8 comments/ 233114 views/ 55 favorites That's What Good Boys Do Ch. 01 By: sweetsweetboy I came home early from my summer job at the landscaping company, feeling tired, dirty, and, as usual, more than a little depressed. I was eighteen years old and still coming home to my mother's house each night. Not that she minded—we had lived together, just me and her, for most of my life. My first year away at school had been tough on her, and I knew she liked having me around, at least for the summer. What bothered me more, I guess, was that unlike every other guy I knew, I didn't have anywhere else to be that night. The guys at work were nice enough, and would sometime ask me to parties. But parties meant girls, and when it came to girls, I was still clueless. I may as well have still been a kid, the way I felt around them. Even if they tried to talk to me, I'd clam up, and the whole thing would just turn awkward fast. "Just relax," the work buddies would say. "You ain't so bad looking. Just be cool and they'll talk to you." But talking wasn't the problem. What scared me was what came next. The sex stuff... as if I could even imagine getting that far. It wasn't that I didn't think about it constantly—I just really had no clue how to make it happen. It's like, as a guy, you're just supposed to hit a certain age and magically know how to do all this amazing sex stuff with a woman, every time, and always at your smoothest. The guys I knew all seemed to know it all—or at least talked like they did. I thought the sexiest thing in the world would be to get a girl naked and make her feel good. But damned if I knew how. I felt clueless, and that made me not even want to try I guess I was brooding about all of this, as usual, when I walked into the house and down the hallway. My mom's bedroom door was open. I walked past, toward my room, and was about to say hi, when I caught a glimpse of something unusual. I stepped back, quietly, and looked into her doorway. My mother was standing at the foot of her bed, in front of her full-length mirror, with her eyes closed. She was in a pair of tight black panties and a matching bra... and nothing else. I'd seen her walk around half-naked before, but never like this. The bra was black around the straps, but the rest was see-through, like some kind of fine, lacy mesh stretched across her fat tits. My mother has never been a small woman, but she's always been shapely, and, truth be told, I've always loved the way she was built. More than once I've sneaked a peek at her gorgeous, pale cleavage peeking out from her blouse in the morning, and then felt terrible for looking. (But not so terrible that I didn't end up humping on my own pillow all night, picturing those amazing tits brushing against me over and over in my mind.) And standing there, as she was, in the bedroom, the magnitude of her curves became all the more apparent. The bra barely contained her—her breasts hung wide and heavy against her, and from where I was standing I could just barely make out the shapes of her huge nipples pressing out against the fabric. Her back was a flawless soft line, dipping in at the waist and then spreading out, at both sides, into a luxurious spread of hips. The skin indented slightly where the panties started, and her round, wide ass cheeks pressed out against the back of them like a pair of sculpted soft globes. There was a hint of fat along the backs of her thighs—just enough to make you realize, just by looking, how soft they must really be—but otherwise the effect was of someone at once comfortable and solid. In other words, the way a woman should be. I saw the way the panties bunched slightly in the crack of her ass and thought, "This is so wrong." But I didn't look away, and I realized, with a mix of shock and excitement, that my cock was getting rock hard and warm against my thigh. With one hand she was tracing the shape of her own breast through the fabric of the bra. And the other, I realized, was hidden from my view, at the front of her panties, moving in slow circles. She opened her eyes, looked up at her reflection, then saw me in the mirror and gasped out loud. "Oh God!" she said, and threw both hands over her tits. As if that covered anything. "Christ!" I said, at the same moment, and stumbled back past the doorway. She scurried to the door, slammed it shut, then yelled at me through the wood. "Why didn't you tell me you were home?" "I was going to..." "What the hell's wrong with you?" "I didn't know..." "What were you doing, watching me like that?" "What were you doing, mom?" "None of your business," she said, way too quickly. "I was doing... adult things." "I'm an adult, mom." The doorknob twisted and she came out with a robe wrapped around herself. "I didn't think of it that way," she said, looking me up and down. "But I guess maybe you are." "I'm sorry," I said. "You should be," she huffed. Her ears were bright red. "But I'm glad I saw it." It came out before I could even think about it. She glared straight at me. "What did you say?" "I'm sorry," I mumbled. "But you... you looked good." She seemed taken aback. "I... I did?" she asked, quietly. "Yeah," I said. "Even though I wasn't supposed to be watching. You just looked so good." I stared at my feet, suddenly conscious of myself. "Oh," she said, half surprised and half sighing. "Look at you right now. You really are just a sweet boy, aren't you?" I wanted to walk away to my room, but I was too mortified to move. She stepped closer and put her hand on my face. "Mama's sweet boy," she said and shook her head, smiling. She lifted herself up to kiss me on the cheek, and I felt the familiar sensation of her tits pressed against my chest. But this time, she held herself there, and let the robe fall open around her. "Did you really like what you saw?" she whispered, in my ear. "Yeah. I really did." "Oh yeah?" Her voice was different now. A breathy register I'd never heard before. "Did you like seeing your mama in the bedroom like that?" "Yes," I said, barely able to breathe. "Oh God," she said. "It's so wrong." 'What is?" "Can you keep a secret?" she asked, seriously. "You know I can." "Are you sure? I mean, can I really trust you?" "I'm your son, mom. Who can you trust more than me?" "You're so right," she said, and squeezed me slowly. Then she took a step back, stared me straight in the eye, and said, "How would you like to be Mama's sweet boy tonight?" "Oh my god," I said, nearly hyperventilating. She jumped back. "You're right. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." "No, mom, it's not that." I reached down and touched her cheek. "It's just... I would love... I mean... yes." "You... you want that?" she asked, more amazed than anything. "You have no idea how badly." "Can I ask you something?" "You know you can, mom." Smiling, she took my hand and slipped it inside her robe, resting it on the spread of her bare hip. "Do you know what to do with all of this?" she purred. "No," I said and blushed again. I couldn't lie. Not to my own mother. "Well that's alright, baby. Because Mama's going to take you in her room and show you exactly what to do." She led me by the hand, and back into her bedroom. I was too stunned to say anything. And the fact is, too excited. I felt like anything I said might mess it up, make her come to her senses and push me, horrified, back into the hallway. She sat me down on the edge of the bed and then stood in front of me, her thick robe hanging open just enough to expose her long cleavage and the black crotch of her panties. "So what have you done, baby?" "What do you mean?" "You know what I mean," she said. "With girls." "Not much." "Have you kissed a girl?" "Yes." "Have you seen a girl naked?" "No," I muttered, and hung my head. "Oh baby, that's okay," she said. "That's what Mama's here for." She stepped away from the bed and let the robe fall back off her shoulders, onto the floor. Then she stood there, directly in front of me, in nothing but the black bra and panties. "I just bought this outfit and was trying it on," she said. "Though I wasn't sure who it was for." She stood up straight. "Do you like Mama's outfit?" she asked. "Yeah." "Do you like the way Mama looks in it?" "Oooh yeah." She ran her hands over her own, barely clad tits. "Oh baby, you make Mama feel so good when you say that." "I do?" "Oh yeah," she said. "Do you like to make your mama feel good?" "Yes." "I can see," she said, and stared straight at the obvious bulge in my pants. "Is that what Mama does to you?" I nodded without speaking. She stepped closer, so that her legs were on either side of mine, then reached down and grabbed my stiff cock straight through my pants. I let out an audible groan. "Such a sweet boy," she said, and squeezed, feeling my cock throb in her hand, then let go suddenly. "But we need to save that for later. First, Mama needs to teach you what she likes." With one hand she reached back and undid the bra. My mother's heavy tits fell out, and into my face. The nipples were even bigger than I'd imagined, and with beautiful pink circles surrounding them, covering almost the entire breast. With both hands she lifted one and gave it to me. My mouth took it and, like a reflex, started sucking. "That's right, baby. Suck Mama's big tit. Just like you used to. Yeah, nice and soft. Just like that. Put your tongue on Mama's nipple." I ran my tongue across it, and felt the skin go tight as her whole body shivered. "Oh yes, baby. Just like that." She held the tit for me while I lapped slowly, all over it. She tasted like sweat, and something much more ancient. Then she gave me the other one and I went to work, brushing the whole breast with my tongue, and stopping occasionally to suck hard at the nipple. I couldn't quite believe what I was doing. But I couldn't stop either. "Oh god," she said, in a deeper voice now. "That gets Mama so wet. I haven't been this wet in years." She took her tit away and stood straight up again. I prayed she wasn't going to make it stop. "Have you ever seen a pussy, baby?" I shook my head. She stepped forward so that the black panties were right in front of my face. I could see the texture of her bush pushing out against the silky material. Perfectly framing it, on either side, was a thin spread of dark hair that ran down the inside of each thigh and disappeared... well, I couldn't even imagine where it disappeared to. But I hoped she was about to show me. I felt my balls go tight as rubber bands as my cock grew harder than even I had thought possible. "Do you want to see your mama's pussy, baby?" "You know I do," I said, my voice caught in my throat. She slipped her thumbs into her big waistband and slowly pulled her panties down. I gasped out loud when a bush of thick, dark pubic hair sprang out the top of them. It was different than anything I'd seen on the young skinny girls in my dirty magazines—much messier, but somehow much more animal and inviting and... adult. As if she'd read my mind, she said, "This is what a grown woman's pussy looks like, baby." A faint scent hit me, something sweet and musty at the same time. I felt something awaken deep inside my body, as if suddenly smelling something I'd dreamt my whole life and never known the name of. My new favorite smell in the world, I realized with deep, guilty pleasure, was the stink of my own mother's pussy. She slid the panties down and stepped out of them, then held them in one hand. With the other she reached down and put her fingers deep between her thighs. "Do you want to look at Mama's vagina?" she asked. I just nodded. "Good," she half-whispered. "Because Mama wants you to. Mama wants to show you everything, baby." She leaned her shoulders back and used her fingers to spread the hair between her legs. Two thick, swollen pink lips spilled out. She pushed them apart and pulled back, exposing a glistening red clit, nearly wide as my little finger. It looked as hard and worked-up as my own cock, which now threatened to rip straight through my boxer-briefs. "Look at Mama's big clit," she said, in a raw, desperate voice. "Go on, look at it." I stared at it, trying to memorize every tiny rigid curve of it. "Do you like my clit?" "It's beautiful, Mama." "Such a sweet boy," she said. "Do you want Mama to show you what a grown woman does when her clit gets big?" She didn't even wait for an answer, just slipped her middle finger carefully over the tip of her own clit. Instantly her eyes shut tight and her whole body shuddered, and I smelled her again, stronger. "Show me, Mama. Show me what feels good." Her finger darted back and forth across her clit, which was now poking straight out of its sexy little hood. I watched the way she dragged her fingertips just above it, then across the tip of it for just a moment, then in slow circles all around the edges. She stopped, slid her fingers lower, and dipped them, for just a moment, in the dark, hairy place deep between her thighs. Her body shuddered again, and she moaned out loud. When she pulled her fingers out again, they were completely coated in something clear and slippery, which she smeared all over her clit. "Oh God, baby. You got your mama so wet." "Is that a good thing?" She smiled down at me, but didn't stop fingering. "Ooooh yes, baby. It's a real good thing. It's one of the best things a boy can do." With her free hand she lifted up the panties, still bunched in her palm, and lifted them toward me. "Here, baby. Look what you did to your own mama." She pushed the crotch of the panties right up against my face. To my surprise, they were soaking wet. "Oh yeah," she purred. "You really soaked Mama, baby. You made Mama drench her own panties." She pushed them right up against my mouth. Her other hand was working furiously on her fat clit, and she was moaning out loud now. "Come on, baby. Don't be shy. Smell what you did to Mama. What you did to your own mama... your own mama..." Her voice cut short, gasped, and became a long, low scream. I couldn't believe I was hearing any woman make a sound like that, let alone my own mother. I breathed deep and was overwhelmed by the smell of her and the salty taste of her slick underwear in my mouth. It was too much for me. I bucked my hips once, my cock shifted against the material of my underpants, and I felt the familiar, inevitable rush of my own gushing orgasm. Except this was far stronger than anything I'd ever done to myself. Because every time my cock contracted, just when I thought it couldn't get any better, I would listen to the sound of her moaning, or breathe in and smell her on the panties again, and my body would shake and come all over again. My thighs tensed, I gasped out loud, and shook helplessly as what felt like gallons of my own hot cum rushed up the stiff length of my cock and straight out of me. "Oh God," she panted. "Mama loves her sweet, sweet boy!" I shook one last time as the shock of my unexpected orgasm subsided. I opened my eyes, caught my breath. Then the guilty reality of what I'd just done hit me like a ton of bricks. "Oh God mom," I muttered. "I'm sorry." She rushed to me. "Baby, what are you sorry for?" I wasn't sure. I thought it was guilt over the whole crazy situation. But then I realized the much dirtier truth: what really bothered me was that I'd let myself come so fast. That I'd been given this once-in-a-lifetime chance, only to—quite literally—blow it so quickly. I looked down, with shame, at the enormous wet spot spreading across the fabric of my jeans. "I guess I'm not very good at this," I muttered. My mother's face flushed with fresh emotion. "Oh, honey!" she said, breaking into a smile. She sat down close to me on the bed and put her arm around me, the same way she'd done when I was little and had skinned my knee. "Is that what's bothering you?" I nodded at the floor. "Oh, my sweet boy." She shook her head. I could tell she was trying not to laugh. "What's so funny?" "Oh baby," she said, beaming at me. "Don't you know you just helped make your mama come?" My heart jumped. "I did?" "Of course you did." She leaned over, kissed me behind the ear, and whispered, "That's what good boys do." "I guess I... It's hard to tell..." "I know, baby. There's a lot to know. But you'll learn." She paused, still breathing heavily, and looked around the darkening bedroom, as if, for her too, the whole situation was just finally sinking in. Then she sat up straight, with that old look that I knew meant she'd made up her mind about something, and said, "And Mama's going to do everything she can to teach you." I felt horny and terrified at the same time. "But mom... all of this... Isn't it bad for us?" "Only if you think it is." She took my hand. "What we did right now, did that make you feel bad?" "Oh mom. You know it didn't." "That's good to hear, baby. Because you made your mama feel really, really good. Better than I've felt in years." Despite all my confusion, I felt my heart jump. "You love your mama, don't you baby?" "Of course I do." "Then what's so bad about helping her feel good?" "But..." I struggled for the words. "Isn't it... wrong?" She squeezed my thigh, stared into my eyes, and smiled. "I think we're a little past that, don't you?" That's What Good Boys Do Ch. 02 "Baby, look at you. You're a mess." It was true. The crotch of my jeans, from the bottom of my zipper all the way to my waistband, was soaked through with my own still-warm semen. My mother stood completely naked in front of me as I sat on her bed. I was still trying not to stare, still reeling from all the filthy things she'd just shown me, but if she noticed she didn't mind. "We to get these wet clothes off of you and clean you up," she said. "Lift your arms for Mama." Without thinking, I put my arms straight up and let her peel my t-shirt off of me, as if it was just another bath night. It was like nothing had changed between us since I was five years old. Well, almost nothing. She paused, bent in front of me, with her massive pale breasts hanging straight down, hypnotizing me. Women, I was fast learning, were much more interesting to look at in person. In the magazines, it seemed like once you got over the initial excitement, they all started to become the same airbrushed cluster of interchangeable parts wrapped in stupid outfits. But up close, there were so many details to take in, it was overwhelming. Even the things that I knew weren't "supposed" to be sexy—the freckles on her shoulders, the tiny pearl-colored stretch marks running down the tops of her tits, the way they swung with the force of their own marvelous weight—these things still excited me, just because they reminded me, over and over, that I was in the presence of a real live woman. And my own naked mother, no less. I was so busy staring, I didn't realize that she, too, had stopped to blatantly check me out. "You've grown up into such a strong young man," she said with heavy breath. She ran one finger along the length of my collarbone and down the middle of my chest. I was still dirty from work, and sweaty from the orgasm she'd just given me. "So big and strong now," she said, and ran her hand down the back of my arm. It was embarrassing, but the truth was that, given the work I'd been doing all summer, I was actually in the best shape of my life. "But you're still Mama's little boy inside, aren't you?" "You know I am." "Such a good boy," she smiled. "Now let's get those dirty jeans off you and get you into the shower." I watched her big, pillowy ass sway as she walked across the bedroom to the adjacent bathroom and ran the shower. I leaned over and yanked my grubby work boots off and peeled off my socks. (I was no Casanova, but even I knew that no man looks good naked in his sweaty tube socks.) I stood and unbuttoned my jeans just as she was walking back in. "Save some for me, baby," she said and scurried over, her breasts bouncing against her. "Here, let Mama get that for you." She pulled my zipper down in one skilled, practiced motion, then slid my jeans down past my hips and around my thighs. She saw my underwear, which was so wet that it was clinging to my skin, and stared. "Oh my," she gasped. "Mama's boy really did make a big mess, didn't he?" "That's what you did to me, Mama." "Well this just won't do," she said, smiling. "We need to get these filthy clothes off you immediately." She crouched in front of me, grabbed the waistband of my tight boxer briefs, and pulled them down along with my jeans. My cock was still swollen and heavy from coming, and so wet with its own thick cum that I could smell it. It sprung out slightly as I stepped out of my jeans. My mother froze where she was on the floor in front of me. If she'd been stealing glances before, she was full-on leering now. "Oh my God, baby," she gasped. "What is it, mom? Is something wrong?" I felt like an idiot, just standing there fully naked and on display. "Oh, nothing's wrong," she said and laughed. "Nothing at all wrong with you." It's just that, well, it's been so long since Mama saw... I mean... Wow, baby, you've just grown up so fast." "Is it okay?" I'd never been naked in front of anybody, especially not a woman, and I was sure that at any moment she was going to break out into laughter. "Oh, honey," she said and stared up at me with an evil grin. "You're better than okay." She reached out and put her hand against my cock. It jumped at her touch and she caught it firmly in her grip. I felt it swell and throb against the warmth of her palm. "Mama needs to clean you off, baby," she half-whispered. Then she took my wet cock in the fingertips of both hands, holding it up as sure and gently as if it were made of glass, and took the tip of it into her mouth. I felt a chill up my back, and my knees went wobbly. I stared down at her, dumbfounded. I couldn't tell what was sexier—the actual sensation of her hot breath against my most sensitive part, or the fact that she was my mother, kneeling right there in front of me, lapping the cum right off of me. She lifted it and dragged her tongue up the rapidly growing length of it, licking up every clear-white drop, then licked her lips and took the tip of it deep into her mouth. I moaned out loud. She pulled it out of her mouth, her hand working the base of my stiff cock like an artist works clay, and smiled up at me. "God, I missed it baby. I missed the taste of a cock in my mouth." I felt myself throb again. "Yeah," she said, "That's a good boy. Let it get nice and hard again for Mama." She hung her tongue out and ran it all around the tip. My body had never felt anything like it. God knows, I'd been touching myself for years, but I had no idea until now how good my own cock could make me feel. My ass contracted, and my cock swelled so hard I thought it might break. "Oh yeah," she groaned. "That's what Mama wants to see. Mama wants to see her big strong baby boy get hard for her." She took it suddenly into her mouth again, as deep as she could go, then back again, dragging her tongue all the way around the tip. She gripped my cock in both hands, breathing heavy now. "Oh Christ, baby. I forgot how much I love a cock in my mouth. Do you hear that, baby? Your mama's a dirty girl. Your mama loves cock so much. Your mama loves the taste of her own baby's dirty cock. Come on baby, let Mama lick you clean. Let Mama suck you dry, baby." I felt my vision go blurry and my breath grow quick. "Oh God, Mama," I cried out. "You're going to make me come again." "Not yet, baby. You've got to save some of that good dick for Mama." And with that she gripped the base of my cock so hard I saw spots. "Mama's going to teach you some patience, baby. But first, let's get you nice and clean." She took my hand and led me to the bathroom, my red cock still sticking straight out like an absurd extra appendage. The bathroom was warm and wet with the steam of the shower. I'd always loved her shower—it was dimly lit and always hot, and reminded me of when I was very small and my mama would take me in there with her, naked, before bedtime. To this day, the shampoo-and-steam smell of a bathroom just after a woman's been in there remains one of my favorite secret pleasures. She tested the water, then stepped in. I followed, still marveling at the sight of her walking around naked right in front of me, and without any shame. She bent backward and ran her head under the hot stream of water, giving me a perfect view of her more than ample body. I couldn't help but stare again at the dark, hairy patch between her legs, now dripping from the shower. I thought of the big pink clit resting just beneath there, and got worked up all over again. It was torture, to stand there so hard and hot for her, just inches from her body, but I trusted that she knew best. She always had. She squeezed out a blob of liquid soap and rubbed it into a lather between her hands. Then she stepped forward, so that her tits just barely brushed me, and began silently soaping up my body. She started at the tops of my shoulders, massaging my neck, then dragged her hands lightly down the front of my chest. "Mmmm, such a big boy," she said. She continued down my waist, and her hands paused, light as a breeze, just below my hip bones. She traced the v-shaped lines of my abdomen, down the groin muscles, and my cock jumped again as she neared it. But at the last possible second, she slid her hands away again, on either side, and scrubbed my thighs. I'd never had this much physical attention in my life, and my head was swimming. "Turn around for Mama," she said, over the pounding of the water. I did as she said, pressing myself against the cold tile wall. Her soapy hands went back up to my neck, then traced a straight line down the groove of my back, all the way to my ass. Her hand lingered at the cleft of my ass cheek. I felt her nipples press against my back as she leaned close and whispered, right into my ear, "Mama wants to touch you there." She dragged her fingers downward and gently spread my ass. I jumped. I'd never thought twice about my own ass, and I'd certainly never considered the idea of anyone else touching it. But she kept her hand there, gently stroking the tight skin just above my asshole. "Don't worry, baby. Mama won't do anything to hurt you." I knew she was right, so I breathed deep and tried to let myself relax. She slid her fingers downward again, and this time I forgot the fear and just let myself feel what she was doing. Her hand crept lower and found my asshole, and I shivered as her fingertip slowly circled me there. It felt amazing, much to my surprise. She pressed slightly on my ass and moaned in my ear. "Oh, baby. You're such a tight young thing, aren't you?" I loved that she was treating me this way, that I could go so fast in her mind from loving son to dirty sex object. She reached farther down, to a place just behind my balls, and pressed her fingers against it. I felt a wave of arousal so sharp it was like a shock, and I cried out. "Do you like that?" she asked. "Is Mama making her sexy boy feel good?" All I could do was hyperventilate in response. My whole lower body throbbed with the urge to cum. I reached down and tried to touch my stiff cock, anything to relieve all this pressure, but she pulled my hand away and turned me around again. "Don't you want your mama to feel as good as you do, baby?" "Of course I do." "Good," she said, her hand still tight around my wrist. "Because Mama needs it too, baby. And Mama's going to teach you how to make a woman feel good." She stepped right against me, and pressed my palm against the wet spread of her pubic hair. I couldn't believe I was actually touching it—my own mother's hairy pussy. Instinctively I ground my fingers against it and she grabbed my wrist again. "Easy, baby," she said not unkindly. "Always be gentle with the pussy. Unless the woman wants it otherwise. And trust me, baby, she'll let you know when she wants it otherwise." "I'm sorry, Mom." "It's okay, baby. That's what I'm here for. Now be a good boy show me how gently you can stroke Mama's pussy." I let my palm lay against the fleshy front of her pussy, and then carefully let my fingers find the soft lips beneath. I pictured the most delicate thing I could imagine—a soap bubble, perched on a blade of grass—and thought of how I would touch that, the way I would just barely brush it with my fingertips. "Oh, that's better, baby. That's how you touch a woman." I kept touching, barely brushing her pussy lips, and felt them swell to meet my fingers. "Oh God, baby. You're going to get your mama soaking wet again." Sure enough, in a moment, I felt something thin and slick against my fingertips. "Oh, you've got it baby. You're getting mama so wet. Go ahead and spread Mama's pussy lips for her. Feel how wet you got your mama, baby." I pushed a little at the lips and they slid apart. My mother gasped in my ear. I slid my finger between the fat lips and let it slide back and forth, the way she'd stroked my ass. "Oh, that's a good boy," she moaned. "Such a good boy. Now find Mama's clit." I dragged my finger up the length of her, slowly, remembering what I'd seen when she'd spread her legs for me in the bedroom. I felt the thick, hard bump emerge against my finger, and my mom moaned out loud. "Oh, that's it, baby. Touch Mama right there." But I remembered the way she'd teased herself in front of me—and thought of the way I liked to treat the tip of my cock, in my more leisurely moments. So I moved my finger away, to the soft spot just above her solid clit, and felt her sexy little hood move around it. She moaned again. I let my fingers travel in a lazy circle—never touching the clit, but stroking all the way around. "Oh God, baby. You're a natural. Oh God." Her voice was growing huskier, and deeper than I'd ever heard it. Emboldened, I moved my hand back down to her lips again and stroked between them. She was dripping wet now, and not just from the shower. I dragged my fingers up again and circled her clit, which I could feel was sticking straight out now. "Oh fuck, baby. Touch Mama's clit. Come on baby, touch Mama's clit." I teased it some more, the way she'd teased my cock so expertly moments before. She was pushing her big hips against me now, trying to get my fingers on her clit. She gripped my back with both arms and pressed her face against my chest. I leaned down into the steaming water and kissed her softly on the side of her neck, my hands still working in circles between her legs, speeding up with the desperate humping of her hips. "Fuck, baby. You're driving your mama crazy." "Good," I said, and shifted my fingers to the slick place between her pussy lips. "Oh God, baby. You've got Mama so swollen down there. Finger your mama's pussy. Please. Let me feel your fingers in Mama's fat pussy." I pressed forward with two fingers, and felt the single most distinct sensation of my young life—the feel of my mother's engorged, wet vagina rushing to wrap itself around my fingers. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before---at once soft and strong, alternately giving way to my touch and gripping at me greedily. She groaned loudly against me. "That's it, baby. Move your fingers. Move your fingers inside Mama's tight pussy." I moved my hand, slowly and gently like she'd taught me, and she groaned again. "Oh, you've got it, baby. Come on. Move faster. Feel the inside of Mama's hot vagina." I pushed my fingers faster. She grabbed my hand again and pressed it so hard against her I felt the bone through her pubic hair. "Yeah, that's it. Don't stop. Please don't stop." I moved my hand faster inside of her. It was, by far, the warmest, sexiest thing I'd ever felt. She was growling now. "Ooooh, yeah. You're going to give your mama an orgasm, baby. You're going to make your mama come, right here in the shower." "That's what I want, Mama. I want to feel you come." The words only seemed to make her hotter. "Oh God. You're Mama's sweet boy, aren't you?" "You know I am, Mama." "Does Mama's sweet boy want to make her come??' "You know I do, Mama." "Then tell me," she said, almost whining. "Tell Mama." "Tell you what?" "Say it, baby. Touch Mama's clit and tell her you're her sweet boy." "Is that what you want?" "You know that's what I fucking want! Now touch Mama's clit! Please!" I listened to her breath, the way her body heaved, the hot water rushing down her shoulders, running between her tits. Between us. I slid my fingers up from between her lips, felt her clit enormous and rock-hard in my hand, and stroked as fast as I could while I whispered in her ear, "I'm your sweet boy, Mama. I'm your sweet boy." The convulsion started in her clit and radiated through her, across her hips, up her back, and into her throat, forming itself into a scream on the way out. She dug her fingernails into the back of my neck and pulled my whole body against her. It was almost scary, her body shook so hard, but I knew better than to stop now. My fingers kept pace on her throbbing clit, and she cried out again. "Don't stop, baby. Oh God, don't stop. Fuck, you're going to make your mama come again..." And then she convulsed all over again. "I'm your sweet boy," I whispered and held her close as she shuddered in my arms. "Don't stop," she said. "Oh God, don't stop now baby." I didn't. And she came again for me, three, four times in a row, each one apparently stronger than the last. "Jesus, baby," she panted, barely able to stand, "I forgot how good it could be." I felt her fat thighs contracting against my hand, the slickness everywhere. "Oh fuck, baby. Mama's gonna come again!" But this time, just as her clit felt ready to explode, she reached down, gripped my cock in her hand and rubbed the head, bright red and raging, against the soft wet expanse of her belly. That was all it took. My whole body clenched rigid, and I opened my eyes just in time to watch my cock unloading all over her big, hanging tits. She was watching too, as the final aftershocks of her orgasm overtook her. "Such a sweet boy," she kept purring, as my hand slowed between her legs, then finally stopped with exhaustion. We stood that way, together, clenched holding each other beneath the rushing water, our bellies slick with the beautiful mess she'd just drained out of me. "How was that, Mama? Did I do okay?' "Yes," she moaned dreamily, leaning back against the tile, wide-eyed, her big wet chest heaving with her breathing. "You're learning, baby. You're learning just fine." That's What Good Boys Do Ch. 03 "Such a good boy," my mother purred, standing naked in her bathroom doorway, her face and chest still flushed from the stream of orgasms I'd helped give her in the shower. I stood behind her with one of her big velvety towels, slowly drying off her naked body. I was moving much slower than I probably needed to, but I wanted to savor the sensation of laying my hands on every inch of her big round body. I reached around the front of her with both hands and took my time running the towel up her belly and under each of her huge breasts. "I can't believe how good I feel right now," she said softly. "And from my own son..." She breathed deep and stepped forward. "I can't believe I let myself do all that... I mean, you must think I'm..." "I think you're beautiful, mama," I said. I stepped closer to her, lifted her hair and kissed the back of her neck, relishing the fresh-shower smell of her. I whispered next to her ear: "And I think you're the best teacher a boy could ever have." "You do?" In answer, I pressed forward, against her soft, broad ass cheeks, and let her feel my cock, still half-hard and pressing out against the towel around my waist. I felt her shiver, and I kissed her neck again. "My God, baby. Don't tell me you're hard again." "Just a little, Mama," I said quietly into her earlobe. "I can't help it when I'm around you." "It's been so long," she said. "I forgot how... eager you young boys can be." "Is that bad?" "Oh no," she said and grinned. "Nothing your mama can't handle." Then she turned around in my arms and kissed me on the mouth. My mother's tongue in my mouth was even more skilled than her hands had been between my legs. I rushed to return the kiss, and she put her fingers up to my face and stilled me. "Kiss Mama slow," she said, then put her lips back on mine, so soft and they were barely touching. I felt my stomach shaking in my chest. Just as when I'd had my fingers in her, I discovered that when I moved slow—much slower than I would have thought I should—I felt everything twice as strong. We stood there, in her bedroom, making out, her lips teasing the corners of my mouth, and her hands strong against me, feeling the small of my naked back. "Come kiss your mama on the bed," she said, staring into my eyes. She stepped backward, sat on the bed, and eased her naked body back onto the sheets. Her legs spread, and for the first time I saw her furry pussy in all its opening glory. I knew I shouldn't stare, especially at my own naked mother, but I just couldn't help myself. "You like to look at your mama's pussy, don't you baby?" I nodded. "I can't help it." "That's good, baby. Because Mama can't help showing it off for you." She reached down, smiling. Then, just when I thought the view couldn't get any better, she spread her fat white thighs as far as they could go, and pulled her pussy apart with both hands. It was like nothing I'd ever seen. The pink lips were swollen against her fingers, and the fat clit was already pressing outward. Beneath that, she was bright red, and shiny with her own inner dampness. I realized, with a certain delicious nastiness, that I was looking straight into my own mother's most private parts. She moaned, and I saw the tiny muscles inside her tense and release, wet and steady as a heartbeat. "That's right, baby. Go ahead and stare. Look at Mama's big sexy pussy." As soon as she'd said that, there was no way the towel could hold me any longer. I let it fall to the floor and stood, naked and hard in front of her again. "Mmmm, mmmm," she said, licking her lips. "Such a sweet boy. Now come over here and kiss your Mama some more." Awkwardly I eased my body into the bed next to her. I'd never actually been in bed with anyone before, and the actual logistics of, say, where to rest my legs or put my hand, were a little confusing. Sure, I'd seen plenty of pictures in the magazines, of couples contorted into all kinds of wild poses, but it was hard to imagine how they got to that point without elbowing each other in the nose. My mother, though, made it easy. As soon as I was on the bed, she put her hands tight around my waist, slid a thick but nimble leg under mine and, to my surprise, pulled me right on top of her. Before I had time to think about it, my hips were wrapped in her soft, mighty thighs. I felt the faint bristle of her pubic hair against the bottom of my cock and stared down into her adoring face. She locked her feet around the back of my legs, ran her hands up my back, and pulled me close against her big splayed breasts. She was more comfortable than any pillow I could ever imagine. We made out that way, slowly. I felt my hips sliding as if they had a life of their own, loving the sensation that the head of my cock gave me every time it brushed her fleshy belly. I wondered why, in public, everybody was so hung up on skinny women when, in private, it was becoming so obvious to me how much better a big woman's body could make a boy feel. The breadth of her hips, combined with that cushioned belly and the sensory overload of her tits against my bare chest, set off something deep and primal inside me, and I felt that I just had to fuck her... even if I had no real idea how to go about it. Thank God she'd already made me come twice before—otherwise, I probably would have exploded again, right there all over her. Endurance, I was learning, was just as important as technique. I'd figured out in the shower that, while my eighteen-year-old cock seemed to rise and fall by the minute, Mama took a lot longer to get worked up—but once she got there, she was capable of coming harder—and with more frequency—than I could ever dream of. I wondered if all women were like that, or if my mama was just extra special. We made out for a long time, my thin pelvis slowly rolling against her giant one. I practiced ways of putting my lips on hers. As with her pussy, it seemed that the softer I went, the hornier it made her. The sensation was incredible—face-to-face, she was my mother, kissing me with all the love and patient adoration that only that one person on earth can ever give us (albeit with a little more tongue than I was used to). But further down, our hips were bucking crazily for each other, and I needed, more than anything at that moment, to push my cock inside her. Instead, I caught my breath and moved my face downward. I kissed her neck near the ear, and felt an electric current grip her spine. Her whole body tensed against mine and she gripped my back. "Oh," she groaned. "You just found Mama's spot." "I did?" "You sure did, baby. Now be a good boy and kiss Mama there some more." I did what I was told, of course. I tried the neck again. Then further down, just above her collarbone. My mouth got more adventurous and moved out, toward her round fat shoulder. Each time I kissed her neck, she breathed in suddenly and moaned out loud. I swore I could smell her pussy again, faintly, and just the thought of my mother's pink pussy lips soaking themselves again made me want to turn her on that much more. I moved down, to the gorgeous spot at the base of her neck, where her big cleavage began. So many times I'd noticed that spot on her—in her bathrobe, over the top of her work blouses, in her slick black tank suit during one maddening day at the beach. Now here I was on top of her naked, shaking body, kissing her there, lapping at that slightly sweaty place with my own hungry young mouth. "That's right, baby," she moaned. "Use your tongue on Mama. Go on, lick Mama clean." She put her hands on either side of her tits and pushed the mass of them together, offering them up to me. The nipples were already hard as little rocks. My mouth went to them like a starving animal. "Do you like to lick your Mama?" she asked. I just nodded and moaned, my mouth full of one of her gorgeous candy-pink nipples. "Lick Mama some more," she said, grabbing at my shoulders. "You want to find Mama's other spots, don't you?" "Yes, Mama," I said into her skin. "I want to find all of them." "Then keep licking, baby. Lick your mama all over." I lapped harder at the nipple, but she was pressing down on my shoulders now. Trying to push me somewhere. Somewhere lower. I froze for a moment, simultaneously terrified and excited out of my mind. "Don't be shy now, baby," she purred up at me. "Go on. Be a good boy and lick Mama's pussy." "I... I don't really know how..." "That's what Mama's here for, baby. Mama's going to teach you how to lick her pussy like a good boy." I felt scared. Not because I was afraid of her pussy—if anything, I couldn't wait to get close to it and get another look. But because I had no idea what to do, and wanted so bad to be good for her. But I thought of everything else she'd taught me that day, and knew I'd be okay. Mama knew best. I slid my body downward, so that my lower half was hanging off the edge of the bed. My mother's pussy was inches from my face now. The smell was incredible. It smelled similar to the crotch of her panties, except much fresher, and a thousand times stronger. A dense mix of fresh-scrubbed shower and something much riper. I felt drunk just being near it. "Mama," I said, almost whining. "I'm.. " I felt too embarrassed to say it. "What is it, baby? You know you can tell me." "I'm in love with the smell of your pussy, Mama." "You are?" She acted genuinely shocked. (Which seemed like a pretty difficult thing to do to her at this point.) "Is that okay?" I asked timidly. "Oh no," she said sternly. I felt everything crash around me. Then she broke into a smile and said, "That's way better than okay." She propped herself up with some pillows, so that she was looking down at me. Then she opened her legs wide and spread her pussy for me again. "Go ahead, baby. Smell your mama's pussy all you want." I felt like a kid on Christmas morning. A really, really dirty Christmas morning. I stared in absolute awe, not sure where to start. So I just put my face into the hairiest spot, just above her clit, and sucked in like it was my last breath. The smell of my mother's pussy was even more incredible up close. I felt the tip of my cock go dripping wet, and I thought, This is where you belong. "That's a great start, baby," my mom said. "Right above Mama's clit, where you touched her so sweetly before." "Can I... Can I kiss it, Mama? "Yes, baby. Mama wants you to kiss it." Her breath got heavier. "Mama wants you to kiss it so Goddamn bad." I put my mouth against it, tender as I could manage. I felt the hard bump of her clit brush my bottom lip, and my mother moaned out loud. "Now lick Mama gently, baby. Where the hair is." And with her fingers, she stroked at the edges. My mouth followed her hand, and I dragged my tongue up the fleshy inside of her thigh. "Oh, fuck, baby! You just found another one of Mama's spots. Go on, keep licking Mama's thighs." My tongue got more daring. I dragged it up one side, just outside the bushy edge of her pussy, and she cried out. I dragged it down and she went crazy all over again. I went up and down a few more times, until the soft crack of her thigh was soaked from my spit, and each time she moaned louder. Earlier, I had thought that just touching her there was good. But this was out of control. The more I got close to her and tasted and smelled her, the more she got off. And the more she got off, the more I wanted to get close and taste and smell her... I felt like I'd just been handed the keys to the castle. And I was still only at the thigh. I needed to see what else my tongue could do. I switched the other thigh and slid my tongue softly all over it until it was as wet as the first one. I tried out different ways of licking her—with the tip of my tongue, or lapping with my tongue out wide, or just the soft kiss of my lips on her skin. She was openly groaning now and staring down at me. It was as if my mother's body had become possessed, speaking in a new, more gravely (and much hornier) voice. "That's right baby," she said. "Tease Mama's pussy. Put your mouth all over it." She didn't have to ask me twice. I moved up the inside of her thigh, dragging my tongue just outside her bright pink pussy lips, then down the other side. "Yeah, baby. Tease Mama like that." I put my face into her bush, breathing heavily. The heat of my breath made her hips buck even harder. "You got it, baby. Just don't touch Mama's clit. Kiss everywhere except on Mama's clit." I did as I was told. I licked up both sides of her gorgeous fat lips. I practiced brushing my tongue in lazy circles back and forth, all around her clit without ever touching it. I was always a good student—and never with as much incentive as I had now. I slid the tip of my tongue into the tight opening of vagina and tasted, with absolute wonder, the bittersweet mess of juices brewing just inside her. She was groaning like an animal now. I licked my lips and dragged my tongue firmly up the middle of her pussy, then stopped short at the clit, which was poking out now, fierce and bright red. I flicked my tongue all around it, growing faster with the shaking of her hips. "Now, baby," my mother was muttering through her hyper breath, "Now. Lick Mama's clit now." I knew I shouldn't disobey her. But I was curious to see how far this could go. And I'd learned already that, with Mama, it was all about time. I kept licking all over her swollen crotch, pretending I hadn't heard her. "Come on, baby," she said again. "Lick Mama's clit now." I kept ignoring her. Instead, my tongue continued to trace its way around her swollen hood, while I pressed two fingers against the opening of her vagina. The combination of my eager mouth and her own juices had her soaking wet, and I slipped my fingers right in. "Oh, that's good too, baby," she moaned, choking on her words. "Move your fingers inside Mama." I slid them gently around. Her insides flexed and wrapped around my fingers like a third hand. I felt a swollen, raised spot, just inside her, like a tiny wet sponge. Curious, I pushed up against it slightly. My mother's eyes went wide and she screamed out loud. "Oh, fuck baby! You just found another spot!" I kept the pressure there inside her, while still circling her clit with my tongue. She sounded ready to cry. "Please baby," she half-whispered. "Please be a good boy and lick Mama's clit." Instead, with my hand still moving gently inside her, I raised my head and gave her my most innocent face. "But Mama," I smiled. "You said not to..." "I know what I fucking said!" she yelled. "That was then. But now, Mama needs her clit licked!" I was loving this game. Being on the teasing end certainly was more fun. I smiled big again. "But Mama..." "Lick my fucking clit!" she screamed, and grabbed me by the back of my hair. I'd never thought of my mother as particularly strong, but at this moment, in her heightened state, she felt like she could break me in half. She jammed my face against her soaking-wet bush. "Fucking lick it!" And I did. I slid my tongue as hard and warmly as I knew how across the sweet, hard spot at the top of her pussy, all the while still stroking her slowly from the inside. In a moment, her hips stopped moving and went completely tense. Her eyes clenched. Her voice, so otherworldly and terrifying a second ago, went completely silent. For a long moment I was flooded with doubt— I was sure suddenly that I'd done something terribly wrong, and screwed it all up for her. Then she found her voice—and screamed so loud the windows rattled. Her clit throbbed against my mouth. Her pussy clenched like a vise, pushing out against all the strength of my fingers. Her hips shook so hard and so fast I was sure she was going to break my hand. She breathed in, and screamed out again. And then, to my complete surprise, her pussy shook, and contracted again, and then flooded my hand. A hot, steady stream of clear liquid shot straight up my forearm. I sat back and stared at my wet arm in horny disbelief. This was not in any of my magazines. Her body went limp and she fell backward into her pillows, shuddering from her own aftershocks. I carefully slipped my fingers out of her—so soaked at this point that they were starting to wrinkle—and crawled up next to her. I kissed her, and to my surprise she licked greedily at my soaked face. I lay my wet arm across her chest, and she took it in her hands. "Oh God, baby," she said, her voice now low and whispery again. "Mama really soaked you, didn't she." All I could do was nod. "Fuck," she said to the ceiling. She reached down and touched the pool of absolutely saturated sheet cooling between her legs. "All these years," she sighed, "and I didn't even know I could do that." "It's beautiful, Mama," I said. "You're beautiful when you come." "Such a sweet boy," she said, lazily licking my fingers clean. Then her eyes narrowed and she glared at me. "Except when he's bad and decides to tease me." "I was just doing what you asked, Mama." "And then you intentionally disobeyed me," she said. "I won't forget that." She leaned over and kissed me on the lips. "You're just lucky Mama came as hard as she did, or you'd be in much bigger trouble right now." "I'm sorry, Mama." "No you're not," she said matter-of-factly. "Look at you. You're thrilled that you got to suck on your own mother's pussy, aren't you." "It's true," I said, and felt myself blush. "And you're so goddamned pleased with yourself for making Mama come so good, aren't you baby." "I am..." "And as for this..." Her hand traveled down the front of me, where my cock was still so worked up it was aching. "The taste of pussy got you so worked up, I'll bet you're dying to fuck your Mama now with that big cock of yours." I lost my breath just thinking of it. "Well it's just too bad then, isn't it?" she asked dramatically. My heart sank. "What's too bad, Mama?" "Well," she said, obviously relishing the look on my face. "Maybe if Mama's sweet boy had been a little more well-behaved, and hadn't decided to tease his Mama just when she obviously needed his help so badly, well then maybe Mama would have let her little boy climb back on her and fuck her good wet pussy right now." "Oh God, Mama. You know I want that." "Well then you should have thought of that," she said, "before you disobeyed your Mama." "I'm sorry," I said. "Well baby, I'm afraid this time sorry isn't good enough." Suddenly I felt five years old again. One of those moments when you know you're in trouble and not sure what's next. I wondered if she would actually spank me, the way she used to. And then felt a rush of guilt as my cock throbbed harder at the thought. "You see, baby," she said, rolling onto her side. "Mama can be a tease too, if she wants to." She ran her hands over her big nipples as she spoke, as if daring me to notice. "I thought I'd taught you right," she said. "You did, Mama. You've taught me so much today." "Maybe," she said. "But you've obviously got a lot more to learn." "Like what, Mama?" "Well, you've done a pretty good job of learning the basics. But there are some times when a woman needs a little bit more. Especially a horny, dirty woman like your mama. Sometimes a woman needs things so dirty, she doesn't even know how to ask for them. The kind of thing so dirty and secret that only a very special, sweet boy could ever know about it." "I'll do anything, Mama." "That's good, baby. That's what Mama wants to hear. Because Mama's gonna teach you a lesson now, baby. A very special lesson." "What is it, Mama?" "Mamas' gonna make you lick her some more." I breathed with relief. No problem there. "You know I'd love to lick you again, Mama." "That's good, baby. Because this time, you're gonna lick your Mama all over." That's What Good Boys Do Ch. 04 It's one thing to catch your mother naked. It's quite another to stand at the foot of her bed and watch her, face-down, as she reaches back with both hands, spreads her pale wide buttocks, and commands you to look at her asshole. This, among many other things, was what I learned that day. "Do you like Mama's tight anus, baby? Do you like to look at it?" I didn't know what to say. I just stood there, wearing nothing but an astonished look, with the taste of her gushing pussy still strong on my lips and a young cock so worked up and solid that I feared it would burst under its own pulsing weight. "No need to be shy now, baby," my mother purred over her shoulder. "Mama's shown you everything else on her body. Now she wants you to see her most private place." I'd never looked at one in person. And even in my stash of dirty magazines, on the glossy centerfold pages where the girls always spread wide, I'd never given the ass much thought. But here, right in front of me, pulled wide open, it took on a whole new shine—literally, it was smeared with the messy juices of her just-gushing pussy, and stood out as slick and glistening as a pearl. It was much pinker than her pussy lips, and much more puckered, stretched tight on either side where her fingers pulled at it. The thinnest trail of black hair circled it before disappearing into the hot dark mess of her pubes against the sheets. It was a detail I didn't expect, and it struck me as an unusually filthy trait on a woman. Particularly when she was my own mother. "Not so pushy now, are you?" she teased. It was true. I stood where I was, unsure what to do but too horny to step away. Her voice grew softer. "It's okay, baby. Mama just wants to make sure that you see it all. Go on," she half-whispered. "Step closer and take a good look at Mama's wide-open asshole." I took a few steps. "Come on, baby. It's okay. Mama wants you to get right up next to it." She brought herself up onto her knees and put her ass high in the air. She pulled tighter at her butt cheeks, exposing herself as wide as possible. Then she flexed her pussy, just like when she'd come earlier, and I watched her ass contract tight as a fist, then relax and open just a little. I felt a fresh batch of precum puddle at the end of my cock and spill out into a slow, sticky strand. "Go on," she said. "Come over here and take a good, hard look." I approached her and put my knees down on the mattress. A faint smell hit me, like soap and wet pussy and something much...deeper. It was strange, but it made my cock pulse even harder. "Don't be shy. Get close and look at your Mama." I sat on the edge of the bed and ran my eyes all over her—the flex of her back, the goosebump skin of her ass cheeks, the soft fatty tops of her thighs. And filthiest of all, the way she was posed—with her face down and her ass high in the air and wide open. My own mother, completely exposed. "Do you like to see your mama this way?" "Yes, Mama." "You do? You like Mama all spread and dirty, with her most private places pulled wide open for you?" "Yes, Mama." I could tell she liked talking about herself that way. Her butt started to make slow circles in the air. "You see now what a filthy woman your mother really is, baby? Do you see how sticky Mama's thighs got from all that sucking and fingering. Do you see?" "Yeah, Mama. I see." "That's right, baby. Your mama's filthy. But you're going to help, aren't you? You're going to bend down and lick your mother clean." "I am?" "Oooh, yeah. Mama needs you to lick her ALL over." I looked again at her tight pink anus, and then I understood. "Mama, you don't mean..." She let out a wicked laugh. "You know EXACTLY what I mean, baby." "But that's... dirty, isn't it?" "You're goddamned right it is. That's why Mama needs you back there, to make sure she gets clean again." "But Mama..." "You said you'd do anything. Remember?" Of course I did. But I never thought she meant... "You want to be Mama's good boy, don't you baby?" "Yes, Mama." "Then stop making excuses and lick your Mama's asshole!" It was a tone of voice I'd known all my life, though under very different circumstances. It meant that Mama was done fucking around. Slowly I put my face close to her ass crack. The smell hit me again, stronger, and I felt my own ass tighten against the pressure of my balls. Then, gently, I put my tongue out and ran it against my mother's spread anus. "That's a good boy," she moaned. The skin there was smoother than I could have imagined, and I felt an incredible heat that hovered directly above the hole. I dragged my tongue toward the heat, a little harder this time, and felt her whole bottom half contract again. The taste was nothing like I'd imagined. Sweaty, yes, but in a good way. A very good way. I got a good whiff of her pussy again, just below my face, and lapped harder. "That's it, baby. Don't be shy. Lick your Mama clean!" I kept going, licking up all the sticky pussy juice that lined her ass cheeks and the insides of both thighs. I wasn't sure what was sexier—the actual smell and taste of her, or just the fact that it was my mother, who I'd thought of as so stern and proper my whole life, now opening up her most secret spot for me and demanding me so hungrily. Either way, I loved it. Each time I licked, her ass bucked against my face harder. The soft hairs around her asshole were plastered out against the cheeks, soaked from all my licking. She grabbed the pillow and moaned into it. I remembered the way she'd taught me to eat her pussy, less than an hour earlier—slow and steady makes go Mama crazy. So I backed off, just when she was getting into it, and licked the back of her thighs instead. The response was immediate, and more than I could have hoped for. Her hips shook back and forth. She moaned louder into the pillow, and I saw the tiny pink folds of my mom's asshole actually flex and push outward, as if it were looking for me. Painstakingly I dragged my tongue further down her thigh, toward the back of her knee and she whimpered out loud. I lapped up all the wetness where she'd come earlier and let it mix with my own spit, so that, very slowly, I was soaking the entire backs of her legs. She bucked her hips again, now obviously trying to get me close to her ass again, but with her knees bent and both hands dug firmly into her own butt cheeks, there weren't too many ways she could move. She lifted her face up from the pillow. "Come on, baby," she said. "Mama needs her ass licked." I acted like I didn't hear her and moved to the back of the other thigh. Patiently I kissed up the thick length of it. "Did you hear me, baby? I said it's time to lick my ass again." I lifted my face from behind her and asked, as innocently as I could muster, "Did you say something, Mama?" "Stop it, you little tease!" She was growling at me now. "Now move back up there, like a good boy, and lick your mama's asshole!" From where I was crouched, I had a perfect view of her hairy pussy from the back, and the big swollen lips hanging down from it. I imagined that huge red clit of hers, overgrown and pushing angrily out of her bush, and got an idea. "I'm sorry, Mama," I said calmly. "I'm afraid I didn't quite hear you." "You know damn well you heard me, you little shit!" She was full-on yelling now, but with both hands still on her ass, spreading herself so hard her fingers were leaving red marks on her own pale skin. "Now get back up here and eat your Mama's ass." "Are you sure that's what you want, Mama?" "Yes," she cried out, in a voice more crying than yelling. "That's what Mama wants! Do it now!" That was all I needed to hear. I brought my face back up between her ass cheeks. And, at the same moment, I ran one hand up the inside of her thighs to her sopping wet pussy. I ran my tongue around the edge of her pink pucker a few times and she groaned with satisfaction. "That's a good boy," she kept muttering. "That's a good boy." I put the point of my tongue hard against the tiny opening of her asshole and pushed in. And, at the exact same moment, my fingers found her now-massive clit and began rubbing back and forth over it, feeling the solidness of it bouncing against my fingertips. "Oh fuck, baby!" she screamed into the bed. "Don't stop that! Please don't stop that!" I knew better than to disobey her when she was this far gone. Instead, I kept rubbing, back and forth across her engorged dangling clit, until I felt her pussy flood my palm with a fresh batch of wetness. Then, with my free hand, I parted my mother's big pink pussy lips and slipped two fingers in. She yelled again and I felt her pussy clamp down hard around them. If someone had walked in at that moment, they would have seen that—among all the other filth—I appeared to actually be praying to my own mother's ass. I was on my knees behind her, with the fingers of one hand shoved deep inside her back-thrusting pussy, and the other hand right next to it, still working double-time on her clit. My face, of course, was still deep between her ass cheeks. I let my tongue drag slow circles all the way around the perimeter of her now red-hot anus, then paused and shoved it straight in again, tasting my mother from the inside. She was screaming now, her whole body shaking, her mouth letting loose a hot stream of filth at me. "That's right, baby. Don't stop now. Keep doing what you're doing. Touch me everywhere! Such a good boy! Eat your mama's ass out! That's right! move your tongue! Put your tongue deep in Mama's filthy anus! Come on! Eat your mama's ass out! Eat your mama's ass! Come on!" And then it was all too much for her. Her clit pulsed outward, so hard I thought it would bust. The inside of her pussy clamped around my drenched fingers and held on for dear life. Her asshole convulsed around my tongue. I felt a wave of shock that started with fierce convulsions in her anus, then radiated outward in shivers that rippled the fat flesh of her ass cheeks and then shot down her shaking legs, curling her toes, and up the thick muscles of her back, where her shoulders clenched and her neck went straight out. I heard a noise that rumbled in her chest, caught and choked in her throat, and then came out a full-on roar, like something you'd hear in the wild at night. Terrifying and exhilarating. The convulsions came again, and I worked them out with my tongue, pressing as hard as I could against the inside of her opening. My mother's body rattled and screamed each time, until her legs gave out and she fell forward, a panting, sweaty, ecstatic mess on the bed. I thought that was it—and was fine with it. But my mother had other ideas. With her last bit of strength, she rolled over onto her back, her thighs wet and spread wide. She eyed my pulsing erection, which, despite all the pleasure I took in licking her, had gone physically neglected this entire time and was now openly dripping a mess of precum so prodigious and slick that, any other time, with any other woman, I probably would have been mortified and run out of the room. But if my mother was disgusted by me, she sure wasn't acting like it. "Poor baby," she moaned at my cock from the bed. Her breath was still heavy from all the coming she'd just done. "Get over here and fuck your mama." Even with everything that had already happened that day, the words surprised me. I never could have dreamed it would go this far. My mother had her legs wide on the bed and was spreading her lips with both hands, showing me the gorgeous—and very swollen—insides of her pussy again. "Mom, I... You know I've never..." "It's alright, baby. You worked hard for Mama today. Now you just bring that big young cock over here and let Mama make everything okay." As if to punctuate the deal, the puffy insides of her pussy throbbed once, pooling with wetness. What could I do? I went to her, and positioned my body just above hers. She put her fat arms around my neck and kissed me. I was worried at what I might taste like, given everything I'd just done, but she got a taste of her own asshole on my lips and went ravenous for it, putting her tongue into my mouth and lapping around inside mine. "Such a good boy," she whispered between kisses. "You're Mama's sweet, sweet boy, aren't you?" I could only nod, still holding myself above her. "Don't be shy now, baby," she smiled up at me. "Come down here and put your weight on Mama." "Are you sure?" She laughed out loud. "Baby, don't you worry. I'm not built like those bony young blonde things who are always prancing past your jobsite, looking at you." She winked at me. "And you know, I've been by there a few times. They ARE looking at you." She positioned herself so that her legs were planted firmly on either side of me and put her feet across the backs of my calves. "No, baby. Your mama is a full-grown woman, and she knows how to take the weight of a big strong boy. So you just go right ahead and put all your weight on me. Mama knows how to take it." She put her hands on the small of my back and gently lowered me against her. I was overwhelmed with several sensations at once—her big pale breasts against my collarbone, her soft arms around my shoulders, her hot mouth on mine, and—most strikingly—the wet, hairy cushion of her pelvis, pushing up against the underside of my cock. "That's right, baby," she purred into my ear. "Put all your weight on Mama. Let Mama take it all." I did what she said, and let my body, hard cock and all, fall onto hers as her arms went tight around me. It was a sensation I hadn't felt since... well since she'd held me that way, as a little boy, all those years ago. "Such a good boy," she moaned. She lowered one hand and used it to push one of her big floppy breasts up in front of her. Without a word, she took the back of my head and guided me to it. My mouth found the nipple and, like all boys with a breast in their mouth, I knew instantly what to do with it. "Oh, that's a good boy," she said, stroking the back of my head with her other hand as she fed me her breast. "Suck on Mama's big tit. Suck it hard, the way you used to do. Such a good boy..." We stayed that way for a while together, surprisingly still, and lost in a tender moment that I don't think either of us had quite expected. Slowly, though, her hips began to grind in small circles beneath me, putting delicious pressure on the head of my already over-stimulated cock. I was loving the moment, but knew that I couldn't last much longer this way. She must have felt it too. She let her breast fall again, took my face in her hands, and said, "Come up here and kiss your mama." I did. And at the same moment that my mouth went up to hers, her hand reached down, grabbed my cock firmly around the shaft, and pushed me inside of her. How do I describe that sensation, except to say that it was the first time I'd felt a woman's pussy—in all its live, warm, wet, gripping glory—surrounding my cock; compounded by the fact that when, after the initial beautiful shock of it, I opened my eyes and looked down, I saw that it was my own mother, naked and spread wide around me and loving every second of it, who was making me feel this way. "Do you like Mama's pussy?" she whispered into my ear, almost reverential. All I could do was moan and nod. "Does baby like the way his cock feels inside his mamas' pussy?" I moaned again louder, and tried to buck my hips faster. She put a hand against my ass, hard. "Not yet, baby," she whispered. "I know you want to come, but you've got to hold back, just a little longer." "Mom, I don't think I can," I sputtered. "But baby," she said in that same sweet loving tone. "Mama needs to have her orgasm too. You want your mama to feel good too, don't you?" "Of course I do, Mama." "Then just be a good boy and hold on a little longer for Mama. I promise it will make it much better for you in the end. Okay?" "Okay, Mama, I'll try." It took every last ounce of control I had not to just shove into her and finish it off right there. But I knew that she was right, and I didn't want to disappoint her. Not after everything we'd already done. "That's a good boy," she said. "Now just move your penis real slow inside Mama's vagina, okay? Just a little bit, real slow." I did what she said. It was excruciating, because every time I moved, every time my cock even throbbed, I felt all her insides throb back around me. But at least if I kept it slower it was a little easier. "That's it, baby," she moaned louder. "Fuck mama's pussy just like that." I pushed more for her, holding back, letting my hips move in lazy circles on her as I bent down and sucked her huge pink nipples. "Oh, such a good boy! Baby, if you keep fucking Mama like that, she's going to come in no time!" Her breath got heavier, and her hips got pushier. With both hands she grabbed my ass and pushed my whole body down a bit, so that I could feel her rock-hard clit—and the swollen, slippery hood around it—rolling right against the base of my cock. "Oh, that's it, baby!" she said out loud. "That's where Mama needs you! That's right where Mama needs you!" My body was crying out inside, but I held back and kept working for her. She was getting pushy now, pressing her hips hard against me in a way that, I knew by now, meant my mother was once again on the edge of coming her brains out. I gritted my teeth and pushed more for her. "That's right, baby! Move in Mama! Move that cock in Mama! Just like that! Yes! Move that big hard cock in your own mother's hungry pussy!" Her hands went tight across my back, and she wrapped her fat thighs completely around mine. "That's it, baby! You're gonna make Mama come! Your gonna make your own Mama come!" She was panting now, gasping for breath just beside my ear. "Do you want to come in your Mama's pussy, baby? Huh? Does Mama's boy want to let loose and shoot all that hot come into his own mother's pussy?" "You know I do, Mama." "Then do it, baby," she hissed through clenched teeth. "Do it now. Come hard into your own mother." Without thinking about it, I reared up, away from her grip, and grabbed her hips with both hands, fucking at her furiously. "Oh, that's right, baby. Fuck your mama how you need it! Fuck me how you need it!" I pushed hard into my mother's body, and with each push her wet pussy convulsed around me and returned the effort. I let my hips go faster, out of my own control, thrusting my cock perfectly against my mother's swollen insides, and I felt the sudden and inevitable moment when the base of my cock filled, warm and sudden, and I knew I was about to unload completely. My mother knew too. "Oh, that's it, baby! Come for Mama! Shoot all that hot come deep into your mother's pussy. That's it! Come for Mama! Come for Mama!" As she yelled it, she let her own, deep orgasm slip out and overcome her. Her fingernails dug into my back, her body tensed completely, and she screamed as everything inside her, every inch of her worked-up pussy, went tight and gripped around me, tugging my cock even deeper into her and drenching us both in a new, steaming deluge of pussy juice. That was all I needed. I clenched my eyes shut and screamed out loud as my cock, swollen and tortured from hours of teasing, let loose completely inside my mother's body. Waves of come seemed to pour out of me—each one made sweeter by the filthy knowledge that it would be shooting straight into my own mother's willing insides. We convulsed together that way, giving and taking, until I felt the tension drain from my body completely and I collapsed onto her. We lay together that way for a long time, sweating and panting and no need to speak, with my body heavy on hers, covering her, and my cock much softer but still lying satisfied inside her. She gave me her breast again to suckle, and I drifted off that way, my mother's nipple in my mouth and her hand steady on the back of my head, both of us lost in some half-dreamed recollection of another two people in another very different time and place.