melted in my arms and I thought she was going to cum too. 

"Maybe, I can help you too, Mommy." I whispered, trying to sound like a kid and I felt her giggling.

"We'll have to see about that, ok?" she whispered as my fingers slid over her soft panties and I couldn't wait for everyone to hurry the fuck up and leave. 

"We could do lots of nice things to each other...without doing the big nasty." I moaned as her hand drove me crazy with need. 

"You are a bad, little boy." Mom whispered as I caressed and tormented her ass.

"You know you like it." I said as leaned down to Mom's mouth and I kissed her long and as deep as I could. She was going nuts, every inch of her body was trembling and she was panting into my mouth, as we kissed. 

"I love it!" Mom said with a big, wide grin and I kissed her again. "Oh lord, this is crazy! You've always excited me, but...I never thought that it would ever be this bad, until now!" she moaned and looked up to my face. I could see the need in her beautiful eyes and I really hoped she would let me please her. 

"Let me help you too, Mom."

She just looked at me and Mom didn't say anything, Mom just smiled and we kept grinding against each other. 

*.

Later, after everyone left, Mom and I were snuggling on the sofa, just finishing another joint, when she looked at me and whispered. "Would you like me to help you with this now?" Mom cooed and she didn't bother waiting for my reply. She slipped on the floor in front of me, unzipped my pants and she had my hard cock out, in a split second. 

"Oh my baby!" Mom whimpered as she held it with both hands and I had a feeling that she was dying to suck it. If she loved sucking Dad, I knew she would love mine. 

"What do you think of it?" I asked as I caressed her face, enjoying her loving hands around it and her hot breath, blowing over it too. 

"I love every, last...inch of it!" Mom panted as she started twisting her hands in opposite directions, driving me crazy. 

"You should relax and let go then." I said with a wink and Mom just giggled again. 

"Mmmm, don't tempt me." Mom smiled up to me with her beautiful eyes.

"You know you want it."

Mom just smiled again and she said. "I'll never tell." She smiled as her tiny hands starting slipping up and down it, nice and slow, while she kept gently twisting. 

"What would it take to convince you?" I asked as I caressed her face, hoping that she would give in. Hell, I was even willing to settle for some good oral sex from her.

Mom just giggled again, she stood up and stripped off her clothes, leaving her in nothing but her tiny, pair of panties. "Is this better? Because I'm not going to do anything else, sweet-heart and I mean it. I know how you feel about me and I want you too, but we can't go there, ok?" Mom said with a motherly voice that I knew very well and I figured that this was better than nothing. 

I just caressed her pretty face and replied. "Let's do it, Mom. Nobody will know or ever find out about it." I said with a wink, praying she'd give in and let me love her. 

"This is it; sweet-heart and I mean it. Relax and be happy with this or we can call it a night. It's up to you."

"Ok, I'm good then!" I quickly replied, not wanting to press this any farther and take a chance on Mom going to bed, after such a beautiful night with her. 

"Good choice!" Mom smiled as she leaned over my cock and let a long and thick strand of saliva drip on my pulsing shaft. "Mmmm, now we're in business, sweet-heart!" she moaned as her small, loving hands started slipping up and down my very ridged cock.

I lay back on the sofa, watching her loving hands pleasing me and once and awhile, I could see Mom's big breasts swaying from side to side and I had an idea. "Ahhh, Mom...you're so freakin' hot!" I moaned as she squeezed with what I was sure, all of her might, stroking up and down my cock. 

"Let me put it between those big, pretty things, please!" I begged motioning to Mom's big, fat boobs and she gave me a sexy, little smile. She sat up on her knees and I truly, fought the urge to cum when she smiled and slowly put my cock between them.

"Is this what my baby needed? Hum? Tell me baby, is it good?" Mom whispered in a soft and very loving voice as she squished my hard cock between her awesome breasts.

I just laid there, helpless as I watched my cock being smothered in the best looking set of boobs I ever had the pleasure of seeing in my life. "Oh yeah, it's damn good!" I moaned, fighting to hold back as long as I could. There was no way I wanted to cum now. I wanted this to last as long as I could and then some. 

"See, we can have lots of fun, without doing anything 'too' bad!" Mom smiled as her body moved up and down and my cock stayed between her large breasts. Her heat felt so good against me and it was as if, my cock was back in her.

"Ahhh, Mom! I love you so much!" I moaned and I knew that this wasn't going to last much longer. My cock was ready to explode and cover my sexy Mom in cum. 

"Mmmm, is someone about ready? Do ya wanta cum on me? Do ya wanta cum all over my big, fat breasts? Do ya wanta cum all...over...you're...Mom?" she growled, pulled my cock from between her breasts and she started jerking me off as fast as she could. 

I was in shock. Mom started fucking me with her beautiful hands and I loved it. I stood up, Mom smiled and I blew a load that has never been matched since. I shot cum on her breasts, on her neck, on her shoulders, but the one I really loved was, Mom started to say something and a long and very thick strand, right in her mouth. 

"Mmmm, nice!" Mom said with a big smile as she slowly licked her mouth, lapping up my warm seeds and it looked as if, she loved it. 

I just lay there, watching cum run down her breasts and Mom licking up my cum. "Wow, that's one record book!" I laughed and this still seemed like a dream. 

"You can say that again!" Mom said as her tongue licked her lips, getting all of my cum in her sexy mouth. 

I watched her licking up my seeds and I was still in shock. "You should let me help you now. I'd love to get my tongue in you for a few hours!" I said with a laugh, watching Mom's face turning red. 

"I don't think we'll go there, but thanks for the offer." Mom said as she stood up, with cum still running down her big breasts. "I'm off to shower now. I hope you had a wonderful time," she whispered leaning down to kiss me. "Cuz, I sure did." Mom whispered again and that was the end of that. 

*.

I sat there holding the beautiful lady in my arms for an hour or so and she finally woke up. "Hey there, did you have a good nap?" I asked as I gave her a small kiss on her forehead. 

"It was just wonderful!" Mom smiled as she yawned. "And I really like the big, hard thing under my butt. It feels like he needs Mommy's help again, like the night of your graduation party," she whispered and my heart started pounding in my chest.

"That would be nice. I haven't came like that since."

"Let's go to my bed and um...we'll see if I can do it again." Mom smiled as her hand reached down between us and she pulled my cock out from under her. It was resting on the spot just between her soft thigh and her warm pussy. 

"But this time...I won't leave you or stop." Mom cooed as I stood up, holding her tight, looking into her loving eyes and I was in heaven. 

"Good, because it's my turn to help you and I'm not going to stop this time."

"I'm all yours sweet-heart." Mom whispered with lust as I walked to her bed and sat her on the side of it. She knew what was coming and Mom slowly spread her legs for me. "Come, love your Mom," she cooed, pulling her tiny pair of wet panties over for me.  

I watched with wide eyes and I was ready to claim my Mom. "This should have happened that night." I whispered to Mom as I ran my cock-head over her excited pussy lips, teasing her swollen clit and it was time.

"I know and I've regretted it every since." Mom said with lust as she watched my cock slipping over her. "But, I'm all yours now and if you decide to move back in with me...you'll be in my bedroom." Mom smiled to me.

"I wouldn't have it any other way!" I said returning her loving smile and I eased forward. "Oh hell yes!" I yelled as my still cock slipped into her body as if, we were made for each other. Her muscles grabbed me and they squeezed hard. 

Mom screamed and I mean she fucking screamed. "Oh baby! Oh my sweet-heart! Yes! Oh God, yes!" she cried out and Mom wrapped her legs around my hips and she shoved my cock to her core. "Please never leave me again!" Mom moaned as tears poured from her pretty eyes.

"I won't, I promise!" I moaned as her insides held me tight and it was as if, her muscles were milking me of my cum. 

"You feel so good in me!" Mom cried as I pushed deeper, until my cock would go no more and I held her in my arms. "Oh I love you, sweet-heart! I love my baby!" Mom whimpered as she rested in my arms and we kissed. Our breath was shared and so was our love.

"I love you, Mom and I always will!" I grunted and before I could stop, my cock erupted deep in her. Cum shot from my cock, filling Mom with one big, fucking load. My entire body shook, my heart pounded and when I kissed her, Mom exploded. 

"Oh God! Oh my God, yes! Oh God! My baby! My baby!" Mom screamed as her insides grabbed me, squeezing hard and her juices shot from between her long legs, covering me and I loved it all. 

I pumped her spasming pussy hard and as deep as I could. I wanted to please Mom and to let her know that she would never be lonely again. I pushed in her, lifting her ass from the bed with each full thrust in. Her breasts were sloshing around, her juices made that awesome sound as I loved her and I was ready again. 

"I'm gunna cum again!" I yelled out and Mom humped with me. Her hips were shoving to me, our skin slapped together and I came hard. "Oh fuck! Yeah, that's it! That's it!" I yelled as cum shot deep into Mom and I loved the look on her face. It was a look of shock and wonder, as I filled her body. 

She held me close and when I was finished, I felt Mom's insides lock around me. "Oh Jack, God I love you! I love you so much! My sweet-heart, my baby and now...you're my lover!" Mom exploded.

We still live together after five years and things couldn't be any better. We make love to each other day and night, with no regrets at all. We were made for each other and it took Mom getting hurt, for us to realize it. 

The end.



Mom Needs More



I didn't start thinking of my mom sexually until about a week before I graduated from college. I'd woken up late on a Saturday morning, and I actually wanted to sleep in a little longer; I was in the middle of a nice fantasy about getting my cock sucked by my French teacher, but I was interrupted by the sunlight piercing the half-open blinds.

When I got to the window, I looked out and saw my mother on the pool deck, laying on a lounge chair and wearing a bikini. Looking down from my room on the second story, I had a clear view of her body, but she was laying in such a direction that she wouldn't notice me. She was rubbing suntan lotion on her legs, slowly, and her patient movements gave me ample opportunity to take her body in. I spied her long, curving legs that rose up to full, flared hips; a trim stomach worked into shape in the two years since dad left; her rounded, full tits, so barely covered by the bikini's white triangles of fabric that I could see the tantalizing swell of their sides as she reached down to smear creamy white lotion on the inside of her thighs.

I knew mom was a fox, sure. My guy friends would notice whenever they came over and saw her in her usual around-the-house wear of Capri shorts and a low-cut tank top. (Even when she was clearly wearing a bra, her nipples always had a way of poking through, teasingly.) As one of my ex-girlfriends put it to me while we were still dating, "She looks so fuckable I'd get jealous if she wasn't, like, your mom." (Sure, she was shitfaced at a party when she said it, but a few Bud Lights will make a girl honest.) So, yeah, I knew that she was attractive, even "fuckable," but that was all abstracted in my head—I never felt physically turned on by her myself. My sexual attention was usually elsewhere—and, well, she was my mom.

But then, as I watched her from my window, she started doing something interesting.

She was rubbing lotion with her right hand on the inside of her thigh, and then her hand stopped for a moment. Then she brought it up slowly to the white patch of fabric covering her pussy, laying her hand on top of it. Her left hand was behind her head, which she swiveled left and right to see if anybody was watching her. Confident that the high fences of our backyard were giving her enough privacy, she slid her right hand under her bikini bottom.

Her back arched up slightly as she stroked her pussy, pushing her large tits up. Her ass started moving slightly on the lounge, finding a rhythm to match her slow stroking of her pussy. Her left hand came down, her fingers tracing a path through her hair and down her face to her lips. Sucking on her thumb, she began stroking her pussy more aggressively, her body swiveling on her ass more and more. Her tits began bouncing slightly, and her nipples began emerging, making the small bikini top even more irrelevant.

I was transfixed. And hard. Watching from the window, I pulled down my boxers and began stroking my cock, imagining how easy it would be for me to pull aside her bikini bottoms and slide into mom. In my mind, she was hardly my mom anymore, not the way she was sliding her fingers into her pussy and pulling on her very large nipples. She was pure sex in that moment, and I wanted it very, very badly.

"Oh, mom," I sighed, stroking my precum-oozing cock. "Suck me."

Almost as if she'd heard me from so far away, mom began licking her lips, her tongue sticking out slightly and firmly. She was rubbing her clit furiously now, clearly on the verge of cumming, and I was stroking myself to match the movements of her firm, round ass, and bouncing tits. From then on, I was gone—I wanted to fuck my mother.

Soon her body seized up, her back arched, her hands—one in her cunt, the other pulling a hard nipple—stopped. Her mouth was open, ecstatic. Her tits were free. Her eyes were shut tight. She was cumming, hard.

At that same moment cum sprayed from my cock, ropes and ropes of it hitting the wall beneath the window. I grunted hard, wishing so badly that my cock could have been in mom's pussy, her ass, her mouth, between her tits—somewhere, anywhere besides the uselessness of my bedroom. I lay down, panting a little, watching my cum trickle down the wall toward the floor as I stopped to catch my breath.

Getting up a moment later to find a sponge to clean up the mess I made, I dared to look out the window to see where mom was. I guess she'd abandoned her plan to get some tanning done; she was standing up and wrapping a towel around her hips; her tits were now solidly (if still provocatively) placed in her bikini top. She looked up and saw me at the window. Smiling, she waved. If only she knew that my cock was still half hard and that I'd blew a load in my room watching her fingerfuck herself!

I went to the bathroom across the hall, grabbed a wet washcloth, and wiped down the wall. Throwing the scum-soaked rag into a hamper, I got dressed quickly and casually headed downstairs to greet my mom. I badly wanted to get near her, wanting to see evidence of her masturbation session on her body—and get a closer look at her in the bikini.

"Hey, sugar," my mom said, walking into the kitchen and closing the door to the pool deck behind her. She walked up to me and gave me a peck on the cheek. I could feel one of her tits press ever so slightly against me, and I imagined I could smell the scent of wet pussy on her. It was all I could do to keep myself from grabbing her hips and pulling her close.

She looked at me quizzically.

"I *said*," she said, "do you have any big plans today? I swear, you finish your finals and your brain shuts down." She giggled slightly.

I must've been lost in thought. "Nothing major, mom. I'm gonna enjoy my last free weekend before the job starts."

She pulled a water bottle from the refrigerator, unscrewed the cap, and took a swig. "Well, your dowdy old mom needs to get some new clothes for summer. I think I'll be spending the afternoon at the mall shopping."

"What's wrong with what you have on now?" I asked, hoping it'd come off as playful.

She laughed and put the bottle on the counter. "Now *that* would be something," she said, tracing her hands lightly down the spaghetti straps of her bikini bra. My hands followed them to her tits and I had to force myself to pull my eyes up. "I'm sure Mr. Smith next door would love to see your mom in a bikini all the time, but I'm afraid it's a little impractical. So, around for dinner tonight?"

Yes, I was. And after another minute of small talk about the coming week, she went upstairs. In half an hour she had dressed (Capris and tank top) and headed out the door.

My cock was spent for the moment, but my curiosity wasn't. A barrier had fallen in terms of my attraction to my mother; feeling a little more daring, I decided to explore her bedroom. Before, I'd considered her space off-limits, but now I was eager for clues about her sexual life.

I'd been in enough women's bedrooms to know where to start looking. I remember one day when I was lying in bed with Mrs. Jackson down the block. She was the first woman I had sex with, back when I was 18, and the horny 40-year-old widow was eager to teach me everything she knew. That included where a horny 40-year-old widow kept her vibrator. "Here's where my little buddy is," she said, pulling the thin pink plastic toy from the bottom drawer of her nightstand.

The bottom drawer of mom's nightstand was her panty drawer. Pulling it open, I was greeted by piles of silky, neatly folded underwear. Digging deeper—carefully, so as not to leave evidence of my investigations—I uncovered three things:

1)A thick purple vibrator, at least ten inches long, modeled to look like a thick, vein-filled cock.

2)An assortment of gels and lubricants

3)A book

It was an old paperback, not very thick, titled "Mommy Needs More." The cover was a drawing of a woman wearing a provocatively open robe, walking in on (presumably) her son, who's laying in bed with his hard cock in his hand. I could feel my own cock thickening in my shorts, giddy with the sense that mom had been harboring incest fantasies.

I opened the book about a third of the way through and started reading.

"'Oh, sugar!' Julie exclaimed as she bounced up and down on Willy's cock in the back seat. 'We have to stop fucking like this! But your cock feels so thick and so good!'

"Grabbing her ass tighter, Willy started sucking her horny mother's full tits. He knew that what they were doing was dangerous. Everybody came up to Jones' Peak to park, make out, and fuck. But a lot of people knew Willy and his mother—including Willy's dad, who patrolled the park. The sense of danger gave Willy's mother an extra rush, though, which is exactly why she put on her tightest T-shirt and mini-skirt that afternoon and insist that he take her there. Now, with her skirt and shirt pulled up, she felt an electric rush run through her that was only enhanced by the feeling of her son's cock filling her cunt. In the past month she had become a complete slut for her son, and the need for more new and exciting ways to fuck consumed her being."

I read on, stroking my cock, which I'd freed from my shorts. Willy kept fucking his big-titted mom, and I lay down on my own mom's bed, thinking of my own mother bouncing on me—maybe right on this bed. It all became so much that I wound up blowing my load for the second time in an hour, all over my chest. As I lay on mom's bed and the cum dried on my shirt, I began thinking of a plan to make my fantasy become real.



Mom Needs More Ch. 02



"God, I'm so glad you came back for more," Ms. Olson groaned, then went back to sucking my cock.

Julie Olson was the head of the college's career counseling office, and as soon as I walked in she closed the door, locked it, and closed the shades. Less than two minutes later I was leaning against her desk with my pants and boxers off and my cock sticking out, stiff and proud. She was on her knees, her high-heels kicked off, expertly running her tongue around the head of my cock. She wasn't naked, though she did look sexy as hell in her tight skirt and a silk blue blouse that showed off her ample tits. She'd unbuttoned her shirt, showing how nicely her lacy blue bra pushed her tits up, but that was all. Just cocksucking. Just her shirt unbuttoned. Just me blowing my load all over her chest. That was the agreement, and that's how we'd always done it.

We'd been doing this about twice a week for the past six months. (I always loved her voice on my answering machine, telling me that she was all set for a "counseling session" the next day.) At first it truly was a career-counseling arrangement, but eventually she began getting more open with me about her personal life, including her impending divorce. One week she asked my opinion about a particular shade of lipstick she had on ("I like it. It's...very alluring."); the next week she wanted to hear my thoughts about the tight sleeveless turtleneck she had on ("Are you going on a date? He'll be lucky to be with you."); a month later she was devouring my flattering comments, and I'd become more open in my comments. The size of her tits had become a routine subject of conversation; she'd ask for my advice as she flipped through catalogs, and the question always came up as to how her tits would appear in a particular top. There were three categories: "classy," "acceptable," and "slutty." I once told her that one very low-cut V-neck shirt she was considering was "Very slutty. But please don't let that stop you." She laughed. 

A week after her divorce was final, when she invited me onto her office couch to flip through the Victoria's Secret catalog with her ("Let's just say there's a man I want to impress."), I loved feeling her blonde hair on my shoulder as she moved closer, her hand running up my thigh, feeling my cock bulge in my jeans.

From there, she eagerly sucked me off twice a week. But so many damn rules.

This being the last week of classes, and possibly the last time I'd see Julie, I'd actually wound up in her office twice that day. It was now early evening, the counselor's office was closed, which freed her to be a little louder and a little more eager to talk dirty than usual.

Her mouth letting go of my cock with a loud pop, she cupped her tits and looked at me, saliva and precum coating the area on and around her lips. The gleam of it on her fuck-me red lipstick was gorgeous. "Mmmmmm, what's made you such a horny fucking boy tonight, huh?" she asked, pulling slightly on her nipples. She reached up and tugged on my cock, pulling the foreskin over the head. "Do you always need to have your big fucking balls drained twice a day?"

"I just...."—I stopped to groan a moment, enjoying the buzz that Julie's slow tugging sent through my body—"couldn't stop thinking of you sucking me today."

If I was being honest, I couldn't stop thinking of my mom, who I wished was the woman sucking me. It was only two days since I watched her play with her pussy by the pool and then discovered she enjoyed incest fantasies. As much as I tried to play it cool around the house, I couldn't stop paying attention to her: the way her ass moved in her jeans as she headed out the door; the view of her tits down her shirt; the way her hand had a way of fidgeting with her necklace when she talked, drawing my eyes to her cleavage. When she went into her bedroom I wondered if she was indulging a fantasy, pulling out her vibrator and running it over her pussy with one hand while she read about a horny mom and her dirty son. My curiosity got even deeper this morning, when she woke me up in my bedroom. She was wearing a red T-shirt that, tucked into her jeans, pressed tightly against her tits. It was the first thing I noticed when she walked in and she smirked a little when she saw that.

"Off to shop, sugar," she said. "Momma has to look good, right?"

"You always look good, mom," I said, sitting up in bed, shirtless.

"Oh, you're adorable. Give me a kiss." She kissed me softly on the lips, something she rarely did. This kiss was only just barely motherly. Her lips were open, and there was a slow sensuousness to her lips, their softness and wetness, as if she really wanted to stay there. My hand moved to her hip, and the slightest bit of pressure on it suggested that she was welcome to join me in bed—kissing me while I pulled her top off, sucked on her tits through her bra, worked her jeans off, spent the rest of the morning fucking her silly. 

But it stopped, of course. The whole thing couldn't have lasted five seconds. Breaking our kiss, she looked at me curiously for a moment then moved her way to the door. I showered and dressed quickly, then headed to campus to Julie's office, trying to keep my hard-on down all the way.

And here I was, nearly about to shoot on Julie's tits again. She was still pulling on my cock, and then her expression changed—a more devious look came onto her face.

"You weren't thinking of getting sucked by me today, were you?" she asked.

I just looked at her. She began to stand up, still holding onto my cock.

"You weren't thinking of sucking," she whispered in my ear. Her tits pressed against my chest and my cock was now pushing against the fabric of her skirt—I moved forward slightly, eagerly seeking her warm pussy. "You wanted fucking."

Kissing me hard, she pulled up her skirt and guided my cock to her crotch. My cock felt wonderful up against the silky fabric of her panties—warm and smooth and inviting. I wanted badly to be inside her. I grabbed her ass hard as I kissed her, cupping each cheek of her firm round ass and grinding hard against her, desperate to be let inside her pussy.

"Ohhhhh," she cried. "You like my ass? Hm?"

Almost instinctively, I slapped it in response, then grabbed her ass harder. Julie squeaked out a giddy cry.

"Oh, again!"

I obliged, but this time a little more aggressively, letting her know that however much she was turning me on, I didn't want to be teased. I desperately wanted to be in her pussy.

"Oh, easy, sweetie," she whispered in my ear, grinding her pussy against my cock, which was leaking what felt like a steady stream of precum. "Don't you worry. Mommy's gonna make you feel really good...."

That word was like a drug rush in my brain—I'd leaped to another level. "Gonna make me feel good, mommy?" I said, kissing her neck.

"Uh-huh," she replied, turning us around so that she was sitting up on her desk. She looked gloriously disheveled: her blonde hair was ravaged, her lipstick smeared, her bloused unbuttoned completely, her large tits still trapped in her bra but enticingly pushed up and together. And her skirt was now pulled all the way up to her trim waist, revealing a pair of see-through silky black panties, which her fingers now pulled aside, inviting my cock in. Her eyes locked in on me, full of lust. 

I didn't need any more encouragement. I stepped forward and rubbed the head of my cock against her swollen pussy, searching for her clit and loving the warm wet feeling that radiated off of her. 

"Oh, God, that's right," she whispered. "Make mommy feel good. Aren't you going to be a good boy and fuck your horny mommy?"

I slid in slowly, then filled her. With a quick, stiff cry at having her pussy stuffed with my cock, she wrapped her legs around my hips. I began pumping in and out of her as my hands rose up her back to unhook her bra. She let go of my shoulders to shrug off her blouse and pull away her bra, freeing her tits. They bounced beautifully while I fucked her.

"Oh, that's a good boy....such a good boy," she panted. Now that she'd voiced her own mommy fantasy and I eagerly responded, she wasn't letting go of it. "Let mommy fuck that nice thick cock."

We kept a rhythm going for a while on the desk, but eventually we silently agreed to move to the leather couch, which allowed to ride me more comfortably, and made it easier for me to suck on her large, swollen nipples. "Bite them, honey....Oh, bite them! Mommy's been wanting her big boy for so long....Ohhhhh!"

Julie began bucking harder and harder on my cock, chanting, almost like a mantra, "Cum for mommy, cum for mommy." Eventually, the warmth of her pussy, the sight of her boucing tits, and the intensity of her mommy fantasy got to be too much. As she groaned and grinded and came furiously on my cock, I shot inside her. Ropes and ropes of cum blew out of me with the sort of intensity I rarely felt fucking. Cum oozed out of her pussy and down her thighs, onto the cushion of the couch.

When we'd stopped panting after our orgasms, we just looked at each other and smiled, spent. We kissed softly for a bit, like lovers.

After we'd dressed and cleaned up, she asked me when I was starting the job she'd helped get for me. "Thank you for helping me with all that," I said. It felt insanely formal, considering I'd been fucking her on her desk just minutes before. But it was hard to figure out the right thing to say.

And that was pretty much that. We said goodbyes and thank yous, as if we didn't want to acknowledged what had passed between us in the past hour, or even in the past six months. But then she said, "You know, I'll be traveling this summer, but I'll be back in late August." Pulling out a notepad, she scribbled something down at her desk. She ripped the note from its pad, folded it, and walked up to me. 

Sticking the note in my shirt pocket, she smiled, gave me another kiss, and said, "I'm not calling this goodbye." But I left.

Outside, walking to mom's second car, I pulled the note out of my pocket and unfolded it. Julie had written down her phone number. Above it was the word "Mom," in quotes.



Mom Needs More Ch. 03



Author's Note: It's been a while since I thought to update this story, but I've been inspired by the continuous positive feedback I've received in the two years since I posted chapter two. As somebody who doesn't write erotica in any professional way, it's been flattering and inspiring to know that the storyline has connected with so many readers. Many of you wanted to finally see the mom and son get together in this series, so this one's for you. Let me know what you think!



That evening I was more exhausted than I'd expected to be. Julie had left my cock feeling pleasantly sore and spent, so when mom came home a little while later I wasn't in an especially horny mood. She had come in a little tired herself from her day of shopping, almost comically weighed down by the number of bags from boutiques and department stores. "I was just *terrible* today," she said, laughing at herself a little. The rest of our evening together was uneventful; we had dinner, after which mom disappeared to take a bath and then headed off to bed.

But I was still processing everything I had learned about my mother's incest fantasies, as well as my experience fucking Julie's pussy for the first time. By midnight I was undressing for bed and remembered Julie's note with her phone number, with that provocative word "Mom" on it. I thought for a moment about whether I might call her. Would she enjoy phone sex? Did she get horny late at night just like I did?

I decided it was best not to go there for the moment, but I needed something to inspire me, now that I was growing increasingly horny. I could've fired up my computer and found a hot story to read or a video to watch, but then I remembered all the bags of things that mom had bought that day. I stepped out of my bedroom, wearing just my boxers, moving quietly to avoid waking up mom in the bedroom next to mine. I tiptoed downstairs to the living room, where the bags were.

For a horny guy like myself with fantasies of fucking his mother, her purchases were a treasure trove. Forcing myself not to rustle the bags too much made my feelings of anticipation all the more sweet. There were T-shirts, not particularly sexy in themselves, but I knew they were a little small for her, and I could imagine her full tits pressing against them, her nipples clearly visible. Most had no writing on them, but one was emblazoned with the word "Flirt" on it, right across the chest. Was she saving that for somebody, or would she dare wear it in public?

There were lacy panties and boy-shorts in virgin white, fuck-me red, and a light peach color that I imagined would look gorgeous set against her naked thighs. Some of the bras she bought were purely functional, wide-strapped and designed to provide her big tits with some much-needed support. But others seemed designed purely to arouse, with spaghetti straps or push-up designs that would thrust her tits up seductively. She had bought a pair of summery dresses that ran above the knees and exposed plenty of cleavage. There was a denim miniskirt. And there was a large shoebox containing a pair of black boots, with a thick three-inch heel and running up to her knees. I imagined they'd look sexy as hell with one of the dresses.

And tucked inside that shoebox was something more---a little wooden brown box. 

I opened it slowly, as if it were something I wasn't supposed to see (well, I *was* snooping), and discovered what was obviously a pot pipe. Rounded glass, with a sizable bowl for the weed, mostly clear but with multicolored tendrils. The very shape of it felt erotic, but then weed was always a turn-on for me. I didn't smoke around the house, fearing mom would disapprove, but I usually had a few hits at parties. The thick marijuana smoke always seemed to go straight to my cock. I had only fucked once while stoned, with my ex-girlfriend Carol, but the experience made me hungry for more. Time slowed, and every touch felt electric. I loved the feeling of sliding into Carol's pussy, which felt even more silky and tight even with a condom on, and the pleasantly blessed-out look on her stoned face, her eyes slitted and a sweet smirk on her lips. It was one of the few times I'd ever cum simultaneously with somebody, and it was embarrassingly difficult to stop smiling after feeling so sated, so high and well-fucked. 

I put the box inside the box, left everything just as I found it, tiptoed upstairs, went to bed. I stroked my cock, thinking, and fell asleep almost immediately after I came.

Mom was up before me the next morning, making breakfast. She was wearing an old pair of sweatpants but one of her new T-shirts, robin's egg blue, and it was clear she didn't have a bra on.

"Hi sugar," she said, smiling. "I'm sorry I was so worn out yesterday. Does mom get a hug?" She opened her arms wide.

"Well, of course," I said, smiling, and let her draw me in. The hug lingered. "Mmmmmm, you feel nice," she said. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and then we parted, before my cock had a chance to rise dangerously close to her pussy.

As we ate, mom asked what I had planned today.

"Nothing much mom. Just thought I'd hang out at home."

"Don't you have any friends to see?"

"Not really. Everybody's gone on vacation with their families."

"Any new movies you want to go check out?"

"Nah. You know I don't like movies that much."

"Well, why don't you go for a bike ride in the park while I clean up around here?"

I smiled. "Mom, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to get rid of me."

She laughed a little, but the laugh died quick. She looked down at her plate and idly pushed her scrambled eggs around with her fork. "Honey, can I talk with you about something?"

"Anything, mom."

She sighed. "Well, you know how hard it's been for me since your dad left, and I appreciate all the love and attention that I get from you and my friends. It's just that....well, sometimes I want to cut loose a little bit, you know? I know that sometimes you come home a little drunk or a little high on pot..."

"Mom, I...."

"Shhh, honey. It's OK. I know you're a very responsible young man." She gave me a long, thoughtful look. "And sometimes I want to feel a little free like that too. I ran into a old coworker of mine the other day, and we were talking about this over lunch at the mall. And it's funny, she told me about how she likes to smoke when she's stressed. So I thought back to college and the good times I had."

"You used to smoke up, mom?"

A light smirk. "Oh, honey, there was lots I did. I'm not proud of all of it, but we're adults here. I guess I was going to want you to leave because I wanted a little time to take this pot Lynn gave me and use this pipe I bought and get nice and baked. But I didn't want you to judge me or think less of me."

The prospect of smoking with my mom was too tempting to resist; already my cock was pressing against my shorts. "I'd never think less of you, mom. And you know I smoke too. In fact, if you wanted to smoke together, I think that would be a fun."

Her eyes brightened. She bounced ever so slightly in her chair, making her tits bounce a little. "Would you? I was hoping you would say that, a little. Lynn said that weed these days is much stronger. I don't want to get too knocked on my ass."

"Your ass is firm, mom," I said, smiling. "I'm sure you'll be OK." I worried that maybe I'd moved the flirtation too far, but her smile set me at ease.

About ten minutes later we were sitting together on the couch in the basement, passing her new pipe back and forth. Lynn, whoever she was, had excellent weed; I had a great, full-body buzz going, and it was all I could do to keep my cock from tenting obviously in my jeans. I would have wound up with a thick hard-on regardless, given how potent the marijuana was, but I was especially excited watching mom next to me. Not only was her T-shirt temptingly tight over her tits, the weed seemed to make her movements catlike---she stretched and purred happily, sometimes grazing her body against me. She stretched her arms up over her head and back. When she saw me staring at her tits pressing out as she moved, she looked at me and giggled.

"Well, I can see where your head goes when you're stoned, young man."

"I must admit you paint a very pretty picture."

She put the pipe down and sidled just a little closer to me, her sweatpant-clad thigh pressing against my leg.

"Does all weed make me feel this way?" she cooed.

"I don't know," I said, chuckling a little at her absurd question. "How does it make you feel?"

She traced a hand slowly down her neck and chest, letting it rest just under her breasts. She looked at me and smiled. "I don't know if I should say it out loud." Her eyes were pretty and slitted. She looked happy and relaxed but serious.

"Maybe you should whisper it in my ear," I suggested, placing my hand on her thigh. "It'll be our little secret."

She leaned toward me and put a hand on my thigh. I could feel her hot breath against my ear. "Naughty." A pause, and she pressed her head against mine a little. "I feel....naughty."

I turned to face her. We looked at each other for what felt a long time, sending a silent agreement to each other that we would love each other no matter what happened next.

"Naughty how?" I asked. I kissed her full lips briefly and softly. "Kissing-your-son naughty?"

She brought her hands up to the sides of my face and kissed me again, a little longer, a little harder. "Yes, naughty in a way that makes me want to kiss my son."

I leaned in and we succumbed to a long, full French kiss. I felt the heat and wetness of her tongue, dancing with mine, and the beautiful crush of her breasts against me as we faced each other and kissed hard.

"Making out with your naughty son naughty?" I asked when we broke our kiss, finally.

"Oh, you're not naughty, sugar." She began planting small kisses on my neck, chanting, "You're not, you're not, you're not....Mommy is the naughty one. She's so horny. She wanted this so bad...."

I saw that her right hand had drifted under the elastic band of her sweatpants, and I could see 

her hand move around and around. As she continued to kiss my neck and play with her pussy, I dared to slide a hand under her sweatpants as well. Almost immediately it was enveloped in warm and humid air. I felt the top of her thigh and ran it higher and higher. Her pussy was so soaked I could feel the wetness at the top of her thighs. 

I moved my fingers closer to hers, now busily alternating between rubbing her clit and sliding in and out of her pussy. She kissed me harder, sucking my neck almost, as her fingers yielded and I began fingering her clit, running slow, stoned circles around it. She began fingerfucking herself and we clung closer to each other, now making out hungrily as her ass began to move more urgently, meeting my fingers in a fucking rhythm.

As she moved closer to her orgasm, she broke our kiss and looked at me. As she rode my fingers and hers, her eyes were a mix of horniness, intoxication, and astonishment. Her eyes closed and she let out a long squeal that then collapsed into a sigh. I felt her pussy shudder. I had helped my mom cum.

She rested against me for a long moment, her head buried in my shoulder, panting hard. We were clasping hands, both soaked in her pussy juices.

Then she moved to straddle me. My cock was still thick and pressing against my shorts, and I could feel it leaking precum as it pressed against the pussy I had just helped bring to orgasm. I reflexively brought my hands up to her tits, fondling them slowly, letting my thumbs press against her nipples through the fabric.

"Suck them," she sighed.

I did, right through the fabric, leaving two large wet circles around her nipples until she pulled the stop off. The warmth and heft of her tits were beautiful. I was beside myself with joy, knowing that I would have access to them so much more in the future.

"Again," she said, stoned but urgent. "Suck mommy's big tits."

I did, savoring each nipple, loving the soft feel and warmth of her massive tit flesh. Soon, though, she slowly slid down to the floor. On her knees she unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, pulled them down, and let my cock spring free. A few drips of precum hit her in the face as my cock bounced, and we both laughed.

"Mom, I...."

"Shhhhhhhh," she said. She leaned forward and took my cock in her mouth, taking a few testing sucks of my hardness. "No talking. Mommy says so."

"Yes mommy," I replied. I stretched out and spread my legs wide, letting my mother suck my cock in earnest. Strange how this very adult behavior had made me childlike in a way; I was back to wanting to do anything to please my mother.

Her wet warm saliva was heavenly, and I could hear her muttering with my cock in her mouth, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't bear to take me out of her mouth to talk. But eventually she did.

"You suck too," she said. "I want to see you taking a nice big hit off that pipe while mommy sucks you."

Somehow making mom cum had diminished my buzz, though not my horniness, so I didn't mind taking another hit or two. And there was definitely something erotic about watching her suck my cock as her big eyes looked up at me inhaling deeply. Her cocksucking was beautifully expert. She was drooling, practically slobbering over my cock, alternating between sucking my cock and pulling on it, fondling my balls and licking them. It was hard to tell where my precum ended and her saliva began, but I was enjoying every moment of it. 

I'd been told not to talk, but my buzz erased my interest in following directions too closely. "How long have you wanted this, mommy?" I asked.

She sucked furiously on my cock, as if she hadn't heard, but then stopped. She took the pipe and lighter out of my hand, took a long hit herself, then smiled at me.

"Ever since I noticed you were snooping around mommy's naughty things," she said. "You really should be better at putting things back exactly the way you found them. And making sure you don't leave cum on the pages of mommy's stories."

"'Mommy Needs More,'" I said, smirking, recalling the story I'd discovered in her drawer that set me on this path in the first place.

"And more and more and more from now on," she said. And with that, she was back to sucking me, bobbing her head slowly but urgently. "More and more, sugar."

I probably should have told her that I was about to cum, but I'd sensed that she wanted all of my cum in her mouth. And when she sucked my cock ever more greedily as I spurted and spasmed into that hot, warm wetness, so much of it that some dribbled over her lips and onto her big tits, I knew I needn't have said a thing. What I wanted was the same thing as what she wanted.



Mom Needs More Ch. 04



After my first sexual experience with Mom---both of us deeply stoned, my cumming hard in her mouth---I'd like to say that we rushed madly into a full evening of fucking and sucking. That seems to be what happens in so many of the stories I read. But in truth, that first moment seemed to stun us. Mom swallowed my cum and rose up from the floor to kiss me deeply on the couch. I admit I loved the taste of my cum on her mouth, mostly because I enjoyed the erotic charge of having evidence I'd made my mom my lover, that I could taste it on her tongue. We held each other for a while, silently. When we finally broke our embrace in the living room, Mom sheepishly said, "I should get to bed, sugar."

"Do you want me to join you?"

"Oh, honey, I need to think. This was beautiful and special, but I....I just need a little time to think." She gave me another loving slow kiss on the lips and looked at me, as if to say, This isn't the end of what we've been doing, then walked upstairs slowly. I couldn't help but watch her naked ass as she rose and disappeared.

I slept on the couch a little fitfully, my body warring against its own exhaustion and the excitement of cumming twice with my school counselor, Julie, and once with my own mother. Eventually I drifted off, my brain a confusion of feelings of love and lust. I loved my mother---she raised me, supported me, took care of me in spite of all the chaos of her broken relationship with dad. But the part of me that saw her as a gorgeous, highly fuckable mature woman had overwhelmed me. How was I going to balance those two feelings?

I woke to the smell of eggs and bacon cooking in the kitchen nearby. I was cold in the chill summer morning, naked as I was, but I realized I had a light blanket draped over me---Mom must have put it on me sometime during the night. The pot pipe was put away, our clothes removed from the floor and presumably put in the hamper. Mom's tennis watch on the coffee table was the only evidence she had stripped here last night.

I stood up and, draping the blanket over my shoulders like a massive shawl, walked groggily to the kitchen. I felt a little silly, my cock waggling half-covered, but I was eager to see Mom and try to resolve some of the ambiguity that had fell over last night.

She was tending to a couple of skillets on the stove. Seeing me in the kitchen doorway, she turned to me and smiled. "Hey sugar," she said. 

"Pull up a chair. I'll have breakfast for you in just a sec."

It was as if nothing at all had happened, though if Mom was feeling any remorse over getting baked with her son and then sucking his balls dry, it didn't translate into a compulsion to dress more conservatively. She wore a pair of black sandal wedges that invited my eyes to follow the curves of her calves and thighs up to the denim miniskirt I saw in her shopping bags yesterday. It covered her ass, but just barely; as she leaned over the counter to grab a towel, I could see the delicious crinkle of skin where the tops of her thighs met the bottom of her round ass. I couldn't quite tell if she was wearing panties, but she definitely wasn't wearing a bra. Instead, she sported a blue bikini top that actually covered her tits pretty fully but couldn't disguise her gorgeous cleavage.

"Careful, Mom," I said, pouring some coffee from the carafe on the breakfast nook table. "Bikinis and bacon grease don't go together."

"Oh, I'm fine," she said, giggling. "But thanks for looking out for me." She put together plates for both of us, then sat down, her tits bouncing a little. She caught me looking and smirked.

"Mom, about last night, I just wanted---"

"Let's talk about fucking," she said, firmly. She looked me in the eye firmly, making it clear that she wasn't going to have much patience for evading what happened, or apologizing for it. "Do you know what I did as soon as I got to my bedroom after I was done sucking you off? I started playing with my pussy. My cunt was soaked. I found my clit and just kept stroking, stroking, stroking until I came. And after I did that I found my vibrator and I started getting myself off with that too. One time wasn't enough, so I just kept on making myself feel good."

"Mom, I..."

She held a hand up, pushed on. "I have a butt plug, baby. A nice big one that really fills my ass up. And it has a little vibrating bullet in it. I got that butt plug good and greasy, and I slid it up my ass, and I pushed that button. And then I turned that vibrator on. I was buzzing all over, my pussy was so wet and you should have seen my nipples, how hard they were. And I came so hard, baby. So fucking hard. And I thought about you the whole time.

"So we're not going to have some conversation about feeling regret or shame or anything like that. I think I flirted with you so much, wanted the pot and the tight clothes because I wanted to unlock something very, very deep in me. You helped me do that, and I don't want to close it off again. I spent years with your father hiding the part of me that wanted to be loving and erotic and sexy, and I can't find it in any of the other men I see. They'll stare at my tits or cop a feel of my ass at work or at the mall, but they don't....they don't unlock me, baby. That's what you did. I don't want to cover up anymore. I want to be the woman I deserve to be with you."

I stared silently back at my mother, so consumed by a raging mix of emotions that I practically felt like I was levitating. I was stunned to hear my mother speak so candidly about her sexual need, even a little intimidated. But the erotic charge in me was enormous---she was confessing freely that what she wanted from me was sex, and my cock was fully hard under the table, my balls almost painfully tight. A warmth enveloped me, and I shrugged the blanket off my shoulder.

"Mom?" I asked, looking in her eyes firmly, letting her know that I was game for the erotic life we were getting ready to explore.

"Yes, baby?" She was panting a little.

"How wet is your cunt right now?"

She closed her eyes and shuddered. "Say it again, baby."

"Say what?"

"Cunt."

"Your cunt, mom. Is your pretty dirty cunt getting soaked right now?"

She purred, and opened her eyes, blue and sparkling. Her voice shifted into a lower pitch. "It's been soaked all fucking morning." With that she stood up and walked to me, standing up with her legs astride me as I sat.

"See for yourself."

I ran my hands up her thighs, pulling up the denim miniskirt. Indeed, my mother was going without panties this morning. I ran the index finger of my right hand slowly up her thigh, smelling the fragrant, humid air surrounding her wet pussy, then entered her slit. It was wetly smooth and giving, and mom began moving her hips as I slid one, then two fingers inside her. I took my other hand and began rubbing her clit with my thumb, the rest of my fingers splayed over her warm flat belly.

For a long minute, mom simply reveled quietly in my attentions, pressing or pulling against my fingers and making incoherent but obviously affirming noises. She reached a hand down to my thickly veined cock. Giving it a slight pull, a small short stream of clear precum oozed from my cock and onto her fingers.

"Messy," Mom groaned absently, and licked her fingers.

"I want to make a mess in you, Mom. I want to cum in your pussy."

With that, she snapped out of her dreamy haze and brought herself down to straddle my lap. Expertly grabbing my cock, she rubbed it over her clit, a heightened buzzing that ran between us. We kissed hard, and my hands naturally drifted up to her tits, mauling them over the fabric of her bikini top. As I kissed her again, I leaned forward slightly to undo the bikini top from the back, and my cock head slid into her pussy. I panicked slightly, but she grabbed me before I could pull out.

"Mommy's on the pill, baby," she cooed in my ear. "You can make that big cummy mess in mommy's pussy if you like."

We started fucking, our muscles tightened and every bit of ourselves given to fulfilling the need we felt in each other. Her thighs clutched mine as I grinded my hips up from the kitchen chair. I grabbed her ass cheeks hard, loving the smile on mom's face as she eagerly consumed my rough pawing. I began spanking her ass while sucking on one of her obscenely hard nipples, and I thought I could feel a gush of pussy juice warmly wash my cock with every slap, slap, slap.

"Bruise me, baby," she said between groans.

Eventually I sat up, pulling Mom up with me, and stood behind her, relishing the feeling of my hard wet cock pressed hard against her firm ass cheeks, cupping her big tits and kissing her neck. 

"Bend over, Mom."

"Yes, baby. Fuck Mommy from behind." She did as I asked, pushing our plates of uneaten breakfast away as I grabbed her round hips and guided my cock back inside, deeper than before. Mom let out a low, guttural groan as I fucked her, and I could feel her orgasm physically overtake her, rumbling from her pussy to my cock to the whole of both our bodies. 

"Make that big mess in me, baby! Mommy's cumming! Mommy's gonna fucking cum!" She clutched the tablecloth, and just as her sweating, beautifully curved body stilled, I came, shooting so impossibly hard into my mother's pussy, into her cunt, that I felt for a moment removed from reality. Her hips began moving again, coaxing more and more cum from my engorged cock, my balls beautifully sore as they drained.

As my half-hard cock slid out of my mother, I smiled as fat drips of my cum leaked out of her as well, onto to the clean tile floor. Turning around, she grasped me as if to a lifesaver, her knees wobbly. "Oh, baby boy, she groaned. That's exactly what mommy needed." We kissed each other wetly, lasciviously, binded closer than ever before to our new relationship. I looked forward to more of this fucking from now on.

"So what's the rest of your day going to be like?" she said, laughingly, like a longtime girlfriend, or even a spouse. I sat back down on the chair and she joined me, straddling one thigh. As I caressed her ass and we gave each other small intimate kisses, we talked about our plans for the day. I adored how casually, how freely her tits pressed against my bare chest, loved how we could fuck so casually now and talk about going out to meet a friend or do the laundry. 

In fact, that was Mom's plan---she needed to get laundry done.

"You got dressed up like that just to do laundry?"

"I got dressed up like that to fuck you," she said, kissing me. "And, mission accomplished. I'm betting I'm going to want some more of you later, but right now duty calls."

So, reluctantly, we broke it off. I went upstairs and took a long, warm shower, pulled on some gym shorts and a T-shirt, then scrolled through my emails and Facebook updates. "What's on your mind?" the website prompted me. "Frankly, fucking my mother again," I thought, and smiled at the thought of what would happen if I actually typed those words and clicked "Share." But of course not. What was so exciting, so amazing about what my mother and I were cultivating was that it was so private, this space we reserved for each other where we could indulge our hunger for the other's body.

About 20 minutes later I was lying on my bed flipping through a magazine when there was a knock at the door. I told mom to come in, and she entered, wearing a pair of ass-hugging shorts and a tight white T-shirt that made her nipples plainly visible, even through her bra. My cock was beginning to spring to life, but something in her expression told me she wasn't in the mood.

"I found this in your jeans pocket," she said, handing me a slip of paper. It was the number on which Julie had written her phone number with the name "Mom" on it after our role-playing fuck session the day before. "Care to explain to me what it means?"

"It's n-nothing," I stammered. "It's just..."

"Don't bullshit me," she said. She planted her hands on her hips and stared daggers at me, as if I were no longer her lover but a 9-year-old boy who'd just broken a window. "We don't keep secrets now, baby. Who's this 'Mom'? Tell me or I'll call the number myself."

I sighed and sat up on the bed, then told her the whole thing---how Julie had slowly become more than just a counselor after she divorced her husband, our regular blowjob sessions, and how we had graduated to fucking yesterday, complete with some incest roleplaying. I told her that she was leaving town for the summer but that I should get in touch with her back in August. 

Mom listened patiently as I explained this, her expression softening as I described the slow shift in may relationship with Julie, from flirtation to sex. When I got to the part about the role-playing her countenance turned quizzical, but she no longer seemed mad. When I was done she was quiet for a moment.

"Call her," she said. "Now."

"Call her? Mom, I..."

"Call her and tell her it's over between the two of you. Tell her you've found somebody else." She grabbed the phone from the bedside table and placed it in my hand.

"Mom, you're being a little crazy. Should I tell her I'm dumping her for my mom while I'm at it?"

"Maybe you should! Point is, I don't want to share my baby with anybody else right now."

I had no idea what was running through Mom's brain at this moment. Maybe she was so concerned that I would abandon her that she insisted I commit to her exclusively. We could talk about it more later. For now, though, I had to dial the number and make the call.

Julie perked up immediately once she recognized my voice. "What are you up to, sexy? I was just packing my bags for my trip."

I lay down looking at mom, who was sitting at the foot of the bed. "Nothing much," I said. "Just lying in bed, thinking of you."

Mom's eyes widened at me, and she shot me a look that said, What the fuck do you think you're doing?

"Is that a fact, and what are you thinking about? Are you thinking about how good you fucked mommy's tight pussy yesterday?"

"I am. I am thinking about how I fucked mommy's tight pussy." I stared at Mom as I spoke. 

"Thinking about how hot it was to watch mommy's big tits bounce while I fucked her, and how good it felt to shoot all that thick cum deep in her cunt."

"Oh, baby, are you trying to phonefuck me? You should see the tight shorts I have on right now. I bet you'd love to pull them off, wouldn't you?"

"Yes I would, mommy. I'd love to pull down those tight shorts and watch you play with your pussy." Mom stood up, a little skeptical, but she stood up and hooked her thumbs under the elastic band of her shorts. I put Julie on speakerphone.

"Mmmmmm, baby," Julie cooed. "I love how you look at mommy when she plays with her pussy. You've been making mommy very horny for a very long time now."

Mom nodded at that, and pulled down her shorts.

"Are you playing with your pussy, mommy?"

"Yes I am, baby boy. Mommy's stroking her clit, which is sooooo swollen right now."

My cock was tenting in my shorts. Mom, bottomless, stood a little closer to me by the bed and began stroking her pussy. This close, I could hear her wet stroking.

"Are you naked, mommy? You know I love it when you're completely naked."

"I am, baby boy. Got my big tits ready for you to suck on."

Mom pulled off her T-shirt and bra, tossing the bra playfully over my face. She was into this now.

"Mmmm," I groaned. "And I have a big cock ready for you to suck on."

Mom straddled me, riding my chest, pressing her tits into my face. I couldn't resist taking a nipple into my mouth and sucking it hard.

Julie was perplexed by the long silence. "Are you there?"

"I am....I'm just busy sucking on mommy's big fat tits."

I heard a guttural groan over the speaker. "God, mommy needs such a good fucking," she said, as Mom pulled off my shorts and slid her pussy, beautifully wet again, over my hard cock.

"I know mommy does," I cried, loving the feel of Mom's silky pussy all over again. She began to buck harder, but I put a finger to my lips, cautioning her. "Your baby boy needs some hard fucking too. So much hard fucking, mommy."

"Mmmmmm, mommy wants to be your little fuckslut, do you know that? My pussy is so juicy right now. God, I wish you were here to fuck me for real!"

"Me too, mommy," I groaned, as Mom rode me with a silent intensity. Julie and I kept phonefucking that way, and thought Mom definitely got a little louder as we kept on, I don't think she heard us fucking over her own groans of pleasure. After we came, all three of us, I had wonderfully naughty, uncanny feeling of having fucked my mom twice, simultaneously. But after I hung up on Julie I was grateful to just hold one Mom, my mom, as we relaxed and eased into each other on the bed.

"When she gets back to town," Mom whispered in my ear, "invite her over."



Mom Needs More Ch. 05



Three scenes from the weeks following the beginning of my sexual relationship with my mother:

***

On the morning of my graduation, I still wasn't sharing a bed with mom. We were still a little skittish about things---well, mom was, and she wanted to set some boundaries. But that morning I woke up to the warm, buzzy feeling of her sucking my cock. She gently massaged my tight, full balls with her right hand, while her left hand alternated between stroking my cock and rubbing my leg as she worked to get as much of me in her mouth as she could.

I wanted to pretend I was asleep until I came, but after about five minutes of her sucking my cock, slicking me up with her wet mouth, she could feel me firm my hips and thrust forward slightly to better fill her mouth. She removed her lips from the head of my cock with a wet, sexy pop, and we smiled at each other. 

Wordlessly, she pulled herself up slightly so I could see the thin tank top she was wearing, her nipples obscenely visible through the sheer fabric. When she pulled the top off her tits jiggled. Watching them move, my whole lower body tightened. A drop of precum emerged from the tip of my cock, a sticky wetness to cap off my cock that was still wet from mom's expert sucking.

Mom stroked me slowly, angling my cock against her full tits.

"Cum for mommy, baby," she said. "I'm gonna keep this cum all over my tits all day today, so I know how good my boy makes me feel."

It wasn't long before I came, thick cummy tendrils slapping my mom's chest and lower neck---ropes of cum, one after the other, reckless and beautiful as a splatter painting. 

Purring, she rubbed the thick mess around and around her tits, massaging it into her skin. We kissed and held each other, my softening cock nestled in her thick pubic hair. She was as good as her word that day. Later she would tell me how proud she was of me sitting in the stands watching me get my diploma, and how close she felt to me because my cum was on her skin.

***

At a graduation party I wound up fooling around with a girl I knew from one of my classes. Her name was Katie and she was fat in what I thought a very sexy way---wide, round hips and a curvy ass that ratched up and down nicely when she walked, full tits that she liked to emphasize with low-cut v-neck tops, and a cherubic face highlighted with hornrimmed glasses and her preferred fuck-me red lipstick. Mom was my ideal as far as body types went, but I loved curves in general, and Katie projected a lot more confidence and sexiness than a lot of the skinny girls I knew.

She must have noticed me looking at her and thinking about this as I stood in the corner of a busy apartment living room, working on my third red plastic cup of Jack and coke. Holding a beer bottle, she came over to me, only a little slightly stumbly, and said hello. She placed a hand on my shoulder and stood close to me, her tits nearly touching my chest. She was wearing a flowing green dress cut above the knee and displaying plenty of cleavage. I put a hand on her lower back as we said hello, getting into each other's personal space more than we would if we were sober.

She cut off the small talk quickly. "So you were the one who was always checking out my ass in sociology," she said, smiling.

"I don't think I was the only one," I said.

She leaned me a little more. My hand slipped lower, practically cupping her ass. Nobody was watching.

"Well," she said, taking a pull from her beer, "you were the one I noticed."

Pretty soon we were kissing. A drunk frat boy passed us on his way to the kitchen and gave me a judgmental look that seemed to say, "Way to lower your standards with the fat chick." I shot him a look that tried to say, Fuck you. This girl with unbelievable curves is all over me.

Katie and I found a closet, where we began going at each other more intensely. I groaned something about how sexy I thought her ass was, and she turned to let me grind against it. My hands pawed at her tits roughly while she circled her hips, expertly enough to make me wonder if she was giving lap dances for money on the side. My hands drifted down over her belly and down between her legs. I could feel how soaked her panties were, and she didn't pause as I let my fingers slide under her panties and started fingering her clit.

She ground her ass even harder against me, to the point where I felt like I could nearly have cum in my jeans. I stroked faster, my fingers slick with her pussy juice, as she bucked harder, muttering nonsensically. Soon, though, as her orgasm overtook her, her words became a little louder and clearer. "Oh, fuck, yes, daddy," she groaned. "Do me, daddy." Her body tensed and she came, releasing a small squeal. She turned around and held me, and I ran my slick-fingered hand through her long black hair. "Fuck yes, daddy," she groaned. 

Everybody's got a thing.

***

A few days later, mom had to leave town. Once a year she had to head out west to deal with legal issues relating to both her divorce from dad and her family estate. It was usually pro forma stuff---signing the paperwork that made sure she was free to receive the money that kept the roof over our heads and made sure she didn't have to work---but this trip was more frustrating than usual, for obvious reasons. We'd just started getting comfortable with each other sexually, and now she had to disappear for a week.

We handled it in a way a married couple might. The night before we went out to dinner at one of the fancier restaurants in the city. I put a blazer over my white button-down shirt, open at the collar, and mom dressed in what half-jokingly called "business fuckable": four-inch black heels, a pencil skirt molded to her hips, a tightly tailored robin's egg blue blouse that hugged her tits. Lest she look too provocative bouncing down the street showing off her spectacular chest, she threw on a scarf. It didn't exactly hide her stellar rack, but it signaled a passing respect for modesty in public.

We talked casually as we had dinner---about some sightseeing she wanted to do in San Francisco while she was there, about some job interviews I had planned over the next couple of months. Rubbing my leg with her foot under the table, she asked what sort of trouble I'd be getting into while she was away.

"Oh, you know, mom," I said. "Smoke weed and jack off all day."

She smirked. "Well, lucky you, mister graduate. But you know I gave the rest of that pot back to Lynn, right?"

"No. Why?"

Her foot disappeared. She sat up a little straighter. "Sugar, I don't need it, not with you. It was fun to smoke with you, but now that we're comfortable with each other...."

"You don't need weed to get your pussy wet with me," I said, softly.

"I don't need weed to know I want your cock," she said, softer.

Mom idly stroked my cock with her right hand as she drove us home after dinner. "You should do more than just hang around at home while I'm away," she said. "Hang out with friends, see a movie, go on a date."

"Would you be OK with me going on a date?" I asked. I thought about Katie, but she was spending the month in Europe with her family.

Stoplight. She looked at me, stroked me a little more slowly. "I don't own you, sweetheart. I love you. I love you like a son, and I love you like a lover. But you're young and you should enjoy a lot of things in life. I hope that I'm a woman that you can always come home to, and I hope I can be that woman for you. But you shouldn't feel shy about living a little."

My cock thickened at her words and her touch. As we moved again, I asked, "What about you, mom? Are you going to find somebody while you're in San Francisco?"

"I'm not sure," she said, a little dreamily. We pulled into the garage and mom unlatched her seatbelt and began hungrily sucking my cock. 

"Would you mind if mommy sucked somebody else's dick, baby boy?"

"No, mom."

"If your mom let a big dick, almost as big as yours, in her pussy?"

"Only if you told me all about it later," I groaned.

"What if I let another woman eat mommy's pussy?" she asked. I could feel her adjust herself as she kept sucking my cock. She had moved a hand between her legs.

"Do you like having you a woman eat your pussy, mommy?"

"Mmmmmmmm, yes, yes, yes," she said, and sucked me until I helplessly blasted my load in my mother's mouth.

***

We shared the bed that night, mom letting me fuck her pussy, coming twice before I filled her with another load of cum. The next morning we hugged and made out a little before she left for the airport, promising to check in on each other. And then I was by myself.

I flipped channels, texted with a friend ("dude what wz w/u and teh fat chick?" "dont knock it til u tried it..."), looked at the websites of a couple of the companies I was going to interview with next month. (I studied business, and my father was in the chemical industry; he'd arranged some meetings with sales VPs at a few places, as a favor to my mom.) I checked my email and a new message appeared:

From: Lynn Smith

Subject: Coming Over?

Hi there! Congratulations, graduate! I'm so sorry I missed the festivities, but I'm sure you're having a good time before the real world shows up at your door. :) We haven't met, but your mom speaks so well of you. I know she's out of town, but there's something she left me that I need to pick up. Is it OK if I come by this afternoon?

XO,

Lynn

I wrote her a quick note saying that'd be fine.

I couldn't help but be nervous as I waited for her to arrive, though I really had no idea what to expect---or, really, if I should expect anything. She was a friend and former coworker of mom's who liked to smoke weed, that's all. Still, my past few weeks had been so hypersexed that I couldn't help but wonder if she was attractive, especially with mom giving me the go-ahead to meet other women. Would she feel the same way if it was with a friend?

She was punctual in a manner unbefitting a pot-smoker: At exactly 2 p.m. the doorbell rang and I went downstairs to greet her. I'd dressed up, a little---a red polo shirt, khakis, and topsiders instead of my usually shorts, T-shirt, and flip-flops. 

"Hi there!" Lynn said, cheerily, giving me a hug as she stepped into the house. Stepping back, she put her hands on my hips and openly looked me over. "My goodness, your mother wasn't joking about how handsome you are!"

I put my hands on her hips and smiled back. "Thank you. Clearly my mother only consorts with gorgeous women."

Too forward, you think? I had a good excuse. Her top was the same T-shirt with the word "Flirt" on it that mom had, clinging tightly over her very full tits---bigger than mom's, clearly. She was wearing trainers and workout shorts---the kind that clung tight against her thighs, ass, and pussy mound. She had a great athletic figure, though more rounded than your average female athlete---and a little older, since she appeared to be my mother's age. In any event, she was a walking turn-on, and her top suggested she didn't mind flaunting it.

"You're sweet," she said. "Of course, I confess I paid a little more for my figure then your sexy mom did." She took her hands off my hips and coquettishly hefted her tits. Fake.

"You look great. My mom has that same shirt."

"I know! We each bought one last time we were out. I love shopping with your mom. We wind up getting a lot of the same things."

Eager to play the good host, I offered her a seat on the couch and a glass of water. I asked her how she got to know my mom and she gave me a quick history lesson. They went to college together and became friends, running in the same circles and going to the same parties. They grew distant after graduating, but Lynn moved back to town about five years ago and began working in the same real-estate office. Like my mom, Lynn didn't need the money, but it was a nice way to get out of the house and feel productive. She'd never married. 

"I never wanted to feel too settled down, you know?" she said, as I handed her a glass and sat next to her on the couch.

"Are you dating anybody?"

"Well, why ever do you ask, sir?" she asked in a fake Southern belle accent. She dipped two fingers in the ice water and ran them along her neck, cooling herself. "Seriously, there's a guy I see. But I think he's only in it for the sex."

"What are you in it for?"

She laughed. "The sex, I guess. He's great at that, I admit. But I get bored easy if it's just that. I wish there was somebody I was on the same wavelength with, do the same stuff and just have fun..."

"Sounds like you should be dating my mom."

She gave me a look I couldn't quite make sense of. The temperature seemed to change. "Yeesh, I almost forgot I came here to pick up something! That's what I get for getting distracted by my best friend's handsome son. She said to ask you to get it---it's in a box by her nightstand."

I told her to make herself at home while I got it and she theatrically flopped back on the couch, smiling as her tits jiggled.

Mom kept her bedroom---our bedroom---clean and the box was easy to spot. I couldn't help but open the lid and look inside. It was a butt plug, the same kind my mom had, with a vibrator insert. Electric-blue silicone with a thick head. A small bottle of lube was nestled in the box as well. Clearly she and Lynn were talking about sex pretty intimately. 

As I came back in the living room she sat up and straightened her shirt---a gesture of modesty, though in this case it only accentuated the size and shape of her massive, flirty, porn-star tits. 

"Did you peek?" she asked.

"Of course."

She actually blushed, a little. "What do you think? Do you and your mom talk about this stuff?"

"We talk about sex, yes. We talk about how if you're not hurting anybody, you have every right to make yourself feel good." I sat back on the couch and handed her the box.

"Do you want to know a secret?" she said.

"Sure."

"Promise not to tell your mom I told you this?"

"Promise."

"Pinky swear," she said, holding up her left pinky. I hooked It with my right one, but we were quickly holding hands---the sexual tension in the room had just elevated.

"What's the secret, Lynn?"

She looked at me holding her hand, then into my eyes. "I have such a huge crush on your mom." She grabbed my hand tighter, almost pleadingly. "You're OK with me telling you this, right?"

I nodded.

"I don't know if I'm a lesbian or whatever. Don't care if I am. When she told me that she likes butt plugs, I wanted to find out for myself. When she told me that she wanted to get high like I do sometimes I was so happy to do something for her. Though I was bummed when she decided to give it back to me, like she never even smoked it."

"She did. We smoked it together."

"Really? That's so great. I'm so happy to hear that." I wondered if she was going to ask for more details, but she didn't. Instead she hugged me---not that there was any reason to, but I loved the feel of her against me. I rubbed her back, felt the back of her bra. As we broke our embrace on the couch, I decided to be more forward.

"And these?" I said, lightly cupping her tits. "Did you get these to be more like my mom?"

She looked at me, lust burning in her eyes, and nodded. 

We kissed, deeply, my hands mauling her tits, then her hips and ass. I leaned back and let her climb on top of me on the couch. She thrust her crotch against mine as we made out for a long ecstatic minute. She sat up and pulled off her "Flirt" top while I yanked off my polo. Her bra wasn't particularly sexy---no lace---but I loved the wide shoulder straps and their tacit assertion that a lot of titweight needed carrying on Lynn's sexy body. As I unhooked her, her crotch ground deeper against mine.

Her bra slipped off and I hungrily sucked on her massive tits, running my hot tongue over her hard nipples. Lynn unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants, so eagerly she almost tore the button off.

"I want it in me," she gasped.

"My cock, Lynn?"

"Fuck, yes, baby, your fucking cock. I want you to fuck me with your fucking cock. Deep fucking dick me, you fucking man. But I mean the butt plug. I need my ass filled good."

We made our way to my mother's bedroom---I knew Lynn would only be more excited at the prospect of fucking in the same room of the woman she was crushed out on. I pulled off my pants, then gently guided my mom's big-titted best friend to lie down on the bed while I pulled off her workout shorts and panties. The shorts already had a wet spot that made it clear how turned on she was, and I could tell from the sight of her glistening shaved pussy, and the sweet humid smell of it, that she was more than ready. 

I spread her legs and, kneeling at the foot of the bed, began eating her pussy, splitting the wet lips of her cunt with my tongue and working my way up to the swollen nub of her clit. Her hips circled while I ate her, smearing her juices around my face. I grabbed her firm ass cheeks and spread them.

I stopped and looked up at her. "Do you want to get that big toy in your tight ass now?" Her face was flushed. She nodded fervently. I kissed her---I couldn't resist it, she was so turned on, so ready for whatever was coming next. I took out the butt plug and squeezed out a very healthy amount of lube on the tip, smearing it around. 

She watched me do this as if in awe, deeply eager for the toy to go in her ass, where it belonged.

Without saying anything, she got on all fours, presenting her ass to me. Her asshole was beautifully pink and puckered. I slowly began pressing the toy into Lynn's ass, feeling her resist at first as the head pushed more fully in her. But eventually her sphincter muscles relaxed and it was in. She let out a sigh of relief, even wiggled her ass a little.

I lay down on the bed, my prick sticking out obscenely, precum stickily oozing out. She straddled my chest, her pussy tantalizingly close to my mouth again. 

"Baby?"

"Yes, Lynn?"

"You eat my pussy so good. Can you eat it some more?"

"As much as you want."

She moved up closer, grabbing the headboard of my mom's bed, her fake rounded tits pressing against the wood. I gave her pussy a couple of teasing licks before sucking her pussy again in earnest.

"Baby, when I tell you, I need you to push that little button on the vibrator," she groaned. "Will you do that?"

I moaned an assent, my mouth too busy sucking her cunt to say yes, and then she began rocking her hips in wide circles on my face. "Oh, fuck, yes, baby, I can't believe I'm fucking you. So fucking good. Make my pussy feel good, baby boy."

I thrust my tongue deep into her pussy, grabbed her ass harder. 

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," she groaned. "Do it. Push the fucking button."

I did, and she began bouncing on my face with such fervor I was worried she'd bust my nose. In fierce wide thrusts she pumped her hips, not even caring anymore about my tongue doing anything to her pussy, just riding the feeling of the vibrating plug, radiating pleasure throughout her body. She tightened for a long moment, cumming.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHH. FUUUUUUUUCK," she cried. "Still cummmmmmmmmmmmming," she said. Then, quickly, crazily, she impaled herself on my cock, my dick slurped up quickly in her gushing pussy. 

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck," she chanted. "Cummingcummingcummingcummingcumming."

Her tits bouncing crazily, her tight pussy like a vacuum, I came inside the cunt of my mom's best friend. It felt like a gallon of cum was shooting out of me---I was as out of control as she was. She didn't protest my sudden eruption inside her. If anything she pressed herself even more firmly inside of her, eager to take in every drop of me, even though I could tell that a thick hot mess of cum and pussy juice was already leaking out of her, coating my pubic hair.




Mom Needs Satisfaction Ch. 01



It all started about eight months after my dad died. My mom, being a very attractive woman for her age (39). She couldn't bring herself to go out with another man and I could tell that she was becoming more and more sexually frustrated as time went on. I was 18 at the time and had never been with a girl. One night as we sat watching TV I asked her.

"Why don't you start dating mom?".

"With work and taking care of you I just don't have the time" she answered.

I didn't saying anything more as we watched the movie. The movie was a pretty spicy one with a lot of sex scenes in it. Mom was sitting next to me on the couch and out of the corner of my eye I could see her fidgeting and shifting her body around each time a love scene came on. You could tell that she was getting turned-on.

I had on nothing but my pajama bottoms and watching her squirm gave me a boner. Then as I glanced over at her I caught her looking down at the bulge in my pajamas. Knowing she was looking at my crouch made my cock jump. She pretended she didn't notice and went back to watching the movie, but I know she saw it jump by the smile on her face. 

When the movie ended she said she was going to bed. I watched her as she got up and headed down the hall towards her bedroom. Her ass swayed from side to side and I couldn't help but think how beautiful she was. Lately I had noticed that she would every now and again slip down to the basement for a while, but I had no idea why.

I stayed up and watched TV for little while then shut it off and headed for bed. As I passed by the door to the basement I noticed there was light coming from under the bedroom door in the basement. Quietly I snuck down the stairs and put my ear up to the door. I could hear soft moaning coming from within and it sounded as if my mom was masturbating.

With the thought of this in my mind I hurried to my bedroom where I pounded my meat thinking about her masturbating. After getting myself off I lay there thinking what it would be like to see her masturbate. That’s when I came up with the idea of hiding my video camera in the basement bedroom and taping her.

The next day after she left for work I setup and hid my video camera in the room. That night I got her to watch another sexy movie with me. Just before the end of the movie I got up and pretended to go to the bathroom. I went to down in the basement and started the video camera, then came back upstairs to the living room. 

After the movie she got up and said she was going to bed. I watched as she left the room. She went into the kitchen and I heard the door to the basement open as she made her way downstairs. I ran to my room and jacked off knowing she was being filmed. 

In the morning after she left for work I hurried downstairs and retrieved the tape. I rushed down and put it in the VCR. The tape was black (I had forgotten that without a light on it would be total darkness) then suddenly I saw her as she turned the light on beside the bed.

I sat there glued to the TV and watched as she started to undress. I watched as she undid her blouse and took it off revealing her lovely breasts. Then she reached down and slid her pants off and crawled onto the bed. I felt my cock getting hard so I pulled it out and stroked it as I watched the tape.

She took a book out of the night stand drawer and began reading it. I thought, "Damn is she just going to lay there and read a book?". Then after a few minutes I saw her reach down and slip her hand into her panties and start massaging her mound as she continued reading.

Then she slid her hand further down into her panties as she laid the book down on her chest. She spread her legs wide and began to play with her pussy. After a few minutes she took and removed her panties and pulled her legs up to her chest and began rubbing and fingering herself.

I started to beat my meat as I watched her fingering herself. I could hear her moaning as she played with her pussy. She then reached over beside her and pulled out a 10" vibrator and slipped it into her wet fuck hole and started to fuck her pussy with it. 

Before I knew it I was pounding my cock just as hard as I could while watching my mom on tape. I exploded sending my cum flying into the air just as my mom reached her orgasm. She lay there for a minute then turned the light off and went to bed.

I sat there catching my breath and started to wondered what it would be like to fuck her. The more I thought about it the more I wanted her. That’s when I decided to try to lure her into bed.

That night at dinner I asked her whatever had happened to dad’s collection of porno tapes. She looked at me with a strange look on her face. 

"How do you know about them?" she asked.

"Hell I could hear them when ever you two watched them in your room" I replied.

"You could?" she asked

"Yea, through the wall" I answered.

"I never thought about that,” she said. 

"Well, what did you do with them after dad died?" I asked again.

"I have them put away" she told me.

"Can I have them?" I asked, "after all I am 18 now".

She paused for a moment looking at me then said, "I guess, if you really want them. After all your not a child anymore".

She got up and disappeared into her bedroom then came out carrying a box. It was full of movies, there must have been around 50 or more. I sat there and went though the box looking at them as she sat watching me. 

"Now remember don't you tell anyone about those" she said.

"I won't mom" I replied. Then I asked her, "Did you ever watch these with dad?".

"Yes, we use to watch them together" she answered as she blushed.

"Wow, I'm going to watch one tonight" I said grabbing the box and heading for the living room.

"Before you do young man I want you to take a shower and get ready for bed" she yelled out

I put the box down next to the TV and went and took a shower. Afterwards I put on nothing but my robe and came back out. My mom was in the kitchen doing dishes. I put in one of the movies and sat down on the couch. Before I knew it I had a hard-on from watching the movie. Then I heard something move behind me and when I turned around I saw my mom standing next to the couch watching the movie.

"Come on, sit down and watch" I said. 

"No it isn't right, I'm your mother and I shouldn't be watching them with you" she said.

"Why not? You watched them with dad" I replied.

"That was different,” she said.

"Ah hell, nobody would know" I said, "Come on" I pleaded.

She came over and sat down on the other end of the couch from me and started watching. It was a hot movie with a lot of oral sex. As we watched I noticed her start to squirm like she did the other night. I decided to give her a little show so I moved my legs letting my robe slightly fall open revealing my balls. Sure enough she started to take quick glances over at my crouch. 

By now I had a raging hard-on and she couldn't help but see the bulge in my robe. I heard her breathing become heavier as she watched the movie and me. She hadn't changed clothes after she came from work so she was still in her dress. I was so horny hat I wanted to just grab her and pull her panties down and fuck her right then and there, but I knew I couldn't do that. I had to get her fully aroused first before I tried anything. 

With out a word I stretched out across the couch and lay my head down on her lap. She froze as I did but didn't say anything. I could smell the sweet aroma of her body as I lay there. Then I felt her hand on my head as she ran her fingers through my hair. I repositioned myself letting my hand come to rest on her thigh. Slowly I began to rub her leg and as I did I could hear her heart beating faster and faster. 

My hand crept up under her dress till it was at the V in her panties. She gasped as she felt my hand touch her mound. Then as I started to softly rub her mound she let out a soft moan. I slipped my fingers into her panties and ran them through the silky hair of her pussy. 

"We better stop" she said as she pushed me away.

It was to late to stop, I had to have her even if meant raping her. I grabbed hold of her legs and pulled her down and swung her around till she was laying flat on the couch. Before she could say anything I was on top of her. I reached down and put my hand up under her dress and started rubbing the crouch of her panties. Her panties were soaking wet from her love juices. 

"Stop Mark, this is wrong, please don't,” she cried as she squirmed under me trying to get away.

I grabbed hold of the crouch of her panties and slid my fingers inside. Her pussy was so wet and my fingers found the target. She felt my fingers rub her swollen clit and it sent a wave of excitement through her body.

"Ohhh goddd, please stop, we can't" she moaned as I rubbed her clit.

"You know you want it just as much as I do" I whispered as I kiss her neck.

She resisted as I tried to kiss her on the lips but the feel of my fingers toying with her clit brought out the desire within and finally her lips parted allowing my tongue to slip into her mouth. We were now locked in a passionate kiss as I took her hand and guided it down to my throbbing cock. She sighed as she wrapped her fingers around it and began to jack it up and down. 

I slid my hand back into her panties and played with her wet pussy. As I did she moaned and spread her legs wide giveing me full access to her horny pussy. We lay there kissing and feeling each other out for awhile. Then I pulled the couch of her panties to one side and scooted up till the head of my cock slipped between her wet pussy lips. As she felt my cock entering her she let out a long sigh of relief. 

"Thats it, lay still and let it happen, let me fill your pussy with pleasure" I said as I pushed my cock all the way into her wet love tunnel.

" If were going to do it, then lets go down in the basement" she moaned.

I stood up and she took my the hand and led me down to the bedroom in the basement.

Once in the bedroom I took her in my arms and kissed her. I reached around and unzipped her dress letting it fall to the floor. She was overcome with passion as she opened my robe and started kissing and licking my chest. She then sank to the floor in front of me and took my cock into her warm mouth.

Her tongue worked its way up and down my shaft as she played with my balls. I had never been sucked and let me tell you it felt wonderful. Soon she was sucking me like mad and I could feel my cock enlarging as I grow closer and closer to exploding. 

"Oh mom that feels so good, make me cum in your mouth" I cried out. 

Then she wrapped her hand around it and started jacking it as she sucked. This sent me over the edge and I exploded shooting my cum down her throat. My legs crumpled from under me and I came down sitting on the edge of the bed. She just knelt there between my legs licking up all my cum.

Then she stood up in front of me and took her panties down. I leaned forward and nozzled my face in her mound as I reached behind her and cupped my hands on the soft cheeks of her ass.

"Oh mom, let me smell and taste your pussy,” I said in a low voice as I pressed my face against her mound.

She crawled onto the bed and spread her legs letting me see my first pussy. It was glistening from her love juices and I could smell her sweet aroma as I lowered my face down between her legs. I kissed her inner thighs then her pussy lips. I wanted to take my time and enjoy every minute of it.

"Ohhh goddd, lick me sweetheart" she moaned as she felt my tongue slip into her wet pussy.

Slowly I started to lick up and down her slit and as my tongue touched her clit she let out a loud moan of delight. I then stuck my tongue in her pussy hole as deep as I could and wiggled it around. The feel of my tongue inside her and my nose rubbing her clit drove her wild.

"Don't stop baby, your going to make me cum, Ohh Yess that’s it, I'm Cumming" she blurted out as her body started to jerk and shake.

My cock was hard again and all I wanted was to stick it in her pussy. So I crawled up and lowered my cock down till the head of it slipped between her pussy lips and into her waiting love hole.

"Put it in me, I want to feel your cock deep inside me honey" she moaned. I gave a push and felt it slide deep inside her. Her pussy was so wet and tight as I started to slowly fuck her. The feel of her pussy throbbing around my cock was incredible and it took everything I had to keep from exploding. 

I leaned over and pulled her bra up and sucked on her hard nipples. She gasped as I sucked her breasts and started to move her pussy up and down with each stroke of my cock. Her pussy was contracting like mad and it was making me want to explode. She must have felt my need to cum.

"Do it sweetheat, squirt your cum in me, I want to feel that cock of your's explode inside my pussy" she whispered in my ear.

That was all it took, my cock exploded flooding her pussy with cum.

"OHHH YESSS I feel it, I feel you’re hot cum splashing inside me,” she yelled out as she lifted her legs high in the air. 

"I'm cumming too baby, keep fucking me, I'm going to cum all over your cock" she said as she let go with a powerful orgasm.

I collapsed on top of her and she cradled me in her arms till we both fell asleep.

The next morning at the breakfast table she told me that the two of us needed to talk. I thought to myself "Oh no, here comes the lecture on how we shouldn't have done what we did". Hell I knew it was to good to be true and now she was going to tell me how wrong it was.

"I don't know how to say this so I just come straight out with it. We need to make different sleeping arrangements,” she said with a smile

"After all you’re the man of the house now and its only right that you sleep in the main bed" she continued.

"You mean with you?" I asked.

"Well of course, who else?" she answered with a big smile.

I got up and took her in my arms and kissed her and said, "I love you mom".

"I love you too son and you've made me so happy" she said as she reached down and rubbed my crouch. 

From that day on we have been lovers.



Mom Needs Satisfaction Ch. 02



Mom and I have a great sex life together but the other night while watching a porn movie I noticed how dam aroused she became. It was about a guy who brought a friend home that needed a place to stay for the night. After her husband fell asleep she went downstairs and seduced his friend.

That night my mom fucked me a wild animal. She was so turned-on from watching the movie that I got and idea. Why not see if see would seduce one of my friends? So I put my plan into action. The next morning as we sat eating breakfast I asked.

"So did you enjoy the movie last night?"

"Yea it was quite arousing," she said.

"Did you ever screw around on dad?" I asked.

"NO, I stay true to him" she answered.

"Hell maybe you should have, after all your one hell of a woman" I said.

"Yea right" she said in a cocky voice.

"You are, hell my friend David thinks your a fox" I said setting the foundation.

"OH REALLY?" she replied

"Yea, every time he's over, all he talks about is how attractive you are" I told her.

She smiled and finished her coffee then headed for work. After she left I went down to the guest bedroom in the basement. My dad had finished building it just before he died. The one wall adjoined the laundry room and I thought to myself that this would be a perfect place to put a spy hole. From this angle I could see the whole bed. So I went to work.

I drilled out a 2-inch spy hole; I then concealed it with a picture. Looking through the spy hole you could see just about everything in the room. 

Then I installed a hidden microphone near the head of the bed and hooked it to a receiver that I had put in the laundry room. With the headphones on you could hear a pin drop. This way if they whispered I could hear them. I was all set, now all I had to do was get the two of them together.

Over the next few days I dropped hints about seducing my friend to her. We watched another movie that had something to do with seducing a friend and again she got real horny watching it. 

On Friday I called David asked if he was doing anything that night. Then I asked him if he'd like to come over and spend the night and watch some porno movies. That's all it took, he said he'd be over. Now David is a year older then me, he's 19 and works out lifting weights.

I called my mom at work and asked if it was okay if David spent the night. She paused for a minute then said okay. David arrived before my mom got home so the two of us watched a porno. Trying to make everything perfect I decided to make dinner so my mom could just relax. 

I had dinner on the table when she got home. I poured her a glass of wine and handed it to her as she came through the door. She was exhausted so she went into the living room and sat down on the couch. I introduced David to her and told him to just sit and talk to my mom while I finished dinner.

I was hoping that leaving the two of them alone together would start the ball rolling. As I set the table I heard my mom and David start laughing. I went into the living room to see what was so funny. 

"Oh David just told me a cute joke," my mom said.

"What's the difference between a mudder fucker and a mother fucker?" He asked.

"I don't know?" I replied

"A mudder fucker is someone that has never fucked his mother" he answered.

Of course I didn't find it funny but my for some reason my mom did and that's all that mattered. I pour her another glass of wine and went back out to the kitchen. At the dinner table I decided to start trying to get aroused.

"Have you been working out lately?" I asked David.

"Yea, I go to gym every other day" he answered.

"How much are you bench pressing?" I asked

"About 250 lbs." he replied.

"Show my mom your chest" I asked him

"You won't believe his biceps" I told her.

David got up and slowly pulled his shirt up and over his head revealing his chest to my mom. My mom gasped at the sight of his muscular chest. I could see the lust in her eye's as she watched him. My plan seemed to be working. Then as David made his biceps jiggle up and down and my mom giggled as she watched, then she glanced down at the bulge in his pants.

"Wow, your built for young man" she said

After dinner I told them to go in and relax and I would do the dishes. I wanted them to be alone for awhile hoping they would become attracted to one another. By now my mom had drank about 4 glasses of wine and was now having a rum & coke. David was still sitting there with his shirt off and each time I came into the room I saw my mom starring at him more and more. 

"Why don't you go get into something more comfortable" I told my mom.

"That's a good idea" she said, "I need to take a shower anyhow".

I watched as she got up and staggered across the room. After she left I put in a porno and sat down and we started watching it. I glanced over and saw that David was sporting a hard-on. My plan was semi-working. David was horny, now I just had to make sure my mom was horny. 

"I'll be back in a minute" I told David.

I got up and went down the hall to my mom's bedroom door. I stopped and put my ear up to it to see if I could hear her. Sure enough I heard her moaning, so I very quietly opened the door and peeked in. She was standing in front of the mirror naked with her hand between her legs.

This wasn't suppose to happen, I didn't want her to masturbate. I knew I had to stop her before she had an orgasm. I quietly stepped in and closed the door and walked up behind her. The smell of her freshly washed body was enticing and I felt my cock come to life. 

I wrapped my arm around her waist and kissed her on the neck as my other hand reached down and slid between her legs. She let out a low moan and laid her head back on my shoulder as I toyed with her pussy. Her pussy and inner thighs were soaking wet from her love juices. 

"I bet that feels good" I whispered in her ear.

"Ummmmm," she moaned

Then I touched her swollen clit and it sent a wave of electricity surging through her body. I then slid my finger down and slipped into her wet pussy hole and fingered her. She closed her eyes and started to wiggle her pussy back and forth trying to fuck my finger. She was breathing heavy and I could tell she was fully aroused and in need.

"Oh god baby, I need it so bad" she whimpered.

"How bad?" I asked

"Real bad, I'm so fuckin turned-on, I need your cock in me" she replied.

"Good, that's what I want to hear but I want you to get so dam horny you can't stand it" I told her. 

"I am, pleassse fuck me" she begged.

"No, not now and I don't want you to have and orgasm yet so don't you dare masturbate" I replied. 

"Now hurry up and put something nice on and come back out" I said as I with drew my finger from her pussy.

I leaned over and gave her a tender kiss and lick on her neck sending chills up and down her spine. Then I backed away and left the room leaving her standing there sexually frustrated.

I went back and joined David in the living room. I knew my mom was sexually aroused but I had to figure a way to get her and David together. I knew she had to be totally turned-on by him before she would do anything. "But how?"

"I don't know about you but I'm going to get comfortable" I said as I stood up and stripped down to my briefs.

"Won't your mom get mad or embarrassed when she comes back?" he asked.

"Nah, she's use to it, I lounge around at night like this all the time. You can to if you want, it won't bother her" I said.

David got up and stripped down to his boxer shorts. We were both sitting on the couch in our briefs watching the movie when she walked into the room. My eyes about popped out of my head when I saw what she was wearing. She had on her short white silk robe that barely covered her ass. I could see through the thin material that she didn't have a bra or panties on. 

"Come sit between us" I said as I patted the couch.

"I don't know if I should, you guys are watching a porno and might get the wrong idea" she replied.

"Hell, you've watched them before" I said.

"Yea, but never with two young men" she laughed as she crossed the room and sat down between us.

"Anyone thirsty?" I asked.

"Sure" said David.

"I could go for a rum and coke" my mom replied.

I got up and went into the kitchen and got David and me a pop and made my mom a good stiff drink. As I re-entered the room I saw my mom looking down at David's boner. Seeing her looking at him made my cock jump in my briefs. This is what I was hoping for, I wanted my mom to seduce and fuck David.

The three of us sat there watching the movie and as we did I noticed my mom looking out the corner of her eye at David. She started to cross and uncross her legs as she watched the movie, and David. 

Then I noticed her tongue lightly licking her upper lip. This has always been a sign that she was in the mood for sex. I knew now she was ready and it was time for me to leave them alone and let nature take its course. I sat there for a few more minutes and finished my pop.

"I hate to be a party pooper, but I'm going to bed" I said as I got up and yawned.

"You two can watch the rest of the movie if you want, but I'm going to bed. My mom will show you where you're sleeping David" I said as I headed down the hallway leaving them alone on the couch. 

Once out of sight I turned and made my way down to the basement. I turned on the nightlight in the guestroom and removed the picture that was covering the spy hole I had made. Then I made my way back upstairs and went to my room.

I lay there and waited for about 15 minutes then I got up and quietly made my way back down the hall. I peeked around the corner into the living room to see what was going on, but they weren't there. I knew they must be down in the basement. 

I quietly made my way down the basement stairs. The door to the guestroom was shut but I could hear them quietly talking, so I went into the laundry room and quietly closed the door. I put the headphones on and sat down on the stool. I put my eye up to the spy hole and started watching. 

David was lying on the bed in his boxer shorts and my mom was sitting on the edge of the bed with her arm straddled over him. She looked so seductive sitting there. Her robe was slightly open at the top and her gorgeous legs were crossed with her thighs showing.

"You're a very attractive young man," she said in a low sexy voice as she let her eyes wondered up and down his body.

Then she placed her hand on his chest and started to lightly rub his biceps. I could see the desire on her face as she rubbed his chest. David just lay there enjoying the feel of my mom's hand touching him. She ran her hand down over his belly then back up over his chest. As she did, she saw his cock jump in his underwear. Seeing his cock jump made her love juices stream down out of her pussy. She couldn't wait any longer.

"Oh David, I want you" she whispered in a sexy voice as she bent over and started kissing his chest.

She started kissing and licking him with a full tongue then she sucked on his nipples as she reached down and placed her hand on his crotch. Slowly she rubbed his bulge, and then she slipped her hand into the fly of his boxers and fondled his cock.

My cock was throbbing hard by now so I took and slid my underwear down and started to stroke it while I watch the two of them. My mom licked down over his belly then pulled his underwear down revealing his hard cock. She took it in her hand and kissed the tip of it, then rubbed her face against it.

"God it's so nice and hard," she said as she closed her eyes and rubbed it across her wet lips.

She began to lick up and down the shaft and as she did David closed his eyes and moaned with delight. Then she opened her mouth and took the head of his cock in and began sucking it. Soon she was bobbing her head up and down his cock. 

Seeing this was the first time David had ever had his cock sucked it didn't take long till he exploded shooting his wad down my mothers throat.

"Ummmm" my mom moaned as she swallowed his cum.

After licking up every drop she crawled up and positioned herself over his face and lowered her pussy down. David could smell the sweet aroma of her love juices as they ran down her thighs.

"Lick me David, I want to feel your tongue in my pussy" she begged.

David started licking her and as he did she let out a sigh of relief. My mom was so excited that she was panting by now as David licked her swollen clit. Then he took and put his lips around her clit and gently sucked on it. This drove her wild and she started to slowly rock back and forth on his face.

The sight of my mom straddling David's face in her sexy little silk robe was a real turn-on. I wrapped my hand around my cock and started jacking it. It made me so horny watching her ride his face knowing he had his tongue in her wet pussy. I knew that if I kept on jacking my cock I would let go and I didn't want cum yet, so I stopped and just watched them.

"Ohhh yessss, that's it, give me a good licking" she moaned as her body filled with excitement.

David reached around and started rubbing his hands on the cheeks of her bare ass. Then he moved them up and opened her robe and began to play with her hard nipples. My mom arched her back and flung her head back and moaned as David buried his face deep in her pussy and played with her breasts.

"That's it baby, don't stop, make me squirt my cum in your mouth" she cried out.

Her body started to tremble and shake as David's tongue slid deep into her love hole. Then I heard my mom gasping and she began to moan as he brought her to a climax. Her whole body starting jerking as she let go cumming all over his face.

She sat there for a minute catching her breath. Then she slid her body back down till the head of his cock was poised at the entrance of her pussy. His cock got hard as he felt the heat and wetness of her pussy touching it.

"Oh David, I've got to fuck that cock of yours" she whispered in a seductive voice as she bent over and gave him a passionate kiss.

I watched as my mom pushed her pussy back against the head of his cock and it slipped into her love tunnel. Slowly she began to ride him as they continued to kiss. Her robe had ridden up and I could see David's cock sliding in and out of my mom's pussy as she rode him.

I heard my mom start to moan and she started to fuck him faster. David leaned up and sucked on her nipples as she fucked him. Her moans became louder and louder as she rode his cock. Then she felt his cock enlarging inside her pussy and she knew he was about to explode.

"Let me have it David, let me feel that cock of yours explode. Fill my pussy with your hot cum baby" she cried out.

David grabbed her hips and started to thrust his cock upward into her pussy like a wild man. I saw my mom's toes begin to curl and I could tell that she was about to have and orgasm.

"OOhhhhh Mrs. Olsen it feels so goooood, I'm going to cum in your pussy" David cried out.

"YESSS, cum in my pussy sweetie, that's what I want" my mom replied.

With that David let go sending his semen deep into her hungry pussy. She was gasping for air as she felt wave after wave of his cum flooding her pussy.

"That's it David squirt it all in me. OH my God you're making me cummm" she cried as her body quaked and she let go with a powerful orgasm.

She collapsed on top of him and they just lay there catching their breath. Then my mom got up and went back upstairs. I was still sitting there with a hard on. I hadn't gotten off yet so I slipped back up stairs and entered my mom's room. 

She was sitting on the bed half dazed as I walked over and stood in front of her. I pulled down my underwear and took my hard cock and guided it to her mouth.

"Suck me bitch" I demanded, "I want to cum in your mouth"

Without a word she leaned over and took my cock in her mouth and started sucking it. I was so turned-on from watching the two of them that I exploded right away filling her mouth with cum. I then turned and walked out leaving her there with cum running down her chin. I went back to my room and thought about the events of the night as I fell asleep with a smile on my face and a drained cock in my briefs.



Mom Needs Satisfaction Ch. 03



The next morning I got up and went downstairs to where David was sleeping. He was just lying there when I came in. 

"Morning, did you sleep good?" I asked.

"Yea" he replied.

"What time did you go to bed last night?" I asked.

"Oh I don't know" he answered hanging his head.

"What’s wrong?" I asked.

He paused for a minute then said, "Can I tell you something without you getting mad?”

"Sure were friends" I replied.

"I don't know how to tell you and I'm scared you'll get mad" he said.

"Come on tell me,” I said.

"Promise you won't tell anyone?" he asked.

"I won't" I promised.

"Last night I had sex with your mom" he said waiting for my reaction.

"Can you keep a secret?" I then asked. "I have sex with her too".

Then I asked David to tell me everything, pretending I didn't know. What he didn't know is that I'm the one who set them up and watched them. He proceeded to tell me everything that happened, not leaving out any details. I found myself becoming aroused as he told me and I noticed that he was also getting a hard-on.

"I don't know about you but I'm getting horny" I said giggling.

"Me too" he replied.

"Hey, lets go up and see if my mom's awake" I said.

The two of us headed upstairs to her bedroom. I quietly opened her door and we peeked in. My mom was lying there sleeping on the bed naked with her legs spread. I close the door and we went to my room. We sat there talking, then I got the urge to fuck.

"Would you like to fuck my mom again?" I asked.

"Yea" he said with a smile.

"Then why don't we both go in there and fuck her" I said.

"Okay" he replied.

"When we get in there you get on one side of the bed and I'll get on the other side, then will both crawl in at the same time and pin her arms down so she can't move, OK?" I explained to him.

"Then we'll both feel her pussy out and suck on her tit's" I said.

He shook his head ok, so we got up and headed for her room. Once inside we took our positions and then got in bed with her. We had her arms pinned down under us as we started to feel her breasts. She woke up and asked what we were doing?

"What doe's it look like? Were going to fuck you mom" I told her as I reached down and shoved my hand between her legs.

David and I began to feel her pussy out. He was fingering her love hole while I played with her wet clit. Then we both leaned over and started to suck on her hard nipples at the same time. She arched her head back and let out a moan as we sucked her breasts and played with her pussy.

"Ohhh Yessss, touch me boys, this is wonderful" she moaned as she spread her legs wider.

Her love juices were flowing down the crack of her ass. She just lay there enjoying the feel of our hands all over her body. Then I told her to turn towards David. As she did I rubbed her sweet little ass. Then I took and raised her legs in the air and told David to put his cock in my mom’s pussy. David slid over and put his boner into her wet hole and began fucking her. 

"Ummm, that feels so good" she said as she kissed David.

I reached over and grabbed the KY jell off the nightstand and lubed my cock. Then I moved up close to her bare ass and raised her leg high in the air and put my cock in her tight little glory hole. I pushed till it slid all the way in.

" Don't it hurts, I’ve never had it in my ass" she yelled whimpering, but I kept pushing.

"I told you we were both going to fuck you mom, so lay still and enjoy it" I told her.

The three of us lay there till she became accustom to my cock in her ass. Then the pain turned to pleasure and she started to rock back and forth. As she rocked back my cock went in then when she rocked forward David’s cock went in her pussy. It was amazing the way mine went in and his came out then vise-versa. We could feel each other’s cocks sliding in and out as she rocked back and forth. It’s hard to explain you just have to imagine it.

"God I’ve never had two cocks in me before, it feels wonderful" she said with a moan.

It didn't take long till I felt my cock enlarging inside her ass and I knew I was close to letting go. That’s when I heard David moaning and I could tell he was the same way. Then my mom began to moan as she felt both our cocks enlarging inside her holes.

"OH YES, let me feel both of you cum in me at the same time" she cried out

So David and I began to thrust our cocks in and out of her pussy and ass. Then my mom reached back and grabbed my ass and pulled me deep into her just as I let go squirting my load deep in her virgin ass. At the same time David let go sending his wad deep in her pussy. She arched her head back and her whole body got stiff as she felt her body being flooded with cum.

"You two are making me cum" she cried out as she let go with and orgasm. After wards the two of us lay there in her arms then we all took a shower together. Now my mom wants me to invite more of my friends over. I told her I would if she'd invite some of hers over. But that’s another story.  



Mom Needs Son's Help to Strip Naked



This is a Earth Day contest story. Please vote.

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Mom hurts back dumpster diving, while collecting bottles and cans for Earth Day recycling drive.

My Mom had me when she was only 18-years-old. Now that she's 39-years-old, I'll be twenty-one in a couple of months. My Dad disappeared soon after he discovered my Mom was pregnant with me. Last she heard of him, he joined the military. He may be dead or married with children and living life in a different part of the country or the world for all we know.

If he's alive, it sucks that he never tried to contact me. I would have liked to have met him and to know something about him that relates to me, who I am and why I am. Yet, no matter, I have my Mom and she's been better to me than he ever could. Commendable, but impossible, my mother's personal goal is to clean up the planet single-handedly by recycling discarded bottles and cans. Trust me, my Mom is no bag lady nor is she an environmentalist. This is just her way to help. Whatever deposits she finds, she donates to related Earth Day causes.

On the surface, I'm proud of my Mom for being such a good citizen. Yet, maybe because she doesn't have a man in her life, other than me, during the period in her life that she's the most hormonally sexual, I think she's overcompensating for her sexual frustration by trying to recycle the planet. Yeah, for sure, my Mom needs to get laid. Don't look at me. That's not my job. I may think a lot about having sex with my mother, when masturbating, but I'm not into incest.

Now that I think about it, my Mom's been overly affectionate lately with all her hugging and kissing that she showers on me, not in a sexual way, of course, but enough to get me aroused. It doesn't take much to get me going, just a hug, especially when she's in her nightgown and wearing nothing underneath and I'm in my pajama bottoms without underwear. Overloaded with testosterone, it's just a hormonal thing more than it is an incestuous thing but, just the feel of her breasts pressed against me, while hugging me, is enough to give me an erection. When I think more about it, the only thing separating my cock from her pussy is the thin cotton fabric of my pajama bottom and her nightgown, Always horny and walking around with an erection, I'm easily aroused.

Just as she's at the period in her life where she's the most hormonally sexual, I am, too. Only, I'm embarrassed whenever I have an erection that my mother directly or indirectly caused. Getting aroused over my Mom makes me feel a little incestuously perverted and more than a few times, she's walked in on me, while I was masturbating. Even though it was exciting at the time for her to see my cock, I was embarrassed later.

There was an awkwardness between us, after that. Even though I knew it was wrong, the feeling I had exposing myself to my Mom and/or masturbating over her exposing herself to me, was exciting. If only she knew it was her I was masturbating over, I wonder if she'd be grossed out or flattered? Yet, incest was a line that I could never cross.

One time, I unloaded, just as she walked in my bedroom to ask me what I wanted for breakfast. With my eyes closed and my headphones on, she may have been standing there the whole time watching me playing with myself, for all I know. Only, as soon as I started to cum, I opened my eyes and she was standing there not two feet away from me and staring at hand stroking my stiff prick, as it spurted out cum. She was standing so close that I was surprised that I didn't get any on her.

Just as I couldn't stuff my cock in my pajamas fast enough, I couldn't stop cumming. I was so embarrassed. Yet, this story is more about what happened to mother during our recycling trips, while dumpster diving, than it is about me masturbating over my Mother.

Because our town celebrates Earth Day, this is the time of year that my Mom makes her big push to surpass how many bottles and cans she collected in previous years. Competing in track and swimming in high school, her competitiveness manifests itself in her Earth Day recycling spirit. Yet, even though she's only 39-years-old, she's not as young as she used to be and climbing in and out of dumpsters to score some discarded bottles and cans have taken a toll on her back.

Nearly every night, after my Mom puts on her nightgown, she asks me to give her a back massage. The first time I gave her a back rub, I had no idea what I was doing, but now I'm pretty good at it. When I'm giving her a deep tissue massage, with all the moaning she does, she sounds as if she's having an orgasm and that always triggers me to get an erection. Every time she moans like that, I imagine having sex with her. Later, alone in my room, I've even masturbated to the sounds of her moaning, while imagining that I was fucking my Mom. Something that I'd never do, I still enjoy masturbating while imagining the incestuous, sexual fantasy.

Recently, I've been massaging her feet. I don't have a foot fetish. I started massaging her feet as a way to maneuver her legs, spread them apart more, so that I can see her panties. Then, she encouraged me to continue massaging her feet by her obvious enjoyment of my foot massages.

"Oh, Paul, you make Mommy feel so good by massaging her feet. That's so very relaxing."

I don't know why but I find it erotically exciting, when she refers to herself as Mommy. I know it's childish, but it makes me want to call her Mommy. Give me a hand job, Mommy. Blow me, Mommy. Fuck me, Mommy. It gets me horny when I think about calling her Mommy, while masturbating over the naked image of her.

She loves it, when I give her a foot massage and in the way she squirms, she makes me wonder if a foot massage is a sexual thing for her. Who knows? Maybe she's the one with a foot fetish. For sure, she has enough shoes to have a shoe fetish.

I suspect my Mom finds my foot massages sexually arousing. I know that I do. Not that I ever would and I don't know why, but recently, I've been having this strong urge to take her toes in my mouth and suck them and lick them. My Mom has beautiful feet and I think that If I sucked her toes, in the way she loves my foot massages, she'd probably suck my cock.

Sometimes, when she least expects it, I tickle her feet. In her feeble attempt to pull away from me, as if she has a leg cramp, with her nightgown climbing nearly to her waist, always she flashes me her panties. I love it when my Mom flashes me her panties. I don't know why, even after seeing them a thousand times, I love seeing my Mom's panties. I love my Mom's panties.

"Oh, two can play at that game," she said chasing me in my bedroom.

Then, she grabs me and we fall back on my bed with her tickling me and me holding her. Sometimes, when she tickles me, her hand brushes by my cock and I so wish she'd take my cock in her hand and stroke me, but she never does. With her on top of me like that is when I can really imagine what it would be like to have sexual intercourse with her. I have this compelling urge to put both my hands on my Mom's ass and pull her into me, while sticking my tongue down her throat, but I never do. I'd love to roll her over and hump her, while kissing her.

After she tickles me, we stay like that for a little while, that is, until my cock starts pulsating against her and ruins the whole thing. Hugging and holding my Mom, while lying down is a special time and I cherish that kind of intimacy with her. I like it when she rests her head on my chest and I wish we could just stay like that and sleep together for the night. Only, when my cock starts pulsating against her nightgown clad body is her cue to pull away and go back in her bedroom. I can't help it. With the warmth of her sexy body, I always get an erection, whenever my Mom is lying partially on top of me or close beside me like that.

Just once, I'd like to pull her back down, roll her over, mount her, and kiss her, but I don't have the nerve. Just a sexual fantasy that I have, I know that we flirt with the incestuous line with the little mother and son teasing and tickling games we play, but we never cross it. To be honest, unable to resister her, if she made a pass at me, I don't think that I'd discourage her, but there's just no way that I could take the lead in having incestuous sex with my Mom. Always, after she leaves my bedroom for her bedroom, I masturbate, while thinking about touching her, feeling her, kissing her, and making love to her, while she strokes me and sucks me.

Those first few times, afraid to touch her, I limited my massages to her back and shoulders. Now, I massage her back, shoulders, legs, and butt. She never complained about me massaging her ass through her nightgown and panties and it took me a while to get to that point. I'd love to go all the way up her thigh, but I don't dare. I stop, just about a foot below her pussy, but every night, I've been going a little higher to see how high she'll allow me to go, before she stops me.

While touching her in that way, in the way she holds her breath and doesn't breathe, she makes me wonder if she's just as aroused, as I am with my hand climbing higher inside her thigh. I'd love to finger fuck my mother. With her moaning over my back massages and squirming with my foot massages, I can only imagine how she'd be like with me giving her an orgasm by fingering her pussy.

My Mom has a nice body and has a great ass and always, I get an erection, whenever I'm touching her, feeling her, and massaging her buttocks. Always, I wish she'd turn over, so that I could massage her tits, too, but that only happens in my sexual fantasies of my mother. Usually, she falls asleep, after I've given her a back and foot massage. Always, after I've given her a massage, touched her body in places where no son should feel, touch, caress, and massage his mother, I masturbate.

Lately, as soon as I feel her relaxing, on the pretense of massaging her legs and massaging her feet, I spread her legs more, while raising her nightgown higher than necessary. Every night, I raise it just an inch higher, while hoping she won't notice. I haven't seen anything but the top of her thigh, and I realize it's just a fantasy, but maybe, one night, she'll let me raise her nightgown to her waist, so that I can pull down her panties and massage her naked butt. Oh, God, how awesome would that be to see and massage my Mom's naked ass? I'd love to masturbate, while cumming all over my mother's naked ass.

I'd love to get her drunk, but she doesn't drink. Sometimes, she asks me for a back massage, when she's still dressed, before she puts on her nightgown. She lies face down on the couch and lifts her sweatshirt up to her shoulders, before unhooking her bra. I love seeing my Mom's bra clad breasts. Sometimes, when she's not wearing a bra, she raises her sweatshirt, while lying face down on the couch and exposes the sides of her naked breasts to me, as if she's outside tanning in the sun, instead of in the house on the couch.

I love massaging her ribs and continuing higher to massage the sides of her exposed breasts. Oh, my God, that's the closest I've come to feeling my Mom's tits. If nothing else, touching her where no son should touch his mother, gives me something to masturbate over later.

Between my raging hormones and the nearly nightly massages that I give my Mom, I'm not embarrassed to admit that I've been having more and deeper sexual thoughts about my mother laterly. Who wouldn't? My only release is to masturbate, while thinking about having outrageous, incestuous sex with her. Just as she'd never have sex with me, I'd never have sex with her, but I wonder if she's thought about having sex with me, as much as I've been thinking about having sex with her. 

If I was to name a reason why I was so sexually attracted I am to my Mom, I'd blame the recycling. Our Earth Day recycling adventures all started when she won enough money in the lottery that she doesn't need to work. Now, she devotes her free time to collecting bottles and cans for the Earth Day community drives. Collecting bottles and cans for their deposit is her way of giving back. She's even won a few community awards, good citizenship awards, and a public service acknowledgement from the mayor. Her name and photo regularly appear in the local newspaper for one thing or another. 

She's not rich, by any means. We're just comfortable. Every year, for twenty-five years, since she collected her first lottery check a few years ago, she receives a check, after taxes, for one-hundred-twenty thousand dollars. It's enough money for her to afford a nice house, a new car, pay for my school, and for her not to have to work or worry about money anymore.

Indebted to my Mom, first of all, for not aborting me or giving me up for adoption, she pays for my school, and even bought me a car. Very close to my Mom, I do whatever I can to help her, whenever she needs my help. Her mission in life is to recycle and to clean up the environment by picking up after those others who litter their empty bottles and cans. My mission in life is to do whatever my Mom wants me to do, while ogling her sexy body.

At first, I thought she was crazy, that is, until I went scavenger hunting with her to collect bottles and cans. She's not a kook, but is truly dedicated to recycling and she donates the deposit money she collects, as her way to help others. In the way she goes about it, collecting the bottles and cans, sorting them, rinsing them, and then refunding them for cash to donate to various Earth Day, environmental organizations, and homeless charities, it's a full-time job and she donates thousands of dollars a year.

Besides being a community activist, my Mom is a MILF. If she wasn't my mother, I'd think she was hot. If she wasn't my mother, I'd hit on her, no doubt. If she wasn't my mother, I would have had sex with her by now. If she wasn't my mother, I would have flashed her my cock, while massaging her naked ass, by now.

Now that I think about it, I'm embarrassed to admit, but one time I did flash her my cock. We had been out collecting bottles and cans and my Mom, inadvertently had been flashing me her panties and bra every time she stooped to pick up a bottle and/or can. I saw her panties and bra a lot that day. She made me so horny that, as soon as I got home, I couldn't wait to masturbate and I was in the middle of masturbating, when my Mom asked me to give her a massage.

I figured I'd give her a quick massage, so that I could return to masturbating. Only, now, I was even more sexually frustrated. I was so very horny that I couldn't wait to cum, while thinking of my Mom's panties and bra. I pulled up my pajama bottoms and walked in her bedroom with a massive erection. She had her bedside light on, which gave a nice glow to the room. With her nightgown raised about mid thigh, she was already face down on her bed and didn't see that I had a huge boner. Only, as I was giving her a massage, touching her, feeling her, and caressing her, I was getting even more aroused. The Hell with the massage, I just wanted to touch and feel her, everywhere.

Truthfully, I didn't know at first that my cock had popped out of my pajamas. Then, when I noticed my cock was out, I didn't care. It felt so incestuously hot to have my cock out, while massaging my Mom's hot body. I actually rubbed it against her nightgown a couple of times, but she didn't even notice. To be honest, even though, I knew I couldn't do such a despicable thing to my Mom, I so wanted to cum all over her nightgown.

I so wished my Mom would give me a massage, one that had a happy ending with her giving me a hand job, before giving me a blowjob. Because I was so horny, I lifted her nightgown higher than I ever did in the past, high enough to expose the bottom of her bikini panty clad ass cheeks. I just love seeing my Mom's panties. My horniness encouraged my boldness and she didn't say anything or resist, when I raised her nightgown so high. She didn't even try to lower it. To be honest, I don't think she cared. She was so exhausted and I was doing my job relaxing her, before putting her to sleep.

Taking her inaction as encouragement, I raised her nightgown even higher, up to the top of her panties. I couldn't believe it. The entire back of my Mom's panties were completely exposed and my cock was throbbing at the sight of my Mom's panty clad ass. Now, when I started massaging the top of her thighs and her panty clad ass through her panties, instead of through her nightgown and panties, with my fingers constantly and continually brushing by her panty clad pussy, she turned around to look at me.

When she turned to look, even though I knew she was looking, I pretended that I didn't know my cock was exposed. Feeling as though I was really doing something wrong, by stepping a foot across the incestuous line, I was so nervous. Continuing the massage, I pretended that I didn't even notice her turning to look. I was just so excited that she saw my erection sticking out of my pajama bottoms, but I didn't care. I wanted to show her my cock. I wanted her to see my cock. I wanted to see the reaction on her face of her seeing my cock. So very horny, it excited me to see her staring at my cock. We were treading dangerous ground. I watched her stare at my cock, before she looked up at me.

"I think that's enough for tonight, Paul," she said.

I felt rejected. I felt embarrassed. I felt a sexual excitement that I never felt before for my mother. All that night and all during the next day, I wondered if she was going to say something about what happened during that night, but she never did. It was as if we had a silent incestuous code. It was as if it was something so taboo that we couldn't even speak of it.

I practically ran to the bathroom to masturbate over not only seeing my Mom's panties and bra, while collecting bottles and cans, but also seeing her panties, while massaging her ass. The image of her staring at my naked, erect cock is what put me over the top. I exploded cum across the bathroom. I was so aroused that I exploded gobs of cum everywhere. Never had I cum as much. So incestuously charged, I didn't know how I was going help my Mom collect bottles and cans tomorrow, without constantly thinking about tonight, but I did.

Active in politics and the ecology, she's aware of what goes on in the world and, because of her, she's made me more aware and environmentally responsible along the way, too. Admittedly, however, it wasn't helping to save the planet by preserving the ecology that got me interested in cleaning up the environment. To be honest, it was having the opportunity to ogle my Mom's underwear that got me so involved. Without her knowledge, no doubt, oblivious to my lustful feelings for her, my Mom made me the incestuous pervert that I am today.

I know it's incestuously wrong to lust over my mother, but I'm always horny, especially back then. Because of all the testosterone surging through my body, I'm at the age that masturbation is a daily activity, sometimes multiple times a day. At my age, it's normal to masturbate and when masturbating, because I'm always with my Mom, I think about having sex with her. I'm not embarrassed to write that with all of the environmental and community activities that we do together, she gives me all the masturbation material that I need to satisfy my lustful desire and sexual curiosity of seeing my Mom's sexy body. 

My Mom doesn't wear pants because she thinks she's fat. For sure, my Mom isn't fat. If she's anything, she's shapely with curves in the way that Jessica Simpson was, after she gained a few pounds. My Mom is of a mind that the extra material that the skirt affords her hides her big ass, her words, not mine. Actually, not that her ass is big by any stretch of my Mom's imagination, her ass is round, firm, and shapely. I love my Mom's ass. She has a hot ass. Not convinced, even when looking in the mirror at herself, it's obvious to me that her ass appears smaller, shapelier, and hotter, when she wears pants, especially tight jeans. Then, I wondered if the reason why she wears skirts is just to flash me her panties. Nah.




Mom Needs Son's Help to Strip Naked



Yet, when she compares herself to how little she weighed in high school, which is her weight measuring stick, she used to weigh 105 pounds, she's being so unrealistic. At 5'5" tall, barely more than one hundred pounds is just too skinny for her womanly frame. Now she weighs a voluptuous 135 pounds. Because she's put the extra weigh in all the right places, her hips and her boobs, while maintaining her flat tummy by all the bending and stooping she does, she's perfect, as far as I'm concerned. In the way that I'm always ogling her, I love my Mom's body.

Because she refuses to wear jeans, she has a collection of long, denim skirts of varying lengths, colors, and styles. Further, because the skirts she wears are long, usually below her knee, she thinks that no one can see her panties, whenever she squats down to pickup bottles and cans. Only, I can and routinely do, especially when squatting down along with her and far enough away from her and in front of her to give me a good view, on the pretense of helping her pick up the bottles and cans, too. 

She has a collection of tops, too, that, when leaning forward, her top falls open and because I'm so much taller than my Mom, even when squatting down, I get a great view of her bra clad breasts and abundant cleavage. I just love my Mom's tits and would so love to reach my hand down her blouse and feel her breast through her bra, while fingering her nipple. Every time we go hunting to collect trash, which is what I refer to it as, but she calls it recycling, she collects bottles and cans and I collect new masturbation material by ogling my Mom's panty and bra. Always looking and always excited to see, while imagining more, I never tire of stealing peaks of my Mom's panties and bra.

I realize the sexual attraction that I have for my mother is not normal and just a stage that I'm going through. With all the testosterone that surges through my body, I can't stop myself from looking, whenever she's showing. I'm always horny. All it takes for me to get an erection is to see my Mom's panty or bra. All it takes for me to want and need to masturbate is to see her panty clad pussy mound and pussy slit or to see her cleavage or to see the impression her nipples make through her bra and blouse. Oh, my God.

My Mom has big nipples, too. Oh, God, just writing this makes me want to stroke myself, while thinking of my Mom sucking my cock, as I fondle her round tits and finger and suck her big nipples. Ever since she was in my bedroom and I was masturbating with my eyes closed, while wearing my headphones, I think about masturbating for my Mom. I'd would love for her to watch me masturbate, again, only this time with my eyes open, while I watched her watching me. I wonder how long she was standing there watching me. I wonder if watching me masturbate was as exciting for her, as it was for me to have her watch me masturbate.

Even though ogling my Mom is sexually exciting, it's sexually frustrating, too. While imagining more, I always want more, but I'm afraid to take that first incestuous step. Probably for the better, it's as if there's a hidden wall stopping me from taking that incestuous step.

Hopefully, once I graduate college and find a girlfriend, my incestuous addiction to my mother is something that I'll outgrow. Without having to do so much studying, always home alone with my mother, I'll have time for a girlfriend then and will hopefully have regular sex with a female, instead of with my hairy hand, while thinking about having sex with my mother. Between school, studying, and going with my Mom to collect bottles and cans, there's no extra time left for me to pursue a normal relationship with a woman my age.

Just as I don't have time for a girlfriend, my Mom doesn't have time for a boyfriend. So involved with her community activities, especially now with Earth Day quickly approaching, she's content to hang out with me, while collecting bottles and cans. I can't help but wonder if she gets horny. I wonder if she masturbates and if she does, what she thinks about, while masturbating. I can't help but wonder if she knows that she's flashing me her panties and bra and that I'm looking. Maybe women are wired differently than men and are above the titillation of exhibitionism and voyeurism, especially when the exhibitionist is the mother and the voyeur is her son, but I can't help but wonder if she masturbates to what she's showing and all that I'm seeing of her.

Because I've been so horny, lately, even hornier than usual, after my Mom accidentally flashes me her panties and/or bra, I been flashing her, too, lately. As if I've taken the next step to crossing that forbidden incestuous line, every chance I get, when I know she's coming up to my room, I pretend I'm sleeping naked or changing my clothes. It's easy to flash her in the summertime. Not wearing a lot of clothes, we don't run the air conditioning at night, rather we leave the windows and our bedroom doors open for the cross breeze. 

My Mom is a night owl and because it's so hot in the house, I'll strip down naked and lay on top of the sheet. Sometimes, as if I've fallen asleep reading, I'll purposely leave on my bedroom light. Through the slits of my nearly closed eyes, I've watched her coming up the stairs and pause at the top of the stairs to look at me naked in my room. Then, she'll quietly come into my room, right up to the table behind my bed and turn off the light. Oh, my God. Always, as soon as she leaves, I masturbate to the thought of her seeing me naked.

As if she's looking at me, staring at me, it takes her a few seconds longer than necessary to turn off my bedroom light. Knowing she's getting ready to head up to bed, before she comes upstairs, I stroke myself to a semi-erection. It excites me to know that she's seen my cock, but it would excite me more knowing that I excited her by showing her my cock.

Always, I wonder what she was thinking. Was she embarrassed seeing me naked and doesn't want to embarrass me by having me know that she saw me naked? Or was she excited seeing me naked and did she have as much difficulty staying on the other side of that incestuous line as I did?

Always, I wish she'd touch me. I wish she'd stroke me. I wish she'd take me in her mouth, while blowing me. It excites me to remember her looking at my cock, while I masturbate that night or the next morning.

On the pretense of going to the bathroom early in the morning, I look in her room to see if I can see her, but it's always too dark to make out the details of her body, other than her shapely form. I know she's in there naked, but I'm too afraid to walk in her room. It's almost as if there's a barrier stopping me from taking that one step closer to what's so forbidden. Besides, on what pretense would I walk into her room? Even though I'd love to see her naked, I'd really feel like a pervert, if my Mom knew that I was ogling her naked body. For now, until I get a girlfriend, always hoping to see more of my Mom, I'm content to continue to ogle my Mom's panties and bra, while masturbating over all that I saw.

In knowing her routine, whether peering down her top or squatting down with her to ogle her panties up her skirt, I angle myself, before she squats down to give myself the best vantage point to see what I need to see now to masturbate over later. I have no idea how many up skirts and down blouses I've seen of my mother, maybe hundreds. I have no idea how many times I've masturbated over all that I've seen of my mother, maybe thousands. I've seen enough to keep me in masturbation material for the rest of my young life. I masturbate so much over my mother that I think my cock will fall off, but it never does, or that I'll run out of cum, but I never do.

As if seeing her bra and panty for the first time, I don't understand why I get so excited when seeing my Mom's underwear again, but I do. I'd think by now that I'd be tired of ogling my mother, but I'm not. Always hoping to see more, in the way of a voyeur ogling women on the street, I'm just so sexually attracted to my Mom. As if she's personally giving me a different show, she has a huge collection of bras and panties and every day, she wears a different one. She has so much lingerie that she could probably wear a different bra and panty for a few months without having to wash her sexy underwear.

Even though I fantasize about it, while masturbating, I don't think I'd have sex with my mother. My thing is voyeurism and I'm such a voyeur when it comes to ogling my mother's hot body. Also, a dream come true, my big thing is fantasizing about my Mom blowing me, while I play with her C cup breasts. Always, I imagine what it would feel like to have my cock in my mother's mouth, while she's looking up at me and while I'm fondling her big tits. That's always a fantasy that gets me to cum.

Having gone through her laundry hamper, whenever really horny and when imagining undressing her, while masturbating, I know she takes a 36C bra. Sometimes I hold her panties or her bra in my hand, while masturbating. I love feeling her lingerie, while imagining she's wearing it. Feeling her underwear, while stroking my cock, allows me to imagine that I'm feeling my mother's body through her underwear, while giving her a massage.

I can't help to think by now that she knows that I'm looking, while hoping to see something. How could she not know? Maybe she doesn't care what I see of her. Maybe it turns her on knowing that I'm looking. Maybe she knows that I masturbate over her and she's purposely flashing me. Horny and sexually frustrated, like mother like son, maybe she's just as much of an exhibitionist as I'm a voyeur. Maybe she masturbates over me seeing all that she's showing. I don't know. I have no idea, but it's exciting for me to think of all that, while masturbating.

Only, deep down inside, I know she's not purposing flashing me in the way that I sometimes purposely flash her my cock. It's just my incestuous perversion that makes me think that my Mom is just as sexually attracted to me, as I'm attracted to her and as sexually twisted as I am. If she was purposely flashing me, I would have seen more than her panties and bra by now. I would have seen her pussy, tits, and ass by now, but I haven't. Certainly, if she was purposely flashing me, I would have seen her naked by now. All I've seen of her is just her panties and bra, while imagining the rest. I'm the one guilty of flashing her my naked body. She's never flashed me her naked body.

Enjoying all that I'm seeing of my mother, while it lasts, I really don't see anything wrong with masturbating over the thoughts of having sex with my Mom, that is, so long as I don't actually have sex with her. It isn't as if I'm having sex with her. I'm just thinking about having sex with her. Besides, my Mom isn't like that. She'd never have sex with me, her own son. 

Yet, in reality, so focused on collecting her recycling, I think she's just oblivious to my stares, no doubt. For such a smart woman, sometimes, she's just such a dumb blonde. Then, again, maybe she's just the trusting mother that figures her own son wouldn't ogle her and invade her privacy by always trying to incestuously see her panties, bra, and more. Maybe she figures that I'd never masturbate over the naked thoughts of her, while imagining having sex with her. If she only knew the incestuous thoughts that go through my mind, while masturbating over her, she'd probably kick me out of the house and disown me. Now I feel like the pervert that I am.

Recently, my Mom threw out her back dumpster diving. Unbelievable, something that I wouldn't do, she actually climbs in dumpsters for bottles and cans. Eww. Gross. With the possibility of rats, roaches, and diseases there was just no way that I was going in a dumpster, just for the sake of collecting more recyclables, but my Mom doesn't care. A concentrated effort, her just reward, she finds more bottles and cans in the few minutes of dumpster diving than we do scouring the streets for an hour or two. 

When she hurt her back climbing inside, I climbed in the dumpster after her to help her. I picked up my Mom and gently lowered her outside of the dumpster. No easy feat of strength stretching myself like that, holding and supporting her weight, while trying not to cause her anymore undo pain, I took the opportunity to feel more of her body. My excuse was the pretense of helping her out of the dumpster without hurting her and I touched her ass and in tits.

I touched her where no son should ever touch his mother and I couldn't wait to masturbate over all that I felt of her. Even when she was in obvious pain, I couldn't suspend my perverted nature by not touching her. Feeling her body in that way was erotic fun and now dumpster diving has become one of my favorite activities to do, so long as it's my Mom going in the dumpster and me helping her in and out, and so long as she doesn't hurt herself. 

She's never said anything to me about me feeling her ass and tits, while helping her in and out of the dumpsters. I guess, she's so focused on collecting recyclables that she doesn't even realize, at least, I don't think she realizes, that when helping her in and out of dumpsters, with her skirt hiked up nearly up to her waist and her legs spread wide open, that I have an uninterrupted view of her panties, while copping cheap feels of her ass and her tits and stealing peeks of her panty and bra. One time, when I was really horny and wanted to see more of my Mom, I purposely hooked her skirt on an exposed bolt on top of the dumpster, while helping her out of the dumpster, so that when she hit the ground her skirt would rise about her waist.

Oh, my God, that was so hot. I know it was wrong but, after spending the day with her flashing me her panty and bra, I was so out of my mind with horniness and incestuous lust for my mother that I couldn't help myself. I couldn't believe it. It worked like a charm. Her panties from the front, the sides, and the back were completely exposed. Reminding me of that old Little Rascals scene where Spanky's Mom has her skirt caught up in the stage curtain and, as the curtain goes up, so does her skirt, this was just like that, only better because it was my Mom's panties.

It took me a while to get her unhooked, partly because I didn't want to unhook her. Because the denim material was stretched so tight with her being on the ground, she actually had step up on the dumpster for me to remove her skirt for me to unhook it. That was so hot. I masturbated over seeing my Mom standing next to me in her panties for months. I so wanted to feel my Mom's ass and pussy through her panties, but all I did was stare. We were lucky no one happened by, maybe because we were in a dark and deserted, back alley.

Maybe because I'm her son, she doesn't think that I'm the pervert that I am for feeling up my own mother, but I am. She's so hot. On a MILF scale, she's a ten. If she wasn't my mother, if she was some neighbor woman that I was helping, with all that I've seen of her and by how much she excites me, I would have made a pass at her and tried to have sex with her by now.

While masturbating over my mother, I've imagined all kinds of sexy scenarios. I've imagined finding her passed out and having to remove her blouse and bra to give her CPR. I realize, of course, that I don't have to remove her blouse and/or bra to give her CPR, but it makes for a better masturbation session, when I imagine that I do.

I've imagined rescuing her from an intruder, who had tied her naked to her bed and was about to rape her. There I am in my Mom's bedroom fighting off the intruder and untying her naked body. Then, as soon as she's untied, she wraps her arms around me and kisses and kisses me, while I touch and feel her everywhere.

The last time we went dumpster diving, she did something to her back again. Only, this time, after I lifted her out, she could hardly walk. As this has happened to her before, the doctor had prescribed a cream and she still had some of that left. The last time she hurt her back, she had me apply the cream to her back. 

With my Mom laying face down, she lifted up her shirt, undid her bra, and unzipped and lowered her skirt. Oh, my God. Overload of a sexual kind, that was the first time that I got a good look of the entire sides of my Mom's breasts, the top of her panties, and her ass crack, all in one view. While I massaged the back cream in her soft, smooth skin, I could feel my cock swell.

Nearly forgetting she was my Mom, I so wanted to reach down her panty and feel her hot ass. I so wanted to reach my hand around and cup her sweet tit, while fingering her nipple, but I didn't. I was too concerned and felt bad that she was in such pain. Even though I had an erection and was terribly horny seeing so much of my Mom's hot body, I was more intent on nursing her through her injury than I was in getting more masturbation material.

Only, this time was different. Her injury was more severe and she was in more pain than before. She had pain shooting all through her back, instead of only in one spot. I know it was wrong for me to think more about an opportunity to voyeur my Mom than to think about the pain she was in, but I was hoping to use her back injury as a way to see more of her hot body. Only, I didn't know how to use her injury to my advantage. I know it was wrong for me to think this way, with my Mom in pain and barely able to walk, but I was already hoping that I was in for some hot voyeuristic, albeit incestuous fun.

"Lean on me, Mom," I said helping her to the car, from the car, and inside the house. 

Pretending that I was her husband or her boyfriend, and her lover, instead of her son, it excited me to wrap my arm around her back and hold her in that way. My Mom has such a sexy figure and I imagined dancing with her, before kissing her and feeling her. With her left breast in contact with my right side and my right fingers in contact with her right breast, I was in tit Heaven in copping cheap feels of my Mom's tits. Then, while helping her to sit in the car, I slid my hand down to her ass, as if carefully and slowly positioning her in the seat. I could imagine feeling her ass in that way, while bending her over and fucking her doggie style and reaching up to fondle her big tits. I couldn't believe I was feeling my Mom's firm, round ass, but I was. Even when putting the seatbelt on her, my hand and my arm brushed by her breast allowing me to cop another cheap feel of her tit.

"Oh, my God, Paul. I'm in such pain," she said, when we finally made it in the house. "Maybe if I took a hot shower."

A hot shower? How in the hell is she going to take a shower? She could barely stand. There's just no way she could get out of her clothes. It was then that I started to imagine all the scenarios of helping my Mom undress and seeing my Mom naked, while taking a shower with me helping to wash her. I couldn't help but think of that movie, Spanking the Monkey. I loved that scene, where the son helps his mother take a shower because she has a broken leg. That was so hot and I was hoping the same thing would happen to me now. Only, for sure, my Mom is way hotter than the Mom they used in that movie, even though she was hot, too.

Only, just as I knew my Mom would never ask me to help undress her, allow me to see her naked, and ask me to help her take a shower, I couldn't even imagine what would happen next. I can't make up this stuff. If this wasn't a true story, I wouldn't believe this really happened myself, but it really did.

"Actually, Mom, when I hurt my knee playing football, they wrapped my knee in ice. If you're going to take a shower, it should be a cold one. Then, later, maybe you could just soak in a tub loaded with ice," I said imagining her sitting in a tub of ice cold water, her breasts exposed, her nipples erect, and me walking in the bathroom to check on her. Oh, my God.




Mom Needs Son's Help to Strip Naked



"Oh, God, I hate cold showers," she said wincing from the pain, when trying to stand up straight.

My cock was already pulsating, while thinking of my Mom naked and taking a cold shower, with the thoughts of me helping her to stand without falling. Then, I imagined her sitting in the bathtub naked again, with me coming up to bring her more ice. Nah, she'd never allow me to see her naked. Trust me, that would never happen. My Mom is a bit of a prude. In all the years we've been together, I've never seen her naked or topless even. Getting way ahead of myself, I was making myself crazy with incestuous thoughts of my Mom's naked body. Now, I just wanted to spank my own monkey, after all that I had imagined.

"I hate cold showers too," I said thinking that I could use a cold shower right about now with all the incestuous thoughts I had that hardened my cock, while thinking about my mother naked. Still, if that's what it takes to see my Mom naked, I'd brave a cold shower to stand in the bathtub naked with her. "My coach said to use ice for the first two to three days to reduce the swelling, after the injury and to use ice as soon as possible, after the initial injury."

"Well, you're going to have to help me get undressed," she said rolling her eyes and, as soon as she said that, her face reddened with embarrassment, no doubt, with me wishing it was excitement. She was already resigned to me seeing her in her underwear. 

Did she just read my mind? It was as if I was dreaming, when she said that I'd have to help her undress. Was I dreaming or did she really just ask me to help her get undressed? She did, she really did ask me to help her get undressed. I couldn't believe she even said that.

"Sorry, Mom, I didn't hear you. What did you just say?"

"You're going to have to help undress me, Paul. I can't do it myself. I'm in too much pain. Close your eyes, if you must, but I need to get some relief from the pain and I'm hoping the cold water will do that."

"Okay, Mom."

Oh, my God. As if the announcer had just called my winning lottery numbers on TV, or I was chosen to judge the next Miss America contest, or I was the one picked to photograph the next Playboy Playmate of the Year, my mind exploded with the incestuous thoughts of stripping my mother naked. Are you kidding me? Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God. I couldn't even speak to answer her. My cock was already giving her my vote of approval by hardening, as if it was made out of concrete.

Dizzy with the incestuous desire for my mother, suddenly, I lost my breath. My Mom just asked me to help her get undressed. I couldn't believe it. How could I say no? I'm her son, the only one here to help her in her time of need, and she's in such terrible pain. The least that I could do was to strip her down to her underwear, while ogling her lingerie clad body. I couldn't even dream such a fantasy. After undressing her, I'd have masturbation material for the rest of my life.

Already, I imagined unbuttoning her blouse and seeing her in her bra. Then, I imagined unzipping her skirt and seeing her in her panty. I already had such an erection that I couldn't wait to masturbate over all that I was thinking. Only, I needed to calm down and wait, until I saw all that I imagined I'd see.

I walked her in the bathroom and leaned her up against the wall. I was excited with the sexual anticipation of helping my mother to undress. I was going to undress my mother. I was going to remove her clothes. I was going to see her in her bra and panty. Oh, my God.

Standing in front of her like that, while holding her steady, was the first time that I wanted to kiss my Mom, really kiss her, French kiss her, as if I was her lover. I imagined kissing her and parting her lips with my tongue, while feeling her big tits through her blouse and bra, before reaching beneath her skirt and running my fingers along her panty clad pussy. With my cock already rock hard, I was insane with the thoughts of seeing my Mom in her bra and her panty. I couldn't wait to undress her.

Just as I imagined all that I needed to imagine to masturbate over later, reality hit me hard enough to soften my cock. Nah, she'd probably have me turn off the bathroom light and wrap a towel around her, while undressing her. If I'm lucky, I'll be able to see partial shots of her panty and bra, no more than I've seen of her when squatting down to get discarded bottles and cans.

Too good of a fantasy to be true, knowing her, since she's my modest and sexually inhibited mother and I'm her voyeur, perverted son, she'll probably take a cold shower wearing her panty and bra. Then, I thought, maybe once her underwear gets wet, maybe I'll be able to see through it. Maybe, I'll see her nipples and/or her bush.

Well, I was wrong. She was in so much pain that she didn't even bother with the towel nor care that I put on the bathroom light to see more of her hot mature body, while undressing her. Something I'll be masturbating over for years, I couldn't believe I was actually undressing my mother. Oh, my God.

"Take your time, Paul," she said. "It hurts Mommy, when you move me too quickly."

Take your time? It hurts Mommy? I loved it that she told me to take my time undressing her. I love it when she says Mommy. When she talks like that, as if I'm a child, I want to answer in kind, to show her that I'm a perverted adult.

I want to fuck you, Mommy. I want to stick my big, hard cock in your wet, tight pussy, Mommy. I want you to get on your knees and look up at me, while you're sucking my cock, before I cum in your mouth and you swallow my cum, Mommy.

Oh, my God! If there was one thing she didn't have to tell me was to take my time. Don't worry about that, Mommy. I'll be undressing you, as if you are the most expensive gift given to me at Christmas time.

"Okay, Mom, I'll go as slow as I can," I said feeling my cock pulsate against my pants again, while growing to an even harder erection.

As she wasn't able to sit without great discomfort, I had her stand with her back to the wall. My fingers were shaking with the anticipation of unbuttoning her blouse and seeing her in her bra, her whole bra and not just bits and pieces of her bra. I realize that it may not be a big deal for some to see a woman in her bra, but this was my mother, the woman I had been incestuously lusting over for years that I was about to undress. This was my fantasy. I couldn't wait to undress her.

One slow button at a time, I unbuttoned the buttons of her blouse. As if she was sleeping, as if she was drunk, but it was even better that she was awake and sober, I was so enjoying this. If my Mom wasn't in so much pain, this would have been a sexual striptease fantasy come true. Then, again, if my Mom hadn't been in so much pain, this never would have happened. She never would have allowed me to undress her, that is, unless my Mom was falling down drunk, which would never happen either, as she doesn't drink. It took all the control I had not to touch and feel her in a sexual way. I so wanted to feel her breasts through her blouse, while fingering her nipples through her bra.

With the back of my fingertips pressed against and coming in contact with her bra clad tits, one nervous, slow button of her blouse at a time, I looked to see what each unbuttoned button revealed, before unbuttoning the next button. Just following my mother's instructions, a slow striptease of my mother is just what my Mom asked me to do. Her nipples were already making an appearance through her blouse and bra. Maybe she was cold. Then, when I had her blouse all unbuttoned, with her cleavage and bra clad tits right there in front of me, rather than move her just yet, I unzipped and unbuttoned her skirt.

My hands were shaking. As if in slow motion, I watched her skirt fall to the floor revealing her shear, white, bikini panties. I love my Mom's panties. I love seeing my Mom in her panties. My Mom has such a hot body and, as if she's wearing a sexy, skimpy bikini, she looks so hot in her bra and panty. Only, this time was different. This time, I was staring at the entire front of her panty.

Clearly with the bathroom light on, I could see the impression of her blonde pussy hair through her panties. I stared at her pussy mound, her slit, and I saw a few pussy hairs peeking out the sides of her panty. Oh, my God. Trying not to stare, I stared. She was wincing in pain with her eyes closed anyway and she didn't notice me ogling her in her panty and bra. She has a fabulous body.

Definitely, once her panties got wet, they'd be completely see through and I'd see her patch of blonde pussy hair, along with her ass crack. I couldn't wait to get her in the cold shower. Only, with the shadowy impression that my Mom's panties hid, it appeared that she had an untrimmed jungle, a wild bushy pussy of untamed, blonde pubic hair. It was then that I imagined my Mom asking me to trim her pussy. I couldn't help but imagine licking her forest, while inserting a finger in her dense jungle, before trimming her pussy.

With my cock raging so very hard by the thought of seeing my Mom's bushy, pussy through her wet panties and seeing tits and nipples through her wet bra, I was really having an overload of incestuous sexual fantasies now. Oh, my God. I couldn't wait to turn on the cold water and get her in the shower to see what I could see of her in her drenched underwear.

Slowly, I lifted each of her arms to remove her blouse. With her bra shear enough that I could see the dark impressions of her nipples, her nipples made a huge impression in her bra. Was she cold or excited, I wondered, or are her nipples making an appearance because she's in so much pain? I so wanted to run my hand across her bra to feel her bra clad nipples against the palm of my hand, before pulling them out more with my fingertips. I know it's so wrong, but I'd give anything to be able to suck my Mom's nipples through her bra, while I masturbated or while she masturbated me. Oh, my God, I was so horny.

With my cock straining in my pants, I couldn't wait to masturbate over my Mom standing there in her bra and panty. Never is when I'd forget this sexy image of her. My fantasy come true, I couldn't believe my Mom was standing only inches away from me in her sexy underwear. I stopped and stared at her standing there in her underwear. I needed to remember the image of her for when I masturbated over this later and forever. 

"Paul, please, hurry. You need to get me in the tub."

"Okay, Mom. Sorry," I said taking her by the arm and walking her slowly to the tub. "Do you want me to leave so that you can--"

"Paul, what are you doing?"

"What do you mean? I'm helping you in the bathtub," I said looking at her with confusion, as if she hit her head, instead of hurting her back.

"No, honey, you're going to have to strip me naked, first. Mommy can't remove her bra and panties without your help. It hurts Mommy too much to move. And, once I'm naked, you're going to have to help hold Mommy in the shower, too."

What? The movie Spanking the Monkey played endlessly through my mind again, especially the shower scene, where the son helps his Mom take a shower. Only, I was living that in real life now. Did Mommy just say what I thought she said? Mommy wants me to strip her naked? I'm going to have to strip my mother naked and then hold her in the shower? Are you kidding me? I figured she'd take a shower in her bra and panty. I never figured she'd want me to strip her naked and stay there with her, while she's naked, to hold her, as the cold water relaxed her naked body.

I thought I was going to cum in my pants with the thought of stripping my Mom naked and then seeing my Mom naked and ogling her naked body, while holding her. If it wasn't enough for me to see my Mom standing there in her panty and bra, I was about to see my Mom naked, not just for a flash but for a prolonged amount of time. Naked, I was about to see my Mom naked, naked, naked. I couldn't believe it.

Tits, ass, and pussy, tits, ass, and pussy, I was finally going to see my Mom's tits, ass, and pussy. I was crazy with lustful desire for her now. In all the up skirts and down blouses that I've seen of my Mom, about to strip her naked was way better than any fantasy that I've masturbated over my Mom. For a split second, I wanted to run to get my camera, but how in the Hell would I explain to my Mom, my need to take naked photos of her?

Trying to record this sexy image in my mind, so that I could masturbate over the sight of her in her underwear forever, I stared at her standing there in her panty and bra first. Which should I do first, bra or panties? Being a Mommy's boy and never having never seen a pussy up close, I was eager to see my Mom's beaver. I couldn't wait to see her naked, bushy pussy and round, shapely ass.

Carefully, ever so slowly, I put the tips of my fingers in her waistband and rolled down her panties. I couldn't wrap my brain around the thought that I was removing my mother's panties and was about to see her pussy. The back of my fingers touched her smooth naked skin where I never imagined touching her, even in my wildest masturbation and massage fantasies, I never imagined touching my mother's body where I was touching her now. Her skin was so warm and so soft and I so wanted to touch her everywhere.

On the pretense of not hurting her, I squatted as I slowly lowered her panties. Then, I saw the top of her blonde, pubic hair. Removing her panties, as slow as if I was playing five card draw poker and squeezing out a full house, it was then that I realized that my Mom is a real blonde. That's for sure. I've seen the evidence now. Her blonde, bushy, pubic hair was staring at me in the face. 

Oh, my God, I was so frigging excited. Continuing to lower her panty, now all her pussy hair was exposed, I saw the top of my mother's slit. Rather than lift her leg, I just left her panties gathered around her ankles. I figured she'd kick them off, when she stepped in the tub.

"Take my panty off my feet, Paul, so that Mommy doesn't trip."

"Okay, Mom," I said and so wanting to call her Mommy.

Never removing my eyes from her wild patch of blonde, bushy pubic hair, I squatted back down again. There it was again, my Mom's blonde, bushy pussy. Oh, my God. I couldn't believe my eyes. I so wanted to play the question and answer game that I always played with her when I was a kid.

What's that, Mommy?

That's mommy's pussy. 

May I touch it?

Sure, you can touch Mommy's pussy.

May I lick it? 

You'd make Mommy very happy by licking her pussy.

Only, it was a hoot, just imagining that we had that explicitly incestuous conversation.

When rolling down her panties, with my nose was so close to her pussy that I could smell her, she smelled like bath powder. Now that I was removing her panties from around her ankles, slowly and gently lifting her leg to remove her panty, I had an even closer view of her pussy. I took the opportunity to stare.

When I lifted her leg, her pussy lips parted enough for me to see her clit. Looking a little like a miniature penis, the first clit I've ever seen up close, I so wanted to touch it, finger it, lick it, and suck it. My mouth was so close to her pubic hair that I just wanted to flick out my tongue and give her a long, wet lick. Only when I masturbated did I think about having sex with my Mom but, now, with her pussy right there in front of me, I so wanted to eat her, before banging her.

Then, when I stood, as if hugging her, as if about to kiss her, French kiss her, and make out with my Mom, I reached around behind her and unhooked her bra. I was dizzy from the faint smell of her perfume and I just wanted to kiss her neck and kiss her lips, while feeling her tits and fingering her nipples through her bra, before reaching down to finger her pussy. Since my mother's bra was the first bra that I unhooked, I had trouble unhooking it. Nonetheless, being careful not to jostle, twist, and turn her to cause her any undo pain, I was able to get it unhooked without too much difficulty.

Slowly, as if there was a drum roll going through my head, with great trepidation and much anticipation, I peeled off her bra. Her tits were right there and her nipples were erect. My mother was naked. When she opened her eyes, she saw me gawking. 

"Don't be too shocked, Paul," she said with a giggle.

"Sorry for staring, Mom."

"It's just your old, fat, naked mother."

"Mom, are you kidding me? You're not fat. You're beautiful. You have a great body." 

"Oh, stop, Paul. You're being too kind. I'm sure it's not anything that you haven't seen before, except on a younger and more shapely girl."

"You have a spectacular body, Mom. You do," I said using my compliment as my excuse to take a step back and leer at her naked body longer.

"I do? Do you really think so?" She looked down, where I was looking and when she looked up at me her face was flushed. Was she embarrassed or excited? I couldn't tell. I know that I was more excited than embarrassed, that's for sure.

"You don't think my breasts sag?"

"No, Mom, they're perfect," I said brazenly reaching up and lifting up one of her breasts in my hand.

"Thank you, Paul. You're a good boy."

"Yes, Mom. Definitely, you're hot. If you weren't my mother," I said stopping in mid sentence.

"What, Paul? If I wasn't your mother, what? What would you do, if I wasn't your mother?" She gave me a smile that made me want to kiss her. "Tell me, I need to take my mind off my pain with a sexual fantasy."

"Oh, God, Mom, I can't have this conversation with you. It's so wrong with all the things going through my head right now, with you standing here naked."

"Tell Mommy. What is my boy thinking?"

"Mom, are you kidding me? Seeing you standing in front of me, as if I'm not horny enough, makes me crazy."

"Oh, you're a good son," she said gingerly lifting up her arm to give me a hug.

A dream come true, I couldn't believe my naked Mom was hugging me. Her naked tits were squashed against me and her naked bush was pressed against my erection. She made me wish that I was naked, too.

"Actually, other than those models in magazines and those porn videos on the computer, you're the first woman I've seen naked in person."

"Really? Seriously? You're kidding," she looked at me with a shock. "You've never seen a naked woman? I'm your first?"

"Yeah," I said staring at her tits. 

"Well, it's fittingly appropriate that your mother is the first woman that you see naked. Get a good look at me, then," she said with a laugh and putting a painful hand on her hip. 

"Can I touch you?" I couldn't believe I said it, but once I said it, I looked at her with excited anticipation.

"Touch me? What do you mean touch me? Touch me where?" She looked down to where I was staring at her breasts. "You want to feel my breasts?"

"Yes."

"If I wasn't in so much pain, Paul, I'd let you explore my naked body, but I need to lessen my pain with cold water. Maybe, when I'm feeling better, you can touch me, wherever you want to touch me. Okay?"

"Okay," I said.

I couldn't believe my Mom said that I could touch her later. Oh, yeah, we've already gone way past that imaginary incestuous line. My cock ached when she said that I could touch her wherever I want to touch her. I wondered if she meant her pussy. I couldn't believe she'd allow me to explore her naked body, if she wasn't in so much pain. Oh, my God. Yet, I couldn't hide my obvious disappointment and when she saw that look on my face.

"Oh, alright, go ahead," she said. "You can feel my breasts, but gently."

"Okay, Mom," I said. "Thanks."

I felt one and then the other in my palm, as if I was supporting a melon in my hand. I so wanted to cup, caress, and fondle her tit. I so wanted to finger and suck her nipple, while reaching my hand down to finger her pussy. With her nipples erect, was she cold? Were they erect from her back pain? Or was she sexually excited because she was naked in the bathroom with me? I figured she was cold.




Mom Needs Son's Help to Strip Naked



"Well, just get me in the tub so that I can relax this big knot in my back with cold water."

I held her around her naked waist. Gingerly, I walked her to the tub and leaned down to lift her leg over the tub wall. She jumped and screamed when I turned on the cold water. Only, I was getting drenched trying to keep her from slipping and falling in my unsuccessful attempts to avoid her any undo pain.

"You're getting soaked. You'd better take off your clothes, too, Paul," she said.

"Mom? No, I'd be so embarrassed."

I wasn't embarrassed having her seeing me naked. I was embarrassed that I had a huge erection. I was embarrassed to have my mother know that she excited me enough to get me sexually aroused in that way.

"C'mon, tit for that. You've seen me naked, it's only fair that I see you naked, too. You're ogling my naked body, I may as well ogle my son's naked, too," she said with a laugh. "C'mon, the naked sight of you will take my mind off the pain."

Naked? She wants me to get naked? She wants to see me naked? This was just getting better and better. I figured I'd strip down to my underwear, in the way that I do, when I give the dog a bath. I never figured I'd have to get naked, too. Only, I never had an erection giving the dog a bath in the way that I now had an erection stripping my Mom naked, while about to give her a cold shower. I'd be so embarrassed for her to see that she got me so sexually excited and I had an erection.

Even the cold water wasn't lessening the sexual passion that I suddenly felt for my Mom. In truth, I was only too eager to accommodate my Mom's wish for her to see me naked. Hoping she wouldn't slip and fall, I leaned her up against the shower wall and stripped. After seeing my Mom naked, I so wanted to expose my cock to her. I was curious what her reaction would be to seeing my full erection. I was hoping that she'd stare at it again. As soon as I removed my briefs, my cock popped to attention.

"Paul, you have an erection," she said staring at it and then reaching out touched it, before wrapping her hand around my cock. "It's enormous," she said laughing.

If I thought it was exciting when she stared at my cock, it was even more exciting when she reached out and touched my cock, then, when she wrapped her hand around it, I thought I'd cum. I couldn't believe she reached out and grabbed my cock. I was in shock. If only she'd stroke it.

"Mom!"

"Oh, for God's sakes, Paul. I'm your mother. It's nothing I haven't seen and touched before, when I changed your dirty diapers. Besides, if you don't mind, I need to hold onto something hard so that I don't slip and fall and there's nothing in this shower to grab," she said with a little laugh.

I wanted to tell her to hold onto my shoulder or my arm, but I didn't. Happy that she grabbed my cock instead, an understatement, I was enjoying my Mom holding onto my cock. I wanted to tell her to stroke me and I wished she would, but I didn't dare. Instead, hoping she didn't notice me moving, prepared to tell her that the tub was slippery, if she did, I slowly moved my hips back and forth, on the pretense that I was helping to hold my Mom. Slowly humping her hand, without her knowing, my Mom was giving me a slow hand job and it felt erotically good.

As soon as my Mom grabbed onto and held my cock, in a natural and reflexive action, I reached up and cupped her breast, as if helping to hold her up, but holding onto her breast. I didn't dare touch her nipple, but I so wanted to run a slow hand across it. My Mom's tit felt as firm as it felt heavy in my hand. She has gorgeous breasts and I just wanted to suck her nipples, while kneading them in my horny hands.

"It's okay, Mom, I have you. You won't fall," I said ever so slowly swaying with the action of my Mom's hand, wrist, and arm, while still cupping her breast in my hand.

"I see you have a good hold of me," she said laughing, while looking down at my hand cupping her breast.

"Tit for tat, Mom," I said with a laugh. "If you can hold my cock, I can hold your tit," I said finally running a hand across her nipple, before running my finger across her nipple.

"Oh, don't do that, Paul. That gets Mommy excited and Mommy is in too much pain to get sexually excited."

"Sorry, Mom," I said wanting to call her Mommy and now knowing that my mother's nipples were one of her erogenous zones. "I didn't know your nipples were so sensitive," I said running my finger across her nipple again.

"Oh, Paul, don't," she said giggling with glee. "That gets Mommy very excited." 

Even after I cried out in shock that she grabbed my cock, she still tightly held onto my cock. Ever so slightly moving my hips and humping my mother's hand, all the times I imagined my Mom's hand wrapped around my cock, while masturbating me, was nothing like the sensation that I was feeling now and I so wished she'd masturbate me. At that point, I didn't even care the shower was freezing. With my Mom firmly holding onto my cock, I just wanted to hump her hand, I was so hot.

"This isn't working. Let's try an ice bath," she said. "Turn off the shower and start filling the tub with ice," she said. "Now, see if you can gently get me to sit first."

I was touching my Mom practically everywhere to carefully arrange her body to a sitting position.

"Sorry, Mom, I don't mean to sexually molest you," I said, as my hand grab a handful of her breast.

"It's okay, Paul. Mommy understands. I'd rather you accidentally touch me, than hurt me."

Was that an invitation to touch her, even more? If it was, I did. As soon as she said that, I was all over her naked body feeling her big tits and fondling her round ass on the pretense of helping her to sit in the tub. She finally let go of my cock to support her weight by holding onto the side of the tub.

There I was standing in tub and leaning over in front of her, while I imagined my cock was in my mother's mouth. Now my cock was rubbing against her shoulder, as she was slowly moving to a sitting position. In trying to get her in a sitting position, I lifted one of her legs, as she was sitting and my hand slid down from her wet, slippery thigh to her pussy. Oh, my God. I couldn't believe I just touched my Mom's pussy.

"Sorry, Mom. That was an accident. I didn't mean to--"

"Stop saying you're sorry, Paul. It's okay. Do whatever you must do to get me sitting down in the tub without hurting me."

When she said it was okay, I started touching her everywhere again, on the pretense that I was helping her to sit in the tub. Finally, when she was sitting, with me leaning over her and trying to stand without falling, my cock was so close to her mouth that I wished she'd take me in her mouth and suck me. As soon as I thought that, my Mom wrapped her hand around my cock again and pulled me forward and took me in her mouth.

I couldn't believe it. With my hands on the side of the wet tub, losing my balance, I slipped forward and impaled her mouth deeper with my cock. A fantasy dream come true, when I looked down, my mother was looking up at me with my cock in her mouth.

"Mom! What the Hell are you doing?"

"I hope you don't mind, Paul, but sucking on you will take my mind off the pain," she said removing my cock from her mouth to speak. "You don't mind if I suck your cock a little, do you, Paul? It's been a long while since Mommy has had a cock in her mouth and Mommy needs some sexual pleasure to withstand the pain."

She was my mother and she was in pain was my justification to have incestuous sex with my mother. Whatever I could do to ease her pain, I was willing to help. Yet, maybe because she was my mother, but the feel of my cock in her mouth was pure pleasure. I reached down and started fondling her tits and fingering her nipples, while she sucked my hard prick. After all those times that I had masturbated over this exact sexual fantasy, it was as if I had been dreaming a sexual premonition.

Finally, experiencing my sexual fantasy, the one that I imagined nearly every time I masturbated, I always imagined my Mom blowing me, while I fondled her tits and today was the day. I couldn't believe it. I was stunned. I was excited. I didn't care that she was my mother and I was her son. I didn't care that this was incest. It no longer mattered. It felt too good to be so wrong.

"Oh, my God, Mom," I said pausing, while watching her suck me. "You're going to make me cum."

As if giving me the green light to cum in her mouth, when I said that, she sucked me harder and stroked me faster. My mother was willingly sucking my cock, while stroking me with her hand, and cupping my balls with her other hand. She was really blowing me now. I couldn't believe how good she was sucking me. Damn, I never knew my Mom was such a great cocksucker. Just the sight of seeing my cock buried in my mother's mouth, while she was sitting naked in a bathtub of cold water was something I'll be masturbating over for the rest of my life. Never could I have imagined this.

"It's okay, Paul. You can cum in Mommy's mouth. I don't mind," she said removing my cock from her mouth long enough to speak.

I couldn't believe it. Not only was my mother stroking my cock, while blowing me, but she said it was okay for me to cum in her mouth. Even in my wildest sexual fantasy, while masturbating, I never fantasized about cumming in my mother's mouth.

"Mom, this is so wrong," I said humping my mother's mouth and gently putting a hand to the back of her head to fuck her face, while hoping that I didn't hurt her back and hoping she didn't stop. 

"You've been looking up my skirt and ogling my panties and staring down my blouse and ogling my tits for years. And I've enjoyed giving you a free show," she said removing my cock from her mouth to speak again, while looking up at me. "Now, it's my turn. Fuck Mommy's mouth, Paul. Mommy needs to blow you. Cum in Mommy's mouth. I want you to cum in my mouth. Mommy needs to swallow your cum, Paul."

All this time, my Mom knew I was ogling her. I couldn't believe it. Yet, all this time, she still showed me what I needed to see to masturbate.

"Mom, I didn't know you knew that I was trying to see your underwear."

"Paul, I'm not stupid. I knew what you were doing and I played along. I knew you were horny. Flashing you my panties and bra was my way of getting you to help me collect bottles and cans every day for the big Earth Day celebration. I even heard you masturbating in your room and in the bathroom. I felt the vibration and it excited me to know that you were masturbating over me. Sometimes, while knowing you in your room were masturbating over me, I was in my room masturbating over you. Now, this is your reward for being such a good son and helping Mommy."

"Oh, my God, Mom. If I wasn't so excited, I'd be embarrassed," I said putting my hand to the back of her head, again. "Suck my cock, Mom. Blow me, Mommy! Make me cum. Oh, my God, Mommy, I'm gonna cum!"

Now she was really blowing me. She was really sucking my cock, as if she was as hungry to suck my cock, as I was hungry for her to suck my cock. It didn't take me long, before I exploded all that I had in my mother's mouth and she swallowed all that I gave her, before licking my cock clean of every drop of cum. Then, when she finished blowing me, I reached down to help her out of the tub.

"It's okay, Paul. I can do it myself," she said. "I'm freezing. I need to get out of this tub."

"Did the cold bath help? Is your back better, Mom?"

"I never hurt my back, Paul," she said with a sly look. "I just used that as an excuse for you to strip me naked," she said leaning into me, as soon as she stood and kissing me, French kissing me. "I'm freezing though. Grab me a towel."

"Oh, my God, I don't believe you, Mom."

"I knew you'd never touch me otherwise, if I didn't make the first advance," she said with a smile and a kiss.

We toweled off one another and now that she blew me, I was really touching her everywhere. Feeling her tits, fingering her nipples, feeling her ass, and fingering her pussy, I was all over my Mom's hot body, while kissing her. I couldn't believe I was kissing my Mom, French kissing my Mom. It felt so good to kiss her that I forgot all about her being my Mom. Quickly we finished drying off and she took me in her bedroom.

Knowing we were about to go all the way, I quickly ran to my room for a condom. I had the one condom that I had been saving for about three years for such a lucky occasion. I didn't want to get my mother pregnant. That would be nasty.

"You don't need that. I had my tubes tied years ago," she said.

Both still naked, we fell back on the bed. If I felt excited in the bathtub before, when she took my cock in my mouth, it was even more exciting lying beside my Mom naked now. She kissed me, French kissed me and I responded in kind. At first, it was a little weird kissing my Mom like that, but as soon as we started kissing I couldn't stop. Then, when she started fondling my cock again, I was immediately hard.

I was all over her big tits. I couldn't wait to suck them. Then, she moved my hand down to her pussy and showed me what to do. My first pussy, I was fingering my Mom's pussy. She was so slippery wet. She taught me where to touch her and how to touch her and I had her moaning, after only a few minutes of instructions. 

"Eat me," she said. "Lick Mommy's pussy, Paul."

"Okay, Mom," I said sliding down the bed and getting comfortable in between her legs.

To be honest, even though my Mom blew me and I enjoyed receiving a blowjob from her and cumming in her mouth, I was more than reticent to lick my Mom's pussy. First of all, I never licked a pussy before. Secondly, she was my Mom, after all. Yet, I felt that I owed her that and I needed to reciprocate the pleasure she had just given me. Besides, I was curious what it was like to eat a woman's pussy. With her there helping me and guiding my fingers and tongue, different than gaining clumsy experience by learning to eat a woman my age, it didn't take my Mom long to get off and cum in my mouth. I was thrilled that I could give my Mom such sexual pleasure, an orgasm with not only my fingers but also with my tongue.

She pulled me up, as I wiped her off my face and kissed me with more passion that she's kissed me with before.

"Fuck me, Paul. Fuck Mommy," she said in a whispered gasp. "Mommy needs to have your big, hard cock deep in her tight, wet pussy."

I had no idea my Mom talked like this in bed but I liked it. I really liked that she talked dirty to me.

"Tell me that again, Mommy," I said eager to call her Mommy, instead of Mom. "Tell me what you want, Mommy. Talk dirty to me, Mommy. I like it when you talk dirty to me, Mommy."

"Mommy needs you to stick your big, hard cock in her tight, wet pussy," she said whispering her words in my ear, before sticking her tongue in my ear, while squeezing my ass. "Fuck Mommy, Paul," she said louder. "Fuck Mommy! Fuck Mommy!" Now, she was practically screaming the words and, already hard, I couldn't wait to obey my mother by giving her what she wants and all that she needs.

We had sex, wild uninhibited, incestuous sex. I made love to my mother, as if she was my girlfriend and my mother fucked me, as if I was her boyfriend. She was a wild woman and after shooting a first load in her mouth, I shot a second load in her pussy. 

"It's been a long time, since I've had a lover, Paul. After winning the lottery, I don't trust any of the men in town. They just want me for my money," she said looking at me between kisses and hugging me. "You're the best thing that I ever happened to me. You're such a sweet, innocent, young man."

"This is wrong, Mom," I said, suddenly feeling a twinge of guilt.

"No one will know what we do behind closed, doors," she said rolling off of me. She still held onto my penis, fondling it between her fingers. After cumming off twice, I was getting hard again. "We're both at our sexual peaks, right now, Paul. Mommy's horny, too. Mommy needs your cock. If you give Mommy what she wants, Mommy will give you whatever you want," she said taking my cock in her mouth again, while looking up at me.

The sexy look she gave me with my cock in her mouth, is something I'll never forget. I love it when my Mom looks at me with my cock in her mouth. My Mom blew me again and I exploded in her mouth again. Then, waiting a few minutes for me to get hard again, we made love again. Only, this time, I fucked her. I really pounded her pussy and we both got off. I came off four times within two hours. I never knew I was such a stud.

After that, we slept in the same bed and had sex every day. Every day my Mom sucked my cock and every day, I fucked my mother. My Mom and I stayed in our sexual relationship for a year, until I graduated college and found a girlfriend and my Mom found a boyfriend. I still look back at that time we were sexually together with fond memories. Even after I married, even after I went on my Honeymoon, never have I had as much sex with my wife, as I had with my mother. And to think that it all started by going dumpster diving to collect bottles and cans for Earth Day.

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Mom Needs To Cum



I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. I thought that I heard screaming and crying coming from downstairs. My mother was supposed to be out with her new boyfriend, so I thought that my twin sister Shay had gotten into a fight with her boyfriend who had been staying with us at our villa for the past few months. But Shay's boyfriend Tony was such a gentle and cool guy and I could not imagine him getting into a physical fight with Shay. He was not a loud person at all and although he was a big muscled body builder the only instances that I would hear him being loud was when my sister urged him to be loud while they were having sex.

I put my shorts on and proceeded to go downstairs in a hurry. I thought that with Shay nothing was impossible. Unlike her boyfriend she was a firecracker who would cause all sorts of mischief and mayhem all the time. How Tony could stand her I had no idea, or maybe I did. She was extremely hot. To die for kind of hot! 

As I got closer to the living room I thought I heard my mother's voice and then my sister's, and finally Tony's. What were they all doing in the living room this time of night?

"Fuck...fuck that asshole," I heard my mother say.

"That's right mom...to hell with that jerk!" came a reply from Shay.

"Yeah don't worry about that guy Mrs. West. I knew he was up to no good," came Tony's voice in his usual soft manner.

My mother had tears in her eyes and a glass of water in her hand. She sat on a sofa next to my sister. My very hot sister was wearing a very sexy pink bra and matching skimpy panties. Her boyfriend was wearing very tight briefs and standing in front of them. I guessed that they had hurried downstairs in their underwear like me.

"Hey what's going on mom?" I asked concerned. "Why are you home so early?"

"That fucker," my mother almost screamed, "that asshole...I'm too old for him!"

"What!" I exclaimed, genuinely surprised. "You're kidding me right?"

My mother was, and still is a very beautiful woman. She has beautiful silky blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, full lips and large but firm breasts. She gave birth to my sister and me when she was still very young. After a couple of tough years she caught the eye of an aging famous actor, Trent West and married him within a year. 

Trent had been very good to us, and the only father we ever knew, but as we grew older we found out that he could not satisfy my mother sexually because of his age. My mother had stayed loyal to him through the years and only a few months ago, a few months after Trent's passing she had started dating men.

My sister and I wanted her to be happy, so we never gave her a rough time, but we silently disapproved of her choice of men. Maybe because of her long marriage to a much older man my mother needed to date younger guys. Whatever it was, it was not working out and we hoped that she would learn her lesson sooner than later.

Shay put her little hand on my mother's face and looked into her eyes.

"Mom you're beautiful," she said softly, "and you're young. If that jerk doesn't want you, it's his loss! You know that don't you?"

"I don't know anymore," my beautiful mother said earnestly, tears running down her cheeks again. "I mean I'm thirty six and I am like a nun! I talk to my friends and they tell me things that I have no clue what they are about. They have fun....why can't I?" 

"Oh mommy it's ok," my sister replied. "You just started dating a couple of months ago!"

"I haven't even had an orgasm in my entire life for God's sake!" my mother announced unexpectedly. "I hear it's Heaven. Other women have it. I have no idea how it feels to have one!"

We all fell silent for a few long moments. I looked at my sister and saw a sneaky smile on her face. She got up, walked to the bar, poured a double Scotch for my mom and went back and handed it to her. I sized my sister's gorgeous body with my eyes as she walked gloriously to and from the bar. Shay looked at Tony and me and this time smiled openly. It was a naughty smile that came to her when she was about to do something naughty or rebellious.

"You know what mom?" Shay finally broke the silence. "To hell with love and dating....I mean who needs that crap?"

My mom who was not a drinker swallowed her drink straight up and then looked at my sister.

"What do you mean honey?" she asked, perplexed.

"I mean that what you need is some really hot sex and you don't have to go through a hundred men to get that," Shay said and took my mother's hand in hers.

"Then what do I do?" my mother asked.

"I can teach you," Shay replied seductively. "I mean Tony and I...we can teach you! I guarantee that Tony can give you an orgasm. I see to it myself. Not all men can give a woman orgasms you know!"

At this point I walked to the bar. I poured Tony and myself doubles. We both swallowed our drinks in less than a second. My mother was silent. She was looking down at her hand, the one that my sister kept squeezing reassuringly. I could not bear to look at her, or listen to her response to my naughty sister's naughty offer. I could not believe that my sister had dared to go that far, but then again I could.

She was a tease and just making the offer would be a major adrenaline rush for her. Speaking of adrenaline rushes, I felt that all my blood was rushing to my head and my face must have been as red as a tomato.

After what seemed to be ages of silence my mother looked up at my sister who was still smiling reassuringly. Then she looked at Tony and me. I saw a strange sparkle in her beautiful blue eyes. She was no longer crying or sad. She did not look angry either. She finally moved her lips. The suspense was too much to bear.

"OK...let's do it!" she finally said.

"Woohoo...yeah way to go mom!!!" my sister screamed.

"But are you sure Tony wouldn't mind?" my mom asked sincerely.

"Are you crazy mother? He would love to fuck a hot babe like you!" my sister replied.

"Oh...yeah Mrs. West," Tony said when my mother looked at him. "I'll be honored...I mean it's cool...I mean..."

"Don't be shy Antonio," my sister said in all seriousness. "Tell her that you would love to fuck her!"

"I would love to fuck you Mrs. West," Tony said shyly despite my sister's strict orders.

"So where should we do it?" my mom asked. "Upstairs in my room?"

"No mom...your bed is not big enough for the four of us!" Shay replied. "I'll make a place for us right here on the floor."

"The four of us?" I asked almost shivering. "You don't need me for this...do you?"

"Oh yeah...I need you bro," Shay replied. "It's ok for Tim to stay mom...right?"

"Well...I don't know," my mother said. "I guess it's not fair to ask your brother to leave now."

"Yeah I'm sure that we can find something for my dear brother to do," my sister said and giggled.

"Ok then...that's settled," my mother said and smiled. "Tim you stay right here next to me. I don't want you to leave my sight for a second. I might need to hold your hand if your sister can deliver what she promised me."

My sister and Tony ran upstairs to get some sheets and pillows. My cock had started getting hard in my shorts and I caught my mother staring at it.

"Anything wrong honey?" my mom asked.

"Huh? No mom...this is all just a little unexpected you know." I replied.

"To be honest I can't believe I said yes to your sister, but it's ok now," she paused thoughtfully for a moment, then continued, "but don't be shy honey...just stay here right next to me and help your sister do what she wants to do."

Tony and Shay were back. After they made a cozy place for us on the floor Shay told my mother to take off her dress. In a minute my mother was only wearing her lace bra and panties.

"Ok Tim...here's what I want you to do," my sister said, "do whatever I do to her with my hand on this side to her other side. Just follow my lead."

Tony stood in front of my mother and Shay ordered them to kiss each other. As they started kissing each other hotly Shay started scratching my mother's back very softly. I did the same. My mother's beautifully tanned skin felt hot to my touch, almost as if she had a fever. Shay grabbed my mother's wrist and gently put her hand inside Tony's briefs.

Tony started kissing my mom more intensely as she obviously was playing with his cock inside his briefs. Then Shay went behind Tony and pulled down his briefs. I could see my mother's delicate hand holding the root of Tony's thick penis. His cock was hard and big.

"Kneel right here in front of him mom and lick his big balls," my sister directed. "Tim, unhook her bra and gently slide it off of her now!"

I noticed that she stressed on the word gently and I slowly pushed my mom's golden hair aside before I reached for her bra and unsnapped the hook. As I slowly slid the strings down her shoulders I massaged my mom's sexy shoulders. When the bra was finally off I gave it to my naughty sister.

"Wow Tim, look at these babies!" Shay exclaimed. "Get over here and look at her beautiful nipples. They're so fucking nice and stiff! My God! Wow...and I though that mine were nice!"

My mother had stopped licking Tony's balls to see the reaction on my face. She smiled and purred as I lovingly put my hand into her beautiful golden hair and brushed it with my fingers. As she closed her eyes at my touch I kissed her shoulder blade softly and lovingly.

"Tear her panties off of her bro," my sister directed lovingly. "I get this side you, get yours."

After struggling a couple of minutes we managed to rip our mother's panties off of her. I looked at the perfect shape of her ass cheeks and saw that my sister was doing the same. She started squeezing and fondling our mom's right butt cheek and I did the other side. Then my sister readjusted her position and sat right behind our mother. As I continued to move my hand up and down my mother's gorgeous curvy back shay poked her butt hole with her middle finger. My mom's reaction was to arch her back and then she pushed her butt towards my sister's poking finger.

"Mom I'm gonna have my brother spread your ass cheeks wide open and then I will finger your asshole," my sister said. "You can start licking my boyfriend's shaft now. I want to hear licking and sucking noises coming from you. Tony, slap her face with your cock meat...I wanna hear it!"

Tony started spanking my hot mother's face with his big cock. My mother tried to catch the head of his cock with her lips but Tony was too fast for her. As things started heating up between Tony and my mom Shay had me keep my mom's butt cheeks spread open.

"Mom I'm gonna spit up your tight little asshole now," my hot sister announced, "then I will finger you there...ok?"

My naked mother tried to say yes butt she couldn't since she had half of Tony's big cock down her throat.

"Then I take that as a yes," my sister giggled and smiled at me. Then she did exactly what she said she would do.

She spat a few big globs of saliva into our mother's asshole, then she started fingering her.

"Tim it's getting kinda hot here, will you take my bra off for me?" she asked. "Just the way you did for mommy ok?"

My sister was right. It was hot summer night and the room was getting really hot. I could see the four of us forming beads of sweat on our bodies.

"Do you want me to turn the AC on Shay?" I asked.

"No honey...I think sweat is sexy. Just wait until mom's tanned skin glistens with sweat," she said, "come and kiss and scratch my back now baby!"

I liked the way my sister was calling me baby. I took off her bra for her and kissed her skin up and down her back. As I was kissing the side of her cheek she turned her face towards me and licked my lips. My heart started pumping faster as her tongue forcefully entered my mouth. My mom could not see us kissing. I wondered how she would feel about it.

"Rip my fucking panties off...now!" Shay commanded me breathlessly.

Suddenly Shay stopped kissing me, and fingering my mom. She made my mom sit straight up by pulling on her hair.

"Come over here mom...enough sucking and licking for you!" she commanded.

Shay put a couple of pillows under my mom's butt as she made her lie down on her back. Then she instructed Tony to put his face on my mother's cunt and start licking.

I knelt right next to my mother on the floor and she grabbed my wrist tightly. She looked right into my eyes as Tony started licking her harder. She furrowed her sexy brows as she experienced the intensity of Tony's licking tongue.

"Do you know how fucking sexy you look right now mom?" I asked her.

"Oooh ooh fuck...thanks baby...oh shit...SHIT!!!" she gasped. "Oh my fucking God...yes!"

I caressed her beautiful hair and wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of my hand. My mom screamed loudly when my sister started pinching and twisting her stiff nipple like she was trying to find a radio station. She squeezed my wrist harder and then tried to say something that looked like "YOU TOO!"

I obeyed my sexy mother of course and took her exquisitely long and stiff nipple between my thumb and forefinger and started pulling, twisting, squeezing and pinching. She turned her face towards my arm and suddenly started biting my arm gently. My sister started kissing and nibbling on our mother's neck.

"Oooh my beautiful fucking babies," our mom screamed. "This is so fucking good. So fucking goooooooood!"

"Hey guys," we heard Tony say from between our mother's legs. "Come and take a look at this!"

Shay and I immediately moved to see what was going on at Tony's spot. Tony had stopped licking, but our mom's pussy lips were closing and opening automatically and there was a creamy discharge coming out of her exquisite cunt.

"Ooh mom...good news!" my sister said cheerfully. "Your pussy's creaming."

"Is that good honey?" our mother asked, gasping.

"Yes mommy," Shay replied cheerfully. "That means that you can cum and you can probably squirt too."

"Oh like squirt pee out of my pussy?" my mom asked innocently.

"No mom....you're so silly," Shay laughed. "No it's when you cum you squirt a lot of cum, I mean pussy juice at once....that's so cool if that's the case. I think I can make you cum right now if I finger you, but I want us to wait."

"Anyone thirsty?" I asked. "I'm gonna go get some iced tea."

After drinking our iced tea and taking a short break my sister asked me to take my shorts off.

"Wow...look what you've been hiding from us all this time, it's bigger than Tony's." my sister said with awe.

"Yeah," I said, "but Tony's is thicker!"

Then Shay had me kneel right there in front of them. She went behind me and spat into my asshole and started fingering me there. My mother spat on my cock which was less than an inch away from her face and told me to beat off while she watched.

"I love the smell of your cock baby," she said looking directly into my eyes.

Her nose almost touched the tip of my cock. A drop of pre-cum escaped my pee hole and landed on my mother's cheek. I was not sure if she noticed it because she did not do anything about it.

"Ok guys let's get back to mom," my sister said abruptly. "Tim I want you to push down on her stomach with the palm of your hand like this," she took my hand and placed it on my mom's cunt bush, "Tony I want you to lick her very gently, barely touching her pussy. Mom why don't you lean on your elbows so you can watch us play with you...yeah that's it."

In less than a minute my beautiful mother was back in Heaven. When the tip of my finger accidentally brushed against the tip of her clit she screamed again.

"Oh God...look at her fucking clit!" my hot sister exclaimed. "It's so fucking hard. Touch it Tim!"

I touched it gently and my mother screamed ten times louder this time.

"Tim, pull hard on her pussy hair...I'm gonna pinch her clit," my sister said, "but I need to be careful not to make her cum!"

I pulled very hard on my mother's pubic hair while Shay pinched her clit twice with her fingers very hard. Our mother started sobbing at this point. Shay looked at me and smiled.

"Look we made our mommy cry," she said jokingly. "Let's go kiss her to make her feel better."

I sat next to our mother and kissed her face, then her eyes and then her lips. She opened her mouth and kissed me back but she did not stop crying. Then my sister cut in and started kissing our mom. I licked her salty tears off her face as she and Shay kissed deeply. Tony started licking my mom's fuming cunt faster again.

"Look Tim...so cool, she's covered in sweat and tears...look how pretty her skin looks now?" my sister said.

"Yeah sis...look at the color of her hair against her skin," I replied. "Ain't she the prettiest chick you've ever seen?"

"Look at her fucking awesome body...those boobs...nipples...her flat fucking stomach!"

"Look at those pretty pouting lips, her beautiful eyes and those sexy grimaces on her face!"

"Look at that creaming throbbing cunt, that hard clit and that sexy curly hair above her pussy!"

My mom started to laugh.

"See...we made you cry and now we make you laugh!" my sister said before closing her mouth around one stiff nipple and sucking very hard. I did the same on my side.

"Shee, do it ike thish bro," my sister said with our mom's hard nipple between her teeth.

I took her other nipple between my teeth and started flicking it with the tip of my tongue. Our mother had stopped laughing. She started breathing heavily and mewling loudly.

"Oooooh fuck....you two are driving me so fucking crazy!" my mom announced. "Don't stop...please don't stop. Bite my fucking nipples! Suck on them! Hardeeeeeerrrr!"

My sexy twin sister and I sucked, nibbled and bit on our mother's stiff dark pink nipples lovingly and lustfully, making her scream and mewl in ecstasy.

"Hey guys," Tony's said, "her pussy is doing that thing again. I think she might cum if I lick her a couple of more times!"

"No Tony," Shay replied. "Stop licking! We don't want her to cum just yet. I want to drive her fucking crazy before we let her cum!"

Shay let go of my mother's breast and nipple and urged me to do the same.

"Come with me bro," she said to me and winked. "Let's go cool her pussy down together."

Shay lay in between our mother's legs on her stomach with her face right above her quivering pussy. She looked at me expectantly. Tony sat behind my mother and let her lean against his body to keep herself in a half seated position. I finally joined my sister and positioned my face right above my mother's hot cunt, right beside my sister's face.

"Okay bro, start blowing," Shay said. "Wait! Give me a hot kiss before we start."

I kissed her softly and lustfully on her beautiful lips. She smiled at me like a naughty angel that she was after we parted our lips. I could see the heat, the burning lust and the mayhem in her sparkling blue eyes. She put the palm of her hand right above our mother's pussy and started pushing down. Then we both started blowing into our mother's overheated pussy at the same time.

"Does this feel good mom?" Shay asked. "Is your pussy cooling down now?"

"Mmmm...feels so nice honey," our mom hissed.

My mother's thick and curly dark blonde cunt hair parted like a cornfield on a windy day. I watched my sister's pretty lips forming an O as she kept blowing. I watched her small hand and fingernails on top of my mom's pubic area and suddenly I needed to touch her. I put my own hand on top of my sister's and pushed down. She responded to my gesture by taking my hand into hers, as if to say, "we are in this together! We are playing this forbidden game with our mother's beautiful cunt....together! You and I. A sexy brother and sister team and this is so much fucking fun!"

Then suddenly and unexpectedly Shay threw one leg over my butt and started grinding her pussy against my side. Her pussy was hot and very wet. I looked up at my mother and saw that she was smiling. That must have encouraged Shay because she moved her body and sat on my back. I felt the wetness of her pussy trace down my back and rest on top of my butt cheeks. Then she started grinding her pussy slowly but firmly against my butt. I felt her pussy juices run down my butt and into my asshole. 




Mom Needs To Cum



"I'm riding your fucking butt bro," she announced cheerfully. "Whoee...I'm a cowgirl! I love your fucking ass Tim. It's so hard and muscular. Feels so fucking nice!"

She then lay completely on top of my body and pushed my face down into our mother's cunt with her hand on the back of my neck. My cheek rested on my mother's hot inner thigh and my nose right on the flesh of pink fold of her hot pussy. The hot and thick scent of her fuming pussy filled my nostrils. Now I felt my mother trying to grind her pussy against my nose.

Just as things were about to get really crazy and out of hand, Shay got off my back and joined me again above our mother's pussy. She licked my lips and then forced her little pink tongue into my mouth. I sucked on her warm tongue. Then I felt my mother's hand grabbing the top of my head and pushing my face into my sister's. We tongue kissed like that for what seemed like three or four minutes.

Then Shay abruptly stopped. She was teasing not only my mother but all of us. She would not let a position last long enough to result in an orgasm or penetration. It seemed that we all loved playing along. This was probably more exciting than the act of fucking itself. This was a long and forbidden foreplay that was driving all of us crazy, each and every hot minute of it!

"How about some thick and hard cock mom?" Shay asked wickedly. "Do you think you're ready for it?"

"Fuck yeah honey...please let me have some cock baby!" my mom pleaded.

"Tony, put my mom's head down on the floor," Shay instructed, "Tim I want you to lift her ass up for me because I need to finger her asshole really good and have it nice and ready for Tony's cock!"

"My asshole?" our mother screamed. "Why not my pussy? His cock is too God damn big for my asshole!"

"Trust me mom," Shay replied softly. "You'll be fine and you're gonna love it. I'll make sure that your asshole is nice and ready for his thick cock."

I did not wait for my mother to respond to Shay and lifted her lower body in a way that her ass and pussy were right in front of Shay's face. Shay instructed her to spread her legs open, then she inserted her middle finger into our mother's asshole.

"Relax your asshole mom!" Shay said. "I'm gonna put two fingers inside you now. Just relax mommy!"

Shay lowered her face to our mother's asshole and spat right into it. She asked Tony to help me out and spread our mom's ass cheeks open wide so she could have better access to her asshole. Then she started fingering the asshole with two fingers, really firm and hard this time. My mom was moaning with pain and pleasure at my sister's anal assault on her tight little asshole.

"Ok mom, I'm happy now and I think you can take his cock!" Shay announced with a smile.

I let my mother's lower body down and put two pillows under her butt to lift her up and have her at a good angle for Tony's cock. Tony positioned himself between my mother's legs and put the wide and thick tip of his cock against her asshole. Shay spat five or six times on Tony's big cock head and grabbed it by the root, then pushed it forward. I knelt beside my mother and she clutched my wrist again to feel safe.

"Push Tony honey....that's it," Shay said. "It's almost past her shit ring. Push baby, push!"

From the look on my mother's face I could tell that she was in a lot of pain. She looked at me as if she was begging me to stop Tony. I looked at my sister and saw that although she was saying that this would work, she was not at all sure that it would actually work.

"NGGGfuck...Shay baby, he's gonna rip my asshole," my mother begged. "Please take it out!"

"Oh well," Shay said. "It's a bummer!"

"Sorry honey it's just too thick," my mother said. "But maybe..."

My mother and sister exchanged a look, then they both looked at me.

"Maybe..." my mom continued, "I can take your brother's cock instead?"

"Fuck yeah mom!" Shay said and lit up like a firecracker. "Now you're talking. His cock is longer, but it's not as thick as Tony's."

"Yeah baby..." my mom said and looked at me, "put your brother's ock in me and have him fuck my asshole! I think I can handle his beautiful cock!"

"Yeah sexy brother," Shay said, "come and give me your cock. You're gonna fuck this sexy bitch's asshole now!"

A moment later I was in between my mother's legs and my sister was holding my cock at its base. She spat on my cock a few times and then put it against my mother's tight asshole. She took the tip of my cock between her fingers and pushed it past my mother's shit ring. It went in with a loud plop. I felt that I was dreaming. My cock was inside my mother's asshole and my sister was holding my shaft, pushing it in further into the now sucking asshole. I could see my mother's face. I could see her lips moving. I could see my sister smiling. But I could not hear a word.

"...all the way in right to the root bro!"

"...honey....good...mommy...push!"

"...fuck...move...mom's asshole!"

"Are you ok baby?" I could finally make sense of the words. It was my mom's voice. "Honey your face is red. Do you want to stop?"

I felt a slap on my butt. My sister had started spanking my butt really hard and she was yelling at me, telling me to move.

"Start fucking her Tim!" she was screaming. "What's wrong with you? Fuck our fucking mom. Don't you like the way your cock feels inside her?"

I looked down at my cock. It was buried all the way to the root up my sexy mother's hot asshole. I grabbed her hips firmly and pulled back, almost all the way out. Then I pushed in with all the energy I had in me. Back again, then forward: I fucked her as hard as I possibly could. My mom's beautiful hair was all over the place. She was screaming, begging me to fuck her harder.

"Fuck me baby...yeah that's my boy," she was screaming. "Rip my fucking asshole apart. I love it honey. Whoeee!"

My sister was going crazy as well. She was fondling my balls and biting my nipple, sucking really hard, telling me how beautiful I was and how good my cock looked inside our mother's asshole. Then I realized that my ass was still being spanked. It was Tony. I didn't mind. I was too busy fucking my mother up her ass!

Then Shay forced me to pull out of our mother's asshole. She took my cock and licked the tip of it. 

"Mom sit up," Shay instructed. "Yeah lean against your elbows. I want you to see everything that's about to happen."

My sister grabbed my cock by its root and started spanking our mother's cunt lips with it. My mother looked down at her pussy, then my cock and then she gazed right into my eyes. Her hot look was one of ultimate longing, lust and ecstasy. Her cunt sucked my cock right in when my sister finally put it inside her.

"Fuck our mother bro," Shay said firmly. "Mom, fuck him back!"

Her cunt was burning hot. As I started pounding her pussy hard and fast it made wet noises. Squish, plop, splash!

Her hips started twisting as her boiling cunt squeezed my cock hotly. She pressed her cunt bush against my pubic hair and started grinding, shaking and screaming with my entire cock inside her. When my sister lowered her face and took our mother's stiff clit in her mouth, she finally exploded. No sound came from her. As I felt her juices flowing out of her I pulled out of her pussy. A flood of hot and clear pussy juice followed my cock. Two more big squirts of cum were followed by half a dozen smaller sprinkles. My sister and I, and even Tony were covered in her juices.

My beautiful blonde mother collapsed on the floor. My sister ran and brought her a glass of water. A few moments later I was playing with her pretty hair and kissed her mouth as Tony fucked the shit out of her. My sister was sucking her nipple and playing with her clit. She came once more. This time less intensely than the first time. Right after that my mother helped my sister ride my cock.

"So what next?" my mother asked playfully as Shay was fucking her pussy up and down my shaft.

"How about a gangbang for you mom?" Shay said breathlessly. "Or we can join a swingers' club and go fuck strangers all night. How about that?"

"I love it baby," my mom replied. "I love all your dirty little plans!"