20 comments/ 240417 views/ 50 favorites Sleeping with Mom By: sammy_kind It had been snowing heavily for the last few hours but now it was getting worse. We decided to pull in at a service area for a break when we saw the overhead sign saying that the motorway was closed ahead. Mum suggested we get rooms in the hotel and continue up the road tomorrow. I wasn't too keen on the idea because I really wanted to get home that night and hated motorway hotels. To make matters worse there was only one room still available, as it seemed we were one of the last few to have pulled over for the night. It was a double room so that put paid to my idea of watching TV till the early hours. I also had severe misgivings about sleeping in a bed with mum- that was just too weird. We went for some food in the service area but most of it was closed so we ended up settling for some warmed up paninis and tea. Then it was up to the room and into bed. I was the first into bed and lay there watching TV while mum took off her makeup in the bathroom and got changed. She came back into the bedroom wearing a short white nightie that ended just below her crotch. The bottom 3 inches was made of lace. I'd caught glimpses of her wearing it at home and had seen one of my first glimpses of female pubic hair through the lace hem. I guessed that she hadn't been expecting to be sleeping in the same room as her son when she'd packed. She got into bed beside me and watched a few minutes of TV with me before asking how I was getting on at work- I'd been promoted recently and was both pleased and stressed about it. I felt a bit uncomfortable sitting talking to my mum in bed and was glad when she said she was going to go to sleep. She leaned over to kiss me, I offered her my cheek, and then she turned over to go to sleep. I watched TV for a couple of minutes more and then turned it off before turning on my side and trying to go to sleep. I couldn't sleep because it felt so strange being in bed with mum. Mum had been the first naked woman that I'd seen. As I grew up these sightings became less frequent but hadn't stopped altogether. Mum used to invite me into her room to talk to her after work while she got changed. I hadn't seen her naked for some time but had seen her in her underwear and some of her lingerie. She often wore black or white lace knickers with a satin back. I particularly liked the white ones because I could see her dark pubic hair through them. A particular treat was when she wore stockings and suspenders though. She would take off her blouse and put on a jersey or t-shirt and I'd get to see her lacy bra. She was well endowed, which I didn't really like so much (I grew up to like girls with smaller, firmer breasts) but I really enjoyed catching a glimpse of her nipples through the lacy fabric all the same. Then, still standing, she would take off her skirt and start unhooking the suspender clasps from her stockings. I loved the way the straps ran down the side of her legs and the way her belly curved back between her legs and under her knickers. When I was older I wondered if she got a kick out of my reactions. I was always very careful not to seem overly interested but now I doubted I had been fooling anyone. From about the age of 18 I had started fantasising about mum. All the other fantasies were getting old by that time. I remember feeling a bit guilty at first but after a while that disappeared and the fantasies got dirtier. By the age of 19 I frequently fantasised about having anal with mum, who would be wearing suspenders, Basques, French knickers, body suits and any other lingerie I could dream up. Naturally I was worried that I would wake up with an erection, which was a frequent occurrence, or that I would say or do something in my sleep that would give my fantasies away. Mum couldn't sleep either, it seemed, and got up to get her magazine from her suitcase. I turned over to see what she was doing and watched her bottom as she bent over to fish around in the bag. The hem of her nightie rode up and I could see the back of her white satin knickers. One side hooked a little round her left buttock. While I wasn't so keen on her chest I loved her bottom. She was a curvy woman of 39. Her torso was lovely and slim with a little, inevitable padding around her stomach and a fraction more than there used to be on her hips. Neither made any difference and the extra little bit of weight on her hips was more of a turn on for me. It turned out I sought out girlfriends who had full, curvy bottoms like mum. On her way back to bed I asked her if she was okay and she said that she couldn't sleep. She climbed back into bed and while her eyes were on the sheets I looked at her breasts and the lace that came down to her nipples. I could see them through the material. I didn't look away quickly enough and mum caught me looking. Neither of us said anything and I wondered if she would be annoyed or if she'd feel uncomfortable and resentful but she leaned across and kissed me goodnight again. Feeling relieved I fell asleep while she sat and read. At one point I woke up feeling hot. During the night I had turned over onto my back and was lying against mum's side. It felt nice and comfortable, despite my worries about fantasising about my mum. I thought it better to put some distance between us all the same and rolled over onto my side. Mum stirred, murmured, rolled towards me and onto her side and put her arm loosely over my waist. She murmured again and fell asleep. I was much more awake now and it took me a few minutes to fall asleep again. I didn't want to be seen to jump away from her because I thought that would make her wonder why. I woke up again sweating and feeling a bit uncomfortable. Mum and I were now lying facing each other. We were lying on our sides and mum's forehead had been pressed against my cheek, which was hot and sweaty. It was no wonder, as the duvet was pulled up past my chin and over most of her head. The forearms of the arms that were resting on the bed were touching. My upper hand was resting on the curve of mum's waist and my upper (left) leg was pushed right up between her legs and into her crotch, so far so that my knee made a right angle. I'd have been more horrified if mum's feet and ankles weren't crossed and holding onto the foot and ankle of the leg that was between hers. The knuckles of her upper hand (right) were resting on my stomach just above my belly button. It felt intensely hot lying like this but it felt really nice in a sexual way. It felt like I was lying with a girlfriend rather than my mum. At that point I realised that I had an erection and that it was pressed against mum's hip and belly. The first thought through my head was that I had to move before mum woke up and noticed that her son's erect penis was pushed up against her. I was too busy blaming myself to even wonder why we ended up in this position. I just thought that she probably thought she was cuddled up with Mark, her boyfriend, and would be horrified and then angry to wake up like this with her pervert son. I pulled my crotch back a little but was still touching her in a very obvious way with my penis when she stirred. I didn't think she'd woken up completely but, as I found out later, she had realised she was feeling a bit aroused, wondered if I could feel that she was wet, felt guilty and realised that we were lying in a very intimate position and that my erection was pressed against her. Later she told me that she'd pretended to be half asleep while she took stock and gauged my reaction, as through half closed eyes, she'd seen that I was awake. She murmured, my heart beat overtime, and then opened her eyes a little. I thought she must have been half asleep still as she hadn't sprung apart at the feel of my penis sticking into her. I groaned a bit and rolled over a little onto my back, which stopped my penis touching her. She murmured something and asked what time it was. Pretending to be virtually asleep I muttered that I didn't know. To my surprise she rolled towards me and onto her side and supported herself by putting her right leg onto my lower belly, which meant it was lying right across my erection. She lay her right arm across my chest and pushed her nose and lips against the side of my cheek just below my ear. I could feel her warm breath on my ear and neck. I thought I was busted and that it was only seconds before she realised what was going on and the outrage began. The seconds passed and there was nothing. She seemed to stretch a bit and then reached out her hand further across my chest to pull my closer in a hug. At the same time she gave me a sleepy kiss where my jaw and ear met and then she gave me another one. Then, still with her leg across my penis, she lifted her head to look at her watch and announced it was three o'clock. She put her head down on my chest and squeezed me again. I couldn't really comprehend what was going on. Mum was clearly awake and compos mentis and to my amazement she wasn't angry or scrambling out of bed. Involuntarily my penis twitched and it felt like it had got harder still. Mum moved her leg down a little but just a fraction, as it still lay right across my erection. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye thinking that she must be far sleepier than I realised. She wasn't. Her eyes were wide open and she looked straight into mine as I glanced at her. I quickly looked away. She nuzzled my neck again with her nose and lips and then asked if I was okay. Not knowing what to say I said that I was a bit hot and instantly feared that she might move off or away from me. My penis twitched again and I knew she must have felt it moving. She agreed that it was hot and pulled the covers down to my sternum. After a second she said that it felt a little cooler now and went on to thank me for being such a support at her uncle's funeral (the reason we had been away). I risked turning my head to look down into her face and found hers looking right up into mine. She thanked me again, squeezed me and lifted her lips up to kiss mine. It was a sisterly kiss but we hadn't kissed on the lips for years. Gradually I began to think that mum might be enjoying this in the same way I was. Then she arched her back and stretched. Her leg slid down to the middle of my thighs and she lifted her head and shoulders up off the bed to look at the light coming round the side of the window. Instead of getting out of bed she raised my arm, pulled it out and a little to the side and lay down on top of it. She told me she wanted me to cuddle her and I didn't need any encouragement. She then lay her leg back across my, still erect, penis and lay back down on her side. My arm was at a bit of an awkward angle and mum's weight on it was sore and wouldn't get any better. I didn't want to complain so I pulled her closer, which pressed her breasts and crotch against my side. That was marvellous. I could feel the heat that was coming from between her legs and was at the point where I was beginning to accept that it was because she was aroused too. Getting braver I ran my hand down her side to the small of her back and where her hips began to rise. She took her hand off my chest and put it on the hand on her hip. Initially I thought I'd gone too far and she was going to move my hand back upwards but she gave it a gentle squeeze and snuggled in against me. Encouraged I moved my hand down further onto her bottom she ran hers over my chest and stomach, stroking them in big circles and occasionally squeezing. She raised her chin to me and, realising she wanted to kiss, I lowered my head and we kissed again. This time we lingered, parted, and lingered again- nothing sisterly about it this time as she gently sucked my bottom lip between hers. My hand was now exploring her bottom freely. It glided over the silky night dress and lifted the lace hem to expose her knickers. I ran my hand over her womanly hips and then down the small of her back and down into her knickers. I was wide awake and couldn't believe that mum and I were lying in bed and exploring the other's bodies. I didn't want it to end and worried about that but, surprisingly, being in bed with mum like this felt very natural. It was exciting and new, as it is when you're in bed with someone for the first time but it felt familiar and relaxed at the same time. Sleeping with Mom Each character involved in this story is 18 years old or above. ***** My heart is pounding remembering the last night incident, I was sleeping with my mom (you must be wondering, in India its normal to sleep with our mom, most boys stop sleeping with their mom after sometime, but some do.)while sleeping my hands accidentally got on her boobs and instead of removing it I kept it there, I liked the softness of her boobs and I could feel the heat emanating through her blouse, my heart was booming out of excitement I just kept my hand there after sometimes I fell asleep like that. I woke up early in morning, mom was still sleeping. The excitement from the night was still there so I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to relieve myself after peeing I got to my bed mom was sleeping on her side she was wearing a sari which has come loose around her waist and I could see her pink petticoat, her blouse was covered with the apron of the sari. I got in the bed behind her and put my right hand on her waist and I started sliding hand down her sari slowly, the sari was now around her knees and the only thing covering her was her petticoat, I thought to untie the knot fastening her petticoat but her knot was in the front, so to turn her around I slid my legs on her thighs, I was pretending to snore all the time so even if she would wake she would think her clothes has slid accidentally. So, I applied pressure on her thighs hoping she would turn, but she woke up and sat down on the bed, I thought I am busted, I shut my eyes and began snoring, she murmured something got down from the bed adjusted her sari and went out. I was feeling scared that she would confront me regarding the incident, but she seemed normal at the breakfast, she had changed and was wearing a green sari and green blouse. After having breakfast I went to college, the whole time I was thinking about the last night incident and I was very eagerly waiting for tonight, time seemed moving very slowly, after waiting for like eternity finally the bell rung, I rushed out of the classroom .I went home mom was watching TV. "Is that you Ravi?" Mom asked from the drawing room. "Yes Mom, what have you made for the dinner." I asked. "There's some rice in the fridge and some vegetables in the kitchen and Mohit had called."Mom shouted from the hall. I thought it would be better if I call Mohit first, so I went to my room and called Mohit he asked if he could come over to my house, I knew he is just asking to come over to see my Mom, each of my friend drools over my mom but no one says anything, its not their fault mom is such a beauty even at 36,she has 34D breasts, curved luscious hips but the thing I like most is her beautiful face, she is fair complexioned has black hair which she always keeps open as she mostly remains in home. Mohit is my uncle's son, they live nearby, Mohit always liked my mom, the only reason he wanted to hangout with me was Mom. I told him to come that we would play some videogame together, he came after sometimes said hello to my mom and reluctantly walked with me to my room he kept pressing me to watch TV I knew his intentions so I replied negatively after playing sometimes he said he is going to his house. After dinner we watched some TV together there was a horror movie playing on the TV which I had watched so I said goodnight to my mom and went to sleep hoping she would also come after sometimes a she was afraid to watch horror movies alone, waiting for her I fell asleep. I woke up around 1am, Mom was sleeping soundly, she was wearing a green sari and a matching blouse, she was sleeping on her side facing opposite of me her ass was towards me so slowly I put my hand on her waist and began pulling her sari out so to loosen it after pulling around for a bit I succeeded and I could see her green petticoat, luckily she had tied the knot on her side I was easily able to untie her petticoat, I began tugging her sari down and succeeded in pushing the sari around her knees. My heart was pounding very heavily, I gathered some strength and began untying the knot of the petticoat after fiddling for a while finally I succeeded in untying the knot, whole time my heart was thumping very loudly adrenaline was flowing through my veins out of excitement and fear that she might wake up. Slowly I pulled her petticoat down the curve of her waist. Her naked side of hips was now visible to me, I began pulling further she moved a in her sleep. I got panicked and pulled my hand off her and began pretending that I was sleeping. After a while I checked if she was asleep again she was sleeping very soundly I could tell it from her face, so I tugged the petticoat down, now her naked ass crack was visible to me, I took some time to admire her crack then pulled the petticoat all the way down to her knees where her sari was gathered. Her luscious ass was bare before my eyes but as it was dark and a very little light was coming from the window i couldn't see much but I was awestruck by the naked site before me her ass was full and curvy, as I touched her ass, all of a sudden she moved muttering something I rolled to my side and shut my eyes. Mom got up tied her sari back and she was gone. I am busted for sure, I was filled with guilt and the fear of confrontation I would get tomorrow, filled me with fear, somehow I felt asleep hoping somehow she would think her clothes was disheveled by accident. I woke up next day filled with guilt went to the drawing room hoping she wouldn't be pissed at me, she was making breakfast and she was singing her favorite song I was relieved that she was cheerful. "Good morning Ravi." She said while singing. "Good morning mom." I replied. "You sleep so badly you move a lot while sleeping, last night you undid my sari last night." She said while rolling chapattis. I was like a deer caught in the headlight; I just stood there not able to speak anything. "Sorry Mom, because of playing I get tired that's why I move a lot at night, I will try not to move so much tonight," I tried to sound innocent. She asked me to sit on the table for breakfast, she was wearing a red sari and she had hair tied, she wore a low cut blouse so I could see lot of her cleavage while she was serving me breakfast, but I was waiting for the night. Whole day went eventless at night we ate and mom went to bed very early, after a while I followed her when I entered the room mom was stripping her sari, she said her sari would get wrinkled if she sleeps with me in it. She had stripped her sari she was now in her red petticoat and blouse, she had her hair tied, and she looked so hot like this. There was already a sexual tension created in the room , we got in the bed the moment I fell on the bed, I fell asleep, in night I felt mom tugging me like she was trying to wake me up, I moved a bit and she got still. I got excited thinking that she was inviting me to touch her, she was sleeping on her side again facing away from me but her knot was tugged to her underside so I began lifting her petticoat up as it was a nylon material it slid up without any difficulty. In a swift tug I lifted her whole petticoat around her waist as the material came from under her waist I found that her knot was already untied, now it was very easy for me so I lifted and gathered her petticoat up on her belly. She was naked waist down. I switched on the table lamp beside me, I could see her luscious ass in all its glory she had shut her ass crack tightly so I knew she was awake. I slid my hands to her waist and began rubbing the sides of her ass I wanted to see her asshole, my cock felt like it would break anytime. I grabbed her cheek and began kneading it slowly after a while she relaxed, I began tugging at her side so to get her on the belly after some effort she turned down her naked ass facing the ceiling. I had full access to her ass now so I began sliding my finger up and down her ass crack, I wanted to see her anus so I got up quietly and got above her ass keeping my legs on both her side, I spread her ass cheeks apart so now I could see her puckered rosy anus and I could see a bit of her tight pussy there was some hair on her peritoneum region and soft brown hairs around her anus. I bent down and sniffed her asshole, a musky inviting aroma was coming from her cute anus so I took out my tongue and touched her anus she moved a little as in approval, I began kissing on her anus, after kissing for sometimes I inserted my tongue in her anus and began making fucking motion with my tongue furiously she started writhing under me. I got up and inserted my middle finger up her ass but she was very tight I wasn't able to get my finger in her ass so I bent down and spit on her asshole now my finger slid easily in her ass. I began fingering her ass. 'uunngghhhhhh...' she began moaning and I increased my speed, after fingering for some time, I unzipped my pants she heard the sound and got alarmed she started getting up so I got down on the bed and turned to other side she got up panting, she was naked waist down, she gathered her clothes and went out of the room. I was still horny and excited beyond limits, I got up to go to bathroom to relieve myself, as I neared the bathroom I heard a low moan coming from the bathroom, Mom was masturbating, I was shocked, I thought she ran from the room because she felt guilty. I got on the bed and tried to sleep. "Ravi, wake up, its 8, you have to go to college." Mom was shouting from the drawing room. "Mom, why didn't you wake me early, my first subject would already be going on." I replied. I didn't want to go to college as it was already very late. "Okay, come down for breakfast then." "Okay Mom coming." Mom was sitting on the sofa, she was dressed in her red sari and red blouse she had red lipstick on her, she looked so sexy that I wanted to eat her, I couldn't believe this was the woman that I touched last night. she was so out of my league, here I am a average male and I am not even blessed in that department, I have a 5' penis although its thick but compared to Mohit's 7 its nothing and there she is so beautiful with her Yami gutam face, flawless skin, black jet hair, so full lips, at 5"6 she is tall for an average Indian female. "Baby, you didn't stop moving, you undid my petticoat last night, and you move your head a lot too ." Mom said. I couldn't understand, what was her intention in bringing out that subject as she also was actively participating. "I am sorry mom, no matter what I do I can't stop moving." I said hiding my grin, if she want to play let it be so. "Be careful today, I can get hurt if you keep on moving like this." She said mischievously. "Okay Mom I will be careful today." We ate breakfast together, then mom went to meet her friend and I called Mohit to play some video game together. "Where is aunt Shobha?" Mohit asked. "Mom has gone to meet Mrs. Shalini, why." I knew why he was asking. "My parents are going to nana's, so I wanted to ask her if I could stay over for tonight." He replied. Shit, he is going to ruin today's night, if he wasn't my cousin I would have replied negatively right away, but the decision was not mine. Mom came home few hours later, she looked not much happy either. She began cooking after a while we all sat together to eat. We spent whole evening playing videogames, he was no match to me, he is passive and remains indulged in studies, I save his ass at college from the bullies. "Boys come down for the dinner." She called from the kitchen. Our house is not so large, we have four rooms upstairs, Mom has occupied two rooms in one she keeps her yoga stuff and some gym equipment and in other she keeps for her hobby embroidery, the third room is occupied by me for videogame and other stuffs and the fourth room we sleep. And downstairs we have a room which mom has converted into storeroom, our drawing area is large with sofa and a 55' TV placed in the middle and the kitchen. "How will we sleep." Mom asked at dining table. "Mohit can sleep on sofa, mom." I replied "Yes, aunty I can sleep on sofa." The devil said innocently. "Don't be ridiculous Mohit, it's your home too, you won't sleep on sofa, and the bed is big enough we can all adjust." Mom said. After dinner mom went straight to bed, we stayed to watch TV, Mohit looked very excited and I knew the reason for his excitement. After half n hour he went to sleep too. I wanted to go to the bed late as they would be sleeping and I would get to touch her. After two hours I went to my room slowly cautious not to wake them up, as I reached near the door I was shocked to see the site before me, Mohit was massaging her boobs through her blouse, Mom was on her back, she was wearing the same sari she wore in day, her apron has slid down exposing her blouse. I stayed there I wanted to see how far does he advances on her and how far mom let him, I knew Mom was awake as I saw her eyelids flickering, I moved a little back out of there site. Mohit slipped his right hand under her blouse but he wasn't able to grasp her boobs as her blouse was tight, so he pulled his hand out and he began unbuttoning her blouse watching her face for any reaction, but mom was very well at hiding her emotions, he undid all her buttons and slowly peeled the covering exposing her naked breast to the air, he admired her breast for a while then took hold of her left breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers. I was aroused to see another man playing with her, so I took out my cock and began rubbing it, Mohit sat on the bed and took mom's nipple in his mouth, mom moved a little but I could see he was way past to maintain any inhibition now, he began sucking furiously while mauling her right breast with his left hand, and he switched to the other breast kissing it all around. I began masturbating hard; I moaned almost giving myself away, Mohit got cautious he got up from the bed to watch if I was coming, so I moved behind the wall, after making sure no one was there, he climbed on the bed holding mom, he sat on the bed looked at moms face for a while then he slowly started lifting her sari he lifted it till her mid thigh. I ejaculated in my hands; I didn't want him to advance any further so I got downstairs washed myself and I climbed stairs with loud thump, I didn't want to embarrass him. He was sleeping on his side as I went inside the room, mom's blouse was done but the apron was still on her waist and her sari was still on her thighs. I got on the bed between Mom and Mohit and I waited for Mohit to sleep, waiting for Mohit to sleep I fell asleep too; I was woken around 3 am by the tugging from Mom. Her sari was still on her thighs and she was lying on her back. Mohit was snoring so I slid my hand on her thighs. I began moving my hands up and down her legs feeling the smoothness of her thighs, I slid my hand further north at the juncture of her two legs, it felt so hot and the dampness was making me mad, I slid my hand further up, but instead of her pussy I was on her mound covered with curly pubic hairs, I felt sexy too, I started rotating my fingers in her hair feeling the hotness emanating from her pussy. I put all five fingers in her pubic hair and slowly caressed her mound, she giggled from the tickling sensation, she spread her thighs a little, I accepted her invitation and slid my hand down on the forbidden place of my mother, I could feel her swollen lips, I rubbed her lips with my palm, she moved a little adjusting herself in my hands. All of a sudden Mohit sat up on the bed; I pulled my hand away from her sari with a jerk and shut my eyes. He got up and went out of the room. Mom adjusted her sari and rolled to her side away from me. In the morning Mom made us breakfast; we headed out for the college. "I know what you did last night." Mohit said to me sheepishly, I was awestruck, does he not know anything about not breaking the charade. "I know too what you did last night." It was so good to see his shocked face. "Ravi, I am so sorry, if you will keep m secret safe I will too." Mohit said. "Okay." "Aunt is so hot, I couldn't stop myself." He said again making the conversation weirder. "Can we not discuss about my mom's hotness." "We should make a sleeping plan, as I am staying two more night, I'll sleep today, you sleep tomorrow." He blurted out, I was shocked to see his brazenness, I wanted to slap him right away but I controlled myself. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, DICKHEAD, if you say anything else I am going to kick your ass." I shouted at him, many of the passerby's stopped to look at us. "Okay fine I will not say anything else." He replied taken back by my assault. "Hey, look I am sorry, you do what you have to do until Mom doesn't stop you its fine by me, but don't ever discuss it with me." I said trying to sound soft. We parted to our respective classes. Whole time passed by thinking about Mom as bell rung, I sprang out of the classroom to avoid going home with Mohit. I entered the house and was shocked to see Mohit was sitting on the sofa conversing with Mom. Mom was in her green sari and a low-cut blouse, her boobs were spilling out of the blouse and Mohit was feasting on it, oblivious (or not-so-oblivious) to Mom. "Come and sit here baby." mom said looking at me. "Okay Mom." So I sat beside Mohit on the sofa. "Mohit, will you be a darling and massage my shoulders for me." Mom asked Mohit with a slight grin. Mohit jumped up at the invitation, he began kneading her shoulders with both hands, mom closed her eyes, and Mohit lifted his hand and put it above her exposed breast, keeping his hands in the air he looked at me. "I will kill you." I mouthed at him. "You said I can touch her, if she doesn't objects." He mouthed back at me. "Not now." "You didn't mention the time." And with this he put his hands on her bare skin above her blouse; mom is going to slap him for sure, I thought but to my surprise mom didn't even moved. Grinning at me he began rotating his hands above her boobs, my cock was standing as hell and it was bent as I was sitting on the sofa, so I straightened my cock forgetting that he could see me. I realized he can see me I looked up and saw now he had his hands full on her breasts squeezing it lightly. WHAT THE FUCK. They're cuckolding me. What happened after Mohit got from school, I wondered. Mohit was squeezing her breasts, mashing her breast together, I was entranced to see the site before me, fuck, my cousin is squeezing my Mom's boobs and she is letting him do it. Mohit unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse exposing her deep cleavage to my eyes. Have they gone mad, I had my doubts on Mohit but Mom, this is crazy but instead of freaking out I was feeling jealous. He unbuttoned the remaining buttons of her blouse and pulled the covering to both side on her arms exposing her delicious boobs to the air, this was the first time I saw her breast so openly, her breast was round, firm making a very sexy curve with pinkish nipples jutting out, I was like seeing her in HD I could even make out the pore of her nipples and the small bulges of her areola. Mohit pinched her nipples between his fingers making her flinch, he began squeezing her breasts vigorously he bent down and kissed her right nipple. "THANKS, Mohit, that was so sweet of you." Mom said buttoning her blouse up, I turned towards TV. Mohit was grinning wide at me like he was acknowledging my defeat. ----- We ate dinner in silence, I sat to watch some TV, I thought Mom would join me too but she left for the Bedroom, Mohit following soon behind her, so I decided to go as well. As I entered the room mom was stripping her sari, she was now in her petticoat and blouse. Sleeping with Mom "You boys wrinkle my sari, so I am not going to let you ruin my sari." Mohit had occupied the middle of the bed, so I was pushed on one side of the bed. Mom got on other side of Mohit; I wanted to kick him out of my house. It wasn't even 10 min he began fondling her breast, I wondered how far would he go with this speed. I resigned myself to sleep. I woke up at the night, Mohit was sleeping on his side, mom was sleeping too her naked breasts standing out from her unbuttoned blouse, I got up from the bed and stood beside mom. I was excited from the today's event and I had a raging hardon so I took out my 5' inch cock nudged it on her lips prodding here my cock touched her teeth, the site of her lips parted by my cock looked very hot, with the other hand I began squeezing her naked breast. She wouldn't open her mouth to let me in. I was pushing my erect cock on her clenched teeth, indicating her to let me in, but she didn't open her mouth. I pulled out my cock from in-between her lips , and I started pushing her sari up, I was going to fuck her silly, I climbed above her after I pulled her sari and petticoat around her waist, to my surprise she was wearing a panty. After everything pulling he panties was no big deal, but as I hooked my fingers in her waistband to pull the panty down she rolled to her side again when I tried to remove her panties she rolled. She wouldn't let me fuck her mouth neither would she let me fuck her, then it dawned upon me - oh, no fucking, I can touch her but I can't penetrate her. And I knew Mohit hasn't fucked her yet, I was relieved by this information but I was horny still and wanted to fuck something, it suddenly hit me, her Boobs, I can fuck her boobs. I sat upon her belly, pressed her breast together leaving a small gap between and slid my cock inside it, I began making to and fro motion in her tits, tittyfucking her felt like heaven, my movement was making a slurping sound and I was afraid Mohit would wake up, I wondered how mom was able to compose herself against this assault. I loved the jiggling of her breast when I thrusted upwards, I came very hard sending my cum on her chin, her neck and her boobs . I was afraid she would get mad at me so I cleaned her and buttoned her blouse. Mom's eyes were shut but I knew she was awake. -------- "Ravi wake up, today is Buddha Purnima , we are going to river," mom was yelling from drawing room, Mom goes to river alone, she never took me with her before, the only plus point for me was I could see girls changing their clothes, as there is no changing place near it. "Coming Mom." I replied hopping out of the bed. River Ganges was about a kilometer from our home, so we headed by foot. We had our clothes in a bag, mom was wearing a violet sari with flowers printed on it and she had a red blouse, she was wearing a pinkish gloss lipstick and she had her long hair tied behind in a ponytail, so looked very gorgeous like this. We reached River Ganga, the narrow beach of river was very crowded, people were fighting for the bathing space, I could see many wet girl bathing in the river as it was Buddha Purnima ( a full moon festival, people think they would attain nirvana if the bath in River Ganges on this day). We found a good spot. "Ravi, you guard the clothes while we bath, then you can bath." Mom said stripping to her petticoat and bra, I wondered how Indian woman who are so privacy loving can bath in front of thousand in just a underskirt and a bra, but who am I to complain. Mom went inside the water and started bathing , she sat in the water and asked Mohit to put water on her, a group of people came and stood before me blocking the view, they moved after a while. I could see many men watching my mom taking bath, it wasn't their fault after wetting from the water mom's petticoat has become translucent and any onlooker could see her naked thighs, I wanted to warn Mom about her exposed state but the thought of many people watching my beautiful mom aroused me. After bathing for a while mom came out of the river drenched in water her petticoat was clinging to her ass accentuating her curves. She came near me asked me for towel and began drying herself. Many men were secretly watching her every move, I saw a old man sitting five foot from me watching her, he would look here and there then again would look at mom. Mom took the dry petticoat from the bag and put it on her head sliding it down her body, she covered her wet bra and wet petticoat with it, she undid her bra and covered it with the dry petticoat. The tricky part is changing the wet petticoat for any woman, as they have to cover their breast and waist down part with that single petticoat. Mom forgot to put a dry bra on so now she had only her petticoat to cover her both parts, she undid her wet petticoat and slid it down her legs , in doing so she exposed her luscious ass and her pubic hair to the onlookers, I saw the old man sucking his mouth at the glorious site in front of her, mom realizing her mistake pulled down her petticoat on her ass but it didn't go all the way down as she had tied the knot of the petticoat around her chest. She was pulling her petticoat down with both hands in desperate attempt to cover her ass, she looked at me for help, I handed her the dry blouse, she put it on and untied the knot of her petticoat but she forgot to hold her petticoat around her waist and it slid all the way down around her ankles exposing her nakedness to the world. There was pin drop silence on the river bank as everyone stopped whatever they were doing to watch this goddess in all her glory. "Ravi." She cried out of embarrassment. I rushed to her and picked her petticoat up covering her, somehow with trembling hands she put her clothes on and we hurried away from the river, we forgot about Mohit. "That was the most humiliating incidence of my life, I am never coming back on this bank." She told me with wet eyes. "Mom, no one knows and probably no one is gonna see you again, ever." I tried to reason her to make her more comfortable. "Yes, you are right, but the incidence was very humiliating." She replied. I enjoyed the incidence a lot, I was so aroused that I wanted to just sit there when she called me for help, I wanted her to bend down and give the world an eyeful of the treasure she possessed, I wanted the old man to see her asshole and pussy and I wanted to fuck her senseless in front of all those people, but you don't get what you want, Right. ------- We were sitting on the sofa with my arms around her shoulder. "Hey, you left me behind." Mohit came inside shouting but sensing something has happened he shut up. "What happened, aunty." He asked Mom. "My petticoat slid down leaving me naked to the peering eyes of the strangers," mom replied sobbing. "Its all right aunt I am sure no one would have minded it." The idiot replied but it made us all laugh, I was happy to see Mom cheerful again. "Hey aunt, why don't you make us something to eat." Mohit said, he is so silly that he doesn't even realizes the seriousness of the situation. "Okay, I'll make you boys some pranthas (pancakes)." Mom said getting up to go o the kitchen. "Mom, you should rest for a while, I'll do the cooking." I said. "Okay, Mohit can you massage my back, I am so tense from the incidence." Mom asked Mohit, shit! I am the good guy here and look who is getting the goodies. He complied happily, Mom lied on the sofa on her stomach, Mohit put his hands on her back and started kneading it slowly, while I reluctantly walked to the kitchen to make the paranthas. The kitchen had no door and it was attached to the living so I could see their activity. Mohit was massaging her legs now, he was slowly moving upwards pulling the sari up with his hands, I smelled the burning of my parantha so I ran to the stove, the first parantha was burnt badly so I rolled another and put it on the pan, when I turned around to see what was going on there I was not so surprised to see Mohit had pulled the sari and her petticoat around her waist and was now massaging her naked ass. He was squeezing her soft cheeks, he slid his left hand and touched her pussy I could see his hands trembling with the excitement, mom said something so he retreated his hands back massaging her naked cheeks, I saw him sliding the side of his palm in her crack, he was feeling her asshole. I decided to interrupt him so I took those burnt paranthas in a plate, I went in the drawing room and handed him the paranthas. "Here's some paranthas, eat Mohit, I will handle the massage." I said grinningly at him. He reluctantly took the plate and sat on the sofa to eat. Mom's ass was still exposed and I could make out her ass hole from the slightly parted crack, I rubbed her ass feeling the smooth skin of her cheeks, I always wanted to spank a girl and I couldn't resist the temptation lying before me so I slapped her right cheek softly making it jiggle, Mohit looked up and saw what I was doing but didn't say anything. I slapped her again a little harder this time, a low moan escaped from Mom's mouth but she didn't move, so taking it as yes I slapped her again across her anus on both cheeks, causing it to turn red, Mohit was entranced by my action he had stopped eating and was looking directly at mom's ass. The charade was broken very early so there was no point hiding anything, I slapped her ass very hard his time sending her whole body upwards. "Ahhhhhh..." Mom cried with pain when I hit her again. I was taken aback by her sudden cry; I didn't mean to hurt her, so I caressed her red cheeks with my hand soothing her pain. I slid her sari down; she pretended she was sleeping, fine by me. These few days have been like a dream, I was living the best days of my life with my innocent mom presenting herself to me and my retard cousin. "Why did you hit her so hard?" Mohit asked me rolling his eyes at me. "That's none of your business dipshit." I replied brazenly. "Ravi, mind your language, he is your brother." Mom said getting up. "He is full of shit mom, that retard isn't my brother." I was at rage that my mom was taking his side. Bam! She slapped me across my face, I was paralyzed, she never ever hit me no matter what, once I had written Asshole on the back of one of my classmate with the permanent marker, she faked that she was scolding me in front of the boy, once I put a cracker at midnight in neighbor's house she didn't say anything. I was smitten by my ego and defeat, I walked to my play room and locked the door from inside, I switched on my console and started shooting at the zombies channeling my anger, after playing for a while I spread the mat on floor and tried to sleep. "Honey, open the door." Mom was knocking at the door, I knew from her voice that she was crying. "Go away, I don't want to talk to you ever." I replied still angry at her for hitting me for that dipshit. Mom began to cry at the door, I ignored her but I couldn't hear her sobbing any longer, so I opened the door, she was standing there tears in her eyes, the mascara running down her nose and disheveled hair she looked so kissable, forgetting all my anger I wanted to suck on those lovely red lips. She hugged me and started kissing all over my face affectionately, I took hold of her head with both my hands and touched those inviting lips with mine, the moment I kissed her she melted in my hands I had to hold her to keep her still, mom slip her tongue out and touched my lips I opened my mouth to take her tongue inside, I touched her tongue with mine and our tongue began to wrestle feasting on each other, I pushed her tongue in her mouth inserting mine with her, she sucked on my tongue, it felt like eternity no one wanted to break the kiss, but we had to breathe finally we pulled apart. No words came out from anyone's mouth as we looked in each other's eyes. "You slapped me too and even harder, but I didn't get mad." Mom said teasing me. "Mom that was different." I replied red faced as she was acknowledging about the spanking openly. "Where's Mohit I have to apologies to him." "Aunt Shalini came, he went to his home." Mom replied. I was relieved to hear this. "Let's go downstairs it is getting late." Mom said. "I will come down in a minute" As I got down I saw mom's sari lying on the sofa, mom was in the kitchen in just her petticoat and blouse, I could see the slope of her ass through the petticoat. I went behind her and slowly untied the knot of her petticoat causing it to fall on the floor, mom had pink panty on her, I inserted two fingers in the waistband and slowly rolled her panty down her legs, she lifted one foot at a time and I pulled the panty and the petticoat from under her feet. Mom was naked except her blouse, so I stood up and unbuttoned her blouse and took it out from her arms; Mom was now in all her glory, she had her back to me. She was rolling chapattis while I took in the site before me, she looked like an angel her smooth back looked very sexy at the fusion of waist and ass she had a unblemished body not a single scar could I see on her body. Her jet black hair was open and it was flying from the breeze coming from the window, her legs were perfect not too thin or too fat but just the right size, the thighs curving just right transforming into the knee and then her sexy feet, I was getting mad from just the site of naked body. I stripped my pants and boxers revealing my not so nice body and the 5' pecker, I turned off the stove and holding her by her shoulders I turned her towards me, her perfect breast and pubic hair coming into the view and her best feature her sexy face, she had her eyes closed, I took hold of her shoulders and pushed her down on her knees. She had her lips inches away from my dick, but she wasn't moving so I took hold of her head and guided her lips to my dick, she opened her lips little and took the head of my dick in her mouth, she moved her right hand and grasped my balls in her hand, trailing my balls with her fingers. Mom slid my whole dick in her mouth sucking at it vaccuming it with her mouth, all while caressing my balls with her fingers, she removed her mouth and placed her hands on my dick stroking it, making it more erect. If she keep doing that I was going to cum, I took hold of her head and slid my dick back in her mouth, fucking her mouth vigorously, I came with a loud groan in mom's mouth, she gulped all my cum. As I was recovering from my orgasm mom stood up and was going in the drawing room but I stopped her taking her hands, I lifted her in my arms and I took her to the sofa all while kissing her, she moaned in my mouth, I sat her on the, I began kissing her forehead trailing down my kisses down, moving down I kissed her mouth then I moved down and took her nipple in my mouth sucking at it while squeezing her soft breast , I moved further down kissing her belly and her navel after a while I moved down kissing around her mound then kissing her all over her pubic hair. She was going wild with the anticipation, not making her wait any longer I spread her legs and kissed full on her pussy lips, French kissing her labia, I nibbled at her clit making her writhe under me. I spread her pussy lips with my fingers and inserted my tongue lapping at the pink of her pussy. "fuckkkkk meeee, please baby." She was begging me to fuck her. I mercilessly lapped at her pussy , making her wild with the excitement she began to writhe furiously, she pulled my head hard, sensing mom was going to climax I increased my lapping. "uuunnnnggghhhhhh..." she came very loudly on my tongue blanketing it with her warm honey. "fuck me please baby." Mom begged me on her knees. "No, mother I have other plans for you." TO BE CONTD... Sleeping with Mom Ch. 02 While mum was voluptuous she wasn't tall, about 160 cm. I stopped roaming over her bottom with my hand and began to explore in a more serious fashion. I ran my hand along her lower buttock and slowly worked upwards towards her crevice. Her hand, the one that was running over my chest and stomach, slowed its pace a little. By now I didn't think she would suddenly change her mind and back out but I wondered how far we would be willing to go. I doubted she would want to have sex with her own son and wondered about how far I would go- I was enjoying this hugely but thought it was one thing to touch your mum like this and a completely different matter to have sex with the person who gave birth to you. I edged my hand slowly between her cheeks because I wanted to savour the moment and because I wanted to slowly heighten the pleasure for mum. With the thumb edge of my hand I could feel the slight deepening where her cheeks dropped away to her anus and as I pushed my hand in further I could feel the smooth texture of her skin change and the increased heat from the skin around her opening. I wanted to explore her bottom more fully but thought now wasn't the time. I shifted my position slightly so that I could reach my hand further down and touch her vagina. I didn't want to make some half-hearted attempt to reach it from where I was and grope her like an over-excited teen. Rather I wanted to be able to slowly work my way inwards in as sensual a manner as possible. As I continued to stroke the soft skin where her thighs widened she stopped stroking my chest altogether and instead pressed her hand down gently but firmly. I could feel the increasing warmth as I got closer to her vagina. When I felt the first of her pubic hair I ran my hand down her thighs towards her knees. I had to stretch to do this and mum accommodated by edging up the bed towards me. She parted her lips and softly gave me a sucking kiss on my neck. I continued stroking her in this teasing manner for some while. Each time I pressed my hand in towards her vagina I could feel the heat, more hair and then the dampness that became wetness as the edge of my hand moved towards her lips. She still lay motionless except at one point where she arched her back slightly and pushed her bottom out to make it easier for me to continue between her legs. It was heavenly when my thumb touched between her lips. I loved this with anyone- the pleasure you have to have from someone to be so intimate with them, the trust and willingness to do it. My penis jolted under her thigh as I felt how wet she was and how easily her lips parted. The heat was extreme and the skin was now incredibly soft and pliant. I couldn't stop myself from pushing my thumb a little way further inside her and loved how the well lubricated lips parted to accommodate me. Mum pulled my face down towards hers and kissed me forcefully, pressing her lips hard against mine. I continued moving my thumb back and forth inside her entrance, thrilled at how easily it parted the folds of skin and how wet she was. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and gently ran it around the inside of my lips and across my teeth. I let her do this, as it felt like she was exploring my body like I was hers. I couldn't believe this was happening- that I was able to touch mum in this way never mind her very positive response. She pulled her hips slowly backwards and my thumb slid out from inside her and then from her knickers. I was aware of my thumb and the edge of my hand smearing the satin on the way out. She sat up at my side, her weight resting on her left leg, and looked down at me lying there. In a low voice she told me to help her take her nightie off. I sat up, which pressed my erection into my stomach, and put my hands on her hips, underneath her nightie. She raised her arms above her head and I pulled it up over her head, watching as her stomach, then breasts came into view. Her breasts were full, heavy and her nipples were erect and the areolas rough looking in comparison to her soft flesh. Her chin and lips appeared again as we lifted her nightie off over her head. I threw it onto the corner of the bed beside me. She sat there naked except from the lacy satin knickers. A soft sliver of orange light from the car park lights ran down her right side. I looked up into her petty face and brown eyes, which looked back with an expression of arousal I had never expected to see on my mother. The skin on her neck and shoulders looked soft and smooth, I ached to touch her large breasts and run my hand down over her belly. Her hips curved like I remembered them from my adolescence- full, shapely and arching away from her back before curving round underneath her. She looked steadily at me and ran her gaze down my body. It aroused me to see my mum run an appraising look like this over me. I was still clothed and my penis, clearly on view now the duvet had been drawn back, lifted the grey material of my shorts. She told me she wanted to feel my skin against hers and leaned forward to lift my t-shirt over my head like we had with her nightie. It was clear she had no doubt that I'd comply and I got goose bumps and shivered as I felt her run her hands up my sides as she lifted my t-shirt up over my head. I lay back down as she threw my t-shirt onto the floor in a self-assured manner. I'd thrown her nightie onto the bed but mum seemed to know I'd not need my t-shirt again tonight. I felt slightly self-conscious lying bare chested on front of her, as she turned her gaze back onto me and let it roam up and down my body. It settled briefly on my shorts and the raised material caused by my erection. She looked at me again with a slightly strange expression and then gave the slightest smile before reaching for my waistband and beginning to draw it down. I lifted my hips, a little surprised at how quickly I had lost the initiative and found myself to be the more vulnerable partner. This feeling quickly melted away as mum discarded my shorts like my t-shirt and her eyes returned to fasten on my penis. The smile appeared again but this time it lasted longer and I realised that while I thought I knew my mother I had never seen her smile that way before. I was surprised to hear her say that she liked it, looking at my erection as she spoke, and placing her hand on my thigh just above my knee. She slowly ran her hand up my thigh, caressing the muscles and gently squeezing as she went, and leaned forward to kiss me again. Her breasts swung forwards and grazed my ribcage as she leant towards me. She kissed me slowly and softly to begin with before sucking my lips between hers and gently licking them with the very tip of her tongue. All the while her hand kept working its way up my legs and found my penis. Her hand ran up my shaft to the tip and then slowly back down as she kissed me. Then she gently gripped it around the middle as she leaned backwards to look at me from a kneeling position. Her expression was relaxed but serious and aroused, almost exultant. She leant forward and kissed me again as her hand slowly began to pump up and down. I could feel her warm hand and its gentle pressure as my foreskin slid up and down over the exposed head. Mum continued kissing me for a little while and then sat back up so she could watch me as she continued. Her expression had changed. Her lips were parted and her pupils dilated. She was clearly turned on but she was also looking at me in the same way as she does when she tells me that she loves me as her son or when I do something that she finds touching. This was proving to be the most unbelievable and erotic sexual experience of my life and my penis twitched in reaction. She continued looking down on me with the same expression and I looked back unselfconsciously. I suddenly realised that my orgasm was building and I felt so disappointed that it could all end so quickly before I realised that the sperm was going to squirt over my belly and chest and that some would likely hit my face. This didn't marry up with the cool, in control lover image I had been trying to foster when exploring between mum's legs. I decided I had to tell her I was going to come. Self doubt had kicked in and told me that I didn't know how she'd react. I was surprised to hear her say that she thought I was going to come soon as she continued on. Seconds later she smiled warmly at me, which was unexpected and, in the circumstances a little unnerving, before leaning forward and placing her warm, wet mouth over my penis. It jolted upwards in her mouth at the sensation and flood of emotion. I was now looking at the crown of her head, which was almost lying on my stomach as she gripped my penis near the base and slowly and deeply sucked it. Disbelief flooded through me and then I was coming in her mouth. Mum didn't slow at all as my orgasm began. As the sperm began to mount up she stopped the steady sucking motion and began to swallow before continuing sucking and then swallowing again. Half my girlfriends had swallowed my sperm when giving me oral and I understood why the others didn't. I thought I might have been repulsed by it if I was a girl. Mum, however, kept sucking and swallowing all my sperm despite it being, I thought, pretty unpleasant stuff and her son's. As my orgasm subsided and I finished ejaculating mum continued sucking. The head of my penis was now ultra sensitive and I involuntarily arched my hips off the bed at the intensity of the feeling. Mum slowed but didn't stop sucking until I began to soften. Then she sat up and looked down at me again. This time her face was glazed with a slight sheen of sweat and her hair looked a little dishevelled. I was still in a state of disbelief that slowly subsided as I wondered what would happen now. Mum answered my question by pulling the duvet up over her shoulders and then lowering herself on top of me so that we were lying face to face. Our bodies felt wonderfully warm pressed against each other like this and I was highly conscious of the soft skin of her belly and thighs, the gentle pressure of her breasts and the scratchy sensation of her lace knickers against my softening penis and pubis. After she supported her weight on her arms she shifted her position so that she had her arms under my shoulders and reached her hands around into my hair. Our faces were centimetres apart as she looked me straight in the eye and told me she had really enjoyed sucking me and loved when I came in her mouth. Seeing my expression of disbelief she kissed me and this time our tongues found each other. There was a slightly salty taste to her tongue but I kissed her back ever more passionately. My own hands fell to her back to pull her to me before I allowed them to drop to squeeze and caress her buttocks and pull her hips into mine. Sleeping with Mom Ch. 03-07 Part 3 I could feel her wetness against my stomach, as I pulled her closer to my face. At first I just gazed at her and then kissed her. Her lips were soft and warm against mine. She was a very good kisser and let me take the initiative this time. I pressed my lips against hers, enjoying the soft pressure, before beginning to suck each lip between mine like she had done to me. I paused for a second, gazing up into her eyes, before pushing my mouth back against hers. She kissed me back more passionately but remained the more passive partner. I parted my lips, and she mirrored the action, and gently pushed my tongue into her mouth. Her eyelids drooped as if she was tired and when she looked at me again her eyes were slightly glazed and misty. I opened my mouth wider and she accommodated and our tongues found and snaked around each other. As we kissed I ran my hands over her back, feeling the muscle under the soft, smooth skin. Her back was small and narrowed considerably as it ran down towards her hips. I ran my fingertips down her sides and she twitched at the soft, almost ticklish, sensation. With my fingers I could feel the bulge of her breasts, which were pressed against my chest, and squeezed out sideways from between us. My penis began to feel warm again and gradually began to harden. I put my hands, palms up, on mum's shoulders and pushed gently so that she arched her back and lifted her chest off mine. Her breasts were hot to the touch having been pressed between us. I put the heels of my hands underneath each nipple and stroked my fingertips over the soft underside of her bosom, marvelling at how full it was before rotating my wrists a fraction so that my palms touched her nipples. Her nipples were very hard to the touch, especially in comparison to the soft skin of her breasts, sides and back. She was looking me straight in the eye as I touched her nipples and she shivered a little as I brushed them. By now my penis was fully erect again and was pressing against mum's inner thigh. Looking up into her face a wave of passion and excitement washed through me- the sheer disbelief that my mum was lying almost naked on top of me. Suddenly I pushed my face upwards and buried it into the milky white skin between her breast and shoulder, kissing it ferociously. Mum almost looked a little surprised at the sudden movement but moaned slightly to show her pleasure at me kissing her chest and sucking the skin between my lip and teeth. Gently nibbling her flesh raised goosebumps across her chest and caused an almost vampiric expression to appear on her face. As I continued kissing, nibbling and licking her chest above her bosom I told her that I couldn't believe that I was doing this with my mum. She replied that she could hardly believe it either, grasped either side of my head with hers, arched her back, and opened her legs wider across my torso and ground her pubis into my belly before running it up and down in slow, firm, deliberate strokes. The lace of her knickers scratched my skin. As my own excitement mounted I rolled over to my left and rolled mum onto her back all the while looking into her brown eyes. I lay her flat on her back, looking up at me, naked from the waist up and with the tiniest bit of her lace knickers visible under the duvet. Rolling over I lay on my side, my leg out to steady me, and with my back arched so I could look down at her. She mouthed, half whispered, "Oh, pet" at me before pulling herself up and kissing me hard. Her lips parted and she snaked her tongue around mine. At the same time I put the hand that wasn't supporting my weight on mum's breast and gently, but firmly, squeezed and caressed it. It felt wonderful to be caressing her full breasts and another wave of passion flooded through me at the realisation of just how womanly she was especially in comparison to the smaller chested girls I usually dated. As she lowered her head back onto the pillow I dropped mine to her neck and started to kiss it where she'd kissed me- where her jaw and neck met- before moving downwards to kiss the softer skin. I copied an ex-girlfriend's technique and kissed each spot with pursed lips, gradually relaxing them and making the kisses softer and wetter, before opening my lips and giving her gentle love bites. Mum's response was stronger than I'd had in the past and stronger than I expected. She put both hands round my neck and gripped the back of my head pulling my face against her. When she relaxed her grip I began kissing, nibbling and licking my way down between her breasts. I cupped them in my hands and pushed them slightly together to enhance her cleavage and make sure I had plenty of soft skin to lick and give sucking kisses to. Licking between her breasts like that reminded me just how sexy I found her bottom and I decided I wanted to see if I could get her so turned on she would let me explore it with my mouth. Without pausing I continued to kiss her breasts but began to move towards her right nipple. Holding her chest in my hands I began to lick the underside of her breast, slowly working my way towards her areola. When I got to it I ran the tip of my tongue up it towards her nipple several times before circling around it and finally engulfing her nipple with my lips and tongue. Mum arched her back up off the bed and pressed her bosom into my face. I loved the feeling of resistance as her breasts squashed against my nose and mouth. I wanted to be a caring and considerate lover and didn't want to rush but I was having the most difficult of times resisting the urge to push my face between her thighs. My resistance didn't quite give out but I found I was already kissing her stomach with one hand on her side by her right breast and the other enjoying her womanly left hip and the raspy feeling of her lace knickers. My stomach and sides are incredibly sensitive and I love when someone kisses, licks and sucks me there. It was one girlfriend who'd woken me to this pleasure and driven me wild with her kisses- it was somewhere between being almost too enjoyable and extremely ticklish. It was a very thin dividing line! Subsequent girlfriends seemed to bypass this area of pleasure altogether and I had resentfully thought on more than occasion that it's not just women who have erogenous zones. Mum and I seemed to be wired in the same way because as soon as I started to kiss and love bite her belly she began to moan and writhe around on the bed underneath me. Her belly rose and fell rapidly and her breath became shorter and her head and neck jolted off the pillow. I slid my free left hand up the inside of her thigh and into her knickers. I was vaguely aware of the soft mat of pubic hair and its spongy resistance. I gently grasped some of it between my fingers, enjoying the feel and loving the idea that this was my mother's pubic hair I was touching. Still kissing her belly I bent my hand over and rubbed the knuckles of my fingers up between her legs and between her lips. The hair felt moist and damp and as I continued running the back of my fingers against them I penetrated through to her lips amazed, again, at how wet she was. Mum pressed her pubic bone down against my fingers and I felt my penis jerk. It's gratifying and arousing when a woman responds like this but it was so much more so with mum. I pushed myself up onto my knees so that I was straddling her legs. Leaning forward I began to kiss the soft skin of her waist. Lowering my centre of gravity to balance myself I gripped her knickers and began to pull them down. Mum lifted her hips and I sat up. She pulled her legs out from under me, bent her knees and lifted her feet in the air so that they pointed at the ceiling. I lifted her knickers up her legs and off over her feet. When her knickers were off she parted her legs and put one down on either side of me so that I was kneeling between her open legs. I was conscious of her watching me while she did this but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the sight between her legs. As she had parted her legs her pubic hair had become completely visible. Her hair was lightly trimmed and formed a rough, dense triangle between her legs that petered off quickly at the edges to give a nice, tidy look. When her legs were at their widest I could clearly see her lips. Her hair stopped before her opening and was damp around the edges with the odd drop of dewy moisture in her curls. Her opening was pink and shiny and the lips were filled with blood and parted. As the lips got closer to her bottom they parted more and more so that I could see a distinct gap which I longed to push my penis inside. Looking back up at mum I saw she had slightly parted her lips in anticipation. I wasn't sure if she was aroused or concerned what my response might be. Staying in my kneeling position between her legs I stretched forward to kiss her. When my face was mere centimetres from hers I whispered in her ear that she was gorgeous down there and that I just wanted to lick and kiss her. She gave a little laugh and said that she was glad I felt that way. I explained it wasn't just that she had fantastic hips and vagina but that the biggest turn on was that it was her and that I'd loved it when she'd raised her bottom, had willingly let me take off her knickers and then spread her legs for me. She gave a sort of purring laugh and gently bit my cheek, flicking the skin with her tongue. I sat back up and ran my hands down her sides from her shoulders to her hips before dropping my head to her stomach and kissing the soft skin. She was very slightly overweight and had a little excess around her waist but any woman of her age would have been more than pleased with her figure- I was delighted with it. I kissed across the way and down the crease between her leg and pubic hair to her thigh. On the way down I planted a couple of firm kisses on her hair, savouring its depth and springy feel. She smelled divine. I kissed the inside of her thighs and sucked the flesh giving her a series of little love bites that worked their way back up to her vagina. Without warning I opened my mouth wide placing my top lip on the bone above her clitoris and licked slowly and firmly all the way up from the entrance to her vagina to the little hard nub. Mum shuddered violently and I burst with pleasure inside. It felt great to know that one lick had had that effect on her. Mum grasped the sheets on either side of her hips with her fingers and balled them up then, relaxing, put one hand under my chin and calling me 'baby' told me that she'd known I'd be good at that. As I lay down with my face between her thighs and my nose in her pubic hair she went on to explain that she always said that I had a very gentle, loving touch and that she had thought my girlfriends would reap the rewards of it. I thought she was just showing the typical mother's bias and she must have seen the laughter in my eyes because she gripped my chin more firmly and lifted it again and told me that she'd seen how I touched Steph (my last girlfriend) and how she'd responded and also that she'd get goosebumps sometimes when I cuddled her or rubbed her neck. Accepting that she was genuine I lowered my face again and closed my eyes as the eroticism of going down on my mum washed over me. She was dripping wet and had a rich aroma. Her feet were on the bed on either side of me and her knees were bent. I put my arms round her hips and pressed her thighs together to lightly grip my head, as I wanted even more indication that I was licking my mum between her legs than just the act of oral alone. My penis pulsed at the thought. I tilted my head slightly and sucked one of her vaginal lips in just the same way as we had been kissing earlier. I didn't know if this would give her much pleasure but this was more for me that her. I didn't want to rush and thought this would probably heighten the expectation for mum, if I took it nice and slow. Then I slowly ran my tongue along the inside of her left lip from the bottom right up to the top where it joined with the right lip and housed her clitoris. I marvelled at how slick she was. I repeated the action and then did it to the other side to taste her juices having licked a lot of them away on the other side. Wanting more I opened my mouth a little wider, stuck my tongue out further and licked around the bottom of the opening to her vagina. Sure enough a lot of her juices seemed to be trickling out there and there was plenty of the creamy liquid to lick up. Looking up I saw that mum had tilted her head right back as if trying to push the crown into the pillow. Her mouth was wide open and her eyes closed. I felt a globule of semen push its way down my penis at the sight. I continued to lick around her entrance, savouring the experience and mum's rich taste. I put a hand on each side of my face and gently pushed her thighs outwards so that they opened as wide as they would go. The view was fantastic- I was looking out over mum's pubic hair with her inner thighs in my peripheral vision, across her stomach, over her full breasts and her erect nipples to the underside of her chin, which was throw back in pleasure. Feeling me momentarily pause my licking she glanced down into my eyes. Her mouth was still open and it was clear to see how turned on she was. She called me baby again and said not to stop- it was lovely and it was such a turn on that her baby was doing it. She emphasised the words 'her baby'. Mum stretched her hand out down between her legs and I took it and held it. I nearly melted. The size and shape of her hand felt so familiar to me. Sometimes she'd take my hand and it made us think of when she took my hand to lead me somewhere, show me something or comfort me. Holding hands with her now brought back the same familiar emotions and emphasised the contrast between our normal relationship and the sexual one we were having now. Mum's hips jolted and I thought that she must be thinking something similar, as I hadn't done anything with my mouth that would have provoked that kind of response. Still holding mum's hand I began to focus my attention on her pleasure. I continued licking up the length of her lips towards her clitoris. After sometime I began to focus my attention on it by licking the folds of skin just above it and then as it poked out a little more I started to swirl my lounge around it in a circular motion. Mum raised her hips off the bed slightly and pushed herself against my mouth. This made me think that I must have been doing something right so I continued to run my tongue round under her clitoris, up its side, over the hooded area and back round. I let go of her hand and pushed my forehead against it to indicate to her that I wanted her to leave it there. She did. I liked to look up and see her small hand with the long, delicate fingers and to be able to see it next to her vagina. It was even better to be able to look up the length of her arm to her face because it made me think that this showed just how much she wanted to come. By now mum's breathing had quickened and I could see and feel the little pulses and jolts in her vagina and belly. I concentrated on maintaining my stroke and keeping the rhythm but raised my right hand and slowly pushed my finger into her. I knew it would slide in beautifully but this didn't diminish the pleasure I felt when it did just that. This woman was so wet and being in bed with me, her son, had made her that way. Pushing my finger inside of her made her arch her back a little and her breathing quickened as I began to thrust my finger in and out in time with my tongue strokes. The little jolts I had felt earlier became more frequent and I realised she was going to orgasm soon. I slowed my fingering and extended my middle finger before easing it inside as well. It was gorgeous to feel the hot slick walls of her vagina and the way they gripped and quivered. I didn't want this experience to end, could hardly believe I was having it, and wanted to make my mum come. It would have been nice to make her come with my fingers but this felt so much more personal and loving. This was something she couldn't do herself and it was something her son should never do for her. Mum made a loud 'mmmm' noise and arched her back and chest off the bed. Then she did it again and pushed her vagina quite roughly against my mouth. A thrill of excitement shot through me. I knew she was on the brink of orgasm and increased the pace of my tongue and fingers to bring her over the edge. This time she let out a little cry and, looking up from between her thighs, I saw her eyes blink open and she stared at the ceiling. She arched her back from the base of her spine but kept her hips in place before my mouth. She stayed like that, seemingly with her muscles locked solid, for what seemed like an eternity. Then her whole body jerked and I momentarily lost contact with her vagina. She bucked again and cried out. Her shoulders arched off the bed and then she was orgasaming. I couldn't take my eyes off her as her shudders became more and more frequent, the hand between her legs gripped my hair and pulled my face into her, as she arched her back and convulsed. I was over the moon because I'd made my mum come. In my head I stressed the words 'my mum' and felt hugely pleased with myself. I thought I deserved to because it was quite clear mum was having a good time in my company. Mum's orgasm subsided and I stayed between her legs and kept licking simply because I wanted to. It felt like a very nice place to be. A small series of aftershocks ran through her body and I watched her expression- as if there was no one and nothing else in the world apart from her and me. I put my head down between her legs again and nuzzled my nose and cheeks against the opening to her vagina and spread her juices over my face before pushing myself up and crawling up to lie face-to-face on top of her. Part 4 She pulled my face down to hers with both of her hands and we kissed again as I lay on top of her. "Honey, that was gorgeous", she murmured, "I didn't think I'd ever be in bed with you, never mind suck you and have you go down on me". She looked extremely relaxed but earnest and I found myself beaming down at her. "I liked doing it mum. I really liked it", I said, "It just feels right somehow- I didn't think it would." Mum lifted her face to mine and kissed me tenderly against the side of my cheek and nose. "Well, we've got all night honey", she said with a smile. We went on to compare notes. I told her that I was more than a little worried when I woke up with my erection pressed against her stomach and that she hadn't pulled away or flipped out and that she had actually touched it with her leg long after she was clearly awake and alert. The thing that had surprised me most was that she hadn't seemed worried or to rethink what we were doing when I said that I was going to come and that she'd started sucking me and let me come in her mouth. She smiled at that, "I wanted you to come in my mouth baby. I used to fantasise about it and that I would give you your 'education'". This came out the blue- that mum had fantasised about me and I told her that I'd had any number of masturbation fantasies about her, the things we'd do and the lingerie she'd wear. This pleased her a lot- so much so that she said we could go into town in the morning and I could pick out some underwear for her. We planned to tell Mark that we didn't want to risk the weather no matter if it looked like it was going to improve. While we talked we'd shifted positions again so that we were lying side to side. Mum's hand slipped down between us and she played with my penis in an unrushed way. It didn't take me by surprise when mum asked, "Do you want to come inside me?" I didn't say anything and just nodded in agreement. Sleeping with Mom Ch. 03-07 She put her hands under my arms and hooked them round my shoulders. I'd been lying on my side and now she pushed me a little onto my back and lifted her leg over mine. I was still lying at a slight angle as she reached down and took hold of my penis. I felt the tip rub against her wiry hair as she guided it upwards to her lips. I could have fed it into her myself but loved the idea that she was very willingly guiding her son into her vagina. There was a warm sensation and a little resistance as the head of my penis ran along her lips and then I was pushing it up inside her as she rolled over to sit straddling me. We looked at each other lustfully as the realisation of what we had done dawned on us. "I can't believe you're inside me", she said looking down at me. I was thoroughly enjoying the lustful way she had taken control and guided me into her and how she was now looking down at me. Her lips were parted and her pupils dilated and I had no reason to think that I didn't look as turned on as she did. She leaned forward and placed her hands on the mattress on either side of my shoulders. Her bosom dangled forward and I ran my hands down her sides to her hips, enjoying the way she narrowed at the waist and curved outwards again. "Mum you've got fantastic hips", I murmured as I squeezed the firm flesh of her buttocks and pulled her onto my crotch. She arched her back and pushed her stomach towards mine before rocking herself up and down on my penis. She sat back up and said, "I can feel you here", pointing at her belly. "It's beautiful having you inside me. It's hard to describe but it's really different to any time before. Somehow it feels more personal... I think it's because you're my kid and you feel closer to your children than anyone else in the world. I loved your dad but that was different to this". Talking about dad was unsettling when I was as deep inside mum as I could be and I instantly felt guilty but mum seemed to be reflecting. She rocked her hips back and forth and gently slid herself along my penis. I became aware of how hot she was inside- it always surprised me how hot women felt. "This sounds a bit weird mum but it feels really natural doing this with you. When Steph and I first slept together it was a bit awkward and strained. I felt I had something to prove and that was kind of pressuring. I'm not saying I don't care how you enjoy this because I do. It feels like you love me and it's a much more caring relationship where neither of us has anything to prove to the other- there's no awkwardness. I suppose it's kind of back to front- when you first meet someone you get to like them and might get to love them. Sex comes in somewhere in between. With this it's the other way around- I know you love me and now we're doing this." As I said 'this' I raised my hips up off the bed and pushed further inside her. For a while we didn't say anything more. Mum continued to rock back and forward on me and I could feel the warmth building up in my penis. I knew I was going to come soon and to break the rhythm I sat up so that mum was sitting in my lap and we were face to face with our torsos pressed together. Her soft breasts and hard nipples pressing against my chest was a big turn on and was somewhat unexpected, as I'd always preferred slightly smaller chested women. I continued to thrust gently in and out of mum as we looked at each other, savouring the totally unexpected experience, and kissed. Mostly we just looked. After a while mum's mouth opened and I could tell that she was getting off on the feeling of us pushing into and against each other. I fixated on her open mouth and the way the muscles in her jaw tightened each time we pushed against each other. I knew I wasn't far from coming but didn't want to come yet. "I want to kneel up, mum", I said as I began to withdraw my penis from her. She nodded and dismounted by rolling onto her side. I knelt up and held my arms out for mum again. She stood on the bed and stepped in towards me. I gripped her bum and kissed her stomach and pubic hair before she put one leg on either side of mine and lowered herself down onto me. This time I held the base of my penis and kept it pointing upwards as she slowly sat down. I knew this is what I wanted to be doing as I briefly felt the entrance to her vagina contact the tip of my penis. She stopped for just a second as she began to lower herself more slowly onto me and my penis slid back inside her. Now that I was kneeling I seemed to slide much deeper inside her and could feel the strength of her pelvis against mine. The kneeling position let me thrust into her in a far more strong way than when I had been sitting down and I slid my arms behind her back and anchored my hands on her shoulders so that I could lever myself in and out of her. Mum met each thrust and arched her back on every reverse stroke to let me get as far out of her as possible before we pushed back towards each other. She had great timing, which was something that my previous girlfriends and I never quite managed to nail, and it wasn't long before I could feel the come building in me. "Can I come inside you mum?" I asked breathlessly. I knew she was enjoying it from the way she was breathing, the glazed expression on her face and the slight glean of sweat but at this rate I knew I was going to come before her. She nodded and then said, "Yeah... the implant". Mum had got an implant when she and Mark started getting serious. Her answer struck me as odd because we both knew that you could get pregnant from pre-come alone. But I had asked her if I could come inside her, which was probably a slightly unusual question itself. For some reason I felt like I needed her permission. Mum started to lift her bottom up higher and higher each time we pulled our pelvises apart and to bang down hard on me when we came back together. I felt overcome with lust and affection because I realised that this was in an effort to make me have a really good orgasm because she wasn't there yet but knew I almost was. I grasped her buttocks, marvelling at how taught they were, and roughly kneaded the sides of her hips before reaching round and spreading her buttocks. She looked down at me with an expression that was both pleased and powerful, as she realised how turned on I was. I had spread her cheeks without thinking about it before remembering that an ex had told me nobody likes to have their buttocks spread open but mum seemed not to hold this view. I took this as encouragement and pushed my fingers deeper between her cheeks. While holding her bum with one hand I ran the fingers of the other from her vagina upwards and over her anus. When she didn't seem perturbed by this I let my fingers linger a little more on her hole with each upstroke and eventually let my fingers rest on the puckered skin on either side while we continued thrusting. All the while we continued thrusting and the bed began to squeak louder and louder. I briefly wondered if anyone could hear us and whether they knew it was mother and son. This thought didn't help me control myself and I was struck by amazement and lust by the fact that mum and I were having sex and highly charged sex at that. The pleasure in my penis kept growing and then for a few seconds it felt numb and as if I was thrusting in and out of nothing. Then I was coming. My semen was pumping into my mum in warm floods and my rhythmic thrusting had turned to sporadic twitching as the pleasure flooded over me. Mum slowed her thrusts to almost nothing and was gently rocking her hips back and forth as if to milk me. All this time I had my head lowered and pressed between her left breast and shoulder. When I looked up mum was still rocking back and forth on my penis and was watching me with a faint smile that was somewhere between pleasure and affection. When I had finished thrusting and my orgasm had died away mum looked at me and said, "Oh baby, that's wonderful. I could feel you coming and I can feel it starting to run down my legs. Can you feel it?" At first I couldn't. I was taken up with the feeling of our hot sweaty bodies pressed together and how much I was enjoying being able to see, touch and be inside her womanly, curvy body. I was consumed with the way her buttocks arched out from her back, her full breasts, her soft stomach and the rough patch of dark pubic hair. I looked down between her legs and she leant back and raised her hips slightly. Now I could see where my penis sprouted from my belly and how it curved upwards and suddenly disappeared inside her. There were some drops of moisture and a slight sheen around the hair at her entrance as well as drops of my milky white fluid, which was beginning to slowly seep out. Looking up into her face I said, "Mum, that's gorgeous", in a half whisper and with my voice cracking. I reached down between us and touched the two sets of fluids that our bodies had created. I scooped a little of the goo we'd made onto my fingers and brought it up to my face so I could see and smell it more closely. This touched mum, as she gave one of the happy-sad smiles she does when I do something that she finds sweet. I smiled back at her, enjoying the effect this was having on her and put my fingers and some of the mixture into my mouth. It tasted sweet and salty and would probably have disgusted anyone but us. Mum's expression suggested she liked that I'd done that so I offered her my fingers too. Unsurprisingly she took them straight into her mouth and sucked off some of the mixture before raising her eyes to mine and licking the remaining fluid off the side of my fingers and hand while keeping her eyes on mine. It was fantastically exciting and more than a little romantic to see how openly mum was enjoying sleeping with me. Part 5 "Here you are", said mum as she put the coffee down on the table. We'd left the service area hotel and driven the few miles into the local town in search of a decent breakfast. There had been a restaurant at the motorway services but the food didn't look at all appealing so we had decided to venture further afield. Besides mum had reminded me, with an enthusiastic look, that she had promised to take me into town and let me pick out some new underwear for her. We had chosen a small table beside the window that overlooked the high street. I expected her to take the seat opposite mine, which is what she normally does but she sat down on the bench beside me, leaned in, pressing her bosom into my shoulder and kissed my cheek and corner of my mouth. It felt good to be kissed by mum and it was a nice sensual kiss as well. Then I was glancing around the restaurant to see if anybody had noticed. "Don't worry honey. Nobody knows us here", she said in answer to me looking. It was scary and nice just how well she knew me. Before she'd said it I had realised that I was being paranoid. "I know. I just can't help it, you know?" I said smiling, "Mum, last night was the best night of my life and it feels kind of surreal." "Well, I phoned Mark while you were at the cash point and told him that we would be staying over down here again tonight. He's at his sister's and said the weather there was just awful there too- so we've got a whole surreal day in front of us", she said giving my thigh a squeeze. I smiled back at her and pushed my nose into hers, kissing her lips. Her eyes smiled back at me. For a while we sat in silence leaning against each other and watching the people come and go along the high street. It was really cold and the sky was leaden and looked pregnant with snow but, as yet, there hadn't been any sign of more. Most people seemed to be out for essentials and walked quickly from wherever they'd come from to wherever they were going. The few people who were in the cafe seemed to be waiting for their friends or relatives to finish their errands and come and collect them. Some people hadn't even taken off their coats. "It's almost like being on holiday", I remarked. "No-one else is taking it easy- they're all doing stuff and seem to want to get back indoors as soon as they can". I pointed at a man, head down, marching along the road and turning into the entrance for a multi-storey. Mum nodded and smiled. With her forehead against my ear she asked, "Will you tell me about the fantasies you had about me?" She was very direct and I found I liked that very much but I didn't answer straight away and kept looking out the window wondering what I was going to tell her. Last night I'd told her that I imagined her in my masturbation fantasies and had done for some time. I didn't know if I should be totally honest with her and tell her everything and thought that caution was probably best. "It was all sorts of things", I began. "I think it started with just thinking about how you looked when you got undressed after work- remember you used to talk to me when you got changed?" She nodded and I continued, "It was such a turn on- thinking about you in your stockings and your bodysuit. I used to come just thinking about that. I loved your underwear- I was just getting interested in girls at that stage and I got to see you in the flesh. It was really mind-blowing. Women were sexy- it was all so enticing and unknown but you were right off the scale. I can still picture your stockings, the satin and lace today." I'd turned round and was facing her with my leg up on the bench. I could tell she was enjoying hearing this but subconsciously I'd placed my leg up on the bench as a barrier- some kind of defence. Mum had put her hand on the top of my thigh and was gently squeezing it while every now and then she'd move it to my crotch and rub her thumb down over my penis. "When I was a bit older I started fantasising about doing it with you. But that took a while because it seemed wrong to think about doing that with you. Somehow it was different to think about you when you were getting undressed- I'd seen that with my own eyes so that seemed like fair game. But it was totally different to fantasise about sex with you. That was incestuous". I smiled at myself, thinking how stupid that must sound. "What did we do?" she asked, clearly interested. "Well, it started as a kind of game. I'd think of 6 different sets of underwear- knickers and bra, French knickers, stockings and suspenders, a Basque, a bodysuit and a swimsuit or bikini- and do a 'my-mother-punched-your-mother-on-the-nose' game to choose which you were going to wear. So it was random- like when you were choosing teams for tig or something. I could really visualise your underwear because I'd seen you wearing it or I'd seen it on the stand in the kitchen. Then I'd fantasise about you." Mum's pupils had dilated and her lips had parted a bit. I was really enjoying the effect this was having on her. I must have paused a bit longer than I realised though because she asked me what we'd do in my fantasies. Initially the fantasies had been pretty conventional- just imagining her in the underwear, oral sex, then sex in the missionary position and, later, doggy. I told her how I used to imagine the doggy position with her in her stockings or bodysuit. This was because I just loved her bum and had images of the suspenders running down her hips from when she was undressing. I'd hesitated because as I got older I'd imagined every possible sex act with her and most of all I used to fantasise about having anal with her while she was bent over in her bodysuit. At first I was unsure about how she'd respond but as I began telling her I found that I couldn't stop and went right on to tell her how most of my fantasies about her had involved screwing her bum. Mum looked down at the floor. The silence seemed to go on and on before she turned back to me and squeezed my hand. "We need to go shopping", she said. I fought down a stream of questions and we paid and went out into the street. She hadn't said what she thought but whatever it was it was clear she wanted to continue on with our plan. It was dark and overcast and it had begun to snow again. There were fewer people around than before and those who were out and about were hunched up against the weather. We could see the warm glow of lights from a shopping mall over the rise in the main street and we made our way towards it. I relished the idea of braving the weather in the short term because the idea of being snuggled up in bed with mum again was hugely appealing. To be warm and naked under the covers with the curtains open so we could see the dark sky outside and, maybe, the snow. Within minutes we were out of the weather and into the yellow glow of the shopping mall. There was a bakery inside the main door and a toy shop opposite it. The tiled floor rose slightly as we walked further inside and it didn't take us long to find a large department store. We entered on the second floor, which housed the men's department and home ware sections and took the escalator down to the women's department on the ground level. As we took the escalator down we could see across the room to the lingerie section and made our way across to it. I was already stiffening as I followed mum into the isles of delicate white bras and knickers. As we walked mum fell in beside me and took my hand. In a low voice she said, "You can choose an outfit and I'll choose another. I'll let you pick first and I'll make sure mine compliments it. I'll keep it secret and you'll only see it when we're back, okay?" My throat was so dry that I could only nod. While mum lead the way I began to look around for Basques. The shop seemed pretty traditional and I thought they'd probably do a good line. I wanted to get something white and lacy and it didn't take long to see a rack that looked promising. "Mum, I'd like a look at the Basques over there", I said pointing. Mum nodded and her eyes smiled. I knew I was in luck when I started flicking through the different Basques. There were some that were smooth and satin-like, and there were others that had patterned panels with see-through mesh. There was one that I really liked that was like a bra with a loose, white, see-through body that ended like a short skirt that was edged with lace. It had matching white knickers with a pale pink waist band and edging. The label said it was a chemise and I had no idea how to begin pronouncing that. I thought it must have been French. I found what I was looking for on the next rack. It was a full length white, lacy Basque. It had a lacy bra that I thought would show the top of her nipples without being too see-through. The body was made from white lace that was only just see-through and had a floral pattern woven into it. It ended in a frilly, lace band that would cover the top of mum's knickers. "I really like that", I said holding it up for mum to see. "That's lovely, kid", she replied looking at it appraisingly with her head cocked to one side, "You've got good taste". "It reminds me of the one you used to wear". "I still have it buried at the bottom of my chest. Would you like me to wear it for you sometime?" I nodded and she smiled. We then picked out matching knickers and stockings. The pair of knickers I found were white and low cut and the front was see through except for a sparse pattern of flowers and leaves. They reminded me of a butterfly for some reason. There was a woman in her 50s wearing a brown coat standing nearby so I spoke in a low voice and said, "I'd love to see you in these", as I showed mum the knickers. She nodded appreciatively. "They're pretty. Very see-through". "I know. I think that's why I like them so much. I remember being able to see your hair through your knickers and I think that was when I realised that women were really different from men. I think I was only 4 or something and it registered with me but it wasn't anything sexual back then. I remembered seeing your hair and kept trying to see it again", I said smiling. "I wonder if other guys' sexual awakening comes from becoming more aware of their mums or sisters. Anyway", I went on, "that's why I'd love to see you in these, see?" Sleeping with Mom Ch. 03-07 I glanced at the woman again and as she was walking towards an aisle with winter jackets I took mum's hand and guided it under the hem of my jacket to my erection. "I 'see'", said mum giving me a squeeze. "I'm looking forward to this". Once we were back outside mum said, "Why don't you go back to the cafe for a while? I asked the woman at the till and she said there's another lingerie shop further down the high street. I'll head down there and come and meet you afterwards". "Okay. I'll see you in a mo". Mum nodded and pushed herself into me and kissed me. I could feel her breasts against my chest and her belly press against me. I worried a little at first before remembering that nobody here would know us. A passer-by did glance across at us but I ignored him and returned mum's kiss. She took my lips between hers and as we continued unashamedly, our tongues finding each other. "I'm really looking forward to this", mum repeated. "It's quite a turn on to know that you fantasised about me, do you know that?" I shook my head as we continued holding each other. "Well, it is. It won't be long now till I'm all dressed up for you. My kid". She seemed to savour the idea that she was lingerie shopping for her son and, if she wasn't- I was! "I'll be half an hour or so". With that she kissed me again and turned and walked down the street. It was about three quarters of an hour later when I saw mum's figure with a white plastic carrier bag in the glass of the doorway. She came straight over to the table without stopping at the counter to order anything. "Are you ready?" she asked. I grinned up at her, feeling surprised and excited by how keen she sounded to get back to the hotel. As we walked outside she said, "I think you'll like this", indicating the bag. "What did you get?" I asked. "You'll just have to wait till later", she replied with an impish look on her face. My mind started working overtime thinking about all the different possibilities. "I think you'll like it though", she said with a big grin. "Where did you go? Which shop?" "I told you", she said with mock sternness, "you'll have to wait till we're back". Her face straightened and she stopped walking. I stopped too. She stood about a foot in front of me and looked up at me with an earnest expression on her face. "I want to do this for you- get dressed up for you and make love. I can't believe how much I want to do it. I like sex but I've never wanted to do it so much before and I think it's because it's you and you're my son. I know this sounds weird but I think it's my mothering instinct- I want to look after and care for you, and somehow that makes me want to sleep with you. Lots." She hesitated for a second before continuing, "I've done everything for you since you were born- I changed you, dressed you, taught you to speak, took you to school, and watched you grow up. It was really tough after your dad died but just because I was on my own doing two people's work. I think that was good in a way too though- we got really close, didn't we?" I nodded and she said, "Anyway, the point is I really want to do this for you and with you". She stressed the word 'really' and seemed to be looking for some kind of acknowledgement or understanding from me. Honestly, I didn't quite understand where she was coming from except that I knew I wanted to do this because she was my mum. That must have been it- the closeness and love I felt for her and the desire to satisfy and please her. I nodded my head. She continued talking to me in that earnest way, "I always wanted to give you what I could- all my love, all my support and to help you out financially when you needed it". She stopped and looked at her feet. "I'm going off point", she said. "I want to give you everything honey". This time she emphasised 'everything'. "I love that you think about me when you masturbate. It's an unbelievable turn on and I think it's quite a compliment that you find me attractive enough to fantasise over. I'm your mum after all." The thought made her smile. She stopped and looked down between our feet again. When she looked up she was serious but a smile played across her lips. It seemed like she was trying to subdue it. "I can't come to the point", she said and the smile broke through and she beamed up at me. "I want to give you this", she said taking my hand and placing it on her bottom. I just stared at her. At first I wasn't sure what she meant and she seemed to realise and turned her back and pressed her bottom back against me, swaying her hips from side to side. "My bum. You fantasised about taking me up the bum." The look on my face must have been comical, as she burst out laughing, turned around, cupped my face in her hands and kissed me hard and affectionately on the lips. "Mum", I started. "Look honey, I can't promise anything", she interjected. "I've never done it before and I know it can really hurt. We can try it, but I just don't know", she tailed off. We stood and looked at each other. Her eyes flicked from side to side and I could tell she was waiting for my reaction and I realised she was genuinely worried that she couldn't give me what she thought I wanted. I corrected myself- I did want it and I had hoped we could try it at some stage but it seemed so unlikely that I never really entertained the possibility. "Mum", I said, now taking her face in my hands, "You don't need to do this!" I tried to be as sincere as I could. I wanted to do this but, at the same time, I didn't want her to do something that could be really painful just for my sake. "It was just a fantasy and we're already way beyond anything I ever thought could happen!" In a low voice she slowly said, "I'm okay with it, kid. I want to try it. I'd thought about it in the past but most importantly I want to make your fantasy come true". As she said this she put her hand onto my penis and gently, but firmly, squeezed it. I could see how much she meant it. With an attempt at a serious expression she said, "And I can see you like the idea too". I cracked and burst out laughing and mum grinned at me. I couldn't remember the last time we'd laughed and grinned at each other like we had in the last day. When I'd stopped laughing and composed myself I said, "Yeah, mum. I'd love to". Part 6 I was glad when we made it back to the hotel in one piece. I disliked driving in places I didn't know and my mind hadn't been as focused on the road as it could have been. We'd had a near miss when I pulled out in front of a car that I could have sworn wasn't there. The driver seemed to think I should have noticed his car and punctuated his gestures with blasts of his horn. A light snowfall began as we got our shopping from the car and locked up. By the time we'd walked up the two flights of stairs to our room the snow was coming down thick and fast, and the sky was a dark grey. It hadn't even gone three o'clock. A companionable silence had developed on the way back from town and as I became aware that we weren't talking as much as we had been I concerned myself that we'd lost our impetus to go to bed with each other again. I soon realised that this feeling was unfounded when I'd looked across at mum in the passenger seat. She'd been sitting dreamily staring straight ahead and didn't notice me looking at her for a moment or two. When she did she gripped my free hand between her two, looked me in the eye and told me, "I love you". With that she leaned over and gave me a slow, gentle kiss in the corner of my mouth where my lips and cheek met. Back indoors mum joined me at the window of our room, which looked out across the car park and onto the services' filling station. The motorway was just visible between the branches of some small spruces that had been planted along the top of the embankment above the road. The room was well sound insulated and the traffic was almost inaudible in the gathering dark. I was enjoying watching the snow fall. The bright lights of the service station picked the flakes out in stark contrast to the leaden sky and the sound of the motorway traffic became even more muffled. Mum had lifted my arm, almost without me noticing, and was now standing with her shoulder underneath mine and her head resting on my chest. We felt close and relaxed and I could remember standing like this countless times in the past. Today it was different. I turned to look at a face I thought I knew but today I was seeing so many different facets of the woman who was gazing back at me. Our mouths moved towards each other and our lips met softly. They pushed into each other, parted, met again, and when they came back together they were open and softly tugging. My eyes closed and I was aware of nothing more than the heat and form of her arms and chest against mine and of her searching lips. A little over an hour later I found myself lying on the bed with unfocused eyes, gazing dreamily out the window at the falling snow. The room was beautifully warm and on another day I would have drifted off to sleep. After we had kissed Mum had ushered me into the bathroom to shower and when I had come back out the room had changed beyond recognition. My first impression was that it seemed warm and homely- the curtains had been drawn except for a small gap through which I could see the falling snow and the light from the car park below. Candles flickered on the bedside cabinets and on each end of the dressing table, which was opposite the foot of the bed. The thermostat had been turned up several degrees and the air felt comfortable against my bare skin. The quilt cover had been pulled back invitingly to reveal the clean white sheets, and there was the faintest smell of incense. Mum had been standing to one side as I came out of the bathroom and looked around. I turned back to see her smiling in pleasure at my reaction to her efforts. She slowly walked over to me and put her arms around my waist, the quiet smile still lighting her features. I relished the feel of her clothes against my skin, as it made me feel the power imbalance. She pushed her nose forward and touched the tip to the hollows at the base of my neck and gently ran it upwards underneath my jaw until, finally, her lips pressed into my chin in a sucking kiss. "You wait here while I get ready", she said with her voice barely above a murmur. With that she turned and walked into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her. At first I lay on the bed in a state of excitement, bordering on agitated anticipation, and listened to the steady hiss of the shower. After some time I became more relaxed but longed for her to come back into the room and join me. The shower had stopped a short time ago and I heard some muted clinks, as if mum was moving glass bottles on the porcelain sink top. Those noises stopped too and then all I could hear was the faint rumbling of the motorway traffic, distant voices and the occasional 'clump' as a fire door downstairs closed behind passing guests. After what seemed like an eternity I heard the bathroom lock twist open and the bedroom was flooded with light. Rolling over on the bed I briefly saw mum's silhouette in the doorframe before she flicked off the light switch. It took a second or two for my eyes to readjust to the soft candle light and then I drank in the sight of her. She was standing a couple of feet back from the edge of the bed with her weight on one leg looking stunning. Mum was wearing the lacy white Basque that we had bought on our trip to the shopping mall earlier. My chest tightened as I looked at her and saw how it clung to her figure, accentuating her breasts and hips and narrowing her waist. A hint of her pale skin was visible through the barely see-through white lace of the body and her nipples were dark smudges under the floral pattern of the bra. My arousal was heightened more as my gaze drifted downwards to her hips. A lace band ran round the bottom edge of the Basque and covered the top of her low-cut knickers but as the front panel was almost totally transparent, except for a sparse pattern of flowers and leaves, the dark curls of her pubic hair were clearly visible. The image of her dark hair had stuck with me throughout the years and seeing her dressed like this for my benefit was extraordinarily erotic. While I sat on the bed mum slowly walked towards me, hips swaying. My astonishment and arousal were complete and I could not bring a word past my lips as she walked up to the edge of the bed, leaned forward and cupped my face in her hands. Her expression was quietly confident and did not betray any hint of excitement, although I thought I could see the barest suggestion of her enjoyment at my stunned silence. Still cradling my face she brought hers to mine and instead of kissing me, like I expected, she opened her mouth and stroked her tongue up over my lips before pulling back a fraction to look at me. I stared up into her big eyes, which seemed to fill her face, and felt totally powerless. I had loved this woman all my life and in the last twenty four hours I had seen a side to her that was passionate, sensual, sexy and eager to please. She had the most exquisite touch and had the ability to turn me into a shuddering wreck with her caress. I raised my hands and placed them on her arms, savouring the feel of her cool skin against my palms. Lifting my chin I reached out for her lips and felt their soft touch as mum leaned forward and took my top lip between hers. My hands slid down to her shoulders and I could feel the rough straps of her Basque in contrast to the silky, smoothness of her skin. I ran my hands down over her shoulders and onto her back, pressing them firmly against the fabric, feeling the texture varying between smooth, silky material and the courser lace floral pattern. My arousal increased as I thrilled at the narrowing of her waist and the broadening of her hips before I found my hands on the cool skin between her panties and stockings. "Mum you look absolutely gorgeous", I said, voice cracking with lust. She did. I could tell that she had made herself up very carefully and the result was very subtle with the lightest hints of eye shadow, blusher and a transparent, glossy lipstick. Mum had gone back to college after dad died and studied as a beautician. Her attention to detail and easy manner with people stood her in good stead and she had eventually opened her own shop in one of the lanes off the pedestrian precinct. "Thanks hon", she replied as I sat up on the edge of the bed and pulled her towards me. "How do you like this?" she asked, looking down at her lingerie. "Out of this world mum. Really beyond belief." With that I reached round behind her and put my hands on the generous swell of her hips. "I just love your bum. Have you any idea how sexy you are?" She smiled and pushed her bottom back into my hands, "I'm glad you think so". Squeezing her in my hands I slid off the bed and onto my knees on the floor. I felt a slight burn on my cheek from the friction between my face and her panties as I dropped down between her legs but I wasted no time and opened my mouth and engulfed the ridge between her pubic bone and the soft swell of her opening with my lips and tongue. Still holding her bottom in my hands I urgently squeezed and caressed it through the satin fabric while I ran my tongue along the gusset of her knickers. I continued doing so until the moisture from my saliva and her juices began to soak through the thin material. Only then did I turn my head and start kissing the smooth, soft flesh of her legs that was exposed between the tops of her stockings and her panties. I kissed, licked and sucked the delicate skin on the inside of her left thigh- working my way back to the see-through knickers that I'd picked out for her only hours before. All the while my hands frantically explored her bottom, the feel of which sent me into a near frenzy. Once I had kissed and licked the exposed skin of her left leg, working my way back to focus my attention on the gusset of her knickers, I turned my attention to the other leg. I worked my way upwards, sensually kissing and licking the smoothness of her inner thigh. As quickly as I could I slid my fingers under the hem of her panties and pulled them to the side, which let me thrust my nose and tongue up into the wetness of her lips. I put aside all efforts at sensuality and thrust my tongue as deep into her folds as I could, licking forwards towards her clitoris. My efforts paid off and I managed to take mum by surprise. Her upper body lurched forward, she said something incoherent and steadied herself by grasping at my shoulders and neck. The suddenness of her movement and shift of weight nearly toppled me backwards onto the wooden bed frame and I had to fight to keep myself upright. Recovering a little I felt a wave of warmth wash through me as I thrilled at the effect my licking had had on mum. "Oh, honey!" she gasped, running her fingers through my hair, "That's so good". While I was hugely turned on by being knelt between mum's stocking-clad legs I was quickly realising that I wouldn't be able to continue on in this position for much longer. I licked along the length of her lips a few more times before leaning back and looking up into her face. Mum was still leaning on my shoulders with her hands to support her weight and had bent forward slightly to give me unhindered access to her vagina. Looking upwards I could see that her mouth had opened involuntarily and her eyes had closed with the sudden change in intensity when I had begun licking her in earnest. Without a word I leaned back on the bed frame and used it to lever myself up to my feet. Mum and I now stood pressed against each other and I took her in my arms, hugging her fiercely and kissing her with passion. For the briefest of seconds I remembered that I was her son and I suddenly felt like I should have been submissive- after all she had raised me and the mother-son relationship was not traditionally one of equals. The moment of hesitation and weakness passed and I gave myself to kissing her and feeling the passion of her response. Our lips bumped, bashed and pressed against each other in a rough, bruising manner as we kissed before our mouths opened and our tongues found each other, slipping and sliding together. Mum's eyes were closed and I could see her jaw working in my peripheral vision before I closed mine again and reached round to grasp her bum and roughly explore it with my fingers. We stood, kissing, for a few blissful minutes before I brought my hands up to mum's shoulders and gently turned her round, steering her towards the bed. As her calves touched the bed frame she let me gently guide her down to a sitting position. This momentarily brought her face level with my crotch and she, seemingly reflexively, sat forward and guided my penis into her open mouth with her hands. This took me by surprise and I looked down on the fantastic sight of my beautiful mother, with the dark hair spilling down her shoulders in stark contrast to the white lingerie, who was hungrily sucking me. Mum glanced up, all eyes, sensing my stillness and seeing me watching her as her head bobbed back and forward in time with her hand on my shaft. The unbelievable reality of the situation was almost too much for me and I suddenly felt the come begin to rise in my penis and threaten to flood mum's mouth. Not wanting to reach orgasm so quickly I hurriedly withdrew my penis from between her lips. "Mum, I almost came the second you started doing that!" I admitted, simultaneously, realising what an effect she had on me and feeling less than manly because of my short staying power. Mum didn't say a word but opened her mouth and playfully thrust her head forward as if trying to seize hold of me again. I laughed out loud and looked down at her adoringly. She beamed her smile back at me as I put my knees on either side of her legs and gently eased her back onto the bed so that she was lying flat. Sleeping with my Enemy My first long-term relationship was with a man called Dieter. Dieter was so important to me that I spent my last night in the city with him instead of my family. The funny thing is that I didn't want anyone else to know I was seeing him. When we were together he was an active member of the NPD party. NPD is the polite way to say Neo-Nazi in Germany and I was a second generation immigrant girl, the kind of people they generally spoke against. Everything started in high school where I had a secret crush on him. He was unaware of me because he was a class older and I was unaware of his opinions. The only person that knew about me liking him was Annette, my closest girlfriend. She was distantly related to him and knew his opinions before I did. That why she always flatly refused to introduce us and one day at her house I understood that she was trying to protect me. "Georgia, hurry, come and watch your boyfriend on TV," she said. I ran, expecting to see someone who looked like Dieter doing something stupid. Instead I saw Dieter himself doing something stupid. He was marching in a NPD rally next to riot police and screaming left-wing protesters. "When did that happened?" I asked Annette, full of disappointment upon seeing him on the TV. "Since high school, but you weren't close enough to notice...," she replied. "It's better this way," she added after a while. What I saw was enough to make me keep my distance from Dieter. For a year it worked but luck had it and we met again. It was the end of July when Dieter came back into the picture. Annette, her boyfriend and I, went to a club opening in a nearby town. Dieter was there with two of his friends and when Annette saw him she told me about it, even though she didn't bother saying hello to him. "Don't do anything stupid while I am away!" she warned me and left me alone in the bar so she could spend time with her boyfriend. I couldn't help but look secretly, taking my time to glance at Dieter which that day didn't look like a Neo-Nazi. His blond hair was shorter than the last time I'd seen him and he had lost the beard. I liked seen him clean saved for a change and although I couldn't see all of his body behind the bar he was sitting, from what I could see he still kept the slim and toned athletic body that attracted me in the first place. I had stop being discrete. His presence had mesmerized me. Then, to my horror, he picked up on my interest and smiled at me. I looked the other way and ended up smiling coquettishly at the girl next to me. His attention excited me and scared me at the same time. For most German girls, a relationship with him would be taboo, but for a second generation immigrant girl like myself, it could be dangerous. What's next I thought? Maybe nothing if he didn't approach me, because I certainly wouldn't make the first move. His believes scared me but in a club full of people I felt safe. I also gave him the benefit of the doubt. I allowed him in my mind for so many years that I couldn't accept that he was evil as a Nazi is. Gathering all my courage, I turned my head towards him and his friends and when he alone was looking, I smiled back. "Is this seat taken?" I heard from beside me and turning, I gazed into Dieter's blue eyes. "My name is Dieter, by the way." "Annette," I replied, giving him the first name that came to mind and I immediately invited him to sit next to me. "Your friends left early, how come?" I asked, hoping that they were truly gone. "No pretty girl smiled at them all night," he said. We started talking and he was more interesting and seductive than I ever imagined. Every time he asked me a question that could give away my immigrant background, I lied. I pretended I didn't know anything about him either. With all the lies I had told him and knowing his believes about people like me I didn't want things to go too far, but I couldn't restrain myself. We were coming closer and the situation becoming more erotic, me being as much to blame as him. Without realizing it I found myself having pushed my butt back at the edge of the sit and my chest out to seem more voluptuous. It didn't take long and I caught his gaze going down my back and stopping at my ass or staring at my boobs as we were talking. I was very relaxed in front of him and I let him seduce me. I accepted his proposal to go to the second floor where it was more private. Other couples were making out in the dark. So did we. We French kissed with our tongues exploring wildly. His hands left my waist and explored my ass and my boobs and went under my skirt rubbing my pussy. Dieter's confidence reached new heights as we was making progress so fast with me and he couldn't wait to get into my pants. Kissing and hugging we moved to the uni-sex bathrooms and locked ourselves in a stall. We couldn't keep our mouths separate and our hands off each other. He raised my dress and stroked my butt before he lowered my red g-string, splitting my butt cheeks. His fingers on my wet pussy almost made me cum. I frantically unbuttoned his blue jeans and took his thick cock out. It was growing bigger in front of my eyes as he slipped a condom on. I turned around to take off my dress and underwear and I hanged them on the door. When I turned around again to face him he was staring me with his mouth open. In my fantasies when I was having sex I was always naked, so my brain forced me to do what it already knew. For him though my behaviour seem deliberate and though I was teasing him. The site of my completely naked body, in front of him, inside a club, made him crazy as he later told me. He started kissing, licking and biting me from my neck down to my boobs and all the way to my pussy. I turned around allowing him my back and leaned against the wall. We connected and as his dick pummeled my pussy I was moaning loudly. I never imagined I would feel so good being taken like that in a bathroom. My moaning had some people complaining and we got interrupted before any of us had a change to cum. We went outside the club and I would probably have left with him but Annette texted me and told me to get back in. She heard that there was an incident in the toilets and tried to find me but couldn't and that got her worrying sick. I told her what had happened and after hearing the story she said that I was being stupid. She was afraid about what could happen if Dieter learned I wasn't what he considered a 100% German. She insisted I should not see him anymore, but it was too late. I had already agreed to meet him again. I knew that I was putting her in an awkward position. She didn't want anything to do with Dieter and at the same time she wanted to support me and keep me safe. She also knew that I might had trouble keeping my distance from him and advised me that I keep my relationship with Dieter short and only for sex. I was very happy that she supported me and I knew I was going to need her support so promised her that if it got dangerous or weird I would end it. Dieter didn't waste any time and called me the next day, to invite me to his place. That first time I went to his home, his dad was away. He was a truck driver and sometimes was away for weeks but even when he was there, we had a big attic room to ourselves, so we could always be alone. We went up to his room and hastily started undressing. As I lay on the bed playing with my pussy I couldn't help but to notice he had two huge banners hanging ominously over the bed head. One of them was the NPD party flag and the other I didn't know then. I would have preferred it if we had gone into a different room, but I didn't say anything. I could see that his cock was fully erect and he slipped on a condom. We went under the covers and started kissing and caressing. I persuaded him to cuddle a bit and he spooned me from behind. While cuddling and kissing and with his cock rubbing on my butt, I asked him if his father approved of the party he had chosen. I feared that if his dad was a member of NPD the situation could become more dangerous for me. "He's not a fan," he said, "but he doesn't care either." "Do you mind?" he asked me back. I swallowed my tongue, preferring not to answer and let him kiss me again and again and play with my pussy until I couldn't wait any longer. He jumped on top of me and with his cock being very hard, he sank it inside me, making me scream with pleasure. It was so much better than the first time. I could feel his warm body pressing against mine while he was driving his cock in and out of my pussy. When my orgasm came I yelled out for everyone to hear, as my body was paralyzed by waves of warmth and pleasure. I turned around and faced him, his hard cock rested on my belly. I kissed him passionately to let him know how pleased I was with him, while at the same time playing with his member. "Do you have time for another one?" he asked me. "No, I am sorry, it's getting late and I have to go home," I told him and at the same time removed the condom and dived under the covers taking him in my mouth. I made him grab the covers as I sucked his cock and I heard him scream my name as he was cumming, calling me 'Annette' and not 'Georgia'. That ruined it all, I left his home feeling guilty about lying to him. I wanted to tell the truth but I was afraid of his reaction. I wrote him an email telling him the truth about me, but I didn't apologize. I wrote how I had been crazy about him since school and I was scared of his beliefs on immigrant and their kids. My parents being immigrants didn't bother him, he wrote in his answer, since our relationship would be about sex and not marriage. It was offending the way he wrote it but it was the truth. I felt the same way and I was looking forward for our next encounter. The day after his reply, he called and asked me to come to his house. I expected a return fuck, harder than before, but he was too violent, with way too much slapping and hair pulling - something I didn't enjoy. I called him the next day and made it clear to him that he had to take it easy or the next time would be our last. Apparently he didn't want me to go because afterwards his behavior was not so rough. We started to see each other regularly with Annette covering for me if my parents asked questions, but again, about a month in, he did something that almost ended it all. I was at his place and he told me wanted to try something new. He tied me face down to his father's bed wearing only my panties and wrote provocative words on my body. Then he told me that he would cum on me and then he would take pictures and send them to my parents so that they could see what I was really like. He continued playing with me despite my pleading and he pretended to call his friends and act out a conversation, telling them what whore I was. Finally, we had anal sex and I was grateful that it stopped there. When he untied me, we had a huge fight and I didn't visit him again for three weeks. He called me several times and said that he was only role-playing and that he thought I was playing along and promised to let me know from now on. A Public Holiday connected to a weekend was approaching and we agreed to spend it together at his place. It was like a restart of our relationship. With great expectations, on a Friday afternoon I moved in with him. From the moment I got into his house, he showed me his intentions for the holiday. He was waiting for me behind the door and asked me to give him a blowjob. I didn't mind and in fact I had missed his cock. I gave his head a kiss and then took the thing in my mouth. I deep-throated it even when his fat cock was at full length and then took a full load on my tongue. Next morning after a night of sex, I decided to do some cleaning, especially at their living room which was a mess. There was a bench press, weights lying around, along with clothes, books, dvds, magazines and newspapers...you name it, there was even food grease on the TV screen. I couldn't stand the untidiness in there. Leftover food packages and plates left first, then clothes and newspapers. An hour later Dieter came down. He took a slice of pizza from the kitchen, sat on a sofa and switched on the TV. I was removing the cover from one of the sofas and told him that he should get up from the couch so I could remove that cover as well. He got up and left me to struggle with the couch cover for a while before he came behind me and pulled my leggings down, destroying it at the process. "What are you doing there?", I asked him. I was sweaty by all the cleaning and I couldn't see myself as being sexy. He had a different opinion, he bent me over on the couch and stuffed my pussy with his tongue before entering it with his cock. He was banging me hard as he was trying to make a point but being very early in the day I was rested and I enjoyed his onslaught until he left me cut in half from my orgasm. He raised me gently and we kissed. "What was that?" I asked him. "I want to see if you are really burned out after sex," he said and left to play soccer with friends. I don't know if they let him play. When he came back he wasn't tired at all and we did it twice more. In the process some of my favorite shirts and leggings got ripped so I decided to spent the rest of the weekend wearing only a g-string and one of his shirts. From then on we were steadily together for about two years. As far as I know, I was the only girl in his life. My parents never learned anything because Annette covered for me. I felt bad about that too, she was the one who was left worrying. As we couldn't walk outside together we spent all our time at his home and he respected my wish not to bring any friends over. I had a lot of my books and clothes at his home, especially underwear and dresses that I couldn't keep in my parent's house. While we were together, he was also active with the NPD and went to activities, but how that came out in our relationship and our bed varied. I don't know if he believed all the things he said when we talked or did stuff together, but for a 20-year-old man he seemed very aware of his behavior. As we were young and experimenting, I was more tolerant of his misconduct and I learned to take a lot of the things that he did as sex play. I decided consciously, that since his behavior didn't threaten me and he covered my sexual needs, I was willing to live with this side of him. His NPD affiliations were harder to come to terms with. I was born and raised in Germany from immigrant parents and I love Germany very much. I can't call any other place 'home' and I never had a real issue, as everyone considers me fully integrated. So when Nazis say what they say, I get offended. After all, my parents had adopted the local lifestyle and expected me to do the same, so I did. All my friends are German and all my lovers are too. Maybe that means I had to find a way to live with Nationalists and even more their racist extension, the Neo-Nazis. Although ending up in bed with one of them, was still a very strange way to do it. Sleeping with my Mother-in-Law "Three weeks! Are you serious?" "She's not that bad. Plus, you really haven't had a chance to get to know her. This will be your chance, especially with me being out-of-town the first three days." "Are you kidding? That's what makes it so much worse! I can't believe you're leaving me with her. That's just not right." In the end, it was a battle I was never going to win. My mother was coming to stay, and that was that. But truth be told, although I made a big deal over her staying at our place, I really didn't mind...not one bit. Why? Simply put, my wife's mother was the most gorgeous woman I've ever laid my eyes on. My wife, Summer, was born when her mother was only 16. Seeing that we were both only 20 when we got married last year, that put Summer's mother Wendy only in her mid 30's. And honestly, she hardly looked that old. To describe Wendy in words will hardly do her justice. But Wendy was of average height -- about 5 foot 6 -- and had curves in all the right places. She had an hourglass figure, with a waist you could almost put your hands around. Below her waist she had long, slender legs that made her look taller than she was. Above her waist, though, laid without question her best assets. Simply put, her tits were huge...and firm. After meeting my mother for the first time while we were dating, I once asked Summer if "they were real?" Summer didn't take too kindly to the question -- accusing me of oodling over her mother -- but she did say that as far as she knew, they were real. I'm not sure I believed it, but I didn't really care. I think Summer was a little sensitive to my question because in contrast to her mother, she did not have a big chest. Summer had more of the athletic body, seeing that she was on the college cross country team. She was sexy in her own way, but in a totally different way than her mother. So all that said, I was actually real excited to spend some time with my mother. The next few weeks flew by and, before I knew it, the day was here that Wendy was coming to stay. Summer had left for a friend's wedding the day before, and I was responsible for picking Wendy up from the airport. Driving to the airport, I tried to put out of my mind any thoughts I had for Wendy. I knew they were wrong, so I tried to just think of my life with Summer and how great it was. I stopped at the loading zone and waited for Wendy. A few minutes later, the airport doors opened, and I knew I was in very big trouble. Dressed in a skin-tight pair of capris and a t-shirt that showed off her belly button, Wendy immediately started smiling at me and walked straight to the car. I got out to the car and opened the trunk. When Wendy got to the trunk, she dropped her luggage and put her arms around me. "So good to see you! I've missed you and Summer so much." Hugging her back, I couldn't get any words out of my mouth. As she put her arms around me, all I could think about was her massive chest rubbing up against my own. The hug seemed to last forever, and had the result of making my cock rock hard. I ended the hug, put her luggage in the trunk, and got into the car. On the way home, Wendy fell asleep. Given she had three flights to get across the country to see us, it didn't surprise me. What did surprise me, though, was what I saw when I looked over at the passenger's seat. Wendy's low cut t-shirt was basically falling off. Not only had the bottom of her t-shirt ridden up on her stomach, but the way she was leaning against the door, I could basically see most all of her right boob. Not wanting to be caught, I was careful to only look over in glimpses, but each glimpse just made me want more and more. Suddenly, at one point, she woke up... "What are looking..." Looking down, she then saw her shirt barely covering her chest. "Oh I'm sorry!" "Oh I didn't mind," I grumbled. "What was that?" she asked. "Oh nothing, never mind." "No really, what did you say?" "No, you don't want to know." "Yes I do! What did you say?" "Oh, I just said that I didn't mind." The moment I said it, I regretted it. For the next few miles, there was a very awkward silence. She must have realized that I was turned on by her body, and she didn't how to respond. So we just drove in silence. "So," she finally said, "are you saying you liked what you saw?" "Well, um, I guess so. Yes. How could I not, look at you!" "Oh. I didn't realize you thought of me that way." "I'm pretty sure any guy would die to be with a woman with a body like yours." "Including you?" "Well, I mean, I am married to your daughter, so no." "So you're saying you wouldn't have me if you had a chance." I didn't know where this conversation was going, so I was glad when we pulled up to the driveway. "Let's just get your stuff and go inside." I got out of the car and took Wendy's stuff up to her room. "Here's your room," I said. "Make yourself at home. I'll be going to bed pretty soon because I have to get to work early tomorrow. "Me too. I'll be taking a shower and then getting some sleep." "Alright, well I'll see you in the morning." I closed the door to the guest room and went back to my room, but I just couldn't get our conversation out of my mind. Was she coming on to me? I wasn't sure, but I just knew I needed to get some sleep and get my thoughts clean again. A few minutes later, though, as I was about to jump in bed, I heard a knock on the door... "You awake?" "Ya, come on in." Suddenly, the door opened, and my mouth dropped. Dressed in a short, one-piece nightie that accentuated her chest more than before, Wendy walked over to me. "I've got a problem," she started. So did I, but I quickly covered mine with a pillow. "I just can't sleep on water beds," she said. "Oh really?" "Yes, my back just doesn't agree with them...I need something firmer. Do you have somewhere else I can sleep?" Thinking fast, I couldn't think of anywhere else. Our couches and sofas were just too short to have anyone sleep on them, and I actually didn't like water beds either. "I don't know why Summer insisted on getting a water bed for the guest room -- we've had trouble with this before. Some people just don't like water beds. Honestly, I just don't know another place for you to sleep." "What if we switched beds?" she asked. "No, I hate water beds myself. We'll have to go out tomorrow and buy you a different bed. For tonight, we'll have to figure out something else." Thinking harder, I began to look at my bed. It was a king bed, and there would be plenty of room. Before I could think through it all, Wendy blurted out. "How about your bed? Do you think we could share, just for one night?" Looking at her sexy body, I knew that wasn't a good idea. There's no way in the world I could keep to myself with such a hot body in bed with me. "Well, I don't know. What would Summer say?" "Oh, she's my daughter. She wouldn't mind. Plus, there's really no other options are there?" She had a point. So we both got in bed. Me on the left, she on the right. "Goodnight Wendy." "Goodnight. Thanks for understanding." As the lights went out, Wendy took the covers over her body, turned over, and went to sleep. I just laid there, stunned that I was in bed with my wife's mother. But I eventually fell asleep. Half way through the night, I woke up, shivering. Looking over at Wendy, she had taken all of the covers, and I was freezing. I worked my way over to her, and started to gently peel off the covers from her body. As I lifted up the covers from her body, I got the shock of my life. Her nightie had completely bundled up at her waist, and her ass was completely exposed! Not only that, but she had no underwear on at all! I just laid there in shock, and stared. I couldn't believe how sexy of an ass she had. Her ass was toned, tanned, and perfectly shaped. I had to touch it. Lifting up the covers, I gently slid my body closer to her body, and brought my hand down to her ass. Slowly, I ran my hand along the tops of her thighs and crease of her ass. I didn't know what I was doing anymore and didn't really care. Then, suddenly, I heard a moan come out of Wendy's mouth... "Oooo. Mmmm. Don't stop." I was caught. "Please don't stop. It's been so long." Before thinking about whether I should continue, she reached her right hand around her body and went down inside my pants. "Oh wow. Looks like someone is ready for some fun." Grabbing my dick, she started pumping my cock up and down, as I started to play deeper into her ass. As we kept going, I started instinctively getting closer and closer to her body. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and reached around her body and grabbed her tits. Pulling her closer and closer into my body, I started rubbing my cock up and down her ass. Laying there body-to-body next to a goddess, grinding my cock against her backside, was the most erotic moment of my life. Out of the blue, Wendy stopped everything, pushing her body away from mine. Thinking she had gotten second thoughts on what we were doing, I dropped my hands to my side and looked up at her, sadly. Wendy then got up on her knees, looked right at me, and then got a huge smile on her face. Lifting her nightie up over her body, she was completely naked right in front of me. Looking over her body, I couldn't take my eyes off her massive, firm, but well-proportioned tits. "You like? Considering how small my daughter's chest is, I don't blame you for liking these!" She was right. Even though Summer was smoking hot, her mother had curves that were unmatched. The more I stared at Wendy's curves and tits, the more my lust took over my body. With that, I grabbed her around the waist, bringing her back down to the bed. I began to take her tits in my mouth, sucking on her nipples with reckless abandon. As I sucked on her tits, her hand kept massaging my rock hard dick, as she went up and down on my cock. As my lips kept at her nipples, I could feel the heat coming from below. I slowly started to kiss her lower and lower, making my way down her stomach to her waiting love hole. Starting with the area around her pussy lips, I gently kissed her upper thighs, then inside her legs, then around her pussy. Without warning, I plunged my tongue down her hole and started french kissing her pussy lips. Stroke after stroke, I used my tongue like a sex toy. Pulling her body closer and closer to me, I pushed my tongue deeper and deeper into her pussy. Feeling the ecstasy coming from my tongue, Wendy put both hands behind my head and pulled me closer and closer into her pussy. Barely able to breathe, I keep licking and kissing every fold of her pussy. Finally, I could feel her whole body tense up. Pulling me deeper into her body, she let out a deafening scream. Her body cumming in force, I felt her pussy contract again and again, cumming all over my mouth. Letting out a huge sigh, she fell onto her pillows. A few seconds later, she crawled up to me and said, "your turn!" With that, she grabbed a hold of my cock and quickly swallowed it whole. Using her tongue with expert precision, she went up and down on my cock, sucking the head of my cock deep into her throat. Every time I thought I was about to cum, she would slow down and look into my eyes, as if to say, 'not yet big boy'... As she sucked on my cock, I took my hands and placed them on the back of her head, pulling her closer and closer to my body. I was in heaven, and the best was yet to come. After a few minutes, I decided enough was enough. I needed to get inside her pussy. I grabbed her by the shoulders and started kissing her. Laying next to her body, looking into her eyes, I knew I had found the lust of my life. "I've wanted you from the moment I saw you," I said. Hearing that, she grabbed my cock, and guided it into her soaking pussy hole. I could tell she wanted me as much as I wanted her. As my cock went deeper and deeper into her pussy, her firm tits kept rubbing up against my chest. Most of the way in, I finally gave one huge push, and my balls slapped against her ass. I was bigger than I'd ever been before, and her pussy swallowed me whole. Once inside, I started pounding her again and again. With each thrust I could feel my cock hit the deep end of her pussy. I was so deep I felt like I was in her stomach. As I kept fucking my wife's mother, I never wanted it to end. Plunging deeper and deeper into her pussy, I started kissing her with passion. Wendy started to moan louder and louder, finally letting out... "I'm cumming!" With my cock pistoning her pussy faster and faster, I could feel her pussy start to contract. Finally pulsating over and over again, I could feel her reach a massive orgasm that flooded my cock with loads of cum. Feeling her pussy pulsate with pure ecstasy was too much for me...I was feeling my eruption coming on. As I kept pounding her throughout her orgasm, I finally wrapped my arms around her body, which she responded with wrapping her legs around my waist. With my cock deep within her pussy, her huge tits rubbing up against my chest, our lips pressed together in lust, I gave one more thrust with my big thick cock. Feeling the semen go right through my cock, I deposited stream after stream of cum deep into her pussy. Holding her tighter and tighter, I could feel my cock completely empty itself of all cum. Her screams of pleasure just added to the ecstasy of moment, as I looked in her eyes with my cock fully engorging her pussy. Finally empty of all cum, I fell next her body and looked her squarely in the face. "Maybe I'll hold off on getting you a new bed for a couple days." Her smile back to me said it all. Sleeping with My Muse The whisper of my lips against her ear echoed an irrepressible shudder between us. My nose burrowed into her neck and pillow. Her body sighed. We adjusted, pressing together for warmth from our chilled apartment. "What time does Maintenance arrive to fix the heat?" "Sometime tomorrow." She replied still slumbering. With a smile, I knew she had only partially heard me and wouldn't remember our conversation in the morning. I dozed in and out of sleep throughout the night like usual, reading a digital novel in my palm to pass the time. I don't know what time I drifted, but I was roused by a wave of air rushing over my body, arching my back in crippling bliss. A glimpse of her voracious expression flashed before my eyes in the middle of rib-rocking orgasm. Her lips devoured my pussy ravenously as her fingers plunged in and out, reeking exuberant havoc as she pillaged my inner walls. My pussy clenched and spasmed against the siege of her delicate aggressions. My chest heaved, voice screamed. Its high pitches rang in our eardrums with lustful vivacity. I wanted her fingers so eagerly, as she torturously teased me, withdrawing them with such leisure, licking my cum off her pointer, middle and thumb, that I lunged forward and yanked her mouth to mine. I rolled her over, raised her nightshirt over her stomach, and feathered her with sensual fingertips. Then halted.... A confused expression crossed my face. "How did you get my pajamas off without waking me?" She grinned excitedly, playfully hiding her expertise, which could only be revenged by my flock of ticklish fingers reaping her squirms and squeals beneath me. .... We locked eyes. She continued to laugh as I locked her hands above her head and ground into her slowly. The gyration of my hips freed a small, but vividly audible moan from her breathy lips. I leaned in for a kiss, pecking forehead, cheeks, nuzzling her nose and landing multiple times on her mouth. My tongue backed in and out, building her anticipation. Her teeth latched my bottom lip, just enough to titillate me, and she lifted her butt to meet me on the strikes and strokes of giving. Grunts building, I grappled both hands under one arm and trailed her front with my newly free hand, grabbing and softly pinching breasts, diaphragm, belly. I went until my hand met the rim of her pants. Slowly, I slid my hand beneath the elastic band and drew circles on her skin. I dipped in and out of her warmth, drew my fingers to her clit and back down with the rising tides of her excitement. When she was ready, eyes begging, biting and sucking her bottom lip, we bucked, surfing wave after wave. She screamed, moaning richly against the pounding... pounding... pounding... until our gasps and hollers became the neighbors pounding our wall. We rolled in laughter and fell to bed, cuddled in sweat, until we curled into a deep, welcoming sleep. Her head and hands were cupped by my chin. Knees embraced my knee. Deliciously pleasant smiles wrapped our mouths. And the warmth of our laughter sheltered our souls for the night, as we dreamed one erotic adventure after the next. In the middle of tranquility, my beautiful, erotic worlds warped into one hell after another. Tossing and turning, tumultuous waves of nightmares wrecked my heart against the jagged rocks of emotion. "Sh." She crooned soothingly. Gentle caresses of her breath and hands coaxed my sobs into bitter chokes. "Sh." My quaking ribcage stuttered beneath the sensitive warmth of her forearm's underside. Her palm clasped my collarbone, nose nested my neck, forehead pressed the back of my head. Two "spoons." One healing the other's bent heart. Pulsing, calming, beats of her heart massaged the stress in my stricken spine. I felt my muscles relax into her beautiful love -- the passionate magic recited in fairy tales of bards, druids, mermaids, sirens. Her songstress was the songstress every man and woman encounters when sublimity meets love. A point where romance is only a fragment of what could be shared. I shifted facing her, relieved from worry in the moment we locked eyes. To be before her, was to be completely eased from a swollen, tear-stricken throat. The hyperventilating fears were gone. Her empathy was the aura of light wrung around the moon, kissing it and I as gently and present as wind. I buckled willingly into her, floating on waves of wise silence. Words were not needed to understand the pain in our hearts and joy for seeing our faces in grace of the full moon's light. I loved her for reasons I could not explain, other than our entities felt separate yet one. Lips against my lips. Hips against my hips. I rolled into the intoxication of her teeth biting my skin. "Little bit lower," I thought to say, but what better than softly leading her head there by the hair? Playfully, of course, but still physically communicative. Much easier than verbalizing. Less likely to kill the mood. Somehow without my asking, without signaling in any manner or way, she knew where to go. Giggles and gasps. Swirls of fingers and tongues. Feathering caresses. My every wish was her instinct. Tiny wet kisses traced the concave of my armpit and chased the curve of my breast. Tongue-tipped bliss. I wanted more and it was granted. Suckles circled my nipple, coaxing moans. With irresistible persistence and the endurance of a marathon runner, she built my desire. I needed no patience, for as her lips grazed my belly button I orgasmed. Her tongue sprung into the small well of tingling treasures and surfed me to shore. I sighed deliriously as she licked her way to my hips, burrowing into every secret pleasure spot. Her tongue was so close to my... my ...!!!! I arched in ecstasy as her lips took my clit into the warm haven of her mouth. Her fingers entered my inner temple and massaged its inner walls in worship. Sleeping with My Pregnant Mother When I was about 18 years old, my mother got pregnant with my little sister and we moved to my grandmother's place. We used to live in an apartment before, but with the addition of a new member to our family, my father decided to build ourselves a new house in the suburbs. So, my mother and I moved to my grandmother's while my father was away, busy with the construction. Things had not been going very well between my mother and my father; they had been sleeping in separate rooms for quite a long time. The pregnancy was an accident, which they agreed might be their chance for a new beginning. My grandmother was very old, she lived in a Victorian styled house in the city with my unmarried aunt, my mother's sister. My mother still had her bedroom in the house, which my grandmother used as a guestroom when her children would visit. My mother would sleep on her bed, while I would place a mattress on the floor by the balcony door, so that I could enjoy the fresh breeze of the night while I sleep. My mother maintained a nice figure throughout her pregnancy. Sharing the same room with her, I started becoming more and more aware of her body. At home, in our apartment, I never saw her naked before; she would always close the door when she undressed, and both my father and her were very prude about making love in the house. I started looking at her, at her swollen breasts when she would change in the room, she tried her best to hide it, she would usually turn her back to me while she changed her top, and if she had to undress entirely, she would ask me to leave the room, turn around or close my eyes. I was still able to catch glimpses of her body. I liked her nipples, they were bigger than I expected them to be, and she had large, dark aureoles. I loved her ass, the cheeks pressed tightly against each other. On weekends, when I did not have to go to school, I used to sleep till late, and I would lie there on the mattress and pretend to be asleep and I would wait for hours till she would come back in the bedroom after her shower, wearing only her bathrobe. Thinking I was sound asleep, she would untie her robe and glance at herself in the mirror, looking at her rounded belly. And I would be granted a full frontal view of her vagina, dark and hairy, beautifully contrasting with her fair skin. She was surprisingly quite hirsute, with some black hairs on her armpits and all around her thighs and pubic area. After checking her growing belly - which was not so big, she was only a few months through her pregnancy, and it was just slightly rounded as opposed to her normal slim figure - she would apply some moisturising cream on her legs and arms. She would place one foot on a chair and rub down her thigh, knee and shin; and sometimes her robe would slide down to the side, revealing her entire leg, and from my position on the ground, I could get a clear view of her vagina, and protruding labial lips, which were dark and somewhat uglier than I thought they would be. Hers was the first real-life vagina I had seen in my life. I was still a virgin, and I never had a girlfriend. At the time, internet was not so readily available, so I was not watching any porn, but I did have a few magazines I was jerking off to. The women in the magazines were nothing compared to my mother, they were mostly blonde, had big rounded breasts and small nipples, and bald pussies. After applying her cream, she would put on her underwear. They were often not well matched, some of her panties were old and all bleached out. I loved to watch her slip her panty on, and strap her bra above her belly before turning it around to its right position. Most of her underwear were beige, white or pastel pink. Afterwards, she would remove her robe and put on her dress, I used to love the sight of her body in underwear. Watching her every weekend made me very aroused, I would wait for her to exit the room and masturbate under the sheets. Sometimes, when she would linger around the room, I would make it to the bathroom instead, and I would look for her dirty panties in the hamper, bring them to my nose and masturbate to the scent of my mother's vagina. At night, whenever I was horny, I used to look at her bare thighs from my position on the floor, while she slept on the bed, and masturbate thinking of her hairy vagina. I often wondered how it would feel to drive my cock into those dark lips. Things went on like that, and a month passed. My father came to visit a few times, but I could tell that there was still some tension between them; they were quite distant to each other. Then summer came, and the city was soon a blazing hell. My mother's belly grew slightly bigger, and she started wearing light clothing, without bra. I could clearly see her perking nipples and the shape of her breasts through her clothes. A night, she started sleeping with me on the mattress, because it was too hot on the bed even with the fan on. On the mattress we could feel the cool night breeze, she found it refreshing, and decided to share the mattress with me on those hot summer nights. It made me very happy to finally have her arousing body so close to mine. During the night, I would place my leg on her and she would not mind, she would sometimes take my hand and bring it to her belly and have me feel the life inside. When she was asleep, I would let my hand stray to her breast and gently graze her nipple. It would make me so hard, that my cock would protrude and rest there between my mother's ass cheeks. I used to get so horny that I would turn away from her, and slowly masturbate furtively, so that she would not notice even if she happened to wake up. At first, I thought she was not aware of what I was doing while she was sleeping, but by and by, I started noticing some subtle hints. She would sometimes smile naughtily and look at me with intent eyes before coming to rest by my side on the mattress. Her mild attitude also gave me a faint hint that she did not mind what I was doing. One night when my hand left her belly to look for her nipple, she quivered slightly and her breathing rhythm altered. I removed my hand slowly from her breast and let it rest on her waist, pretending I grazed her nipple by accident, but I could tell that we were both fully awake and lying there awkwardly in bed. I faked sleep, but my cock kept swelling inside my boxers, and it was pressing hard against my mother's ass. I could tell that she could feel it too, for she started shifting slowly, pressing her ass harder on it, then she would remain still and wait for my next move. I gently turned the other way, giving her my back, and I removed my cock from my boxers and started to masturbate myself. No matter how much I tried to hide what I was doing, I knew she could tell since she was fully awake and conscious of each of my movements. I was utterly exited, but also very scared that my mother might wake up anytime and confront me with what I was doing, but instead she did something very unexpected. I sensed her hand moving slightly and nestling between her legs, and she started pleasing herself. Her movements were very subtle, but I knew what she was doing. Within a minute, she stopped and tucked herself away under the sheets. Did I just witness my mother having an orgasm? I soon followed her and cummed, and tucked myself away as well. The next day we both woke up and pretended nothing happened. My mother took the sheets away for cleaning, but did not speak a word about it. The following night, we both went to bed early. As usual, I cuddled her and rested my hand on her belly. Her hair smelled particularly good, she must have washed it with a new shampoo. After about an hour, I felt her movements fade away and I placed my hand on her breast. That time I went further, and did not pretend to merely graze her by accident, but boldly held it properly in my hand, and gently pinched the nipple between my fingers. My cock hardened instantly, and I removed it from my boxers, allowing it to rest naked against my mother's nightie. I could feel the tip of my cock dripping with pre-cum and grazing the rim of her nightie, I slowly let it glide under the cloth and rest against my mother's skin. I was amazed that she was not wearing any underwear. My cock was touching her naked ass cheeks, and I was as hard as I have ever been. I froze for a moment there, waiting to see how my mother would respond to my move, who I knew was not by any means sleeping. She remained motionless, which I took as an encouragement. I moved myself closer to my mother, in the spooning position, my thigh over her ass and my leg resting on hers, and I pressed my cock harder down her ass cheeks, trying to locate her vagina. I could feel it glide across the velvety furry area, soaking it with pre-cum. Then I suddenly felt the head of my cock graze against a fleshy area, and dipped into a warm liquid. I never would have imagined that my mother's vagina would be so wet and warmly welcoming. I struggled for a moment, trying to locate the entrance to her vagina, I had to be careful not to make any sudden gestures, so as not to render my doings too obvious. We were after all both still pretending to be sleeping. Unable to find my way inside her, due to my lack of experience, I decided to forcefully push my cock hard against her vagina. As I started pressing harder, I felt my mother's waist move and her hand shifted its position on the pillow, grabbing the latter with a firmer hold. She then eased herself gently on my hard cock and I gradually felt my cock slide inside her soaking warm vagina. She then remained unmoved, and I hesitantly began penetrating her. I drove my cock all the way inside her, and let it rest there for a while, and very slowly retract it out, inch by inch, still faking accident, in the most absurd of ways. I made sure not to remove it out completely, assuming I would not be able to find my way back in again if it slipped out, and another help from my mother would seem overly obvious that she was consciously doing it. Once the head of my cock reached the entrance of her vagina, I slid it back in again, as slowly as I could. I could not believe that I was inside my mother's vagina, and that she was allowing me to penetrate her. When my cock was all the way inside her, I again let it rest for a while, and I could feel her vagina muscles contract inside and compressing my cock. Was my mother teasing her son's cock inside her? I also left my cock there, and tried to follow her lead and contract my pelvic muscles instead of making an obvious back and forth penetration movement. I felt my cock thicken inside her and jerked in an upward movement, grazing the upper wall of her vagina. She shuddered slightly. We kept that little game of furtive contraction for about a minute, before I shot my load inside her, causing her to jolt again. After that I removed my cock from her vagina, dripping with cum and turned the other way. She masturbated for a few seconds and we both tucked ourselves away and slept. The next day, we once again pretended it never happened. But that night she slept on her bed, and we would not do it again in a long time. But that is another story.