23 comments/ 248120 views/ 42 favorites Tooth and Nail By: Mikelh Beside myself, I'm not sure for whom I'm writing this, certainly not for everyone. Maybe it's for you if you've harbored a desirous thought about a cousin, or looked longingly at a sibling, or crossed the line in a fantasy about a parent. Maybe it's for those who know that the minds and hearts of consenting adults come in different colors, and it's okay. When the interesting part of my life got going, reality bore little resemblance to the perfection of my long drawn out fantasies about my mom. Incidents and accidents of seeing more than one should, probably occurs between most mothers and sons. Mostly, it passes unremarkably - sometimes it doesn't. I took intense notice of things a son is not supposed to. The way my mother sat with her legs crossed, the swell under her sweater, the way she looked from behind. I hardly remember a time when I didn't notice. Maybe we all have some early events that burn themselves into our memory; this is mine. I pass by the bathroom as she's putting on makeup, getting ready to go see a play at the local theater. She's wearing a black bra, black panties, and heels. The stockings are sheer, and seamed, and I look with awe because I can see the full roundness of her ass. She's too busy putting on her red lipstick in the mirror to notice me walk by. I start to weave a fantasy immediately. I don't just walk by and go to my room to masturbate the way I did that night; I pretend she's dressed that way for me. In my best of all possible imaginary worlds, I say, "Mom, you have a beautiful ass." She laughs while looking at me in the mirror and I can tell by her smile that she's pleased that her son finds her ass attractive. But she says playfully, "You're not supposed to say things like that to your mother." In my fantasy, I always say the right thing..."Even if I love you, mom?" Her expression changes because she's touched. She tells me, "Then you can say anything you want." She comes over and kisses me full on the lips. I can feel her body against me as her tongue tenderly teases mine. We just kiss for a long time. We keep on kissing until her hand caresses between my legs. And then I come. It was one of my earliest musings on my mother, and in that oft repeated scene, I never touch her. Later, my longings get bolder and I do much more than touch her when she's in my mind. Everything she did seemed to be a reason for me to jump into fantasy. I tried to stop myself. I was eighteen and a half and my mom was exactly double my age when these events were triggered. It wasn't like I'd never been out or totally inexperienced. I really did try to stop myself at first. I even heard the words in my head, "Stop it...stop it...STOP IT." That's what I told myself on the day I was transfixed by her form undulating on the Stairmaster. I didn't often go in to the small room that contained a smattering of gym equipment when she was there. But the desire to watch her that day was stronger than the feeling that I shouldn't. She was wearing her glasses and reading as she 'climbed.' It's not that her tits were so big or anything, it's just that they look so good as they rose and fell in that tight top when she worked out. A son isn't supposed to take notice of his mother's breasts, or her body, but telling that to myself that didn't work very well. I imagined my hand gently placed around the end of her tit. As she moved, her boob would slide in my palm. The best part is the smile that I pictured on her face because she was enjoying the sensation of her son feeling her. In my mind, she takes off her glasses and closes her eyes. Even though the material is tight, I can feel her nipple harden as I massage more firmly and take more of her tit into my hand. I would have gone on from there in my flight of fantasy if she didn't say, "Honey, what would you like for dinner?" You probably know what I thought, but I said, "I'm not hungry now mom," and I went to my room where I closed my eyes and made up more of the story. In the made-up version of my life, I don't have a brother Brendan; there is no other male beside me in the house throughout my childhood. Mom is an educated, practical, woman; and when she realizes that her early marriage was a mistake, she gets out. So I'm was the one she smiles at, and kisses, and hugs to her breasts. In that version, the alimony and child support was paid on time, and it makes life so much easier that way. Instead of just making ends meet in a less than ideal neighborhood, I can think about other things. And I can do without seeing my father once or twice a year. In the real version, I guess we were doing okay until I got myself in trouble. Yes, I stayed with the 'wrong' kids. You know - friends who really aren't your friends. I was looking for an extra thrill and an extra buck, but nobody forced me to go along on the bungled burglary. We were smart enough to get away with it - for about two days. I was the one who caught the brunt of it when the others blamed me, and it cost my mom what little savings she had. It was the first of too many times. I was still young and stupid enough to make the same mistakes that drove my mom to tears of frustration. It didn't end until I became intimate with her. I had finished high school and was without skills or intentions. Mom quit her evening job to 'Baby-sit' me through my probation. She presented me with an ultimatum, which included staying in every night, with her, until I straightened out. At first I gave her a hard time, but she begged and cajoled and I gave in. Fantasy and reality blurred and I started to hate myself less for the thoughts I had when I was with her. She enjoyed sports as much as I did and we followed The Cubs, The Bulls, and the Bears. I also went back to piano lessons with mom. She played beautifully and had given me lessons since I was three, which I fought, tooth and nail, for ten years until she finally gave up in exasperation. Spend that much time with anyone, and before long, you either love them or hate them. We both let our guards down and told each other real things. I was turned on by the intimacy of our time together, sitting next to her on the piano, by the hands that stroked my cheek, and touched me when she talked. It didn't take much more than that for me to imagine seducing her. In a matter of days, I concoct this elaborate tale to amuse and stimulate myself. Seduction wasn't too complicated in my fantasy, so we have a couple of beers one night and I can't say how I came to be leaning towards her lips, or who kissed whom first. I can't say anything really, except that we probably both know what's happening. We held the kiss and embrace for a long time and when we break, my mother's now comical response is, "Oh dear." After she composes herself, she says, "We should talk about this dear." She calls me 'Dear,' a lot in my fantasies even though I'd never actually heard her refer to me that way. In the story I make up, I didn't answer; I just kissed her again. Her kiss was conflicted, but still filled with passion, and I could hear her breathing even harder than I was. I unbutton her blouse and she makes protesting noises, but she doesn't stop me. I unclasp her bra. Her body starts to back away but not before I put my mother's bare tit in my hand. The pounding in my chest is loud enough to drown out my thoughts. Her tits aren't explosive porn star size; they're a mother's gentle handful, but ample enough to straighten my cock. Her nipple is brown and fully capped the end of her soft breast. The friction of it on my palm hardens the tip to erection. My mind fast-forwards and I fully expect to have sex with her right there on the sofa. She seems transfixed as she watches me unzip my pants and release the hardened mass that springs out. My cock strains for her hand, which she doesn't move. I urge her hand onto my cock and she softly caresses it. As I fondle my mother's breast and nipple, she mimics the motions on my shaft and knob. We kiss and our tongues play until I'm almost crazed and then she pulls back and lets out a whimper. She says, "I think we should stop now dear," as if we had been playing a card game. Even though it's my story, I can't make it too easy, because part of the fun is the tease. So she puts her bra back on and says, "Get dressed sweetheart, it's time to make dinner," as if nothing has just happened. I want to say "Mom, I was just holding your bare tit in my hand and you were rubbing my cock...dinner...are you crazy?" All I get out is "Mom..." She's up and leaving after kissing me on the cheek and saying, "Come on, come on, I need your help." Then as she was doing the dishes she says, "You are quite lovely you know." Here's how I start to get to the action in my fantasy. We get a call about my father. It was a car accident and it was all over on impact. Even if there were no good feelings left between them, she had once loved him, married him, and he was gone. She also knew that the checks would stop, but the debts wouldn't. So she cries, I hold her, a switch somewhere is flipped, and our physically connected bodies triggers that chemical thing that happens. She lets my hands roam over her. Now it starts to get serious. My mother is looking up at me and she closes her eyes as she kisses my stomach. She lays her head on it and says, "I love you Stevie." She guides my hand to her bare breasts that are exposed to me. I take each fleshy tit in my hands as she undoes my pants and my hardened cock almost springs at her. I can hardly stand it and I can hardly stand. At that moment I have none of the confidence I usually have when I'm having sex with other girls. This is my mother and her mouth is approaching my cock. I let go of her tits as her wet mouth and tongue contact my cock. I hold her head as much for balance as to direct the length of my shaft in and out of her mouth. She's sucking and softly moaning as she blows me. It's impossible that my mother is blowing me, but I'm watching my thick cock sliding through her lips and entering her mouth where she's sucking and sucking and sucking. I pull out of her mouth because I don't want to come too soon and I get on the bed with her, kissing her as if we'd been lovers for years. She goes back down to my cock and in that position I can reach her pussy, which I begin to rub over her panties as she sucks me. I can hear her moan on my cock as my finger finds her clit. She stops to catch her breath and without looking up at me just says, "Oh Stevie." My mother's warm hand covers my balls and she's sucking on the head of a shaft I've never seen as long or hard. I slide my hand under her arm to take her tit in my hand and gently roll the nipple between my fingers. It feels rubbery and thick and if what she was doing to me didn't feel so unbelievable, I would have liked nothing better than to suck on that nipple until it was raw. With other girls I can last almost as long as I want to without coming, but with my mother I feel an uncontrollable explosion about to release. I pull out quickly and bend to kiss her until she can't breathe. I say, "It's too good in your mouth mom...too good not to come." She says, "Yes sweetheart, come...come in my mouth, I want you to." I return my cock to her mouth and I'm crazier than before. Hearing her say that makes me think I'll come before she even starts sucking, but I do last for a little while longer. I watch her lips slide along the shaft as my throbbing flesh fills her mouth. It's wet and hot in her mouth and she stops every once in a while to lick all over my cock with her pink tongue. I try to pull it out and push it in slowly to keep from exploding, but she starts breathing and sucking harder, and then when her hand works my balls, I start to lose it. I'm about to come in my mother's mouth and she's not only letting me, she's asking me to. The first stream is rocket propelled and my body jerks from the force and suddenness of the release. Mom doesn't know what to expect when she tells me to come in her mouth. She coughs and pulls back enough for me to splash her lips and chin and everywhere else as I automatically stroke my aching cock. The relief of coming sends a shudder through my body. When I open my eyes, I watch as mom comes back to my cock and takes the wet head back into her mouth. The look on her face is of a loving mother who wants very much to please her son. She sucks off the cream as I watch her lick her lips that are shiny with my juice. She swallows the small amount she has left in her mouth. She looks up at me and says, "I'm sorry dear, I didn't think it would come so hard...I tried to...I wanted to...do it good for you." I sigh with relief and smile, "Oh mom, you did it good; you did it great." She says, "You know love, you're the first man I ever...tasted...and I'm glad." So, I've made my mother into some kind of virgin again, but the thought is pleasing and it's my fantasy isn't it, who says it has to be perfectly realistic? While I'm at it, I go back for another and she takes me back into her mouth and sucks me into hardness so quickly, that even I'm surprised. I go straight up in a non-stop climb as if I were on a slingshot ride. She virtually attacks my cock with her mouth. She's rubbing me and sucking me and before I can catch my breath or do anything to stop the explosion, I'm creaming in her mouth over and over and she's swallowing the seed a mother isn't supposed take inside her. At that point in my story, I figure it's only right that I should satisfy her too. I slide out between her lips and ease her back on the bed. I quickly lift her skirt and pull her panties down before she can think to protest. It's only a few seconds later and my mouth is on her pussy. I can see her thick clit pushing up on the soft folds of her hood. Her most tender part is slick in my mouth as I lick and suck and prod it toward the release my mother needs. No girl ever made the noises my mother does. She's loud and beyond control. I'm excited by the way she moans and writhes under the tongue-lashing I'm giving her. I want to do to her what she had done to me, take her up hard and fast to the point of an unstoppable explosion. I could feel her respond the most when I suck her clit between my lips and rub it quickly with my tongue. I stop momentarily when I sense her orgasm approach, but she doesn't want to wait or be teased any more. She wants to come so badly she lets out a long moan and keeps repeating, "Make me come baby, please make me come." I take her clit again and whether it's my pinching her nipples at that moment or something else that triggers her, she raises her hips high as she lets out a long loud "Ooooohhh..." that starts at a high pitch and works its way down in a decrescendo that seems to sound forever. When she's done, she sobs softly a few times and when I come her arms, she sighs, "Thank you dear." Oh man, wouldn't it be nice if that were the way things happen? I was away from home for a couple of days for a school sports meet. And as rain postponed things, I'm spending much too much time on this fantasy, but it took on a life a life of its own. And the imagined things she says to me are turning me on as much as the sex. I think of making love to her all night long and she says things like, "Nothing ever felt so right, or so good," and "Stevie, I'm glad we found this way to love each other...I want you...I want you again...come to my bed baby make mama feel good again." I place my hand on the wet matted hair between my mother's legs and put my fingers on the slippery lips and say, "You're my beautiful pussy, mom." "Stevie, you're so handsome," she says, "And it makes me feel so good that you get so hard...for me." I say, "I have a beautiful mom with a beautiful body, anybody would get hard for you." I bring the stiffened mass to her mouth as she draws an excited breath through her teeth and then lets out her breath as she opens her mouth and closes her eyes. I feed her my cock. It was somehow exciting to me to think about being completely nude as my mother sucks on me with all her clothes on. We would then begin making love with the sun about to set and continue into the pitch dark. Her pussy is always wet and yielding, and the pace is slow and gentle when we start, and the intensity increases with the hours. The last word I put in my mother's mouth before the fantasy ended was, "Each time you're inside of me...I don't even know how to say it, but it just feels like I could explode, and it just seems to get better each time. It just feels so good to make love with you...with my dear boy. Sweetheart, I want to make you feel good, so much." I fell asleep that night thinking of things I could do with mom. That version of my life ended the very next day. The rest of the meet was rained out and I went home early. Reality brought my fantasy world crashing down on my head. As soon as I walked in the door, I knew that someone was having sex. I was home a day earlier than expected because the weekend meet was rained out. From downstairs, I thought that the voice going, "Yeah...yeah...oh yeah..." could've been my older brother Brendan's. Maybe he'd brought one of his girlfriends over. Or less likely, perhaps it was the guy that my mom was seeing from work. It had never happened before, so I thought it would be funny if it really were my mom. I crept up the stairs and looked through the partially opened door. It wasn't Brendan and his girlfriend, nor my mother and her boyfriend. It was Brendan and my mother. What the fuck...? My brain froze. Brendan was on top of her, in the process of pulling out and kneeling above her chest. Even in my shock, somewhere it registered what nice tits my mom had. My brother was his usual dictatorial self. One year older than me, but always the boss. He had his cock at my mother's lips and he was saying, "Come on, suck it, suck it." She opened her mouth and he thrust it in. I watched as she tried valiantly to swallow as much of his dong as she could. He had an amused look on his face. She struggled and then gagged at one point, but Brendan seemed intent on shoving as much of it down her throat as he could, whatever the consequences for her. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and roughly took her by the thighs and slid her down on the bed. With her legs open and her eyes wide, she looked so vulnerable to me. Brendan brought his dick to my mother's pussy and literally stuffed her with it. She seemed uncomfortable as he stroked faster and harder with each insertion. Her sounds were more of pain than pleasure as he pounded her. In the space of a few minutes, my conflicted feelings emerged. I wanted to rip him off her and beat the shit out of him. I wanted to take her and shake her, and ask her what the hell she was doing fucking her son. And with my cock swelling in my pants, I wanted to get on her and fuck her too. After all my wild imaginings about my mother, there it was, happening, with Brendan in my place. Before I had time to even think about what I should be doing, Brendan got loud, and after delivering only ten or twelve strokes into my mother's pussy, he started coming with a big grunting, "Wohhhh..." He then let out a long exhaled, "Ahhh..." as he came inside her. Well, he did and he didn't come inside her, because when he was done, he said, "One day I'm going to fuck you without this damned condom." My mother then showed the first sign of control and resolve that I had seen. Unlike her usual demeanor, each word came out in a slow hard tone when she said, "No you're not." He didn't answer. I don't know why, but it made me feel better that she made him wear a condom. I went back down and waited, not knowing which way to direct my thoughts. Brendan came down first and in his usual effusive, warm, and brotherly way; he nodded, and said, "Hey," as he walked out the door. Tooth and Nail I responded with the second half of the 'conversation' we'd been having for years and said, "Hey," in the same monotone we always exchanged. About fifteen minutes later, mom came down, freshly made up, but looking shaky. "Stevie, what are you doing home? You weren't supposed to be back until tomorrow; are you all right?" "I'm fine mom," I said, "We were rained out." "Oh" she said, "Okay. Do you want me to make you something to eat?" "No thanks," I said. That would be the end of the pleasantries between us for a while, because the next thing we did was sit at the piano where she wanted to teach me a ragtime duet, and right in the middle of "The Maple Leaf Rag" I stopped and said, "I saw you mom." Now at that point I had no reason for going there. I mean, what did I expect to get from confronting her? Did I think she was going to say, "Oh, okay, you saw me doing it with Brendan, so now I'll do it with you?" My brain was pretty much oatmeal, so when she said, with startled eyes, "Saw what?" I plunged ahead. "I saw you in bed with Brendan, I saw you..." She covered her mouth with both hands and the muffled words, "Ohhh noooo" combined with her breath through her fingers, made an eerie sound. Her eyes were really wide now and didn't say anything. I didn't know if she was waiting for me to speak or trying to read my reaction because her eyes were flitting all over my face. Since I hadn't sorted out my feelings or thoughts, I didn't say anything either. I mean, what could I say, how could you do that terrible thing with my brother when I really mean, please do that terrible thing with me? Could I be angry, ashamed, hurt? Well, I guess I was, and wasn't, all of those things. Finally she said, "My God, what you must think...don't hate me Stevie, it happened...but it's never going to happen again. I told him...Brendan's going to be living at school from now on...it's over...it was wrong and I'm so sorry you saw that Stevie...please forgive me." Her eyes filled with tears about to fall and I still didn't say anything. Who was I to forgive her, especially for something I had been dreaming of doing with her myself. What I said was, "How long has this..." "Stevie," she said, as the weight of her tears brought them down her face, "Please don't make me...it just started and now it's over...I just can't talk now...it's over, I promise...don't ask me any more now, please honey." I could feel the heat and discomfort coming from her because we were still almost touching as we sat on the piano bench. I wanted to know all I could; the idiot voice in my head was probably saying, 'Maybe you'll find out how to do it too,' so I said, "Okay mom, but we have to talk about this at some time." "I know Steven, just not right now." She put her hand on my arm after saying that. She got up and climbed the stairs up to her room, where she remained until the next morning. Things were quiet in the house for the next few days and got even quieter when Brendan moved out. I was about to start a training course for Meriwether Electronics that would take me away from home for two weeks. And the night before I left, I said, "Mom, tell me what happened between you and Brendan." She said, "I know I said, we'd talk about it but...it's too upsetting...what difference does it make now, it's all done Stevie...I was lonely...he...he..." At that point she cried and I held her. She was lost in her tears and probably didn't even realize I was kissing her face every once in a while to console her. It really wasn't sex at that point, I don't think, I just felt bad for her. She kissed me back a few times and I was holding her for the longest time. I said, "I love you mom." She answered without looking up, "I love you too Stevie." Then somehow, while she was moving away from me her hand brushed across my thigh, and across the thick, hard, erection I had developed. She jumped back as if she was jabbed with an electric prod. She practically yelled, "Stevie...what...what are you doing?" I had no idea what to say and I just said, "I love you mom," with a shrug. I went close to her again and held her arms and said again, "I love you," this time I kissed her. I couldn't tell if she was letting me kiss her, kissing me back, or just in shock. She pulled back and said, "Oh God, is this real? Am I crazy?" She shook her head back and forth as if trying to convince herself. After a moment, she gathered herself and said, "Listen to me Steven, what happened with your brother was the worst mistake of my life, and I promised myself I would never be so foolish again; it just about wrecked me. You know, it's probably because you saw your brother and me; I'm sure it set off a lot of mixed feelings in you, but I don't think that this is what you really want and it isn't what I need now." "You're wrong mom," I said, "It is what I really want and it has nothing to do with Brendan. Mom, I've thought about you like this for a long time. No matter what I did to stop myself, it was always you. I've always wanted you and I always will. Do you mean to tell me you never knew what I felt for you was more than mother-son stuff? How could you not know...how could you not know I wanted you all this time?" "Oh God Stevie, maybe I did, at some level. But you know, sometimes, no matter how much you may know something; you just push it out of your mind. I saw you looking at me baby, I even saw you...you know, hard, a few times. But I always said to myself that you were either thinking of someone else, or just because I'm a woman, and I'm around, maybe you couldn't help it and got excited." "You're right about one thing mom, I do get excited when you were around, but that's only a part of it. I wanted you mom...I wanted to love you; I wanted to make love to you the way I did in all the fantasies that saw me through the nights, the way I want you now. I dreamed that maybe one day I'd be able to show you how hard you make me, and that you wouldn't be ashamed of me. I dreamed that one day you'd love me and..." "Oh sweetheart, you're torturing me. You know I love you and I would never be ashamed of you, but this is just too much to take in. Stevie, a mother isn't supposed to have sex with her son...oh God...I..." "Mom, do you feel anything like what I'm talking about?" "Stevie, you're a handsome young man, and I guess I can't help feeling a physical attraction, but..." "Mom, you said a mother isn't supposed to have sex with her son, and maybe you're right because I never thought of it as just having sex. I always thought of it as loving you...and, don't get mad, but I have to tell you...I'm always thinking of you making love to me...with your mouth, and making love to me with your pussy..." I couldn't tell if the expression on her face was surprise, terror, or excitement. I stopped talking. She looked down, quietly resigned. In a moment of excitation and with the silence from her, which I took for assent, I did what I had wanted to do for a long time. I took her breast in my hand. Every inch of me was pounding as her fullness filled my palm. It felt bigger than it looked. I gently massaged it as I thought about reaching in under her bra. The whole experience lasted about two seconds before she removed my hand. "Steven, you can't do that to me. It's not right, and no matter what happened between your brother and me, nothing is going to make it right...I just can't." I could see that nothing I could say at the moment was going to change her mind so I resigned myself and said, "Okay mom." With a look that showed the relief she felt, she said, "Thank you baby; thanks for understanding." She gave me a hug, which was of course the worst thing she could have done because I had to feel her tits pressing into my chest. It was a long two weeks away and even though the training program went well, all my free time was consumed with my feelings for my mother. We spoke every night about everything, except what I wanted to talk about. When I got back home nothing happened for a long while and I was pretty much resigned to never having my mom when I overheard a phone conversation she was having with one of her friends. She used the name Mike, but it didn't take me long to figure out who she was really talking about. She said, "Marina, you can't imagine what this is doing to me. I have to see him at work every day and I want him so badly. He's half my age and...well there are other complications...you know him being from work, and my having gone out with his brother...damn, it's just so complicated." I couldn't hear the other end of the conversation, but it sounded like Marina was encouraging her and mom said, "No, I'm not going to give in to it this time, I'm going to fight it tooth and nail...I'm just not going to let sex screw up my life any more...no matter how much I want to." After hearing that and combining it with the fact that no matter who I went out with, or who I fucked, it was still my mother that was driving my desires, I decided to try again to get something going between us. Since I knew how she felt, I was more comfortable kissing her more, hugging her longer, touching her in ways that were short of sexual, but past platonic. When I didn't push past her comfort level, she responded, and we kissed. When I held it a little too long she said, "We shouldn't." And when I said, "Can't I even kiss my mother to tell her I love her," she relented and kissed me back. On that Saturday night when I first touched her below the waist, I don't like to think I got her drunk to do it, but I did keep re-filling her wine glass. When she went in to bed, I knocked on her door to ask her about getting up early and going to the ball game the next day. When I went in, she was on the bed fully clothed and I asked, "Are you okay?" She said, "Sure honey, I guess I had too much to drink and I'm just resting." I said, "Can I talk to you or should we leave it for tomorrow?" She patted the bed and said, "No it's okay, come sit." Instead of sitting, I laid down beside her and rested my hand over hers, and after asking about the ball game, and setting up the time to leave in the morning, I said, "Mom, is it terrible that I love you the way I do?" She took her time to answer and then said, "Honey I know it's hard for you, and it's hard for me too; I know what most people think and even though I'm older than you, I'm probably just as confused when it comes to...maybe we should just let it be and not even talk about it because..." I rolled toward her and kissed her gently. It was almost a whimper when she said, "Oh God," and kissed me back. I didn't push it, as hard as I was, and as hard as it was to do, I just kept kissing her slowly, on her lips, on her eyes, on her neck. After a long time, I put my hand on her breast and she said, "Honey, I can't sleep with you...I won't..." I said, "I know mom, it's okay, I just want to kiss you for a little while, and then I'll go. If you don't want me to..." I didn't finish the sentence, I just returned to her lips and mouth. I unbuttoned her shirt and felt her over her bra. She let me slip the loose cotton pants off her. I stripped to my briefs and held her close. She said, "No more." And I didn't know if she was talking about clothing, or touching, or kissing, but I again went to her lips, and she responded. I asked her if I could see her without her underwear, she shook her head, 'No,' but she didn't stop me when I took off my briefs. So we lay side by side with her in bra and panties and my erection starting to reach the ceiling. I put my hand on her belly and when she didn't stop me, I slid down over the sheer nylon that barely hid anything, and I had my first feel of my mother's pussy. She put her hand on my cock, and whatever number is the highest on the hardness scale, I reached it. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and just held it, hardly squeezing or moving. When she barely whispered, "God, why do you have to be so hard for me?" I wasn't sure if there was any satisfaction in her voice, or just dismay at the situation between us. I did know she wasn't really asking me a question, so I shut up and just enjoyed feeling the pressure of her hand on my shaft. I could feel the heat and moisture under my palm and wanted to rub her, but when I started to, she put her hand over mine to keep me from moving. I guessed that she wanted me to go slow, but I didn't want to break the spell by asking her anything at that point. After some excruciatingly long minutes of feeling great and wanting more at the same time, my mother gently moved on my shaft. I started the same slow pace as I rubbed her pussy and she didn't stop me. At one point she guided my fingers up to her button and directed my vertical stroke into a circular one. The effect on her was immediate. She started moaning and moving on the bed, at the same time squeezing and stroking my cock more firmly. In a matter of minutes her moans became little cries that kept time with the up and down movement of her hand along the length of my cock. I knew I was about to come and I wanted to warn her, but I just got out, "Mom...oh mom..." as my eruption let fly with a strong initial stream that shot into the air. She cried out and said, "Oh God, baby...baby..." and as some of my cum lubricated her hand, she stroked faster and each release felt so good it sent a jolt of electricity through me. My coming caused me to press harder, and I could feel her arch up into my hand as she said, "Ohhh...I'm coming...ohhh..." My mother came, whimpering, and breathing hard. When she finished, she turned her face into my chest and covered it with her hand. I said, "Mom?" but she didn't answer. After a few minutes, she got up without looking at me and went into the bathroom. I could tell she wanted to be alone, so I left the room. After a couple of hours I knocked on her door. She quietly said, "Come in." She was sitting in a chair wearing the satin ecru robe I had given her birthdays a few years before. I could tell she had nothing on underneath it and that she had been sitting there for all that time just staring out. "Mom," I said, "I don't want to make you unhappy...I just want to show you how much I love you." "Honey I know that, and I love you so much I could...oh baby, this is too much for me. I can't be physical with you like this. God help me, I want to..." She was quiet for a moment and then said, "I shouldn't be saying things like this to you, but I want you know, I'm not rejecting you because...oh Steven, I want to do all the things you want to do...I want to love you with all of me, I want...I know you can't understand it now because you want me, and you can see what I feel too, but one day you'll see that I'm doing this for both of us. If we make love, it's going to mess us both up for a long time, and for what, it can't last, it'll feel good for a little while and you'll get tired of me, and you'll need a real relationship with someone your own age...someone you can share a life with...have children with..." I started to protest but she stopped me, "No, I know what you're going to say and none of this is going to make any sense in the long run." "Okay mom," I said, "Then I'll just say that I love you now and I'll love you always, and I'm always going to want you the same way." She started to tear up and I kissed her wet eyes and gave her a loving kiss on her lips that she tremblingly returned. I couldn't leave without knowing if that was the last real kiss she was ever going to give me, so I kissed her deeply with more love in it than sex, whatever that may mean, but it made sense at the time, and she kissed me back. Then she said, "You have to go now love, you have to." I kissed her cheek and said, "Good night, darling." She smiled at the word I'd never used before, and said, "Good night." I started my job and it took a lot of my time, but there was always some point in the day where I thought about mom, and I guess I was on her mind too because she called me on my cell whenever she knew I had a break. We did what we had done on her bed every once in a while. I guess she had a limit in mind because it never happened more than once every few weeks. We did more music all the time and I learned to understand the places pure music could get you to. There was an emotional and sometimes even sexual reaction when there was no reference to anything outside the sounds and pitches and timbres. I could be in the place that most resembled the moment of union with the one I now loved. While never at the piano, but there was still some physicality between us. What she did let me do was kiss and touch her over her clothes. After I learned that nothing was coming off, she didn't stop me when I came up behind her as she applied make-up, or did the dishes. I ran my hands down the curves of her body and never lingered, knowing she would get uncomfortable. When she stood in front of a mirror, I could see the sadness behind her closed eyes until I kissed her neck, which became our signal that it was over. She usually gave a long sigh afterward which I chose to interpret as a kind of climax or release, rather than relief. We talked about everything, everything but sex of course. What was going on between us was never mentioned. So everything I did was trial and error, but I guess we operate a lot of our life that way anyway. She was wearing a white jacket with black piping the day she let me expose her from the waist up. She told me it was okay, but not with words. As we kissed, her moans were a little more vocal, her movements were a little more insistent. She looked down as I unbuttoned the white jacket. She wore a black bra that the tops of her tits were spilling out of. I pulled the soft bra down exposing the wonderful flesh. Looking at her bare breasts close up, I said, a little too loudly, "Wow." Still not meeting my eyes, she got the smallest grin on her face that betrayed some pleasure, and then I said, "Mom, you've got beautiful nipples." And they were terrific; large pinkish circles with solid nubs in the center. There was only one thing anyone would want to do at that point. I leaned over taking one of her tits in my hand and brought the nipple between my lips. The fullness in my hand was unexpected as I licked and sucked my mother's nipple, and I drew on it until it swelled in my mouth. Through a moan she said, "Kiss me honey, kiss me." I did, for a long time, never releasing the velvety flesh I finally held. That part of the trial went well. The error part of the incident was trying to get her to take off her skirt. That pretty much ended whatever was going on. The next time we were in bed together, after we had both come, she didn't get up the way she usually did. I took the opportunity to kiss her and stroke her. When she saw me getting hard again she uttered the first remark about what was going on between us; it sounded as if she was talking to herself rather than to me. Her face wore an almost bewildered look. "It's amazing," she said, "It doesn't matter to you that I'm your mother...you get so hard...so fast..." I said, "You're wrong mom, it does matter. That's what makes it so good. And I love it that it's you...your breasts, your pussy, that makes me so hard. Just doing this with you is better than making any kind of love with anyone I've ever been with, do you know that mom?" She looked at me, shook her head and said, "Stevie, Stevie...what am I going to do?" I thought of lots of things, but I didn't say any of them. She started to get up and I took her arm and urged her back towards me. She gave in, and I had her in my arms. She kissed me with a release of emotions that told me what I been waiting to hear. With her bra and panties off she laid back and opened her legs. Looking at her moved me, because I knew that what I was witnessing was a rare experience - the sight of a desired mother, opened for her son. How could I not want to do everything to her, and with her? I drank in the sight of all that creamy skin and the sweet pussy between her legs. Tooth and Nail She closed her eyes and my first urge was to be inside her, but looking at her pussy made me want to taste her first. Very few of the girls I had been with had triggered this desire, but with my mother, the thought of pleasuring her with my mouth brought me pleasure. I kissed down her belly and let my tongue lick along the folds. It was moist and soft and I got excited. I slipped my tongue up the opening until I reached her hood and licked over the nub. I sucked it into my mouth and worked it while I listened to my mother moan. When I stopped she exhaled contentedly and opened her eyes to see me looking up and down the lines and curves of her body. I said, "Mom, just looking at you fills up my heart." I could see that she was touched as she reached her hand out and said, "Oh Steven..." I got on my knees between her legs and raised them by the ankles. I told her to hold them and she surprised me when she took her legs by the calves and pulled them back far enough to open herself to me. She was more limber than I imagined and even though her feet weren't by her head, they were close. This stretched her center open and I could see the invitation her two openings presented. Do you know how it feels after you've been totally out of it for a while, and then one morning you wake up feeling good, or when the noise from the construction site that's been pounding all day finally stops? That's the relief I felt when I entered my mother's pussy; it was a relief I'd never felt with any other woman. For the first time, I called her by her name, and I said, "Diana, I love you." She only said, "Oh God..." That first entry into her wet pussy was more than I expected. The way her velvety insides held my cock and the way she moved, and the way I felt, it was like I'd never had sex before. As I drew in and out, the soft lips of her vagina caressed my shaft. I couldn't believe it was my mother's pussy that was doing it to me. I was so nervous, I kept asking her if it was okay with practically every stroke, "Mom is it good, mom is it too hard, mom does it hurt?" She must have found all my questions amusing, because she relaxed for a moment and sort of smiled, "No baby, it's good...it's very good...you're all inside me." She began gyrating and her moans turned her expression serious. I relaxed a little and stroked deeper and realized by her sounds that she was enjoying it as much as I was. I was in the soft wet place I could only imagine a moment before and the reality was a revelation. I opened my eyes and slowed to look at her, and when she shifted position she looked at me and with an expression that showed the passion that had engulfed her. When I thought about it I said, "Mom, I'm not wearing anything." She said, "I know, it's okay." I felt good because it meant she was protected and unlike with Brendan, she was letting me be flesh on flesh. My cock was hard and thick as it probed her pussy. Her lips were creamy and spread easily to allow me to stroke her. I entered her center and she said, "Yes there...there." I pushed my thickened flesh deeper up into her pussy and she said, "Oh God, you're inside me...so good...so big inside me." My mother's pussy was humid and slippery and each stroke took me deeper to her center. I savored each stroke that rode into her body as if it were an experience I might never have again. My cock was thick with desire and I tried to control myself because I wanted to be inside my mother's massaging channel as long as I could. I was inside her, and she wanted me there, and I never wanted it to end. As she moved and squirmed and writhed under me, I took her right leg and crossed it to my left shoulder. I kissed her ankle and moved up her leg as I continued to stroke her. I couldn't tell if the pulsing was from my throbbing flesh or my mothers. The new entry felt different than before. She became even more animated and noisy and I realized that the angle of my entry into her pussy seemed to hit her 'G' spot in just the right place. She looked amazing. She had her legs up and she was holding one calf with one hand and with the other she caressed her breast. I was moving in and out of her gyrating pussy and she was moaning. The fit was so good. I filled her, and she was wrapped all around me, squeezing and massaging me with the warm silky flesh I was never supposed to feel. I wanted to do everything to her at once. I wanted to put my cock every place it would go. I wanted to stay inside her forever. But it felt so good, that I knew forever would soon come to an end. I kissed her; I touched her gently, and then firmly. I looked at her soft smile and saw her love as she took me into her pussy. I varied the strokes and each contact brought a surprised "Oooh" from her. Over and over she said it until the long "Oooh's became a rapid-fire "OH, OH, OH, OH." Her pussy was juicing more with each insertion. I watched each inch of me as it entered the pussy that seemed to be made for me. Her velvety warm center welcomed her son. I kept thrusting and reveled in the thought and sensations of making my mother come. She trembled and stiffened and said, "Stevie I'm coming...I'm COMING..." My mother's pussy was grasping and clenching on the hard pipe that filled her and I could feel her using my cock as the tool of her pleasure. I kept pushing the length of my cock into her pussy until I could feel a wet discharge as her long orgasm continued. The sound that came from her was a cry of, "Aieeeee..." that I would have thought was pain if I wasn't inside her, and watching the pleasure she felt as she came. I was surprised because I thought for sure I would come before she did, but as she cried out, I began releasing my cum into her pussy as the spasms wracked her body. "Stevie, Stevie, Stevie..." She must have said my name a hundred times as I flooded her with love and cum. The sound of my name at the top of her lungs caromed off the bedroom walls and I stroked into the wetness our mingled juices provided. All the good feelings and anticipation of having her again, all night, all week, all year, dissolved after a few minutes when her tears came. Her words were drowned out, but mostly, "Oh God...I said I wouldn't...no, no, no...what's wrong with me..." I guess I was frustrated because it had been so perfect and there she was carrying on; so I said, "WHY ARE YOU CRYING?" It was loud, it was insensitive, and the tone as much as anything brought her up short. She looked furious. I thought I was about to get the first ever whack across the face from her, but instead she wrenched the sheet and wrapped herself in it as she went towards her bathroom. If it wasn't so upsetting I might have been amused at the dramatic line that she delivered as she left, "Don't be here when I come out." I hope never to see the look she gave me again. How can you feel so awful so quickly after feeling great? The next morning, we had 'The Talk.' I started to apologize, but she stopped me. "It's okay Steven, it wasn't your fault...I'm sorry too, but I've had a whole night to think this through. I want you to understand something honey. You are very good for me...that way...I let myself get carried away, because it was so good, but it was a mistake, and it would be so easy to just keep making the same mistake again and again, but I'm not going to let that happen. Stevie, I'm not saying any of this was your fault, but one of us has to think clearly, and it has to be me. I saw how you were with me, you're a young man...this thing is exciting now, but in the end, it's still sex with your mother, and it's going to end badly...very badly for both of us." All I knew was that a beautiful woman was in front of me. I didn't care how old she was and I didn't care what the next week or year might bring. I just wanted to love her, there, then. I told her every reason I could think of why she was wrong, but she didn't even hear them. At that moment there was nothing I could have said that would have made any impression at all. It got me down. During the following weeks, she pulled away from me. I missed the way we used to sit and listen to music, with her hand on my chest, resting on me. I missed thinking of her open for me, wanting me, taking me inside her. Mom started spending more time with Marina. We all had dinner together at least once or twice a week and it became evident to me that marina was attracted to my mother. She was a pretty woman in her early thirties, and I wouldn't have thought she was gay except for the way she was always touching my mother, and kiddingly calling her 'Mom.' Lots of guys are turned on when they think of women making love to each, and the thoughts of Marina and my mother eating each other's pussy did produce pretty pictures in my head, but I was still uncomfortable. Mainly because whether a relationship starts off as physical, or emotional, both usually end up in the mix. Not that I had any say in the matter, but I didn't want mom and Marina involved. So when my mother came home late one night after being with her, I asked her, "Mom, do you like Marina?" "Of course I like her," she said. Actually, what came out was '"Coursh I like'er." When my mother drinks, it's usually not more than an occasional beer, or wine with dinner, so that she fairly reeked of liquor surprised me. I gave her an exasperated look and said, "You know what I mean, mom." She said, "Oh...that. No, it didn't work out...some kissing and stuff, but it's not for me...it would have been nice, but I'm stuck with who I am...men..." That was more or less the gist of it. If I was surprised at her condition that night, I was more surprised, when about fifteen minutes after we went to bed, she came into my room. She pulled back my sheet and began going down on me. I should have stopped her, I knew she'd had too much, but I couldn't. Her mouth was on me, and I couldn't. Her tongue was on me, and I wouldn't. Her excitement was evident and her sounds were loud as she worked my cock with her mouth. She held my balls as she sucked and licked in a frenzy. Her head was moving as fast as her mouth until I gently held it and she calmed. I reached into her nightgown and held her breast with the tips of my fingers. The velvety tit slid through them when she moved up and down on my shaft. I know there was no sound in the room besides her sucking and my moaning, but I still heard the rush of the ocean in my ears. If I went nearly out of my mind with excitement, it was understandable. One of my mother's hands was on my balls, one of my mother's hands was on my shaft, and my mother's mouth was doing wondrous things as she sucked me. It didn't take long to reach the point of no return. I had no time to warn her as I quickly came. She must have realized and anticipated at an instinctive level, because she fisted hard at just the right time to give me an explosive orgasm. When I was through, her hand and my cock were both slathered with my cum. Without a pause she took me back into her mouth. She sucked off the cream went back to the same pace and quickly I was up and hard. She mounted me. She obviously wasn't wearing panties under the nightgown. I found that out when the head of my cock contacted the lips of her pussy. She pushed down until I eased through her lips and then she filled herself slowly as my width pressed against the walls of her channel. She got wet fast and was then able to ride me more easily. She leaned back with her eyes closed, and her hands on my thighs. She gyrated slowly. She moved forward and back and my shaft toggled in her pussy. When she moved around, I could feel the flesh of her ass on my balls. As she rose and fell, using my cock to spear herself, I watched in fascination in the dim light as my length appeared and then disappeared into the depths of her pussy. The incredible sensation of feeling my shaft pushing up between my mother's legs into that taboo passageway made me dizzy. The sensation of my hardness in her softness intensified when she lifted and lowered herself until she couldn't take any more. I lifted the nightgown off her and threw it aside. There were only glimmers of light that fell on them, but her breasts looked lovely. I grasped them fully and massaged them up to the large nipples. The flesh filled my hands, and yielded, unlike some implants I'd come across. I pulled them toward me, and she bent forward allowing me to take one in my mouth. I sucked hard and my mother moaned without stopping her movement on my cock. Then she said, "OH." That was the only word she said, over and over, as she straightened up and impaled herself fast and hard. Her orgasm triggered mine and I let go into her pussy until we were both spent. She collapsed on me and breathed hard for a while without saying anything. The smell of the drinks she'd had was as strong as when she'd come in. I said, "Mom..." thinking we could talk about what was going on between us. I wanted to tell her so many things: what a special mom she was, how good she was for me, how good it could be for both of us to be together, but she left, unsteadily, without saying a word. The next day was Saturday and we both slept late. When I got up she was still in her robe, but busily straightening and cleaning at a nervous pace. Again my part of the conversation was "Mom..." This time she answered and said, "If it's about last night, I don't want to talk about it..." She was tightly wound, and I didn't know if the expression on her face was anger, disgust, frustration, or a concoction of all. "I just don't," she added. I said, "Okay mom." She said, "Thank you," and went about the busy work. We were getting nowhere fast. There was no repeat of that late night visit, which I waited for weeks to happen, and the next time we had contact, we finally talked. She wanted to teach me "The Blue Danube" on the piano and she was playing a recording of it. The music was on; she looked so soft in a jersey knit dress. I took her hand and said, "Come dance, mom." She kept refusing until I kidded her into getting up from the bench, and she wasn't in my arms more than a few minutes before she started to cry. I knew what it was, but I still said, "What is it, mom?" "I'm so unhappy, Stevie...this thing is too much for me." She hammered me lightly on the chest with her fist a few times. Then she did it a little harder; I let pound until she stopped. "Why does it have to be you, of all people, I can't find someone to love and to want, other than my own son? What's wrong with me?" When I said, in a cartoonish voice, "Well babe, I guess it's the same thing that's wrong with me," she almost laughed. "Be serious Steven, we're mother and son, we can't go around doing...these things." I said, "Well then maybe I should go after Marina since we both have you in common." She wasn't amused, so I got serious and said, "Mom, I love you, and it's great with you, and..." "No Steven, none of that matters, it's not right." "Who says, people out there? Who cares what they think?" "That's just it...I think it's not right...I care." There was a long pause and she said, "Stevie, one of us has to move out the house, I can't do this." I was flattened, and in the space of a disgusted moment, I saw myself without her, and didn't give a fuck anymore. "Fine, I'll go, "I said. "I'll get an apartment closer to work, I'll call you once a month and..." "Stevie, don't do that, please baby." She put her arms around me and I softened and said, "Okay, kiss me good-bye." I sort of smiled and added, "And you'd better make it a good fucking kiss." She laughed and she kissed me, and it was a good fucking kiss, but if I was waiting for the scene where the kiss leads to bed and happily ever after, it didn't happen. I moved out. And if I was waiting for the scene where she misses me so much after a few weeks that we then end up in bed, well, that didn't happen either. I mean, really, what could I do, what could I say? A mother was saying to her son, 'I don't want to sleep with you,' what kind of counter-argument can you come up with for that one? The thing of it was, that after being inside her, it felt like we were sharing more than just the physical act. I wasn't quite sure what it was, until I didn't have it anymore. I did go over to the house and we had dinner together a few times a week, but it was the piano that kept us close. The music became a bond and it was an almost intimate dialogue that we shared when we played for each other. I had played her a Chopin nocturne and when I saw how moved she was, I said, "Mom, it's been over six month's since we were together; neither of us has mentioned it and I know you're probably happy about that, but I just want to say something, if it's all right with you." I could see she was troubled, but she said, "Stevie, I'm uncomfortable for more than one reason...go ahead, you can say whatever you want." I said, "I just want you to know that that it's not about the sex anymore, maybe at first it was, you know, the excitement, and the taboo of it all, but now I want you because you're the person I love." "Oh Steven," the tone was dismissive, "You love me because I'm your mother, and I know that boys sometimes want their mother, but this whole business is just...forbidden pleasure for you, or getting off, or whatever they're calling it these days." "You're wrong mom. Is that was it was for you? I've been out with enough girls in the last six months to know the difference. It means almost nothing when I'm with them. Besides Marina, you've hardly been out all this time, why not? You used to date, what about that guy from work you used to see, why aren't you going out?" "Why are you doing this me? Okay maybe it is different for me, but I'm older, I've been through it...so you're right, that's why Bob doesn't call anymore. I wasn't interested in sleeping with him and I'm not looking for anyone because I'm so tired of all the...crap." She started getting upset and loud and she said, "Okay so what am I supposed to do about it? Yes it was different with you, yes it was good with you, yes I wanted you, is that what you want to hear; well I said it, and so now what...I'm not going to have an affair with my son." I tried to calm her down but all I got out was "Mom..." before she went into a rant, getting in my face, and poking me in the chest with her finger. "Do you hear me, do you hear me, do you hear me?" That was when she dissolved into tears and fell into my arms. Did I want to kiss her as she held me? Did I want to touch her as she melted in my embrace? It took every ounce of determination not to. After she calmed down and we sat quietly for a while, she said, "Why didn't you...you know that five minutes ago I couldn't have stopped you...I wouldn't have...but you do know that, don't you, don't you Steven." It wasn't a question, and she smiled as she touched my face and said, "I guess you do love me, don't you Steven?" I said, "Yes mom...that's what I've been trying to tell you." "Thank you honey, for loving me like that." She let out a long breath and said, "Can you hold me for a while baby?" I said, "Sure mom." We sat. She fell asleep in my arms for over an hour. When she awakened, she kissed me on the lips, short, motherly; too short, too motherly. Time passed as if it wasn't passing. My birthday came; I didn't get what I wanted. Her birthday went; I was almost resigned to going on without her, even if in a fog of disbelief. How could it be? I was convinced that we should be together. Maybe I hadn't tried hard enough, maybe I'd tried too hard. My head was muddled, and all I seemed to do was dance with my confusion. So I did what any normal person would do. I almost got killed. It sounds a lot more dramatic than it actually was, some whacko with a gun – that turned out not be loaded, held six people hostage for about ten minutes in an electronics shop. I happened to be in there to show them the new mini-DVD players. The clerk pushed a silent alarm, the guy had his hands up before the cops even said a word and I had ten of my fifteen minutes of allotted fame. I downplayed it for mom, but it made the local news and when she saw it, she hyperventilated. Tooth and Nail After she got over the initial shock, she brought her face to within inches of mine. Her eyes were wide and the light seemed to make them iridescent. She said, "I could have lost you...and I would have nothing...nothing...I'm fighting you tooth and nail...I'm tired of fighting Stevie..." I didn't wait for the rest. I kissed her and she kissed me, and we were on each other, over each other, under each other, as the clothes found the far corners of the living room. We were both naked when she said, "Not here baby, in my room." She took my hand and we went to her bedroom. There was no reluctance, only relief, and mom let go. She didn't have to say the words to describe how she felt. Her legs and arms were open in such a way that showed it all. My cock thickened quickly and there was little foreplay the first time. I was inside her and she was lubricated enough for me to make my way fully into her pussy in a few strokes. She lovingly looked at me, and she lovingly took me inside her. The build-up was quick. My entries and re-entries into my mother's pussy were strong and she flexed her hips to meet me with matching force and passion. I filled so much of her pussy that when I pulled back, it felt as if her emptiness sucked me back in. She got more excited. She must have turned at least three times in five minutes. I was on top of her and then after stroking her for a short while, she was on top of me. I pulled her toward me and grabbed her meaty globes to get even deeper into her pussy. My hand spread her ass and without thinking I pushed my finger as far as it would go into her. She made sweet sounds as I fingered her. She turned me on top of her again and we climbed straight up. Her moans told me she was also almost there. She was saying, "Stevie...Stevie..." as she ran her hands over every part of me she could reach. She stiffened and bucked up and I started to move in and out of her as fast as my hips could piston. It took me up to an explosive release that made me almost laugh in surprise. Mom was saying, "Yes...yes..." as she felt me coming inside her. She had stayed arched as she climaxed and she said, "Yes, hard, like that baby, yes...oh..." The reaction after we both finished was so much different than the first time. She was laughing and quickly kissed me a hundred times in a hundred places saying, "I love you," all along the way. I laughed with her. When we rested for a moment, mom said, "We're not doing something we're going to regret, are we baby?" I said, "No, and if I knew this was going to happen, I would have almost gotten myself killed a long time ago." She smacked me playfully and said, "Don't even kid about that...I love you too much." Her long kisses didn't take long to ignite me again. I entered her gently this time and spoke to her as each measured stroke went the whole length of my shaft. "Sweet mother, Sweet Diane, you're my beautiful baby," I told her. She smiled wide at my calling her that. I didn't want to ask the question, but I couldn't help myself. "Mom...was Brendan good for you?" "No baby, he wasn't. He hurt me...and the worst part was that he didn't care. Sweetheart, you never have to compare yourself to him, you're perfect for me." I stroked into her with long fluid insertions and she said, "Oh sweet baby, every inch of you fills every inch of my pussy...you were made for me...your cock was made for me...beautiful cock...big beautiful perfect cock...my cock, my cock, my cock..." She kept repeating it, getting off on saying it as she took it into her pussy. And with every stroke I felt it too. I'd never heard my mother talk like that and it filled me with a joyful excitement. That it was the best sex I'd ever had wasn't even a question. Nothing had ever come close to being in my mother's pussy like that. I told her, and she said, "Yes baby, because I'm for you." Her pussy was sopping with moisture, but I was big enough to still be snug against the walls of her pussy. We made love that way for a while and I was so hungry for her, I wanted to experience all of her, in every way I could. I pulled out and she seemed surprised, but when I straddled over breasts, she knew what I wanted. She opened her mouth for me. I gently stroked between her lips and at one point she stopped to say, "I can taste me on you." She sucked me a few times, and then she said, "Now I want to taste you." I'm sure many would be horrified by the sight, but to me there couldn't be anything more beautiful. A mother was showing a love for her son that was beyond what society could comprehend. Seeing my mother like that made me crazy with love and sex. At that point, I don't think there was anything in the world anyone could have offered me in exchange for coming in my mother's mouth. Each time she drew me into her mouth, I could feel her love and desire. She used her mouth and tongue all over the head of my cock until the knob was swollen to purple. I was right at the point of explosion when she stroked my balls in just the right way to pull the trigger. Just as the explosive orgasm closed my eyes, I saw a hint of a smile around my mother's lips. The cum poured from my cock into my mother's mouth until it overflowed. She was swallowing, but the white cream still found its way onto her lips and chin. I thought it would never stop as stream after stream shot out of me. The release brought a relief that made my whole body exhale. She sucked me until I was literally dry, except for the warm saliva from her lips. I'm sure it's not a big percentage, but I'm also sure that there are a lot of mothers that have gone down on their sons, but I can't imagine any son feeling better than I did at that moment. And what do you say to your mother who has just let you fill her mouth with your forbidden seed? "I love you mom," was the best I could come up with. She exhaled in satisfaction. "And I love you baby," she answered. That night had the quality of being an experience unto it's own. I don't think we slept at all until morning. It was a time for our 'Firsts.' After resting and recuperating for a few moments, I told her, "You have beautiful everything." She flushed with embarrassed pride as I kissed each place and told her how I loved her eyes, and her mouth, and her breasts, and her pussy, and her ass. She said, "I feel so good with you Steven; I can't remember ever feeling this good. Tell me what I can do for you." It was time for me to be a bit embarrassed. She made me feel great, but there was something I was thinking about, but somehow I couldn't say it." She leaned over and kissed me long without saying a word. She rubbed my cock until it was stinging hard. With her mouth on my ear she said, "Tell me baby, even if it's just a fantasy, I want you to be able to tell me everything. It's okay to think anything about us." "Well I think about it," I said, "because I've never done it, but I don't know...you're my mom." "That's why you can Stevie, because I'm your mother, and I'm the one who's always going to love you. Sweetheart, we're here for each other now and there's nothing you can say that's going to make me stop loving you. Tell mama, baby." It was hard for me even to say it, but I did. At the time it seemed like the ultimate taboo. I practically whispered, "I want to be in your ass mom." Again she didn't say anything; she just kissed me. And after her tongue slithered over mine until I was even harder than before, she said, "Yes love, it's okay, you can do it." My hands were practically shaking as I took her breasts in my hands, and after a minute or two she turned over and said, "Get something from the bathroom honey so you can..." I got some lubricant and when I came back she was on her hand and knees on the bed and she said, "Is this how you want me baby?" I hadn't thought that far, but she looked great, not one ounce of the firm flesh of her ass was in the wrong place. She was eager as a schoolgirl who was ready and waiting for her boyfriend. I said, "You're perfect mom." She laughed and said, "Well, I don't know about that...but I do love you Stevie...more than anything." She reached back and with one hand pulled on one of her cheeks to expose more of her small hole. Watching my mother open herself for me got me so excited, I didn't even consider any more foreplay. I just approached her with my throbbing cock in my hand. I can see it now and it's all like a film I'm watching. My fingers have spread her cheeks and I'm putting the swollen knob of my cock directly on my mother's hole. I'm about to do what seems unthinkable even to a son who's been in his mother's pussy. Even in my heated sexual arousal, I understood what a loving act it was for a mother to do for her son. I put the throbbing knob on my mother's waiting opening. I push forward. "Oh God," I hear her say it over and over. I use the full length and width of my cock to spread her tight ring and drive into the narrow channel of my mother's ass. The entryway into her ass is excruciatingly tight. She's between a moan a scream and I pull out. I put more of the jelly on my cock until it's slathered with it. I approach her again and this time it's more comfortable. The swollen head again pushes past my mother's tight ring and enters the channel. She's moaning again, but I hear more pleasure than pain in it. The shaft penetrates, spreads and stretches the last and tightest of the entries she can offer her son. My cock is searching to take possession of her forbidden opening as I stroke and penetrate the tight hole. Each stroke into my mother's ass tells me that she's mine. Each stroke is inserted deeply, passionately, lovingly. Each stroke strengthens our intimate mother and son bond and takes it to a rare and transcendent place. Mom talks hard and guttural and says, "Yes, darling, yes...you're inside me...it's so deep baby...you're loving me so good honey...loving me. This is how much we love each other, isn't it dear?" "Yes mom," I said as I drove into my mother's tender ass. "Yes mom," I said as I pushed deeper. "Yes mom," I said each time as I went in a little harder and a little stronger. I was so charged up and it felt amazing, but I was concerned for the woman that loved me so much she would take me into her depths. I said, "Mom is it too much; should I stop?" "No dear, it's okay...it's good...I'm here for you love, I'll take it, I'll take it, I...OH, OH, OH..." At that point my shaft had slid far up into her ass and I couldn't help stroking the whole length of it as my excitement climbed. I could hear the mixed feelings she had, but I continued my penetrations hoping she would let me continue until I came before telling me to stop. I pushed in as far as I could go. I took hold of both her full globes and pressed them together. The skin was smooth and warm from sex. I was in far enough to be at both of our limits and still I wanted more. I held her hips and pushed even harder. She let out a short cry that was hard to interpret. I said, "Is it okay mom...is it up too deep in you?" "No dear, don't stop, it feels good, I want it Stevie, I want it in me like this...yes...oh yes baby...there... so deep. I want to take care of you love...yes, yes, give it to me love...I want to be good for my baby, for my boy, for my dear..." As I began stroking into her again, I caressed her breasts. Her voice sounded pleading. "Oh God...Yes it's good...yes...be deep in your mamma like that...like that ...oh dear baby...Stevie...what you're doing to me is...OH my God." By then I was giving her my whole cock with each driving penetration. Her ass was stretched as far as it would go, but she was now pushing and twisting and fucking like it was what she lived for. I bent over her and took her nipples between my fingers as I cupped her tits and tugged at them. Every voice in my head had something to say about it. It felt excruciatingly good, but how could I be making love to my mother like that? I knew it was only because our love was that strong. And how could I ever stop when it felt the way it did inside my mother's beautiful ass? And then I lost track of time, I can't describe what was happening because there were no details. I stopped watching as her perfect circle held me and squeezed me and stroked me. I was embraced in the loving moment. It was like being lost in beautiful music, or overwhelmed by a starry midnight sky. There was no outside, only us, inside each other. After that timeless loving, I regained my awareness, I wanted her to know how good she was making me feel and I said, "Nothing ever felt this good with any other girl, nothing mom." "Yes baby," she said, "Because we love each other, and that's what makes it feel so good to me too baby. Stevie...it feels good having you in there...so big and so tight and so deep inside me." I drove into her ass with strong, hard, strokes that were fast and deep. Her body undulated and her tits swayed with each forceful insertion. When I chanced to pull out, I entered her again before her hole had the chance to close. I was thrilled to look at her open that way for me, open for my cock to plow back into her again and again. I was trying to maintain control of myself and I stroked her with slower, longer, deeper penetrations. She looked back lovingly and said, "This is this how you wanted to take your momma isn't it...is it good sweetheart...is momma good for you baby?" My feelings piled on one another. My cock was on wondrous fire and my mother was lying under me taking me into her ass. Her ring fastened tight around the width of my cock and it seemed stretched to its limit, but with even pressure I was able to stroke in and out. Each stroke drove us even higher because we knew that we were experiencing something most mothers and sons never would, and never could. Sure I had fantasized about having sex with my mother, where one day I would hold her breast in my hand and she would smile. And I had dreamed that one day she would love me enough to take me into her mouth and suck on me. And I had even dreamed that I would be inside her pussy, held in that warm wetness as my hardness filled the place forbidden to sons. But even my wild imaginings hadn't taken me where I found myself. And yet, my mother was willingly and lovingly taking me into her most secret places. I stroked the full length into her tight pucker until I was in her deep enough to feel the full flesh of her globes. I pressed in and said, "You're taking it all mom; you're taking it so good...I love you so much." She took every inch I offered and writhed under the long spearing strokes. I could only imagine what she was feeling as I stretched her. If it was anything like the heat I felt on my cock as it rubbed along the small passageway, it must have felt as if she was on fire. I said, "Oh mom, you're loving me so good." She said, "Sweet baby, I'm going to love you better than anybody ever loved anybody." Looking at my mother's body made me think how much I wanted it to be mine. I thought of Brendan and I said, "I don't want anybody else to have you mom; I can't stand the thought of it." She said, "No baby, of course not...nobody." My entries were strong and hard and she responded with twisting movements and her hands slapped the bed violently. I said, "Nobody can touch you anymore but me...promise me mom...nobody mom, nobody." I kept pushing into her and filling her with the full length and width of my cock. "Yes honey, I promise you love, nobody is going to touch me anywhere...it's all for you love...I promise...I promise." I said, "Only me in your mouth mom." "Yes dear, only you in my mouth." I pushed deeper and harder. "Only me in your pussy mom." "Yes dear, only you in my...pussy." My insertions continued driving into her tight passageway. "Only me in your ass mom." It almost came out as a sob, "Yes dear, yes, only you in my ass...so deep in my ass...yes dear...yes, yes...OH, OH, OH." I slowed down and brought both of us back from the brink of orgasm. I came out of her and turned her on her back. She pulled her legs back and I kissed her. She surprised me by directing my cock back into her ass. As I stroked my mother she said, "Yes baby, it's for you, for you...only for you love." "Yes mom, yes mom...it's so good...oh mom..." I gave back the love she offered with each stroke that went into the place that held both of us tightly wrapped together. I felt even closer to her heart at that moment, than I ever had, and she was mine, as much as I was hers. Making love to my mother that way was the most exciting and fulfilling experience of my young life. I continued pumping, and I put my thumb on her clit and the swollen nub came out from under the hood. I rubbed it as I continued stroking and spreading her ass. I was crazy with the passion that her body had driven me to. I could almost sense the cum building and rising with the pressure of a fire hose behind it. I waited as long as I could. It was amazing how long I had lasted without coming, especially considering I was making love to my mother. After each stroke, I tried for just one more, just one more, before I came. And when the last deep penetration pushed in to her limit, she was crying out, "Come in me Stevie come inside me, come baby come, fill me...OH, OH, OH..." I yelled, "Mom, mom..." and the first report sent a long hard stream deep into my mother's ass. The explosive release broke any barriers that were between us. My cock went deeper than I thought it could. I gave her the full length of me with each entry. I could feel the round globes of flesh as I penetrated to her end. Each powerful release sent a full stream of my cum into my mother's ass, each stroke sent a shock wave through my body as I speared my still hard cock into her creaming opening. If her noises were any indication of her feelings, they kept saying, "Yes...yes...yes..." as she took my seed inside her. My oncoming cords of cum filled her ass to overflowing. The creamy balm was in her, and on her, as volley after volley erupted. My mother moaned loudly as the greased channel allowed faster and deeper thrusts from her loving boy. "Yes darling...yes..." She arched and humped and moaned even louder as I gave to her what few mother's ever took into their bodies, love from their own son's seed. "Baby...baby...baby...baby..." She kept saying it as she came, until it trailed off to a whisper. I had taken her in all her places, and now, she had taken me. And as much as she was mine, to have and to love, and to make love to, I was hers. She grabbed me tight and held me on top of her and said, "We're going to get through everything together aren't we love? Tell me, tell me you're going to love me forever, like this dear, tell me." "Yes mom, it's forever; that's how long I'm going to love you. And that's how long you're going to love me." We were together. I kissed her with my heart, and hers answered, "Yes."