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Backscratch Ch. 01

By: MacSwain612



I've always loved getting my back scratched. This is what would lead me into the steamy darkness of a wonderful, incestuous relationship. That feeling of nice sharp fingernails dragged gently, softly down my back always soothed me, even when I was a child; even when I was quite an adult.

Mom and I were always close; in a way that she wasn't with my brother. She and Dad had always had a very loving, affectionate relationship. I was more like her and Daniel was more like Dad. Not that my brother Daniel got along great with Dad, they were just more similar and had similar interests. They were into cars and sports, I was more into being quiet and reading, playing by myself when I got tired of the neighborhood kids. Mom had been like that, or so she told me.

Daniel was older than me by 3 years, but the age gap seemed much greater. There was no way he would ever allow his bookish younger brother to hang around with him and his friends. I didn't have lots of friends, but they were markedly different; bookish, nerdy, creative. My parents worried a bit that we weren't closer, but had no idea how to make it better.

One spring, in my 18th year, they decided to take a family trip to the mountains of Colorado. Forced to be together, with no one else to hang out with, it was assumed we would bond a bit, being manly in the great outdoors. Mom wasn't really into camping that much. Dad and Daniel were, and often went camping, just the 2 of them. A few times we had gone tent camping as a family, which was fun, but still not our favorite thing. This trip was to include a 2 night camp out in the wilderness. Not too difficult, as you could drive right to the camp site. 

Mom and I made camp while Dad and Danny went exploring. They had tried to get us to go, but the day was growing late and Mom wanted to start dinner. I had noticed an exquisitely cute girl 2 sites over and was more interested in her than humping it up to the falls. It was chilly out, being spring, the snow had only melted a month before and the river was flowing heavily. I started the fire while Mom started dinner. I set up the chairs and made a reasonably cozy campsite. 

Afterwards I strolled up the bank of the river, mostly to get a closer look at the cute blond with her hair pulled up into a sexy knot at the back of her head. She glanced over at me a couple of times as I passed, and her brilliant blue eyes made my heart pound. In a short time I was half a mile up the river. I sat on a rock in the slanting evening sunlight, at the edge of the pounding water, as the sun slipped lower and touched the mountains. I thought I had better head back as I had no flashlight if it got dark on me. 

It was almost dark by the time I got back, expecting a telling off about being late for dinner. I strolled into the camp site and saw Mom sitting there alone by the dwindling fire, arms around her knees.

"Where did you get off to?" she asked, a slight edge to her voice. I told her that I was just up the river, watching the sunset. "Where the hell are your father and brother?" She asked no one in particular, now her voice very edgy. "They leave us to handle everything here, and simply head off by themselves. Plus, dinner is ready. It's getting cold!"

"We should just eat then." I told her, sitting in the chair next to her. "Let them eat cold food." She agreed and we did, sitting quietly munching chili and potato salad, pickles and garlic bread. "They're going to love this garlic bread cold." I muttered. Mom laughed. She asked me to clean our plates as she was going to set up her and Dad's bedding, and disappeared into the huge 12 man tent that we used for car camping. 

I cleaned our plates and stuff by the glare of the Coleman lantern and then went in and started setting up my air mattress and sleeping bag. I left Daniel's, rolled up by the side of the tent. We busied ourselves with these minor chores while we waited. We then went back to the fire and waited some more. Mom was really getting mad about them taking off and being gone so long.

"Did they take flashlights?" she finally asked. I told her that I didn't know. She seemed genuinely worried now, so I got up to check the stock in the box where all there lights were kept. They were all still there. I returned and told her so. "God damn it!" she swore exasperated. "Do you think they went way out and got stuck in the dark?" I agreed that it was possible, but reminded her that Dad was always prepared. He must have taken a small headlamp at least. 

We sat by the fire awhile longer, adding logs and staying warm. "We could go look for them." I offered. Mom asked if I even knew which way they went. "Well, they headed up the river, I assume they were headed for the falls. Follow the river and we'd probably find them." She agreed. We sat a while longer. Mom kept looking over her shoulder up the river, as if expecting them to wander into the firelight any moment. 

We sat there for another hour, chatting quietly about the trip so far, my relationship with my brother, school, that girl 2 sites over. She chided me over my shyness around girls and we both laughed a bit, but she was increasingly uncomfortable about Dad and Daniel being gone so long. I knew she was going to give them such a telling off when they got back. 

"Should we go check with the rangers?" she wondered. I told her that the station was closed when I passed, but that they were probably cruising around. I would flag them down when they went by. We sat in silence now, staring into the flames. It was really getting late. Clearly something was wrong. They must really be lost.

"I hope that one of them didn't get hurt." She said quietly, sounding very distressed. Moments later the headlights from the ranger truck flashed on us as it approached. We both jumped out of our chairs. We flagged him down and explained the situation. He introduced himself as Ranger Mike and asked what time they had set out. We told him the time and he calculated that they would have just reached the falls at sunset, but that they would have passed the upper ranger station to get there. Perhaps it got too dark and they hold up there, he wondered. He got on the radio and called the ranger upriver. Had he seen the two guys pass by? The ranger responded that he had and warned them that it was getting dark. His voice sounded irked, that these yahoos had given him a 'Ya ya ya' reply and continued on. 

Both rangers sounded a bit put out that now they had 2 people lost in the dark. They agreed that they would set out in the dark and go find them. Our ranger, Andrew, told us to hang tight and wait for them to bring the guys in. We gave him their names and descriptions and he headed off to arrange a search party, telling us to sit tight and not go anywhere; they didn't need more people going missing in the dark. 

Mom and I returned to the fire to wait. Mom was really mad by now, but nervous at the same time. I could tell she was hoping that they were just lost, a stupid thing, and not hurt. She would give them such grief later. 

By now it was midnight and we were both nodding off by the fire. "Screw this!" she said angrily. "I'm freezing. Let's go to bed. They can wake up when they get back." She stood and marched to the tent, unzipping it roughly. I banked the fire a bit and followed. I went in the turned to zip it closed. Mom stood there staring at the 2 sleeping bags that she had zipped together for her and Dad. "Well your father isn't here to keep me warm, so why don't you climb in with me?" It wasn't really a question. 

I watched as she quickly tossed off her jacket and shucked off her jeans. She was wearing silk long johns, top and bottom, and pulled a Flashdance move, unhooking and removing her bra from underneath her shirt. I noticed the gentle sway of her unharnessed breasts and the instant erection of her nipples, poking through the tight material of her shirt. They hadn't drooped a bit, just moved gently side to side as she went about clamoring into the huge sleeping bag. She hissed and gasped at the cold as she climbed in. "Oh jeez. Hurry up and get in here and warm me up! It's freezing!" 

I tossed off my clothes, down to my t-shirt and long johns and climbed in with her, zipping the side shut. Mom immediately squirmed up against my back and wrapped her arms around me, mashing her breasts into my back. "Mmmm yeah! Better! Thank you sweetie." She continued to wriggle against me, getting comfy. "I am so pissed at your father!" she whispered into my ear. "Your brother too, but your father always has to prove he's so macho. And your brother just follows right along. It's like those two are in competition."

We lay awake for a long time, the sleeping bag warming up nicely. Mom relaxed her grip on me and was actually getting hot. She moved apart from me and her hand came up and she began absent-mindedly to scratch my back. "Mmmm yeah." I said sleepily. Mom reached under the shirt to scratch my bare skin, as she always did. I moved a bit to remove my shirt. We lay there in silence, in the absolute darkness, as she lightly dragged her nails over my skin. I knew we were both wondering what the hell was going on up river. 

"They're probably just going to stay over at the ranger station." I whispered. Mom's scratching halted. 

"I bet you're right." She responded. "I bet they're drinking whiskey and playing poker with the rangers." She said, with a mixture of relief and anger in her voice. Her scratching began again. That blissful sensation on my skin continued until I fell asleep.

My eyes came open, dreamily, in the dim light of very early morning. I had to pee. I realized that we had turned over in the night. I was spooned up against Mom's back. My hand was firmly held between her breasts. She had it in her hands and held it there, as if it was Dad's. I realized that my typical morning erection was pressing firmly into her bottom. I froze in fear of waking her. 

Gently I began to withdraw my hand, but she roused just slightly and pulled it tighter to her; nuzzling it to her breasts. I could feel the incredible softness and pliability, along with the hardness of her nipples; both nipples. This did nothing to ease my raging erection. Mom gently pushed her hips back against me, feeling the hardness of my cock against her bottom. "Mmmmmm." She moaned happily, still mostly asleep. I tried to move back from her, but was trapped by the confines of the sleeping bag. She continued to gently grind against me. 

I tried again to remove my hand, but she held it fast against her, actually opening my palm and placing fully over her soft full tit. More grinding against my cock. "Mom." I whispered, trying not to wake her fully. She moaned quietly. "Mom, I need to pee." I whispered. 

"Yeah, baby?" she asked, still half asleep. There was a beat and then I recognized that moment when you wake up and realize where you are. Mom was waking up. "Ohhhh, morning baby." She slowly removed my hand from her tits, sliding my palm from one and over the other, and then off of her as she rolled towards me, onto her back.

She yawned and blinked and then got up on her elbows. I noticed the gentle sway of her unbridled breasts as she moved. Her nipples were poking again. They were perfect. It took but a second to make out how much like some of my downloaded nude photos, she looked. Her breasts were about a full B cup, with nipples that were high on each breast and mounted slightly to the outside, as if looking off in slightly different directions. 

Her countenance shifted when she recalled the fact that my Dad and Daniel had been out all night. She was really mad now. "I have to pee too." She stated matter-of-factly, and began to unzip the bag. "Come on. Get up." As she threw open the sleeping bag she exposed my intense erection, tenting my long johns embarrassingly. "Ooh. Sorry." She said, noting my cock. "You really do need to pee."

"Mom!" I countered, embarrassed. 

"Oh please." She stated casually. "I've seen a few. It's nice, I'll give you that, but let's get moving." She got up and began pulling on her clothes. I sat up but was still too embarrassed to get up. I watched as Mom pulled on her pants and then, simply turned her back to me and pulled her shirt up to her neck, and drew her arms out of it. It sat bunched around her neck as she pushed her arms into her bra and settled the cups over her perfect tits. She then reached back to fasten it, a motion that is so uniquely feminine and sexy, that it never fails to arouse me. 

During this very brief display, I was afforded a complete profile view of her right breast and erect nipple. The image seemed to be burning my cornea with the freeze frame of this private display. Her areola was roughly 1 ½" around and capped the entire tip, her nipple was perfect pencil eraser size, like a brand new #2 Ticonderoga, and about as pink. There had been just the slightest swell of her soft flesh above the nipple and a gorgeous roundness below the nipple. 

Under her perfect tit flesh were sexy ribs, that curved and moved with her and she pulled the bra on. Her arms were fit, yet pretty slender, but her triceps were nicely pronounced. There was a freckle under her right arm, which then vanished under the bra strap. 

"Benjamin!" she said, for the 3rd time. I had been looking but not seeing, as my mind was stuck in slow-motion-replay mode. She had been calling me but I had zoned. "Benjamin! Let's go" she repeated. I had been caught staring I know, but she was on a mission now. I threw back the cover and moved to stand up, my hard penis now obviously making its presence felt. I noticed Mom watching this display as I ridiculously tried to turn from her, with nowhere to go. 

I stumbled into my pants, and she watched from behind and I struggled to get it to fit into the jeans. I noticed she had a bemused as well as an angry look about her as we grabbed our toothbrushes and unzipped the tent. 

Having completed our morning ritual, we returned to camp grabbed some breakfast bars and headed for the ranger office. As we rounded the corner, I was taken aback by the number of people that were milling around; it was only 5:30. Mom pushed to the front to ask if anyone knew of Ranger Mike's whereabouts. Everyone turned at the question. 

"Mike's up at Station 4. Can I help you?" asked the man who appeared to be in charge. 

"My husband and son went up the river yesterday afternoon and didn't come back. Mike was going to go up and find them." Mom told him. 

"Oh, so you're Mrs, ..." He realized he didn't know the last name. 

"Anderson, Jeanne Anderson." Mom informed him.

"Mrs. Anderson, John Griggs." He said by way of introduction. "We've been up all night looking, but haven't run across them." He told her seriously. "Are you sure they headed for the falls? Was there anywhere else they might have gone." 

Mom gave him a blank look, then turned to me, confused. "Aren't they at the other ranger station?" I asked him. "We thought that they would be at the ranger station." The man was shaking his head. 

"We've brought in some other men to organize a wider search, but haven't found anything. Nobody has seen them yet." Mom's look was turning to panic in a hurry. "Mrs. Anderson, I'm sure they're fine, but they must have taken another path. There are a number of places to hole up for the night, when it's this cold. They probably settled into one of them and are waiting for sunrise. Where are you camped?"

We told him and he recommended that we head back, get some breakfast and relax. They would set out in a number of directions, find them and bring them to us. "Matthew here will stay by the radio and come let you know what we know, as soon as we know it. I'm sure they're fine. Pretty cold in bet, but fine."

The crowd returned to getting organized and I pulled Mom away. She was very reluctant, but with the 20 odd men and women gathered around, felt like a spare part, same as me. We walked silently back to camp. 

We sat by the fire, speaking little, watching as campers came and went, some moved in, some moved out, some just sat by their fires and talked and laughed. The day passed slowly until around 2:00 PM when things turned quite ominous. More ranger trucks drove past on their way to the station and then a rescue truck and paramedics drove past silently. The entire camp seemed to feel the same foreboding that we did. Still no one came to get us. Finally Mom stood and headed off towards the station. I jumped up and followed.

From a distance John Griggs saw Mom heading towards them and hurried over to greet us. As he approached, I could see in his face that something was very wrong. Mom could too. 

"Mrs. Anderson, ..." he started. He hesitated, which made the worst seem possible. "There's been an accident." The worst was reality. Without looking Mom reached and grabbed my sleeve. "We're not quite sure, ..." He began again, appearing unsure of how to proceed. "The divers, ..."He began again.

"DIVERS?" Mom squealed. John was taken aback. "Divers? What do you mean divers? Divers for what?" the panic on Mom's voice was rising quickly.

"Please, Mrs, Anderson. Try and ..."

"What do need divers for? Divers, like water divers? In, in in ... the water divers? ...."

Mom's voice trailed off. The look on John's face was utterly grim. Mom's hand shot to her mouth. Mom looked to me, trying to understand, but she was not really seeing me. I have never been as afraid as I was right then, by the look on her face; utter, sheer, complete panic. 

Mom reached for me just as her legs gave out. John and I both managed to grab her as she went down and we settled her on the ground. She was looking at nothing, but seemed to know what this meant. 

"We think they ..." John began again.

"THEY?" Mom shrieked again, jolted back to reality, "They?!! Both of them?!!" Again John's look said it all. Mom gave me a look as if she was dying right there, and slowly laid down on her back in the dirt. Her eyes had a wild, confused, uncomprehending look, darting around, even as the tears came. 

I stood there, hands on my knees staring down at her, in utter terror, not able to fully comprehend what was happening. 'Divers' I thought to myself, 'What could it possibly mean?' I had the same feeling of freeze frame/slow-motion-replay, like those movies where the rain drop enters the pool of water slowly, creating the crater, then the bounce of water back up again. 'Yeah, water,' I thought to myself, 'like where divers go. The ocean, that's where divers go, the ocean.' I was addled by panic. 'What good are divers in the mountains?' My vision cleared a bit and I looked up to see John kneeling by Mom, holding her hand. Beyond them, I noticed the river; raging and pounding, as melted snow hurried to the sea.

"Are ... are they dead?" Mom asked haltingly. John's delay in answering told her they were. Mom's eyes rolled closed and she let out a wail that brought everyone running. 

I staggered back and watched, disconnected, as they pulled her out of the dirt and led her to a bench outside the station. They sat her down and gathered around, saying nothing but holding her hands and patting her shoulders. Again, the slow-motion-replay as I watched her as she howled and sobbed, her head flopping this way and that. Bits of spittle flew from her lips as she cried so hard her face was beet red. 

It was agony to watch as her anguish poured out of her. The sounds of her sobbing have replayed in occasional nightmares all my life. I had never before heard such a pitiful, horrifying sound. Finally, I staggered forward and fell at her knees. As if remembering for the first time that I was there, she grabbed for me and held on for dear life, and her sobbing began anew. 

People began to back off and give us space. I remember how much it hurt, how hard, how tightly she was holding me. It felt like weeks, like an eternity that we stayed like that without moving. Part of my dazed mind wandered, and was only able to focus on ridiculous things, like the painful pebble under my knee, the intense smell of pine sap that had gotten on Mom's shirt where she held me tight, the bright orange hat of one of the searchers. The rest of my mind was playing a loop of my life, my short life, wherein Dad and Daniel had played such major roles. I tried to think of the future, but my brain was stuck in replay, try as I might.


Backscratch Ch. 01



After a time, Mom and I shifted so that we were sitting side by side. People moved by in soft focus. I noticed, but barely registered that many of the other campers had come over to see what was up. There were quiet discussions, of which only snippets, did I catch. 

Something about how slick the rock was; something about how one was pulling the other out and they both went in; another about how the heavy currents can trap something deep under water; about how cold the water was.

My gaze wandered aimlessly through the crowd and fell upon the cute blond, standing halfway behind her mother. The same sexy knot at the back of her head. She gazed at me, her brilliant blue eyes, wet with tears, red from crying, trying to understand; compassionate, confused. Something in me smiled stupidly. She turned and ran back to camp.

The radio crackled, "John, Casey. Recovery complete. Bringin' 'em down."

All fell silent. I looked around and every eye was on us. 

Mom stood up slowly. She gently took my hand and brought me up as well. "John?" she calmly asked, "Would you be so kind as to walk us up there to meet them, coming down?"

"Oh, Mrs. Anderson, ..." he began in gentle protest.

"Please. I would very much like to see ... where they, ..." She couldn't continue but her look filled in the rest. 

"Of course." He relented, flashing a concerned look at me. 

"Benjamin will be okay." She told him. "He is a man today." 

There were quiet murmurs of agreement in the crowd. So began the long quiet walk to the very place where my life had been so suddenly altered. I recall only dimly the discussion of what seemed to have happened. In the fading light, Dad and Danny had approached a dangerous slope above the falls, which was roaring past, uncaring, unfeeling. One of them may have slipped and was sliding down into the water. It appears the other one, no one could tell which, had tried to catch the first and prevent the fall, but both were pulled over the edge. 

I recall looking into the heavy swirling water, trying to gauge how quickly they were killed. The fall may have done it, but certainly the smashing action of the pounding water into the rocks, churning up and over, into and through the rapids, no doubt made their ends instant.

A few hundred feet further downstream they had both been wedged into a deep pool, perhaps 10' deep, making the "recovery" dangerous and difficult. When we got to that place the divers were packing their gear, still in the wetsuits they had worn in the water. Dad and Daniel were both wrapped in cheap blue tarps as they lay in metal racks. For a moment Mom looked like she might bend down and pull back the tarp to see them, but John assured her it was better not to. 

Mom left me at the trail and hiked down to where the divers stood. They seemed taken aback that the wife and mother of the victims would appear at the spot where they had been shoved down. I watched as they exchanged a few words and she hugged them both. They both gave her tight, meaningful embraces and she thanked them for performing such a dangerous task for her loved ones. It was very solemn. 

Heading back, they were carried in their metal racks. Mom and walked behind, hand in hand, as we made our bumpy, winding way back into camp. As we rounded the corner near the station and the bodies came into view, most of the assembled crowd quickly disbursed. We stood quietly as they were loaded into the waiting vehicle and taken away. Mom thanked everyone who helped, straining her ability to hold back the tears and then we walked slowly back to camp. 

She slipped into her chair and I wrapped a blanket around her and put logs on the fire. I realized that we were both chilled to the bone, though neither of us cared. I wandered back and forth wondering if I should break camp and get ready to leave. Mom didn't seem to notice. I finally asked her whether we should. She just gazed at me a long time.

"No." she said slowly. "Thank you, sweet darling. I haven't got it in me to lift a finger and you can't do it alone." She went back to staring into the fire. I glanced up the way and noticed my cute blond girl standing at the edge of her camp looking into mine. She gave a slight wave and as my tears came anew. I had to turn away, embarrassed. 

I sat down with Mom for a time and we held hands and watched the fire crackle as the sun sank. The heat from the fire did nothing to warm us and finally, with a shudder, I stood and pulled Mom up leading her to the tent. 

She was icy as I zipped us inside. She just stood, so I undressed her to her long johns and I undressed to mine. I helped her into the bag and climbed in myself, and turned off the lantern. She was shaking now, so I took her in my arms. 

"My God, Benny. I freezing to death!" she chattered to me. She moved to sit up and in the faint light I watched as she took off her shirt and unhooked her bra, setting them aside. Take your shirt off." She said calmly. I sat up and did. We lay back into the bag and she wrapped me around herself, skin to skin, my hand between her breasts again. I remember clearly the erection that came and chided myself for being so sick and twisted that it would do that at a time like this.

She said nothing, but I felt her moving around shifting herself, then felt her reach back and force my long johns down as far as she could, past my knees, stripping me nude. As she backed into me I felt her ice cold bottom against my cold thighs and warm erection. 

"Ooooh better!" she whispered. "We'll warm up faster this way." We lay there, not moving, not sleeping, for a long time. Mom fell asleep before me, and in her sleep, gently ground her bottom against my penis, preventing it from softening much of the night. 

It must have been around 2 or 3AM when I was awakened by her soft crying. I held her tighter and she in turn held my arms around her in a crushing grip and sobbed herself back to sleep. I slept lousy.

The following morning we woke late, aching, tired, utterly heartbroken, but warm. We stayed in the bag, rolling around, virtually nude together for hours. She spooned me, then I spooned her. Again she was insistent about holding my hands to her breasts. In that position my cock was firmly lodged between her thighs. I could feel the hair and a slight wetness against my cock. Mom reached back and took hold of it. I was in silent shock to feel her gripping me. She arranged it upwards so that it was against the small of her back, and wiggled back against me again. 

"You really need to pee again." She said quietly and matter-of-factly. 

"I do." I admitted. "But I don't really want to get up."

"Don't then. Just stick it out the tent flap and pee." When I was shocked into silence, she turned her head to face me. "I'm serious, just pee quickly and then come back to me."

I figured what the hell and moved to get out of the bag. I was hobbled by my shorts and long johns around my ankles and as I moved to pull them up, Mom reached over and pulled them off. I simply stood up, nude and hard, in full view of my mother, who watched every minute. I knelt and peed out the tent flap, unzipping it just enough. 

As I moved back to her, she sat up and removed her long johns and stood up, completely, beautifully nude and went to the far corner of the tent, squatted and peed in the corner. "Fuck it!" she whispered. "I don't care to care." She scrambled back into the bag with me, laid with her back to me, grabbed my cock and arranged it against her back again and then searched out my hand and brought it to her gorgeous breast, fully placing it over the entire soft round flesh and giving it a squeeze. She reached around me grabbed my butt and pulled me even tighter to her. 

I held her as she began crying again, quietly, her sobs transmitted through her lungs and ribcage into the breast I was holding. 

We slept again for a while and then suddenly she awoke, rolled over towards me, held my face in her hands and gazed into my eyes for a long time. Without a word, she gently kissed me on the mouth, long and lingering, not like usual. She then pulled me on top of her, laying between her legs, and wrapped her arms and legs around me, pressing her face into my neck hard. We stayed like that for a long time. I didn't know what to do or say, so I just held her. Finally she looked wetly into my eyes.

"Oh Benjamin." Was all she said for the rest of the day.

Finally we rose and I was given another exquisite long view of her nude body, memorizing every minute detail of her, as she rose and quickly dressed. I followed suit after she gave me a look to do so. We got out of the tent, she gathered a few items, and we walked to the car. People in camps around us came forward to see what was up, or if they could help. 

Mom opened the passenger door for me and I got in. She went around and got in herself. We drove away and never looked back, leaving everything behind us. We drove and drove and drove. Mom didn't return the car to the Denver airport, instead she drove. I slept a lot. She would stop when she needed or wanted to. She drove us all the way home to California.

That was how Mom and I came to be alone in life. For the next years it was just us. We both felt the need to retreat a bit into ourselves, our home, our vastly reduced family. I became her treasure. She loved to complete her days by sitting quietly and scratching my back. I would provide payment in kind by massaging her shoulders and feet, but the back scratching was therapy for us both. 

When I was a baby, her fingernails could soothe me to sleep even at my fussiest. At every age, ever since, I was sublimely relaxed by her nails on my skin. Sometimes she would do my arms, my scalp, the backs of my legs. After our final, disastrous, heartbreaking camping trip, our relationship was forever altered. Our impromptu sharing of nudity and body heat and broken down barriers that typically exist in most families, certainly between mothers and sons. It was sexual, (at least not yet), but very sensual. We didn't seek out each other's nudity, but if it happened "accidentally" no fuss was ever made. There was a casualness about our bodies that hadn't existed before.

Part of our lives became stuck in the past. As with the camping gear that we had simply abandoned, we continued with our lives without making any real effort to address the myriad objects that had belonged to Dad and Danny. Their cars remained parked in the drive, while Mom used the garage. Two years later, I was driving one of the other. Dad's clothes were still in his closet; I wore some of his suits on occasion. Danny's room had simply been closed up. Mom cleaned it on occasion, but nothing more. It felt as though her brain processed the shock of their deaths by morphing her 2 sons and husband into one person, me.

Mom rarely completely closed her bedroom door, so I didn't either. I would often catch a glimpse of her dressing or undressing through the slightly open door. Sometimes she would leave the bathroom door wide open as she showered then dried herself. I was often in need of something from the bathroom at these times, pardoning myself as I fetched it. 

She had begun a new practice of scratching my back before bed, sitting on edge, in her robe, as I lay on my stomach nude. She would scratch my back and shoulders, travelling slowly and gently further down until she was scratching my butt and the backs of my thighs. My cock and her nipples always wound up erect at the end. 

I had taken to turning slightly to kiss her goodnight afterwards, slightly exposing my cock to her. 

One night, as she was scratching my calves, I spread my legs wide open for her. She stopped for a moment, making me think I had crossed a line somehow. She continued after a time, working her fingernails gently over me, from my ankles over my calves and thighs, and then my butt, then down the inside. I was certain she could see everything, but she didn't seem to mind. A couple of times she brushed my balls ever so slightly, making me jump a bit. I felt her moving on the bed and then she lay down on top of me. I felt her nude skin. She had removed her robe. 

"You remember how good this felt in the tent?" she whispered into my ear. I moaned that I did. "You were so good to me. So strong for me." I reached back and gently stroked her hips. She moaned. "You are such a beautiful man, Ben." She was crying quietly.

She kissed my ear, then my cheek, very near to my mouth. I turned to kiss her mouth but she moved away. I felt her lips on my neck, my shoulder, my back. She moved a bit and I felt her lips brushing my lower back then each cheek of my butt in turn. More movement and then her soft lips were brushing the backs of my thighs. I felt her lay down between my legs and then her warm breath was between my legs. Her lips softly brushed my balls, then the exposed length of my cock. I moaned loudly and uncontrollably in response.

"Mmmmmm." She hummed. "Such a lovely, lovely penis, Ben." She kissed it again and then moved farther down, away from the object of my desire. 

She kissed my ankles and feet and then stood. I turned to look at her gorgeous nude body. She was simply holding her robe in her hand. "I think, ..." she started, "I know, ... it is so very naughty to be nude with you, but It makes me very happy to show you my body." I smiled in agreement. "Is that horribly wrong?" I shook my head. Disagreeing, she nodded that it was. "It is. I know it is. But do you think it's horribly wrong?" My smile grew as I slowly continued to shake my head. "You don't?" she asked. I simply smiled. "You think it's okay? Just for us. Just between us?" I smiled wider and nodded my head. 

"I get excited when I show you my body." She said plainly. 

"I'm glad! I get excited too!"

"I can see." She smiled gently. "But I get, ... sexually excited. Is that alright with you?" I nodded some more. "Do you like my body? The way that it looks?"

"I love your body! It is so perfect, and sexy and beautiful!!" I rolled over onto my back, showing her my now rather painfully erect cock. 

"It just, ... it makes me feel alive again, somehow." She paused. "I have felt so dead inside for so long, ..."

"Do you see how much it turns me on to see you, to look at you in the nude?" I asked. She gazed at my erection, nodding, smiling slightly. I reached down and began to stroke it.

"Oh sweetheart!" she said, sounding slightly shocked. "You shouldn't do that in front of me."

"Why not? I do this all the time after I've seen you nude. You turn me on so much that I love to do this and think of you."

"I'm thrilled that you do, but that should be private."

"Don't you do this as well?" I asked her. She was thoughtful.

"Of course I do! All the time. And I think of you too. But this is a private thing." 

"You do? You think about me?"

"Look at you! Of course I do. How could I not? My sweet, beautiful boy. My sexy boy. That amazing, gorgeous cock of yours."

"What do you think about?" I asked, still stroking my cock. Mom was idly twisting her right nipple. 

"Much the same as you, I suspect. Looking, touching, tasting, ..." Her eyes came up to mine. "Fucking!" I lost it!!

"Oooooohhhhhhh!" I moaned loudly as I shot my cum all over myself. Mom moaned loudly pulling her nipple out hard and long, distending her perfect breast straight out. It looked painful, but made my cum shoot harder, farther.

"My goodness! Benny! What a cum stud you are! That was beautiful, sweetheart. All for me?" I grinned and nodded, panting. "Well, ... my turn. Now I must go and masturbate."

"Can I watch?" I asked eagerly. Mom gave me a look.

"Of course not. That is private when I play with myself." She gave me a stern look, which then softened. "When I play with myself. My titties and stroke my pussy. Make myself cum."

"That is so not fair." I said with a slight pout. She stared at me for a long moment. 

"Weeeeelllllll." She was thoughtful, as her stern look melted. "Maybe just this once?" she said, with a voice that made me begin to get hard again. "You are as naughty as me!" she said with a grin. "You like my titties, don't you?" I nodded, grinning like a moron. "Watch me play with my sweet titties." She was cupping both, stroking both thumbs over both nipples. "Mmmmmm I remember when you were a baby, you used to love to suck on these titties all the time." 

She extended her right hand to me, wiggling her fingers. "Alright then come on. Come watch mommy. Watch mommy play." Mom turned and headed for her room, I flopped along behind like a puppy, my heavy cock swinging. Her beautiful heart-shaped bottom jiggling just slightly with every step. She turned in the hall but kept moving towards her bedroom, walking backwards. "You would suck these nipples so hard Benny." She was tugging them painfully again. "Ohh the milk would drip out if you weren't there to drain them for me."

She suddenly dashed off to her room. "Come quick! You're making me crazy!" she leapt the last 4 feet landing on her back in her bed, legs wide apart, pussy drooling, nipples distended. "Watch me then, if you're so naughty. Watch this." She stuck her fingers in her mouth and drooled saliva all over them. She then applied the juicy wetness and slathered it all over her swollen labia. "Can you see it? Can you see Mommy's pussy all wet and open and horny for you?" I nodded dumbly standing there watching and stroking myself. "Mmmmmm big cock. What a lovely big cock! I fantasize about your cock in me right here! Slipping between these lips, pushing is so deep and thick! Oooohhhhhhhh Fucking me!!!" Her head fell back and she came hard, crying out loudly!!!

Her eyes were closed, as I watched her fingers slow, over her clit. Her left hand was still toying with her nipple. My cock was completely hard again. After long moment as she calmed down, her eyes opened and she took in the sight of her son standing alongside her bed, jacking his hard cock.

"Oh baby! What a lovely penis." She was watching me intently. You are turning into such a man! You are so beautifully endowed Ben." She watched a little longer than told me, "Alright sweetie, time for bed now."

"Can I sleep with you?" I asked her.

"Oh sweetheart, no! I couldn't let you. You remember how close we slept in the tent?"

I recalled our night together in the tent. Pressing up nude behind her. Her reaching around to guide my erection against her back, squeezing it. For the past 2 years we had occasionally mentioned that night. There was so much intensity about that night, how sensual it was between us; how tragic it was the following morning. It was an extremely sensitive subject that carried such a wildly complicated set of emotions with it; for both of us. It had been very near to driving Mom mad. 

The sensual nature of it, discussed quietly whenever she was holding me, or scratching my back, would create this magic haze of arousal between us, where the tragic memories were pushed into the background, and the naughty sensuality was brought into the foreground of our thinking.

"If I let you sleep with me, ..." She began, dreamily, "Sometime in the night, ...I would want you in me." She was staring intently at my cock as I slowly stroked it. "Ben you have such a gorgeous cock, it would fill me so nicely." She reached out very slowly, as her fingers came up and gently tickled my balls. "You would fuck me, ... hard and deep, ... I would be so asleep, that I would let you. I would want you." Her eyes came up to mine. "In my sleep I would want you to fuck me so hard baby. It would be so wrong!!" 

"I love your cock, Benjamin. I think it is absolutely perfect; long and thick and hard. Perfect! If you were to sleep with me, you would end up fucking your mother's sweet wet pussy, and I can never allow that. Never. Do you understand?"




Backscratch Ch. 01



I nodded slowly, wildly disappointed. "We are already so naughty together. We've already gone too far. Tonight, ..." Her voice trailed off as her gaze returned to my cock. "Tonight, I was out of control. I did such a bad thing. I promised myself I wouldn't." I was confused. What did she mean. "Oh Ben, my sweet, sweet lover boy. While I was scratching your back and laid between your legs and I kissed your beautiful big penis." I almost came from that admission by her. To hear my mother say those words was an incredible turn on!!

"I did. I did and I'm sorry baby." I was stroking a bit faster now. "You see? That turns you on. I'm beyond naughty with you and you like that. I stroked my lips over your beautiful thick shaft. I kissed it, tasted you. I tasted my son's penis. That is so, so wrong Benjamin."

Our eyes met and I saw how earnest she was about not letting that happen again. "Oh sweetie, if I could, ... I would lay back and let you ram that gorgeous cock into my wet pussy. I would spread my legs for you. Open myself so you could fuck me and fuck me and fuck me!! I wouldn't be able to help myself. I can barley control myself now, watching you stroke that beautiful monster cock."

I was frantically jerking off now. "You see? Look how hot you are for it. Just my thinking it is making you crazy. It's making me crazy!" I was close to shooting now. Just the thought of fucking me, ... in my bed, ... in the night, is going to make you shoot." She was right about that. We can barely control ourselves now, while we're awake." I was standing on tip toe, working my cock right next to her, her finger gently caressing my tight balls. "You see how naughty? You going to shoot that warm creamy cum all over me. You going to ejaculate onto your mother's nude body. How very naughty!"

That good 'ol slow-motion-replay clicked on again as I watched my cum squirt out, in long streams, landing in wet ropes over my mother's body, my mother's nude body. I was painting her with diagonal stripes of creamy cum, over her tits and tummy. Her fingers tightened on my balls gently but firmly, as she moaned, long and deep.

"Mmmmmmmmmm you see?" she whispered, "You see how naughty, Look at what you've done to me, Benjamin. You covered your mother in your warm cum! You naughty, naughty, sexy boy!!" Her left hand came up and gathered some from between her breasts. I watched as she brought her fingers to her mouth. Her eyes never left mine as she tasted a great glob of my sperm. Her eyes rolled closed at the taste. 

"Mmmmm yummy, sweetie. So very naughty, but so very yummy! I love the taste of your cum, and that by itself is reason not to let this happen again. I am going crazy with the desire to suck your cock into my mouth. Take the last of your salty cum into my mouth, suck my son's big cock. Do you have any idea how wrong that is, on so many levels?" We shared a long look, as I stood there panting, my penis beginning to slowly droop. 

"Never, baby! We can never. So wrong to even want to. So wrong to want to get up on my hands and knees and let you ram me from behind; let you hold my hips and shove the fat cock into my body. So wrong to want you to hold my head and force that huge cock into my throat. It would be so wonderful to suck you, I'll give you that, but we absolutely cannot, ever."

"Do you understand, my sweet son?" she looked so earnest. I nodded, crestfallen, she was killing me with the descriptions of the things we could never do. She was looking like she would cry. Hell, I wanted to cry, I felt like I was dying, the very thing I wanted most in my world, I was being told I could never, ever have. 

My mother laid there in her bed, laying back nude in her pillows, bare breasts heaving and bobbing gently, her thighs casually splayed open, exposing her wet and matted hair and swollen, thick lips. I noticed her chin quivering. She was going to cry. The incredible vision of my nude mother was now wavering as my tears came. 

"Oh sweetheart." She cooed. "Oh baby. You must see how wrong that would be." Her hand came up and took mine, pulling me to sit next to her. "If I allowed that to happen, I could never live with myself, I would have corrupted you forever. I would want you in me every night, for the rest of my life. I would have to keep you with me as my lover, forever, fucking me constantly." 

I began to get angry with her teasing. She was continuing to describe my greatest and dearest wish on earth, in the same breath as she denied the possibility of it ever happening. My penis hurt, my heart hurt, I ached to be with her. 

She pulled me a bit and I slowly fell over gently onto her. She gathered me to her, cooing. "Oh Benny. My sweet baby. Please don't be hurt. I don't want you to be twisted by my selfish desires." She cradled me in her arms. I felt like a baby in her arms. "Yes. Just relax, Mommy's got you, sweetheart, Mommy's got you." I felt her tilting my head gently. "C'mere sweet baby. Yeah, that's my sweet baby." 

I allowed her to guide me. She tiled my head and I opened my eyes, to see her reach up, gather her left breast in her hand and guide the nipple to my mouth. "This is for you baby. Let Mommy nurse you, like when you were little. Take it in your mouth Benjy." Her nipple was powerfully erect and ready. I closed my lips over it and began, instinctively to suckle. "Yes. Ooooh yes! Suck it baby. My sweet baby. Suck at me Benjy."

I couldn't recall her ever calling me Benjy, ever. Her fingers gently stroked through my hair as I nursed at the sexy hard nipple in my mouth. Her arm cradled my head perfectly. I suddenly felt like I was in heaven. I was transported back to a time when she was my whole world. It felt like memories from my infancy, cradled in her arms and being fed from her tits. 

We stayed like that for a long time, sucking her nipple, feeling safe and comfortable. I think we both may have dozed a bit. "Mmmmmmm c'mon you." She whispered softly, leaning down and kissing the top of my head. "Time for bed baby." She reached up, and with an experienced hand took her breast and broke the suction of my mouth. The nipple popped out with a sucking noise. "My beautiful baby boy. Time for bed, in your bed. No more naughtiness tonight." 

I stood, shakily, leaned back down to kiss her mouth and then stood to go. I was surprised to find myself almost completely erect again. "You see." She said dreamily. "You see how naughty you are with me?" Mom reached up, cradled my heavy penis and weighed its size. "Oh Benjamin, so beautiful." After a long pause, simply cradling my heavy cock, Mom scooted over the kissed the tip. My whole body jerked, as from an electrical shock. "See how naughty, ...." Mom whispered to no one in particular and kissed it again. "I want to swallow you down my throat completely, but we mustn't. We can't." 

She laid back and her hand fell away. "Good night baby." She cooed to me. I said goodnight and head for my own bed. I was reeling! What a fucking night! I climbed into bed and remember wondering, 'what the hell is tomorrow going to look like?'

To be continued ...



Backscratch Ch. 02



My eyelids fluttered open. I felt like I'd been run over by a truck. I was exhausted! I turned to look at the clock; 9:45?! Holy shit! I never slept this late. My mind sprang awake as I noticed the sun leaking last the curtains. 

My breath suddenly caught in my throat as the recollection of last night suddenly washed through my addled brain. "Holy shit!" I whispered aloud, recalling every detail of what had occurred last night. My penis, already thickened by my need to urinate, fairly sprang to full erection at the memory of Mom kissing the tip last night, the image of my cum splashing over her nude body, the feel of her nipple in my mouth. "Hoollllllllyyyy shit!" I repeated. 

I suddenly listened for signs of life from the rest of the house. Mom must be up by now. My ears rang with the silence of an empty house. I thought of my best friend Rhett, who lived just 4 doors down the street, faster if you took the cut through the woods. How could I ever tell him about last night. He already was jealous of how close my mom and I were, always touching and very physically affectionate. I can't tell him. I can never tell him. I wondered briefly if he would be able to tell without actually being told. 

I was starving! I hadn't been hungry when we sat down to dinner and before my usually late night snack, Mom had come in to scratch my back. I never did get back downstairs. I briefly thought of a shower, but then thought of the pool and Jacuzzi, maybe I would just grab something to eat and have a swim instead. I got up and wrapped a towel around my waist and headed downstairs, wondering where Mom would have gotten to. 

I strolled into the kitchen and noticed her sitting at the table in the bay window, legs pulled up, arms around them, gazing into the yard. She turned slowly to me and her thoughtful look shifted to a warm smile. "Good morning, sweetie. You're very late." I just stood and stared as she dropped her feet to the floor. "This coffee's gone cold." She stood and brought her cup over by me to heat it in the microwave. "How's my beautiful boy?"

I noticed that she was wearing the thinnest, gauziest, little robe over an otherwise completely nude body. Her perfect breasts swayed and danced as she moved. I could clearly make out the slightly darker nipples and the soft tuft of dark blond hair above her otherwise shaved pussy lips. I watched her from behind as she put her cup in the 'wave and watched as it heated. Her hips were bobbing slightly as if to music. I had noticed that she did this a lot these days.

I went and sat at a barstool at the kitchen counter to watch her, my erection tenting the front of my towel. I had begun to notice the fact that Mom had become a bit odd since the loss of my Dad and brother; a bit dingy, but mostly just in a world of her own, hearing music that was only inside her head. She was just not quite all there; not all quite here actually, she was partly somewhere else most of the time. This was part of the reason she had become so unconcerned about her being so casual and immodest around me lately.

Her coffee warmed, Mom came and climbed onto the counter next to me, sitting her sexy round bottom not a foot away. The sun, slanting through the room, backlit the sexy soft hair on her thighs. Her calves were always shaved smooth, but she had never shaved her thighs. The hair was downy soft and almost invisible except for the backlighting. It was very sexy. I could clearly make out the musculature under her skin as she flexed her thighs getting comfortable. 

"So, what's on for a lazy Saturday?" she asked.

"Well," I started, distracted, "I was thinking to have a soak in the hot tub, ..."

"Mmmmm that sounds so nice right now!" she interrupted. Her pale blue eyes flashed playfully at me over the rim of her coffee cup. She took a noisy sip. "Would you mind terribly if I joined you?" I smiled and shook my head. She glanced down at my erection. "I suppose you were going in naked?" I nodded. Another sip of coffee. "Would it be terribly bad of me to do the same?"

"I don't mind." I told her, standing. Her eyes fell onto my erection again. I watched as her breathing deepened, her robe doing nothing to conceal the rise and fall of her chest. Her nipples seemed as erect as my cock. I took a few slow steps away from her, and then slowly, rather obviously, undid the towel and removed it, holding it in my hand and exposing my hard cock to her watching gaze.

It bobbed a bit, at its slightly upward angle, as she watched it. I extended my hand and it took her a beat to understand the invitation. She set down her cup and slid off the counter. We just stared at each other for a moment and then her hands went to the sash at her waist and began slowly to untie it. 

"I get excited when I show you my body." She said quietly. She had told me this last night. I simply smiled at her. "Do you like my body?" she asked. I nodded slowly "The way that it looks?" I just kept nodding and smiling. She waited for an answer.

"I love your body Mom. It is so beautiful and sexy." She was still holding the robe closed in front of her. 

"Yeah? You think so? I'm not getting too old to show it off for you?" I told her that she was perfect and not old at all. "So you like to see it? You enjoy seeing your mother completely nude?" I moaned that I did. "My breasts?" she asked, shrugging the robe off her shoulders, exposing both perfect tits for me. She gently shook her shoulders, making them sway just a bit. "They are still firm enough for you?" I grinned like an idiot, nodding. 

"Oh Benjy! I loved having you suckle my breast last night." She brought one hand up and began to tease the very nipple that had been between my lips last night. I was curious about the 'Benjy' moniker, but didn't ask. "Mmmmm this nipple. This hard nipple. You have always suckled me so beautifully, when you were a baby, you would make me so wet!!" I could feel my cock bouncing with each heartbeat. 

"You make my pussy ache, sweet baby." She purred at me, glancing at my cock. "Oh Benjy, you naughty, naughty boy. Is your sweet penis all hard for Mommy?" I nodded to her smiling. "What a perfectly lovely hard penis you have, Benjy. I can't believe I was so naughty as to actually kiss it and taste it." We stood there just gazing at each other for a long moment. "You make Mommy's pussy all swollen and moist. We make me very aroused. We are so very naughty together, aren't we?" 

"Are we?" I asked her. "Are we naughty, or simply in love?" Her eyes came to mine, at that thought. She seemed deeply thoughtful for a moment. I truly could not fathom what was passing through her mind at that moment. I had come to feel as though she weren't really connecting with reality completely. 

"Do you love me, sweetie?" she asked. I told her that I loved her more than life itself. "Life itself." She repeated slowly. "Life, ..." her look became distant. "Life, ... and death, ..." she mused quietly. "That is where we are, ..." I was confused. "You and I, ... we live somewhere between life and death, ... here, but not here." Her gaze went out the window as if she was mentally flying away. "Apart, ..." she whispered. "We are apart from the world. Alone, cut off."

After a long, uncomfortable pause, her gaze returned to me. "That is why we are together, like this, ... aroused, naughty, ..." My look told her that I wasn't getting it. "We love, but are dead. No one else could ever, ... get it, get us, be with us, ... or us with them. There is no one else to turn to for love. We turn each other on," her gaze returned to my aching cock. "We turn each other on so much, but can never be with each other, not like that, not ever."

We shared a long look. Mom smiled gently. "You make my pussy so wet and ready. Do you know that?" Her right hand disappeared into her robe, touching her pussy behind the light fabric.

"Do I?"

Oh yes, Benjy. So wet." We shared a long look. "Would you like to see?" I nodded slowly. "Yes? Would you like that? Would you like Mommy to drop her robe and show you her naked pussy, all wet and swollen?" I nodded again. "I get excited when I show you my body." She said again. 

I watched her slowly remove the robe and then her hand. Her pussy lips were so swollen and pursed open, exposing her inner labia and clitoris. "Can you see?" she asked. I staggered a bit and sat heavily in a chair and stared, entranced and nodded. "See my naked pussy, sweetheart? See Mommy's bare pussy? I can see your lovely hard cock. We are so hot for each other, but can never, ... can never, ..." my eyes came up to hers, she was staring at me with a burning look. " ...fuck!" she said abruptly, sharply. "We can never fuck!" she repeated. "Benjy, you can never fuck me. You can never fuck your own mother."

She moved over towards me and half sat on the table, staring at my cock. "You can never take this amazing cock, this gorgeous hard, luscious cock and push into my pussy. Spread my lips with its thickness. Fill my vagina with its fullness. You can never ram that beautiful member into me, hard and deep, again and again, over and over, ..."

Her eyes came up to mine brimming with tears. "Oh Benjy, as much as I might want you to take me, to make love to me, to fuck me hard and deep, we can never do it." I was about to faint. I could see stars behind my vision as she teased me, teased us both mercilessly. 

She leaned over and her hand slowly reached out and gently cradled my heavy shaft. "I want it." She whispered, so softly I almost didn't hear her. "I want it so badly, I want you so badly, but, ..." I reached down and gently raised her face to mine and I kissed her mouth softly. Her tears began to flow in earnest. "You would feel so good." She moaned into my mouth. "You would fill me so good."

I steeled myself and moved back. We were both about to turn into puddles on the floor. "I love you so much." I told her. We exchanged a long look and then I stood, cock right in front of her, turned and headed for the hot tub. She simply sat there and watched me go. 

It was still a bit chilly outside, it would warm up nicely later in the day. I moved the lid off the tub and slipped inside. My balls ached. The hot water soothed them shortly. I laid my head back, closed my eyes and replayed everything from last night and this morning. Fuck I wanted her so badly, but she was right; fucking would be so wrong. 

I sat there for a long time before I heard the slider open. Mom stepped out onto the back deck, beautifully nude, with her coffee cup in hand. Her perfect breasts swayed enticingly as she approached and I was afforded a gorgeous view of her swollen pussy lips as she got into the tub. She sat opposite me, smiling gently. "Hello, my studly son."

I smiled back and we sat for a long while, opposite each other, taking in the quiet, the warmth. Our feet had touched when she entered and remained against each other the whole time, but not moving. Now Mom's toes began to move against me. Our feet began a slow caressing of each other. 

Mom finished her coffee and as she set her cup out of the tub her breasts both came into view. They were so lovely, floating gently, full and round. Her nipples were gloriously erect. She turned to face me before they disappeared under the water again, letting me have a long lingering look at them. She extended her hand to me, beckoning me closer. I took her hand and she gently pulled me to her. Her hands moved to my hips and she turned me in the water until my back was to her.

She began to scratch my back under the water. It was heavenly, as always. I floated for a bit in front of her and let her work her nails all over my back and my butt. After a while she worked her hands around me and pulled me into her lap. Her legs were around me, our feet playing gently. Her right hand stroked up to my chest and pulled me back against her breasts. Her left hand stroked my stomach, clear down to the root of my cock, which we both noted was completely hard; of course.

"You and I," she began, whispering to me, "we are apart from the world. You and I are alone, cut off. From everyone and everything." She had told me this earlier. I wasn't sure what she meant, although I sensed validity in her statement. We had lost so much; so much of ourselves. I didn't think anyone else could really understand how much. Having our family reduced by half, in such a horrific way, had created such a close bond between us remaining 2 that no normal measure of family, familial bonding, maternal bonding, could be used to measure our connection.

In college psychology I had begun to measure the effects of Endorphins and Oxytocin on relationships and human bonding, that closeness and tenderness, created an even greater, more powerful connection, when present. It was a chemical in the body that induced labor or brought in a new mother's milk after giving birth. The stimulation of the nipples caused a rush of Oxytocin to be released. I wondered if Mom was under the influence of such a powerful drug. My attention to her breasts, and further my suckling of her nipples may have caused even more to be produced in her. 

I could feel her soft breasts against my back as I leaned back against her. "You are everything to me now, Benjy." She whispered directly into my ear.

"Why 'Benjy'?" I asked her, after considering the name for a bit. Mom remained quiet for a while, considering. I didn't press, I just waited.

"When you were born, your father and I were still working on a name for you, there were several. My favorite uncle was named Benjamin, he lived in Montana. He had been a cowboy all his life and never married, but I always thought he was so cool. He was really handsome, like you, and was a bit of a tough guy. When I was a little girl though, he was the sweetest man towards me. This huge, tall studly 'guy's-guy' would come and visit and sit on the floor and play with me. We'd play with my dolls and have tea parties, he let me ride around on his back and ..." her voice became even more a whisper. 

"Late one afternoon we were coming back from seeing a movie and his truck was run off the road by an 18-wheeler. We crashed into a ditch and his truck was stuck, the 18-wheeler just kept going. We were in the middle of nowhere. My leg was badly hurt and I couldn't walk. Benjamin picked me up and carried me 6 miles to the crossroad where we were picked up and taken to the hospital. I didn't find out unit later that he was injured by a piece of metal that had stabbed him in the back." 

"He lost so much blood carrying me that 6 miles that he almost died by the time we got to the hospital. I saw his clothes afterwards and they were completely soaked through with blood. I was out of the hospital the next day. Benjamin was in for a week and a half. He never let on that whole time walking, that he was hurt so bad. He was determined to get me to safety. He was willing to give his life for mine."

I quietly laid back against her as she silently remembered this man I had never met. "He was the greatest man I ever knew." She finally continued. "So when Daniel was born I wanted to name him Benjamin. Your father was adamant that he be named after his father. Then you came along." She kissed the back of my head. "We fought about the name. I was just as adamant as he had been about Daniel. He could tell that I was going to get my way, or else. So, ... you're my Benjamin." She kissed my head again.

I sat and waited for more info. Mom remained silent. "But, ... why 'Benjy'?" I asked her again. 

"Benjamin is a man's name. A manly man's name. A perfect name for you. When you were just born though, you were, ... so tiny, ... so helpless, it didn't seem to quite fit yet. The very first time I nursed you, you were a Benjy. Unlike your brother, who nursed like he was eating a bowl of cereal, late for school, you were calm, relaxed, unhurried." She kissed me again. "He would be done in a minute and a half. You would take a half an hour." She went quiet again for a while.

"I would hold you in my arms, my nipple in your mouth, and you would just look at me, with this happy little face. By 2 months you loved to reach up and hold my entire breast. Just suck me and suck me. I can only admit now, and only to you, that you gave me so many orgasms when you did that."

"I did?" I asked her. 

"Oh yes!" she whispered into my ear, following it with her tongue into my ear. "You would suck my breasts and I would gently stroke my clit and cum like crazy. My little Benjy. You made me cum more than you father did. Your father didn't ever know about the orgasms, but he was jealous of your time at my tits. I loved to nurse you, sweetheart. Hold you close and let you pleasure my nipples with your lips and tongue." Another, longer pause then, "Then, ... last night, ..."

Her left hand began to stroke my stomach again. "Then last night, ..." Her fingers found and wrapped around my hard cock. "Your mouth on my nipple last night, ... You sucking on me, ... Benjy, ... I know it made you as excited as it made me. You're excited right now. Your beautiful, perfect penis is so hard for me right now." She began to stroke the length. "My sweet Benjy." She began to move me around again like last night. 

She pulled me and turned me in the water until I was laying in her lap again. She gathered me to her, cooing. "Oh Benjy. My sweet baby." She cradled me in her arms, scooching her breasts up out of the water. I felt like the baby again. "Yes. Just relax, Mommy's got you, sweetheart, Mommy's got you." I felt her tilting my head gently. "C'mere sweet baby. Yeah, that's my sweet baby. Suck on Mommy, sweetheart." I reached up and took hold of the soft flesh, taking the erect nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking. 

"Mmmmm yes, Benjy. That's it sweet baby. Suck Mommy's big tit. Let Mommy play with herself while you suck and lick." I busied myself with her nipple, squeezing and releasing the soft tissue. "Mmmmmmm, wonderful darling." I could tell she was working her hand under me in between her legs, playing with herself. Her right hand found my cock again and took a firm hold of it. "Mmmmmm such a manly man. Just like Benjamin. You are so like him; you're built like him. I bet he was built like you too, with a nice big cock like yours. You have such a magnificent penis Benjy."

We lay like that for a long time, floating, sucking, stroking. Finally our reverie was broken by Mom's noisy orgasm. "Oh baby!" she panted. "Oh my sweet Benjy! You're doing it again!" Our mutual quaking was rippling the water and getting it into my face. I broke away finally. Mom's nipple was red and distended. "Mmmmmm look at that, you naughty, naughty boy! Mommy's nipple is all red from your mouth." 

I moved to get out and sit on the edge. "I'm so hot in this water." My cock was bobbing and weaving as I moved. Mom's eyes never left it. "Benjy, you naughty, naughty boy!" Mom was eyeing my cock hungrily. "What a perfect cock. You look like you're ready to cum too." I nodded and began to stroke it. "No, no, baby! Let Mommy do that." She moved closer and took my erection into her hand. "Yes! Thick and long and straight, ... and hard as a rock!!" her fingers began to stroke up and down.

"You're making me drool for it, you bad, bad boy! Naughty!" She drooled saliva into her hand and used it to slick my shaft. It felt so smooth slipping in and out of her tight grip. "Mmmm yes! So hard! Ohhhh baby. I would love to suck you so deeply. Take this gorgeous big cock into my soft wet mouth and lick it all over. Let you hold my head and fuck it in and out." Her eyes flicked up to mine, with a look of burning intensity. She used a milking motion to squeeze out a fat droplet of precum. "Mmmmm." She moaned leaning in to lick the tip. "I love the taste of you. Your cum must be so tasty, Benjy. I would love to drink it all. If it weren't so naughty, I would. Take your sweet full load into my mouth and savor the sweetness."




Backscratch Ch. 02



She drooled more saliva onto it and stroked it madly. I was watching her tits bobbing and weaving, just out of the water. She noticed my attention. "You like these don't you, Benjy?" I nodded with a strained grin, close to shooting. "You've always loved my titties. From the day you were born, you've always loved them." She raised a bit more out of the water. "Show me sweetheart. Show mommy how much you love them. Shower them with your warm creamy cum, darling. Shoot your cum on Mommy's titties."

My first shot went straight into her face, it was so forceful. "Oooh!" She squealed, surprised. "You naughty boy!" She aimed better for the second shot which blasted straight into her cleavage, right between the tits. I continued to spurt pulse after pulse onto her, as she licked her lips. "You naughty little fucker, Benjy!" She giggled. "You shot your cum into my face. Mmmmm. It does taste so good, ... naughty boy. I can taste your sweet cum on my lips."

"Sorry." I offered, "But you were controlling the equipment." She laughed. 

"Yes. I guess I was." She giggled washing her face with the water. "Feel better now, sweetheart?" I smiled and nodded. "Mmmm I'm so glad. I do too." She stood up a bit and kissed me hard, mashing her lips to mine. Our tongues found each other and played and danced a bit. 

Mom sat back into the tub, arms spread wide, tits on display, admiring my full nudity and waning penis as I sat there catching my breath. "So, what's on for today? Shopping?" I frowned a bit. 'Shopping' I thought? What could be less fun. "I need some new sexy undies and maybe a sexy dress." Now that kind of shopping might be interesting. "I could use your help picking some nice things. Maybe a nice lunch at the beach as well." She gave me an excited look.

"Let's take a picnic to El Cap!" I smiled wide, visualizing our new found intimacy, transplanted to our favorite beach; like a private spot no one knew of. Up the coast a ways, past Santa Barbara, was a stretch of beach, almost inaccessible. One had to know exactly where to park and hike over the train tracks and down the rugged cliffs. Once there, the perfect white sand, gentle breeze and remote location had become a favorite spot for us to sunbathe in the nude. Just a boy and his mother, hanging out naked together. 

"Let's do it." Mom said happily, then leaned forward and took more than half my semi erect cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue just briefly, before standing and kissing me on the mouth and bounding out of the tub and headed inside, tossing a "Naughty." over her shoulder as she went. I sat dumbfounded by this new and intimate contact. 

"Hoollllllllyyyy shit!" I repeated for the umpteenth time today. I got out of the tub, struggled to replace the hot tub cover and headed inside.

To be continued ...



Backscratch Ch. 03



The saleswoman Myrna was eyeing me from behind the counter with a bit of a smirk. I smiled slightly at her and then turned back to watch the dressing room door. I had tried to hide my raging boner from her prying eyes but had obviously failed. I think she was wildly intrigued by Mom's pronouncement that I was her son and was helping her pick out some nice, dainty things. She was a pretty woman in her 50s, I guessed. Curvy in a pin-up kind of way, big breasts, tiny waist, nice round butt, long legs.

We had been to Victoria's Secret, where I "helped" Mom pick out some pretty, tiny, thongs panties and a camisole so sheer that we almost got kicked out. She had come out of the changing room in nothing but the panties and camisole and had paraded them in front of me. The 2 young salesgirls had both tittered a bit and then warned against their boss showing up any moment. I don't think they caught on our true relationship, but though the she was some cougar who had snagged herself a young stud. I did notice that they were, surprised how bold Mom was walking out and standing in front of the three-way mirror, and how gorgeous she looked.

From there we had journeyed to a trashy lingerie store that was little more than a porno shop. Mom tried a few things on, but the manager of the store had ushered me out of the changing area, almost immediately. Mom had persisted, but men were simply not allowed back there. We bought nothing.

Now we were at Naughty & Nice, a tasteful little store in a shopping alley that was very quiet for a random weekday midmorning. Myrna, the owner had welcomed us and Mom was bold enough to introduce herself and me, as her son, explaining that we were shopping for some sexy stuff for her. Her glance to me was unreadable, but I think she was intrigued by this admission. She showed us some cute, little, sheer things and then walked us to the changing room. I sat in a tall wing-back chair and waited as mom changed.

Shortly, Mom had emerged in a beautiful violet, sheer camisole and panty set that you could read a newspaper through. Her swollen labia and erect nipples were on full display. Myrna stood by as Mom paraded a bit and stood in front of the mirror, turning this way and that. Myrna was very complimentary, as was I. 

"He has a very good eye." Mom told her. "We are setting up for a photo shoot and I needed some new boudoir outfits." She assured Mom that she looked wonderful, which she did! Mom turned to me. "I like the way my nipples can really poke through, don't you?" I admitted that I did. I was feeling a bit nervous, which showed and the manager simply smiled at our playfulness. "Do you think my breasts look okay though?" Mom asked, taking both in her hands and lifting them slightly. "There is no support at all."

"You don't need any." Myrna and I both blurted at the same moment. We both laughed and Mom smiled. 

"Well," Mom said, gently lifting her tits and letting them fall. They bounced just a bit, enticingly. "Thank you anyway, but I think they need a bit of lift." We both argued again that they didn't. "Regardless, I think he likes these." Mom said turning to face me and stealing a quick glance at me pounding erection, obvious through my pants. "We'll take them." She said, dancing just a little making them bounce and sway perfectly.

"Wonderful." Myrna said. After a brief pause, she added, "Let me know if I can be of any further help. I'll just leave you two to it." Mom smiled a thanks and she turned and walked away, but not too far. Mom gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and retreated to the dressing room. 

It had just a drape across the front which Mom didn't quite close completely, as she stripped off the camisole and then bent at the waist, bottom pointed right at me as she slid the panties off and to the floor. Her lips were thick and full. She pulled on a body suit that was a sexy black, wet look material, with dark purple frilly lace edging. I could see through the drape a bit as she adjusted and settled it in position. The position turned out to be important, as it had openings to give a peek-a-boo at the nipples and pussy. The rear was simply a soft ½" of lace that disappeared into the valley of her ass. 

She gazed into the small mirror in the dressing room before throwing back the curtain with a flourish and stepping out. If I hadn't been sitting in my chair I would have wound up on the floor. "Too much?" she asked, striking a pose. As she puffed out her chest a bit, both tiny openings at her breasts opened to reveal her very hard nipples. I simply stared open mouthed. She waggled her eyebrows at me, smirking at my reaction. "This," she started looking down at her own crotch, "This may be a bit much." As she flexed her thighs just so, the material parted and granted an incredible view of her swollen lips. 

"Ben?" she asked. It sounded a long way away. "Ben?" she repeated. I was jerked back to reality. I realized that I had zoned out at the sight of my mother wearing perhaps the sexiest outfit in the world, exposing her most intimate bits to me, her son, in a store in the middle of the day. I had experienced the same feeling of freeze frame/slow-motion-replay that had become somewhat common whenever my mother did something truly sexy. It had happened last night as I ejaculated all over her nude body, and again this morning as she leaned over and took me in her mouth.

Just now it had happened yet again, as she bent over and her nipples were on full display and my eyes wandered over her sexy form to the image of her swollen, parted pussy lips, peeking clit and pink interior, framed by gorgeous dark lace and pulled tight between her sexy, firm thighs. As she had pulled the material up a bit, it had spread her labia even further. She was glistening and moist.

"Ben?" Mom repeated one last time, grinning at my tongue-tied response. "You like?" she asked smiling. I saw her eyes flick over to the saleswoman, with a private smile, shared between women who knew about being naughty. "I think we'll take this too." Mom took one step towards me, leaned down and kissed my lips softly. "You are such a wonderful help, sweetie."

Back in the dressing room, Mom fumbled a bit, turning this way and that, confused. "Benjy, can you help me?" she called out. I rose, uncomfortably swollen, from my chair and went to assist. As I pulled back the curtain I noticed why she was having trouble. She had picked out some sort of torture-looking device and couldn't get it on. There were straps and fastenings everywhere. There was, however, just about no fabric to cover any part of her. 

"How do you ...?" I started almost as soon as I tried to help. I had no idea how this thing went on. It was almost a built-in-place set of black straps and tiny silver buckles, that wound around, up and down and through everywhere. 

"Myrna? Excuse me." Mom called to the saleslady. "Can you help us a bit?" The woman strolled over, smiling wide when she saw our predicament. 

"Ooooooh I love this piece!" she said when she recognized it. "Incredibly sexy!" she assisted us for a bit helping me find the road map that fastened this incredibly complicated arrangement onto my mother's nude body. We worked together to wrap and enfold, attach and interweave the most intricate garment, until Mom was completely encased. Two straps ran between her legs, applying enough pressure to really swell Mom's labia into a gorgeous display of womanhood. Around her flat tummy, in and around her arms and breasts, over shoulders and crisscrossing, front and back, and finally tying in a cute bow right above her sexy butt. 

We had both been stroking our hands all over her body to get it on her, which had left her in a wildly excited state. I think we all were. 

"Oh my god!!: Mom whispered into the mirror when she saw it on her. She turned this way and that. "It's incredible!" We both just stood there and watched, entranced as my mother admired herself. Turning and looking and posing and looking. "Wow!" she finally said as she turned to face us. It was somehow way sexier than simply standing there nude, which was already so sexy by itself, I almost couldn't stand it. 

"Incredible." Myrna whispered as she took in the vision that was my mother's body wrapped in this wild arrangement of straps. Mom's body was perfectly displayed in all its glory, every part of her femininity was amplified beyond belief; she was a goddess!! "I wish I could join you on that photo shoot." She said

We learned that Myrna was a professional photographer, had been around the world as a photojournalist, been to numerous war zones, and now just wanted to photograph beauty. She did the occasional wedding, mostly for friends and clients, but loved to shoot the female form. 

"Well, perhaps, when we get ready to do the shoot we can all work together?" Mom offered. 

"Would it be alright if I used a few of the shots in my private marketing album?" Myrna asked. "I use them very discreetly, and have no photos of this particular piece. And you, ..." she was staring openly, " ...you look incredible in it." Mom seemed a bit shy of the idea at first, but a glance at me told her that I loved the idea!

"That, ... might be fun actually." She finally agreed. Myrna told her that it would be her pleasure to provide the outfit for the shoot as it wasn't really a practical purchase and probably took all three of us to get her in it anyway. Added to which, as a custom design by a friend of hers the price tag made it more impractical. $300.00!! Mom's jaw dropped when she heard it. I was stunned, but thought for a moment that it was worth every penny. I had no idea when she could ever wear it.

"I would love to work with you both on a photo shoot." Myrna told us. "It is so amazing that you are both so comfortable with each other, mother and son. It is clear that Ben enjoys seeing you nude." They both stole a glance at my straining cock. I nodded a 'Whatcha gonna do?' kind of look. Mom admitted that she loved to show off her body to her son, and that seeing me in the nude as well was a huge turn on. "Well," Myrna continued, "It is a huge turn on for me as well." Mom turned to her and they hugged tightly. 

We arranged for a photo shoot at her studio for late the following week, bought our stuff, gave her our contact info and headed off up the coast. We stopped for picnic supplies and headed to our private parking spot. 

Mom was wearing a light cotton sundress with nothing under it so her nipples were at full attention everywhere we went. I loved the look of her hard nipples pushing out the front of the material. I grabbed the big bag with everything in it and followed her over the tracks to the trailhead down to the beach. 

As usual there was no one for miles in either direction. We had come here maybe a dozen times since becoming a lonely twosome. On our perhaps sixth trip Mom decided to go topless, to my utter pleasure. We had played Frisbee on the sand and watching her bare breasts bounce and sway was pure pleasure!! They were becoming a bit tan, which I both enjoyed and didn't. I loved the smoothness of a gentle tan on that gorgeous soft skin, but the thrill of a tan line never ceased to arouse me. Breasts that are whiter than the rest of the body somehow state that they are private and don't often see the sun. When they do, it is a special, private thing; a privilege. The tan line is a turn on!!

Our last visit to the beach we had both lain out naked. It had been a wildly arousing thing to do. We spoke of it most of the way home, how exciting it had been, how much we enjoyed looking at each others, warm, moist, aroused bodies; my cock, Mom's nipples, her shaved lips and the tiny patch of hair above her clit; our fitness. I was trembling to find out what would happen today. 

We found a perfect spot back from the water, at the foot of the cliff, and between to large boulders. We laid out towels and I simply undressed completely and lay on my stomach. Mom busied herself getting out the sandwiches and wine. I watched her preparing lunch without a word said. She then stood, and watching me watching her, slowly peeled her sundress off over her head showing every inch of her nude body. It was heaven to watch her strip. She brought her towel and laid it edge to edge with mine and laid on her stomach. Once settled she leaned over and kissed me softly, lingering.

"You are such a sweetie. I love you Ben. Thank you for your help today."

"It was truly my pleasure." I responded. "You looked so beautiful in everything you tried on." We chatted about how the girls at Vic's Secret must have thought she was a total cougar. 

"I really liked Myrna. I thought she was really cool." She told me. I nodded in agreement. "I think it might be fun to do a photo shoot with her." She gazed into my eyes. "it will be really fun to do a photo shoot with you, sweetheart. I turns me on so much to show you my body."

We kissed and cuddled a bit and ate our picnic lunch, then got up and walked nude to the water and strolled a ways in the shallow surf, holding hands. We splashed each other a bit as we walked, Mom cringing from the cold water. Her skin was covered with goose bumps and her nipples were as hard as they could possibly be. My cock, which had started out completely erect, was now simply half mast, thick and full, but not so painfully hard. The cold water had taken the edge off a bit.

Out the corner of my eye I could not stop watching the sexy way Mom's breasts moved and swayed as she walked along. We strolled a long way without seeing another soul and without anything being said. We had rounded a promontory where we could see down the beach. Not another person was out there for miles. It felt like we were the only 2 people on earth. 

"Do you sometimes, ... feel like, ..." she started, quietly. "Like, ... you and I, ... are apart from the world? That we live, ... somehow, ..." She was in another of her musing states, where she was thinking out loud, but slowly, haltingly. " ... here, but not here?" She stopped and gazed out at the sea, as if she were far, far away. "Apart?" she whispered. "Alone, cut off from the rest of the world?"

After a long, thoughtful pause, her gaze turned to me. "Especially here." She continued, looking around. "That is why we are together, like this." She looked down at her hand in mine. "You love me." she stated, more than asked. "You know that I adore you more than my own life." Her hand squeezed mine, hard. "We love each other." Her eyes came to mine, serious and unreadable. 

"I feel like I am dead." She stated plainly, looking out to the sea again. "In many ways I am dead, ... but not with you." I simply watched her and listened. I always had a dread sense about these conversations. I didn't know where they were heading, but they sounded so dire. "You make me alive inside. You've kept me alive inside, ever since, ..." I still said nothing. "No one else, but us, ... could ever, ... get it, get us, be with us, ... or us with them." Her voice drifted off. 

"Am I making any sense?" she asked after another long pause, turning to face me. She took my other hand in hers and stood facing me directly. "There is no one else, ... that I can to turn to for love." Her eyes were studying mine. That point seemed to hit home with me. All the others girls that I met, in public, at school, anywhere, all seemed so distant, so disconnected. I had long ago stopped telling the story of our family's tragedy. People were understandably saddened at hearing it, but I always got the feeling that they thought that the passage of time should have done more to ameliorate the sense of loss, of broken-ness; it hadn't.

I pulled her into my arms. Mom didn't feel sad. She felt resigned to her fate; our fate. She nuzzled her face into my shoulder. Her arms wrapped around me, but slack, so that her hands were resting on my butt. The contact turned me on. I stroked her skin, from her shoulders, down her back, to the swell of her hips and butt, and then cupped her beautiful bottom in both hands. My cock was raging again. I pulled her tightly to it. It was pressing into her tummy. 

"We turn each other on," She said into my shoulder. "You make me so aroused! My nipples ache for you. My pussy is so, ..." her voice fell off. "We turn each other on so much. My skin loves your touch. I love to look at your body, smell your skin." She breathed deeply, smelling me. "Mmmm, the sound of your voice. The taste, ..." Another long pause. "Benjy, I LOVE the taste of your sweet cock. I am so in the wrong!! It is so wrong of me, forgive me, but I love the taste and the feel of my son's beautiful, big, hard cock in my mouth." 

Finally she broke from the tight embrace and looked up into my eyes. She was so close, her lips an inch from mine. "Sweetheart. I would so love, ... truly love to feel your perfect cock, fucking my pussy so deeply, so hard and fast, ... lovingly and slow, ... but we never can. Not like that, not ever." We shared a long meaningful look, then I smiled and kissed her, softly. 

"I know." I told her simply. "I know that." She smiled a weak smile of such incredible sadness, that I thought perhaps she had been hoping that I would protest; make the argument, any argument, no matter how ludicrous, that we somehow COULD be together like that. "No doubt, .." I started. "NO DOUBT, you know how much I wish we could. I have dreamed and fantasized about easing my cock into your vagina, ... a son's cock into his mother's pussy, ... but I understand what you are saying."

We kissed again, a bit more passionately. My arms went around her again and pulled her tightly against my cock, making her moaned with desire for it. Without breaking lip contact I reached down, under her bottom and slowly lifted her up and around me. Her legs went right around my hips. I pulled her high enough to release my cock which dropped down under her, then lowered her until I felt her wet lips settle onto the rigid shaft. She moaned again at the contact. Our tongues were performing a warm, moist ballet. I bounced a bit making my penis gently slap against her labia. 

"Mmmmm, you see how naughty you are?" she giggled when we separated. Our noses were touching, as we gazed into each other's eyes. "I know your cock wants in me so badly. I would love the feeling of being filled completely by the one person in the whole world that I love the most." She smiled sadly. "I would love to feel you fucking me, Benjy! My sweet, baby, boy."

I slapped her puss a bit longer and then set her gently on the sand. "Come on!" Mom said suddenly. "Let's run!" She took off at a full run, back to our towels, and almost instantly reached up to grab her bouncing tits. She held them in both hands as she ran off, glancing over her shoulder at me. I took off full gallop after her. My cock was bobbing and bouncing all over, but I just let it wave. I caught up to her pretty quickly. She was grinning at my bouncing erection. "Oh baby!" she said still running. "That cock of yours, ..."

I got ahead of her and began running backwards in the shallow surf. "Release those beauties." I yelled to her. "Let me see them." She did briefly, as she ran and I was entranced to watch them bouncing up and down, side to side. My freeze frame/slow-motion-replay mind took over and I watched in slow-mo as she trotted through the surf, her feet splashing water in all directions, the sun catching on the droplets. Her thighs flexed and released beautifully with each step, that fine, downy hair backlit in the sun. Her gorgeous full breasts moved up and down over her muscled chest, hard nipples and the beautiful round tissue, weighting and un-weighting. Her hair was flowing in the wind, bouncing with each step. She was, without doubt the one woman in all the world that I wanted. I wanted her completely, only, forever. 




Backscratch Ch. 03



My feet went totally out from under me and I landed with a huge splash in the cold water. A small wave had come in behind me and swept my feet straight out from under me. Mom's expression, again in super slo-mo, had gone from smiling and sexy to alarmed and fearful in an instant. My eyes never left hers as I went down in a heap. I watched as her alarmed expression went to one of wild hilarity, even before I hit the water. She ran up to me, bouncing and laughing.

"You okay?" she asked, laughing. I was spluttering in the cold water, scrambling to sit up. "That was awesome!" she sang in laughter. "You okay?" she asked again extending a hand to help me up.

"Yeah, very funny." I responded splashing her with water. She shrieked and ran off. I watched again from behind as she ran away from me, her sexy legs, gorgeous tight ass, elbows jutting out from where she supported her tits. 

As I walked up to the towels she had already laid back on her elbows and offered a glass of white wine in a plastic goblet. 'Weekend Waterford' was etched on the side. I stood dripping and drank deeply from the glass. "God you are so beautiful." I told her. She smiled and drank, herself. Her eyes followed my gaze over her body. Slowly she opened her legs a bit, allowing me a very intimate view of her shaved labia. Her little tuft of hair was matted with water and looked sexy in the sunlight. Her lips were so swollen, the inner lips peeking just a bit. 

"You are too, sweetheart." She was looking me up and down, settling on my raging cock, bouncing gently with each heartbeat. "My beautiful son. My beautiful, naked son." We stayed like that, sipping wine for a long while, enjoying the view. "We are so naughty together." She made this last comment, as she had so many times before, but this time was somehow different. Gone was the self-consciousness, the embarrassment, the sense of how wrong it was to be naughty together. It was simply a statement. 

"I like being naughty with you." I said simply. Her eyes slowly came to mine.

"I do too." She said quietly. "It turns me on so much to show you my nude body." Her legs opened a bit more. "Can you tell?" I nodded gazing into my mother's own vulva. She took a sip and idly strummed her fingers over a nipple. "You make me so wet, sweetheart." I just gazed at her quietly. "You make Mommy's pussy so wet, baby." 

I slowly lowered to a kneeling position at her feet, between her open legs. As I watched, she very slowly went from toying with her nipple to stroking her ribs, across her flat tummy, hip bone to hip bone. Finally she tickled her fingertips through the little patch of hair, atop her swollen mons. "You make Mommy's pussy so wet, baby." She repeated. 

Her fingers dipped down and gently stroked through the pink valley between her lips. It was very moist. "Mmmmm. "She moaned. "So wet and warm." I watched as she used her index and ring fingers to spread the hood over her clit, standing it up at attention. Her middle finger teased the erect flesh with the lightest touch. I felt a pulse run through my cock and felt a droplet of precum form at the tip. 

"Mmmmm. We make each other wet, don't we?" she asked noticing my wetness. I nodded dumbly. The droplet fell and another formed. "Mmmmm, oh my god sweetie! So wet!" she whispered, sounding a bit strained. Suddenly she leaned forward and swept her fingers under the head of my cock and gathered the thick fluid on her fingertips. She laid back on her elbow and slowly worked the fluid through her fingers. "So smooth and slick." She whispered, then brought her fingers to her mouth and, with eyes locked on mine, took the fingers in her mouth.

"Mmmmmmm!!" She moaned loudly, her eyes rolling closed. "Oh sweetheart! You taste so good!!" she told me, around a mouthful of fingers. "Mmmm such a tasty cock, baby. I love your cock, Benjy. I love it so much!"

My eyes returned to her wet, swollen, drooling pussy lips. Slowly I began to lean into her, drawn by the burning need to taste her as well. As my intent became obvious, Mom suddenly jolted back to reality. "Ben, ... What, ...?" My mouth was maybe 6 inches from the object of my deepest desire, when I was caught up short. "Oh no, baby. You mustn't. You can't." she said.

"But I want to. I need to." I told her in a voice that sounded way more pleading than I meant. I was begging. "You've tasted me." I said, like child. I felt like I wanted to throw a tantrum.

"Oh sweetheart, No. We mustn't. You mustn't! I won't be able to, ..." Her voice fell off, but I knew what she meant. She would lose all grasp on reality and we would fuck. We would both fall at once and suddenly be powerless to stop from crossing over that last, most important line. If I tasted her pussy, licked her, went down on my mother, we would fuck, there was no ifs, ands, or buts about it. 

I sat back up on my knees, gathering my wits back around me. We were already so close to the ultimate incestual coupling, both nude, both wildly aroused, in the perfect physical position to fuck, inches from doing so, at the limit of our mutual self control. After a long pause, we sipped our wine and caught our breath. 

"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry." Mom pleaded with me to understand. I did. I completely understood, but was crestfallen nonetheless. "Sweetie, I'm so, so sorry." She repeated, closing her legs to me. 

"No!" I said louder than I meant and she jumped a bit. "I mean, ... please don't. Don't let me have ruined the magic between us. Please don't be shy of showing me your perfect, gorgeous body; all of it. I love to look at you, ... all of you." Her look remained concerned, but she slowly relaxed her legs and displayed herself again. 

"I'm sorry to be so unfair. But, ... if I let you do that, ... I will be forever lost. I know that I will lose whatever I have left of my mind and allow you to do anything and everything to me. That would be so wrong. You will be forever ruined by me, by my allowing you to be so bad."

"That is the line." She continued after a very long pause. "That is the line we can never cross. Eternal damnation, ..." That last comment shook me wide awake. I gave her an incredulous, questioning look. She smiled a bit. "Well, ... maybe not, ... eternal damnation, ..." she giggled a bit. I did too. Her smiling eyes turned serious again. "Seriously though, sweetheart, I could never live with myself, ... for corrupting such a, ..."

"Whoa, whoa." I said cutting her off. "We." I stated simply. "We. Not you, not me. WE are in this together. This isn't something you are doing TO me. We are making mutual decisions, TOGETHER." Her look calmed a bit. "WE are in love. Sure we love each other like parents and children are supposed to, but far beyond that, I love you." I told her firmly. "I LOVE YOU. I love you like a boy loves a girl, like lovers. You are the woman for me. In all the world, of all the girls in the world, I want you." 

I reached into the cooler and poured out more wine for us. We spent a long time gazing into each other's eyes, as we sipped and looked. Her fingers returned to their pleasuring of her nipple, her skin, her tummy. 

After a long period of silence, she slowly stroked her fingers back to her pussy, over her lips and clit and then slowly inserted 2 into her vagina. I watched from my perfect vantage point, as they slipped wetly in and out. Finally she withdrew them, slick and sticky with her natural lubrication and offered them to me. Our eyes were locked as I took them deeply into my mouth. The taste was heaven!!! My eyes rolled closed at the taste and my tongue washed over, around and through her fingers, savoring every taste. She then slowly repeated the motion, dipping her fingers into the well of my dreams and offering them for me to cleanse with my tongue.

"May I?" she asked at last. I gave her a confused look. She leaned up and stroked her fingers over my cock, milking another full glob of precum out of me. It almost looked like I had ejaculated, there was so much of it. "Ooooohhhhh. My stud, ...LOVER." She enunciated. I watched her take the glob into her mouth and watched her eyes roll closed at the taste. "Mwaare myou my mover menjy?" she asked through a mouthful of fingers. "Are you my lover, Benjy?" she asked again, more clearly. 

"I am. I will always be. I am your lover, Mom." She moaned loudly at that admission. "Even if I can never fill your sweet, delicious pussy with this hard cock, ..." I said taking my painful erection in my hand, "I will always be your lover." She watched as I began to stroke the length. "I have jacked off so many times thinking about you, replaying in my mind every sexy thing you ever did with me, every new bit of private skin of yours that I have glimpsed, every new, thrilling, intimate part of your body that I have touched." Her fingers were working her clit now, as she watched me.

"I have stroked this hard cock so many times, wishing it was you, dreaming of you watching me, dreaming of you touching me, stroking me, sucking me deep in your mouth." Our hands were both moving at a frantic pace. "I have dreamed of spreading your sweet pussy open, spreading your lips with the thick head of my cock, pushing in you, opening the insides of you vagina, filling you so deeply!"

Mom's wine glass left her hand, spilling the rest, as she took hold of her breast, nipple between her fingers, her other fingers now slipping inside of her pussy. "Yes!" She moaned. "Yes, me too! I have dreamed of you baby! Your sweet cock, that luscious tongue. Your creamy cum. I have fantasized about your cum all over me, all inside of me."

My hand was working frantically now. I was crazy turned on and couldn't stand another second. I could feel the world slow down, my slow-motion mind taking over. I was jerking like crazy but now in slow-motion. Mom's fingers appeared and disappeared into her vagina slowly, mashing her labia as they went deeper. Her free breast was bobbing and weaving in the warm sunlight. Her fingers continually captured, pulled and released her nipple, allowing it to bounce back into place, only to be stretched again. Her face was strained with the effort and her excitement at watching my hand on my cock. 

Her tongue appeared out the corner of her mouth, licking her lip, which set me off. I watched in super-slo-mo as the first long stream of semen spurted from the head of my cock. Mom's eyes watched it as it arced powerfully over her head, like a comet trailing its tail. It landed with a splashy plop on the towel above her, but the comets tail landed wetly in her hair, on her forehead, across the bridge of her nose, and created a wet bridge between her open lips. The bridge of my cum lost its strength and collapsed into her mouth, across her tongue. This thrilling image drove my next spurt to be almost as forceful! The comet of cum landed on her forehead, across one eye and the entire comet tail, flowing behind, disappeared into her mouth, just as her tongue was tasting the previous and gathering the bit on her lower lip.

Several more spurts of my ejaculate landed in the hollow at the base of her throat, trailing down between her heaving tits. Slowly her eyes swiveled up to mine, with a look of pure astonishment. She had a passionate look about her that told me that she was on the verge of orgasm herself. Her eyes lolled around loosely for a moment and then rolled closed and her head fell back on the towel. I watched her stomach tighten and her hips push up into the air. Her hand held a handful of her own breast, which she was squeezing painfully. Her fingers were in her pussy and the flat of her hand was mashed against her clit and her hips pushed up further. 

The sound of her howling, reached me as though from a great distance. Her hand continued on her pussy, but the other hand reached up and began gathering whatever cum had missed her mouth. She was alternately gathering and sucking my cum off her fingers. I continued to gently stroke my cock and the last bit of sperm fell into the sand beneath me. I knelt there watching my mother experience what I supposed was the most intense orgasm of her life. I remember thinking that if they were all like this she would be constantly exhausted. 

Time slowly returned to normal as we both settled from the intensity. The panting sounds we were both making became more normal in my ears. Finally Mom simply collapsed, utterly limp, her breasts, moist and heaving, continued to bob around gently, beautifully. Her right arm laid across her eyes, as she brought her breathing back under control. I scooted forward a bit and laid both hands on her raised knees, gathering my own breath back. Long minutes passed.

"Holy, ... cow, ...sweetheart!" she finally said, panting, from behind her arm. "Do you, ... always cum, ... like that?" I smiled wide and shook my head, more in wonder at the situation than her question. She finally raised her arm and gave me an astonished look. "My son, ... is a complete stud!" I grinned and nodded. "C'mere, stud." She said turning onto her side. "C'mere baby. Lay down here with me."

I moved to spoon up behind her, arranging my still erect penis against her bottom. She came up on one elbow and turned over to look at me. She had an incredulous look. Her hand reached back and found my erection. "Really?!" she asked. "You're still hard?!" I shrugged a bit, by way of apology and she laid back down. She found my arm and pulled my hand to her breast. "C'mere stud." She said giggling. "My son, is a complete stud! What am I going to do with you?"

We napped for a bit, in that position. By the time she roused we had napped for an hour or more. We slowly got up and began to pack up to head home, neither of us very anxious to leave this magic place. 

"I hope we can do this again, soon." I told her. She gave me a look.

"What part of THIS do you want to do again soon?" she asked, smiling naughtily. 

"All of it! Every part of it." I leaned over and kissed her mouth, quickly. I folded a towel, then leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Your pussy is so delicious!!". Her body stiffened a bit and her face raised to the sky. She then gave me a head shake and smile that conveyed how naughty I was, how naughty we both were. Then she whispered into mine, "And I, ...love the taste of your big cock and your creamy cum, ... darling."

"Darling?" I asked her. She had never used this word as far as I could remember. She gave a coy look.

"I like to call my lover, ... Darling." She waggled her eyebrows at me and returned to packing up. My body stiffened gently in a post ejaculation spasm.

We took a long, last nude hug, before getting dressed for the ride home. 

"I can't wait for a shower." I muttered, once in the car. 

"Together?" Mom asked, with a teasing wink, before pulling her car out onto the road.

To be continued ... 



Backscratch Ch. 04



Having spent the day in nude incestuous play on the beach, Mom and I headed home.

Mom drove for a long while in silence. I think we were both reliving the last few hours of passion in our minds. I kept looking over at her. Mom's light cotton sundress was clinging to her body in places, and gently moving in the breeze in others. Tight across her chest, her nipples were at full attention; like they usually were. Her thighs were very exposed as the material rode up her skin. She never turned her head to look back at me, but she knew I was watching her. Her lips would curl into a slight smile.

"How naughty we both are." She finally said, waking me from my slight dozing. "So very naughty together." She added wistfully, quietly. She had my full attention now. "I love to be completely nude with my son." She glanced in my direction. "It excites me to show you my nude body, even though that is so naughty of me." She caught my eye again, briefly. "And it really excites me to see your naked body." She was thoughtful for a time. "You are such a handsome, young man."

"I need a coffee." She stated suddenly and jerked the car off the road. We went to Bigbucks and got her a coffee. I didn't feel like one. I was hyper-aware of her bare feet and erect nipples in her dress; the cut of her cute sundress left no doubt that she was braless. Walking back to the car she asked me to drive the rest of the way. "I just want to relax and put my feet up on the dash."

As I drove down the freeway, her right foot was raised up on the dash, and the breeze through the window forced her dress farther up her thighs until her pussy was visible. She had her eyes closed, her face in the sun and her thumb in her mouth as I stole glances at the very top of her labia, shining in the sun. The fine downy hair on her thighs shone in the sunlight. She was gorgeous!

"That is such a beautiful view." I said quietly, not sure if she was even awake. The corner of her mouth curled up in a slight smile, the only indication that she was in fact awake. There was a very slight adjustment in the position of her leg, allowing a bit more of her soft, swollen labia to show. I glanced at it again and again, thinking how wonderful that would feel against my tongue.

Exiting the freeway, I drove the long winding road home, anxious to get there and see what might happen next. I recalled saying,

"I can't wait for a shower" as we had gotten in the car. Then my mother replying,

"Together?" Mom had asked teasingly, before pulling her car out onto the road. I wondered if we would. There were times when Mom enjoyed teasing me in our conversation, and then she could turn quite serious, about our getting too out of hand. I had to keep control of my expectations. 

I turned up the driveway and parked alongside Daniels car. I turned off the engine and we continued to simply sit in the waning sunlight, filtering through the trees. Long slashes of sunlight fell across moms face and bare neck, deep amber at sunset. 

"You really are such a beautiful woman." I whispered, more to myself. Her mouth curled up again, in the same slight smile. Slowly her eyes opened and came around to me, dreamily. She just smiled at me for a long time. 

"And you are my handsome man." She countered. After a very long look she continued, "We are in this together, aren't we? We are making mutual decisions, together." She was repeating my words back to me. "I am glad that we both love each other far beyond how a parent and child are supposed to." Her eyes looked a bit misty. "I love you so much sweetheart, like lovers." She turned in her seat to face me directly. "Am I really the woman for you? You said that, in all the world, of all the girls in the world, you want me?" I smiled and nodded.

"Only you." I told her. "You are the one I want. Forever and ever. You are the one, my best friend, my mother... my lover." She grew serious at this last statement. "I want you to be my lover." I whispered, hopeful. "In every sense of the word." She slowly moved towards me, her eyes never leaving mine. Her hand cradled my face as we kissed. Her tongue was soft and full in my mouth. She was moaning loudly as we kissed. After a long passionate French kiss we parted. Her forehead lay against mine. Slowly her eyes opened.

"I want you in the same way... darling." She whispered. "In every way. Even in THAT way." We exchanged a sober look. "I never really believed that we could resist each other forever. I just want you too badly. I need your cock to spread me open and fill my body, slip deeply into my vagina, flood me with your creamy love, again and again. All my life."

We kissed again, more passionately. Her hand dipped down to caress my cock through my shorts. "Mmmmmmm, yes darling. This wonderful, thick hard penis needs to find its way home to my vagina... again." Her hand slipped up the leg hole of my shorts and caressed the bare skin. "I cannot resist forever. You will have to fuck me darling! I want to give myself to you. Like a virgin, getting beautifully fucked for the very first time." Looking into my eyes, she whispered, "I want my son to fuck my pussy. Ease this fat cock between my pussy lips and deep into my vagina. I want your sweet sperm dripping out of me after. I want you to flood my pussy with cum every night. I want to feast on your sperm every morning."

"I accept that this makes me a bad mother in some people's eyes." She continued. "I don't care. They haven't been through what we have, endured the agony that we have. They have no right to judge our love." I simply listened and nodded. "We are for each other. I am for you. I give myself to you, for your love and pleasure. My body is for you to enjoy and have in any way you want, whenever, wherever." Her look now was even more serious. "We are... as husband and wife; alone together, in the world. You will sleep in my bed, be my husband, make love to me like a lover and I will care for you always, providing, pleasuring. We won't care what anyone thinks of us."

We shared another long kiss, and then went inside. We went about putting our picnic stuff away, sharing mild, almost shy smiles. I had no idea what to expect next, but was achingly hard from the thought that I might actually get to fuck my mother. I was putting the wine glasses away on the top shelf when her arms came around me, hugging me from behind. Her softness was pressed against my back. Her hand slipped down and over my bulging penis.

"Oh baby. You need relief. I want to wash your sweet cock."

We headed for her bathroom and she quickly doffed her sundress, exposing her nude body to me again. I slowly undressed as I watched her turn on the water, her perfect, curvy bottom as she bent over to feel the temperature. She remained in that position long enough for me to strip and gently press up against her from behind. Her wet pussy lips enveloped my erection, as I pressed into her.

"Oh yes, baby!" she moaned aloud. "I can't wait for you to fuck me like this." She turned and looked over her shoulder at me, with such a burning, passionate look, that I actually spurted a bit. I didn't quite ejaculate, but my cock spit a bit of pre-cum that actually spurted slightly. It ran down her thigh. Her hand dropped between her legs and gathered some, sampling it on her tongue. "Mmmmm Benjy, you have such yummy cum."

Once in the shower I stood at the back of our large shower stall and watched as she stood under the spray, turning herself, seeming on auto-pilot, under the water. I was dazzled watching her body work as she moved. Muscles flexed and relaxed, her breasts swayed gently, enticingly. She then turned to me. 

"Be a love and do my back?" I took the bar of soap and washed her back, feeling every contour of her fitness. She stood, head hanging as she held her hair out of the way. I washed over her sexy bottom and down her thighs. I reached around to the front and did her sexy quads down to her knees. 

She moved her legs apart to give me better access. I soaped her thighs right up against her swollen labia. I heard her exhale deeply at that contact. My cock was now dancing against the small of her back. I simply teased the edges of her lips and over the hood of her clit, I traced my fingertips through the downy patch of hair, pulling it very slightly. My hands caressed and explored her hips, her tummy, her ribs and finally took her breasts in my hands. Her nipples were incredibly hard!! I strummed over them, running fingertip circles around the hard tips. Our hips were dancing against one another. 

After a long time teasing her breasts, she turned in my arms. She gazed into my eyes, smiling. We kissed, then she got down onto her knees before me. I redirected the shower spray away from her as she took the soap from me and began to soap my cock and balls.

"Oh sweetheart." She breathed. "Oh baby, this cock." She worked both hands up and down my length, squeezing tightly. "I am such a naughty Mommy." She whispered, gazing at it. "To be stroking my son's big cock, washing it, loving it." She mused. "But to want it so badly... to want it in my mouth... to suck it and drink it... " she fell silent, watching it slip in and out of her hand. 

"I am such a naughty Mommy to want it in me. To want you to slip it into my vagina. To want her own son to force his fat cock into the tightness of her little vagina." She was musing to herself, with that faraway look. "To allow her own son to fuck his mother, to take her deeply, to want it." Her eyes came slowly up to mine. "Oh Benjy, darling, I want you to. I want you in me. I want this big, beautiful cock inside of my vagina. Make love to me. Make me feel alive again."

I stood on shaky legs watching her jack me slowly, lovingly. I was getting close, but did not want to force the issue. She seemed to be coming to the conclusion, all on her own, that we were going to actually fuck. I felt I needed to let her work it out for herself. If I said anything about it I might break the spell and she might retreat. She moved me into the spray and rinsed the soap off me. 

"Feed me darling?" she asked. She settled into a comfy spot on the tile and opened her mouth. "Feed me your cock. Push it in my throat, darling. I want to swallow you. I want to deep throat every perfect inch of you." I moved a bit forward and gently pushed the head into her mouth. The feeling of her lips closing around me was perfect. She guided my hands to her head and nodded. My hips began to move gently. Her hands grabbed my thighs and pulled me closer. My cock worked in very deep and she gagged. I immediately backed off.

"No." she begged, "don't stop pushing. Fuck my mouth, darling. Make me take it." I began to thrust again; she gagged again, but kept pulling me forward, nodding slightly. Her eyes were tightly shut as she choked a bit but kept wanting more. She pulled off for a deep breath. "Yes, Benjy. Do it. Force me! Make me take it all in. I want to deep throat you." I began to thrust again. Her eyes were tearing, but she took it and took it. I could feel the thick head lodging into the back of her mouth, between her tonsils. Her stomach lurched each time.

Her hands held my hips tightly, nails digging in, as she tried to force her throat around the head. It slipped in a little ways; the feeling was incredible, tight and moving. She backed off a bit and tried again. The same amount slipped in again. Her throat swallowing was like a perfect massage on the head. 

"Do it! Do it! Force me!" she cried out, taking another gasping breath. She glanced up with a determined look that told me she wasn't kidding. I cradled her head tightly as she gazed up into my eyes. I slowly slid all the way in again, feeling to tight constriction of her throat. Her eyes never wavered as I took firm hold of her head, and began to push, hard. I felt her throat muscles give way and I slipped in deeply. Mom's eyes rolled back and her stomach lurched heavily, but she just held on for dear life and took it all the way in!

Buried to the hilt, her nose in my stomach, I worked my hips gently and fucked her throat with a movement of a couple of inches. It was the most incredible sensation. Her hands tried to push me back a bit, but I held on and fucked her throat a bit more. 

"Oh god, mom! Yeah! Suck it! Swallow that cock!" I was crying out. "Take it all."

Finally she pushed hard and got me out of her mouth, gasping and coughing. I suddenly felt terrible about abusing my mother in this way. 

"God Mom. I'm so ss... " I was about to apologize for the abuse.

"No!" She cried out. "No!! Again. Do it again! Sweet cock!" She worked her mouth down over the head again. For a brief second I was shocked into stillness, but then grabbed her head and rammed it into her throat again. Mom made a frighteningly sexy coughing noise as it cut off her wind, but she took it again perfectly. I jammed it in and out of her throat a few times and repeated my withdrawal. She would gasp for breath and then beg for it again. 

We continued like that for about 5 or 6 more times before I began to shoot deeply into her throat. Her eyes were streaming tears and she was beet red in the face as she suffocated, but she just held on for a moment longer, allowing me to flood her with my cum. On the verge of passing out she withdrew my length, leaned into me and, cradling my cock against her face, panted and coughed a bit. I was reeling, about to collapse, but was completely dazzled by what had just taken place. 

I finally reached down, pulled her to her feet and then wrapping my arms around her, pulled her up and onto me, her legs going around my waist. Her head fell against my shoulder and she caught her breath. I turned her so that she was in the spray of the shower and simply held her there. Her lovely round bottom was in my hands and her full lips caressed the top of my softening penis. We stayed like that for a while, both of us panting hard. 

"Fuck!" I finally managed. "Holy fuck!" Mom raised her face and looked into mine with a growing smile. I opened my mouth to speak but no words came.

"Holy fuck is right." She said with a giggle. "I did it." She then hugged me hard! "I did it, baby. I took it all!"

"Yes you did!" I assured her. "That was... fucking unbelievable!!" She just nuzzled into me and hummed happily.

I finally set her down on wobbly legs and she leaned into the hard spray of hot water. I relapsed into my amazed self, at the simple fact of being nude in the shower with my mother; not to mention what had just happened. Just the shared nudity was enough to start me up again. I gazed at her nude shape for a moment and then wrapped my arms around her body, holding her tightly. 

"I love you so much." I whispered into her shoulder. Her hands gripped my arms and she moaned her agreement. "Oh mom, I love you so much."

She turned and we kissed, long and deep. Then she shut off the water and we got out and dried ourselves and each other. Not another word was spoken as we made our way through the habits of after-shower activities and then she took my hand and led me slowly to her big bed. I trailed along watching her nude body move as she pulled me by the hand. She gave a heavy tug and the bedclothes flew back. I had spent a lifetime seeing my mother, sometimes actually watching her, but now the experience of her being so comfortably nude with me was beyond thrilling.

She sat on the bed and took my hands in hers. "Come. Lay down with me." she whispered. I climbed in and lay down next to her. She rolled me away from her and spooned up behind me, arm reaching around to stroke my chest. "My baby." She cooed. "My sweet, sweet, darling baby. I love you so much." We snuggled our naked bodies together. I reached around and pulled her thigh up over my leg, stroking it gently. "My Benjy. My son, my beautiful manly son. My darling. My lover." She fell silent for awhile. "You are mine now." She whispered. "And I am yours. More than a husband, you are my life now. I give myself to you completely, darling. Will you do the same for me?" 

"I will." I told her. "I do." Her grip tightened. "I am yours and yours alone, forever. All that I am... all I ever will be... is completely for you." I held her hand against my chest and gripped her thigh over mine, as I felt her gently sobbing into my back. "Shhhhhhh." I soothed. "Shhhhhhh. I got you. I'm right here for you. I got you." An emotional dam had broken in her and released a gush of pent up emotions. Her body lurched softly with her sobbing. I simply held her to me. After the long while I could hear the rhythm of her sleeping. I nodded off shortly thereafter. 

I was suddenly awakened by her body lurching in a dream. I was a bit chilly and pulled the covers over us. She rolled onto her back and remained asleep. I turned to face her and just reveled in the sight of my mother's nude breasts, gently rising and falling as she slept. Her nipples were still a bit erect, perfect nubs rising above her areolas. There was a fine bit of hair that was backlit by the faint light from the bathroom. I studied the freckles, the shape, the placement of her breasts, as if the spell might be broken at any time and I might not ever see them again. 

Slowly I pulled the covers down off her exquisite body, a tiny bit at a time; exploring every inch with my eyes. Her ribs were pronounced a bit, at least the first 4 that I could make out. They rose and fell slightly. Her waist was beautifully shaped as if an hourglass had been used as the model for her. Her belly was flat and taut, her navel cute and tight. Her hips bones rose up on either side, creating a lovely gentle valley between them. Slowly, slowly I eased the sheet down exposing the tiny bit of downy soft hair, low on her tummy. Her pubic mound rose enticingly from the flat of her belly, capped with this nice soft hair. I yearned to kiss it, to rub my face in it. 

One leg was laying straight out, while the other was splayed open as she slept. I eased the sheet down until her pussy came fully into my view; absolutely lovely. Her swollen outer labia were a deep pinkish color. Her lighter colored inner lips were peeking slightly, her clitoris just visible between them. The skin looked so soft. Smooth as silk and ready for my kisses. I could smell her aroma. It was heady. My cock was pounding now. I imagined what it would look like when I spread her open with the thickness of my penis. Gently, slowly in leaned down and kissed her mound. She stirred slightly. I kissed it again and then slowly snaked my tongue over the hood and over her clit. Mmmmmm that taste!! It slithered lower between her lips.

Her hand gently found my face and pulled me away. "Mmmmmm darling, yes!" she cooed, still half asleep. "I felt your tongue on me." I told her that she had. "Did you taste Mommy? Did you get a taste of Mommy's pussy?" I said that I had. 

"May I lick you some more?" I asked. 

"Oh sweetheart, darling. You will. I promise you will. But not right yet. I still want to wait. I don't know why." I looked up into her sleepy, smiling eyes. "Benjy Darling, you are going to eat my pussy a lot! All the time. Every fucking day. I can barely stand to wait anymore. I am dying to give it to you. Give it all to you. To feel your lips, your tongue, your fingers in me, but not quite yet." We shared a long look. "I'm sorry sweetheart." I smiled.

"We've got all the time in the world." I told her. Her smile turned wistful. 

"That is what I've been thinking... until lately." Her smiled faded. "Your father used to say that, 'All the time in the world'." She was distant now, thoughtful. "We don't really know though."

I moved up on my elbows to see her better. Her sadness had returned. "There is no way to know how much time we might have, you and I. I think that's why my mind has changed, over this idea of... being together... completely." We shared a long gaze. "Benjy... sweetheart... I want you to have me, to eat me, to fuck me, to take all possible pleasure from my body. I am yours." I smiled, she remained serious. "I have resigned myself to being the kind of terrible mother that lets her son have her body, to use however he wants, to live a life of complete incest. You and me, together completely in that way. I just need a bit of time to prepare, emotionally."




Backscratch Ch. 04



I was trembling with this revelation. "When I am completely ready darling, we will both enjoy and fruits of our lovemaking so fully, that we will fuck all the time. We will be lovers in a way most married couples are not. We are completely... utterly in love." We both smiled at this. "I am very near to being ready to give myself to you, but need a bit more time, to be 100%."

"That is perfectly fine." I told her. "I would not want it any other way."

We shared a long loving look. "May I do one thing, though?" I asked her. She gave a questioning look. "May I kiss your nipple?"

"Mmmmmmmm, sweetheart... yes! Come baby, kiss my nipple. Suck on Mommy's titties."

I moved up a bit and gently took the hardening nubbin into my mouth. "Mmmmmmm!!" she moaned at the contact. "Yes baby! You were always so good at making mommy feel sexy by doing this. From the moment you were born you loved my titties." Her hand stroked my head as I suckled and licked. "I'm going to play with my pussy, just like when you were a baby."

She cooed and moaned as I sucked and licked, playing with both her tits. She came quickly, hissing through her clenched teeth that it was so good. She then brought her fingers to my lips and I took them like grapes. The taste of her was intoxicating. I felt drunk. My cock was aching as my hips worked it against her thigh. 

"Oh Benjy. My sweet baby boy. Your cock is going to fill me so deeply. It's been so long. It may even be too big for me at first. You'll have to start slowly and gently with Mommy. Ease that fat cock so gently into your mother's tight little vagina." We were gazing into each other as I stuck out my tongue and lashed her nipple. "Mmmm yes. If I can deep throat your huge cock though, I'm sure I'll be able to get you in me. My sweet baby boy. It was hard work, but I loved giving birth to you. Having you emerge from my pussy, into life. Now as my studly, grown up son, I want you to return into my pussy."

I moved up and we kissed passionately. Her hand found my cock and mine held her breast. "Mmmmmm." She moaned into my mouth, out tongues gently dancing. "Oh Benjy! You have such an amazing cock, darling. It is so big! Thick and long. Hard and so beautiful!!"

She rolled me onto my back and climbed onto me, straddling my hips. "I want you so bad baby!" she reached down and pulled my cock up between us. She settled her pussy lips over the shaft, soaking me. "Oh yes! Feel my pussy darling. You have me so wet!!" she began to rock her hips, stroking over my cock. My hands went to her hips guiding, pulling. The head of my cock was bumping her clit. She hissed at the sensation. She grabbed my hands and moved them to her tits. They fit so perfectly, her nipples between my fingers. 

"Oh my sweet darling!" she moaned loudly. "You huge cock is going to give me so much pleasure! It already does!!" She put one hand on my chest and reached around to tickle my balls with the other. "Benjy! Your cock! Mmmmm! My son has the biggest fucking cock! Ohhhh make me cum! Yes sweetie! Make me cum.!" Her head fell back and her hips became a blur as she rode me to an orgasm. I was startled when she gushed fluid all over me. "Ohhh!" she squeaked as she soaked me. 

Time began to stand still again, in super slo-mo, as it sometimes did when things were super intense. I looked up into her shocked expression. My stomach and balls were soaked with her wetness. Her eyes told me that she had never done this before. "Oh baby." She said alarmed. "I'm so sorry... I just... I've never... ". I was grinning like an imbecile. "I'm sorry I lost control... "

"Please don't be." I gasped. "That was so fucking hot!" 

"Was that a... What the hell?" she asked as she slowly came to a stop on me, panting. She raised up a bit to look down at the mess she'd made. I was so close that I grabbed her hips and began to move her again, everything moving at ¼ speed. 

"Don't stop! I'm so close... " Her shocked expression never left, as she looked down to see me start to ejaculate. My cock was just peeking out from under her as the spurts flew out onto my stomach. Everything was really slowed down now. Her breasts were bouncing gently as she moved, nipples erect. She reached down to collect my spurting cum with her hand, squirt after squirt. She then slowly brought her hand to her mouth. I watched in super slo-mo as her eyes took in the palm-ful of my cream, then slid from her hand up to my eyes, as she licked the cum from her palm. Her eyes were smiling at the taste of me. As if retreating into a dark tunnel everything went black.

"Ben." The sound was like it came across an open field on a windy day. I almost didn't hear it. "Ben, baby." It almost sounded like Mom. 'Wait', I thought, 'that is Mom. Isn't it'. "Benjy, darling". There it was again. The 'darling' moniker, brought me more awake. The thought that Mom had just started calling me 'darling' washed through my addled mind. She only called her lover 'darling'. 

"Lover." I heard myself moan. 

"Yes, baby?" Mom responded. My eyes opened. "There you are. You're back" I looked into Mom's slightly panicked eyes. "Wow." She said. "You really give it your all."

It took a second to recall where I was and what was up. Mom was kneeling beside the bed. I was laying in her bed. I was naked. Mom stood up, revealing that she too was naked. It suddenly came flashing back to me what we had just done. 

"Did I pass out."

"I think so." she said, holding the washcloth that she had been swabbing my head with. I took in the beauty of her nude form. She smiled a sly, wicked smile. "You always look at me as if seeing me nude for the first time." I grinned a bit.

"I always feel like I'm seeing you nude for the first time. It is like a new thrill every single time."

"Mmmmmmmm I like that." She grinned. " You like?" she said, sitting up oin her heels and turning a bit. 

"I love!"

I was taking in every inch of Mom's nude figure. Her back, her breasts, her shoulders, legs, cute round bottom; the dimples above her tight butt; the defining lines of the muscles in her quads. She was exquisite. She smiled at my attention and then her eyes flicked to my sleepy penis laying across my thigh. She shook herself a bit and then headed for the bathroom. I lay there listening to her urinating just out of eyesight, but she didn't bother to close the door. I glanced at the clock wondering the time, as I was actually quite hungry. I was shocked to find it was 10:45. Mom strolled out of the bathroom wearing a light silk kimono, hanging completely open in front. 

"Hungry?" she asked. She looked like she was. 

"It's almost 11." I told her shocked at the time. She was casual about it.

"So?" she asked. "Hungry?" she repeated the question. I told her that I was. "Normal time means nothing to us." She had a slight smile at the corners of her mouth. "We live apart remember?" 

"Well, let's eat then." I got up was heading for my room to get some pants, when she stopped me. She pulled me to her closet. 

"Wear these." She told me handing me a pair of pants that were made of the lightest, most gossamer fabric I've ever felt. You could see through the weave of the fabric. I looked to her then to the pants, shrugged a bit and slipped into them. They did nothing to support, or even conceal my junk. In fact there was kind of an obscene sway of my cock through the front of them. She stuck her thumb in her mouth and grinned. "Yes." She said, taking in the view of my cock through the fabric. "Yes."

She slipped into a thong so tiny it barely concealed her lips. I could see her hair, it was so sheer. She didn't bother tying the robe either. It fluttered to the sides as she headed for the kitchen. We both set about making some dinner, chicken and rice with a lovely Saudi spice combination, my father had introduced us to years before, upon return from a business trip there. Baharat was composed of a varied blend of unusual spices, which created a taste so unique we all fell in love with it. 

Mom made the rice; I made a salad. "Mrs. Conner is such a busy body." Mom suddenly stated. Confused, I turned towards Mom and noted that she was standing at the sink, in profile to the neighbor's house. The Conner's house was dark, save for the bathroom light upstairs. I could just make out the window from where I stood and noticed a slight movement there. The window wasn't brightly lit, but there was enough light to just make a shape standing there looking down at Mom. "Is she watching?" Mom asked, feigning ignorance. I told her that I thought someone was. 

"Well, Kenneth goes to bed around 9:30, so it wouldn't be him." I was suddenly curious about how Mom would know such details about the neighbors, but remembered that we had lived next door to them most of my life. "Come kiss me." Mom told me. I was taken aback, in light of the neighbor watching. I hesitated only a moment and then went over to stand face to face with Mom. Mom shrugged off the robe and stood there topless. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me close to her and we kissed long as deep. Mom turned me slightly so that I could look up into the neighbor's window."Is she still there?" Mom asked, into my mouth. I nodded. 

Audrey Conner had always struck me as a fairly conservative, soccer mom type, whose youngest boy had been about 3 years older than me. As kids we all played together, but in school he always acted distant; the older boy. Mrs. Conner used to be really cute, very petite and bouncy, but over the years had grown quieter and less fit, though still attractive. From my vantage I could clearly see her watching us. 

Mom drew us back from the sink, so that we were more in Mrs. Conner's line of sight then we had been at the sink. "She wants to watch? Fine." Mom muttered under her breath. Mom moved to the side, being aware of the unobstructed view she was affording to our neighbor. She kissed my neck and stroked my chest. Her hand wandered down over the front of my thin pants, causing my erection to grow even fuller. "I love what a young stud you are." She whispered. "Your sweet cock is always ready for me." 

If I bent my head just so, I could strain my eyes upward and still see Mrs. Conner in the window. She had actually moved a tiny bit closer, into view. Mom slipped her fingers into the waistband of my pants and sent them drifting, weightless, to the floor. She cupped my balls and stroked my cock. Shortly, she dropped to her knees and began kissing my length from the side, using her tongue to cradle my heavy shaft from the side. She then slowly turned me until my cock was profile to our neighbor. She took it deeply into her mouth. 

I became less interested in watching Mrs. Conner, and more interested in watching Mom's lips pursed around my thick shaft, as it slipped in and out. I imagined the perfect side view that Mrs. Conner had, if she was still watching. I turned a bit and looked and she was now right squarely in the window. Mom turned to the side again licking up and down my cock, which pointed her face directly at the neighbor's house. I noticed Mom's eyes moving to stare at the house next door. I glanced over to see that Mrs. Conner and Mom were now sharing a look. 

Suddenly Mom moved clear of me and stuck her tongue out at our neighbor, and then went back to sucking me deeply. I turned to look and noticed that the window was now dark; Mrs. Conner scared away by being found out. I wondered who should have been more bashful, the voyeur or the incestuous exhibitionist. 

Having dealt with the peeping Tom, or peeping Audrey, Mom took me deep into her esophagus one last time, lifted my pants up for me, and stood again to continue with dinner. She kissed my ear, swirled her tongue through it and then whispered,

"Mommy loves that sweet mouthful of her son's thick cock." She went back to the sink. "Poor Audrey!" she giggled. "Probably gave her a heart attack."

We ate dinner leisurely and then showered again, without the passionate interaction, as it was really late now. We dried off, brushed our teeth and then slipped nude into Mom's bed; our bed. We kissed a while and fondled each other some more, but then drifted off into a heavy sleep. 

I was awakened by Mr. Conner's car starting next door. It was 5:30. Mom seemed dead to the world. I had to pee, and did so as quietly as possible and as I returned to bed, was suddenly struck by the need to see her nude again. I was dying to visually explore Mom's pussy again. I noted that since beginning our shopping trip yesterday, my cock had not returned to its normal, non-aroused size. It wasn't exactly hard, just thick and heavy, as if ready to spring forth any second. 

I repeated the slow revealing of Mom's body as I had done the night before. Mom was now sleeping on her side, but with her leg drawn up so far that her pretty pussy was exposed from the side. I got down on my knees next to the bed and realized that I could reach her with my mouth easily. I was worried about pushing the envelope too quickly, but was absolutely mad for a real taste of her feminine sex. I leaned over the bed and kissed her hip and bottom softly. She didn't stir. I kissed the exposed thigh that was straight out. From this vantage I was maybe 2 or 3 inches from her smooth labia. 

Very gently I leaned in and touched my lips to her lips. They were so warm and soft. I drew back to look again and watched as a very subtle change began. I kissed them again, with slightly more pressure. Looking again I noted a slight swelling. My third kiss elicited a small sighing sound from Mom as she dozed. On my forth trip, to the fount of my dreams, I snaked my tongue out and tasted the warm saltiness of her flesh. The outer labia, that had been slightly stuck together, separated, revealing her inner lips and clit. I noticed that she was breathing a bit more deeply, now. 

Having watched earlier, enchanted, as she fingered herself on the beach, I now knew the point of entrance to her vagina. I reveled in the fact that this was the first real pussy I had ever come in contact with; a real one, a mature one, my mother's. I then flashed on the thought that this wasn't true, I had had contact with this very same pussy before; on the day I was born 20 years ago. I must have had very intimate contact with this pussy. Every part of my infant body had come in close contact with this vagina, slipping through. The image of that thought boggled my mind; what a miraculous thing is pussy.

I leaned down and, placing my open mouth over her pussy lips, gently thrust my tongue into my mother. Her vagina barely yielded, tight around my rigid tongue as I tasted the inside of her for the very first time. Mom moaned and began to move. My hands found both her thighs and held her in position. 

"Mmmmmm baby." Came a very sleepy, happy sounding moan from out of eyesight. I worked my tongue a tiny bit more aggressively now. "Mmmmmm Benjy? Are you licking me?" she asked, sounding a bit surprised, but not alarmed. "Benjy, no. You mustn't. This is too far." She still sounded sleepy, but now she sounded a tiny bit alarmed, and tried harder to move away. I held tighter and fucked Mom's pussy with my tongue.

"Baby, no." she said with a bit more insistence. The feeling of her sweet vagina tightly around my tongue was so exquisite. I imagined how it would feel around my cock. Nothing had ever felt as soft and warm and inviting. Mom was forcefully closing her legs onto my head which eventually pushed my face out of her crotch. "Sweetheart please... " she begged. She moved to grab me and pull me up to her. "Oh Benjy darling... " I allowed her to pull me into a passionate kiss. 

"Oh sweetheart. Oh, your tongue. Oh my god!" she cooed as she kissed me hard, a bit too hard; my lips hurt. Taking my face in her hands she stared hard into my eyes. "We talked about this. If I let you eat my pussy, I will never be able to stop myself from letting you fuck me." she told me earnestly. She looked like she was barely hanging on with every fiber of her being, not to plunge into the abyss of sexual abandon. I think she saw the hurt in my eyes.

"But you've gone down on me... " I began to complain, like a petulant child. She closed her eyes and shook her head. I felt a bit foolish in my argument. She was genuinely trying to prevent our collapse into what she believed might be eternal damnation. 

"I'm sorry." I told her. "I wasn't thinking." Her wet eyes came open and took in my honest concern. We kissed again, softer, more loving. She brought my forehead to hers. 

"Oh baby, my sweet, sweet boy." She cooed. "What have I done?" she asked, more to herself. "What's to become of us?" She was thoughtful for awhile. "Our naughty little playfulness has taken us too far down a bad path, I fear." I simply held her and waited. She always seemed to work things out for us in her own mind. "I may have ruined us both... forever."

I lifted her face to mine and kissed her. She tasted salty from the tears on her face. Our tongues gently consoled each other. I then hugged her tightly to me. 

"There is no ruination here. No damnation, no permanent, eternal damage to our souls." She said nothing, but listened. "If... love IS the answer, then... let it go. Let love be the answer." She still remained motionless. "I love you so much!" her arms around me tightened a bit. "We have each other. We want each other. We love each other." I pulled her face up to look into her eyes. "We have and want each other, our hearts, our minds," I glanced down at her nude form, "... our bodies." Mom's eyes remained locked on mine. 

"Please," I continued, "let's not beat ourselves up over the sexual desire we feel for each other. We... " I emphasized the word, "WE... are all WE have left. We need to be everything for each other. I'm not saying this out of some perverted, incestuous, desire to fuck my own mother. I love you! With everything that I am, with every part of my heart and soul... every part of my body! I want you completely." Her eyes misted over a bit again, mine did too. "Let's give ourselves to each other completely. For support, for help... for salvation of our shattered hearts. This includes complete love. Sexual love. The complete fulfillment of our mutual desire to feel my cock deep inside your beautiful pussy; absolutely complete!!"

We shared a long look. I watched as tears gently rolled down her cheeks. A faint smile flashed across the corners of her mouth. She nodded almost imperceptibly. 

"I love you so much Benjamin." She whispered. We kissed. Softly, lingering. It felt like non-verbal communication of her assent to my suggestion. Again she brought our foreheads together. "Yes." She whispered to me. "Yes. You are my lover. In all ways, we WILL be lovers. We will do as our minds, hearts... and bodies desire. I do want you in me. So very, very much. You will be in me. I will take your strength, your passion, your love into me, into my body".

After a long calm embrace her eyes came to mine. There was a slight glint in her eye. "We have crossed the line... my lovely, loving son. We are agreed. We will be complete lovers. I will take your beautiful, hard, long, thick, love into my body. Into my warm, wet, tight, sweet love. You will fuck me... and eat me, and pleasure me in all ways. Your sweet loving cock in my tight pussy will help us to heal and bring us closer."

Her entire being seemed to slacken with relief. We had crossed the final barrier, mentally at least. All that remained was the deed itself. I realized that my cock was erect, not powerfully like usual, but definitely up and ready. What was stunning to realize was that my heart was far more powerfully erect than my cock. In this embrace, with the decision taken to become true lovers, my heart, my soul even, was the organ that was most passionately erect; more ready to fuck than my penis. 




Backscratch Ch. 04



I glanced at the window; it was still dark outside. We were both exhausted from the late night and the emotional outpouring. Mom continued to slump against me. I moved her around and back into bed and spooned up behind her, pulling up the covers. Mom reached behind her and found my erection. Instead of guiding me against her back, she moved my shaft until it was pressed against her wetness, then brought my hand around to cup her breast. 

"Mmmmm. My sweet lover." She whispered. "My handsome lover boy." We were both asleep in no time. 

I had a dream of hiking in the Arizona wilderness. I reached the edge of a sandstone cliff. Below me, far below, was a meandering river. The banks of the river seemed to undulate. In fact the entire valley was a gently heaving mass. The sandstone looked like warm human flesh in the slanting afternoon sun. As I watched the river valley began to change shape, taking on a distinctly human appearance. The valley had become an image of Mom's pussy. A small forest lay at the upper reaches of the valley but the sidewalls were devoid of brush and smooth. At the bottom, the river flowed into an inviting pool, far below. I realized that I was nude and with a graceful leap I dive into the pool. The sensation of slipping into the pool was heavenly, warm water, smooth fleshy walls. I remained in a perfect diving position as the walls caressed me everywhere. There was a deep rumbling sound. I reveled in the smoothness, the warmth. The sounded repeated and then repeated again.

"Ben". The sound was my name. "Ben." There it was again. "Benjy". Benjy? I thought. No one calls me that but... 

I awoke with a start. "Benjy? You awake?" It was Mom. She was squeezing my hand around her breast. I mumbled something, sleepily. "Benjy, baby."

"Yeeesssss." I mumbled into her smooth back. 

"I think I'm ready." She whispered.

"Ready for what?" I mumbled, incoherently. There was a long pause.

"Ready for your lips on my pussy."

I shot awake in a rush, rising up on my elbow, looking over into her upturned face. She was smiling shyly. We shared a long look. She then rolled towards me onto her back. I took in the ever-thrilling image of my mother, laying next to me, completely nude. Perfect bare breasts, pronounced ribs, flat tummy and tiny tuft of sweet pussy hair, topping a swollen mound. The sheets were down around mid-thigh giving me an unobstructed view of her body.

"Good morning, gorgeous." I told her, my hand gently cupping her breast.

"Good morning... lover." She countered. My body shuddered uncontrollably, with the recollection of our discussion and the decisions taken. "I think I'm ready." She whispered again. I looked down and she slowly opened her right leg, creating room for me. Her eyes never left me as her right hand moved down to gently toy with her tiny puffball of hair. She used 2 fingers to spread her lips, pulling then back to extend her clitoris upward. "Your tongue felt so good in me this morning." She cooed. "Will you be a sweet love... " she asked. "Will you be my wonderful loving son and eat your mother's pussy good morning?" she purred. I dragged my eyes back to hers. 

" It would be my most incredible pleasure." I told her and then kissed her deeply. 

We French kissed deep and long. Mom moaned loudly throughout. "Mmmm. Your tongue!" she moaned into my mouth. "I love you tongue."

"Mmmm. I hope you will. When I use it to lick and taste you." Her head fell back, eyes closed. She was on fire, shaking slightly. "Yeah? Will you enjoy that?" I asked her. "Letting me lick you all over, suck on you? Taste you?" she was nodding, head back, eyes closed. "I want to fuck your sweet wet pussy with my tongue."

"Oh yes!!" She cried out. "Yes darling! Fuck my pussy with your tongue! Suck my clit and make me cum! What a good son you are! What a loving darling son. Eat your mother, sweetheart!" Her eyes came up to mine. They looked like there was a bonfire in there somewhere. "Eat Mommy's pussy!"

I got up on my knees between Mom's sexy thighs, my cock sticking up and out. She was spread wide open for me, panting. Her nipples were in her fingers and she tugged them painfully. Time slowed again for me. I took in the incredible sight of my mother, nude in her bed, spreading her legs wide apart, exposing her most intimate region, ready, finally, finally ready to let me take her completely. Her pussy lips were wide open, the pink inner lips as well, exposing the tight little opening to her vagina. All of it glistened in the faint morning light, just beginning to filter through a gap in her drapes. 

I lay down on my stomach, arranging my cock comfortably. Mere inches from my mouth was the object of my desire for so many years, open, ready, willing, all for me. Her scent was heady. She was so wet. I leaned in slowly and kissed her lips. They wrapped around my mouth a bit, warm and wet. My nose was against her clit. She cried out at the contact, head thrown back. I snaked my tongue out and directly into her vagina. I was intoxicated immediately. This was a taste I wanted to enjoy forever more; my mother's sweet pussy. 

I spent a long time gently exploring and tasting, literally drinking from the well of her excited vagina. Most of the time she lay there, cooing and moaning, letting me take my time to enjoy the sensation of eating her out. Her fingers would scratch over my scalp, the way she would scratch my back. Occasionally her hips would lunge up, when I found a sweet spot; there were many.

"Mmmmmm yes sweetie, lick right there." She would encourage, or she would caution against too much pressure or suction, "Ooooh easy, sweetheart. I love that, but gently now. Mmmmm yessssss!!" I couple of times she would raise up and bring her fingers down to teach me. "Right her baby. This is my clit, and this, the hood above it, is very sensitive. Lick right here. Oooooh yeah, baby!! Yesssssss lover!" she would exclaim, dropping her head back down. 

Three times she let me know that she was close, then, that she was cumming. Her hips would pump and raise up, she would pull my face tightly into her, mashing my nose into her wetness. She held my head and pumped her hips so that my outstretched tongue slipped over her perineum. I continued downward on my own to lick over her anus. "Oooh baby!!" she looked up into my eyes. "Yeah? Is that okay?" she would ask. My smiling eyes and nodding told that her that I was loving it. I could immediately tell that she loved the fact that I was loving it. "Mmmmm, my beautiful, naughty boy! My sweet, loving son! You're licking my bottom, baby." I smiled and nodded again. "Yeah? You like eating mommy's bottom?" I nodded, not wanting to break the contact. 

I pointed my tongue and prodded her anus. "Ooooh sweetie! Yessss!" she gasped loudly, then she whispered, "Eat my... ass baby." She seemed shy at first to use that word, but when I kept at it, she used it again. "Oh Benjy, sweetheart, lover! Eat my ass darling." I did. "Oh yes! Oh fuck! Oh fuck, baby!" Her head slowly dropped back onto the bed as her hips squirmed. "Oh yes! Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum! Oh fuck! You're gonna make me cum sweetheart!" she panted.

She made a painful sound and pushed her ass into my face. I was immediately sprayed with fluid, which caught me right in my open eyes, and went straight up my nose. I didn't stop though; I was possessed with watching my mother lose all control!! I thought that maybe she had peed on me, out of a complete loss of control of her bladder, but recalled in that slow-motion-replay kind of way, that the jet of warm fluid had not come from her urethra, which she had located for me during her intimate anatomy lesson. I recognized that it had come from her vagina. I was at a loss for how she could shoot cum the way I did, but was otherwise too engaged to ask at the moment. 

It was a long moment of thrashing wildly before she regained enough composure to be concerned about spraying me in the face. "Oh baby! Oh sweetheart, darling! I'm so sorry about squirting on you!" she was moving to sit up even though I had her hips in a death grip. We struggled against each other for a minute. Finally she broke and scooted up into a sitting position, deep concern on her face. For my part I remained where I was, a wide goofy grin on my face. "Are you okay sweetheart baby?" she asked still filled with concern. 

"Mmmmmm." I moaned licking my lips. "That... was... fucking... awesome!!" I whispered. She remained concerned. We shared a long look wherein she realized that not only was I fine, but had enjoyed the experience like nothing else in my entire life!! Her look softened a bit, then a slight smile crept onto her lips. 

"So... you're okay?" she asked again.

"Fffffuuuuuuu... cccccckkkkkkk!!" I hissed. "I am so in love with you!" Her smile grew. "That was so fucking awesome!" She then did the thing that drives me craziest, which was to stick her thumb in her mouth and she began to giggle. "I am so in love with you, Mom!" I told her with increased seriousness. 

She clamored around to get onto me and kissed me so hard on the mouth. We were a frenzy of arms and legs and lips, entwining, trying to get closer and then even closer to each other, kissing frantically, madly. She kissed and licked my wet face, tasting herself on me. I took her sexy bottom in both hands and pulled her painfully against my cock; my balls were mashed but I didn't care. I wanted to meld our bodies completely!

I rolled her onto her back, laying between her thighs, and laid my heavy cock against her pussy lips. It was immediately soaked. As I began to thrust against her, she took on a serious look. She said nothing, but I knew she wasn't quite ready for me to fuck her. If I really wanted to in that moment, she would have taken me in her, but I knew she wasn't quite yet prepared for it. I thrust over and against her, pleasuring us both. She simply waited, letting me decide our immediate fate. 

"Oh Mom," I whispered into her ear, "I want to fill you so completely! I want to give you every inch of my cock, of my hot hard love. I want to fuck your sweet pussy, so lovingly, so deeply!" The full length of my cock continued to stroke over her. I pushed back to gaze into her eyes. We stared for a long moment. "But... not just yet." In a single look she communicated how much she appreciated my willingness, my self-control, and my ability to hold off a bit longer, that I had recognized her subtle signal that she wasn't quite there yet. She bit her lower lip, which began to tremble slightly. I watched as tears formed in her eyes, but they never left mine. Her eyes filled and then the tears slowly ran down either side of her face. 

I smiled gently at her, my hips coming to a standstill, as she quietly cried, eyes locked on mine. I read all of the desire, ache, loss, madness, helplessness, joy and fear that was in her at that moment. There was nothing I could say, nothing I could do beyond simply be right there, share in that moment. There was nothing more that needed to be done than simply stay so closely connected with her, emotionally. Slowly her hands came up to cradle my face, she brought our foreheads together, her eyes closed and her quiet weeping turned into forceful sobbing. I gathered her into my arms and held her tightly, her arms and legs squeezing me.

After a long period, her grip slackened and she fell asleep. I released her, covered her with the sheet and blanket. I pulled the drapes against the growing morning light, and stood, for a long time, watching her quietly sleeping. I was intoxicated with the fact that this was my mother, the woman that I had adored for all of my life, the one woman in all the world that I desired, who I had just made love with, explored in the most intimate way possible. Finally, hunger pulled me from my reverie and I went to make some breakfast. 

As I waited for the coffee to brew, I sat at the kitchen table, nude and slightly chilled, but completely switched on! I replayed, in glorious Techincolor slo-motion replay, the events of the past 24 hours. Mom's glorious nude body on the beach, sunlight glinting on the tiny crystals of sand on her thigh, that same sunlight backlighting the finest, downy hair on her skin. The way her breasts bounded as she ran on the sand and the sight of her hands gathering them tightly while she trotted on the beach. The image of her sexy thigh muscles and they flexed with her strides. The glimpse of her pussy lips as I drove home, the strobe of sunlight and shadow over them as the car moved. The glint in her eyes whenever she used the word 'naughty'. Her thumb in her mouth and she grinned like a schoolgirl, her head cocked questioningly. The incredible intensity in her eyes when she whispered, "I want my son to fuck my pussy." The look and feel of her breasts in my hands as I washed them in the shower; how hard her nipples were for me. The incredible look in her eyes, glued to mine, as I held her head, and pushed my cock all the way into her mouth in the shower; how her eyes had rolled back, her stomach lurching, as she took my cock all the way down; deep throating me.

The beep of the coffee maker brought me out of my remembrance. If that was the last 24 hours, what would the next look like? I made 2 bowls of plain yogurt with raisins and honey, made toast with jam and cut up some fruit for us, assembling it onto a tray to take to Mom in bed, when the phone rang. 

"Good morning. Benjamin?" The woman's voice asked brightly. I said it was. "Hi there. It's Myrna." I drew a blank. "From Naughty & Nice? The lingerie store you and your m... you and... your mother visited yesterday?" My recollection of the sexy pin-up model swam into my mind's eye. I remembered her big round tits and hourglass shape.

"Of course, Myrna. How are you this morning?"

"I'm very well, but could not get you two out of my head last night. How was the beach?" she asked in a voice loading with naughty suggestion.

I didn't recall telling her about going to the beach but we must have. "It was great. Perfect weather." I told her. She asked about whether Mom had some sexy suit or something more conservative. I faltered a bit before figuring 'what the hell' and told her that we had both been nude.

"Oh my goodness!" she breathed into the phone. "I... I just love how comfortable you two are with each other. You are such a sexy mother and son." I thanked her. "That is what kept me up all night, thinking about how exciting and intimate it must be for both of you." I said nothing but simply listened. "That is the aspect of your relationship that I wish I could photograph. I can't wait to get you two in front of my camera." I told her that I thought that might be fun. "What are you guys doing today?" she asked pointedly.

I told her that Mom was still asleep and that I was making breakfast in bed. "What a loving son you are." she told me. I related that we had no real plans for the day. I then heard Mom coming down the stairs behind me. She was wearing that sexy kimono again, but this time with no panties, obvious as she didn't tie the front closed. She gave me a questioning look as if to ask 'Who is that on the phone?' 

"Actually... Myrna... Mom just came downstairs." Mom's face broke into a bit of a naughty grin at that news. "Sure. Hang on, I'm sure she'd love to talk to you." I handed the phone over.

"Well good morning to you too." Mom said into the mouth piece. I went about completing breakfast as I listened to the one-sided conversation. "Oh I know, it is different, but... well I feel the same way. He is adorable!" Mom agreed, turning to me and winking. "Actually... " Mom paused, looking at me and sticking her thumb in her mouth, that way I love. "... he is... completely nude right now." Mom's eyes burned in reaction to whatever Myrna said. Mom giggled a bit. "Oh yeah! You should see this image. What a beautiful, young son I have. Mmm hmm. Oh yeah and growing as we speak!" 

Mom's eyes dropped to my cock which was pulsing its way to erection. "Oh yes!! I would love that! No nothing. Sure. Anytime. Well that works too!" she giggled. "See you then, sugar. Bye." Mom hung up the phone and sauntered over to me, taking me into her arms, our bare skin touching.

"So what's up with that?" I asked.

"Myrna, wants to come try a test shoot with us."

"When?' I asked.

"Now, I guess. She was going to grab her gear and come on over. I don't know who's more excited, she or me." Her eyes dropped to my hard cock again. "Or you?" Mom laughed happily. "She wants to spend some time... watch us together. Take a few photos." Mom kissed my mouth, wrapping her arms around me and our chests touching. "It makes me excited thinking about having her watch us be naughty together; kissing, touching... sucking." Mom gazed into my eyes dreamily. Her expression grew a bit serious. "Maybe she'll watch us... photograph us... " her voice drifted off for a second. With a very serious look, she said. "I want to let her watch us... fucking." A shiver wracked my entire body. I was feeling so faint. 

To be continued...



Backscratch Ch. 05



"Myrna, wants to come try a test shoot with us." Mom told me hanging up the telephone. 

I had been standing nude in the kitchen waiting for the coffee to brew as Mom slept upstairs. I was replaying every sexy moment from the night before, as I made us breakfast, and then the phone had rung. It was Myrna, the gal from the lingerie store. We chatted a bit until Mom came down and spoke with her, said her goodbyes and then told me that she wanted to photograph us.

"When?' I had asked.

"Now, I guess." Mom told me. She was on her way, planning to spend some time, watch us, take some photos. "It makes me excited thinking about having her watch us be naughty together; kissing, touching, ... sucking." Mom gazed into my eyes dreamily. Her expression grew a bit serious. "Maybe she'll watch us, ... photograph us, ..." her voice drifted off for a second. With a very serious look, she said. "I want to let her watch us, ... fucking." A shiver wracked my entire body. I was feeling so faint. 

I had to sit down as I was reminded of our conversations last night, about her decision to actually let me fuck her. Now my arousal was even amplified further by the thought that Myrna might watch us and take photos of my penis in my mother's vagina. Mom was chewing on the corner of her toast and she watched me with a naughty grin on her face. I think she knew exactly what I was thinking. 

"I know." She told me. "I'm thinking the same thing." I was startled.

"What am I thinking?" I challenged her. 

"That you would love to see a photo of your sweet, thick penis half buried in my swollen, wet vagina?" Her head cocked, wondering if she was right.

"Wow!" I told her. "You really do know what I'm thinking." Mom threw her head back and laughed, pulling her robe open further, exposing her bounding breasts as she laughed. "That is really weird, that is EXACTLY what I was thinking!"

We continued to eat and grin at each other, the cats that each ate their own canaries. My cock was bobbing in anticipation of a very fun morning. "Would you be a love, and shave my pussy for me, darling?" Mom asked, finishing her yogurt. "I want to see it completely bare, in all its glory, in the pictures." I quickly choked down the remainder of my breakfast and she led me to her bath. 

She ran a sinkful of warm water and then hopped up onto the counter, and the image of my mother opening her legs wide for me, to allow me access to her most private region, was knee-wobble inducing. I shaved the faintest shadow around her landing strip and then she leaned back a bit more, pulling one leg back and then the other, to allow me to get every faint hair from her sweet, swollen lips and around her anus. When I was done and she was completely rinsed, she reached down to feel the result. "Mmmmmm yes, baby. So nicely done." She moaned. "Right here ..." She indicated. "Right in here, is where your beautiful, hard, young cock, will squeeze tightly into me." She had used two fingers to pull her labia back and show me the opening into her tightness. Using her other finger she eased one inside. "Mmmmmm I can just imagine how beautiful that will be." 

I moved to give her a quick lick, but she noticed my intention and pushed me back. "Oh sweetheart, no! Not right now. I would cum in an instant from your sweet tongue. I want to wait for Myrna to watch." She hopped down off the sink and asked if I would like a touch up. I was unsure what she wanted, but utterly willing to do anything and everything for her. I took her place on the sink and she made quick work of shaving just a bit here and there, ensuring my shaft and balls were completely hairless. When I was rinsed, she took in a deep mouthful of my cock, swirling her tongue.

"Hey, no fair." I told her, not trying to stop her. She cocked her head, her mouth still full of my thick shaft and gazed up into my eyes, smiling. My mother looked incredible! She had always been so pretty, but now her features took on goddess-like qualities, as she simply held me deep and ran her tongue around my cock lewdly. Finally she withdrew me with a naughty slurp. "But my sweet darling," she mewed at me, "I love to suck my son's beautiful cock, ...."

We showered together briefly, and then dressed for the photo shoot. I was barefoot in jeans and a white dress shirt, un-tucked and unbuttoned a few buttons. Mom slipped some panties on, a tiny pair of black string bikini panties, high on her sexy hips, and then slithered into a dress that I had never seen before. It was a beautiful emerald print silk dress with straps so tiny they almost weren't visible, it was cut low in front, so that if she moved just so a lovely view of her breasts, and hard nipples, down the front was obvious. The sides of her breasts were exposed as the scoop in back began at her clavicle and ran down the sides and across her butt, low enough to show the top of her panties. It wafted softly at mid thigh, exposing her muscled quads as she moved. On her feet she pulled a pair of shiny black low pumps with peek-a-boo toes.

I watched her entranced as she fastened a tight tiny black choker at her throat and a collection of dainty gold bands at her left wrist. She checked herself in the mirror and then turned to face me fully. "How's that?" she asked, instantly grinning at my reaction. "You like?" she chuckled at my goofy smile and nod. Her eyes drifted to the erection in my pants, painfully obvious and simply painful. "You poor dear, I'll fix this shortly." She told me running her hand smoothly over the bulge as she passed me. "Come. Let's prepare."

I helped Mom strew candles about her bedroom, figuring we'd pull the drapes and light them later. We straightened up the room and then did the same in the living room. She had me fetch the champagne bucket from the top cupboard and fill it with the bottle and ice, grab 3 flutes and lay them out with a fruit plate by the Jacuzzi. I could tell her head was turning with ideas about what and where to shoot photos. I poured us some juice and we drank it, standing in the kitchen, gazing silently at each other, waiting for Myrna and quietly anticipating what was about to happen. My heart was pounding for the many minutes that we simply stood there. 

My heart began to beat even harder when we both heard the sound of a car pulling into the drive. Mom slowly close the space between us, kissed my lips softly and whispered in my ear. "Showtime." Was all she said. 

Myrna entered with her camera mounted to a tripod and she and Mom hugged and made small talk as she was given the 5 cent tour. Myrna kept looking over her shoulder at me as I simply followed, smiling as if she wanted to eat me for lunch. She was dressed to thrill in a tight charcoal pencil skirt, red high heels, and a blouse that was sheer enough to read through, not quite covering a shelf bra underneath, that left her large dark areolas and hard nipples completely uncovered. I was told to grab a few other cases and bags from her car as they sat on the couch to chat quietly. 

Their conversation stopped when I reentered. They simply smiled at me. "You two look so delicious!" she finally said, after a long pause. "Where shall we start?" She and Mom discussed the wonderful natural light outside, and Mom's idea to shoot in and around the Jacuzzi, but later. "I love your backyard." Myrna told us, "Why don't we just shoot some fun stuff out back for a bit, ... while you're still dressed." She added with a smirk. 

Our backyard is very deep, with some tall hedges on the side against the Conner's backyard. It was reminiscent of a garden in Tuscany. Many years before Dad had installed some sculptures and a fountain into an inset in the hedge. We would start there. 

"Maybe we can get a little naughty over by the herb garden." Mom said, indicating the raised beds where she grew her herbs, on the opposite side of the backyard. "In case Mrs. Conner wants to be nosy again." She added under her voice. My gaze flicked to the window in the neighbors house, where Audrey had been last night. 

Mom explained to Myrna what had transpired last night, to Myrna's complete delight. Myrna agreed that Mom was perhaps the naughtiest mommy she had ever met. 

"And the sexiest, I must say." They shared a look and then Mom slowly moved towards her and they kissed. It was a soft touching of the lips, but it lingered, leading me to believe that maybe this kiss would be explored more deeply later. "So, I'm not the only one that wants to watch you two." They both tittered like girls. "Possibly more interesting photo-ops." She said to no one in particular, but Mom's eyes briefly cast to the Conner's house. 

We took photos of us strolling hand in hand, Mom's head on my shoulder, us hugging, laughing, kissing. I picked her up and held her in my arms; her shoe daggling from a toe. I stood on a ledge with Mom standing in front of me. It was tall enough to place her face even with my crotch. She was looking to the side, with her cheek and inch from the obvious budge in my pants. Myrna then moved her a bit back so that, placed in the same way, looking the same direction she would be looking just past my hard cock. Mom brought her hand up and placed it on my hip, making the tableau a bit more intimate. She then slowly brought her hand closer and closer until her pinky finger was obviously touching my cock, even though she feigned not to notice. I then placed my hand on her shoulder, low enough to dip my fingertips into the top of her dress, contacting the top of her breast. 

Myrna then had her turn to face me a bit and I reached down to slip a finger into one of her tiny shoulder straps. We took a series of photos where I slowly pushed it off her shoulder. Once off, her the dress completely gave way and her entire breast was exposed to my eyes. I crouched down and she leaned back so that we could kiss, my hand finding the softly yielding swell of her bosom. Standing again, she stood facing me, breast exposed and gently cupped my aching erection, squeezing, releasing, squeezing again. 

We traded places so that I was below her, her dress now replaced demurely, until she leaned over me a bit, offering a lovely view down the front, exposing both breasts. She was looking off into the distance, as if not noticing the show she was giving me. We took a series of photos where I was either feigning not to notice, to stealing a glancing look, to completely ogling her perfect tits. I then grabbed her hips and lifted her into the air before gently settling her on the ground in front of me. As I did so her dress rode up a bit giving a cheeky view of the swell of her bottom. We then did a series of us making out from a gentle petting to a heavy groping of each other. 

Having exhausted this particular spot, we then moved to the herb garden. Myrna placed us in the best sun exposure, which put the Conner's house in the background. We did another complete set much like we had at the fountain. Myrna then took quite a while setting us up so that I was once again above Mom, my cock facing her and she in turn facing it. Myrna worked us in this position for a while. 

"You weren't kidding" Myrna finally said under her breath. We both looked to her confused. "Don't turn around, don't even make a move, but, ..." she whispered, pretending to work the camera's dials, "your Mrs. Conner is at her window again." We held still for a moment as Myrna slyly zoomed way in, casually panned over enough to view the peeping-Audrey and snap a few photos of her watching us. "Audrey is wearing her bathrobe, and ooooh!" Myrna whispered again, sharply. "It isn't tied in front."

"Are you getting photos of her like that?" I asked excitedly. Mom gave me a smiling, but accusing look. 

"Why, yes I am." Myrna said into her eyepiece, clicking away. "Very nice, lovely big breasts! What beautiful, ... large, ... dark nipples."

Myrna returned her gaze to us. "Maybe a bit of showtime?" she whispered. She returned to directing our movements. "Now, act like you're noticing your son's erection for the first time. Yeah. A hint of shock. No too much, just like 'Wow, he's hard.' Yeah surprised. Now a bit of interest, like 'Wow, he's big. Mmmm yeah. My son has such a big penis.' Yeah that's great." I was noticing Mom's head turning a bit so that she could clearly see my penis. I continued to look off into the distance, pretending not to notice her. 

"Now bring your hand up and gently touch it." Myrna continued. "Yeah, hesitate for a minute, this is your son, you can't touch his cock; his lovely, thick, hard, cock. Now, very softly, just cup it. Yeah! Now Benjamin, you notice that she knows. Yeah, you look down in shock. Not so obvious, gently, be sly. Yeah, head up but eyes down. You're really shocked, but excited! Your Mom is touching you!"

Myrna's direction was oddly matching my own thoughts at this point. Mom was now stroking me quite openly. Myrna, panned left for a moment to get more photos of Audrey in her window. "Oh my, ..." she murmured softly, "your Mrs. Conner is nude now." Mom shuddered slightly; I was thrilled that Myrna was getting photos of that. "Mmmm yes Mrs. Conner, pull on those sexy nipples." Myrna said, unheard to Mrs. Conner.

Refocusing on us Myrna continued her direction. "Alright Benjamin, you can look openly now. You're excited but nervous. Your mother is obviously caressing your hard cock through your pants. You love it but are nervous about letting her know that you know." I heard the continual imitation shutter sound from her digital camera. "Mmmm yeah, Jeanne. Stroke that hard cock. You love it don't you?"

"Yes I do." Mom moaned to her in response. "It is so beautiful!"

"I bet." Sighed Myrna. "I can't wait to see it." Myrna moved her position just a bit so that I wondered if Mrs. Conner might be in the background. "Now, Benjamin, I want you to watch your mother stroking you. Jeanne, just keep doing that yeah, show his size. Now gently touch your mother's head. Jeanne you look up to discover that he's caught you playing." Mom's eyes came up to mine. "Yeah! You are so busted! Stroking your own son's gorgeous hard cock! But you don't care. Smile at him. Lovely!" Myrna continued clicking. 

"Benjamin, now lean down and kiss your mother's lips." I did as I was told. "Oh yes! So soft. So loving." I noted Myrna zooming into the Conner's window again. "Oh yes, she loves it. Your neighbor is pulling her nipples and playing with her pussy." I was instantly dying to see these photos. "Jeanne, I want you to turn Benjamin towards you a bit. Yeah, a bit more. Perfect!" I was now completely profile to Audrey Conner. "Now gaze into your son's eyes and lovingly open his pants and withdraw his treasure, your prize, his wonderful big penis. 

Mom did as she was told, her eyes locked on mine, her smile angelic, yet wildly passionate. I felt rather than watched her open my pants. My lack of underwear made my cock instantly available to her. She withdrew me gently, letting the cool air sooth its incredible heat. 

"Now Jeanne, I want you to step back just a bit and slip the straps from your shoulders." She did. "Oh yes that is so lovely. You have the most beautiful breasts!" I silently agreed, eyeing them lustfully. "Cup them for your loving son, lift them display their beauty for him. He loves them!! Don't you Benjamin?" I stated that I did, very much. 

"Now Jeanne, show me, show us all, how much you love you son; how much you wish to give him pleasure; give him oral pleasure. Bathe his sweet cock with your tongue. Engulf his thickness in your mouth. Let him fuck your lips. Yeah! Do it Benjamin, take hold of her head. Gently baby, gently now. You adore this woman. Guide her on your cock, Feed her that sweet penis."

Mom was feasting on me now. Myrna muttered, "Benjamin, you really do have such an incredible penis, darling." I glanced to her, noting that she was not shooting this at the moment, simply watching; practically drooling. Mom agreed and then went back down, deeply. Myrna continued clicking away. I backed her up as I was about to shoot, but didn't want to yet. "Lean down and kiss your mother again." I did as I was told and we French kissed at length. 

Myrna then changed our position, though never moving us out of sight of Mrs. Conner, who I noted was still nude in her window. When I glanced up at her, she didn't even flinch. She stood, plainly visible and continued watching. Myrna had Mom bend at the waist and lean over, hands on the raised planter. I was to strip nude now and kneel behind her, hands on her rear. Mom's dress was casually flipped up over her hips, gathered at the waist. It was obvious from the camera angle that I was gazing straight into her pussy. Myrna snapped as I leaned slowly in and buried my face in her crotch. I couldn't resist licking her with a flat tongue, drinking her flowing wetness. Mom was now crazy turned on. 

Myrna was openly panning her camera up to the window to include the masturbating neighbor, who apparently knew, but didn't care anymore. I reached around to gently cup and stroke Mom's sexy tits, which drew praise from Myrna. Mom reached back to hold my head and draw me tighter into her. I moved up to lick her anus, which caused convulsions in her hips. Mom came hard and loudly, flowing sweet juice out of her pussy and into my mouth. 

Myrna then had us slowly, lovingly undress each other completely, then had me gather Mom into my arms and carry her across the back lawn and into the house. 

We took a brief break, getting chilled wine and a snack while Myrna changed her chip. Four Gigs had been filled in no time. A couple of times Myrna reached out to gently stroke my raging erection when she past me. I was dying to see her big round tits in the nude. She caught me staring openly, and then with a sly grin began to slowly remove her blouse as we both watched and then removed her bra. Her breasts were quite large, D-cup perhaps, but stood as if floating, lifted magically by some unseen force. 

"100%, completely natural." She stated proudly, gently taking them in her hands and caressing them. Her nipples looked ready to pop!

She led us to the bathroom and set us up in a scenario where Mom was in the bath and I happened upon her, hoping to use the shower. We were both nude and what started out as surprised reactions, turned into relaxed, sensuous acceptance at our predicament. Mom slowly exposed more of her nudity and I showered with the door open. We were obviously watching each other. 

I got out of the shower, dried off while she watched surreptitiously, and then offered to wash her back. I remained nude and quite aroused as I stroked my soapy hands over her back and then all over the rest of her. I rinsed her breasts and then suckled her nipples, while she laid her head back and caressed my head. 

She had me rinse Mom completely, help her up and out of the bath and then dry her, head to toe. I leaned in to kiss her sweet pussy as I knelt there drying her. Myrna was silent, simply watching and photographing our play as we did as we pleased. Mom held my head, thrust her hips forward lewdly, and guided my tongue around her pussy, helping me to give the maximum pleasure. Myrna recorded her loud orgasm and then the near fainting spell, wherein I lifted her back into my arms and carried her to the bed; her bed; our bed. I laid her into a pile of pillows and then crawled over her, kissing her mouth. Her hand found my cock. 

Almost on auto-pilot I moved to a position, kneeling between her legs, where my throbbing cock was suddenly lined up with her aching vagina.

"You two have done this before?" Myrna asked quietly. We both froze at the question. 

"We have not." Mom stated simply as I slowly shook my head. 

"So, ... Benjamin's penis, ... has never been in your beautiful vagina?" Myrna asked with increasingly aroused inflection. Mom shook her head. "Are you ready for that?" Mom and I gazed into each other's eyes, smiling slightly, as we nodded our heads in unison, slowly. "This will be a first then?" We continued to nod. "And I can watch?"




Backscratch Ch. 05



Mom's attention shifted to Myrna. "Yes, sweetheart. I want you to watch. It excites me to show my nude body to Benjamin, to let him see it, to feel it; to taste it. It excites me to have you here as well," She reached out a hand, which Myrna took gently. "to watch us; to photograph this, ... most important event, ... for us."

"It will be such a privilege and a thrill for me, darling." Myrna whispered. 

"I would love to see photographs of the first ever penetration of my, ... Mommy-pussy, ... by my own son's big hard cock!" Myrna practically swooned at the idea. 

Myrna quietly went about moving some lights around to make the perfect exposure of this momentous occasion. As I watched Myrna and her perfect, big tits move about the room, I slowly, casually, laid my cock over my mother's clit and stroked it gently back and forth. It was leaking profusely, which served to lubricate her even further. When Myrna was satisfied with the light, she moved into position. She adjusted her camera, turning off the shutter's clicking sound. The room was silent. Myrna then nodded to us that she was ready. 

"Oh Benjy, my sweetheart lover, my darling. It's time for you to take me. Make me your own." I was shaking like a leaf. "I have dreamed of this moment. Your thick, beautiful cock spreading me open, spearing me deeply, letting you fuck me." I shifted my hips and my cock dropped down a bit, the head slipping wetly between her lips. "Oh yes!" Mom whimpered. "You're almost there, darling. You're almost inside." 

I gathered Mom's ankles in my hands and opened her legs wide apart. Her arms were above her head, wide open, ready to be taken. I barely noticed Myrna moving about, getting as many angles as she could. 

"May I enter you Mother?" I asked quietly, eliciting a moan from both women. 

"Oh yes, my darling. You may. Enter me. Please."

Both my eyes and the camera lens watched entranced as the head of my cock nudged forward a bit. Mom's lips spread open around me just a bit, until just the ridge of the head was visible. I was actually doing it. My penis was inside my mother. I withdrew it slightly, surprised at the amount of lubrication that covered it. Mom was soaking me. 

I pressed it forward again, surprised at how much larger my cockhead looked than her opening. This time the entire head went into her. "Oh yes darling!" Mom gasped aloud. "You are so thick, baby! Such a big cock! Oh, I love your big cock!" I repeated this motion a few times, just filling her opening with the head and then removing it completely. I was straining my entire being to go slowly.

"Masterful." Myrna gasped. 

"Oh yes!" Mom agreed. "He is! He is, ... masterful!" she repeated. "He is my master!"

Mom hunched her hips, almost involuntarily, which pushed a bit more into her. "Oh yeah!" She groaned. "So fucking thick!" Her hands came up and held mine, which in turn held her ankles. She pulled a bit and her legs were opened farther. She was spread open for me. "Oh my sweet, sweet Benjy!! You're cock is so fucking thick!!!" Her hips continued to roll around like a stormy sea. "Oh baby! More! Give me more! I need more of you in me!!" I pushed another inch in. Her head fell back on the pillow and began to loll around a bit. I moved this tiny bit in and out for a moment then withdrew completely again. 

I was completely drunk on the power of controlling my mother's sexual need!! She was gagging for it, and only I could give her what she needed so completely at that moment. I slowly began the entire slow, teasing intro again. She thrashed around a bit, but took it as I gave it. My balls were soaked from her juices. I worked just the bit that had already been in her, in and out a bit, but no more. 

"Oh you fucking, ... fucking, ... tease!!" She howled. "How did you learn to be such a fucking tease, young man?!" This last comment made me smile; almost laugh. 'Young man' was a name she used on me when I was little, bad, and in need of real punishment. I flashed on how she would punish me for this particular teasing. 

Finally her eyes came to mine, filled with a grave seriousness. I was momentarily worried that she had thought better of the whole thing; of making me her mother-fucker, but realized that wasn't her issue. 

"Benjy? My sweet sweet boy?" She asked as if gathering every ounce of my attention. "I need you now. I need every inch of that fat cock in me!! I can't take the teasing, you're making me crazy." I simply remained motionless and waited. "Sweetheart, I need you to fuck me hard and as deep as you can right now!" She was deadly serious. "Fuck me! I mean spear me deeply, with everything!! With every inch!! Ram that gorgeous cock all the way in me." She turned to look at Myrna. "You ready?" she asked our new friend. Myrna nodded, grinning like crazy, herself wildly turned on!!

"Now Benjy!" Mom whispered, bracing herself. "Fuck me now!"

I lined myself up, teased her opening just a bit, and then, as she pulled her legs back even further, I shoved myself forward, burying my entire shaft into her, slamming my stomach against her thighs. I heard stereo gasps, from Myrna at the thrill of bearing witness to this incest, but more loudly from Mom, who shrieked with the impact of my cock, opening and lodging deeply into the depths of a pussy that hadn't seen cock in some time. Having expelled all her breath in this loud yelp, she now could not now catch her breath. 

I remained shoved deeply in her for a moment, reveling in the sensation of my first pussy. I had dreamed it would be good, but there was no possible benchmark for imagining such a heavenly sensation. My expectation, lofty as it had been, didn't begin to prepare me for how incredible it was!! Neither of us breathed. Mom's look was priceless! Her expectation had fallen far short as well. She had a look like she had dived into a pool she thought held warm water, and instead held ice water; not what she expected. 

Before she could even think to gather breath, I withdrew almost completely and hammered it home again! The entire bed shook! Mom shook her head at me, almost disbelieving what was happening. I did it again; then again. Growing alarmed I stopped, buried to the hilt in her, until she suddenly gasped in a huge breath, filling her lungs completely, then released it in another loud wail. 

"Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, ......" she howled. Another deep full intake of air. "Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, ...." I didn't move. "Holy!!! Fucking!!! Shit!!!!" she howled through gritted teeth, finally. Her head fell back. "Oh baby!" she hissed. "Oh baby!! Don't move!! Don't you fucking move!!!" I didn't. Her body was quaking, stomach churning a bit, every muscle tense. She held this breath for another long moment, then slowly released it, relaxing in the process, until she was completely limp. I remained buried in her to the hilt, pressing hard against her cervix, I think. 

"Jeeeeesussssss!" she sighed, expelling another deep breath. Her eyes came open but did not focus. She vaguely saw me, kneeling before her. Her eyes rolled towards Myrna, but still remained quite foggy looking. "Oh, ... my, ... fucking, ... god!!!!!" Myrna continued to shoot this awesome display. "I dreamed, ... No, I never dreamed, ... What the fuck am I trying to say? I thought he would feel good in me, but I never, ..." Her unfocused eyes rolled back in my direction. "Oh Benjamin! My sweet, sweet lover boy! Your cock, is so, ..." She simply shook her head rather than try and formulate words. "Again." was all she managed in the end, bracing herself. My grin widened and Myrna caught it on film. 'Yes mother.' Is all I thought to myself. 

I slowly withdrew my entire cock from her, watching as her lips stroked every inch, tightly wrapped around my shaft. It was so slick and gooey from her pussy. I poised the head at her tight little opening again and waited. Her eyes were closed, awaiting the onslaught. I waited for her to open them. When she did it was with the sexiest, naughtiest, burning look I've ever seen. She smiled slightly and nodded slowly. I rammed my cock in her again.

My slow-motion replay kicked in again as I watched her eyes roll back and her head loll to one side. The smacking sound of my body whamming into hers filled the room. Her 'Ooooophing' sound as she took it, made we want to cum in her! I did it repeatedly, over and over, pounding her pussy deeply with everything I had. Mom was completely limp by now, her body lurching loosely with every thrust. Her breasts were bouncing and swaying beautifully. 

I noticed Myrna put down her camera and move to strip off her skirt and panties. "I'm sorry," she said, "I can't stand it anymore. You two are too fucking hot!" Her pussy was pointed at me as she laid back and yanked off her panties. She was completely shaved and wet. She got up on her knees right next to me and began tearing at one nipple as she frigged her pussy with the other. Mom's eyes came dreamily open to watch her. "I hope this is okay." Myrna said with a strained voice.

"Of course my dear." came Mom's sultry reply. "Please be comfortable." Mom reached up and cupped Myrna's other breast, squeezing slightly. Her eyes then rolled to me. "Oh Benjy, My darling. My stud. My lover. Keep fucking Mommy darling. Yes, that's it! Give me your wonderful cock, sweetheart! You fill me so completely." I was still going full depth, but had backed off the aggressive pounding. "Oh Myrna, ...." Mom moaned, "Oh, ... Benjy's cock, ... it is so fucking perfect in me!" Mom was now tugging at her nipple. She then reached up, putting her hand behind Myrna's head and pulled her down for a kiss. 

I watched, still moving in Mom, withdrawing my cock completely then squeezing it back in deep, as they shared a deep wet kiss. I was entranced with all of the nude female flesh, moist and slipping over each other as they kissed. Myrna's tits were amazing as they laid into Mom's. Myrna took Mom's beautiful breast in her hand and squeezed it lovingly. Then it slipped down her chest, over her belly, and to the point of our joining, feeling my thickness and mom's wetness. I withdrew and her hand took hold of my shaft.

"Mmmmmm! His cock is so amazing! So fucking hard! And wet" She moaned into Mom's mouth. Mom agreed as Myrna sat back up on her knees. I rammed back into Mom as Myrna brought her hand to her mouth and licked the sweetness there. "Mmmmmmmmm" 

"Would you perform the rite?" Mom asked her. "Would you marry us?" Myrna's eyes burned with passion and she grinned wide. Her eyes went from Mom's to mine and back, as she nodded.

"Do you, Benjamin, take this incredibly wonderful, sexy, beautiful, passionate woman, to be your mother and your wife? To love her forever, to pleasure her nightly, to commit loving incest daily? To care for her, protect her, fuck her and eat her? To give her your creamy cum anytime and anywhere she wants it?" My gaze shifted slowly from Myrna to Mom.

"I do. And I promise."

"Do you, sexy Jeanne, do you take Benjamin to be your son and husband? To commit loving incest daily? To swallow his lovely cock and drink his cum? To let him fuck you anyplace anytime, to give your exquisite body to him for his pleasure and yours, forever more? Giving your body, your mind, your soul to him? Giving him your mouth, your pussy, your ass for his pleasure and yours, forever?" Moms eyes went from Myrna's to mine.

"I do Benjy. And I promise."

I leaned down to kiss my new wife and in doing so shoved my cock all the way in again. Mom's arms and legs went around me and she squeezed me so tight she almost cracked a rib. Our tongues were dancing as she began to cry. I slid my head along hers and we hugged hard. Mom's crying turning to sobbing, then a powerful outpouring of pent-up emotion. My dam burst as well and I began sobbing into her as well. Years of aching, yearning, desolation came pouring out. I knew that Myrna could not understand it all, as she knew nothing of our past, but she laid down alongside us and put her arms around us. Mom and I adjusted slightly after a long moment, to include her in our embrace. 

We had stopped fucking in that moment and simply remained connected, emotionally now, more than sexually. After a long moment of holding each other and Myrna stroking our bodies, where they joined, I raised up, kissed Mom's mouth and gazed into her eyes for a while. Her look was calm, peaceful, more so than she had been for many years. There was a measure of solace in her face, for me as well. We had formalized our togetherness, apart from the rest of the world. 

I slowly withdrew my cock from the tight confines of her pussy and laid down alongside her, opposite Myrna. The two of us stroked her body, not avoiding the intimate parts any more than the ordinary ones. Myrna's fingers drifted over Mom's breasts and ribs, tummy, and pussy; mine did the same. 

"I want you in the middle, darling." Mom whispered. I rolled onto my stomach as Myrna got up and came around me. They were now either side of me stroking me. Mom began scratching my back. Myrna joined in shortly thereafter. I laid there moaning at the exquisite sensation. 

Mom told Myrna the story of her back scratching, including the night in the tent and the path towards our winding up here, right now, lovers. Myrna quietly listened to the long tale, scratching her nails over my butt and down my thighs. 

"Which brings us to right here, right now." Mom finally concluded. "My son/husband and I, laying in bed nude with our dear, new friend. Me ready to get fucked again, hard and deep." I raised my head at this and gazed into Mom's naughty expression. She gave me a wicked wink. "Well, ... what did you expect? This is our wedding night after all." I grinned.

Mom rolled onto her tummy, her eyes never leaving mine. Her hips rolled a bit enticingly. "Now that I've experienced your penis, I don't suppose I will ever tire of your exquisite cock in me." I rolled up on my side towards her, stroking my hands over my mother's beautiful nude body, her bottom, her thighs. "Myrna, ..." Mom drawled. "Would you be a love and shoot some photos of my son fucking me while a I lay here and take it." Myrna whispered that she would, with pleasure. "My pussy is incredibly wet already, but would you use your mouth to make him all slippery?"

I was jolted by this idea. I hadn't thought that Myrna would actually join us. The notion of her sexy mouth on my cock gave me a tremble. "It would be my pleasure, my darling." Myrna purred. I glanced to her over my shoulder. "Would that be alright with you?" She asked me. I grinned dumbly. "Yeah? You wouldn't mind that too much? My wrapping my lips around your hard, handsome hunk of manly penis?"

I rolled flat on my back and scooted up against the headboard, bringing my cock even with Mom's gaze. Myrna moved between my spread thighs. "You know Benjamin, ... your cock is so handsome, we could make a lot of money just with photos of you. Pictures of you with your mother? We could make a bloody fortune."

I watched this sexy, stranger suck my cock for a few minutes, taking me deeply, using her tongue all over me. Bobbing up and down rhythmically. "Mmmmmm nice and wet now." She purred to it. "Time to ram it in deeply, into your mother's sweet pussy." We rearranged ourselves, Mom not moving a muscle, simply awaiting the onslaught of my pounding cock. Myrna arranged her camera and began shooting as I straddled Mom's thighs. I noted that Mom was dripping. 

Finding her opening with my penis was so simple, I was kind of surprised; it slipped right in, without searching. Mom was as tight as I recalled from long minutes ago. The head of my cock lodged deeply into the matching groove deep inside of her. She moaned aloud at that final, satisfying 'shhhump', as I bottomed out in her; the perfect fit!! Mom was pushing her bottom at me obscenely, as I hammered my length down into her. Myrna clicked away happily in a sexual trance.

"MyrnAH, ... my DARling, ... you have SUCH, ... luscious NIPples!" Mom's voice lurched in time with my pounding and ramming of my cock in her. Her entire body was lurching forward each time I hit bottom, her voice emphasizing each final syllable as her breath was expelled from her. "Would you alLOW, ... me to SUCKle them, ... while my LOVing, ... son, FUCKS, ... my PUSSy?" I gasped at my unbelievable luck at what I was about to witness. Myrna moved upwards on the bed, aligning her generous bosom with Mom's mouth. She held her camera out to side to shoot a selfie of Mom feasting on her tits. 

The angle of Myrna's breasts was perfect in relationship to Mom's mouth. Hell they were perfect in any position. Mom gently stretched her tongue out for the first contact, then began to swirl it around the hardened tip, first with a pointed tongue then with a soft flat tongue. Finally she closed her lips around the entire tip of Myrna's big boob. Myrna moaned that she was doing it perfectly, that she couldn't wait to return the favor, 'and then some'!"

My thrusting sped up into a frantic blur, as my hips slapped at Moms bottom. "Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum!" I announced loudly. 

"In me!" Mom moaned around the big breast in her face. "Give me your big load Benjy. Fill me up! I want your cum in my pussy!" 

Mom pushed her hips off the bed and Myrna captured my last few thrusts until I buried myself and fully exploded! My brain went off as much as my cock; bright lights and wild colors flashed in my head, as my cock unleashed a torrent into my mother's pretty womb. "Mmmmm yes, Baby! I feel you! Shoot it! Shoot me full of it!"

I continued to move in her, more and more weakly until I was proper fucked out. I slowly withdrew, as Mom moaned in sadness the entire way out of her. When my cock made its full exit a glob of my cum poured out as well. I watched it run down her lips, over her clit and splash wetly onto the sheets. 

Mom was simply resting her head on Myrna's full bosom as she caught her breath. "Oh Benjy! My goodness, what a mess you made in Mommy's pussy."

"Really? Let me get a shot of it." Myrna said as she got up and moved around to the foot of the bed and took some photos of my cream leaking out. "Mmmmm, looks so tasty." She whispered. 

"Yeah?" Mom asked her. "Would you like to try some?"

"You want me to lick your pussy?" Myrna asked in mock surprise. "To use my tongue on your pussy, to get a taste of your sons sweet cream?" Mom simply waggled her hips at the woman, who continued, "Darling, I would love to!"

Myrna spent some time eating Mom's pussy, both with her laying on her tummy and then rolling her onto her back. Mom came in her mouth noisily, then they kissed deeply. Myrna then leaned over and gently took my cock deeply in her mouth, claiming that she needed to 'clean me as well'. She gave incredible head. "Oh Darling! I would so love to feel this fat meat fucking my little hole." She told us. 

"You want to fuck my Benjy? My new husband? We've only been married for what, 15 minutes?" Mom mock scolded me. "You want to have an affair already?" I was unsure how to respond. They both laughed. "But it's our wedding night." She continued. 

"I have an idea." Myrna stated after some serious thought. "Kind of a bet of sorts." Mom and I both looked curious. "If I can coax you neighbor, ..."

"Mrs. Conner?" I asked. Myrna turned to me with a smile.

"Yes, Mrs Conner. If I can coax Mrs. Conner to come out of her house and join us, ... Will you, ... my sweet sexy soul sister, ... will you let me fuck your son/husband?

"Oh! You naughty, naughty woman!" Mom scolded again, mocking and obviously wildly aroused by this notion. "You can get, ... our next-door neighbor to come over, ... completely nude, ... and join our sexy fun?" Myrna was nodding and grinning. "That is a tall order."

"I'm sure it is!" Myrna told us. "In fact, ..." Myrna was thoughtful for a moment. "It is such a tall order, that I want to sweeten it for me." We waited to hear. "If can do this, get her over into your yard or your house, nude, and join in, ... you have to 69 with me." She told Mom. Mom was now genuinely shocked. "Not just play 69 either. You have to really eat my pussy, ... AND you have to love it!!"




Backscratch Ch. 05



I was sure the deal was off now, even though I was now completely erect again at the very idea of witnessing this. 

"I can't even believe that you would suggest such a thing!" mom stated loudly. "You, ...!" she was at a loss for words I thought. "You, ... my sweet sexy soul sister, ..." Mom's attitude softened. "You are on!!"

I watched as they sealed the deal with a deep French kiss, pawing at each other's gorgeous tits.

To be continued ...