0 comments/ 320209 views/ 12 favorites Mom's Time By: tennisbum Mark, you have got to get up. I have to get to work and you know I can't be late today. Damn, I have her panties around my cock and am jerking hard. I love it when she puts her panties in the bathroom and goes to work in a hurry. I have wanted to fuck my Mom since I was 14 but now that I am 18 all I do is jerk my cock on her panties and wish it was her jerking me. The door opened and Mom was standing there and she let out a yell, "What are you doing..." I couldn't stop and I started cumming and it shot 3 feet in the air and I started moaning "Mom oh Mom" and she just stood there watching me. God I was so embarrassed and I didn't know what to do but it felt so good to have her watching me cum that I just kept on stroking my cock. "O' My God" I am watching my son stroking his cock and calling me. This is not right and it is so bad. I can't believe this is happening and that I am still watching it. My God his cock is so big, I can't believe it's size. My cunt is starting to twitch and get really wet but I know it's not right to feel this way but my pussy is on fire. "God, I can't believe she is still watching me." I know she is going to kill me for doing this but she is still watching me. My cock is getting harder and she is still watching so I have to go for it. "Mom, help me please." I need to talk to you now. I feel so bad and I don't want you to hate me. Baby, I don't hate you. I know how you feel and I love you and want you to know this. Please don't stop because of me. I know how young boys have needs and I have needs also. "Do it Baby, I want to watch you enjoy yourself." God, I want to fuck her so bad and my 9 inch cock it hard as a rock again. What can I do that will make it happen. She came to the side of the bed and sat down with her legs up and said, "Baby do it some more and hurry, I don't have much time." She spread her legs and pulled her panties to the side and started to slide her finger into her pussy and said, "Baby, jerk it quick, I don't have much time." I couldn't stand it any more and I pulled her to me and pushed her head down to my cock and shoved it in her mouth. "No Baby" don't." I couldn't stop and it felt so good and I was finally doing it. God, his cock was so hard and thick. I know it was wrong but I wanted it so bad. I started sucking on his crown and then he started pushing and I knew what was going to happen. I had never had this size cock in my mouth before but I was going to take this one because it was my beautiful son and I knew he needed it. I was dying and I was going to cum in my mother's mouth soon. God, she was taking it all and I never thought it would be my mother's mouth that was going to do it. I was going over the edge and I screamed, "I'm cumming Mom", Suck it hard... I blasted her throat with streams of cum, over and over and she took it all and I almost passed out. "God, he must have came a pint." I almost passed out but the hot, sweet cum tasted so good from my boy that I just kept sucking and he moaned and moaned all the time. My pussy was aching and I had 3 fingers deep in me and was finger fucking myself so fast that it was tearing me up. When he finished I fell back on the bed and tried to catch my breath but he was on me. He pushed my legs up around my shoulders and rammed his still hard cock in me. It felt like a hot steel rod running all the way through my cunt and I loved it. I had never been fucked like this before and I slammed my ass up to meet his every stroke. "Hurry Baby, I am late for work" I told him. He said, Mom you are going to be late for work a lot from now on. He was right. We fucked at every available moment. He grabbed me from behind and put his hard 9 inch cock up my ass the next night while his Dad was taking a shower. "Baby, be careful, he will be out soon" I don't care Mom, let him come out and see us because I am going to eat your pussy and fuck your ass anytime I want and you know you love it. He was right, I do love it and never want it to end. Hummmmmm... Maybe I can get the three of us together. Mom's Time Ch. 2 "What have I done..." I can't believe I let this happen. I know that I had the most unbelievable sexual experience I have ever had but, NOT WITH MY SON... "God, it was good" and my pussy is wet just thinking about it and I know it's wrong and I shouldn't even be thinking about it but I can't stop remembering my boy's 9 inch cock ramming into my ass. Damn, I can't believe it finally happened. I fucked Mom... God, she was so hot and I couldn't stop from shooting my cum down her throat. I wonder if she will ever talk to me again. "Baby, are you home?" I thought I heard my son upstairs but perhaps it was wishful thinking. I walked up the stairs to go to my room and when I opened the door there he was... "Mom, come here, I need to talk to you" You don't have to go to work now, do you. He was laying on my bed naked stroking his 9 inch cock and asking me to come talk to him. Seeing his cock, I lost all sense of reason. I had to have it and have it now. I know it's incest but I needed it so much. "My lovely Son," Mommy wants you so bad. I took his steel hard cock in my hand and put the head of it in my mouth and started sucking. His breathing started getting faster and I knew he was ready to cum. "God, this is great" He started moaning, "Oh Mommy, I'm going to cum" and I sucked harder because I wanted all my beautiful son had to give. And give he did, spurt after spurt he came and came. I swallowed it all and it was the sweetest taste I have ever had. His cock was still hard and he said, "Mom, I want you." I was ready and I told him to do what ever he wanted to do to me. He picked me up and threw me on the bed on my stomach and grabbed me around the waist and tore my pants off and fucked me like he wanted to kill me. "Baby, fuck Mommy as hard as you can." His hard cock was in and out of me like a piston and I loved it. His cock slipped out of my pussy and I reached back to grab it and guide it back in but he had other ideas. He said, "Mommy, here is what you really like and he slammed his rock hard cock up my ass." He knew me too well because I loved the feel of his hard cock in my ass. As I was rocking my ass back on my son's rock hard dick, the door burst open and it was my husband Bob. "What the Hell is going on?" "Your son is giving me the best fuck I have had in a year and you can come on in and watch." Bring our daughter Amy too. Mom's Time To Enjoy After the divorce from my husband, I jumped into my work like never before to forget the pain of separation. With some time gone bye, my close friends said that I needed to get on with my life and start living again. The thought of dating, well drove me to the edge of my nerves. The idea of how to do it was there, but my nerve to do so wasn't. After work one day, a co-worker and I went out to a dance club for a few drinks. Just us two girls on the town for a little nightlife. My son was home before I left for the club, and quite shocked to she his mom in a short black dress with a deep neck line. I'm 42 years old, and I'm told still quite attractive. I'm 5'10" about 120 lbs, long brown hair with blue eyes, 38d 23 32. I guess it runs in the family, my son's a looker too. He seems to get a lot of attention from the girls at his school. So as I leave the house for my night of fun, I give him a peck on the cheek and tell him not to stay up late. He's 18 but I still baby him since my divorce. The club was packed with lots of people, its been awhile since I've had a single woman's nightlife. The men there seemed all quite handsome. After a few drinks, I accepted a dance offer. That was nice, the guy was just about my son's age. The evening was fun, but it did have to come to an end. My girlfriend as driving so I could do some drinking, and have a safe ride home. Wow what a buzz I had. When we arrived to my home, the house was dark accept for the light in the kitchen. My son was actually asleep in bed, that was hard to believe but so be it. So I lay on the couch to watch a little TV before bed, and the house was feeling a bit warm. I figured what the hell, he's asleep, I kicked off my heels, and removed my dressed. Now just sitting there on the couch in a tight black thong, and lacey black bra, the mvie and drinks got my emotions going. So many guts flirted with me, and there was no so-called release from it. I slid my hand down my tight belly, and under my thong. MMMM the warmth of my pussy was overwhelming. I began to finger myself quite furiously, OOOOOHHHHH. I unhooked my bra and began to play with my nipples, MMMM. I was feeling so damn horny now. I was a while since I had been pleasured by a man. Now with the drinks in me and the self enjoyment, I began to look down the hall. I got up from the couch, still in that thong that was now moist, and headed to his bedroom. What was I thinking? At this moment I didn't care. I quietly opened his door and saw that he was asleep, laying on his back. Slowly and carefully, I lifted up the sheet that was covering him. Wow what a body. He said he was working out, but this was amazing. I began to run my hands over him, touching his hard body. Gently, I began to kiss his neck, just below his ear. Oh, he smelt so good. Running my hands down his chest and kissing it, I worked my way down. Since he was wearing boxers, I knew I might wake him. At this point, I didn't care. I stood up, removed my thong and was totally nude in front of my son. I decided that I was going to have pleasure, and didn't care how! I knelt on the side of the bed and slowly pulled his boxers down exposing his cock. Oh my, it looked so good. Without missing a step, I took a hold of it and put it into my mouth. MMMM he tasted so good. I continued to go down on it and he began to get a little hard. Sadly, he's a heavy sleeper like his father. That was tasty, but I wanted more. I stood up, straddled him, and fed hid semi-hard cock into my tight pussy. OH MY GOD! He's big. The little bastards cock filled me up right away. Now, I began to rock a bit and the in and out feeling was breathtaking. I was so getting into it, when he awoke! "MOM... what are you doing?" he asked I was in the mood for the naughtiest sex a mother could have, so I replied "Shut-up and be a man." The tone of my voice surprised myself, as well as my son. But I felt I better follow through if this was to continue. "I'm horny and you're a man, I'm going to have your cock fill me till I can't walk." The look on his face was startling. He didn't know what to make of this. I reached down and grabbed his hands placing them on my hips. By now, I was pumping that cock with my pussy with such force, he was getting into it. Suddenly, the urge hit me. I got off him and went on all fours. With my ass in the air, I told him to pump mommy's pussy raw. "If that's what you want mom." he said "oh... mommy does." I replied With his hands firmly on my hips, that's exactly what he did. Oh the naughty feeling of him pumping me. Then he began to slow down. he proclaimed "oh my god! I'm going to cum!" That's what I wanted so much. I separated from him and knelt in front of him. "Cum on mommy's face hunny." I felt so dirty saying that, but the emotion took over along time ago. With a few pumps of his hand, two HUGE loads of cum splashed over my face. MMMMM tasty. I stood up next to him and told him how much I enjoyed our evening. With a glimmer in his eyes, I said that it won't be the last time either. Mom's Time To Enjoy: The Next Day As I woke from my night of love with my son, I had the feeling that my love life was anew. I had the most enjoyable evening and I had to have more...but how to make it still feel new? I got up from my bed still nude, and went to the shower. Its a large shower, one of those walk-in type. The hot water felt so good on my large breasts. As I was drying off, I smelt bacon... I got dressed, my some what usual work wear, dress and heels and went to the kitchen. My son had made breakfast, that was new! "Good morning mom" he greeted "mmm smells good, eggs , bacon, and toast" I replied "well it's the least I could do after last night mom." "yeah...we need to talk about that...last night." My son had a very puzzled almost disturbed looked on his face. I was sure what I was going to say yet. My head was still thinking about him ramming me deep and hard. "I really don't think we should do that again." I said to him "But why not? Didn't you enjoy it?" he questioned "Oh.. I did indeed. You pleased me like a man has never before." I had him hooked "So then what's the problem?" "It's just not right." At that moment, as we were both standing up in the kitchen, he walked behind me and put his hands on my hips. I could almost feel his breath on my neck. With his mouth close to my ear, he softly kissed my neck. "You that it was right last night." he spoke seductively I was beginning to melt "It was the wine that I had at the bar." He then began to kiss the back of my neck, with the slightest touch of his tongue. I released a strong sounding moan. I could ready feel the moisture build in my thong. I quickly pulled away. "NO! We can't do this" I said to him I back away from him and he followed like a little dog. Without even realizing it, I had backed myself against the wall. He now was chest to chest with me. My dress was a sexy black one with a deep neck line. As he tried to kiss me, I turned away. He planted his lips on my warm neck again. "NO, we can't" I said "Yes we can" he replied He put his hands back onto my hips and started to work around to my tight heart shaped ass. God his hands are strong. Moving up my back and to my shoulders, he glided the thin straps of my dress off. My silky dress fell to the floor liked a piece of tissue. I began to push him away as I was still against the wall. I was standing there in my bra and thong. The moment was exciting me to the point of I thought I was to cum. As I protested him that this shouldn't be happening, he looked so damn turned-on. I think the idea of raping his own mother turned him on. "no we're not going to do this again." I told him "That's what you think. You think that you can use me for your needs? You awoke me last night for yourself. Well, now it' my time." With that, in one fluid motion, he spun me around so that I was facing the wall. He the proceeded to lower my thong and rub and finger my pussy in a reach around attack. MMM this felt so good I thought to myself. He told me to spread my legs. I did so as if in protest. What a sight, me in a black lacey bra and black heels slightly bent at the waist facing the wall, and him with his jeans at his ankles and boxers lowered. With my legs locked straight out, he pushed them open more. Then...he inserted his cock deep into my tight ass. MMMM what a pleasing feeling. He began to pump quickly, setting a fast pace to his anal incest invasion. There wasn't any conversation between us. Just the naughty grunts of sex, I didn't mind. Suddenly, he paused... "oh yes, I'm gonna cum!" he proclaimed With one final push, I could feel his hot cum fill my ass. "I hope you liked that mom." he said before redressing and leaving the house. As I thought to myself, I began to laugh out loud. Oh fuck yes I did! I created my own private sex toy. Mom's Time To Enjoy: The Next Lover My sister, Ashley calls me to say that she'll be coming to my home alone. Her and her husband had just separated and she was heartbroken. I said "No worries, Max and I will enjoy your company." My son, Max has always had a crush on my sister. I guess I found her attractive as well. She's 5'9 about 125 pounds, 38d 24 29. She seems to be tan all year long too. The day arrived, she had made it to my house all in one piece. Max meet her at the door and I could see him looking her over. The idea was in my head as well as his I bet. I told her to just put her things in the guest room and sit down for dinner. We discussed her new living conditions. She said "I think I'll just relive my college years and get an apartment." I liked that idea, it would be good for her to live on her own. Afterwards, Max cleared the table and I told her that we were going out. She asked "I just got into town, where are we going sis?" I told her "We're going out. You and I are going to have a good time no matter what." She liked that idea, she quickly went into the guest room and then came out in a very alluring short black sundress and very attractive high heels. Those must have been new, I don't ever recall her wearing such kind of shoes. I was hoping that it was the sign of a new Ashley. We went and then came back to the house about three hours later. We both were quite drunk, but I still felt that I had control of myself. When we had gotten into the house and sat on the living room couch, a bit giggly. Max came into the room saying "Mom, there's a phone call for you." I left to answer it, and when I came back I told Ashley that a friend of my was coming over. She asked "A friend...really? At 1:30 in the morning? I hope it's a guy." I said "Oh yes and he's amazing. Her eyes lit up. So I then ask her to play a game. She agrees to, so I blindfold her and spin her around and tell her to touch her nose. Just some simple DWI roadside tests, nothing to weird. Just at that time the front doorbell rings, I tell her "Stay here with the blindfold on. I pretend to open the door, but my "friend" is really Max. He walks up to her, I could barely contain myself from laughing and gentle kisses her on the lips. "MMM nice" she says. He walks behind her and pulls the straps of her dress off her shoulders and the dress falls to the floor. She stands there exposed in just a tight black thong. She had the most beautiful camel toe. She must have continued her running after college, her belly was still so very tight. Max begins to kiss her shoulders and worked his way down to her heart shaped ass. He lowered her thong letting her to stand totally nude in my living room. He stands there behind her, then suddenly, she turns facing him and begins to kiss his chest. I could see the erection forming. Max was enjoying this for sure. Ashley began to kneel and continued to kiss him on the way down. On her knees, she undid his jeans and lowers them with his underwear. Grabbing his cock, "Oh my god your big" she says. "He is isn't he" I replied. With that, she took him into her mouth and began to suck his cock like a madwoman. I was getting so turned on by what I was seeing. After a little bit, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and stood her up, then bending her over the back of the couch, with his hard cock he enters her sweet pussy. She let out a loud moan, like it was her first time having sex. I began to rub my pussy and it only lasted a few moments till she told him "I want you to cum all over my face!" Wow, I never heard Ashley talk like that before in my life. She must have been holding up her sexual urges for a while. Shortly afterwards, he let out a great moan saying " Oh god, here it comes!" Ashley pulled off him and still being blindfolded, turned to face his erupting cock. Oh god, he did cum alright. Thick and juicy, mmm lovely amount too. Max quickly sneaked off to his bedroom, and I told Ashley that me "friend" had to leave suddenly. I made the excuse that he was a doctor. She bought it. She thanked me for dinner and that great "dessert". I laughed and said that she was welcome. Mom's Tits, Summer Camp, and Me 1. The more the years pile on, the more quickly they pass. My childhood lasted a lifetime. My adolescence lasted at least half that. By age 18, I was plagued by physical changes and a long, endless horniness. I was fully involved with my cock, having learned what to do with it, aside from peeing. I had noticed girls in my class growing and developing in mysterious ways. For ages, most of them, with their flat chests and tiny butts, might as well have been boys. Now, along with the growing wonders of my cock, came the desire to be more involved with the wondrous, curvy creatures my friends and I used to call "worthless sissies". I spent more and more time thinking about girls and pulling my pud. Mom didn't help matters any. She might as well have been one of those girls. One day, it dawned on me that my mother had already become what the girls at school were only starting to be; a fully grown, fully developed woman. Looking back, with the benefit of hindsight and the experiences of adulthood, mom was no beauty queen, but she had what it took to enflame my embryonic libido. At the time, she was nearing age forty, and was starting to gain the extra pounds and gray hairs that most women do when leaving their youth, but at 5 feet, 7 inches, she still had an enticing, voluptuous figure. That is, for a mother. Mom had beautiful, auburn hair, cut to above shoulder length, and in the style of the day, which was the late 1970's. Until then, she had managed to color out or ignore the long strands of gray that made their presence more and more noticeable as time went on. Never did I think of her as unattractive, and she was not. I had always thought of her as my darling mother, and nothing more. One beaming smile from her full, expressive lips melted me with loving warmth. Her maternal body was always there for me to hug, a safe harbor love and shelter. Now, I started to see her through the eyes of a sexually awakening young man. During those years, my mother would never expose herself intentionally. While she was not shy, or a prude, she always wore something demure, but nice, to bed, or she would have a luxurious bathrobe or dressing gown to cover herself in the presence of her son. Once in awhile, though, I would catch a glimpse of a bare butt or a quivering breast, usually in the bathroom or bedroom. I would always look, curious to discover the mysteries of her body. The thought of sex, or sexual exploration with my mother, never crossed my mind. Now, I began to find myself trying, mostly in vain, to see my mother's nude body. Like a little opportunist, I began to lurk around the bathroom door whenever I heard the shower, knowing dad had already left for work, hoping the door would open before mom had fully concealed her body. Unfortunately, our house was too modern to have old-fashioned keyholes (so perfect for spying), so whenever mom and dad's bedroom door was shut, I would press my face against the carpet at the bottom of the door, silently peering through the tiny crack underneath, trying to see what activities were taking place. Luck came rarely. Mostly, I would see my mother drop her robe, and her bare legs pacing back and forth as she dressed. Once or twice, she dropped an article of clothing. Then I would get a quick look at her breasts dangling as she bent over to pick it up. This would be enough, though, to make my cock swell and tingle. Many sweet mornings would be spent with my face crammed against the bottom of the door, squeezing up a mess in my underwear. One morning, my secret pastime was almost discovered. "Neil, honey," my mother pulled me close, looking at the side of my face askance, "what happened to your face?" That morning, I had spent an entire half-hour, face pressed against the carpet, watching mom rub lotion all over her legs and feet. My underwear still contained ample, sticky evidence of my excitement. Unfortunately, my left cheek also bore the deep imprint of the peach shag carpet in the hallway outside her bedroom door. She furrowed her brow, rubbing the indentations on my cheek. "Were you lying on the carpet?" she asked. I had no cute reply and could not think of a story fast enough. I told her the truth. "Y-y-yes," I stammered, fearful of discovery. Mom said nothing, but rubbed my cheek gently, a quizzical expression on her face. To my relief, she did not make the connection, or so I hoped. Several weeks passed before I could gather the courage to peek under her bedroom door again. Hearing her door shut, I waited a moment, then crept into the hallway. Silently, I pressed my face against the door crack. This time, I had ripped the cardboard backing from one of my spiral notebooks to slip between my cheek and the thick, nylon carpet. No more tell-tale imprints! In my excitement, I tried to control my heavy breathing as I eyed mom's smooth, shapely legs and bare feet as they paced from the bed, to the closet, then to the vanity. Clothes were laid out on the bed. Then, as I had settled into a comfortable position, my hand caressing my stiff cock, something unusual happened. Mom spread a large, candy-striped towel on the floor, the one we always took to the beach to lie on. The sight of her lovely breasts jiggling as she bent over exited me enough, but then, she went further. My mother proceeded to lie flat on the towel, right on the floor! I almost gasped in surprise, but kept quiet, delirious with my incredible stroke of luck. The fresh information flooding my brain made me dizzy. My eyes opened as wide as possible, straining, as if I could see more by doing this. Fearing discovery (my mother and I were now at the same eye level), I drew back from the door a fraction of an inch, but could still get a full view of my nude mother. My hand busied itself, squeezing my hardness, mystified as to what she would do next. This was the first time I had seen and appreciated fully the magnificent entirety of her nakedness. Of course, I zeroed in on her breasts. In this position, they rested in pleasant mounds atop her chest. Her nipples were large and succulent, and her areolas glowed a reddish-pink. My eyes slid lovingly down the length of her body. I had never seen her pussy, and still could not. She had a thick, auburn triangle of silky fur between her navel and the tops of her thighs, much thicker than the fuzz developing in my underwear. With the exception of my lovely mother, and the throbbing in my cock, I was oblivious to everything around me. As I watched, mom began to pass her hands over her body; starting at her shoulders, passing over her breasts, which had hard tips by now, then down her stomach, past her bush, to her thighs. She repeated this motion several times, in both directions, occasionally stopping to linger on a particular spot on her body. My face glowed hotly as I began pumping my shaft, mad with curiosity as to what she would do next. Staring toward the ceiling, with no emotion on her face, she cupped her breasts and began massaging them with a slow, deliberate motion. The soft, cushiony globes responded to her hands like two mounds of firm dough, shifting heavily with her touch. I noticed her breathing had become deep and steady, watching her chest rise and fall with a wavelike rhythm. Slowly, mom began to concentrate on her beautiful nipples, pulling on the hard tips with each stroke of her hand. My hand squeezed harder on my cock. Soon, she began to roll each nipple in the balls of her fingers, squirming slightly, as if she was becoming uncomfortable. Her face softened, and I could sense her breaths increasing with intensity. At first, I thought my mother had an itch in her pubic hair. Fondling a breast with one hand, she traced her fingertips down to the dark triangle. Gently, she began to rub her fingers in the soft, springy bush, up and down. As I watched, she kept rubbing and rubbing. One of her fingertips delved deep into her pubes, and I knew mom must have put it inside her pussy. Her hand began to move in small circles, her finger still deeply embedded. Mom reacted, gasping softly through wet, parted lips, arching her back slightly. Her other hand never stopped teasing her reddened nipples. What was she doing? As I masturbated blissfully, my young, ignorant brain suddenly lit up with revelation. THAT'S what my mother was doing! Although she didn't have a cock to play with, like me, she must have found a spot inside her pussy that felt just as good, and she was working it with a passion. With this newfound knowledge, I began jacking my way towards orgasm. Now, every movement of my mother's body, every nuance of her face, became the most important thing in the world. I studied her activity as if my life depended on it. Biting her lip, mom masturbated more and more aggressively, grunting and moving her body like an animal. Then, it happened. Starting with a cry, mom stifled herself by biting her forearm. Her now-wet hand blurred against her pussy as her hips bucked and writhed. Mom appeared to be having convulsions, each wave wracking her body violently, one after the other, until they finally subsided. By now, I had to close my eyes, because my own orgasm hit like a hurricane. Forcing my face into the carpet, I fought to remain silent as my body shuddered out a sticky load into my hand. My face burned hot with passion as I nursed the final spurts of come from my surrendering cock. After a few moments, I opened my eyes only to see mom's feet scurrying away to the bathroom. Fumbling down the hallway in shock, I sequestered myself in my bedroom to wank yet again. For a long period of time, that was the only display I had the fortune to witness. Mom didn't change her demeanor, and I assumed her little masturbatory interlude was not for my benefit. Questions remained, though. Why had she lain on the floor and not on the bed? Why did she need to masturbate anyway, when dad, by all appearances, gave her all the affection and attention he could? I would ponder these mysteries in my young mind, in the darkness of my bedroom, as I pistoned away at my tender pud. 2. Summer, 1978 brought my birthday, a trip to summer camp, and a slight scare for the family. Mom had gone to Dr. Heywood for her periodic checkup. During her examination, the doctor found a tiny lump in one of her breasts. It was nothing, almost nothing; a "mass" Dr. Heywood called it after the tests returned, but he recommended removing it anyway. The removal, quick and sanitary, required only an overnight stay at the clinic. Today, with HMO's and crowded hospitals, the surgery would have been an outpatient procedure, easily. In spite of the quick surgery and positive prognosis, the entire ordeal had frightened my mother, and rightfully so. Cancer ran in her family, so, in her parental wisdom, dad and I got a course on breast cancer and its early detection. Mom brought home a big, hardbound book from the library and, in the following days, I saw so many photos and diagrams of tits that I knew them better than the reddened underside of my cock. Gaping in amazement, I marveled at all of the different shapes and sizes, all of them beautiful. The moment mom disappeared, I sneaked away with the book to wank to all the black-and-white photos of bare-breasted women. To me, I might as well have found an adult magazine; an education, indeed. During and after her recovery, mom informed me of what was going on with her body, often in detail. "You're a man, now," she said, forthrightly, "and you should know these things." That phrase, "you're a man", would first pop up at my birthday party, and it occurred to me that mom may have said it one time too many, with an unusual gleam in her eyes, enough to arouse my suspicion. More and more often, she would make comments about me becoming a man, growing up, and maturing. Also, I noticed mom was more relaxed in regard to covering her body. Perhaps it was due to her openness in connection to her breast surgery, and I never complained. According to her, I was practically a man. Had I arrived at the magic age of maturity? Summer camp that year was, of course, fun and, for the first time, not incredibly forgettable. I roamed the grounds with a new-found curiosity. The fresh crop of nubile, young girls intrigued me with their developing bodies and different smells. Pathetically, for the most part, I pursued them. My rewards were few. Most of the time, I had to retreat in a spray of derisive snarls and laughter, but by the final weeks, I managed to cop a few feels of moist, virgin pussy. With the fresh musk of camp poontang on my fingers, I sniffed them vigorously like a bloodhound on speed, beaming with pride at my non-existent seduction skills. During the final week of camp, I had a face-to-face bout with the elusive Wild Pussy. Susan, a year older than me, could have been called a slut. She could be found with a different boy every day, each one following her around camp like a docile slave. She even had an interesting relationship with one or two of the older counselors. Her father, she told me, was a trucker and drug dealer who taught her how to fuck, how to smoke, and how to cuss. She went into intimate detail about how he took her cherry on her eighteenth birthday and, afterward, they smoked marijuana. I believed her. One night, we snuck away into the darkness to "smoke a doobie", as she called it. Under a huge oak tree, she produced what looked like a fat cigarette, rolled on both ends. Susan pulled out a stainless-steel Zippo, flicked it open, and lit the end of the doob. After drawing a noisy, searing toke, she held her breath dramatically and, looking into the darkness, passed the doob to me. Pursing my lips, both eyes on the burning cherry, I drew a mouthful of smoke. Fighting back the choking sensation, I blew the smoke out, tears running from my stinging eyes. Big fucking deal, I thought. Only later in life, after hooking up with a real doobie, did I realize we were smoking a doctored-up Winston, but, that night, it was enough to inspire romance. She looked at me through slitty eyes and asked, "Do ya wanna fuck?" Within moments, she had reclined against the trunk of the tree, lifting her plaid skirt up to reveal a sweet little pair of pale-blue panties with yellow Tweety-birds on them. Kneeling between her legs, I barely knew what to do, but managed to pull her panties down to her flowered socks in one smooth motion as she lifted her ass. She watched, attentively. There before me lay a cute little patch of brown fur. Nice and thick, like mom's, I thought to myself. Immediately, I began to rub my hand over her bush. As I fondled her, Susan looked into my eyes. I could see her eyes had not softened with arousal, like the other girls, but had the sterile appearance of someone trying not to show emotion. I rubbed more aggressively. Soon, she pushed my hand away. "C'mon," she said, impatiently, "I thought we were going to fuck." "Sure," I replied, scared stiff. My cock was stiff, too, when I lowered my jeans to my knees. "Mmmm," she purred, reaching out to grab my erection, "that's better." Susan almost pulled me inside her, which was fine. I didn't exactly know the best position to enter her, but she took care of that, and I rested on top of her, our bodies pressing together. Once inside, she began thrusting up against me, unwittingly showing me how to fuck. Immediately, I began returning the thrusts and, covered with leaves and grass in the pitch darkness of the forest, we went to it like primeval animals. The walls of Susan's young pussy felt much different than my clutching, urgent hand, but it was wonderful, nonetheless. After a few moments, she spoke. "Its okay if you come inside me," she whispered, "I won't get pregnant. I'm taking a pill." I'm glad she knew about getting pregnant. Very glad. I knew everything there was to know about the female breast, but dad had yet to give me the proper birds and bees talk. Go figure. In spite of my nervousness, it didn't take long before I felt the sensation of an approaching orgasm. Susan definitely knew how to apply the right pelvic thrusts to amplify the friction against my throbbing weenie. "Ohhh," my voice quivered with ecstasy, "I think I'm coming". What a stud. Susan was not about to be left behind. Immediately, she reached down to her moist bush, sliding her little fingers between our undulating bellies, and began rubbing that same sweet spot I saw mom rubbing months before. To my joy, her fingers also managed to rub against my wet, sliding cock. Quickly, I crested an orgasm, coming as hard as I had ever done with my own hand. Silently, I arched my back, my face tight with agony as if someone had stabbed me between the shoulders. When I opened my eyes, I saw Susan come. Her cool demeanor dissipated, just for a moment, as her eyes rolled back into her head. Her mouth opened, and she let out a healthy moan, waking the forest. As Susan's body writhed and shook, she moaned again, only more loudly. As we wrenched out our teenaged lust together, I realized how loud her moans had become. Looking up, I noticed a light flicker on in the counselor's cabin. Suddenly, one of the counselors appeared in the darkness, about 100 feet from our love nest. Within seconds, we had sprinted out of sight, into the brush, taking the long path back to camp. When I returned to my bunk, I noticed the front of my pants were wet with sex. My limp little sausage still peeked from the open fly. Bill Johnson was the only boy not asleep by then and, turning to lean on his elbow in his bunk, smirked at my appearance. "And where have you been, lover?" he whispered in that fey voice of his. I always thought Bill Johnson would have sucked my dick if I gave him half the chance, but I never got that desperate. Not that year. The next day, I realized that Susan was off pursuing another lover. She and one of the older boys were conspicuously absent most of the day. That evening, they returned from the forest, both looking quite exhausted and dirty. I took it hard for a day or two, but soon camp ended and there were my folks, standing near the open rear hatch of our huge Oldsmobile station wagon, the one with the Vista roof and imitation wood-grain appliques on the sides. On that beautiful, warm Sunday, my mother took me back into her loving arms. Susan could go blow a horse, I told myself, briefly nuzzling my mother's sweet mounds. I had yet to find a girl who could match my mom for love and warmth. On the brighter side, at least Susan showed me how to fuck, and for that, I would be eternally grateful. That newfound sexual knowledge would come in handy in the very near future. 3. From the moment I returned home, my life veered onto a bizarre course. My mother, once relatively shy and demure, had been allowing me more substantial views of her nude body. Shortly before my departure for summer camp, her regular exposures had escalated into little staged shows. To my surprise and delight, she was transforming into a teasing showoff. Looking back, I'm sure she wanted me to make a move on her but, at that young age, all I could do was gape in wonder, grasping to get a clue. That year, odd scheduling on the school's part meant that I was off to class the day after mom and dad retrieved me from camp. What I would later call "Episode 1" (in memory of all the TV crime and suspense dramas that were so popular at the time) of mom's new, improved version of tease-play, occurred the next morning, before school. As always, I would awake to my Star Wars alarm clock, then pad into mom's bedroom to wake her, so she could prepare breakfast. By the time I took a dump and showered, mom would have a hot breakfast waiting for me. That was the deal. It was an old routine that varied little during the school season. Mom's Tits, Summer Camp, and Me So why, that morning, when my mother knew that at exactly seven o'clock, I would push her bedroom door open, did she choose to be sprawled nude across the bed? Spotting her, I froze for a moment in the doorway, gaping in surprise. Was she asleep, I thought? I couldn't tear my eyes away from her beautiful, maternal body. If I didn't wake her, I wouldn't get breakfast, unless I wanted to scrounge it up myself. Fuck that! Pop Tarts and milk didn't appeal to me that early, so I gently crept toward the bed. The rising sun filtered through the thick, yellow fabric of the bedroom drapes, giving mom's bedroom an ethereal glow. My feet stepped slowly to the edge of the king-sized bed. Mom's body radiated an exceptionally strong warmth, as I could feel it affecting the air immediately surrounding her body. Her perfume from yesterday, slightly stale by now, drifted to my nostrils. Inhaling, I studied her nakedness, my eyes coming to rest on the full, plush pubis I had never seen so closely. Before camp, an eternity ago, I had seen her naked, but never like this. Unwittingly, or not, mom was allowing me to map, in great detail, the magnificent terrain of her body. It occurred to me that mom wasn't snoring, as was her nature. Her torso slowly rose and fell with each breath, but she emitted no noise. Could she be awake, merely waiting for me to reach out and touch her body? "Mom," I blurted out. Silence. I repeated myself. "Wake up, mom." My mother made a poor attempt at feigning sleep. Opening her eyes, she looked at me, stretching her limbs like a housecat, making her nude body as open and visible to me as humanly possible. I waited for her to realize her exposed state and quickly cover herself with the blanket. Mom always dragged herself remorsefully from sleep, taking an eternity to gain a train of coherent thought. Her eyes, glazed and puffy, would not focus until she was well into her second cup of coffee. Gazing at her, I witnessed none of that. Looking directly into my eyes, she sat stiffly upright, throwing her ample, pointed breasts up and out. For a moment, I saw a pleading lust in her eyes, as if she were offering her body to me, then the look vanished. "Oh," she remarked, in unconvincing surprise, I thought. Wrapping the blanket around her shoulders, she pretended to suddenly realize where she was. "I'm awake," she broke into a self conscious smile. "I'll be right down." Crapping quietly in the silence of the white-tiled bathroom, I realized that mom had really turned me on. Wiping my ass, I stepped into the shower and, once the water had stabilized to a suitable temperature, jacked off. Eating breakfast silently, I repeatedly glanced to my mother, reading the newspaper and sipping her coffee. I could not help but imagine her beautiful body, concealed by only a bathrobe. I could still smell the perfume. That day at school passed very quickly. My concentration, disabled by erotic thoughts of my mother, made me a mental cripple in class. After limping through an embarrassing day of wrong answers and teasing from my friends about the spaced out expression on my face ("What have you been smoking, and can I have some?" asked my best friend Mike), I made my way back home. Walking through the back door and into the kitchen, I tossed my book satchel onto the counter. Usually, mom would be in the kitchen, scrounging something for dinner, but she was not there. I walked through the living room. "Mom," I called out. Her car was in the drive, so she must have been home. I walked to the hallway, which led to the back of the house. From the bathroom, I could hear the shower. Slightly unusual, I thought, since mom usually showered in the morning after I left for school. Poking my head through the bathroom door, I called to her. "I'm home." "Oh, hi, baby," she replied, sounding vaguely as if she had been waiting for me, "I'm glad you're home." My mother continued as I felt the steam condensing on my face. "Could you do me a favor?" "Sure, Mom." Again, I became distracted by thoughts of her nude body, now wet, in the spray of the shower only a few feet away. "Could you get me a new loofah out of the hall closet?" she pleaded. Reaching to the back of the linen closet in the hallway, right outside the bathroom door, I thought to myself how easy it would have been for mom to get the loofah herself but, by then, I was eager to obey. Opening the bathroom door, I was met by a lovely vision. My mother, my beautiful mother, had stepped out of the shower, one foot remaining in the tub, to take the loofah from me. Water dripped from her breasts and beaded on her skin as she smirked, looking into my eyes. My first reaction was to avert my eyes from mom's nakedness and withdraw from the bathroom, but why? She was obviously making another bold move to expose herself to me, so the least I could do is be courteous and look, although I wanted to do much more. With the hiss of the shower filling the bathroom, I slowly, thoroughly passed my eyes over mom's body, noticing again the details I discovered during her bedroom exhibition that morning: her full breasts, sagging a bit from size and age, but beautiful nonetheless, with large, red, puckered nipples, smooth, lightly-tanned skin, slightly lighter where skimpy sun-dresses usually concealed her flesh, a full, auburn pubis, trimmed conservatively to a lovely triangular bush, rounded hips and fleshy thighs, cutely dimpled at pivotal points, feminine, but sturdy, calves and ankles, and two dainty feet. After a moment of obviously drinking in her body, my eyes returned to her gaze. If mom could be bold, then so could I. "Is there anything else I could do for you?" I purred in the sexiest voice a young man could muster, and then I forced out the rest, "Anything at all?" For a moment, she studied her son with a lusty gaze. "Maybe later," Mom sounded a bit nervous. I noticed the hand holding the loofah was shaking. "I'll let you know." The moment I withdrew from the bathroom, I hurried to my bedroom. Slamming the door behind me, I threw myself on the bed, unzipping my jeans and pulling out my stiff cock. Sliding my other hand under my shirt, I gently tugged a nipple as my other hand stroked furiously. The orgasm came immediately. Writhing on the bed as I came, I whimpered as a thick rope of come shot onto the carpet. My entire body went rigid, convulsing with the climax. For a sweet moment, I wished that mom would walk in and witness the torture she had inflicted on her son. Mom would then kneel over her coming son and cover his breathless young body with loving, motherly kisses, kisses that would increase with passion until she devoured her son like a lover. Our two naked bodies would move together in a supreme, complete union between mother and son, our cries of passion lingering into the night. 4. After a restless, erection-plagued sleep, I awoke to the sun, wondering what new tease-games I and my mother would play. I stopped by the bathroom to pee, then sleepily walked through the hallway. As I approached mom and dad's bedroom door, I could hear the distinct sounds of sex. Obviously, my folks were getting a little action before dad left for the office. I pressed my face near the partially-opened door. Strange, I thought, that they would have neglected to lock the door, as was their normal practice. I certainly had no objections. Silently, I leaned against the door frame, closing my eyes, concentrating on the noises emanating from the bedroom. My mother moaned repeatedly over the steady thumping of the headboard. Occasionally, dad would grunt an encouragement. "Oh yeah, baby," he rasped in a low, clear voice. "Give me that sweet pussy." "Fuck me," mom responded simply. "Fuck me." As I had done countless times before, I reached into my pajamas and wrapped my fingers around my stiff cock. As the music of my parents' colliding bodies filled my ears, I began working my way to another orgasm. Soon we all came together. I had stroked myself to the brink when mom and dad groaned in unison. Mom hissed as she came. "Yes," she sobbed with pleasure. "Oh yes, honey. Ah, ah, AHHHGG!" Her body shuddered and she arched against dad's urgent thrusts. Dad pounded out his orgasm, injecting his thick, hot seed deep into my mother's body, eventually falling around her waist in a spent heap. I let out an involuntary whimper, come filling my shorts. Then silence. Quietly, I withdrew my sticky hand from my shorts and retreated to the bathroom to clean up, then I went into the kitchen. Sipping a glass of orange juice, I studied the light patterns on the yellow, flowered wallpaper. At that moment, I knew I would fuck my mother. No longer could I withhold against her relentless teasing, especially the added assaults of the past two days. Feeling my erection return, I downed the last of the orange juice and hopped to my feet. Hesitantly, I walked to mom and dad's bedroom door. All was silent. Then I heard mom's hairbrush clunk down on her glass-topped vanity. Slowly, I pushed the door open. At the vanity sat mom in her bathrobe, her nakedness peeking out from underneath. Dad stood behind her, one of his hands cupping her left breast, squeezing it. The moment they saw me, dad removed his hand from mom's breast, not quickly, as if he had been caught, but slowly. Mom's breast fell back into place, sporting a hard nipple from the handling. Dad gave me a smile, putting on his jacket and heading for the door. "See you two tonight," he winked at us, then exited the room. "What the fuck?" I thought to myself, hearing keys jingling in the hallway, then the front door shutting behind dad. "Good morning," mom smiled, picking up her hairbrush again. I could smell the raunch of sex eminating from her body. "Good morning," my voice quivered with surprise and lust. I stood only inches from her, savoring the heat of her body and the rank, carnal odor which filled my nostrils. Mom brushed her hair a few strokes, smiling to herself, serene with afterglow, then her brushing paused. She spoke. "Honey, could you do me a favor? Could you check my breasts?" I froze, not sure if I had heard her correctly, and not sure what to do next, although I knew exactly what I wanted to do, and do so very badly. She gazed into my eyes, and added, almost matter-of-factly, "I mean, just to be safe." Then my mother smiled, her lush, red lips glistening wetly. "Your Dad just examined them, but I need you to know how to do it, too." Mom clasped her hands on my shoulders. "If it won't traumatize you too much." Again, her lips glistened sexily. My cock strained against the elastic in my shorts. Hesitating, I gawked, agape, staring at her lush, lovely mounds. The past twenty-four hours, no, the past year had been building up to this point. I knew there was no misunderstanding; my mother was asking me to touch and squeeze her breasts. But what an absurd pretense! I almost felt pity for her, imagining my mother, lying awake the past night, wracking her brain for a coy way to get her son to fondle her tits. Then, as I pondered, the moment almost escaped. Sensing my hesitation, my mother's demeanor changed. "Oh," she shrinked back, lowering her eyes, "it's not important." Mom withdrew, creating a noticeable distance between our bodies. "Never mind," she almost sobbed, "you don't want to touch your mother's baggy old tits anyway." "No!" I blurted out, my own voice surprising me. "I want to touch them!" Immediately, mom's face lit up. Our hands met as we both pulled open her loose, silken robe. Again, my eyes feasted on mom's beautiful, rose-tipped mounds. I realized my hands were shaking with exitement. "What do I do?" I rasped, my voice hoarse with arousal. Mom took my hand and gently placed it against her swollen tit. The feel of her hot, soft flesh, her nipple protruding against the palm of my hand, made me dizzy with exitement. "Just squeeze it," she murmured. "Press your fingers into it, and feel it all over." Her breast was too large for one of my boyish hands to cover, so I lifted the tit with one hand while my other hand began to probe into her flesh. "Ahhh," she exhaled, pulling her shoulders back slightly, thrusting her chest out, and dropping her hands to her sides. Apparantly, I was doing it right. Thoroughly, I explored each breast with careful fingers. Slowly, but surely, my dream was coming true. Mom smiled with contentment as her son carefully felt her up. Her (our) victory drew nearer. Glancing down, I noticed my mother's sweet, silky bush. My thobbing cock ached painfully, wanting to slip inside it. Moving closer to my mother, I straddled her bare knee, all the while massaging and probing her generous body. Not knowing how to make my next move, I began to retrace my movements across my mother's breasts, trying to make the "examination" last as long as possible, but by the third pass, even I, in my erotic bliss, began to notice my mother's growing impatience. Without interrupting the movement of my hands, I looked at her. "They feel fine to me," I croaked, sick with lust. God, I needed to fuck her! Through the haze of my arousal, I noticed the sparkling sheen of perspiration on mom's face and chest. Before I knew it, my thumbs were slowly rubbing over mom's hard nipples, the two spots I had so carefully avoided until then. Immediately, she let out a gasp of pleasure. Her son had finally made the move to make love to his mother. The sound, a mixture of surprise and relief, pushed me into the abyss. Boldly, my face lowered to her left nipple. Squeezing her breast with my hand, I slowly rubbed my moist lips against the warm, turgid tip, then kissed it. My brain buzzed with conflicting thoughts as I pressed into my mother's willing flesh. This wasn't a summer camp interlude with a young, semi-experienced girl, this was my mother, fer chrissake! "Suck it, baby," she sighed, spurring me on, removing the last of my hesitation. My mouth drew in as much as it could possibly hold. Greedily, I began to nurse, mashing my face into her breast, nestling myself between her bare, open thighs. "Ahhh," she exhaled loudly (I thought she was already coming, but no). "Oh yes, sweet baby, suck my tits. Suck them hard." Her thighs closed around me as I devoured her flesh. My cock oozed semen into my shorts, ready for action. Sucking noises, mixed with our lustful moans, filled the air as I savored the sweaty flesh of my own mother. My head drew back for only a second before it speared mom's other nipple. Again, I pressed my busy mouth into a sweet pillow of flesh as mom hissed her approval. My dripping cock, barely concealed in the tent of my pajamas, now pressed at her fleshy gates. Mom began to lean back, ever so slightly as not to lose her balance on the small, padded seat, so her son's weight could press against her yielding body. Feeling her son's hardness pressing against her wet box, mom interrupted her moans of lust to force out a string of breathless words. "Does baby want to go lie on the bed?" her voice quivered with arousal, "I mean, we can do this easier on the bed, if you want to." Poor mom, I love her so much, begging me to fuck, but at the same time not wanting to terrify me and warp me for life. She had to make absolutely sure the need was mutual. "If you don't want to..." As she spoke, mom began to realize how silly she sounded. Her horny, young son, sucking madly on her burning tits, had already begun a slow, steady rhythm against her silky bush. She looked down at me, sweating and crazed with passion, and changed the end of her sentence. "Come on," mom whispered, wrapping her arms around me, lifting me off the ground as she stood. In three steps, we clumsily waltzed across the room and fell on the bed. Mom's dressing gown got lost somewhere along the way. The moment she fell back on the soft bed, I slid on top of my mother's naked body, quickly nestling my hips between her open thighs. My hungry mouth covered her face, neck and breasts with wet, passionate kisses. Mom writhed exitedly, rubbing her hands up and down my young body. "Ohhh, yesss," she murmured dreamily, her eyes closed. "Love me, baby. Love me." We necked like teenagers a minute, then my mother gazed down at me or, more accurately, my pajamas. "Take these off," she pouted, like a child, placing her hands around my waist and sliding my pajama bottoms and shorts down past my thighs. I paused a moment to kick them free, also removing my top. My cock bobbed at full attention, a detail that didn't escape my mother's lustful gaze. She opened her arms, inviting me back between her thighs. Our bodies, now both nude, fell snugly together. The past year, especially summer camp and Susan, had educated me, thank God, as what to do next. With one effortless movement, I lifted my ass slightly, sliding my cock deep into my mother's sweet pussy. The moment I pressed my balls against her ass, penetrating her to the hilt, I thought she would come unglued. "Ohhh, baby," she almost wailed. "My sweet boy, you know, you know what to do with your mother!" As mom squeezed my tensing buttocks, I began thrusting eagerly against her body. Mom's knees drew up slightly, allowing me easier entry into the sweet womb I had lived in for nine months, so many years ago. I used her knees for anchorage, holding onto them tightly as our bodies slapped together harder and harder. With only a few words and movements, mom coached me on the technique she wanted from her son. It's the technique I still use today. "That's it, sweetheart," she whispered. "Just like that, not too fast." Her eyes stared deeply into mine. "Okay, oooh," Mom's breath quivered with lust, "good baby." She had to concentrate to keep from coming too quickly. "Yeah, that's it, that's it," her hands covered mine, squeezing them. "Pull it out, then all the way back in," her hands pressed against my smooth, damp chest, brushing my nipples. The sensation in my nipples sparked all the way down my body and out through the tip of my throbbing cock. "All the way in, uh, uh, oooh." My erect, glistening shaft pushed all the way inside my mother, making her squirm and whimper. "A-a-all the way, ohhh, yes, yes," she panted against my neck, "good, goood!" My mother's eyes closed, blissfully, as I pounded against her ripe body. I studied her delicate eyelids, accented with a dark blue shade of mascara, noticing how erotic they now seemed, so close to my face. As I gazed at her beautiful face, glazed with perspiration, mom began to gently chew on her lower lip. Soon, the movement of my body became stabilized and rhythmic, like the ticking of an impatient metronome. We fucked in perfect unison, mother and son, both of us satiating the lust that had been simmering between us for much too long. Now I had her, and I could hardly believe it, but there she was. My mother. My sexy lover. Suddenly, mom let out a stifled squeal. She jerked and arched slightly as if an electrical shock had passed through her body. Curious, I slowed my thrusts, but mom insisted I continue. "No, baby," she gasped. "Keep going, don't stop now." Later, I realized she had had a quick, sharp orgasm. I had yet to see a woman come in that fashion. With all the friction against my swollen cock, I couldn't hold back much longer. The sight of mom's lovely, lush body and tits, her smooth, silky legs and thighs rubbing against mine, and her wet, snug pussy caressing my cock quickly pushed me to the edge. Clenching my teeth, I growled like an animal as my cock burst. "AAAGGGHHH!!!" The orgasm seized me violently. My body shuddered as I felt a healthy load of come erupt from deep within my body. Pulse after pulse of pleasure surged up the length of my throbbing shaft, sending thick jets of fresh come deep into mom's body. I was coming inside my mother at last! Mom's Tits, Summer Camp, and Me "Oh, YES, my love," mom cried out. "My baby's coming for me!" Joyfully, she bucked against me as I came, making my orgasm all the more intense. "Come for mommy," she urged in a voice only a loving, caring mother could use, "come hard inside mommy." As I came, I discovered I couldn't slam into my mother's body hard enough. My animal instinct had erased any boundary between mother and son. My body took over in it's need to reproduce, to plant it's seed. Mom's tits jiggled with each collision of our bodies as I raped my mother. Surprised, she clung eagerly to her crazed son, encouraging him on. "Oh, my love," she almost wept, astonished at the raging lion between her legs, "give it to me hard! Harder!" I almost wept with pleasure and release, a tear running down my cheek. "Ohhh...OHHH," I cried in sublime agony, evacuating the contents of my swollen cock deep into my mother's sweet womb, "ohhh mama, ohhh mama." Watching her son coming so violently, mom couldn't help but be seized by another, stronger orgasm. She let out a throaty groan, shaking violently as her head thrashed from side to side. "Aaagh," Mom's orgasm shook her like a rag doll. I spent and spent, emptying my scrotum into her beautiful body. The orgasm persisted, shaking me to my core. I arched my back so sharply that I strained a tendon in my leg. The pain was exquisite. Soon, the spasms in my body subsided. The contracting of mom's sweet pussy squeezed the last of the come from my stinging cock. Having expended such violent, pent-up lust, we both began to sweat profusely. Droplets of salty sweat collected on my face and neck, eventually falling onto mom's sweaty breasts. Resting against my mother's glistening body, I remained inside her pussy. My young cock had found a welcoming new home, and it was ecstatically content to stay. My face nestled against her damp neck. Her sweat mingled with mine, coating my lips. Lazily, I licked the salty mixture, tasting a bitter hint of mom's old-fashioned perfume. Our bodies, fused together by perspiration and sex, slowly dried in the cool morning air. I held my mother tightly, snuggling against her warm, nude body as if I were an infant. Mom's hands slowly stroked my back, caressing my damp skin with her gentle fingers. We existed, there, that morning, for each other. Both of us had satiated, for the moment, our mutual lust. Now the wave had passed, and we both found ourselves in the new, frightening, exiting world of incest. In the many days ahead, there would be no more longings, and no more unfulfilled needs. Mom and I now held each other as lovers. No apprehension remained after our soul-baring exchange. Mom and I would make love several more times that day, until we both staggered, drained, into the shower to wash away the thick residue of sex from our glowing bodies. The cool, soothing spray of water from the chrome shower head caressed our bodies. Heaving a weighted breath of relief and exhaustion, I closed my eyes, leaning against the white linoleum tiles as mom's gentle hands washed my body. The enclosure of the shower stall echoed my small, plaintive voice. "I love you." Mom smiled, briefly, with that wide, expressive mouth of hers. "I love you, too, baby," she cooed. Sitting on the lid of the toilet, I watched sleepily as mom's naked body stretched for the high, top shelf of the linen closet. The smooth inside of her ample thigh glistened with wetness from the shower. Mom's breasts hung lazily in space, swaying slightly with her movements, the red tips hardened in the cool air. If I could have frozen her, for only a moment, I would have a perfect statue, a perfect representation of a maternal lover. Then the moment passed as she retrieved a large beach towel. As our bodies pressed together, mom wrapped the towel around our damp bodies. Again feeling the magnificent warmth of her body, I turned my face up to meet hers. We kissed. She smiled, a woman in love, then we kissed again, and again, gentle playful pecks of affection before another sweet, snug embrace. 5. The afternoon sun of that first, sweet day filled the master bedroom with an etherial glow. Silently, mom and I removed the stained linens from the bed. Mom's head was slightly bowed, and the calm benevolence in her eyes as she spread the fresh sheets on the bed gave the ritual an almost spiritual aire. In the kitchen, I leaned back in a plastic dinette chair, rubbing the strained tendon in my leg, watching mom's bare feet move over the yellow-and-white asbestos tiles. For the first time in my life, and certainly not the last, I witnessed a young, nubile newlywed, fresh from the athletics of new passion. Mom's body radiated heat, and I could almost make out the shimmering aura surrounding her flushed skin. The glow of new love? Perhaps. Dad was never a slouch in bed, and their marriage was a rock that remained stable for years, but still, mom had a new demeanor after that day that intensified every time we had sex, and that would be often. As I pondered, mom set about the task of preparing the family dinner. Dad would be home shortly, and he was always tired and hungry. His hard work and love was what provided us with a decent life. From the beginning, I knew there were no secrets from dad. That sly dog. He never said a word, even when it was obvious what his wife and son had been doing. I sat upright, startled, as dad came home unexpectedly early one afternoon. Mom and I had been riding each other the entire day. The room reeked of sweaty sex and, while mom washed my many deposits out of her pussy, I lazed, naked and exhausted, under the wrinkled sheets. "Hey, son," dad greeted. In a second, he had crossed the room and entered the bathroom. The moment he disappeared, I slid out of bed and vanished to my bedroom to get dressed. That's how it went, until I graduated college. It was an unspoken joke between dad and me. At times, he would give me this smirk, as if he were asking, "So, how was mom today?" In later years, my life took me far away, but never too far to visit my folks often. Dad, well into his sixties, is just beginning to speak of retirement. When he leaves for work, mom and I relive our torrid days of incest. Her body has aged, to be certain, but I still can't get enough of her sweet, incestuous love, and I'm sure our bodies will be moving together, through the years, fading into the twilight.