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I Love My Mother...

By: Lovetolisten



Shaun and I have been friends for a few weeks. Not dating, he lives in the building I just moved into, and we became friends right away, despite my being almost twice his age. 

Our friendship has that easy, comfortable feel to it that usually takes a long time to develop. I am thankful for that, for I have no other close friends here, and no family to speak of.

We have been sitting in his apartment, sipping wine, snacking on cheese and crackers, talking about our families. We shared a similar love and history of large family gatherings, traditions for the holidays and such, but that where the similarities ended. 

"I envy the openness you had growing up." I meant it. My family household was prude central.

"Yea, we were very open, no closed doors, no topics off limits..." he mused, "If mom was getting dressed to go somewhere and I had a question or needed to talk about something, I did, and she dressed or undressed while I watched, no big deal. If mom walked in my room to wake me up and I had an erection, as most males do in the morning, I didn't try to hide it, it was a natural thing. I hadn't been conditioned to think it was something to be ashamed of."

"I can't imagine... but I admit, I am a little jealous of the closeness you all share." And I am, it would be wonderful to grow up in a home with family that didn't judge, didn't hide their sexuality from each other.

"It's just how I grew up, all perfectly natural, normal for us."

"I'll say it again Shaun, I am jealous." I laughed, but I truly did feel that I had missed out by having such a closed off family.

I took another sip of wine. Silence permeated the room for several seconds... the air seemed to grow heavy with anticipation, but I was unsure why it felt that way.

"I love my mother." he said, rather simply.

"Of course you do Shaun." I replied. "It's obvious from the way you speak of her. She must be a wonderful lady, look at the son she raised." I said with a wink.

He laughed, but it was quickly erased, he looked at the glass in his hands, then at me...

"I mean... I really love my mother." he said again, the emphasis clearly in his voice as well in the look on his face. That handsome face, almost boyish, except for the strong set of his jaw and determined look in his large, brown eyes.

The implication of his words became clear and I took a deep breath. I fiddled with the hem of my shirt and glanced out the window... buying time to collect my thoughts.

"Do you find that disturbing?" his voice almost a whisper. "Because I really feel safe telling you this but I need to know that you're okay with it."

I couldn't answer him, I couldn't find the words.

"Gayle?" he said a little louder, "Does it disturb you? I need to know... please."

I slowly released the deep breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

"No Shaun, it doesn't. It's just... unexpected I guess." I tried to choose my words carefully. "How did it start? When?"

He scrubbed his large hands over his face, then over his short cropped, brown hair. Clearly trying to do what I had just done, gathering his courage and thoughts. He began slowly...

"I was... nineteen. I had been injured playing football, broken collarbone. I was in excruciating pain. I was propped up on pillows in bed for a week, hardly able to move my upper body at all. I needed help with everything."

He was staring at the wine glass in his hands, eyes unfocused, lost in his memory.

"I needed help in the bathroom. Mom was the only one home. She came in with me to help." his brow furrowed slightly. "It was just a mother helping her son. After all, she'd changed my diapers." he grinned, the became serious again.

"When she slid my sweat pants and underwear down, I became erect. She had seen me with an erection before, but this one... she was so close. I was suddenly embarrassed, didn't know what she would think. I didn't know what to do. It was ... different." 

He stopped talking and looked at me, his eyes searching my face for a sign of understanding. I nodded, he swallowed, took a deep breath and started again...

"She noticed my erection of course and said it was okay, not to be embarrassed, that it was natural... and then..." he paused, " She said if I was hurting, she could help me with that too."

I sat in stunned silence, gripping my wine glass so hard I feared it would shatter. I was taken back, but also... aroused. 

I adjusted the way I was sitting, tucking my feet under me.

He took a sip of wine, "She used her soft hands to pleasure me. It was like nothing I had ever felt before... wonderful, and natural, but at the same time, forbidden. I think that made it all the more exciting."

He was smiling now, more relaxed since I had not been shocked or judgmental about his confession.

I was still unsure of exactly what my thoughts and feelings were about it, but I knew that this was something he was trusting me with, and I didn't want to betray that trust.

I moved closer to him, placed my hand on his arm, "Please continue..."

"She took care of me that whole week. Until I was recovered enough to have some mobility and could fend for myself."

"She pleasured you more than once?"

"Yes, several times."

"It ended after that?" I asked.

"Yes... and no. It wasn't until much later that we became... lovers." he looked into my eyes again, expecting to see a sign of what I was thinking.

"Tell me everything Shaun... I want to hear it all. I want to understand." What I didn't have the courage to tell him yet, was that this was turning me on...

He continued, "I had moved to the city, several hours from where we lived. I wasn't on my own for the first time, but I had lived with room mates before. It was the first time I had actually lived by myself. It had been a difficult adjustment, lonely. It was my birthday, and mom had come for a visit."

I topped off our glasses, just out of the need for something to do. Nervous excitement now thrumming through my body in anticipation of the rest of his story.

"It was a typical visit at first. We spent the day shopping, she purchased some furnishings for my apartment. The new couch had been delivered, and we were sitting on it, talking about the usual stuff."

The words flowed from him easier now... and I could tell he was becoming aroused by the memories.

"Mom being the inquisitive mom type, asked me if I liked the city. Was I lonely? How was finding a stable job going? It had been a while since I talked to her about any girls. She asked if I had met anyone, and I blushed. She said she knew most of the women I had been with were mature, but that "No girl compares with dear old mom." so I blushed a little more. She speaks up again, saying she will always be there to help me if I am hurting... and in my head, I immediately flash back to when I was younger..." 

I notice that though he still held his wine glass in one hand, his other is curled into a fist and pressed tightly against his groin. 

He continued, "I was speechless. She keeps talking, very comforting in her lovely voice, saying she knows how I must still feel, how the women I like have always been like her, and she takes my hand and is caressing it. She giggles a little, with that softness in her voice that I love, and says I've grown up to be a handsome young man who any woman would love to be with, but that she knows I have thoughts of one special woman.. and she stands, and leads me to my bedroom." 

His voice is becoming hoarse, his breathing shallow. I know he has an erection, I can see it straining behind the zipper of his jeans. 

I can't deny my own arousal... I am wet, and I know my face and chest are flushed.

"I had seen mom undress plenty of times before, nudity wasn't a private thing in our home. But this was different... knowing she was undressing for my pleasure... I was so speechless, and admittedly, very nervous."

He took a drink of his wine, adjusted himself, trying to make room in his now too tight jeans.

There was no use trying to hide his erection from me, he was well endowed, and it was quite obviously becoming painful.

"It was a beautiful day in May. I remember the dress she wore so fondly... it was a lovely lavender color, it showed her cleavage. The sun was setting, the rays of sun through my window were painting her beautiful body. She asked me to stand up and kiss her. She began undressing me, and I still remember her whispering in my ear "Play with my titties baby." 

He was stroking his straining cock through his jeans, and I was grinding my pussy against a foot I had tucked under me. I was breathing heavy, Shaun had beads of sweat forming on his brow.

"After a bit she lay back on the bed, and I entered her." 

He was panting now, clearly trying to control the lust his memories had conjured up.

"Shaun..." I whispered...

"Fuck, Gayle..." 

He was on me in a flash, our hands everywhere, clenching flesh, tearing at our clothing. We couldn't get naked fast enough. We managed to make it to the bedroom, leaving a trail of discarded clothes. 

We were both frantic, the story had driven our lust to fever pitch. 

Shaun grabbed my hips and pulled me to him, and with out apology, slammed balls deep into my waiting pussy with a loud growl.

I raised my hips and met him stroke for punishing stroke as he slammed into me again and again.

Both of us groaning, grunting... taking from each other what we needed to satisfy our own desperate need.I gripped his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh... his arms were under my shoulders, curled over to gain purchase and hold me in place against his vicious thrusts. 

This was not love making... this was a coupling of pure, primal need for release.

"FUCK! SHAUN!" I screamed as shock waves raced through my body, arching me off the bed even with Shaun's weight on me. 

I was shuddering, my pussy clenched around his shaft, milking him hard as I continued to ride the spasms of my orgasm.

"Come on my tits Shaun! I shouted, "Cum on them like you do your moms!"

Shaun's body suddenly stiffened, he buried his face in my neck and with a yell I felt his cock get even harder before he flooded my pussy with spurt after hard spurt of hot cum, still thrusting against me, wringing every ripple of his own release, until he finally rolled from me, spent and boneless.

We lay there for several long, silent minutes. Our ragged breathing the only sounds in the room. 

I spoke first, "I hope to meet your mom someday."

He laughed a little, "She will be here in about an hour."

"Really?" I replied incredulously.

"Yes, and she can't wait to meet you." he whispered.

Oh yes, this was going to be a very interesting weekend...

I Love My Mother Ch. 01



Hi. My name is Hiro. Yeah I know what you're thinking. Corny name huh? Well let me tell you how I got it. When my mom was at her senior prom, she was raped. Apparently this one guy who I hate to the end of the Earth, a.k.a my father, had some harsh feelings toward my mom. They had always had hate feelings for each other and never got along, always making my mom sad. Anyways, this idiot didn't know what else to do, so he raped her on probably one of the most important nights of high school. Well that ruined that for her. The bastard also had the indecency of cumming inside her. She was just almost eighteen at the time. My mom was strongly against abortion, so nine months later...I was born. My mom named me Hiro, because she said that I was the one good thing that came out of the whole ordeal; her own little hero.

A hero is supposed to protect that person, care for them in many ways. Well I guess I could do that, since I love my mom...I mean really love her. Now don't try to pull any shit over me saying that all sons have a special connection with their mom. Well my love for her is stronger than any connection. I don't just see her as my mom. I see her as a woman. My woman.

Of course, I have no idea of how to tell her this. I try to give out subtle hints. Giving more skin ship than necessary, holding her hand or arm in public (practically stating that she's mine), but it seems that she thinks this is all normal...or so I thought.

Oh stupid me, I didn't even give an introduction of how I look, since I'm assuming you're curious. My mom is full Indian and I'm pretty sure that idiot is white, so my skin tone is a bit lighter shade than my mom; sort of like mocha. My soft wavy locks of black hair sticks up a bit, but in a sexy way! (I'll let your imaginations run wild on that.) I guess I have the same eyes of that idiot, since they aren't the warm beautiful brown eyes of my mother. I have blue-ish green eyes, but Mom says they look way more handsome on me than that bastard. I'm not one of those buff tough guys, which is good since Mom said those aren't her type, but that doesn't mean I don't have enough muscle to protect her! I'm more of a skinny lanky guy at 5'10". Which is way taller than my mom's petite height of 5'2", but it doesn't matter to me. I wouldn't have it any other way. She's perfect just the way she is. I mean I fell in love with her right? Anyways back to the story!

It all started that one night. I was eighteen at the time, so like most all other teen boys I was jacking off. After masturbating to a fantasy of my mom and I, I fell asleep. But then I woke up at around one in the morning and decided that I probably needed to clean myself up.

I was walking down the hall towards the one bathroom we share, when I heard some sounds coming from Mom's room; some deep breathing and moans. Honestly I thought my mom was some kind of sweet innocent angel, but I liked what I saw much better. Yes. When I peered through the crack between the door and doorway, I was rewarded with the image of her masturbating. Of course I had watched porn before, so I must say that none of the other moms in those videos had anything over my mom's body.

My mom was more than a beauty. I'm proud of her bigger than average-sized tits (probably a 36D), which were twirling around all sexy like and so inviting to suck on. But the real treasure was down there. At first she was just rubbing it teasingly emitting some soft moans, while pinching her perked up left nipple. Her long black wavy hair, that I inherited, cascaded around her shoulders, and I just wanted to run my fingers through it to feel its softness. Then she started fingering herself. Her breathing got faster and more labored, and she started turning a little pink in her cheeks, which I thought was just too cute.

You must have guessed that all this time I've been jerking my hard-on to this heavenly vision. I came in my hand just as she climaxed speaking, or rather crying out, one word...

"Hiro!"

I froze.

My name.

Time just stopped for me. She hadn't seen me, so surely I misheard?

I went back to bed thoroughly confused, but I knew I probably wouldn't be sleeping tonight.

To Be Continued...



I Love My Mother... Ch. 02



Shaun's revelation about his relationship with his mother had ignited a firestorm of passion in us both. It had resulted in frantic but phenomenal sex that left us both reeling in it's wake.

Then I learned that he was expecting his mother to arrive in an hour...

"And you were going to tell me this when?!" I am grabbing clothes, trying to find mine in the hap-hazard trail we had left in our race to the bedroom.

"I just did." he laughed enjoying my show.

I pulled on my clothes and leveled my best icy glare at him, "I am going to my apartment to shower and change."

"But you will be back, right?" he sounded concerned that I wouldn't be.

I dropped my gaze to the floor. "I will be back, but I think you need some time with your mom alone first."

Shaun nodded in agreement, "Yea, I need to tell her that you know about us."

"And about us..." I add..."Though really... I mean... we haven't talked about what happened, and..."

"Take it easy Gayle, I understand what you're trying to say. And you're right, we need to talk about it, about us, and we will."

Good grief, I am wondering how I will look this woman in the eye as it is. "I don't know how you can be so calm."

"Easy, I know my mom." and he grins like it's the simplest thing in the world.

I blow out a slow breath. Okay, I can do this. If they are alright with me knowing, then I should be too... right?

"Why don't you call me when you are ready for me to come back, so I don't interrupt. Maybe we can go out to dinner or something." I am grasping at straws, trying to keep from being thrust into an intimate conversation that I don't feel ready to have yet. Neutral ground is what I need.

"That sounds good, I'm sure mom will be hungry when she gets here." he agreed.

With that decided, I head to my apartment a few doors down. I am already thinking of what to wear, what kind of impression I want to make. I have never been in a situation like this, and I am ... a nervous wreck.

I decide on a pair of jeans and a green blouse that is flattering, but comfortable. And flats, not heels.

Shaun calls an hour and a half later. According to him, his mother couldn't be more pleased and can't wait to meet me. I gather my courage and head back to Shaun's apartment. No expectations, just meeting a friend's mother. Piece of cake right?

SHIT.

I stand at Shaun's door, hand raised to knock, willing my arm to move. Suddenly the door comes open and Shaun nearly mows me down.

"Whoa!" he shouts, grabbing my waist to keep me from falling down. "I was going to come to your apartment to get you."

"I'm here." I say, trying to sound cheerful.

"Shaun, good heavens!" I look in the direction the melodic voice came from and see Shaun's mother standing in the doorway.

Dressed in jeans and a flowing pastel blouse, she is stunning. Dark auburn, shoulder length hair that frames her smiling face in soft waves, and vibrant blue eyes.

She holds out her hand to me and I reach mine around Shaun who still has hold of me. "I am so glad to meet you dear! She says with a bright smile.

"The pleasure is all mine Mrs. Jacobs." I return a smile of my own.

"Please Gayle, call me Maggie!"

I smile as I extricate myself from Shaun's hold. "I think I have it now." I say, stepping back from Shaun's large frame.

Maggie laughs as I do, "He's always been... exuberant!" She takes my arm in hers and leads me down the hallway and out to Shaun's car.

We make small talk on the way to the restaurant, finding out that Maggie and I actually have quite a bit in common. Shaun drives in relative silence, a silly grin plastered on his face.

Dinner is relaxed, and it doesn't take long before I feel as though I have known Maggie forever. I watch the way Shaun and his mother interact. I can see how special their relationship is, and I begin to envy them.

We decide to pick up a movie on the way home, and return to Shaun's apartment. We make popcorn, and all three of us settle on the couch, Shaun in the middle between Maggie and I.

We are watching "Rumor Has It"... a 2005 movie about a woman who learns that her family was the basis for the book and movie "The Graduate", and that she herself may be the progeny. It's a romantic comedy, and has us all laughing, but not because it is particularly funny.

"Who picked this one?" I ask through giggles.

Maggie points a finger at Shaun, "Shaun is the king of bad movie picks."

Shaun chokes on his popcorn and Maggie and I both start beating his back."I am not!" he finally manages to spit out between coughs.

"I am going to have to agree with your mom on this one..." I say, "You were the one that picked the groaner we watched a couple of weeks ago."

Shaun looks at me with a look of feigned shock. Then he suddenly throws his arms around both of us and starts tickling us mercilessly. 

We are both squealing, laughing, and trying to get away from his torture, but he is over six feet tall and has long arms to go with that height. Maggie and I are far shorter, and lets face it, he's stronger than both of us put together.

Soon we are on the floor, Maggie and I side by side on our backs with Shaun kneeling over us, still tickling us in spite of our struggles to get free.

When he finally stops, all three of us are still laughing, breathless, exhausted.

Shaun quiets, looking back and forth between Maggie and I, "My two beautiful girls." he says, barely above a whisper. He then leans over, softly kisses his mother's lips, and then does the same to mine.

He moves back and forth between us, increasing the intensity of his kisses with each turn. He moves a large hand under our blouses, caressing our breasts, Soon Maggie and I are moaning with passion, and Shaun is panting.

"I vote we move this to the bedroom." he says, standing, holding out a hand to each of us. He helps us up, and walking backward, leads us to his room.

I am a tightly wound ball of uncertainty. Part of me wants to run to my apartment, the other is hoping what is happening plays out even half as exciting as it has already in my mind.

Shaun places Maggie and I side by side, takes a step back and says, "I want you to undress... each other."

Maggie and I look at each other, and she smiles at me, her blue eyes sparkling. "You heard my son Gayle." She reaches up and begins to unbutton my blouse. 

I take a deep breath, and begin to undo hers. We help each other out of the blouses, unhook each others bras, and slowly reveal our ample breasts.

Shaun's sharp intake of breath gets our attention, and we look in his direction. He is rubbing his large hands along the length of his erection through his jeans. 

"More, I want to see more..." his voice trails off as he begins to remove his shirt, exposing his cut abs and well muscled chest and arms.

Maggie and I tear our gaze away and help each other out of our pants and panties. We had shed our shoes and socks during the movie. We were now naked, and we turn our attention back to Shaun.

He has unbuttoned his jeans and is sliding the zipper down, ever so slowly. "Touch each other..." he says breath harsh and his voice strained.

Maggie and I began touching each others breasts... her hands are so soft, her touch so gentle. I wondered if she is thinking the same thing as I am. I place a hand on the back of her neck and pull her to me, kissing her lips. She moans, and returns my kiss. 

I hear a sharp intake of breath, and know it is Shaun. I look over at him and see him watching us, slowly stroking his long, hard cock with one hand, the other pulling on his heavy balls.

Maggie slides a hand down my stomach to my pussy and gently slips her fingers between the folds. "So wet..." she murmurs. I tentatively begin to touch her pussy. Her whimpered response spurs me on and I begin to finger her more boldly. She and I continue our mutual explorations, teasing, caressing each other until we are both moaning with need.

"On the bed." Shaun orders, his voice giving away the pent up lust he is feeling.

Maggie and I ease ourselves onto the bed, Shaun kneels at the foot, between us. He puts one hand on his mother's calf, and one on mine, and ever so slowly caresses his way up our bodies.Kneading our flesh, tickling, teasing, a slow, sensual massage reaching ever higher.

He skips his hands over our pussies, barely brushing the soft mounds of bare skin, and Maggie and I both moan in frustration. "Not quite yet you two." he grins as he admonishes us, " I want you begging for it."

He moves his hands ever higher, squeezing our large breasts, pinching our nipples... Maggie and I are both ready to beg if that is what he wants.

I look over at Maggie, her face and chest are flushed, as are mine, I know she is as aroused as I am. I look her in the eye and raise an eyebrow, nodding slightly in Shaun's direction. Maggie smiles and I know she understands what I want to do.

We sit up at the same time, grab Shaun and push him back on the pillows. "Change of plans mister," I say, holding his arm down so he can't move. "If you promise to lay here and be good, we promise to make you cum."

"Okay...okay... I will, I promise." his reply hoarse, almost quivering.

Maggie and I let him loose. His erection is jerking rhythmically, the tip raising up from his belly, leaving a string of pre cum from the pool of it there.

I wipe it with my finger and rub it across my bottom lip. Leaning over, I kiss Maggie, sharing the salty taste with her, "Mmnn... Oh my boy, you always taste so good."

We both lean in and kiss Shaun's lips, sucking and nipping our way down his jaw and neck to his chest. We pay the same attention to his nipples as he gave ours, and he arches his back with a deep groan.

We continue our assault on his tight body, me taking cues from Maggie, since I know that she knows what he likes the best. 

So, as Maggie runs her hands and down Shaun's chest to his balls, cupping them gently , I mimic her motions... but I grip his hard, pulsing erection, slowly stroking it's length.

Shaun moans, low and long... the sound resonating through my body. His hips involuntarily move upwards, matching our strokes. 

I slip one hand between the cheeks of his ass, and run a finger lightly over his puckered hole. He barks in surprise, gripping the bedding tightly. "Gayle...Fuck, yesss..." he hisses. I press a bit harder, slipping my finger just inside. "Ahh, shit ... please" he grounds out, and I continue to tease his asshole.

Between Maggie's attentions and mine, we can tell he is close to cumming, but we are not finished with him yet. This is not how we want this to end.

I motion for Maggie to lay down, Shaun moans in protest when she stops her actions to do as I instruct. I then tell Shaun to stand at the foot of the bed, and he does so.

I crawl between Maggie's legs and begin licking her sopping pussy. She twists her hands into my hair and pulls my face into her body, smashing my mouth against her pussy as I lick and suck. 

Shaun is standing behind me, and I hear his ragged breathing. Then I feel his strong hands on my hips, and the tip of his cock is pressing against the drenched entrance to my pussy. I push back towards him, and gripping my hips tighter he slams into me hard.

"Yes Shaun!" I almost scream, "Harder!" He pulls back and slams into me again, over and over, harder, faster, until it is all I can do to keep my concentration on pleasuring Maggie.

Maggie is moaning and whimpering non stop, her hands in my hair keeping me firmly in place.

"That is so fucking beautiful... So... Fucking... Hot!" Shaun growls in time with his savage thrusts. With each thrust my face is slammed into Maggie's pussy even harder.

We are all so close, drenched in sweat, groaning with pleasure and lust. Maggie finds her release first, screaming my name and arching off the bed, Shaun comes then, shouting both our names as he collapses over my back, still grinding against my pussy as the last of his seed spurts deep inside of me. I come almost the same time as Shaun, crying out in unbridled ecstasy, shouting his name.

All three of us are exhausted, completely sated. Unable to move, we lay on the bed, breathing heavily.

I wake, and realize we had all fallen asleep. Shaun is now between Maggie and I, our arms and legs tangled around each other. I am too hot, but I can't move without waking the others.

"Good morning" Shaun says softly.

"I didn't mean to wake you" I reply.

"You didn't," he whispers, "I was laying here thinking about how lucky I am."

I raise my head a little to look at his eyes, which are large, deep brown mirrors of his emotions. I am taken back by what I see there.

"I love my mother, you know that..."

"Yes Shaun, I know that beyond a doubt."

"I also love you." He murmurs, squeezing me tighter with the arm he has around my shoulders and kissing my forehead softly.

I swallow hard and try to wrap my head around his words. "Don't try to over-think it." he says, as if reading my thoughts, "We have a lot to talk about, all three of us."

He kisses my lips this time, and I lay my head back on his shoulder, he pulls Maggie closer against his side and we all snuggle deeper into his embrace.

"It will all work out." Shaun whispers.

"It always does, doesn't it?" I reply.