10 comments/ 267949 views/ 65 favorites My Mother's Tears By: Mikelh I was in my last year of high school and graduation was only weeks away. It was a scorching day in the middle of May; temperatures were in the high nineties. Nothing was going on at school so my best friend Tommy and I decided to skip school and go to a porno flick in the city. This was before we had computers and at least the theater was air-conditioned, even if it was a bit musty. The film is as crisp in my mind as if I watched it yesterday…a yesterday years in the past. We went in near the end; that wasn’t exactly crucial as far as the plot was concerned. A busty mature woman was coming home late at night. She went to her room and stripped, revealing voluptuous curves; a body made for sex. She put on a bridal white nightgown that hid very little and went into a darkened room. The dim light revealed the sleeping figure of a naked young man. The woman sat on the bed and without waking the youth began licking his cock. As he hardened she took the knob into her mouth and began sucking in earnest. I found the scene arousing but when the dialogue began, I really came to attention. The guy slowly awoke and said, “Oh mom…I was waiting…I thought you’d never get here.” She said, “I’m sorry baby; I couldn’t get away but momma’s here now…here to take care of her boy” She took his cock back into her mouth as he reached to take off her white sheer covering. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing; I’d never seen a film that had incest in it and I’d never expected to see the fantasies that that played out dimly in the back of my mind, displayed in bright full color on a twenty-foot screen. I watched in rapt fascination as a mother lovingly sucked on her son’s cock. Her sounds were those of a woman who was turned on. She really seemed to be enjoying what she was doing. She had her fist around the base of the long cock and she bobbed continuously. She told him she was thinking about his cock all night long…thinking about sucking it…and fucking it. She laughed and said, “You know, you’ve made your mother a whore for this cock?” She pumped his cock until it was a rock hard pole and then the woman mounted her son. The camera shifted behind her and her round full ass was visible; his cock was swallowed time and again by her pussy and he reached behind her to get a finger into her ass. As she rode him, I identified completely. It was Maya up there and she was on top of me. I made Tommy sit through the whole thing again just so I could see that part once more. When we got out I asked him if he liked it and he said, “It was okay but the part about the mother and son was weird. I don’t think I could ever fuck my mom…but I could fuck yours.” We both laughed and I gave him a punch in the arm. I wasn’t sure how he would take it but I was bursting…and he was the only person I could possibly talk to about it. I let it out and said, “You know Tommy, sometimes I think I could also…do mine.” “Bobby…are you serious man?” “Yeah I’m serious…maybe I’m getting crazy but I see her walking around the house in a robe without a bra or panties and I see the shape of her tits and ass…that beautiful…you know she may not have tits as big as the mother in the movie but they’re big enough…and she’s prettier…don’t you think?” “Man, your mom’s good looking but…would you really…fuck her?” I didn’t answer but made a gesture and face that left him not sure…but I was sure. After that movie I came to admit to myself what I wanted. I spent the next few weeks on the edge of my usual reality. My mother’s name is Maya and I read somewhere that in some language that means illusion; it seemed apt because I was starting to have trouble distinguishing illusion from reality. Aside from my usual fantasies I was constantly thinking of ways to be in that movie with mom. It must have shown because she kept asking me why I seemed strange. I guess I was looking at her differently. I couldn’t help it. She would be sitting and reading and I would imagine myself walking up to her and putting my hand in her blouse. She would bend over in the kitchen and I could see my image pressed up against her ass from across the room. She’d put her finger to her lips and it became me caressed in her mouth. We lived alone and each night I thought of visiting her bedroom…to do what? I had very little idea. Finally I decided it was as a good a time to try whatever it was I was going to try. Had I considered if she would want me? Had I considered if she wanted me, would she let me? Had I considered that she might take a hammer to my head? No…no…and no. I wanted. I knocked on her door and she told me to come in. She was just coming out of her bathroom. She was dressed in jean shorts and a white tee shirt…the same ones I’d seen dozens of times but boy didn’t they look sexy that night. She must have spilled something on the tee because a small portion was wet where she had daubed water on it and her lacy bra showed through. I was breathing hard, thinking how stupid I probably was to risk ruining all the good things I had with the closest person in my life, but the flood of desire had inundated my reason. My thoughts were thick as molasses. I looked at her face. It was a face you could look at for years and never get tired of. An enigmatic smile always played around her lips betraying her complexity: kindness, sadness, and sex. I didn’t often go into her bedroom and she asked, “Is anything wrong honey?” I said I just wanted to talk. I was in trouble. I was getting hard just being in her bedroom with her. I fumbled my way by asking her the kind of question she likes to talk about. I said, “Mom do you think we choose love or love chooses us?” She was thoughtful and started to talk about all the different reasons why our emotions cloud our judgment about whom we want to be with. She ended up saying that I should probably think through whatever I was considering before rushing into it. My head was full of mush but I didn’t want to stop. Soon I got to where I was going. I told her that Tommy told me about a film he’d seen where a mother has a love affair with her son and I asked her, “Do you think that they could they be in love…like lovers?” She looked at me funny and said, “Well I guess…today anything is possible…if two people…” I’m not sure what I thought that meant but I took it the way I wanted to. I closed the gap between us. I invaded her space and kissed her, covering one of her breasts with my palm. She was frozen for a second and then pushed me off. “What the hell are you doing?” When I just stood and didn’t answer, she said it twice as loud, “What the hell are you doing?” I was doubly confused because I didn’t know what to say, and she had folded her arms under her breasts causing them to jut out at me. I was having trouble doing two things at once…looking, and thinking. I stammered, “I…I…I’m sorry…?” She gave a look that cut through steel, “I don’t care if you’re sorry…I want to know what…” She stopped herself and calmed a bit. “Okay, sit down…what is this all about?” She moved the notebook she must have been writing in toward the wall and we sat together on the edge of her bed. I told her the truth. I started with the movie and then it hit me as I said it…it wasn’t that I just wanted to have sex with her...it was a lot more. I said, “Mom, I don’t know how it could be…but I love you…and I wanted to love you like…mom, I know that a son isn’t supposed to want to have sex with his mother…but I look at you…and I do…I want to make love with you.” “Look honey…this is…you’re just going through a phase…you’re confused at your age…think about what you’re saying…touching your own mother…being inside her…listen to me baby…your going to find a nice young girl…let’s just forget about this because…” I broke in. “Mom, I’m not going to forget about it…I’ve been with young girls but you’re what I think about all the time now…I think about making love to you…it’s probably what I’ve always thought about…and it’s not going to go away…I’m sorry if I upset you…I won’t say anything anymore…but I know one thing…it’s not going away.” She didn’t say anything. She just got very quiet and thoughtful. After a while she seemed agitated and left. I sat alone for a moment and got up to leave. I noticed the notebook again. It was open to a poem she had been writing. I flipped through and saw there were dozens of them. From the open page a description leapt out at me, “...My dark lover with eyes of surprising light”… I wondered…I have dark hair and light eyes. The next stanza left me without doubt, “…his cherry tipped finger stirring my nipple…” My right forefinger has a red birthmark on it. Okay, I thought…maybe it could be about me but that doesn’t have to mean that it’s about her…but then again… It was awkward after that and I felt estranged. We had always been so close but after that incident she wasn’t the same. She still called me ‘honey’ and ‘sweetie’ but she didn’t touch me or smile much. I felt cold; I felt alone. My fantasies continued but they turned darker. I thought of my mother blindfolded and tied to the bed with her legs opened wide, knowing that she would be fucked at any given moment. I imagined her as my slave, ready to be had at my whim. I would order her down on her knees…I would make her spread herself so that both of her holes were available to me…my cock would stretch her and fill her holes with my thick meat. I wasn’t gentle and her tears didn’t move me. I usually couldn’t continue that fantasy for very long because no matter how good I thought it would feel to drive my cock into her, I would imagine Maya’s voice begging me to stop. That would make me shift gears; I didn’t want my mother to beg me to stop…I wanted her to beg me to keep going…keep making love to her…until she’d had all the pleasures imaginable…the pleasures of her son giving her what she needed…and wanted. Things deteriorated between us and we argued about stupid things; both of us were on edge most of the time. Finally mom sat me down for a talk. “Honey, this is not good. Both of us are in turmoil all the time…we have to resolve this. I think you’re a wonderful son and I love you very much…oh God…listen to me baby…we’re people and we have urges and desires…I understand what you’re going through. I’m a woman and you know…I haven’t been with a man in a long time. You’re a handsome boy and…women have urges too…I probably shouldn’t say this to you but maybe it would be easier for you if you knew something…I’ve had sexual thoughts about you even before you said anything…that’s probably what upset me more than anything…because maybe I’m the one who started you off on all this…damn…I don’t know anything anymore but we can’t just…” Her face started to get red and tears formed. I went to her and held her. I knew now that she was the woman in the poem and I began kissing her face. She responded by kissing mine. Soon our lips met and my mother’s warm tongue was in my mouth. She was making little moaning sounds as we kissed. I put my hand between her legs and she put hers between mine. I was holding my mother’s pussy and she was holding my cock…but not for long. Mom broke away with almost a scream of “NOOOO…” and ran out of the room. A moment later I heard the front door slam shut. I waited for her to return all night. At 4 A.M. she came in. Her eyes were swollen from crying and looked dazed. I knew she didn’t drink but when things got tough she had resorted to pills in the past. She had taken a lot of pills. I said, “Mom, I was worried…how could you go out at night by yourself and…” “Honey…” Her speech was slow but measured. “I’m sorry. I won’t do that again…I promise…and you have to promise. That’s one of the things I decided. We can’t run away from this…you’re my son and I’m your mother…we’re going to be in each other’s lives forever so we can’t run away…do you understand?” I was for anything that got us back to feeling good so I said, “sure mom…I love you and whatever you say is okay with me.” “Okay baby…I love you too…” She took a deep breath and said; “I also decided we have to understand this…and be sure not to rush into anything we’ll be sorry for…” She was almost slurring. “So we have to go slow…I don’t want to lose you…oh Robbie…that was the sweetest kiss…maybe if we hold each other at first…and just a kiss… I think that would be okay…if you want to.” Like I was about to refuse. “I would love that mom.” Her lips quivered a little and I guess I was nervous too but a few minutes later our tongues were playing again. My mother was a good kisser and we made out for along time. My hands stroked her back under the tee but I didn’t touch her breasts. After a while her breath quickened. Her hand slid down my chest and rested on my cock. I didn’t know if she expected me to do it or not, but my dick was straining in my pants and I took it out. When she saw it her eyes opened. “God…it’s big.” It even looked big to me…thick and hard for my mother. She took it in her hand and began massaging up and down the shaft…she told me how good it felt to touch. I had closed my eyes and when her hand released me I figured she had had enough for the first time. That was when I felt the soft warm wetness. Warm lips, warm mouth, warm tongue; my mother was sucking my cock. She had taken it into her mouth. She was having trouble because she had just bent over and was at an awkward angle. The head was very big and she couldn’t comfortably accommodate it. I could see the bulge it made on one side of her cheek. She took me out of her mouth and stood back up. She put her arms around me. “I’m sorry baby…I told myself I wouldn’t…I…” My mother was apologizing for sucking me. I was going to explode from wanting to throw her down on the floor and fill her pussy with my cock and then fill it with my cum…but I kept under control; I didn’t want to lose what we had started. I kissed her and told her how wonderful it was and then I surprisingly said the right thing for that moment. I said, “Mom…let’s stop here for now…we’ll take it one step at a time…we have our whole lives…and I love you.” She was so relieved she couldn’t stop kissing me. That night we began taking the first step. I had watched a late movie and mom had gone to bed but a few minutes after going to my room, mom came in and said, “Before we go to sleep…I just wanted to…” She gave me a lover’s kiss and left. A few nights later she said, “I’m going to bed honey, come to me in a while and say good night” In my mind, there was an unspoken understanding; I would come to her bed that night and make love to her. When I got to her room, she was dressed in expectation of a lover: perfumed, powdered and wearing her most provocative underwear. At first neither of us said a word; we just kissed. I didn’t touch her until she touched me. When she finally rested her hand on my rapidly swelling cock I undid her bra. Her breasts were beautifully formed cones and showed very little evidence of her age. There was a heaviness to them that made them feel even bigger than they were. I kissed and sucked on them, savoring the nipples that became erect as my tongue played and my teeth teased. She whimpered and I looked down between her legs where my cock ached to be. My hand slid over her belly and into the filmy panties. I could feel the moisture on my mother’s pussy and then the soft folds were slipping in and out from between my fingers. A juice covered finger slipped easily into my mother’s hole. “Ohhhh…” escaped her lips and I probed deeper into her center. I couldn’t wait to be in her. I knew she was wet enough but by her actions I realized that she wasn’t ready in all the other ways to have her son’s cock inside her. She went down on me. She took my cock into her mouth and wouldn’t release me. She sucked me with excitement and unflagging determination. It was all so fresh and exciting that I knew I couldn’t wait long before coming. I had had oral sex with a few other girls but I never came in their mouth. It didn’t matter to me before, but that night I wanted nothing more than to come in my mother’s mouth. I wanted my cum on my mother’s tongue and lips. Still, I expected my mother to pull back when I started to come; she didn’t. I let go with the first few jets and when Maya’s mouth stayed on me, it took me to another level. I pumped cum into her mouth until she couldn’t hold anymore and I watched rivulets of cream cross her lips and chin to her breasts. She was trying to catch her breath when the last jets shot to the back of her throat. She swallowed those and closed her eye’s laying her cheek on my cock saying, “Oh love…oh love…” Then she told me she loved me and sent me from her room. This became our ritual and unspoken rule – I could be in her mouth but not in her pussy. That went on for weeks and I would have thought that it would be enough…to come in my mother’s beautiful mouth that way…but it wasn’t…I wanted more. I started telling her how much I wanted her pussy…needed her pussy. Night after night I touched and fingered the opening that I wanted so much to fill until I couldn’t wait any longer. I was hard as stone and opened her resisting legs wide. I approached with my cock in my hand and as I was about to insert it…I hesitated…I stopped. My mother’s breasts were rising and falling as she fought for breath and then she said, “It’s okay baby…it’s okay…” I put the head of my cock against her opening and pushed. She didn’t say anything but her sounds betrayed the mixture of pleasure and anxiety. Inch by inch I made my way into my mother’s moist opening. She groaned as her pussy stretched and filled with my meat. It was so tight in her hole it felt like her fist was squeezing my cock. My mother was letting me and I was amazed at how much she wanted it. “OH God…oh sweetheart…you’re doing it to me…my baby…inside his momma…oh yes like that…like that…” Then it sounded like I was listening to her internal dialogue. “Oh God…I’m…doing it…I have my…Robbie…in me…my baby is…no…no…damn…don’t…stop…oh…oh…oh” I gave my mother almost the full length of my cock and she moaned loudly. She held my arms and urged me to turn. She sat over me, impaled, so she could control the amount of cock she took inside her. Her face grimaced and I saw that she was crying. My mother was loving what I was giving her so much it made her cry. I started losing control. The stimulus was just too much…being in my mother’s pussy, hearing her moaning…it was no longer a choice…the cum blasted into her pussy and must have stimulated her to orgasm because she started flexing up and yelling “OH…OH…OH…” When I thought I was done she squeezed one more time and an intense last spurt of cum sent a bolt of lightning through my balls and cock. My mother was sitting on me with tears now pouring down her cheeks. I hadn’t understood at all…she was saying, “NO…NO…NO…” She cried for what seemed an eternity no matter what I did or said. I felt terrible for her. I apologized but she kept saying it wasn’t my fault. I held her and when she quieted she said, “I love you Robert… but these terrible desires…I was taken over by all these…feelings…I wanted too much…I couldn’t stop myself…but it can’t be…it just can’t be…a mother can’t let her son…fuck her…she can’t…she can’t.” She dissolved into tears again. My mother was so conflicted with desire and anxiety that later that night we ended up replaying almost the same scene. I heard the TV going at three and came out to find her staring off while sitting on the couch. I sat by her and when she realized I was there she said, “Oh Robert I’m sorry if I woke you…I couldn’t sleep…Robert what we did…what I did…” I put my arm around her and she melted into me. “Robert…do you know how hard this is?” I knew how hard everything was. “I’m filled with all these feelings for you…you’re so beautiful to me…but…I can’t baby…I won’t be able to stop.” I told her I understood and kept my arm around her…soothing her with gentle strokes. My Mother's Tears Within minutes and without words she was kissing my chest and breathing hard. I couldn’t stop myself from reaching for her breast and fondling it. She didn’t stop me. I massaged her tit and held the nipple between my fingers over the filmy material of her nightdress. Soon after, she was kissing over my cock and mumbling “my baby…sweet baby…” Then I heard “Oh Robbie…it was so good in me…your beautiful big cock…I want you baby…oh…” Quickly she undid my pants and the knob was in her mouth. As she tortured the head of my cock with her lips and tongue, her hand moved around and up and down the shaft at the same time. She took more cock into her mouth and backed off when too much went to her throat. She worked slowly to take as much as she could. Her moans increased as I reached under the nylon between her legs and manipulated over her bare pussy. I found the clit under the hood and was surprised. It felt so much bigger than I expected. I didn’t have that much experience but I was sure the size of her nub wasn’t usual. As I fingered her, the cocksucking became louder and more animated. I said, “Oh mom…that feels so good...you’re sucking me so good mommy.” My mother stopped and gave me an almost pained expression. “Please baby…call me Maya…just call me Maya.” I told her how good she felt and that I loved her. I called her Maya and she took my cock back into her mouth. I wanted her to feel good. I would have done anything. I tried to do everything. I pulled out of her warm sucking mouth and I pushed her back on the couch. I went to her pussy with my mouth. I had never tasted her that way before and she resisted at first. “No baby…don’t make me feel like that…it’s too much…oh God…you shouldn’t.” In some way I felt as if she was saying that she didn’t deserve to feel good. I didn’t agree…and I wouldn’t stop. I took the big nub between my lips and began working it with my tongue. It was slippery and smooth. I pushed my tongue into all the corners where her folds fought to cover the sensitive button. I sucked the fleshy protrusion into my mouth and suckled on it as if it were a big nipple. My mother was making it difficult because she had begun thrashing. I stayed with it even when she bucked and continued the pulling and pressure on the source of her pleasure and release. I could feel her thighs begin to vibrate as she intermittently closed them on my face. I kept sucking her. She began a siren sound I had never heard and it continued building in intensity as she came. She shook and exhaled an almost mournful sigh as her orgasm ended. I kept on sucking. She held my head and said, “No, no, no…no more baby…too much…” I knew I’d have to get past the super-sensitivity she would feel after orgasm to bring her off again. I kept on sucking through her protests. Soon she began to build again. It was faster and more intense than the first time. She rocketed to the top and crested with a yell as she pulled my hair. She repeated “Oh my God…oh my God.” When it was done she looked at me, slowly shaking her head from side to side. At her lips was a soft smile, and at the corners of her eyes, once again, my mother’s tears. We lived in a limbo of love, lust, and confusion for almost six months when Maya came to me and said that we had to stop. She had been talking to a friend who had convinced her that the only way to come to terms with her dilemma was to first stop having sex with me. She thought it would be easier if she were away from me for a while. Maya scheduled a week’s vacation and left…it hurt to be without her. We spoke every night for hours and that probably made it even worse. She said, “You know Bobby, you’ll move on…which I know you should do…but still…it’s going to be hard for me when you find someone else…I just imagine you making love to a young woman…or getting married…and never touching me again…and…I can hardly stand it.” “Maya” I said, “that’s not what it’s like for me...I love you and I can’t imagine anyone wanting you the way I do now…I want to be in you all the time…and you’re what I’m always going to want…you’re the one…you’re the lover I want to be with…you’re the wife I want to have every night…it’s your body…your mouth…your pussy that I can’t do without.” The next day Maya came back home. The first thing she said to me was, “I don’t know any more now than I did before…and I don’t feel any better about what I’m doing, but I know that I can’t do without it…I need you too much.” That would be the scene where I carry her in my arms to the bedroom or we rip each other’s clothes off and do it on the floor, but that wasn’t the way it happened. We kissed for a long time; sweet unending languid kisses until both of our bodies were covered with them. It took an hour until the last piece of clothing was off and everything that could be licked, was. We walked into my mother’s bedroom. Maya did something I didn’t expect. She pasted her fingers with lubricant. She got on her knees and one elbow on the bed. I watched as she reached back with her free hand and greased the rosette between the rounded cheeks of her ass. She said, “I want this.” At that moment I wasn’t sure…did she want me to ‘punish’ her for her desires…and mine? Could I even fit into her that way? I soon had both answers. My cock was raging from all the foreplay and I approached her from behind. She reached back and with her slippery hand coated my cock. I entered my mother’s ass with less exertion than I thought would be needed. My mother let out a long “Ohhhh…” with the first entry, but she didn’t seem discomfited as the knob of my cock stretched her asshole open. When I passed the ring, it became easier for more of the shaft to travel into her narrow opening. It was tighter and hotter than being in her pussy and I was surprised at how different the sensations were. I worked my cock deeper into my mother’s ass and eased into the stroking. It felt amazing. As the hard rod made its way in and out, some of the grease gathered around my mother’s stretched pucker. I used my finger to spread it back. It felt good to touch the place where my cock was held by my mother’s asshole. I reached down a little farther to massage her pussy as I pushed deeper into her ass. I took hold of my mother’s hips and began pumping harder. I felt as if we were joined in a new way and I said, “You’re mine, aren’t you mom?” As I watched her distended hole taking me in, it constricted around the width of my cock and she answered with almost a cry, “Oh honey, I’ve always been yours.” I needed to hear more and I said, “Tell me mom, tell me that nobody is going to have you but me.” “Oh my sweet baby…nobody …nobody…your momma is just for you.” As my cock moved in and out of my mother’s ass I became insistent in my excitement. “Tell me mom…say the words…tell me that you won’t let anybody fuck you again…only me…only me.” With each repetition I sent my dick into my mother’s hole…harder and deeper each time. She was breathing harder and the words came out surrounded by air. “I promise love…I promise…nobody is going to fuck me but you…all for you…my mouth and my pussy and my ass…all for you baby…all for you.” The friction was building to a fiery intensity and I didn’t want to think about what it was doing to her; I just wanted to keep pumping. At that point something happened. The noises coming from my mother were not the same. She had been loud in the past but this was different. It was guttural, from the back of her throat and the depths of her being. I was about to come and she almost stopped me with her sounds until I realized that they came from pleasure and not pain. She said, “Oh God…I have to …I have to…Ohhhh…God…Bobby don’t stop…in my ass…baby…baby…yes, yes…Ohhhh…” My mother was coming…really coming. I heard it and I saw it. She was ejaculating. Cum was pouring from her pussy onto the bed. I couldn’t imagine what was happening…I didn’t know women could come like that. It was the most exciting thing I had ever witnessed. I recovered my stroke before I could even think that I was about to come, I started shooting into my mother’s ass. Cum poured from me as it had from her until her small channel was saturated and overflowing. When she finished coming, mom turned under me and held me in a fierce embrace. “Oh Bobby…that never happened to me before…at first I thought I had to pee and then…God…I started coming and…did you see it…it came out of me…like… a man…but that feeling…it felt so good baby…oh God what are you doing to me baby?” “I’m just loving you M…Maya…” I said…loving you…mom…mom…mom.” She kissed me so hard it hurt…a wonderful hurt. She said, “Yes baby…yes…your mom…your mom.” I kissed the tear that glistened in the corner of my mother’s eye…it tasted sweet. Things changed for us after that night. Slowly over time Maya came to accept that no matter how unconventional, we had the right to choose how we would live our lives. She was much more at peace with herself. Paradoxically, the direction we took was probably more conventional than not. We lived more like husband and wife than incestuous lovers. Mom sold real estate and together we bought, fixed up and re-sold properties. For five years I came home at night, had dinner and went to bed with my lover who happened to be my mother. Maya often told me that her day was often filled with thoughts of our nights. Although she remained shy about asking for things, she would call when we weren’t together and say something like, “I was fantasizing about being in the kitchen in my bra, panties and an apron and then ‘someone’ came up behind me while I was cooking and…” Naturally that night I’d find her in the kitchen half undressed. There’s something about a woman in that place and in that that condition that really raises my temperature and just about everything else that can be raised. She’d usually end up leaning over the small table and I’d take her doggy style, sinking into her pussy until we’d work ourselves up to a frenzied orgasm. We made up games; Maya liked “Invisible Bonds.” When it was my turn, she would make me lie on my back perfectly still and perfectly naked. I would have to pretend to be bound and immobile. She would then tease me until I desperately wanted to fuck her. She would use her tongue until my cock pointed to the ceiling. She would stay dressed and then take her tits out to tempt me to touch them. She knew how much I loved to play with them and she would dangle them over me, letting them touch my thighs or chest as she licked at my cock. She’d brush the nipples across my lips waiting for me to suck them into my mouth and lose the game. She almost always ‘won’ because after about five or ten minutes I’d have to move and jump her body. If I grabbed her I wasn’t supposed to ‘get any’ but she always laughed as I struggled to get my cock between her legs while she pretended to fight me off. Needless to say we always ended up fucking. We talked about everything, even things that couldn’t be. At about five one morning, Maya woke up and was evidently fretful. She got up and looked at something in one of her drawers and when she came back to bed she seemed relieved. I asked her what it was about and she told me she had dreamed she was pregnant and she went to check that she hadn’t missed a pill. I told her, “You know mom…I fantasized a few times about that. I wondered what it would be like to get you pregnant. I imagined your belly gently swelling with my baby inside you.” I touched her flat stomach and moved up to her breasts. “I can just imagine these filled with milk.” Her tit filled my hand and had a pleasant weight to it. I flicked the tip of her nipple with my tongue and then put it in my mouth. I pressured it between my teeth and my mother squealed a little. I began sucking one of her nipples as if I could extract the sweet fluid. The nipple puffed with my attention. “Maybe I think about it because it would make you belong to me even more.” “Oh honey…it makes me hot when you talk about it like that” she said, “but we don’t have to have a baby for me to be yours…I’m yours right now love…I do belong to you…I’ll always belong to you.” I kissed her eyes and told her, “I know mom…I know.” We were both ready. I slipped into her pussy and held her with very little movement until she started squirming. As I began the long even strokes into my mother’s pussy, she began musing in a faraway voice, “It’s so different when you’re in me this way love. I feel at peace…the whole day goes away and I can just float into feeling every inch of you…pushing the lips of my vagina…reaching along my channel into my belly…filling me…with your cock and with your love…and then when you’re in my…behind…the heat and pressure…it gets me insane and I come that crazy way…” She laughed and stretched her body up to meet mine…to swallow more of my cock into her pussy until I was in her up to the hilt so she could grind against me, trying to make contact with her big clit. I took her as my lover…when her man has her to possess her…I took her as my wife…when her husband has her to please her…I took her as my mother…when her son has her because neither of them can stop. As I released my cum into her, she was saying, “yours…yours baby…yours…” We made love and we had love but love is not an exact science and love hates order. Her name was Ginny Meadows and she was a teacher I had in high school, Chemistry of all things. She was interested in buying one of the houses we had for sale and I didn’t know it was she until we met at the site. We talked on the phone a few times and met a few times, theoretically to discuss the house, but the talk ended up far afield. Ginny sensed something about my mother and me living together and I didn’t dissuade her because I could see she was turned on by it. It finally came out when she asked me flat out, “Did you sleep with your mother?” We traded confidences and it turned out that Ginny had always been attracted to her younger brother but nothing had ever materialized between them. Ginny was about eight years older than I was and I could see her interest. I could feel mine too. Why would a person jeopardize a good thing…the cock wants...but why are we so stupid? The last time we met in the empty house, we both knew what we were there for. It was isolated enough that even though the sun poured in through the curtain-less picture window, we felt safe doing what we did in front of it on the hardwood floor. Two coats were our bed and Ginny’s legs opened to welcome the cock she so badly wanted. Only it soon became clear it wasn’t my cock that Ginny so badly wanted, it was her brother’s. She called me “Donnie” about ten times. “Do it Donnie…do it.” Fucking is fucking and it was far from bad but still I’d soon had enough of her instructions on what to call her (Sissy) and when to call her. (“Say it, say it…say it now, say it, say it…”) Finally I tried to turn her over and get something I was used to having some satisfaction with. She wasn’t expecting it where it went. She screamed ‘bloody blue murder’ and the debacle was soon over. She never did end up buying the house. I was never so happy that something didn’t work out but I wasn’t proud of what I had just done. I just wanted to go home. I expected my mother to be there but she wasn’t. I tried her cell but couldn’t get through and I left a message. I started to get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. What if she had come by that house as Ginny and I…what if one of our employees…? I waited for two hours and when the phone finally rang, it was mom. She’d been in an accident and was stuck in the hospital. She was okay except for being shaken up and some minor cuts and bruises. The trip to the hospital to pick her up was terrible. There she was…while there I was…on and on. I didn’t know how I could have felt worse. My heart beat out of my chest thinking about ‘you don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone’. When I got her home, I made her some tea and put her to bed. I watched her sleep all night. When she awoke in the morning and gave me a tender smile, my heart almost broke. I kissed her gently all over; I embraced every part of her with my lips and mouth. When I reached her pussy I asked her “Are you okay…do you want me to…?” She said, “I always want you to.” I licked her folds until I could taste the honey that dripped out of her. Her clit swelled as it became suffused with blood. I took the big nub into my mouth and lovingly stroked it with my tongue. Her knees come up and opened, leaving a beautiful picture I could only see in my mind. Her hands in my hair told me of her building excitement. My mother whimpered as I circled the sensitive area before painting it with the tip of my tongue. I could feel the response in the clit itself as she verged on orgasm. I could feel hands pulling me up to be inside her but I wanted her to come in my mouth. I pressured her clit in the way that usually took her over the top and she reflexively grasped two handfuls of my hair. I felt the tremble that signaled her orgasm; her hips flexed up and in a long exhale she called out, “baby…baby…baby…baby.” I thought she would sleep after that but my sucking her only whetted her appetite. She wanted more. She urged me up and I straddled over her. She put my cock between her tits and moved the soft flesh around the shaft. I could see the tips emerge. I took the two nipples and rolled them between my fingers as they elongated. I slid my cock toward my mother’s mouth and she willingly accepted it…she lovingly accepted it. I watched her tongue reach out of her mouth to massage the underside of my stiff column. Her lips caressed the knob with wet sucking sounds. I easily could have come in her mouth had I left my cock there for a few more seconds, but at that point, I pulled back. I embraced her and kissed her as if it was the first time. I held her and loved her. The feel of her skin at every point it met mine was like silk. I loved her more at that moment than I would have thought possible. I entered her pussy to join her as much as to fuck her. There was a part of me that always knew that somehow I would be there: inside my mother’s pussy, loving her and taking her in that way. My cock fit her and filled her. We were complete. She felt it as much as I did. She said, “No one will ever love me but you Bobby…nobody could…all for you Bobby…make me come the way you do Bobby…make momma come…” I knew what she wanted. Every time she had ejaculated I had been in her ass. I pulled out of her and my cock was shiny with the syrup from my mother’s pussy. She turned over raising the perfect rounded globes of her ass and spreading them anxiously with her hands. I didn’t keep her waiting. I was slick enough to gain entry into her waiting tight hole. I penetrated with down-reaching thrusts into the recesses of the hot channel and my mother responded with deep intakes of breath while urging me on, “Yes love…like that… deep in my ass…yes.” She turned to me with a wonderful smile that betrayed her incredulity, “Oh honey how could it feel this good? No matter how many times you do it to me like this…filling my ass until I think I can’t take another inch and then I…I…Oh God…I…yes…yes baby…make me come…make momma come.” I gave my mother my whole cock until my balls made contact with the smooth round flesh. I held her hips and after a few quick stokes, she began ejaculating. I had seen it a few times by then but it never ceased to amaze me: watching my mother in complete abandon with cum pouring from her pussy, almost screaming, “Yes baby…God yes…OH…OH…OH…” I reached to rub her soaked pussy and clit, as much to increase her pleasure as to have the cum - juice that was coming out of her on my fingers. I couldn’t believe I could make my mother cum like that, no matter how many times it happened. She heaved and bucked as I fucked her through the seemingly unending orgasm until we were both spent and exhausted. My Mother's Tears I had seen it a few times by then but it never ceased to amaze me: watching my mother in complete abandon with cum pouring from her pussy, almost screaming, “Yes baby…God yes…OH…OH…OH…” I reached to rub her soaked pussy and clit, as much to increase her pleasure as to have the cum - juice that was coming out of her on my fingers. I couldn’t believe I could make my mother cum like that, no matter how many times it happened. She heaved and bucked as I fucked her through the seemingly unending orgasm until her ass was filled with my thick cum and we were both spent and exhausted. As we lay together, a shadowy fear slowly overwhelmed me. What if I had lost her? What if she had…I didn’t even want to think the words. I knew that any hope for happiness was next to me in bed and I grabbed her in a fierce embrace. I whispered to her “Don’t ever go mom…don’t ever leave…” She knew what I didn’t say and with great tenderness she answered, “I’m here baby…with you…always…I need you and I need this…” She covered my cock with her hand and smiled, placing a few feather-light kisses on my cheeks as I felt the first drop of my mother’s loving tears.