4 comments/ 327207 views/ 43 favorites My Mom Needs Love By: libidinal Growing up, I remember how some kids had parents who were real old. These kids would get real embarrassed whenever their mom or pop came to school and other kids would ask if they were their grandparents. Well I had the opposite problem. My mom had me when she was fourteen. And my dad, her boyfriend, was only sixteen at the time. And then a year later, not yet fifteen, my mother had another child, my sister Amy. Mom and dad grew up in the hollows of Kentucky where it wasn't all that uncommon for mothers to be so young. But as a fourteen year old mother, and then at fifteen, with two kids in tow, mom just couldn't handle it. So we were handed over to my grandmother who took over the child rearing chores. We'd see mom once in a while, but she went back to high school and resumed living the life of a teenager. Then, when she was eighteen, she moved to California to join our dad, who was in the Service there. For years me and Amy even assumed that our grandmother was our mother. But then when I was six and Amy was five, our mom took us back. She was twenty at the time. Mom and grandma had some sort of a falling out, and mom decided that she was now ready to raise her kids herself. Right after that our pop was killed in a training accident. It took mom a long time to get over dad's death, and this was a tough time for all of us. Me and Amy, we'd always looked to grandma as sort of being our mother, now we get had to get used to our real mom. Then, about a year after our dad died, all sorts of new hassles began. Mom was in still in the prime of young womanhood and acted the part. She'd always been boy crazy, and now she was man-crazy. My sister's eyes and mine would roll as yet another man showed up at our house to spend the night. And I'd lay there in bed, listening, as mom howled out her pleasure one more time. And now Amy and I had to contend with a mom coming to school and showing up at P.T.A. who was really young, and looked even younger. And so for me, unlike for those with really old parents who other kids figured might be their grandparents, kids thought my mom was my older sister or a baby sitter or something like that. Sometimes it felt kind of cool having such a young and attractive and sexy mother, but other times it would be embarrassing and me and my sister would squirm, having to explain to others that this sassy young fox was actually our own mother. By the time I was a teenager it got even worse. Now I'd have to watch my buddies ogling my mom, eating her up with their eyes. When I'd be out in public with mom I knew people said to themselves, what's this woman doing going out with such a young dude, a teenager, not knowing this was my own goddamn mother taking me to the mall to buy me a pair of shoes! Or they'd think I was with an older sister. In high school that's what some guys figured, that mom was my sister, and they'd actually ask me if mom was going out with anyone, if maybe I could fix them up with her. Mom was so great-looking too, and so sexy, that I'd have to deal with these kinds of hassles constantly. When I told them that she was my mom, and that I didn't make it a practice to fix up my pals with my own mother, they'd get all embarrassed and start apologizing and stuff. But then a minute later they'd be grinning and teasing me, asking whether with a mom like that I ever got any ideas of my own, ever fantasized about her. And of course I did. After all, up until the time I was six I hardly even saw her, though I was aware that she my mom. So it's not like I had all those years to get used to the fact that even though she was so young and so hot-looking, that she was my own mother and that's all she was, could be, or I should even think about her being. Instead, I had to confess to myself, when I'd see men drooling over her, I knew exactly why they were reacting that way. I'd start to drool a little myself. I remember I once caught mom stepping out of a shower, all wet and naked, and the sight of her actually gave me an instant hardon! Then at seventeen I decided to join the Service. My mom was concerned because my dad had died in a Service accident, and mom had never quite gotten over dad. He was still the love of her life. But I told her not to worry, and I also realized I needed to get away from mom. Because, though she never came on to me or anything like that, the allure of being under one roof with her became just too strong. I had even begun to feel extremely jealous when men came over and I was aware they were banging dear old mom, something I knew I couldn't do, and yet deep down in my most secret self yearned for so much. I had been in the Service for two years and decided to quit, realizing I wasn't really cut out for a career in the military. I'd been overseas for most of that time and it had been more than a year since I'd been back and seen my sister or my mom or anyone else I knew. "Look at you, Jimmy!" my mom said when she laid her eyes on me after my long absence. "You look like a real man now, a red-blooded man!" Well, at nineteen, I did fill out some and I suppose those two years since I'd left home had added some measure of maturity to my appearance. Mom sure seemed to think so, looking at me with fresh eyes, it seemed. Before, though I'd sometimes glance at mom in this guilty way and entertain fantasies about her, I never once got the sense that mom ever looked at me in the same way. After all I was her son, her teenaged son. But now, as my mom carefully looked me over, there was definitely that new look in her eyes, a look I'd never seen before. "Damn!" she said. "You've turned into one good-looking dude, baby." "Thanks, mom," I said, not knowing what else to say. We talked and I asked her how she'd been. "Not too good, Jimmy," she moped. "I just split up with a guy." I'd heard about all that from my sister. See, my mom never got over my dad, and she still had this image of him as the young, handsome Serviceman she had loved so dearly. So as she grew older and dated, she began to date men who were younger than her, much younger, as she herself grew older. That's one thing that used to make me so envious, feel so upset, to see dudes not all that much older than me getting a chance to bang dear old mom. That would irk me no end. Well, my sister told me this last dude my mom had been dating was only twenty and finally dumped mom for a foxy eighteen year he'd also been seeing. I guess mom should've prepared herself for something like that. My sister's theory was that after these young dudes get to conquer mom, they start hankering for babes their own age, with whom they have more in common. My mom is great-looking and sexy as hell, anyone could tell that at first glance. But that's not all a guy seeks when he's dating. So, Amy said, mom had just suffered one more in a string of disappointments, disappointments she was bound to keep having if she dated men who were ten or more years younger than she herself was. At thirty-four, mom was still a pretty young woman and with her youthful appearance she looked at least five years younger than she really was, but, still, she was heading for trouble, Amy figured, if she kept fishing that same old young pond for future lovers. So now mom told me about the guy she'd been dating, they'd even lived together for a couple of months, told me all about how he finally left her for this college cheerleader, a sorority queen at the local college. Mom couldn't stand that, she said, it made her feel old. "Maybe you should try dating older men, mom," I ventured, taking a chance giving her advice. "I've tried, but they just don't do it for me most of the time," she said. "I guess I'm still hung up on your dad and what he was like and how old he was when he died. I guess I'm always trying to re-create those old feelings." I really appreciated her being so open and honest with me. "And I guess I'm just getting old," mom griped. "And trying to feel young." "Oh come on, mom, you're not old," I told her. "You're still young and you look even younger. I'm sure you're right in your prime." "You really think so, honey?" she asked, smiling wistfully. "Sure," I said. "Women around your age are supposed to be at their sexual peak, aren't they?" I'd read somewhere that women only hit their sexual prime in their thirties. If that was true, then mom really was at her peak. "That so?" she said, loving to hear me tell her this, staring at me boldly. "I like that, Jimmy, you thinking about your mom and how she may be at her sexual prime, thinking about her as a sexual creature." I blushed when she said this, and fidgeted. If she only knew just how long I'd been thinking of her as a sexual creature, one who was inaccessible to me, but provocative and deeply attractive nonetheless. If she only knew how, overseas in the service, I'd lay in my cot thinking about mom, picturing her, undressing her in my mind, my dick getting stiff at the thought, then beating off with wildly outrageous images of mom swirling in my head, imagining myself doing things to her. I had once walked past my mom's room and looked in to see her masturbating. I stood there, quiet as a mouse, staring at her working those fingers into her bush, legs spread wide, the heart of her femininity completely exposed to my view, to the view of her son! I'd never been able to shake that image, or wanted to. It's stayed absolutely vivid in my mind until now. "So are you dating any guys right now, mom?" I asked. "No, I haven't been with anyone for a couple of months, since that prick Steve went apeshit over his cheerleader bimbo and left me. I'm sure Amy's told you all about that." Mom had correctly guessed that my sister would've filled me in on my mom's latest romantic melodrama. She'd even kept me up on my mom's romantic and erotic adventures and misadventures while I was away overseas. "So you think I'm supposed to be at my sexual prime, huh?" mom repeated, wanting to stay on the subject. "Yeah, that's what I figure," I said. "Jimmy? Let me ask you a question, and answer me honestly. Do you think I'm still sexy?" "Of course, mom," I said without hesitation. "I think you're real sexy." Little did she know that's exactly how I'd thought of her for years now, as being an amazingly sexy woman. "Really?" she said, breaking into a big, happy smile. "That makes me happy, a young stud like you saying that I'm sexy, even if you are my own son." She leaned over and put a hand on my knee. "And you're not just telling me that to make me feel good, are you?" she asked. "No, I mean it," I told her. "Most women would kill to be as attractive and sexy as you are, mom." Now her face positively beamed with contentment, hearing me tell her this, and saying it to her with obvious fervor. "Well I'm glad you think I'm sexy, Jimmy, and let me tell you something else, something else I am. These days I'm horny as hell. I haven't been laid in almost two months, can you believe that? Maybe I shouldn't be telling you this. I hope you don't mind me being frank, but after you start saying how great looking and sexy I'm supposed to be, I figure I can be honest with you, right?" "Right mom, you can tell me anything you'd like," I said, thrilled to have gained my mom's confidence like this, aroused that the topic in question was her sexuality. "Well, you hit the nail on the head, Jimmy, when you said I'm supposed to be at my prime now, because it's true," she said. "I mean, I've always loved sex, but these days I'm really wanting it all the time. My libido's been all charged up. Young dudes, like you, they're always horny, so me and them, we make a good match. A lot of mature women like to mess around with younger guys for that reason, I'm sure you've heard that." I could barely believe what I was hearing. My own mother -- a mother for whom I had long secretly lusted -- was now confessing to me how horny she was, how much she wanted it, needed it, wanted it with young dudes like me, is how she put it. "But after Steve left, I swore I'd take a break from men for a while and figure out just how I wanted to approach that whole man and woman thing, you know?" she said. "I've missed it, but it hasn't been as bad as I thought, not getting any for so long. I've been masturbating a whole hell of a lot, though." She smiled, leaning close again. "You don't think it's too outrageous, do you?" she asked. "Your own mother confessing to you how much she's been masturbating?" "Like I said, mom, I'm all ears, you can tell me anything you'd like," I said to her, secretly thrilled to have mom disclose this to me, thinking back to that one time I actually walked in on her beating off, remembering how excitedly she had fingered herself, how much she seemed to be loving it. "You probably jerked off quite a bit back in Thailand, in the Philippines, when you were in the service?" she said. "When you weren't socking it to those foxy Asian babes, that is?" She laughed lustily, teasing me. "Yeah, mom, sometimes a guy's hand can be his best friend," I said. "A woman's too, believe me, son," she said with a look on her face that made me think she might pull up her skirt, pull down her panties and beat off right there and then, in front of me. That sure was a sweet fantasy, but a fantasy was all it was. "Say, Jimmy?" she said, her eye brightening. "How about you join me and we go shopping together? That's what women often like to do when they're heartbroken or not getting anything, they like to treat themselves. Now that summer's coming along I've been meaning to go down to the mall and buy myself a new swim suit. Feel like going down there with me and helping me pick one out?" "Sure mom, I'll go with you," I said, loving the idea that I'd be helping my mother pick out a swim suit, something that would make me have to focus on her body! So, as mom suggested, we went down to the mall together. Before we even began to look for anything for her, she insisted on getting me a few things. Again, I thought people were looking at us as though as I were her young lover or she were my older sister, never as a mother and son. "I think these are a little too tight on me," I said, after I had come out wearing a pair of jeans I'd tried on. Mom's eyes dropped below my waist, checking out the fit of those jeans, "Too bad, Jimmy, because they sure look great on you," she said. Looking at myself in the mirror I could see that the crotch of those jeans cupped my genitals so they really bulged. Plus they hugged my buttocks tightly too. Mom may have liked the way those jeans looked on me, and I felt flattered, but I do like to be comfortable so I decided to get a pair one size larger. "How about a pair of swim trunks?" she asked, and we looked through that section. I picked out a pair of loose shorts, the kind I liked to wear to the beach, but my mom picked this pair of skimpy bikini swim briefs, the sort I'd see European men wear at Asian beaches when I was over there, on R & R. I never thought much of that style of swimwear for me, but mom insisted she buy me a pair along with the trunks I wanted, so I didn't argue. "Now let's find a pair for me," she said after she paid, and we headed over to the women's swimwear department. I stood by her as she looked over several pairs, all of them very skimpy two-piece bikinis. Mom, it's appropriate to mention now, has a spectacular body. She's sleek, like a cat, but has these really big, full breasts. I remember how whenever me and my sister would go to the beach with mom, guys would constantly be laying their blankets within a few feet of us so they could gawk at mom's fabulous figure, always draped in a tight, sexy swim suit. Mom was proud of that body of hers and loved showing it off. That's another thing I was constantly exposed to. No wonder I developed a real hang up for mom's sexual allure! "I think I like this one, I'm going to try it on," she said, picking out a string bikini which if it was any more skimpy wouldn't be anything at all! On the bottom it was no more than a patch of crotch held in place by a string, and on top I couldn't imagine how those two little sheets of fabric could ever contain mom's extra large, luscious breasts. A minute later she came back with a smile on her face. "Yep, this is the one," she said, "I only wish I could've come out here to show it to you, Jimmy, but I figured that would be a little risque out here in public, even if you are my son. I'll try it on for you when we get home." My heart skipped a beat as I pictured mom showing off her new purchase to me a little later on. We left the store and mom had us stop at what she said was her favorite lingerie store, where she picked up a couple of bras and a few pairs of panties. "Who's the fella, Julie?" the salesgirl asked my mom. "Oh, this is my son, Jimmy," she said. "He's just returned from overseas, he was in the service." "Oh, I'm sorry, she said, blushing. "I didn't know." "That's cool," I said, actually happy to be mistaken for a new flame. "Isn't he cute?" mom said, playfully pinching my cheek, making me blush as the lingerie salesgirl looked me over. She was a prime young fox, too, and was eyeballing me as though she'd be happy to eat me up right there and then. Which is something that, under other circumstances, I would've liked very much. "She liked you, I could tell," mom said as we drove back to her place. "Who? Who liked me?" I asked. "C'mon, Jimmy, don't play dumb," mom laughed. "Nikki, the chick in the lingerie store, I saw the way she was looking at you. And who could blame her." Mom looked sideways at me. "With you being such a handsome young man, any woman would be a fool not to lick her lips over you." Well there must be plenty of fools out there, then, I said to myself, for I've had my share of problems getting the babes to fall all over me. It's only in the last year that I'd gotten over my shyness and had plenty of play. At home mom couldn't wait to pull her new swim suit out of its bag. "I'll be right back," she said, taking it to the bedroom with her. I pictured her in there, removing her clothes, getting nice and naked, then putting the bikini on, eyeing herself in the mirror before she came out to show it off. "What do you think?" she asked, suddenly appearing in front of me. What did I think? I hadn't seen my mother's body exposed like this in quite a few years, wearing a revealing swim suit. At thirty-four she had lost just a touch of the firmness she had when she was still in her twenties and maybe her big tits were just a tiny bit more droopy. But the body before me still could have graced the centerfold of a men's magazine and inspired hardons in men from coast to coast. The string bikini bottom covered no more than her crotch and, on top, it barely held the bottom half of her massive breasts in place, just above the nipples. "It looks fabulous," I told her truthfully. "I'm glad you like it, baby, I thought you would," she said. "You don't think it's too revealing?" "I don't know about that, mom," I said. "It's hard to get more revealing than that." "Well, you know your mother, Jimmy," she said, smiling, "She always liked to show it off, to flaunt it." That was certainly true; mom was never especially shy about letting everyone have a good look at that terrific body of hers. Now she slowly pirouetted so I could see the bikini on her, front and back. Turning around I stared at her sleek back side, her gorgeous, round buttocks, completely exposed, her perfect legs. "How about you try on the one I bought you, the bikini?" she suggested taking the skimpy garment out of its bag and giving it to me. So now I went into mom's bedroom, took off my clothes and slipped on the bathing suit, what little there was of it. Looking at myself in the mirror I was reminded of the male European tourists and all those faggots who used to congregate on the hedonistic beaches of Thailand, showing it off in suits like this. Now here I was wearing exactly the same thing, which I had once sworn you'd never see me wearing. But mom obviously liked it, insisting on getting it for me, so here I was trying it on for mom. My Mom Needs Love "Oh wow, look at you, Jimmy!" she gasped when she saw me. "You really have filled out, what a body you've got at nineteen." "Thanks, mom," I said, watching her eyes drift over every inch of my body. When I caught her fixing her gaze a little too long on the bulge of my crotch, mom actually blushed a little! "Now that we've got these on, how about we go for a little swim?" she suggested. It was a very hot day and here we were in swim suits. Mom had been married to a very rich dude for a couple of years, a young record producer, her second marriage. They split, but she got a very generous settlement, which now enabled her to live in a luxury apartment complex in West Hollywood. And there was a rooftop pool at mom's apartment complex, so now we headed up there and both dived in to cool off, then found lounge chairs to stretch out and get some sun. Wet, mom's bikini looked even more alluring on her than it did dry. "Where's that suntan oil?" mom said, fumbling through her bag, finding it. "I'm not all tan like you, Jimmy. I better put some of this on, the rays are strong today." Back from the hot tropical sun of Asia I was, indeed, all tan and well attuned to the sun. But mom was still pale, so she rubbed suntan oil over herself as I glanced out of the corner of my eye. "Better get these too," she said, rubbing the oil over her breasts, largely exposed to the sun. "I wouldn't want them to burn". "No you wouldn't, mom." Then she turned around and I watched her rub the oil over her firm, springy buttocks. "Can you get my upper back for me, honey?" she said, untying her string top, revealing the pale sides of her breasts now as she lay flat on her stomach. I had to do everything I could to repress an erection as I oiled up my mother's smooth, warm skin, trying to drive all those fantasies I'd had from my mind. These fantasies were stronger than ever now that I detected mom might have had a bit of a hankering for me too, the way she had me get that revealing swim suit, the way she eyed me when I put it on. "Thanks, babe," she said as we now both took in the sun, watching people come down to the pool, mom commenting, gossiping about them. "See that dude?" mom said as this young muscle guy came up to the pool. "The second he sees you he's going to eat you up with his eyes, the guy's a flaming queer. When he first moved into the building I had my eye on him but he's a faggot through and through." Mom was right, the guy couldn't keep his eyes off me. But I got used to that in the service and on those hot beaches in Southeast Asia, full of cruising queers. Then this tall, gorgeous black woman came up to the pool, wearing a bikini as skimpy as mom's and with a body to match, though she was at least ten years younger than my mother. Mom watched me look her over, smiling. "You like her?" she asked as I tried to discreetly eyeball the babe's satiny dark body. "Uh huh," I admitted freely. "Ever fuck a black woman, Jimmy?" mom asked as I looked her over, a little stunned by this question. "Yeah, a couple of times." "Whores?" "Yeah, once a whore, and then a couple of other times, chicks I'd met at discos," I said. "Right, I remember you always were a good dancer, probably helped get chicks into your bed, huh?" "Didn't hurt." Now I thought I could be a little brazen too. "You ever fuck a black guy, mom?" "Why, Jimmy!" she said, turning to me and pretending shock, but smiling knowingly. "What a question to ask your mother! But as a matter of fact, I have. Though I've got to admit he was nothing to brag about in the bedroom department. White women keep hearing how sexy black guys are supposed to be, how they're hung real big and everything, but this dude sure didn't fit the profile." So we sat there and talked and sunned ourselves for the next hour. "I think that's enough, I don't want to get burned," she said finally. "How about we go back downstairs?" Once back in her apartment I felt all charged up, having stared at my mom's body all afternoon, talking to her frankly about sex partners and fucking and stuff. "I'm going to take a quick shower, okay?" she said. "I want to get this oil off my body." So I sat there in my swim trunks and turned on the TV, waiting while mom took her shower. I could hear the water, and imagined it raining all over her naked body, wishing I was in there with her! Then I heard the water turned off, and a few moments later mom reappeared with a big white towel wrapped around her body, still drying herself off. "Mmmmmh, that felt good," she purred, uninhibitedly running the towel between her legs, drying off that zone. She knew she was doing that right in front of me, and she knew I could see it. What did that mean? Suddenly, she dropped the towel to the floor, standing there in front of me as naked as on the day she was born, looking right into my eyes. "This is okay, isn't it Jimmy?" she asked. "I don't have to be too modest around you. After all, you're my little baby boy." There was no point pretending now, so I just unabashedly took in mom's nudity as she sat on the couch next to me, casually spreading her legs, letting me now see not only her bush, but a hint of the pink slit hidden within her thicket. "Maybe you should take this off too," she said, suddenly reaching for the elastic waistband of my swim suit, pulling it down and off me so that, suddenly, I was as naked as her. All afternoon I'd been trying to suppress the swelling that wanted to rise up in my dick, now I couldn't suppress it any more as it quickly grew and became erect, mom looking right down at it. "My, my, look at that!" she said, gazing at my boner. Now she slid up to me, reaching down to take hold of my cock. "Come to momma," she whispered. "I know you want to, Jimmy." And then, suddenly, there were my mother and me, naked, sharing a hot, wet kiss as she twisted my cock -- her own son's cock! -- in her hand. "You turn me on, honey, it's as simple as that," she said. "You have for a long time, and today I guessed that maybe I turned you on too. Am I right?" "Yes, you're right, mom," I said, pressing my body against hers. "Do we need to talk about this before we do anything else?" she asked. "I know it's pretty twisted, what we're doing." "If you think we need to, mom, we can talk about it." "I don't, not now," she said, pressing close, her big breasts squeezed tightly against my chest. "We can talk about it later if we feel we need to." And so we kissed some more, this time my hand drifting between my mom's legs as she spread them apart, inviting me to explore her humid snatch. And humid it was! She may have dried herself off down there after her shower, but that did nothing about her own juices, continuing to flow as her excitement mounted, making her as wet as a ripe mango. "Let's go to the bedroom," she panted breathlessly. "We'll be more comfortable in there, baby." I followed mom in and watched her tear the covers off her bed as the two of us tumbled down on it, hugging and kissing, excitedly pressing our bodies against each other, mother and son! She had her hand wrapped around my cock again but now I focused on her big breasts, mounds I'd desired to hold for a long, long time. "You like them?" she asked as I squeezed them gently. "Yeah, mom, you have a hell of a pair," I said as she laughed. "Here," she said, pressing my head down to her breast. "Why don't you suck on them." I took one of her big, corky nipples between me lips and suckled it. "Oh yeah!" she panted. "Look at you, Jimmy. You sucked on them when you were baby. And now, after all these years, you're sucking them again!" Didn't I know it! I sucked one nipple, then the other, taking my sweet time. Then mom pressed my head between her massive jugs, letting me feel their smooth, soft warmth against my cheeks. "Just where you should be, baby," she purred. "Between your mother's loving breasts." I could've stayed down there forever, my face buried in all that soft warmth, but mom finally pushed me away. "Now I want to taste something," she said, bringing her lips down over my neck and my chest, stopping to kiss my nipples, to suck them a little as I had sucked hers. Then her tongue drifted, ever so slowly, over my stomach and down to my pubic hair. She looked up at me as she got close, close to her target. Then she was right down there, staring at my cock, inches from her eyes, holding it in her hand. "Look at you, Jimmy, you got a big one, just like your daddy," she said. This was the first I'd ever heard about my father's endowment. "Like father, like son, I guess." Then she started to kiss my cock as I looked down -- my own mother kissing my cock! She was in no hurry as she planted kiss after kiss over every inch of my cock and then all over my balls too. She teased me, tortured me as I longed for wetness, for her tongue. And then I felt it as, slowly, she began to lick me, licking every inch thoroughly as she had kissed every inch. The sensation of mom skillfully dragging her tongue over the rigid surface of my erect penis sent shivers running through me, making me want more, making me feel to desperate now to feel my cock between her lips. "Want momma to suck it now?" she cooed, looking up at me with dreamy eyes. "I'd like that, mom, I'd like that a lot," I said, reaching down to run my fingers through her thick, lustrous hair. Mom always had beautiful hair, the envy of other women. "Good, baby, because I'm hungry," she purred, opening her mouth and taking my cockhead between her lips, twisting the shaft in her hand as she sucked the knob. I looked down as my mom kept gazing up at me, wanting to lock eyes as she sucked my cock, her head bobbing up and down as she took more and more of my cock in her mouth and down her throat. "Phew!" she gasped, coming up for air after she downed at least half my length. "How many inches you got down here anyway? About eight?" Her guess was dead on. Like most guys, I'd measured my own cock, erect, and eight inches, give or take a millimeter or two, is what it always came out to be, erect. "Good guess, mom," I said, as she eyed those eight inches closely, now all slick and wet from her saliva. "That's what your daddy had, eight inches," she said. "Though you're a little thicker than he was." She looked at me, her eyes sparkling with arousal. "I can't believe I'm doing this, sucking my own son's cock!" she said. "It's outrageous, isn't it?" "Yeah, mom, but outrageous can be fun," "It sure can!" she hissed, resuming her cockfest I just laid back and enjoyed it, enjoyed my mother's skillful oral attention, looking down at her -- at my own mom! -- as I luxuriated in the intense sensations. "Goddamn!" she gasped, coming up for a breath again. "you really do have quite a mouthful for me, don't you, Jimmy?" "Yeah, mom, enjoy it," I growled, feeding it to her some more, feeling cocky, reveling in the obscene outrageousness of it all. Luckily, I have great-self control, so even this was as exciting as anything could be, getting my cock sucked by my own mother, a mother for whom I'd long felt secret, lustful longings, I was able to hold back and enjoy her nice, slow blow-job. "That's enough of that for now," she said, finally pulling back, panting, gaining back her breath. "But there is one more thing I'd like to taste, Jimmy. Let's turn you around." Suddenly mom had rolled me over on my stomach and was kneading my buttocks, spreading them apart as she massaged me. "My, my, these buns are hard!" she said. I'd always been an athlete and so I knew my buttocks, like the rest of my body, were nice and firm and muscled. Which mom seemed to appreciate. I had seen photos of my dad, and he was another muscled, athletic dude who stayed in shape. As with my endowment down there, I guess the rest of my endowment also took after dear old dad! "Let's take a look, shall we," she said, suddenly spreading me wide open, exposing my asshole to her view. For the first time I felt a little vulnerable and embarrassed, having my own mother staring into my crack, right at my asshole. "Like having this licked too?" she asked. In Bangkok I used to patronize a whore house where that was something of a specialty of the house, eating out men's butts, and I got to like it quite a bit. "Sure," I said, craning my neck to look at her, seeing her lick her lips. And then, suddenly, she buried her face between my ass cheeks and I felt her wet, slick tongue pressing against my asshole, licking it up, really digging in there with a passion. "Wow!" she said, pulling back. "I used to wipe you down here when you were a baby, and now look at me, I'm licking it!" That sure was an outrageous thought! Before mom handed me and my sister over to her own mother for rearing, she had nursed and taken care of me as an infant. So I'd definitely had a go at her nipples before, and she'd no doubt tended to my bottom. Now she was tending to it in an entirely different, entirely adult way. "Yeah, mom, lick it, lick my ass!" I hissed, bucking it up against her probing tongue, feeling frisky, feeling raunchy. "God, this is so intimate, baby, tonguing your butt like this," mom said, pulling back, looking up at me. Glancing over my shoulder at the sight of my gorgeous, naked mother, down at my bottom, tending to me like that, I suddenly had a yearning to tend to her. I wanted a taste of dear old mom now. I wanted to devour her, I wanted to fuck her, I wanted to make her feel real, real good! "Now how about I take care of you, mom," I said, turning over as she came back up to hug me. "How about now I have something to eat?" "Yes, baby, yes!" she panted. "I want that so much. I want you to feast on me!" So I laid her out on her back as she spread her legs wide. I just stared at it first, my mother's pussy, sitting there like a red, wet flower amidst a forest of dark curls. "That's where you came from, baby," she reminded me, running her fingers through my hair as I gazed at the gateway through which I had entered the world. It was a freaky thought. This was my mother, my mother's cunt I was getting ready to devour. I was returning to where I came from and, later, when I finally got to fuck her, I'd really be making my way up into my birthplace. But first I felt like going back up higher, to her breasts once more, where, many years ago, I had been nurtured. I hadn't sucked them enough. I wanted those stiff, sensitive nipples in my mouth again, yearned to feel the warm softness against my cheeks some more. "You love it up here, don't you, honey?" she said as I luxuriated by her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples, pressing my cheeks against those ample mounds. And meanwhile I let my hand drift between her legs to feel her, as she again took hold of me. Then, as she had with me, I let my lips drift lower, over her smooth, still firm and trim stomach, down over her bush and, again, between her legs. And now I dug right in with my tongue, tasting my mother, savoring her pussy, its scent a mix of her natural sweetness and some wonderfully fragrant soap she must've used when she showered. Back in Asia I became accustomed to pussies like that, pussies bathed in scented soaps, dabbed with scented oils. In Bangkok and Manila and Hong Kong the women knew how to make their pussies alluring. And so did mom, as I now learned, lapping away, really eating her up. "Yes, Jimmy, there... like that!" she gasped as I softly flickered my tongue against her engorged clit. There it was, my mother's aroused clitoris right against her son's probing tongue. I was giving head to my own fucking mother! I love going down on babes, and I can't count the number of pussies I'd enjoyed orally. I crave oral sex. But this wasn't just oral sex, it was oral incest! Then I worked my tongue up into my mother's vagina, a tunnel I'd visited before, nineteen years ago. "Yeah baby, slide it in there, make momma feel good," she begged as I worked on her with my lips and my tongue, licking and sucking and kissing every inch of her inflamed vulva, probing into her vagina. "Now how about this," I said, suddenly turning her over as she had turned me over, spreading her buttocks open as she had spread open mine. "Oh God, Jimmy, yes!" she panted, reaching back with an arm to press my head between her buns. "Lick that too, lick it the way I licked yours, I love that!" I stared at her perfect asshole, a little creased star sitting in the center of her crack, a puckered crater with a raised ridge. I dug my tongue into her anal crater now, first licking her, then skewering her anal passage with my tongue. "That feels so good, baby," she purred. "And it's so special, so intimate, to have you do that to me, my own son." "Yeah, mom," I said, pulling away a moment. "Your own son licking your asshole." "And that's not the only thing you can do to it," she said suggestively, turning around, coming down to face me. "There's something I have to tell you, honey," she said, looking into my eyes, a touch troubled. "I want you inside me so much, in my cunt, my pussy. I want you to fuck your mother!" She took hold of my hand. "You know I told you how after this last guy, Steve, took off, I swore not to mix it up with men for a while?" she said. "Well, I was serious about that. So I stopped taking the pill, and I'm not on it now. Unless you happen to have a rubber with you, Jimmy, you can't fuck me, not until I get back on the pill again which, I promise, I'll do right away. I want to fuck you so bad, but I can't risk-- you know--" "Well, I don't have a rubber with me, mom." She smiled. "Actually I'm glad of that, because I've just been thinking of something else. You see how sensitive I am back there, in my ass. Well, how'd you like to fuck me up there instead, fuck me up the ass?" "Wait a minute, fuck you up the ass, mom?" I said, stunned. "Yeah, bury those beautiful eight inches of yours right up my butt," she said. "You've fucked chicks up there, haven't you?" "Sure, mom, lots of times." "So you like doing it that way?" "Yeah, I like it a lot, a whole lot." She smiled broadly. "Well good, then, because now you can screw your mother in the butt, okay?" "Okay, mom!" "Let me get something," she said, reaching into a dresser drawer, retrieving a tube of lubricant. She unscrewed the cap, squeezed some onto her fingertips, and then worked it back between her buns, turning around so I could see. "Here, Jimmy, you can watch your mother grease herself up, grease herself up for your big cock," she said as my eyes zeroed in like a set of lasers on the lewd sight. "Okay, I'm ready for you now," she said, wiping off the excess jelly with a tissue. What was going to happen now? Would mom get up on elbows and knees, sticking out her butt for me, expecting me to mount her like a hound dog mounts a bitch? That was the usual route when it came to ass-fucking. "I want to look at you, baby, I want to look at you while you fuck me," she said, grabbing a couple of pillows and wedging them under her buttocks as she stretched out, flexing her legs all the way back. "Get on top of me, like you were fucking my pussy." No, I guess I wasn't going to assault mom anally from behind, the usual way. Instead I knelt between her open legs as she reached to take my cock in her hand, guiding it down to her lubed and very exposed asshole, my target. And as I felt her rub the tip of my cock against her membranes, positioning it against her hole, she looked at me with eyes literally blazing with twisted, lustful desire, the desire of a sexually ignited woman in need of her own adult son and the taboo pleasures of his rigid cock. My Mom Needs Love "Oh, honey,"she purred softly. "You're about to bury it inside your mother's body, That is so absolutely thrilling!" My cockhead now wedged against her lubed anal entrance, I pushed in as she pushed out against my thrusts. Suddenly the barrier gave way, the sphincter relaxed, and my cock was engulfed by the warm, humid tightness of my mother's rectum! I was inside her, not inside her cunt as, earlier, I had expected to be, but inside her bottom! "Yes!!!" she howled. "Yessss!!!! Screw me, baby, drive it inside, deep!" As she wrapped her arms tightly around my body and I reached under her to grab hold of her buns, I started to fuck mom's ass in earnest, with deep, smooth relentless strokes. I'd fucked enough babes up the butt enough times, that I thought I'd acquired a real knack for it. Some babes like it up the ass, and some don't. The ones who don't, don't, and there's nothing more to say about it. But the ones who do, I've found, really like it, really get into it. There's something a little taboo about getting fucked up the ass, and combine that with getting fucked up the ass by your own son -- that makes a very, very potent mix. "In my ass, my ass!!!" mom shrieked, bucking upwards to take every last inch deep in her bowels. Suddenly she pushed me sideways, and rolled over so that she was on top, never disengaging, her rectum impaled on my stiff cock. "Now let me do the work, baby," she purred into my ear, rocking up and down on my cock as she squeezed it with her anal muscles and twisted her pelvis in a sort of figure-eight, overwhelming me with a flood of intense sensations. I couldn't believe how sexually alive mom was, how she moved, how attuned she was to my cock. It wasn't just that she was fucking my cock, it was more as though she were skillfully massaging it with the glove-like muscles of her rectal walls. And while she was doing all this she managed to drop a hand between her own legs, finding her pussy and going to work on it with a few free fingers. Looking down I could see a fingertip flickering over the raw, exposed surface of her clit, a swollen nub. "Oh God..." she panted, her eyes closing, a fine film of sweat forming on her skin, giving it a slick, satiny sheen. "Play with my breasts, Jimmy, please..." I took her tits in my hands, sucking the nipples, going from one to the other as her body began to tremble, then to quiver. "Oh Jimmy, oh Jimmy, oh Jimmy!!!" she gasped. "Oh baby! Baby! N-- n-- now! Your momma's going to c-- c-- cummm!!!!" Her whole body convulsed and she broke out in a sweat, gasping and panting, as an explosive orgasm tore through her body, my mother's body! My mom had just climaxed, climaxed while I was fucking her up the ass and chewing on her big, stiff nipples! She was breathless for a few moments, her head still thrashing sideways, the sweat still pouring. Then she looked at me. "Now you, baby, now you!" she panted, "Cum inside my ass, cum inside your mother's hot, tight ass!" My control is pretty good. When I need to hold back, I hold back. But when I'm ready to let go, I just release it. Which is what I now did with a few more thrusts into my mother's innards. "Yesssss!!!!" she howled, seeing the obvious signs on my face, squeezing me with her sphincter as my cock throbbed inside her, releasing a rich bounty of spunk into the dark depths of her bottom. "Oh sweetheart! You ejaculated inside me, you filled me with your essence!" she said, hugging me tightly, kissing me, her face glowing with joy and satisfaction. "I wanted that so much. When I realized, before, that we might be doing this, getting intimate, and I knew I wasn't on the pill and couldn't take you in my pussy, it made me feel so bad. But a few more weeks, baby, and I'll be on it again and then you can come inside the front, just like you came inside the back today, you can fuck your mother right and proper in her cunt!" "I can't wait, mom," I told her truthfully, though having just probed her rectal innards with every last one of my eight inches, I had no cause to complain. Finally I pulled it out of her, very slowly, and we just lay next to each other, talking and cuddling, both more than a little amazed by what had just transpired. I admitted to mom that I'd long lusted for her, but did everything to suppress those desires, knowing how taboo it was to even have them, let alone enact them, as we just did. "Taboos are made to be broken, I guess," she said with a sweet, playful smile. "And I've lusted for you, Jimmy. You know how I have a thing for young dudes. That's partly because of your dad, because he was so young the last time we were together. I never got over that. That's one reason I go for young guys. And you, Jimmy, I've had these fantasies about you also partly because you are your father's son, as close to Dennis as I could ever get."