18 comments/ 278272 views/ 45 favorites Mom Takes It Slow By: Mikelh I found the papers scattered near the curb where an animal, or those big black crows must have torn open the garbage bag before it was taken away. I don't usually pick up things from the street, but the bright green ink caught my attention. The four pages were obviously torn out of a book and one was dated. They didn't seem to be in order; I started reading. May 27 I was happy looking at him naked, thinking that it was my body that was making him so big, and hard. I wanted it so much, and I wanted it wherever he wanted to put it. My channel became a sheath that grasped, and caressed, my young man. He was thick in me and I never wanted it to stop. I didn't know if it was so good because he was such an expert lover or because having sex with him was the most forbidden lovemaking I could imagine, but at that moment, none of it mattered. The only thing I cared about was that he was inside me, and making me a woman who was desired again. I asked him if he loved me and he said, "Of course I love you mom." My mouth must have opened in astonishment as I read those words. A mother was writing about fucking her own son. I could feel myself hardening as I continued to read. "Tell me baby…please tell me." I knew what I wanted to hear…and what I didn't want to hear was ‘Because you're my mother'. I wanted him to tell me something that would make it all right. He must have instinctively known, because he answered, "I love you because you're a brave woman…because you're beautiful, and you feel good…and it feels right when I'm inside you like this, because you love me, and because we're for each other and you belong to me…don't you Lana?" "Yes Andy, I do…yes baby." I thrilled at the sound of my name in his mouth, and he pressed deeper into my pussy. I wanted to hear it again and I said, "Lana would give you anything…everything...my sweet Andy." He said, "Yes Lana…I can feel it…the way you take me inside you…Lana…Lana." Each time he said my name it was like a stroking, deeper into me than any man had ever gone, into a place that's physically inaccessible. It made me want to come. I surrendered to the sensations and my orgasm rocked me. I told Andy I was coming and he said, "Yes mom, come on my cock…come." The way he spoke, I knew he hadn't come yet. I'd never come twice with a man who hadn't finished once. I was momentarily exhausted but I wanted more. I didn't have to worry. I would get more. I'd always read in books about lovers who made love all night. I thought it was a fantasy, until that night with my son Andy. I was hard as a rock by then, standing in the street, unable to take my eyes from the pages. I wasn't sure if the next page was a continuation or a new entry. It had some lines crossed out that I couldn't make out, and then it went on. He let me rest a few minutes before starting to stroke my pussy with his hand. I was ready as soon as his slippery finger uncovered my clit and circled it with just the right amount of pressure. He picked up the signals of my body movements and sounds without my having to say anything. He knew how to press, where to press, and when to press. He brought himself to my opening and his hardness opened my vagina; he filled me once more with his manhood. I was proud that the one who was making me feel so good was my son. He stroked into me from different angles and each way produced different sensations. He was thick, long, and straight, and he opened me totally. I was glad that I was as wet as I was. There must have been more to that entry, but I couldn't find it as I leafed through the papers. The next one I read continued in the same erotic and romantic vein. He hadn't said much about my body, but I liked hearing him say, "You have a nice ass, mom." He felt it, and fingered it and it seemed to excite him. After stroking me for a long while he said, "When I'm ready mom, can I come in you?" I said, "Yes darling, it's okay, come inside me; I want you to." As he took me and made me hotter, I wanted to say things I'd never said to any lover, that I loved his cock in me, that I wanted his cum to fill my pussy. I was too ashamed to say it to my son, but I wasn't too ashamed to feel it. I couldn't remember anyone staying inside me for that long. He seemed able to decide for himself when to have his orgasm. He leaned down and whispered in my ear between licks with his tongue and that made me shiver. He said, "Are you ready mom? I'm going to come in you…I'm going to fill your pussy with my cum…I'm going to give it all to you." "Yes baby," I said. "Fill mommy's pussy, fill me…fill me…" By then, I was ready to come again and when he touched my clit, I arched and began the spasms that stiffened my whole body. I cried out to him and the first cord of hot cum shot into my pussy. My son was coming in me and I was coming with him and everything was a swirl of liquid and thrashing and humping and pounding. I was so relieved after climaxing, I started laughing and hugging him to me. I wrapped my legs around him and squeezed as hard as I could until he started laughing too. "I love you so much mom," he said as he placed a bouquet of kisses on my face. "I'll always love you, always." His kiss told me that it was more than sex and I answered him with my opened heart. "My sweet baby, momma's always going to love you too." I couldn't believe that I wasn't self-conscious, even though I was naked, with my legs opened in front of my son. He made me feel comfortable and warm in his presence, as he stroked me with his hand and explored me with his fingers. I was finally with a lover who could touch my soul with as much feeling as he could touch my body. I could finally give myself to the man that I wanted to have me. That was all, but that was enough. I had a rush to every part of my body. It was the most exciting thing I had ever read…and I knew it was all bullshit. I knew not one word of it was true, because I was standing in front of my own house, and my mom's name is Lana, and none of it had happened, because my name is Andy. The fantasy I had been reading was in my mother's handwriting, in the green ink from her favorite pen. The most shocking thing about it was - how could I have never known how she felt? Sure, she had always been a warm loving mother, but I had never felt anything sexual from her. Maybe I was jumping the gun…she was always scribbling and had some things published in local papers…maybe it was just a writing thing, a wacky flight of erotic fancy that didn't have anything to do with the way she really felt. I went back and forth with it for hours and the only thing I was certain about was that she would never again be just ‘Mom' to me. Before she came home from work, I came twice just thinking about her. I always thought that she had a good body and a pretty face, but those pages had changed my attitude towards her forever. My mother now seemed sexually appealing and maybe, sexually attainable. I imagined being inside her and the possibility that it might actually happen made it that much more exciting. I couldn't wait for her to come from work. I wanted to look at her with my new eyes, listen for the words between the words, watch her watch me. When she finally did get home, I couldn't see a thing. I kissed her hello and told her that she looked great. She looked at me as if I was nuts. She smiled and said, "Well, what's gotten in to you?" I said, "Nothing, just saying hello." "Oh, that's nice - are you sure you're not in some kind of trouble…do you need money?" I said, "No mom, I'm fine." I had stopped taking money from her ever since I got a job in my senior year in high school. After graduating I talked about getting my own place but she had convinced me not to rush and to stay at home for a while longer. She made dinner and she acted as she always had, just like my mom, not like the woman who wrote that she wanted her son to have sex with her. While we ate I couldn't help checking her out. I looked at the swell of her breasts and imagined what her nipples would look like. I had only seen them once when I was younger; she was getting dressed and didn't know I was home. I remember that they covered the ends of her tits and were pinkish. Her boobs were also larger than I expected because she was so slim and never wore tight clothes. In the years that past she may have put on a few pounds but didn't look much different. This may sound a little strange, but we had different last names so even her name turned me on, Lana Monzano…Lana Monzano; two rounded syllables on top, then a triangle of sounds like legs opened with another triangle at its apex. Okay, I guess I was going a bit nuts, especially when I stared at her. I guess she saw the attention I was paying her and she said, "Are you sure nothing's wrong?" I don't know what I expected to happen but was turned on and I just blurted out, "I found what you wrote." Her eyebrows furrowed as she asked, "What do you mean?" "I found what you wrote about you and me; it must have come out of the trash and I saw it on the street." It dawned on her. "Oh my God. I tore up the book…how…did you read that whole thing?" "No mom, there were only a few pages, and I just wanted to see what it was." She put her hands over her face and said, "I'm so ashamed…I'm sorry Andy…I…oh God…" I got up and went over to her. I put my hands on her shoulders and said, "No mom, you don't have to be ashamed…I liked it…I want to also…" I kissed her neck and was about to put my hand on her breasts when she yelled. "No Andy…no…that was just…writing…I was just writing…it doesn't mean that we could ever do those things." She became agitated and stood to face me and a pleading look came over her face as her eyes met mine. "God, what have I done?" "It's okay mom, you didn't do anything, it just got me turned on… I'm sorry I didn't mean to…" "No honey, it's not your fault." She took a deep breath. "Let me try to explain this," she said. "It was just a fantasy that nobody was supposed to see. I was feeling so down. It just seems that all the men in my life…oh, you know…I was divorced from your father so young and then it was Paul and then it didn't work out with Steven…I don't know, I was feeling like I would never have someone to love, and that it was probably my fault." "Well that's not true and you know it mom. If my father was any good, don't you think he might have stayed in contact with me instead of disappearing? And Paul was interested only in screwing you and every other woman he could get, including your so-called friend Claudia. And you really needed that son of a bitch Steven to push you around? It's no wonder you wanted someone who would treat you right." I started getting hot thinking about sex with her again and I said, "You deserve it mom…I could love you like that." Her face was in her hands again and I put my arms around her and held her. She started crying and after a few moments she softened in my embrace. I kissed her forehead and put my hand on her breast. She took a deep breath as my thumb crossed her nipple and then she took a step back and looked at me. Her eyes were filled and her cheeks were shiny with tears as she said, "We can't honey, we just can't." She went to her room and I didn't see her for the rest of the night. The next day was Saturday so we were both off. When she finally came out of her room it was almost noon. "I guess this will be an elephant in the room with us forever if we don't talk about it," She almost hyperventilated. "So let's do it and be done. Just ask me what you want, and I'll tell you the truth, and it'll be over with." "When did this all start for you mom?" I asked. "It was probably somewhere inside me without me even knowing about it for a while, but the first time I actually thought about you…you know, this way, was just a few months ago, at the end of the summer." She hesitated and then seemed to straighten up as if she'd decided just to say whatever had to be said. "You had come from the beach and I was finishing the laundry. I saw your door was opened and I went to bring your things into your room. You were asleep with the sheet off you." She lowered her eyes. "You must have been dreaming or something because you were all…thick, and hard. I know I shouldn't have, but I got excited, and then my head just tripped off. ‘Wouldn't it be wonderful to have someone want me like that, a man I could trust, a man I knew wouldn't hurt me, a man who would love me and not leave me.' That's when I started writing that thing about you and me." "Why did you throw it away, mom?" "I realized I was getting caught up with it; I was getting too far into the fantasy. I knew I wanted someone in my life, and I was thinking about it all the time and how could there be anything between a mother and her son? I knew I had to stop and get real about my life, so I tore it up and told myself not to think about it anymore." "Do you still think about me mom?" She looked at me and I could see her mouth turn down and quiver when she said, "Yes." I went and put my arms around her. She let me hold her for a long time and stayed wrapped in me. My hand held the small of her back. She was pressed into me and when I started to break away, she said, "Honey, just hold me for a few more minutes, would you?" I said, "Sure mom." I knew that she must have felt me hardening against her. I put my hand under her top and stroked her back. I couldn't decide if I should unhook her bra. In the same instant, a desire to feel her bare breasts overwhelmed me and I quickly snapped the bra open with one hand. She stayed melted in my arms and my hand reached around as we kissed. Soft. The word ran through me. My mother's velvety, full breast, filled my hand. She didn't resist as I undressed her. We continued to kiss until only a pair of sheer ecru panties revealed the darker thatch between her legs. I hesitated a moment and my mother pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. She stood in front of me and when I just stared, she turned her eyes down and began to squirm. She blushed; it looked like her whole body was blushing. I finally found my voice and said, "Mom, you're so lovely; you don't have to be shy, you look great." She said, "You're a sweet liar, but thanks. I think every inch of me is tingling." I could see the effect on her nipples that were becoming erect. I looked from top to bottom at the body that was making me hard. Every curve was right; the light and shadow accentuated her breasts and ass. I tried not to stare at her pussy, which was trimmed, but still covered by fine hair. I put my lips to her ear and whispered, "Wow." I put my hand between my mother's legs and gently held her pussy cupped in my palm. I slowly moved my hand so that the heel of my palm contacted her clit. I whispered in her ear again. "Mom, tell me how you would write this scene." She sort of moaned as I continued rubbing. "Oh honey…I cant." I licked in her ear and continued to whisper, "Yes mom, say the words, I want to hear what you hear in your head." She closed her eyes, and spoke softly, "My son is touching me and teasing me with gentle fingers that lights me up between my legs. I'm feeling very close to Andy as he does wonderful things to me with his mouth and tongue. He tells me that he loves me." When she said that, I said, "Yes, your son loves you very much." I then began kissing her neck and went down to her breasts. I took one of the swollen nipples in my mouth and almost expected to be rewarded with nectar from the thick rubbery tip. Mom continued her monologue. "I've never seen my nipples get so long as they do between my young son's lips. He kisses me like a lover and a rush of amorous feelings course through me; I hadn't been kissed that way for years. When I can't stand it any longer, I get on the bed and open my legs. I imagined what I look like, a mother opening herself for her young son. I don't care." At that point my mother got on the bed and I could see her wetness as she opened herself for me. She said, "Be inside me baby; I want you inside me." I could hardly get my pants off because I was so stiff. I could see mom react when she saw my hard-on. It was solid and straining and it was for her. I was hard for my mother and she said, "It's beautiful baby, beautiful that you want me so much." She lifted her legs slightly and held them apart. Her wetness felt thick on her thighs. The sight of my mom on the bed with her legs opened had me transfixed. Watching her spreading it with her fingers so I could be inside her burned a picture into my brain I knew I would take out again and again in the future. Even though she was offering herself to me, I was still tentative as I brought my cock to the wet opening. I almost expected her to stop me, but she just closed her eyes and waited for me to be inside her. I penetrated her, opening her with my stiffness and taking what she gave willingly. My hard rod slowly filled her pussy. Nothing felt wrong about it; it only felt good. The relief of having my cock permeating her was evidenced by the long sighing sounds we both made. She said, "Oh Andy, you're inside me…it's so good baby…isn't it honey?" I said, "Yes mom, it's how I'm going to love you from now on." I measured my mother's depths with slow rhythmic insertions and each one seemed to pleasure her as each stroke sent heightened sensations down the length of my shaft Mom kept repeating everything as she got carried away in a stream of sensations. "Yes, honey, yes honey, don't stop, don't stop, please don't stop, please don't stop…." "No mom," I told her, "I'm never going to stop. This is where I belong, inside you." I fit my complete shaft into her and when I was at her end she said, "Oh Andy, Andy…it's like my pussy was made for you." "Yes mom," I said, "All of you was made for me…all of you." I kissed her long, and stayed on her mouth, as I felt us both rising to orgasm. As we came in other's arms, I knew it would be the first of many that we would share. And it was. Mom Takes It Slow And on the day I kissed her the longest, and when the edge of my palm rested on the edge of her breast, she said, "Andy, are you getting sexy with me?" I was struck dumb. From that little touch she was asking me that question? That was my first lesson in learning something I would find out later, women know a whole lot more of what's going on in relationships than men do. I tried to fudge my way out of it. "What are you talking about mom?" She wasn't buying, "Never mind that, are you trying to have sex with me? I want you to tell me what's going on." I sort of mumbled, "No…I just like you…I mean I love you mom and I guess I think you're sexy but…" "That's sweet honey, but you know you just can't feel that way about me, and what do you think your father would say?" Oh yeah, in my fantasy there is no father, but in my reality there is one - but I don't consider him mine. I haven't thought of him as a father nor have I called him that since I was twelve. He'd been around since I was four, and for almost fifteen years, he's disliked me only a little less than I've disliked him. So I said, "He's not my father mom and I wish stop calling him that. My father is dead." I guess I was still angry about that and mom softened, putting her hand on my face. "I know honey, I'm sorry, more sorry than you can ever know, but Ted hasn't been so bad has he?" "No, he's been worse. He hates me, he cheats on you…fuck him…just tell me one thing and I'll shut up, do you love him, or better yet, do you think he loves you?" Mom got quiet and I could see I'd struck a nerve, "Look, you don't know what it is to be alone with a young child, barely able to keep a roof over our head and food on the table." This time I softened, "I'm sorry mom; I know you did what you thought you had to do, and you always made it all right for me, but maybe it's time to do something else for yourself." "It's not that easy baby, do you think I can just go off and start again with nothing?" "I could help mom, I'm working now and in a few months they said I'd be making more…" She was looking me in the eyes and I could see tears forming in spite of her smile, "And don't look at me like that," she said. "With that wide eyed enthusiasm your father always had…and that handsome face your father had." One tear rolled down her cheek. From the pictures I'd seen, I really did look like my father. Especially in his Marine uniform when he was only a few years older than I was then. I never got my head around it; it wasn't even a war, just a stupid accident while he was training some raw recruits. Just like the fifteen thousand that have been maimed and injured in Iraq, those we don't hear about. He also wasn't considered a casualty, because it didn't happen in combat. Looking at the pictures it was almost like looking at myself, waving, smiling, with an arm around my mom. I guess it made it that much harder for her too. So I held her, and she was so close, and so soft, and smelled so good. She pulled back and said, "I guess I just don't understand it, is it something I'm doing? Why do you feel like this?" She wasn't intending a double entendre but we both knew I was getting hard and that was why she pulled away. "Look mom," I said. "I won't bother you, I won't kiss you if you don't want me to, but do you want to know what going on in my head?" "Of course sweetheart, I always want you to tell what you're thinking and what you're feeling…I'm just trying to understand." "Mom, it's what I feel and it's also what I think. And I know all the things other people might thing, but I don't care. Mom, I love you and even if I shouldn't, I want you. And here's my fantasy. We both get out of here and find a new place to live…and we live together." "You mean like lovers?" "No mom, more than lovers, because we already have something together that's even deeper than that." "But honey, you're a young man...and why would you be interested in me…physically?" "Because I love you, and that makes me want you, and I think you're the sexiest looking mom I've ever seen." "Oh God, I can't believe I'm having a conversation about having sex with my son. I must be losing it." "Mom, maybe it's time to lose it, time to find a new ‘it,' one that has some love and desire in it…or are you going to tell me that's what you have with Ted?" "No honey, you know it's not, but…" I put my arms around her and kissed her deeply. She responded and I took her breast in my hand. She finished the kiss and said, "No honey, please, not here; I can't do anything with you in this house." "Mom, tomorrow were going to look for a place." "Oh God Andy, my head is spinning, there's so much to think about. Listen, I'll consider it under one condition. The physical thing has me tied up in knots, it's probably a crush, or an obsession, or some crazy fascination for you to have sex with your mother. I couldn't bear to have sex with you and then have you decide you made a mistake. What if I'm not even good for you…like that…?" "You have to be good for me mom; we were made for each other." I kissed her again and just held her tight. "I guess we're both just looking to be happy honey, so if you promise to go slow, and not push me, maybe we should find a place to live…to get out of here. You are right about that, it's time to leave; I can't live without love anymore…but remember, separate bedrooms." "Sure mom, I know we can work it out." "Talking about working it out," she said, "I have to work something out with Ted." She gave me a kiss, a long loving kiss, but not before saying, "I've lost my mind, but if you…would you love me forever?" "No mom," I said, "Longer than that." The next day we started looking and within a week we found a place we could afford and put down a deposit. Mom told Ted she was leaving and he gave her a weak-hearted argument but basically, he didn't make much of a fuss. She didn't ask for much. Surprisingly, he was actually decent about it and agreed to give her enough to get by for a while. My excitement was at a fever pitch. She kept making me promise to go slow and that we would have to see what happens and that the important thing was that we would have a new start. I was thinking mostly about having her. The day finally arrived when we moved out of the house and into our own apartment. There wasn't much to it, but a sitting room, kitchen, and one bedroom. Since we were going to ‘take it slow' I was to sleep on the pullout sofa. We were both nervous and jumpy. The first few days were rough. We knew it would be a struggle financially and personally. Somehow I was feeling better just doing things with her. I realized I was feeling happy even though nothing had happened between us. My ‘up' mood was contagious and by the end of the week, I decided we should celebrate. We had bought a bottle of inexpensive Champagne to celebrate our ‘liberation.' After finishing it, we were both looser, and laughing at every silly thing we could think of. When it came time to say good night, I kissed my mother on the lips and held her. I could feel her trembling. I said, "It's all going to be fine mom, we're going to love each other and be happy together, no matter how tough it gets." "I hope so baby," she said. I want that." I kissed her again gently, trying to control my excitement. I could see her getting skittish even though through the champagne haze. I asked her to sit by me for a while and we just kissed. After a while I felt her melt and began fondling her breasts. She allowed me to undo her bra. Her bare tits were as feathery soft as I had imagined, full, with a silky feel. I felt her nipple become erect as I rubbed my palm over it. I put my hand on her pussy and she removed it saying, "Slow baby, remember, we're going to take it slow." It wasn't two minutes later that I felt her hand between my legs. I was as erect as I could get in my pants and she said, "God, how could I do that to you; I still don't understand it." She started breathing harder and unzipped my pants. At that point, I think it was more to see how she turned me on than anything else. My cock was straining as she released it. "You're so hard for me, you really want me don't you?" All I could get out was "Oh mom…" as she bent over to take me in her mouth. She held the shaft in her fist and took the knob between her lips and started sucking. I exerted all the control I could to stay calm so I wouldn't come too fast. I wanted the exquisite feeling to last. My eyes locked on the spot where her lips were closed around my shaft as she raised and lowered her head. I could feel her feel her tongue working on me as she sucked. My mother was actually sucking my cock after all the waiting and fantasizing and all I could think was - I had to stop her. If I didn't slow down, I knew I would come in her mouth and that might be the last time I would ever have her. And I wanted so much more. I said, "Mom, let's go in the bedroom." By the time we got to her bedroom, I had calmed somewhat. I sat on the bed and she unbuttoned my shirt. I opened her blouse and she let it drop but it remained tucked into her skirt. I said, "You have beautiful breasts, mom." She said, "Oh honey…" as I approached to kiss her breasts, she cupped one and brought it to my mouth. Watching my mother offer her breast to me hardened me more. I sucked on the forcefully and let my teeth graze it. She laughed and gave a little screech and said, "Easy baby." She went back down on me and this time took more of me into her mouth. Her easy strokes took me to the back of her throat but she didn't seem to have any trouble accepting me. She had already taken more of me than any other girl I had ever been out with. And I realized that was what they were, ‘Girls.' The oldest had only been twenty-two. And now I was with my first ‘woman,' and I liked it that she was almost forty, and I liked it that my cock was in her mouth, and I liked it that she was my mother. I was doing all I could not to shoot off in her mouth but mom was stroking my shaft up and down as she sucked me off. Every once in a while she would take her mouth off me and lick me with an enthusiastic, "Mmmm…" She still seemed surprised I wanted her that way. She said her words in a disbelieving tone, "You want me, don't you baby…I make you so hard…you like mama to do this don't you honey?" The answer to all her questions was the same, ‘Yes, yes, yes.' She started to stroke up and down on my shaft as she sucked I knew I couldn't take much more without coming. Just the idea of my mother sucking my cock would have been enough, but I was actually between her lips and in her warm mouth. And her noises told me she was enjoying it as she moved her tongue along my shaft. I went straight up and let go. I said as fast as I could, "Mom, I'm coming…OH…" I expected her to pull her mouth off me but she didn't. I could almost feel the recoil as I shot off my juices into her mouth. I couldn't stop coming. She never opened her mouth for a moment to catch her breath or keep from getting overwhelmed; she just sucked and jerked me until I had that last intense spurt which felt like I was about to come for a second time. She cupped my balls and massaged them as I finished and I finally heard how hard I was breathing. I said, "God mom, that was the most awesome thing that ever happened to me." Up until that moment, it was. As she lay down beside me, she kept her hand over my wet cock and said, "I'm glad I could make you feel good." I hoped it wasn't all over and I said, "Mom, now let me make you feel good." She didn't stop me or say anything as I kissed her nipples and sucked on them for a little while. I knew that the longer you waited, the better it usually was for a woman, but I wanted to taste her pussy right then and there. Her skirt was up on her thighs and I reached underneath it to take off her satiny panties. I pulled them down without any resistance from her. In fact, she raised herself to make it easier for me to get them off. She was wearing thigh high stockings that had a slight shine to them and I ran my hand over both of her shapely legs. I spread her thighs apart and went down on her. I licked her slowly with the flat of my tongue, washing over her vaginal lips, her hood, and her clit. I finally settled on the spot where I knew those sensitive nerve endings gathered in anticipation of firing off together. As I licked that part of my mother's pussy she said. "Oh honey, your tongue is so soft on that spot…yes…there baby…you found me…oh God…how do you know me so well?" I kept pressing and painting her clit with the tip of my tongue, snaking over it and around it. Her fluids were beginning to feel thick as cream. Each time I took her up to that precipitous point, she seemed higher and closer to orgasm. "It's so good," she said, "It aches…a sweet velvety ache that's making me want to come in my baby's mouth." I took my mouth off her for a moment to say, "That's what I want mom; I want to taste you coming in my mouth, like I came in yours." I kissed the soft pliant lips and sucked her pussy as she squirmed until I returned to her clit. She said, "Yes baby, your making my pussy feel so good." I was glad to hear the sensuous words from her and listen to the sounds that she wasn't trying to hide. Soon I heard her say, "Baby…baby…I'm coming…mommy's coming in your mouth." I pressed and licked as she arched and loudly announced her orgasm with squeals of pleasure that approached a scream. I stayed on her as she had stayed on me, rising with her as she arched and twisted. My mother was coming for me and it sent a line of pleasure that stayed with me until she stiffened and let out a long satisfied exhale. She drew me up to her while repeating, "So good…so good. Sweet love, come kiss your momma." I kissed her and said, "I hope that was half as good for you as it was for me, because I know that would be enough." "You're wonderful," She said, and she smiled. She was quiet for a while and then I could sense that she was regaining her strength as she sat up and pulled the sheet up to cover her naked breasts. I could see the consternation on her face and I wondered if she was sorry for what we had done and was reluctant to say anything. Finally she spoke, "Andy, I have to tell you something. I've been seeing Robert at the office and you know I've mentioned that I like him and we're sort of involved and it wouldn't be fair to you…what just happened…it was lovely sweetheart, but we cant continue this because…I think I'm serious about Robert and…" She went on like that and she spoke faster and more nervous with each sentence. My head whirled for a minute, but then it hit me. "Mom," I said, "It's okay, you're just getting panicked because this is all so strange." I stroked her hair and gave her a small kiss on the lips. "It's too good mom, too good to throw away. You're not seeing Robert are you?" It was a small "No" that came from her. She looked sheepishly at me and said, "I'm sorry baby, I won't lie to you again." "I understand mom, it's a little crazy for me too." I shouldn't have been surprised because I knew how smart and intuitive my mother was, but it still floored me when she asked me, "Andy, did you ever make drawings of you and me, together?" After stammering like I didn't know what she was talking about, she just looked at me with a ‘give me a break' look and I said, "Yes." She asked, "Would you mind if I looked at them?" I said, "Oh man, I don't know…I guess maybe a few of them; I'm not ready for you to see how completely nuts I am." She laughed as I went to pick out a couple of them. I brought her two of the tamer ones in which we were in an embrace with both of us nude. In one we were kissing and as I held her breast, she had my hardness in her hand; in the other, she was looking over her shoulder and smiling as I was about to enter her pussy. I was smiling back. She looked at them and then looked at me seriously. "You really are an artist, they're awesome honey…and sexy" "Thanks mom," I said, "But why did you want to see them?" "I wanted to know if you only wanted to have me that way, or if you also loved me as well…I can see the answer in your pictures." She came over and kissed me, probing with her tongue. She let me fondle her until she pulled back, and then with a smile, she wagged her finger at me saying, "Slow…slow." Finally, I ask her what she was thinking and she said, "I'm thinking how satisfied you made me feel, and I was wondering…well, you know, I haven't done this in a while with somebody young…so…did I satisfy you like your girlfriends do? I know it's silly, but I wanted to hear you tell me." "You know how good it was mom, I practically exploded inside your mouth…in this sweet mouth." I let my fingers trace her lips and then kissed her. I took the sheet from her and exposed her. I said, "You are a good-looking woman," as my hand slid over her breasts and belly and then down to her pussy. She opened her legs for me and I put my hand on her slippery vagina and clit. It made me feel good that my mother was so wet for me. I then put two fingers inside her and told her what was welling up in me, "This is where I want to be mom, here, inside you." She took two quickening breaths and said, "Yes baby, yes." She looked so pretty with her breasts exposed. I wanted her body bare so I took off the skirt that ringed her waist and the blouse that was tucked into the waistband. She was naked except for her stockings. She closed her eyes and rested her fingers over her clit. Looking at my mother's pussy, I knew I had never wanted to have a woman as much as I wanted her at that moment. I came to her opening swollen hard, with a knob that seemed to pulse with the blood that coursed through it. For an instant, questions of doubt flashed across my mind. What if she didn't like it? What If I wasn't good for her? What if she wasn't right for me? I placed myself on her entrance and pushed in. With the first insertion into my mother's pussy, all questions were answered. Her soft channel enveloped me and my shaft slid through the wet flesh that held me until I filled her to completion. I saw the smile I had once drawn on paper, now on her lips, a smile that mirrored my own. I stroked in and out of my mother's pussy and knew that no matter how many times I had imagined or fantasized the moment in drawings and fiction, it paled in comparison to what was happening. I was having her, I was inside her, and the then the words left my head. I only heard my mother saying, "Yes…yes…" and I got lost in the sensations. A wave of pleasure coursed through me with each insertion into the once forbidden center of my mother's body. She moved to meet my strokes and the instinctive dance of lovers synchronized. I said, "I love you," a hundred times and it seemed to fuel her toward more frenzied movements under me. I pushed in until our bodies were in full contact and she held me there, moaning, and grinding. I rolled her over on top of me and she was momentarily surprised. She shifted her position and began raising and lowering herself on my cock. I seemed to go in even deeper than before. Her eyes were closed as she pulled her hair back from her face and her breasts jutted out. She looked beautiful to me. I massaged her tits until the nipples swelled as she continued to use my cock to impale herself. I could hear the sounds of my cock in her wetness as I reached behind her to hold the globes of her ass. She gyrated when she had me all inside her and it was a sensation I had never felt before. Then with a moaning cry in her voice she said, "I want to come baby, make me come, make momma come." I turned her back over so I could control the tempo of my strokes and began to accelerate in and out of her. Her voice mimicked the rising of her excitement as we both got closer to orgasm. She got louder as she said, "Oh, Oh, Yes…YES…YES…I'm coming baby, I'm COMING." I could feel myself about to shoot off as my cock pistoned into her pussy. The longest, deepest, and hardest strokes I could thrust into my mother's belly, didn't seem too hard, too long, or too deep, for either of us. Mom Takes It Slow A strange sound came out of my own mouth as the first eruption entered my mother's pussy. I could hear her still repeating, "Yes…yes…yes…" as my cum filled her. I release more into her with each stroke and it felt like I could give it to her forever. She raked my back as she thrashed and she wrapped her legs tightly around me. I felt her shudder under me as the final waves of her orgasm went through her body. I couldn't believe I was still coming as my mother's pussy squeezed the last spurts from my cock. We both collapsed in each other's arms and were both too exhausted to say anything, but it was a sweet silence. Her deep breathing told me she had fallen asleep and I looked at her lying besides me. And as good as the sex was, I realized that my happiness wasn't dependant on just having her physically, it was being with her, and doing with her, and working things out with her that mattered. I put my arm around her and fell asleep. I dozed peacefully and dreamed in warm colors. When I awoke, she was standing naked in front of the full-length mirror that was on the back of her bathroom door, "You look great mom," I said. She turned her head and smiled at me, "Well maybe once I wasn't so bad looking…" I got up and walked over to her. I stood behind her and caressed her breasts as our eyes met in the mirror. I whispered in her ear, "You're beautiful, right now." My cock was hardening as it pressed on the flesh of her ass. She reached behind and stroked the back of my head. "Thank you baby, and thank you for wanting me like this." I wanted to watch her in the mirror as I took her. I wanted her to watch me take her. I urged her over and she took hold of the arms of the chair that she usually sat in to do her makeup. I reached down and guided my cock into the wetness between her legs without waiting. Her surprised little cry came out as a short "Oh." As I began stroking into my mother's pussy, she closed her eyes and said, "That's so good love…yes." "Open your eyes mom," I told her. "I want you watch while I make love to you." She turned and looked at me in the mirror and then focused my cock as I pushed it in and out of her pussy. "Yes sweetheart," she said. "It's beautiful; you're so big and hard going inside me…and I'm glad baby, I'm glad it's you...and I'm proud of you." "Are you mom?" "Yes honey, it's what I want too." She watched as I continued opening her and penetrating her with my hard shaft. I reached over and took her nipples between my fingers. I massaged them and pinched them as the tips became erect and she reacted with excited sounds. I kissed up and down her back and then stood again to stroke completely into her wet center. "And I'm proud of you mom," I said. "And I love looking at you while I make love to you." I watched the fantasy that had become reality. I watched as my mother stood with her legs apart, taking me into her pussy, smiling with pleasure as I stroked faster and harder. Her pussy squeezed and responded as I gave her the full length of my cock. I was as hard as I could be as I enjoyed the total sensual and sexual side that my mother was showing me, without shame, or reservation. I was proud of her and prouder to be the one who was fucking her. Mom responded to each of the long, deep, strokes she took inside her. With each of my entries into her pussy, she watched herself squirm and move and I felt her giving herself to me. We were both getting closer to orgasm and I wanted to be able to wait to come with her. It was getting more difficult each time she moaned and ground her ass as I penetrated as deep as I could. I pulled back slowly and watched the pink flesh that surrounded and massaged my cock. I knew I was about to explode and I reached around and gently massaged my mother's clit. As soon as my fingers made contact, she said, "Oh God, I'm coming baby…I'm coming." I launched into a relieving flurry of penetrations that rocked both us back and forth. I told my mother that I was also coming as the first cord of warm cum went into her sweet pussy. With each penetration another release filled her with the final expression of my physical desire for her. I said, "For you mom, for you, because I love you…I love you…I love you." My mother reacted as if she was beginning to come again and said, "Yes love, love me, fuck me…oh, I love you Andy, I love you…oh God, I'm coming, yes love…yes…yes…"As we slowed into the relief of satisfaction, my mother said, "I love you so much baby, so much…you can't know." "I do know mom," I said. "You just showed me how much." She turned around as I came out of her and she held me. She kissed me differently. It was deep and as full of love as her other kisses had been. I didn't know how it was different from all her other kisses, I just knew that it was. We were no longer where we were; we were where we were going to be. We went back to bed and we were content to be quiet and in each other's presence for what seemed an eternity in a moment. Her face was on my chest and she began kissing and sucking on my nipple. I stroked up and down on the smooth skin of her back and said, "Mom, that was unbelievable…being with you like that was the best." I kissed her and she said, "Yes honey, tonight has been quite a beginning." I reached over and placed my hand over her butt and said, "And this is quite an end." Mom laughed and we kissed for a while. She got serious and said, "Andy, this is so wonderfully impossible, but if I only had one night left, this is what I would want to do with it." "And if I had two hundred years," I said, "This is what I would want to do." "You're right baby," she said, "I guess it's the same thing. It doesn't matter if you have a day, or a year, or a century, if you're not doing what's right for you… it just doesn't make sense. And you're what makes sense for me honey, right here, right now." I didn't respond except to touch her. I touched her with lightly grazing fingers and nails as we kissed. Her nipples responded by thickening and her pussy responded with moisture that I could feel on my probing fingers. I then moved down to the pucker of her ass. I stuck a wet finger in and my mother seemed to like it. I said, "You are some sexy thing mom." As I rubbed and fingered her I was almost surprised when she said, "Do you want me there too honey?" "I want you everywhere," I said. "I was thinking about it when while we were making love and you were leaned over; you really turned me on. Mom, did you ever…?" "She turned crimson. "NO, of course not. I would never let any man do that…but I would let you baby, if that's what you want." "Mom, how could anyone not want this beautiful round thing?" I took one of her globes and gave it a playful squeeze. I then opened her and put a finger on her pucker. Before inserting it, I took some fluid from her pussy. My finger penetrated and she made nice noises. I lifted her leg and with the crook of my arm I held it up from behind her knee. This opened her pussy and I put myself into her. I gave her a few long strokes and stopped. When I came out, a shiny thin coating of her fluids was on my shaft. I urged her over onto her belly and threw my leg over and mounted her as she stretched out. I put my cock on her small hole and pushed in. I didn't expect the heat and the pressure that came with the first insertion. I watched as the thick knob split her open and stretched her to the point where I was questioning whether I was giving her too much. Her deep moan didn't sound as if she wanted me to stop. When I passed the ring and eased into my mother's ass, the pressure eased a bit and we both began enjoying it. As I stroked gently in and out of her tight channel, I looked in awe at my perfect mom who was giving her son the ultimate gift of love. I could hardly believe that I was inside my mother's ass, taking her in a way I hadn't even dared to fantasize. But I had to believe my eyes as I looked at my mother's naked body taking me inside her, and I had to believe my ears as she said, between her moans, "Oh Andy, love, love, your thick cock is filling me, stretching me, taking me like nobody ever did before. I want to show you how good I can be for you, yes baby, give momma all of it…give me your whole cock…I want to take it all for you." For a moment, I became an observer and it wasn't Lana that I saw allowing me entry to her most intimate openings. I was witnessing the wonder of a mother opening herself and giving her body to her son against all of societies conventions, for the most beautiful reason, because she loved him. And I loved her. I wanted her to know how much I was feeling for her at that moment but as she moved on me and I went deeper into her ass, all I could say was "I'll love you forever mom." "Yes, my darling boy," she said. "Love me like this forever." I gave my mother the full length of my cock and drove it deep into her ass until she was filled to the limit. I stroked long hard penetrations over and over into her and she said, "Yes baby, for momma, all for your momma. Tell me how it is for you baby, tell me." I was moaning now too, "Mmmm…it feels so good in your ass mom…such a beautiful ass…taking my cock deep…so tight…squeezing my cock while I watch it going in and out of you." And as I stroked into the tight gripping flesh, I told her the truest thing I could think of, "Mom, nothing in my whole life ever felt as good as being inside you, being a part of you, feeling us love each other this way." It felt so good to me and in that moment of sweet pleasure I wanted it to be good for her too. I asked her, hoping for the answer I wanted to hear, "Mom, do you like it? Does it feel good having me inside you like this?" She said, "Yes baby, yes, it feels good, and yes honey, I do like it. This is how I want to feel forever, with my boy inside me, loving me." The sensations turned my brain to liquid, her tightness milked my cock with each stroke, her tits swayed with my pumping and I reached to caress and stroke her full hanging breasts. I loved feeling their weight in my hands. I then pushed in to the limit and stayed against her meaty globes, grinding, as my mother took all of me inside her. She raised her ass a little more and I pressed until my balls rested up against her. She turned her head then and I could see that she wanted me to kiss her. We reached for each other's mouth and when we connected, she kissed me with that different kiss, and this time, I knew what it was. "You love me, don't you mom, and you don't care about anything else do you?" "No honey, she said. "I don't care what anybody thinks, I want to be yours like this, and do everything for you. I want it to be you in my mouth, inside my pussy, and yes baby, in my ass like you are now. I don't care about anything besides loving you, and knowing that I want you to love me like this, and fuck me like this, and never stop…oh love, don't ever stop." As I pushed harder into the deepest part of her I said, "I won't ever stop mom." I knew then that it was more than just the sex we were having at that moment. I knew that my mother would be there for me, ready for me, and that I would be there for her. I took her then as if she had always been mine, as if she were my lover, my bride, my wife. I asked her as she had asked me, never to stop. She answered each penetration with a promise. "I'll always love you…I'll always want you…I'm only for you…for you love…for you." With each stroke, we had slowly climbed to the precipice, And then I couldn't hold it any longer and I was saying, "OH, OH, Oh mom, I'm coming…I'm coming in your ass…OH MOM…OH…" The first hot shot of cum fired off and she pushed back hard so that at the end of each stroke, all of my cock was inside her. "Yes baby," She said, "Come for your momma, show me how much you love me…how much you want me…" As I pumped and released again and again, I held and squeezed her fleshy ass, holding it, and using it to balance my rapid-fire entries. It was an almost disembodied voice that came out of me as I released volleys of cum into my mothers ass, "Fuck…OH…mom…OH…fuck…Yeah…Yeah…" As I released into her, filling her to overflowing, she was grabbing at her pussy and saying, "Don't stop baby, don't stop…make me come baby…yes…yes…love…love…give momma your love…oh God, I'm filled with you in me…yes love …yes…" I felt the trembling of her flesh as I held her hips and knew from earlier in the night that it signaled her orgasm. Even though I had finished coming, I stayed hard in her tight grip and stroked her until I heard her final exhale into completion. When we were both done, I collapsed on her back and said, "Oh wow…nobody ever did that to me before." Mom laughed with relief, "And nobody ever did that to me before either." And then she really started laughing. When she finished she said to me, "Well so much for starting off slow." No, we didn't start slow, and we had some hurdles to overcome in starting our new life, but it's been the best year I could have imagined. No, it hasn't always been easy, but it has been wonderful, and I see that happiness isn't somewhere you get to, it's finding satisfaction in looking for it, with someone you love. It's the good times, and the hard times, and doing it all together. And that's been good enough for mom and me.