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Mom's Visit

By: tami3333



My mom came to visit us and has been staying with us for a few days. I went out to the store for a bottle of wine.

When I returned home it was quiet in the house so I went to look for my mom. The guest room was empty but when I walked by our bedroom the door was slightly ajar. My mom was on her knees at your feet with your cock in her mouth. I stood still just watching the look on your face and listening to the sounds of her sucking you. Feeling extremely naughty I walked into the room smiling. You opened your eyes, seeing me walk into the room. You looked like you were about to say something but I put my finger over my lips and continued walking over to you. My mom looked up in surprise when I ran my fingers down her back. I kissed you deeply before falling slowly to my knees next to my mom and turning her face to me so I could kiss her and taste your cock on her mouth. I then guided the tip of your cock back into her mouth and let my tongue run down the length of you before slowly sucking each of your balls into my mouth and letting my tongue play on them. One of my hands was wrapped around your cock and I took my mother's hand and wrapped it around mine. So, both of our hands together guided your cock in and out of her mouth. My other hand I slid up her skirt and inside her panties to get my fingers all nice and wet from her pussy. I then put my fingers to your mouth for a quick taste before sliding my fingers in my own pussy to make them all wet with the juices of both of us. I brought my fingers back up to your mouth for you to taste again.

Slowly I stood up and told you to sit down in the chair for a few minutes. I then undressed my mom while you watched us. Taking my time and running my hands down her body. Tasting her nipples. Letting her clothes fall to the floor. Then after kissing her I took her hand and guided her to lie down on the bed. I kissed her before walking over to you and taking your hand I brought you over to stand between my mother's wet thighs. She gazed up at both of us looking so fucking hot and sexy lying there waiting. I knelt down and took one slow lick of her pussy before wrapping my hand around your cock and guiding you into her. Her body arched off of the bed making her breast thrust out. I kept one of my fingers on her clit and the other hand I played with your balls. I was so hot feeling how hard they were and watching you fuck my mom while I was right there with you. When she came I could feel the muscles in her body spasm. Soon afterwards you pulled your cock out of her and shot your cum all over my face before having me lick your cock clean. The taste of both of you was incredible. 

I tried to stand up but my legs were shaking so bad I only sat on the edge of the bed. You pushed me back on the bed and started to run your tongue up and down from my clit to my ass driving me crazy with wanting you. My mom asked you to move for a moment and she began to lick me. Wrapping her lips around my clit and sucking it into her mouth to tongue it while she slid one of her fingers deep inside my pussy and began finger fucking me hard. I was whimpering and begging for you to fuck me so you came over the bed and told me to turn and lean over the bed. Shoving my legs apart with yours you rammed your hard cock into me and fucked me harder then you ever had before. You told my mom to finger my ass while you fucked me. I came so hard over and over again. Suddenly you pulled your cock out of me and started fucking my ass. I turned my head around the best I could to be able to watch you cum. When you collapsed on top of me mom said for us to lie back in bed and relax while she went and got us something to drink. 

When she returned, she joined us in bed and we spent the entire weekend enjoying each other.

Mom's Visit Makes It All Better



I had been through a rough divorce.

During my marriage, my now ex-wife had ensured that I had not been in touch with my family. Trying to talk to them was always good for a fight, and after a few years, I had given up trying. It was hard enough just to keep her from picking fights the rest of the time, let alone when she had an obvious provocation like me talking to my "evil" mother and father.

So now, after several years, my mother was flying into town to visit me.

She had urged me not to pick her up at the airport, and so it was with much nervousness that I waited alone in my small apartment. The minutes ticked by slowly, and I got up and paced the floor, sat, then paced again.

Just as I was preparing to call her on my cell phone, there was a knock at the door. I ran my fingers through my hair, walked to the door, and pulled it open.

There she stood. My mother. She had aged in the last seven years, and her hair had silver in it where there was none in my memory. Her breasts sagged lower than they used to, and her stomach had gotten bigger. She had always been full-bodied, but now she was even plumper. 

But her eyes were the same. They sparkled with joy at seeing me, and I felt a hot stinging in my own. I stepped toward her as she stepped through the door and we hugged.

How nice it was to hug someone who didn't have anything to hide, who didn't have a plan for whether I would be allowed to have a real hug or an artificial one. No. This was just my mom. A warm, soft hug, and I buried my face in her neck and clung on for dear life. I buried myself in the pillowy softness of her comforting body.

She hugged me right back, her body pressing against mine, stomach to stomach, her chest squished against mine, and we stayed like that for a long time. Then she pulled her head back, and gave me a kiss. Right on my lips.

It was wierd. I had never kissed her on the lips before, and I started to pull back, but then somewhere inside myself I shrugged and instead kissed her back. It wasn't a sexual kiss, just a warm pressing of lips upon lips, and hers were soft and yielding and pliant. After a second we stopped.

She lifted her hands to cup my face, and then said, "Hello, baby." Tears formed at the corner of her eyes, but didn't fall. Instead she just smiled at me.

"Hi, mom," I replied. "Come in."

I stepped aside and she brushed past me. I leaned out of the door and picked up the two suitcases which had been sitting on the deck behind her.

"Damn, mom," I said over my shoulder. "What do you have in here, rocks?"

She laughed.

"How in the heck did you get them up here," I asked.

"Oh, the cab driver was kind enough to carry them up here for me for a ten-dollar tip."

I carried the suitcases into the apartment and headed to the bedroom.

"You were robbed," I said. "You should have called me."

She followed me into the bedroom, where I was placing the suitcases on the dresser. "I wanted to surprise you," she replied.

"Well, you did." I turned to face her. She was wearing casual traveling clothes, batikked sweatpants and a t-shirt.

She looked back at me, her eyes traveling down my body and then back up to my face. "You look great," she stated.

I looked self-consciously down at my body. "Yea, I lost a lot of weight in the last few months."

She smiled.

I paused, then said, "You look great, too." I meant it, too. She may have been round, but to me she was the essence of motherhood, and her lush body was perfect for her. 

She laughed."Yea, right."

"Seriously."

She put her arms out, causing her breasts to lift up under her shirt, and then she brought her hands toward her chest, then outlined an exaggerated hourglass shape down her body. "You really think this old lady is okay?"

"Mom," I said with mock exasperation in my voice, "Yes. You look fantastic."

She laughed again. "Well, thanks, kiddo."

"I'm not so much of a kiddo myself, mom. Look." I pointed to my temple where the first few silver hairs were showing.

She squinted her eyes and leaned closer and made a big show of inspecting my hair, gently pulling tufts away from my scalp. For some reason her touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I swayed a little, and ended up leaning against her a little, my elbow pushing against her breast and my chin against her forehead.

She didn't move away, just stopped touching my head, and said, "What am I looking for?"

I laughed and stood straight. "My gray hairs."

"Oh, my baby has become a man," she teased.

"I'm glad you're here," I confessed after a short silence.

"Me too," she confided.

I turned her around and gently pushed her out of the door of the bedroom and into the hall. "Do you want anything after your trip?" I asked. "Some tea or water? Or something to eat?"

"I'd just like to freshen up a bit and change my clothes. And then I'd like to take you out to dinner."

"Sure mom, that would be nice."

She pushed past me into the bedroom and then I heard her say, "I'll be out in a few minutes."

I went into the living room and sat down at the computer to check my email.

***

Mom sure was taking a while. I was browsing a dating website when I felt a presence behind me. I breathed in, and I could smell my mother's scent, and for a moment I felt utterly safe and loved. I felt her hands on my shoulder, and she asked, "What's this?"

"It's a dating website, mom," I explained. "It's like personal ads except you can put a lot more information about yourself, add photos, and then email back and forth before you meet."

She looked at the list of girls I had searched up, and then she said, "Well, it's good to see you're back on the horse."

"Haven't found anyone yet, though," I said.

"You will, honey. Don't worry."

I closed the browser and then stood up and turned around. My mother had brushed her hair and clipped it behind her, leaving her thick black and silver curls cascading down her back. She had applied a soft dusky lipstick, and was wearing a one-piece shapeless dress printed with primitive woodcut designs. It somehow de-emphasized her roundness.

"Nice job. You clean up pretty good," I said.

"Thanks. Now where would you like to eat?"

"There's a great place up the street."

"Can we walk?"

"Absolutely."

We left the apartment and I locked the door. As we walked toward the landing, my mother stopped me and gave me a unselfconscious sideways hug, her body turned perpendicular to mine so that as she hugged me, my right arm was enveloped in the deep valley between her breasts. "It's so nice," she said fervently, "to have my baby boy back in my arms again." She pulled harder pulling me deep against her so that her breasts pushed around my arm and against my chest and back.

"That's odd," I thought to myself. "She's not wearing a bra."

She sobbed once, and continued to hug me, pressing herself tightly against me.

"Aw, ma," I said. "It'll be okay. I'm not going anywhere now." I turned in the circle of her arms, my right arm pushing one big soft boob up and toward her side as I did. As I faced her, my arm moved far enough that her breast fell back against her again, and the feel of it flopping against my chest made me feel- I don't know- wierd. "It's nice to have you back, mom," I continued, and I put my arms around her, my hands falling to the small of her back.

It did feel good to be there with my mom again, and so I pulled her against me, not really feeling how her tits were mushed against my chest, or how the curve of her chubby waist was just perfect for my arms to rest against her. Instead I was just feeling a great love for this woman, who I didn't know as an adult, but who raised me and fed me and took care of me when I was young. We stood there for a long time, just hugging each other, pressing our bodies more and more firmly together, until with a sudden horror I realized that the long-forgotten feel of a woman in my arms was stimulating me. I could feel the blood pooling at the base of my penis, and the slow but urgent beginning of a swelling erection.

I tried to pull out of the embrace, but my mom was reluctant to let go, and so I continued to hug her with mounting unease, yet still oddly comfortable. I had read in one of the relationship books with which I post-mortemed my marriage that when someone wants a hug, you should let them be the one to break it. So I kept hugging my mom, and she kept hugging me, and all that time I could feel the slow stirrings of my cock. I could feel it filling with blood, and as it lengthened and hardened, I felt it inch down my pants. With the way that my mother and I were pressed together, there was no way she couldn't be feeling it, yet she said nothing, made no reaction at all as my betraying cock hardened between us.

I was uncomfortably aware of my mother's body in a way that I hadn't been moments ago. Her heavy tits were pushed up against my chest and I could feel her big nipples pressing into me. My arms were resting on her waist, and my hands were right above her ass cheeks at the base of her back. Her breath was warm and soft on my neck, and I felt the tiny hairs there rise up in an atavistic response.

This was crazy. My mom was getting me hot. "God, how desperate I must be," I thought to myself, "that my own mother can excite me."

An image flashed into my head. A night when a twelve-year-old boy had been awakened by strange sounds in the living room and gone padding on silent feet to see what was there. Another flash. My mother, years younger, head thrown back as a bearded man, her boyfriend, suckled on her swollen breast. His fingers. Flash. Touching her thing. Pushing into her thing, my mom making those stange moans which had woken me. Her eyes opening. Widening. Looking at mine. Frozen moment. My mom smiling, mouthing the words, "go back to bed." Her boob bouncing, the massive brown circle around the dark brown nipple-tip. Flash. Turn. Flash.

As I remembered that long ago night, I remembered how that image had fueled my very first masturbatory fantasies, and helplessly, my cock throbbed once. I knew my mom had to have felt that, but she just pulled me tighter against her.

"My baby," she sighed. She squeezed me once tightly and then let go.

I was breathing heavily, and I knew my cheeks had to be flushed. I was embarrassed by my body's reaction and I couldn't understand why my mother had not reacted at all. When I finally looked I her, I saw her cheeks were red too. But she smiled brightly at me and took my hand and we walked on down the deck toward dinner.

***

When we got back from dinner, I suggested a movie. Mom seemed to like the idea, but wanted to change first to get comfortable. I agreed, and quickly grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and went into the bathroom to change.

"You decent?" I called out when I finished changing.

"Sure am," she replied, and I came out of the bathroom to find my mother in a blue terrycloth robe. It was old, and faded, and even as I realized it must have been the same one she always used to wear when I was a teenager, I realized that she hadn't tied it up yet. She must have forgotten, because as she turned to face me, it swung open for just a second, and I got a momentary glimpse of one big sagging breast before it fell closed again. I felt my cheeks start to get hot again.

"Oops," she said cheerily. She picked up the ties dangling at her sides and tied the robe closed.

"Come on," I said, to cover the awkwardness, and I grabbed her hand and led her into the living room. "Do you care what we watch?"

"Pick something good, that's all," she replied.

"Oh brother. What a vague request."

She laughed.

I picked out a comedy I liked and put the DVD into the player. I turned off the lights, and then pulled a throw blanket from under the end table. We sat on the couch, our sides touching, and I lifted the blanket and spread it over our knees.

The movie was a good one, and we laughed for the next half hour.

Suddenly mom turned to me and said, "I just want you to know that this feels really good, being here with you. With my baby boy." She put her head on my shoulder.

I don't know what happened in my head, but I just blurted out, "I'd like a motherly hug, mom."

"Ohhhh," she cooed, and she lifted her right arm and put it behind me. "Come here, my baby boy."

It felt really wierd doing this, and yet every nerve in my body was on fire. It was gross, and yet it was beautiful. It felt so right as long as I didn't think about what I was doing. I leaned in toward her, and my mother put her arm over my shoulder and drew my head down to her chest.

"Oh Mommy," I sighed as my face was pressed against the terrycloth of her robe. I could feel the gentle swell of her boob underneath my chin, and I put my right arm around her stomach and slid my left arm behind her so that I was encircling her plump body. My right hand was on her side at her waist, and she lifted her left hand and stroked the back of my head.

"It's okay, baby," she said comfortingly. "It's okay, baby boy. Mommy's here. It's okay." She kept repeating those kinds of things as she ran her fingers through my hair and her right hand patted me gently on my back. I turned my head a little so that my left cheek was against her chest pushing into the pudding-like softness of her breast, and I began to rub my right hand back and forth on her waist, moving it in small circles over her stomach, and then pulling softly but firmly on her lower back with the other. Her breathing got heavier, and her fingers tightened on the back of my head, pulling it forward just a little. As she did, her robe gaped open a little in front, and I realized that I could see into her robe. That I could see the rounded top of her other breast. My fingers tightened on her back and I pulled against her, snuggling into her.

"Oh, Mom," I murmured. "Oh, Mom."

"Shhhhh," she urged, and she moved her right hand in circles on my back. She leaned down and kissed the top of my head, and then her left hand pulled my head more tightly against her. As she did, my head slid forward, until my mouth and nose were touching the vertical hem of her robe. She continued rubbing my head, and as she did, I pulled my right hand back until it was moving around over her stomach, and I began to make larger circles with it, moving my palm all the way down to where her stomach bent in toward her groin, and then back up until on one pass I felt a heavy pressure against my thumb, and I knew I had touched the base of her left breast.

This was crazy! What was I doing? My conscious mind reasserted itself suddenly and I wanted to pull away. This was so wrong. But I was getting turned on, and my hunger for a loving touch overrode that shamed part of myself, and I snuggled myself even more tightly up to my mother, smoothing my right hand up over her stomach until I could feel it pushing the robe itself up underneath her heavy tit. My mother gasped then.

"Oh, baby boy. My baby boy," she said, and her arm tightened on my back and her fingers splayed themselves across the back of my head, and she pulled my head down even more. I turned my face to the left slightly as she did so, and my nose pushed inside the dark folds of her robe and then the hem slid over my cheek and I was in darkness. I could dimly and blurrily see my mother's tit just in front of my face, and then the other hem of her robe slid underneath my left cheek and the left side of my face was suddenly pressed against the bare flesh between her massive, sagging tits. My cock hardened instantly. "It's okay, baby," she burbled. "Mommy has you. Mommy's here, baby."

I pulled her against me with my left arm, and my face moved slightly forward until my lips and nose were just barely touching the soft skin of her boob. "Oh, Mommy," I moaned, "I love you."

"Oh baby, I love you too."

My right hand seemed to have a life of its own. This entire time it had been moving down over her stomach, and then down to her waist, then around out over her wide hip, then over her plump thigh, and back up the stomach until I was almost but not quite cupping the curve of her breast in my hand, and then down again. Over and over in one big circle of heat and love and touch.

I paused for a second, feeling the last cry of my worried mind fade, and then I slid my right hand down my mother's hip until it was cupped almost on her butt, and then I pulled her against me as I snuggled toward her, and then my lips touched her breast and a fire shot through me.

"Oh baby," my mother murmured, and she shivered. Her fingers tightened against the back of my head, and then, as we hugged each other tightly on the couch, both of us stopped all our movement. Her hand continued to exert pressure with her fingers on the back of my head, and my face slowly pushed harder and harder against the puddingy softness of her breast. She was breathing very heavily now, and as we stayed frozen in our mother-son cuddle, her hand continued to draw my lips and face inexorably across her heavy tit.

Slowly, slowly, millimeter by millimeter, my lips moved over her soft, motherly tit-flesh. I heard a loud laugh from the now-forgotten television set. Still more slowly. It was the most exquisitely tantalizing feeling I had ever felt in my life. My own lips pressed against the warm smooth satin of my mother's boob. I wanted this moment to progress. I wanted it to last forever. I wanted it to end. My cock was more rigid than it had ever been in my life, and it throbbed in time with my heartbeat.

My mother pulled again, and I could feel the smooth skin touching my lips slowly become more and more rough. Bumpy. Pebbly. I realized that my lips were now on her aureole. The hem of her robe fell away from my eyes as the robe was pushed off of her shoulder, but it still covered my cheek and mouth.

"Oh, my baby," my mom said in a voice so soft I could barely hear her. "Oh, my baby boy. Oh, yes. Oh, yes, my baby boy."

As she murmured comfortingly down at me, I felt something stiff pushing against my lips. With a shock I realized it was my mom's nipple. As she continued to pressure my head against her tit, I slowly felt the cherry-sized knob of flesh push against the corner of my mouth, and then between my lips, forcing them to open slightly, and then more widely as my mom pulled my head against her chest and the stiff nub moved into the center of my mouth.

"Oh, yes," she sighed softly. She began to rub the back of my head gently, in small circles. "Oh, yes, baby. Oh yes, my baby. Mommy has you."

Unbelievingly, I gave the barest suck at this strange lump of flesh in my mouth. My mind was doing backflips and as I consciously realized that my mother's tit was in my mouth, my left hand pulled urgently at the base of my mother's back, and my right hand pulled at her butt, and she moaned slightly as I pulled her against me. I sucked again, and my mom moaned very softly, then continued with her simple mantra.

"Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, baby. Oh yes."

I sucked a little more firmly now, bringing my tongue forward to touch the rough nubbin of flesh I held between my lips. My mother shivered again, and then pushed her chest forward against me while pulling on the back of my head, and my mouth opened wide and I felt my lips touching the edge of her aureole, and I gently sucked in a massive mouthful of mother-tit while my tongue continued gently touching her large nipple. Mom's right hand began to move over my back, pulling and pushing at my shoulder, but her other hand just held me there lovingly against her breast, holding me to her sagging, meaty boob as I sucked and licked at her warm flesh. I was pulling her against me with both my left and right hands, and her legs opened a little as I lifted her left hip up with the force I was exerting.

I moaned into her hot tit-flesh, and Mom gasped. "Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby," she repeated over and over as her hand ran over my shoulders and her other hand pulled me rythmically against her. I sucked at her tit, an indescribable feeling sweeping me away, the love I felt for my mom mixing uneasily with the massive desire I felt building up inside me and the shame I still felt in the back of my mind for even being in this awkward position.




Mom's Visit Makes It All Better



"Oh, baby!" she moaned loadly as I increased my sucking at her breast. My right hand left her hip and I slid it up onto her arm and her shoulder and then when I felt her bare shoulder, I pulled my hand down slowly, feeling for the first time with my fingers the rounded plumpness of her big saggy tit, and then I slid my hand down farther until my palm was touching and cupping her massive breast, the heaviness of it filling my hand, overflowing it. I began to knead it gently, and lift it, pushing it toward my face so that her breast puddled up underneath my mouth, and I began to suckle even more firmly.

I stopped worrying about what I was doing, and instead just focused on the feelings that were coursing through my body. My old mom was hugging me against her, pulling my head against her tit and her hips were rocking slightly, lifting off of the couch and pushing against my right arm as I ran my right hand all over her squishy breast and then slid it down into her robe, sliding over her bare flesh until I was holding her waist in my fingers, the feel of her naked skin tingling every nerve in my fingertips. She pushed her crotch up against my right elbow, which was resting at the juncture of her thighs, and I could feel her grinding slightly against it, so I held it firm as my mother pushed against me.

I licked and sucked at just that one great teat, slurping up as much titflesh as I could, pulling it into my mouth, and then gently nibbling on the fat nipple with my lips, and my mom shook a little, and her left hand left the back of my head and moved to my right shoulder, and then with both hands on my shoulders, she pulled me against her strongly. I couldn't breathe, my nose was pressed so deeply into her breast, but the feel of that glorious motherly tit was so thrilling that I just continued to suck and slurp even more strongly on her boob. I wasn't thinking any more, I was just enjoying the feeling of the most delicious breast I had even tasted, reveling in the feeling of a boob that was just made for my mouth.

"Oh God, Oh baby, Oh God, Oh baby, my baby, my baby boy. Oh god," my mom moaned and then as I continued to massage her breast and suck on her nipple, she quivered once, twice, and then her body gave a great shudder, and she crushed me against her, her legs quivering, and and she continued to shake I wonderingly felt my own cock throb in response, and then the explosive release as I blasted jet after jet of cum into my sweatpants.

We sat there for a few minutes, and then slowly disentangled ourselves with a little embarassment. We didn't look at each other directly, but we still leaned against each other as we watched the rest of the movie. When it ended, mom got up and went to the bedroom, kissing me on the top of the head, and saying "Good night."

I lay there on the couch trying to sleep, but as I remembered how intense the feelings of love and lust had been as I had sucked my own mother's tit, my cock got hard again, and I masturbated again.

***

The next morning I awoke feeling great, until the memory of what had happened the night before shot into my mind. I blushed lying there in my bed, and I wondered how I would ever face my mother. Perhaps I could just stay in bed, plead sickness. What was I thinking, forcing myself on my mother?

But then I remembered how she had enjoyed it too, and even though I was embarrassed, I figured I would just try to deal with the situation as best I could. 

As I lay there, trying to plan my reaction, I could hear my mom humming happily. She was in the kitchen, and I could hear the water turning on and off, and then the smell of breakfast cooking filled my nostrils. "oh, fuck it," I thought to myself, and I got up and pulled on a t-shirt and some basketball shorts.

I brushed my teeth and then went out into the hall and down to the kitchen.

My mother was standing in front of the sink, washing a pan, and she was still wearing her faded blue robe. In the light of the day, I could see that it was so threadbare that with the sunshine streaming in the window, I could basically see right through it. I could see her wide ass and plump legs, the bulge of flesh at her waist, and then the slight curves of her breasts pushing out the sides of the robe. My cock went rigid immediately, and I almost turned around and walked back into the bedroom, but just then Mom turned her head and smiled at me.

"Good morning, baby," she said happily. "Did you sleep good?"

"Um, yea," I answered hesitantly. It looked she wasn't upset, and in fact she wasn't even going to mention it. Alright!

"Come give your mother a kiss," she said. I walked up behind her and put my arms around her waist from behind. I pulled her against me in a sort of awkward hug, making sure not to press my stiff penis against her, and I puckered up my lips. Mom turned her head the left and then turned her body, too, and I wasn't quick enough, her generous hip pressed against my leg and then slid over my stiff pole and in that position, with her hip pressed firmly against my groin, she kissed me. Our lips met and I could feel the warmth and softness of them, and I hugged her against me. She pushed her lips hard against mine, and for a moment I thought I could feel her tongue poking between them, touching my lips, but then she pulled away and turned back to the sink.

"Mmmm, good morning indeed," she said.

I disengaged my arms from around her.

"Sit down," she said, "and I'll serve you breakfast."

"Sweet!" I sat.

She put a plate of scrambled eggs and home fries in front of me, and then said, "I'm going to go take a shower. Maybe after you eat and shower, we can go shopping?"

"Sure, mom," I said through a mouthful of eggs. I steadfastly refused to think about either last night or how my mom's lips had felt as I kissed her just moments ago. "Don't think about it," I told myself as I ate. "Just don't think about it."

***

When we finally arrived home, it was already late. Mom had always been a dedicated shopper, and today had been no exception. We had gone to no fewer than four separate malls, and I was beat. I hate shopping in the first place, but then with all the carrying and walking... Phew! I was ready to relax. As Mom went into the bathroom, I went back down to the car and grabbed all the various bags and boxes that she had collected.

Not that she was a shopaholic. No. She had bought a digital camera, which she had wanted for a few years, but with my advice she was finally able to get a good deal. She had bought some sandals for walking around the neighborhood, and a few books to read. And finally some presents for her many friends back home. I dumped everything onto the floor of the living room, and then as I straightened up, I heard her voice from the bedroom.

"Hey, baby?"

"Yea, mom?"

"Didn't you say you had a hot tub here?"

My mind reeled. Did my mom want to go in the hot tub with me? I felt slightly disgusted with my eagerness about the possibility. Nothing untoward had happened today, and I had almost convinced myself that last night hadn't happened. Except that it had. "Um, yea mom, we do."

"Oh, good," she said happily. "I'm beat from all this shopping. Would you like to go to the hot tub with me? If you don't you can just tell me where it is..."

"That sounds great," I said quickly.

"Then do me a favor," she called. "Please bring me that yellow bag - the one from the clothing store?"

I grabbed the bag and walked to the door of the bedroom, and then it opened and her arm stretched out. "Por favor?" she said.

I put the handle in her hand and she pulled it inside and then the door shut again. When it opened a few minutes later, my mother stood there with a big beach towel wrapped around her. The shee cloth of a one-piece bathing suit rose from under the towel up over her shoulders.

She smiled. "Your turn."

I changed in about twenty seconds, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist, and then we headed down to the hot tub.

There was no one else there when we got there, so I put my towel on the back of a chair and then extended my hand for my mom's towel. She looked me in the eyes and grinned nervously, and then took it off and handed it to me. I stood there for a moment forgetting to take it from her as I eyed her body. Her rounded stomach was clearly visible even in the dim light by the tub, but her big boobs pushed out much further than it did, and they hung down heavily, even with the support of the suit. She dropped the towel in my hand as I stood there frozen, and as I turned to hang it up next to mine, she entered the tub.

"Oh, it's hot," she exclaimed.

I stepped in as she settled down to a sitting position, then I asked her if she wanted the jets on.

"Not yet," she said. "Right now this just feels so good."

I continued to get in then, and ended up sitting down on the opposite side of the hot tub from her. "Oh, man, you are so right," I said.

We sat there for several minutes, just enjoying the heat of the hot water penetrating into our muscles, and the idle currents in the water gently waved our legs back and forth, and sometimes they bumped into each other, and I could feel her smooth skin against my calves.

"This is so nice," my mom said. She turned her head from side to side and then leaned it back and rolled it around, stretching her neck out.

"Does your neck hurt?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. "All that driving and then... well... yes."

"Come here," I said, "and I'll give you a neck rub."

With no hesitation, my mother slipped into the water until only her head was above it, and then her head floated toward me, and I could see the dim security lights reflected in her eyes. She turned and stood up, and then sat herself right in front of me. I wasn't ready, and as she did, I had to scoot up, but I couldn't move back far enough and I ended up with my legs spread, with my mother's fat ass pressed right up against me. Even in the heat of the hot tub, the touch of her body was enough to start the blood rushing to my cock, and pressed as it was right up against the crack of her ass, I knew that if I got an erection, it would be immediately obvious to her. Oh well. I had already thrown caution to the winds the previous night, and I was prepared to ignore all my normal reservations at the moment because the feel of my mother's touch was like balm to my soul (and fire to my passion).

I raised my hands and put them on her shoulders, and as I began to massage them, my mother sighed happily. "That feels great," she said. She groaned softly as I continued to rub her shoulders and neck, and as I dug my fingers into her soft flesh, she leaned forward, putting her hands on her knees to prop herself up. However, as she leaned forward her meaty ass pushed back more firmly against me, and my cock stiffened in response. I could feel it lengthening, sliding forward into the only space available to it, the crack between her buttocks, underneath her, and as it did, she pushed back a slight bit more and let out another groan.

"Keep going, baby," she said. 

I realized I had stopped as the feel of my hard cock pushing against the meat of my mother's ass took over my attention, and I started to rub her neck again.

"Mmmm, yes," she said huskily. "Mmmmmm."

I began to pull my fingers against her shoulders, digging into the soft spaces, and this had the effect of pulling her against me. Her soft, fleshy ass pressed tightly against my inner thighs and stomach, and my cock strained against my suit, pointing straight forward underneath her. It almost hurt to have my penis straight like that, but I wouldn't have stopped for all the world. I was in heaven with my old mother's big butt pushing against my body, with my cock constrained between us, stiff as a board.

"Mmmmmm, yes," she moaned again, and she pushed back more firmly, and I could feel my cock pushed right up against her. I was going crazy. My body was on fire, and my cock pulsed strongly.

I couldn't stand it. I felt like I was going to come, but I didn't want to, so I slid my hands down off of her shoulders and I felt the pressure of her body against mine lessen slightly. She didn't say a word, but she leaned back against me, and her butt slid forward a little bit, but my cock was still pressing against her. Her hands lifted to my hands, and she grabbed them in hers and then pulled them forward in front of her as she nestled back against me.

I couldn't believe I was doing this with my mom. I was so excited that I felt like my entire body was seething with electricity. It was so wrong, so nasty, but at the same time I had never felt anything like this. The passion that inflamed me was unreasoning, overpowering. Somewhere in the back of my mind I wanted to cringe with shame, but the rest of me just wanting to keep touching this beautiful woman, to keep caressing her soft smooth flesh and to feel her warm softness pressed against me.

My mother pulled my arms around her, and to my surprise, she placed one hand on each sagging, heavy tit. Her hands stayed on top of mine, and she sighed with contentment. I stayed still, afraid to move and somehow upset this magical scene. My fingers slowly stretched out, and I could feel how big her breasts were, with much more titflesh outside of my grasp than inside. I could feel her big stiff nipples underneath my palms, and as we sat there, with my mother's round body leaning back against mine, I began to ever so gently flex my fingers. Even though I was barely moving, I knew my mother could feel it, because she gasped in a small breath, and then her hands pressed gently against mine, pushing them against her big boobs, and then she started to pull my hands in small circles, my fingers softly grabbing at her baggy teats, and her stiff nipples bending under the pressure of my palms.

"Mom-" I began.

"Shhhh. It's okay." she said softly. "Just relax." Her hands left my hands and then I felt them on my outer thighs, and I tightened my grip on her, pulling her back against me, pulling her heavy ass back into position right above my cock as I slid a little lower in the water. It was almost as if my mom were lying on top of me, and her hands grabbed onto my thighs and began to rub back and forth gently on them, running from knee to hip. I continued to softly massage her big tits, which were spreading out almost flat. 

"Yes, baby," she said in a soft motherly voice. "That's nice." Her hands increased their pace on my thighs, and she slid down a little more, and I could feel her soft ass rubbing against my swollen cock as she did.

I continued to pull and rub on her breast with my right hand while I moved my left hand down until it was rubbing her stomach, from side to side and top to bottom. As my thumb and fingers moved directly over my mother's right nipple, my mom leaned her head back against me and I moved mine slightly to the side so that I ended up with my mouth right against her neck just below her ear.

"Ummmmm," she moaned. I pinched her nipple softly between my finger and thumb, then began to pull gently at it, pulling it from side to side, and then away from her body so that her breast would lift up slightly. It was difficult to do with her swimsuit covering her flesh, but it lent a sensuousness to the feeling, as if I wasn't quite really touching her. As I played with her nipple, my other hand continued to slide over my mother's stomach, and I revelled in the feeling of her flesh under my hand. I cupped her round belly from the bottom and pulled her up and against me and she let out a loud groan as I did. I was breathing against her neck, smelling her scent, and I couldn't help myself, I kissed her neck.

She cried out then, but stopped herself, and for a second she stopped moving, and then her hands started rubbing my thighs even more vigourously, and she began to move her ass in a tiny circle on top of me, very slowly, but I could feel the different pressures it was creating on my throbbing cock. My pulling and tugging at her nipple became more intense, and mom was hissing with every breath she took. My left hand slid down a little more, and even as I asked myself how far I was prepared to go, my hand with a mind of its own slid down her groin until I could feel the crinkly hairs underneath the slick cloth of the bathing suit. I pressed my fingers against her, pushing gently but firmly until I could feel my fingertip touch the beginning of her cleft and as it touched her there, she cried out again, and her ass tilted back and pressed very firmly against me. I was lost in the sheer pleasure of touching my mother's soft body, and I couldn't even say anything, so I just lay there pressing my cock against her ass, pulling and pushing at her nipple and heavy tit, and pressing my fingers against her slit while her hands tightened at the back of my thighs and pulled me against her.

I had never felt so excited in my life. The wrongness of what was happening only added to my heightened state, and I thrilled with the sensation. Even my wife had never made me feel like this. I began to lick and kiss my mom's neck as she pulled me against her with her hands, then let go, then pulled me up again, in effect causing me to hump myself against her ass. I continued to squish and press her tit with my right hand as we did so, and I began to slide the fingers of my left hand up and down her slit as gently and teasingly as I could. I slurped at her neck, licking and sucking at her warm, wet skin, and my mother moaned with pleasure. I kissed and sucked my way down to her shoulder, her moaning softly the entire time, and then slowly licked my way back up her neck to her ear. I pulled my left hand up from her sex, and slid it over her left breast, and then as I kissed her ear and gently nibbled on the lobe, I began to play with her left breast just as I was doing with the right one, pushing the nipple firmly from side to side, trying to grab it through the slick bathing suit. 

"Oh, god, baby," my mom finally said. She turned her head to face me, and her body slid to the side as she did until she was lying almost on her side on top of me. She lifted her face to mine, and she stared deep into my eyes. I was trembling with anticipation and excitement, and though my right hand was now trapped behind her, my left hand continued to rub and cup her breasts. She leaned her face forward and placed her lips on mine and a jolt of electricity shot through me as I realized I was kissing my own mother. Not like a son, but like a lover. Our lips pressed together, a little unsurely at first, but then she opened her mouth slightly, and so did I, and she moaned into my mouth and that was all it took. Our tongues swirled out and my brain went into hyperdrive as I consciously realized I was french-kissing my mother, and as my deep passion lent an incredible intensity to the the amazing feeling of my mother's lips on mine and her tongue inside my mouth. 

Our tongues danced together, twisting around each other, and our mouths opened wide, then wider as if we were trying to devour each other. My mouth was stretched wide open against hers, straining against hers, and our tongues slid over and under and around each other again and again. Time seemed to stop as I focused all my attention on the feel of my mother's hungry kiss, the sloppiness of it.

Suddenly my mother pulled her lips away from mine, and then she turned away from me. Her body slid back into its previous position, with her heavy ass pressing againt my cock. She sat up, and my hands fell to her waist. She leaned forward, lifting her butt from me, and she reached back behind her, not looking at me. I sat there unmoving, my hands resting softly on her hips. I felt her fingers at my waist, and then I felt them at the top of my bathing trunks. She reached inside just enought to grab the ties, and then she pulled them loose, still looking away from me. I pressed my feet against the bottom of the hot tub, and my neck against the edge, and I lifted my pelvis. My mother pulled at my bathing suit, and I felt her slip, so I slid my hands down a little lower until they were cupping her butt, and I pushed hard to help hold her up. With this support, my mother let go of my trunks, and then she leaned forward, bending over, and then I felt her hands reaching underneath her, sliding over the front of my groin, touching for a second on my straining rod, and then when they touched the waistband, sliding outwards slightly, and then she pulled hard, pulling my trunks down off of my waist. As my trunks slid lower on my body, my rigid cock popped free and it touched her inner arm for a moment.




Mom's Visit Makes It All Better



This entire scene was played out in utter silence. There was no sound except for our heavy breathing. I pushed against my mom's ass, holding her up as she continued pulling my trunks down until I could slide one leg out and then use it to push my trunks off my other leg. When I did, Mom reached down into the water and caught them up and draped them over the side, and then she kept one hand between her legs as she put the other one down on my thigh to support herself.

I was insane with excitement, with the forbidden thrill of being in such a compromising position with my mom. My cock was rock-hard, and I wanted to pull my mom down on top of me. Even as I thought that, my mom lowered herself, still leaning forward, and I felt her ass cheeks press against my belly with a tantalizing thrill, and then I could feel my cock pressing against something.

"Oh god," was all mom said. Then, "Sit up."

I scooted back until I was sitting up against the wall, and mom slid her ass down from my belly as I did and then onto my lap again, and then we were back in our original position except that my naked cock was now pressed against her ass. My hands automatically reached for her breasts, but because she was leaning forward, all I could do was pull gently on them as they hung down inside her suit. I didn't think, but just slid my hands up to the top of her chest, and then I pulled at the straps of the bathing suit until they slid down her arms. "Yes, my baby boy," Mom moaned, and I peeled her bathing suit down until her heavy tits swung free from her body and plopped into the water. I grabbed the sagging sacs in my hands, cupping the heavy meaty titflesh in my fingers, gently pinching her large stiff nipples between my first two fingers on each hand, squeezing the stiff nub of flesh until she hissed with pleasure.

My mother leaned her whole body forward then, and I was compelled to move with her. As she fell forward, her left arm came up to reach in front of her and grab onto the opposite side of the hot tub. I clung onto her breasts as if they were handles, and I ended up standing on the bottom of the hot tube, with my mother's generous ass pressed right against my groin, my penis once again pushed downward, and as she spread her legs I could feel the tip of my cock pushing against the smooth material of her suit. Then I felt my mother's fingers brush the tip as she slid her hand underneath the crotch of her suit and then pulled it to the side. Her fingers then touched my cock, and I involuntarily leaned forward, pushing her forward too, and as we moved, she grabbed the tip of my pole and I felt her aiming it, and then I could feel the the very tip of my dick pressing against a soft, slick depression. My hands tightened on her boobs, and my fingers clenched, pinching her thick rubbery nipples, and she groaned deeply but quietly.

I paused for a second, but no longer. I couldn't wait. The tip of my cock was pressed against my mother's hairy slit, my fingers were sunk deep into her soft saggy tits, and every fiber of my body was trembling with anticipation. Could I do this? Could I actually do this with my mother?

No answer was necessary, because without waiting any more, I pushed my hips forward and my mom gave out a long low moan as the tip of my swollen penis pushed against her pussy lips, and then inside the secret motherly warmth of her cunt. It was like heaven, even that small amount, and the buttery heat of her juicy slit was the best feeling I had ever felt. I grunted with the sheer pleasure of the feeling of my mom's lips opening for my stiff cock, sliding over the head, parting before it, allowing it to enter where a son should never enter his mother.

My mom groaned too, and I pushed gently on her ass with my hands until she moved forward a little more, bending over a slight bit more, her legs separating, her ass tilting up until she was almost horizontal, and I pushed my hips again, driving another inch of my cock into my mom's welcoming pussy. She let out another groan, and then before I could stop her, she drove herself back at me, pushing until my cock slipped more and more deeply into her widening cunt, pushing her lips open, driving the stiff cockmeat into her hot, slick hole. Nothing had ever felt as right as my cock slipping into my mother's twat; it was as if she was made for me, designed to fit my cock exactly, her inner walls gripping my shaft, tightening and loosening as I accomodated her hungry pressure. Her ass pressed up tightly against me, the wide cheeks spreading before me as my cock delved into her sliding further and further until it could go no deeper and I was lodged right up against my mother, my cock as far as it could go, my hands still cupping her meaty tits, her fat ass touching me all over the front of my thighs with an indescribable sensation of love and lust and hunger and desire.

"Oh, baby," my mom moaned softly, "that feels so good, honey. Oh, baby, you make your momma so happy."

I slid my hands down off of her breasts and onto her wide hips, resting them on her waist as I pulled her even more tightly against me, pressing that fat ass into me as if we could become one person if I only pulled hard enough. "Oh, mom," was all I could say.

"Yes, baby, I know. I know." She pushed forward a little pulling her cunt slowly off of my cock and then pushing back again, sliding herself onto my prick until her ass was pressed tightly against me once more. "Does that feel good, baby?"

"Oh, yes," I replied quickly.

"Do you like your mommy's pussy, baby?"

"Oh yes, mom," I said, and I pushed her forward myself, slowly peeling her steaming cunt from my pole, and then I pulled on her hips, sliding her back against me, sliding her juicy slit back around my cock.

"Do you really like my pussy, baby?" my mom said, still not looking at me, but wiggling her ass very slightly in a slow figure eight motion.

"Oh, god, mom," I said urgently, "I've never felt anything like it!"

"I've wanted you for so long," she said. "I've always wanted you to be back inside me, back inside my pussy."

I pushed her forward again, then pulled her back. It was still slow, but there were no pauses now. Very, very slowly, I was fucking my own mother, sliding my swollen cock into my own mother's pussy, doing something so taboo, so forbidden, that the very wrongness of it only added to my confused desire.

"I've always wanted you, too, mother," I replied as I continued to increase the pace of our pumping, pushing my mother forward and pulling her back, feeling the soft pudding of her assflesh slap against my thighs as we humped at each other. I didn't have to pull on her, because she was pushing back so strongly, her motherly body straining to reach mine, her fat cunt slurping hungrily at my meat, pulling it deeper and deeper inside her with every thrust.

"Oh, baby," she mewled as I began to pump her more ferociously, pulling that motherly ass back against me, reaching forward with my swollen cock to push as deep as I could inside my mother's cunt. The water in the hot tub was swaying to and fro with our motions, and it began to slosh out over the edges as I pumped hungrily, desperately at my mother's twat, shoving my cock deep inside the only woman who ever really loved me.

She was moaning with each thrust now, and so was I, and we were no longer trying to be quiet.

"Oh, god, baby," she cried as I shoved my cock in and out of her buttery pussy, her lips sliding up and down the shaft of my cock, the swollen head staying inside, but just barely each time. "I love you, my baby boy, I love you so much."

"I love you, mommy," I hissed as I continued to hunch my cock up inside my mother, pushing my prick deep into my mother's secret place, "I love you, I love you, mom."

My mom was humping her ass back up at me as fast as I was slamming my cock into her cunt. I loved the feeling of her ass cheeks pressing against my thighs with each deep thrust.

"Yes, baby, yes baby," my mom was crying over and over, "Love your mommy, love your mommy."

"I do," I replied as I pummelled her hole with my dick, my hands dug deeply into her waist so that I could pull her back against me over and over, the delicious feeling of her pussy sliding over my cock the most sensual thing I had ever felt.

"Love your mommy, love your mommy," she continued to repeat, and as I slammed my cock over and over into her fat cunt, spearing into her, driving deep inside her, I felt the beginnings of my orgasm start.

"I'm gonna," I panted, "I'm gonna... gonna... gonna..."

"Oh yes, baby," she hissed wickedly. She humped back at me with increasing speed and strength, driving me to impale her with my bloated meat. "Come for me, baby, come for your mommy, come for mommy, come for mommy..." She kept repeating that part as we slammed our bodies together over and over, faster and faster, and then I felt it coming.

"I'm-"

"Yessssss"

My cock throbbed wildly as come erupted from the tip, boiling into my mother's pussy, jet after jet, spasm after spasm, and even as I began to spurt my seed into my mother's womb, she began to shudder and shake, and her pussy clenched around my cock tightly and she cried out loudly and wordlessly and humped her ass up against my pushing my cock more deeply inside her than I thought it could go, her ass cheeks quivering as she pressed herself against me with both her hands on the edge of the tub and I pushed back into her, hunching over my mother's body, pulling myself into her with the pressure of my hands at her waist. I shook with the force of my own orgasm, feeling aftershocks echoing through me as the last of my sperm shot into my mother and she shivered with her own pleasure, keeping me clasped deep inside the velvey sheath of her cunt.

We stayed like that for a long moment, and then without a word, we got out of the hot tub, put our suits back on, and went upstairs. But that's another story.



Mom's Visit: Repercussions



It was hard for me to believe, and every time I thought about it, my mind spun. I had just done something that wasn't supposed to be done. I had screwed my own mom.

I leaned forward and pressed my forearms against the cool tile of the shower wall. The hot water beat down on my shoulders and neck as I hung my head down. As the water coursed down my back and legs, an image suddenly popped into my head - an image of the previous night, of my own mother lying back on top of me, me grabbing at her tits, of us- Oh my god! Fucking!

I felt nervous, filled with discomfort; my heart was pumping. How could I face her again? My god, how embarrassing! And all that mommy/baby stuff we were saying - where did that come from? Yet even through the shame and confusion, I felt my cock grow heavy and solid, just thinking about how she had felt.

This was crazy. I felt like I was going to explode. I closed my eyes and forced the images from my head; there would be time to worry about this later, plenty of time, I was sure. I finished washing up and stepped out of the shower.

I dried quickly and shaved, then, wearing a pair of boxers and a t-shirt, I went out into the bedroom. Mom was still sleeping there, her long dark and silver hair spread out in a fan on the sheet, her thin cotton nightgown pushed out to the sides by her flattened sagging boobs. I couldn't look away. Now that I knew my mother as a sexual creature, it was hard to flip my mind back and just see her as "mom". Just looking at her reminded me of the feel of my dick in her pussy and our moans and cries as we fucked in the hot tub. My cheeks reddened, and the guilt overcame me again.

I quickly left the room, closing the door behind me, and went out to the living room where I put away the blanket and pillow I had used on the couch last night. By the time we returned from the hot tub, the tension between us had become awkward and uncomfortable. We didn't even speak, just went our separate ways, with just the merest hug and muttered good night. I don't know what my mom had been feeling, but my own mind was stunned by just how fucked up this was, and how it could change everything completely. Man oh man, my mind had raced until the wee hours of the morning.

I went about my morning ritual like a robot, mechanically making coffee, dressing, eating some yogurt and fruit, and then I sat down to check my email. When I realized that after twenty minutes I still hadn't finished reading the first message because my mind kept drifting off into worry, I got up. I looked into the bedroom to see that Mom was still sleeping, so I left a note on the counter saying I would be back soon and went for a walk.

When I got back to the apartment an hour or so later, I had picked up a copy of the paper for Mom, because she refused to use computers. I unlocked the door and went in. My mother was sitting at the kitchen table, clad in her blue robe, drinking a cup of coffee. She turned her head to look at me, but when our eyes met, both of us quickly looked away. 

"Um, good morning," I muttered. "Here's the paper." I held it out to her.

She took it from me. "Thank you, baby," she said, and then she bit her lip. Obviously she was reminded of last night as quickly as I was when she said that, and I imagined her cheeks were burning like mine were.

"You're welcome," I replied after a long pause. I didn't know what else to say. I felt like an idiot. I felt like a pervert. And even as I stood there silently, in my mind I imagined leaping across the short space between us, bridging the chasm and dragging her to me, forcing my mouth onto hers, roughly kneading her breast with my hand, and this was almost worse than the shame of knowing what we had done - wanting it, somewhere tortured inside me, to happen again. Abruptly I turned and walked away down the hall.

I grabbed a book at random off of my bookshelf and then went back out and into the living room. I sat on the couch and opened the book and tried to read, but I couldn't concentrate. I sat there for several minutes, and when I turned my head, I saw that Mom and the newspaper were gone, probably to the bathroom.

I put the book down on the coffee table and stretched. I didn't know what to do, or how to approach my mom. Every time I imagined talking to her, all I could feel was embarrassment. I loved her still, but the love and trust which a man normally has for his mother was all swirled up with desire and lust and guilt, roiling in my mind ceaselessly. Even if we could come to accept we had done this, where could it go? What possible ending could it have but a bad one? With my thoughts still muddled and confused, I lifted my feet up onto the sofa, turned, and laid my head back on the arm of the sofa. My eyes shut.

***

When they opened , the sun was no longer shining brightly in through the front windows. It had passed to the west, leaving the room shady. The first thing my eyes focused on was a note taped to the door. I sat up, then got up and walked to the door. The note was in my mother's neat handwriting, and it said simply, "I have gone shopping. I'll be back to make you dinner. Love, Mom." My eyes blurred momentarily, and I pulled the note from the door, crumpling it in my hand. I was mad at her for leaving, except that I realized that I had done the same thing, first with my own note, and then by falling asleep. How could I be mad at her for simply mirroring my actions?

I laughed at myself then, and felt a little better than I had all day. My spirits lifted slightly; thinking of my mom without the sexual component settled me down somewhat. I began to clean the house.

I was washing the dishes from breakfast when I heard the door open, and my Mom call, "Can you help me, please?"

I dried my hands on a dish towel and then walked to the door. My mom was making her way in carrying several grocery bags. I quickly grabbed them from her, and as I walked to the kitchen, she turned to get another that was still outside the door. I began putting the food away, seeing lots of vegetables, fish, rice, beans, and fruit. Healthy food. My mom walked into the kitchen carrying the last bag, and I turned from folding the bags to look at her.

She was wearing a brightly colored skirt with handwoven human figures cavorting on it. Her shirt was a bright blue sleeveless blouse, and a looped necklace of silver rice-beads hung from her neck. Her hair was pulled up behind her, and her soft brown eyes looked directly at mine. She had strange look on her face, and I could see the faint wrinkles at the corner of her mouth and eyes. I reached out and took the bag from her and without looking away, I placed it on the counter to my left. Then I took the initiative.

"I'm sorry, Mom," I began. I stepped toward her. "I feel like I've been ignoring-"

"Hey, it's okay," she interrupted. "Don't worry about it. You've got enough to think about without me messing it up."

I couldn't let her take the responsibility for what we had done. "But-"

"But nothing." She planted her hands on her hips. "I said don't worry. What's done is done."

I froze, then - too late - reached out to her, but she was already turning away. I hissed under my breath with frustration, then unpacked the last bag angrily. As I finished, Mom came back into the kitchen. I turned to face her, determined not to miss my chance. I lifted my arms, and as she brushed by me, I turned her to face me, my hands on her shoulders. I looked straight into her eyes, waited while she looked away, then looked back. She looked sad.

"I really am sorry, Mom," I said. My fingers tightened slightly on her shoulders, but she made no response. "I shouldn't have done what I- what-" I trailed off. Her expression didn't change. I stepped forward and hugged her, but she was unresponsive, and barely put her arms around me, then pushed me away after a second. "Mom?" I asked.

"I want to cook dinner," she said quietly. "I'm hungry."

I let go of her and walked out of the kitchen. The feelings of rejection that were running through me were overwhelming. It wasn't even that I wanted my mom sexually right now; I just wanted my mom. What was going on? Why couldn't I say what I wanted. Hell, what did I want? What did she want? The questions kept coming. Did she hate me for what had happened? Resent me? Did she want it to happen again, or for us never to speak of it? I felt frustrated and alone, and the happiness which had briefly sustained me slowly ebbed away.

I sat at the computer and idly played a game. Eventually my mother called from the kitchen that dinner was ready, and I slowly got up, went to wash my hands, and then made my way to the table. There was a seat set for one, a salad, and a beautifully cooked filet of fish with rice and asparagus. I looked into the kitchen, and there was a used plate on the counter. My mom had eaten before calling me, then left me to my meal.

I couldn't take it. I wasn't hungry. I went to the door of the bedroom, and knocked. There was no answer. I knocked again.

"I'm tired," came my mother's voice through the door. "I'm going to bed."

"I need to talk to you," I replied. "Mom!" There was no answer. I stood there for a minute, and seeing nothing was forthcoming, I went back down the hall, and sat on the sofa. What was happening? My mom was only here for another day, but I couldn't bear the thought of another day like this one, empty and alone. What could I do? How could I make this situation better? How could I fix it? Was it even possible, or were my mother and I destined to part on morose, empty terms, never to even share our original mother-son bond? I pulled off my t-shirt, balled it up, and threw it at the door. The situation felt hopeless. I scrubbed my face with my hands furiously, as if I could wash away all the emotions that churned within me.

I don't know how long I sat there, but eventually I heard the door to the bedroom open, and then my mother's steps coming down the hall. I didn't bother to turn. There was a long pause when she entered the living room, so long that I began to wonder if I was imagining it. Just as I made up my mind to turn and look, I heard my mother's clothing rustle as she began to walk again, and I felt her presence loom up behind me. I sat, silent, not knowing what to do.

Then I felt her hands on my shoulders. Her touch, just that tiny bit of touch was like calm poured onto my emotional storm, and it blew everything out of my mind but the velvety feeling of her fingers on my skin. She just stood there for several seconds, and then she slid her fingers down onto my upper arms and then back up to my shoulders. The tiny hairs on my neck stood up and goosepimples formed on my arms. Her touch was so smooth, it was like nothing I had felt before. I was afraid to do anything to break the spell of the moment, so I continued to just sit there. My mother repeated the movement of her hands over my arms and shoulders again, and then her hands slid down onto the front of my shoulders and pulled me against the back of the couch. My head lolled backward, and I felt it rest on the softness of her rounded belly. She rubbed her hands softly up and down from my neck to my upper arms, and electricity crackled underneath her palms and fingers. Energy was coursing wildly through my body, and my heart was racing, but I remained outwardly calm, concentrating only on how good it felt to have my mom touching me again.

"I'm sorry," she murmured finally. "I'm sorry I was so cold to you, baby."

I tried to lean forward to look up at her, but she held me pressed against the couch, against her soft stomach. "Mom," I replied quietly, "it's me who should be sorry. And I am. I am so sorry. I have never felt so empty before."

"Oh, honey," she said in a concerned voice, it catching in her throat. "I don't want you to feel like that. I'm so sorry." She bent down over me, and as she did I felt the meaty heaviness of her breasts touching and then dragging over the top of my head before they plopped down behind me as she continued to bend over, finally leaning to my right side to plant a kiss on my temple, inadvertently dragging her left breast over my neck as she did. She pulled back for a second, unbending a little, and then her left arm went around my neck and over my chest while her right arm wrapped around my head and pulled it toward her, hugging my head to her so that the entire right side of my face was pressed tightly to her left breast, only the thin layer of white cotton of her nightgown between us, my nose pointed directly into the depths between her boobs.

"I love you, mom," I said, my voice muffled as I talked against her cleavage. "I'm so sorry I couldn't say anything. I was so worried about what happened. I don't even know how to feel."

"It's okay," my mom said. She hugged my head to her, rocking it gently back and forth, and then she kissed the top of my head. "I don't know how to feel either." She unwrapped her arms from me and lifted my chin with her fingers, looking into my eyes with her deep brown ones. "But I do know that I miss my baby boy." She let her hand drop. "I do miss you, you know." She stood there, and I pushed myself up from the couch, stood, and turned to face her. The couch was between us, hiding her from the hips down, but I could see that she was wearing an long white cotton nightgown. It was either threadbare or made to be somewhat sheer because as I gazed at her, I could see the curve where her big saggy teats pushed it away from her chest, the slope of them curving back in, leaving an inch or two of opaque fabric before her stomach pushed the gown forward again. Her nipples were stiff, and I could see not only their dark plumpness through the material, but also the large brown circles of her aureoles. She didn't move, but her breathing deepened as I inspected her, and when my eyes lifted to her face, she was smiling shyly, even though fear as well was written across her countenance.

I smiled at her, trying to erase my own fear and confusion while reassuring her, then I lifted my left arm and extended my hand to her. She lifted her right hand to mine, and then I gently pulled her toward the end of the couch, walking toward it myself, until she came around the end of the couch and we found ourselves facing each other. We stayed there, a couple feet apart, still holding hands, and her eyes dropped from my face, and slowly travelled down my chest to my own slightly rounded belly, and then down to my boxers, and just seeing her look there made my already hardening cock throb, and I could tell she saw it too, because she made a small intake of air, and then she lifted her gaze back up to my face. I smiled again, and then I let my eyes drop myself, again seeing the lumps of her puffy nipples poking against the fabric of her nightgown, and then down to her stomach and below where her hips flared generously, and I imagined I could see a darkness where her legs joined together. I lifted my eyes again, running them hungrily over her body, and then back up to her face and I saw she was smiling too.

I stepped forward and pulled on her hand, making her step forward too, and then we were face to face, our bodies just inches from each other; the heat between us smoldering so intensely I felt as if I would catch on fire. I looked into her eyes. "I don't know exactly what to say, Mom," I began, "but I know that I can't let you leave here with us hating each other. I couldn't bear it." I almost sobbed as I spoke the words, holding back the vast wave of emotion that swept over me.

"I agree," my mom replied in a husky voice, and the relief rushed through me like a flood. She paused for a second, considering her words. "I don't know that I agree with what we did..." She paused. "But I do know that I wasn't lying when I said it was great to have you back in my arms again. I've missed you so much." Her fingers tightened on mine.

"Oh, mom," was all I could choke out before I closed the remaining distance between us and swept her up in a crushing hug. I let go of her hand and wrapped both my arms around her back. Her arms came up as I did, encircling my waist, and we mashed ourselves against each other, all the sadness of the day washing away in the great feelings of love and contentment that washed through me as I held my mom in my arms. It wasn't a sexual thing right now, it was just sweet mother love, my mom's devotion to me evident in the strength and tightness with which she clung to me, her round belly pressed unselfconsciously against my lower stomach, her boobs mashed against my stomach, her head nestled against my chest, her forehead touching my chin. I pulled her against me more tightly, my arms wrapping her inside them, holding her against me as if I couldn't bear to let her go. We stayed like that for several minutes, not saying a word, just revelling in the sheer joy of our bodies touching, our hearts in agreement, just a mother and son demonstrating the love they share show through an extended, loving hug.

Eventually it had to end.

As we stood there, pressed against each other, I became more and more aware of my mother's lush body, of her stiff nipples poking into my chest, of the pressure of her warm stomach against me, of the feel of her plump waist under my fingers, and of the expanse of meaty ass just below where my hands rested. I pulled my head back a little, and then my mom did the same, and she looked up at me. Our eyes met, and I felt a surge of passion and lust that made my knees weak. My mother was breathing very heavily, and her fingers were digging tightly into my back. I leaned my head down, slowly getting nearer to my mom's face, our eyes never leaving each other, and as our faces drew closer, it was as if we were communicating without words. First a question, and then the answer, yes, yes, and yes. My lips parted slightly as they neared my mother's lips, and then I could feel her hot breath on my face. We stared into each other's eyes, and my mothers hands tightened convulsively. I held my position as long as I could stand it, feeling the desire to kiss my mother grow stronger and stronger until I could no longer withstand its force. With a groan, I lowered my lips onto my mother's mouth, and she moaned into my mouth as our lips met, searing me with the heat of her desire.

We kissed hungrily, deeply, our mouths opening wide, pressing against each other, our tongues sliding out and then meeting, swirling around each other, wrestling, sucking and slipping over each other. We breathed heavily through our noses, not wanting to let our mouths come apart for even a moment, and then, as it had last night, the conscious knowledge that it was my very own mother I was french-kissing swept over me, and it made the passion of our lovers' kiss intensify until it felt as if the only thing in the universe that could satisfy me was my own mother's mouth on mine, her tongue pressing and playing with mine. 

My hands slid down from my mother's waist as we continued to suck hungrily at each other's mouths. Her hands were roaming all over my back, sliding back and forth over my skin, from my waist to my shoulders. I felt my hands slide down onto the wide, soft cheeks of her ass, and I spread my fingers as wide as I could and then tightened them into my mother's flesh, lifting her slightly as I pulled at her buttocks. My mother gasped into my mouth then, and as I continued to pull hungrily at her ass, she began to kiss me even more urgently, our faces cocked to the sides so that our wide-open mouths could press completely against each other, the breath whistling in and out of our nostrils a counterpoint to the wordless moans that we both had begun to emit.

My mother's ripe body felt like heaven to me. This heavy flesh was what I had hungered for without knowing it, this thick body the one which ignited my desire into a screaming incandescent lust. I kissed her back, driving my tongue into her mouth, swirling it around her tongue, invading her mouth and then withdrawing, forcing her to suck my tongue back into hers. My hands pulled at her ass, spreading her open, her stance widening slightly, and then my mother pulled her head back from mine, our mouths slowly separating, saliva strings hanging between our lips.




Mom's Visit: Repercussions



"oh, god," my mother groaned. "I can't believe how good you feel."

"Me too, mom," I panted. I let go of her buttocks and my mom sank down back from her tiptoes. My hands went to her waist, and I just looked at her. Her lips were red with passion and still parted moistly. I stepped back and her hands went to my waist and then as I stepped back again, I caught her hands in mine. She smiled. I continued walking backward, pulling my mother with me until I had her standing with the back of her calves against the sofa. I then let go of her hands and then, my hands on her shoulders, pushed her gently down into a sitting position on the couch.

My mother looked up at me. She was sitting on the edge of the couch, her hands on the edge of the seat cushions. Her gray and black hair hung down, framing her face.

"Oh, mom," I said tenderly. I knelt in front of her, pushing her legs apart, and then I put my hands on her thighs. She gasped. I scooted forward on my knees, and as I did, I slid my hands along her thighs until I felt the soft roundness of her stomach. I slid my hands around the side of her belly, pressing myself forward against her, then slid my hands further and down to her hips where they pressed against the sofa. My stiff cock was pressing at my boxers, and as I scooted as far as I could go, I felt my throbbing penis press against my mother's lower belly. I slid my fingers underneath her heavy hips, spreading them wide to catch as much of her body in them as I could, then I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers. 

"Ungh," she moaned as I pulled at her butt, grinding myself against her. Our lips pressed tightly against each other, but our kiss was almost chaste this time, just our lips pressing softly together. My mother's arms came up to encircle my neck, and I slid my right hand out from underneath her and lifted it to her soft huge tit, cupping the outside of the heavy curve in my palm, and as we continued to press out lips together, I lifted her sagging breast in my hand, supporting the heavy titflesh in my hand. 

"Oh, god," I groaned. The feel of my mother's breast in my hand was magical. It was plump and swollen and soft, and I slid my hand over the front of it, my fingers moving easily over the thin material of her gown. I kept her tit pressed up against her chest as my hand moved over the front until I felt her stiff nipple underneath my fingers. I pushed the nipple up, too, bending the stiff nub of flesh upward into the meat of her breast.

"Ungh," my mother cried out, her lips pulling back from our tender kiss. "Oh fuck, baby, do you know what you are doing to your mother?" She hissed as I let her nipple spring back forward, then groaned deeply as I used my thumb and fingers to pinch gently at her nipple through the thin cotton of the gown, pinching it just enough so that I could pull it forward until her saggy tit stretched with it. When her nipple popped free of my grasp, my mom cried out. "Oh, fuck, baby, oh fuck! What are you doing to me?"

"Nothing that you aren't doing to me, mom," I answered. I reached my hand up again and began to fondle her stiff nipple, pinching it and rolling it between my thumb and fingers, and my mom pushed me back from her a little as I continued to rub and push at her swollen tit, and she started to run her hands over my shoulders and chest, the satiny touch of her fingers inflaming me just as much as the feel of her squishy motherly breast in my hand. I reached my right hand up, my left hand still pulling rythymically at her right hip, and as I ran my fingers lightly down her neck to her left shoulder, my mom leaned forward and put her head against my left shoulder.

"Oh, honey," she murmured against me, her hands sliding down to move over my chest and waist, coming closer and closer to the waistband of my boxers, but never quite touching it.

I grabbed the hem of her gown which sat on her shoulder, and I pulled it to the side, sliding it down over her shoulder.

"Oh, fuck, baby," my mom moaned into my shoulder. "Jesus!" Her hands slid around me and I could feel her fingernails scraping gently up my back until my mom clung to me, her arms underneath my armpits, her hands curling up to clutch at my shoulders.

I pulled her gown down lower. My mom sat up as the gown stopped, constrained by the buttons which prevented it from sliding over her tits. Her hands withdrew from me, and she lifted her fingers to the pearly buttons. I grabbed her fingers in my left hand and then lifted them to my mouth, and as I kissed her fingertips, I straightened up and then reached up and slid my hand down inside my mother's nightgown, diving between the outside of her left breast and her arm. My mom groaned as my fingers slid down over the smooth outside of her tit, and then I cupped my fingers underneath the heavy sac, and began to lift it. I let go of her fingers with my other hand, and then I moved it to the neckline of her gown. I hooked my forefinger underneath the hem and pulled on it and my mother shivered. I kept pulling up on her tit with my right hand, sliding it up as my left hand pulled the now strainingly-tight gown down over her chest. Her soft titflesh squished and bulged underneath the edge of the gown obscenely, and my cock lurched as I watched myself pulling my mother's breast out of her nightgown.

My mother was groaning and moaning at the touch of my fingers on her breast, and her eyes were closed, all her senses trying to focus on the feel of her son's hands on her body, touching parts that they normally shouldn't. Her hands had sunk to rest on the couch beside her.

"I love you mom," I said urgently, and I bent forward and planted a soft kiss on the top of her left breast which bulged out from underneath her gown.

"Oh yes, my boy," she replied passionately, "I love you too."

I continued pulling with my left forefinger on the neckline of the gown, and I pulled it down far enough that I could see the top of her pebbly brown aureole begin to rise nakedly from beneath the thin material. Her nipple, puffy and stiff, pushed up to the hemline, and then as I lifted unrelentingly with with right hand, the hard lump of flesh popped free from under the gown's edge and my mom cried out wordlessly. I tore her gown lower with my finger then, and suddenly her entire left breast was free from the gown, totally exposed to my ravenous eyes, the saggy flesh springing free from the confines of her shift and then hanging down on top of it. I bent down, unable to tear my eyes from the round heaviness of my mother's breast, from the large brown aureole almost three inches across. I kissed her fat tit then, on the top and my mother hissed. I kissed it again, my lips open this time, and I placed my tongue against the smooth flesh of her boob. My mom moaned, and she lifted her left hand and placed it against the back of my head.

"Yes," she urged.

I licked at the skin of her breast, tasting the tang of her flesh, and then I began to move my mouth down the front of her massive tit.

"Ungh, yes," my mom cried as my mouth drew closer to her nipple. "Oh, yes, baby, like that!" Her fingers tightened on the back of my head. My lips slid down over the granular surface of her aureole, and I licked hungrily at it, causing my mother to groan. I pressed my tongue against my mom's boob, my mouth open, my lips resting against her titflesh, and I slowly swirled my tongue down to touch her stiff nipple. As I reached it, I slid my mouth down over her breast until it was centered on my mother's nipple, and then as she gasped and writhed, began to slurp and suckle at the stiff knob of flesh. I placed both my hands on my mom's breast, one on each side, and as I suckled at her tit, I cupped the squishy flesh gently in both hands, holding it in place in front of me, keeping her boob in place as I licked and slurped hungrily. I opened my mouth and tried to draw in as much of my mother's breast as I could, pulling the soft flesh into my mouth until her nipple touched the back of my tongue, and still I sucked at her, almost mewling with the satisfaction that sucking my mother's breast was giving me. My mom was crying out now, writhing from side to side as I licked and sucked at her.

"Oh, baby," my mom said, over and over, as if she was stuck on repeat. "Oh baby, oh baby..."

I moaned against her warm titflesh and my mother shuddered in response. Her hands were on my waist now, and I could feel her pulling and tugging at the hem of my boxers, sliding her fingers underneath, pulling them away from my waist, and then sliding back and forth inside them, her cool fingers reaching lower and lower, sliding over my hips and ass. My cock was pulsing in time with my heartbeat, even more rigid than the night before if that were possible.

"Mom," I groaned into her great teat. "Oh fuck, mom, I can't believe how good your hands feel, mom."

"I know," she replied. "Your touch feels like fire; I just want to suck you up inside me!" Her hands were pushing down now, sliding the waistband of my boxers down over my ass.

I pulled my head back and let her nipple slip from my mouth, watching her saggy tit bounce as it settled back against her. I looked up at my mom and saw only love and passion in her eyes. I reached up and cupped her face in my hands and then drew her lips to mine and gave her a fierce kiss. She kissed me back hungrily, and our tongues touched. As before, as we continued kissing, our mouths opened wider and wider, and we slurped and sucked at each other like wild animals, overcome with the forbidden passion and lust coursing through us.

As we kissed, my mother pushed my boxers all the way down over my butt, and then her hands came around the front and I could feel her gentle motherly touch as she freed my rigid cock from them. The boxers slipped to the floor, and as we grunted and moaned into each other's mouths, my mother's right hand encircled my cock. Her left hand came up and she placed it on my right cheek, and she caressed me with her soft mother's touch even as her other hand began to pump slowly at my engorged rod. 

"Oh, fuck, mom," I grunted. "I've never felt anything like this before. I can't even... I don't know... Oh, shit, that feels good!" My mother's right hand was pulling at my cock, sliding up and down the shaft with a teasing touch that shivered through me, leaving me wanting nothing more than to crush her to me and drill into her with my tool.

My mother dropped her hand to my right shoulder then, and she pushed me away from her, ending our sloppy kiss. As I stared at her, she continued to slowly pump my cock in and out of her right hand, the sensation unlike any I had felt before, my mother's touch inflaming me beyond all reason and thought. I reached up with my right hand, using my left on the edge of the couch to keep me upright, and I began to play with her nipple, pulling gently at it, mirroring what she was doing to me. My mother's tongue lolled out of her mouth as I did. 

"I've thought about it a lot," my mother said as she pulled repeatedly on my penis. "I know what I want. Do you know what you want?"

"Yes," I said quickly.

"Are you sure?" she asked teasingly.

"Oh yes, mom," I replied.

My mom reached down between us with her left hand and grabbed the hem of her nightgown. She lifted it up, and as she slid it up over herself, she revealed first her calves, then her thighs, and then finally a hint of the mat of dark hair which lay at the juncture of her legs. As I watched disbelievingly, my mother then let go of my cock, and she leaned back and raised her legs from the couch just enough to slide her gown up behind her knees and then up to her waist. I looked on lustfully, thrilling to the sight of my old mother's body slowly being revealed to me. I knew it was wrong somewhere inside me, but the sight of my mother's sagging boob capped by its enormous nipple, her pudgy stomach underneath it, and her fat thighs and legs spreading wider in front of me, opening her pussy to me, was so exciting that I couldn't even think straight. All I knew was that I desired the woman in front of me with a hunger that felt like it could never be satisfied. My cock was as stiff as an axehandle, and with every fiber of my being I wanted nothing more than to be inside her, to be inside my mother's cunt and to feel her surrounding me with her love and passion.

"Is this what you want?" my mother asked as she held the bottom of her nightgown up to her waist. Her legs were open and I could see the salt-and-pepper hair surrounding her sex glistening. She was smiling, but she also looked so vulnerable, and I realized how much this was costing her, her openness to the possibility of my rejection. 

"Oh, mom, yes," I breathed, my cock bobbing in front of me. "I have never wanted anything so much in my life." It was true. All the dreams I had chased after - the marriage, the cars, the career, the toys - none of them mattered at this moment. The only thing that I knew was real was my overwhelming desire for this woman - no, for my mother - the passion that I felt at my mother's touch and caress, the lust that filled me for this vital, real woman who loved me as I loved her. I reached out and touched her face softly. "I want you, mom."

"Then," she replied, "come get me." She let her gown fall to her waist and she opened her arms wide. She leaned back slightly and lifted her feet from the floor, bending her knees and drawing up her legs, spreading them wide at the same time so that her entire pussy was exposed to my eyes. Her swollen boob flattened against her as she leaned back a little further, and I moved my hand from her face and hooked it under the neckline of her gown on her right side, and as she held her position, her arms open for me, her ripe, luscious body open to me, I pulled it down over her shoulder, and then down over her other pendulous breast so that both soft tits were visible. She lifted her arms out of the gown and then spread them wide again.

"Is this what you want?" she asked again. "Come to your mother," she urged softly. "Come to your mother, please. But only if you are sure this is what you want." Her face mirrored both her lust and her uncertainty, and I could hold back no longer.

"Oh, mom, I want you so much, I can't stand it!" I cried. I shuffled forward, leading the way with my my stiff prick, looking down at her sex as I did, guiding the tip of my penis toward my mother's hairy pussy. I put my right arm underneath her lifted left leg as I did, then did the same on the other side so that both her legs were held up in place, her knees on my upper arms.

"Oh god," my mom moaned as I slid closer. My hands reached forward and they grazed over her squishy titflesh, then went to her sides, my fingers barely touching her back.

"Oh, baby," she whimpered. "I want you, baby. I want you inside me." Her arms went around my neck, and her hands rested on my shoulders.

I paused there, the enormity of what was going to happen tolling through my mind. The tip of my cock was leaking precum, and it rested against the mat of pubic hair that surrounded my mother's slit. I could feel her wetness, and I could smell our arousal. I looked at her, my old mother, bent up in front of me in a lover's position, her entire soft, aging body exposed to my eyes. Her veiny boobs sagged low on her chest, but the nipples were stiff and hard. Her body was soft and welcoming, and the thought that I was about to shove my cock into my own mother was both terribly exciting and yet somewhat embarrassing. I paused there, my hands on her sides, my cock poised to plunge into her slick hole, and our eyes met. We looked at each other, and then my mom opened her mouth. I thought she was going to say something like, "Are you really really sure?" but she surprised me.

"Don't tease me," she said huskily. "Put that cock inside of your mother, baby, and fuck me with it."

I groaned with delight as I followed her command. I pushed forward and my mom cried out sharply as the mushroomy tip prodded at her slick lips, moving into her slowly but irresistably. Even though she was wet with excitement, it was still a tight fit, and both of us hissed at the slight stickingess as her lips turned inward, moving with the head of my cock, until it went a little deeper and they slipped back, opening her up a little more for me. I could feel her heat and tightness around my shaft, and it was so right. No matter what my subconscious was screaming about this being my own mother and the shame and guilt of it all, in that moment it was all sublimated into the feeling of being inside someone who truly fit me.

"Oh god, baby," my mom husked as I continued to push my cock slowly inside her. Her vaginal walls gripped my shaft like a buttery glove, and I bucked her legs up a little and continued to stuff my prick inside my mother's pussy at a deliciously slow pace. "Oh, fuck," she cried. "How can you feel this amazing? This isn't supposed to happen!"

"I don't know," I answered, and my fingers spread over her back as I pulled her toward me, which drove my throbbing pole even deeper inside my mother's moist vagina. There was only an inch or two left to go, and already I could barely imagine anything more pleasurable than my old mother's fat twat surrounding my cock. I pulled her toward me again, and her hands tightened on my shoulders. "But I've never felt anything like this. You feel so good, mom. Your pussy feels so good on my cock."

"Oh honey," moaned my mom. "You feel as if you were made for me. I want you inside me forever, baby, fucking me forever." She pulled on my shoulders and humped her fat bottom toward me, driving my cock even more deeply inside her steaming hole. "Oh son, this is incredible!"

I leaned into her, locking eyes with her, and as I tried to tell her how much I loved her without words, I slid my hands down until they were behind her waist, and then with one quick pull, I was buried all the way inside my mother's cunt. Her pussy clasped me tightly, hot and moist, and her breasts were squished up against my bare chest. The sheer eroticism of the moment filled my mind - the son, naked, hungry, with his throbbing member buried deeply inside his own mother's willing flesh, her body spread open for his pleasure, her motherly caring turned into incestuous lust.

"Oh, mom," I moaned.

"Yes," she replied, and then in that moment, I pushed my mouth down on top of hers and as my mother opened her mouth to my probing tongue, her pussy opened itself to my thrusting dick, and I began to saw it in and out of her dripping cunt. Even as our tongues danced together and we moaned wordlessly into each other's mouths, our lower bodies began to slam together, my mother humping her fat bottom up from the couch to strongly meet each one of my thrusts, our groins slamming together as her pussy repeatedly engulfed my prick, her lips sliding up and down against my stiff rod with each stroke, our pubic hair grinding together each time I sank my length inside my mother's juicy hole.

Her soft tits were bouncing against me as I pummelled my tool into her twat, spearing my penis over and over into my mother's receptive body, and our kiss broke off as we began to really go at it.

"Oh son," she cried loudly. "Oh please. Oh please. Don't stop baby, don't stop." She was babbling as I slammed my cock into her again and again, revelling in the feeling of burying myself in my own mother's cunt, thrilling at the feel of her body slamming against me, tossing shame and guilt to the wind and feeling nothing but the rightness of my mother's love, the rightness of her ripe body, my fingers splayed wide against her soft, squishy back, her fat tummy slamming against mine every time our sexes met. She was grunting now, instead of talking. "Ungh, ungh, oh, god, ungh."

I couldn't speak. My entire being was focused on this moment, and it took all of my concentration not to just let loose and cum. My mother's body was writhing against me, and she was desperately humping her cunt up at me, grinding her fat pussy against me, crying out, "Yes, baby, Yes, baby, oh, come for me! Come for mommy!" She began to shudder against me, her hands clawing at my shoulders as she pressed herself to me, grinding her sex against mine, her pussy muscles grasping and sucking at my throbbing cock. "Come inside me," she cried out, "Come inside mommy!" Those words, or maybe just the thought of her own son blowing his load inside her, sent her over the edge and she shrieked and shuddered and clung to me as her orgasm took hold of her. "Oh, baby!" she cried, and seeing my mother in such pleasure sent me over the top myself, and I let myself go, my toes curling and leg shaking as my cock blasted jet after jet of hot cum into my mother's pussy, filling my mother up with my seed. My body was straining against my mother's, our naked flash pressed sweatily together as we both shook with the force of our pleasure, and as my orgasm began to recede, I pulled my mother hard to me, lifting her plump body up, crushing her breasts to my chest, and I planted an open-mouth kiss on her lips. She kissed me back hard, her hands coming up to hold my face, and as the last few spurts of my cum seeped from my prick into my mother's steaming hole, we kissed over and over again, murmuring words of love to each other.




Mom's Visit: Repercussions



"You're sleeping with me tonight, mom," I finally said minutes later as we still clung to each other, still thrilling to the deliciously nasty feel of my cock inside her and our naked bodies pressed tightly together.

"Yes, baby," said Mom. "That sounds wonderful."

And it was.



Mom's Visitation



Sean lay under the covers, his right hand stroking his firm erection, listening to the shower where his wife was beginning her day. He tried to ignore the clock knowing it would take her about an hour to dress and kiss him goodbye before leaving. 

He drifted in and out of consciousness but finally felt her kiss on his cheek and her words telling him goodbye and wishing him a good day. He found his cock limp, but in the 10 minutes he impatiently waited he soon had it hard with anticipation.

He tossed the covers and rolled from the bed. Walking down the hall and into the living room, he approached the front door looking out one of the three small windows to confirm that his wife's car was gone. He noted the overcast sky and the light drizzle that had everything soaked. He walked partially back down the hall to the spare bedroom and turned the knob to open the door.

Martha had strained to hear the same sounds of Betty preparing for work. At times she was unsure of the progress, but eventually heard the sharp sound of the backdoor clicking shut. She waited. Was it possible that today would be different and a turning point for her life. Her son had been married three happy years and this was her first visit since their marriage. Three years was a long time. Her daughter was a nice young lady and appeared to adore her son.

Hearing the doorknob turn to her temporary bedroom, seeing the door slowly push open and her son walking in totally nude with his hard cock sticking out prominently, she smiled knowingly that things had not changed.

Without greetings from either, she watched as the covers were pulled from her, seeing a slight smile cross her son's face as he saw her sleepwear. She wore only mint green, mature style panties. When his fingers slipped beneath the top elastic, she lifted her ass slightly to assist in their removal. The pressure of his hands on her hips directed her to roll over to her chest, thus placing her in the middle of the bed.

She felt his lips as they began to kiss her ass lovingly. Ever so faintly she felt the stir of sexual arousal as his tongue began at the back of her thighs and slid up the crack of her ass. Light bites on her buttocks caused her ass muscles to tighten and flex. As the palm of his right hand slid between her thighs to cup her pussy, he began all over again to kiss, lick and bite her posterior. Still, her arousal was barely above the surface.

Long, long minutes pasted as her son indulged himself. Her bubbled, well-rounded ass had always been his delight and fascination and in her younger years her ass had been more sensitive. Still, it pleased her that at 56 years old her less than tight and firm ass still pleased him.

She was without focus, drowsy maybe, when she felt herself being maneuvered to her back. She watched with amusement as he sucked each nipple in turn, before kissing his way down her belly. With expectancy, she assisted in lifting her legs, spreading her knees wide. She smiled as his nose coursed through her thinning bush, his lips pulling at her pubic hair. Her first sigh of true joy came when she felt his tongue touch her clit. She dropped her head to the pillow and closed her eyes...... letting her mind rewind:

Our incestuous relationship had begun while he was in his second year of community college. He found higher education to be difficult and was often depressed when his grades were not what he wanted them to be.

His relationship with girls was another, but greater, source of depression, as it seemed some boy was always stealing the girl he fancied or had come know.

Often he was near tears and I would snuggle him close and stroke his head and talk to him softly, telling him how special he was and how things would change in his favor eventually.

One evening, he came into my bedroom as I lay reading. Distraught about a girl again, I had him lay next to me with his head on my bosom. This time he was more upset than usual about finding out that a friend of his had scored with a girl he had dated once. He voiced his frustration at not scoring himself with this girl. He had tried but she rejected his advances. No matter what I said to him it did not seem to help.

I have asked myself a million times, why? This night, I lowered the strap on my nightgown and offered him my nipple to suckle on. It calmed him down considerably as I stroked his head lovingly.

I had been interrupted reading an X-rated love story and had quickly removed my hand from my pussy upon hearing the light knock on my door. Consequently, I was naked underneath my thin nightgown, my thick bush clearly visible through the fabric, but it did not concern at the time. When Sean began to toy with the hem of my nightgown, I was not concerned. W

When he had crunched up my nightgown in his hand revealing a good portion of my bush. I was a little concerned but powerless to push my nightgown down. Watching with detachment, I found myself powerless to stop him when he began running his fingers through my bush and over my mound. Involuntarily, my legs parted slightly when his hand moved lower. His fingers proved inexperienced as he poked at my pussy.

I became anxious, not at the incestuous implications, but that his fingers were not finding the right places, even after spreading my legs more to give him better access. I had to call a halt, not to the incestuous play, but to my frustration at his naivety of the female anatomy. I did so by pushing him back away from me and reaching to unzip his pants. I struggled to release his erection but soon had it clear and began stroking it. Sean lay watching me. I asked him, was it good, and praised his manhood, telling him that any girl would be proud to have his cock to play with, to have it in her. After stroking his cock long moments, hearing his moans of pleasure, I could not contain myself and took the domed head of his cock into my mouth. Soon I was consuming it with zest, pumping it with my right hand as I sucked. My intent was to show my son a good time for once in his life.

With little warning, he pushed me back and rolled on top of me. My hand released his cock in an effort to push him off of me, to keep him from prying my legs further apart. I told him no, reminding him that I was his mother and that we shouldn't do what he was trying to do. To fuck me! I used the word, fuck, over and over again as I put up a good but faked resistance. Faked? Yes! That is the only term I know how to use. I could have stopped him. I could have grabbed his balls, squeezing them. Lots of things! But I didn't. I let him force my legs apart enough to place his body between them. I let him pull my legs up around him. I let him stab at my pussy and my ever moistening pussy betrayed me. His rock hard cock slipped inside of me without any guidance. I could have not moaned as he fucked me aggressively. I could have begged or demanded that he not come in me. Instead, sensing he was near I begged him to fill my pussy, to fill my belly.

After spending himself in me, he sobbed he was sorry, and begged me to forgive him. I soothed him by telling him it was not his fault. I soothed him by begging him not to pull it out, to continue fucking me.

The lessons began then, during our first incestuous coupling. I explained to him why and where I needed his shaft to be. I guided him with my hands on his hips, on his butt. It was hard to be patient with him. I wanted to come so bad, but I patiently and repeatedly coached him. I wanted to be fucked. Hard, soft, deep! We fucked a long time and my orgasm was mind blowing. So here we are:

"Come up, Baby!" Martha directed. "I need to be fucked. Come up! Please!

Mother and son moved in unison as he scrambled over top of her. Her legs lifted. Her right hand sought, found and placed his cock where it needed to be. He tenderly pushed into her and gathered her in his arms as he began to pump into her with a passionate, moderate rhythm.

"It's been so long, Sean." Martha whispered.

"I didn't think Monday would ever come." Sean whispered back. "The weekend has seemed like a year. And the hour waiting for her to leave was maddening.

Martha's older, less than tight and firm ass cheeks flattened out on the bed under the compression of Sean's weight and thrusts. But in possession of a tight pussy, it molded tightly around her son's cock, gripping it tightly on the out stroke and resisting penetration, causing them both to moan loudly as Sean pushed the length of his cock into her to the balls.

Sean had his mother wrapped up so tight in his arms that her 5'5" frame seemed to disappear beneath him.

Sean, well taught, knew what his mother liked. Holding his cock deep into her, he repeatedly pushed her ass into the bed, letting up slightly only to push her ass into the bed once more. Her moans were music to his ears.

Martha knew how to use her pussy and flexed its muscles to massage her son's cock as he remained embedded in her. 

"I feel your balls against my ass!" Martha whispered.

"Your pussy is driving me crazy!" Sean whispered back. "You're a vixen. How do you do that?"

Mother and son were both perspiring when Sean pulled away from his mother, withdrawing his cock from her. He grabbed the calves of her legs and pulled her down to the bottom of the bed, placing her ass at the edge. 

He had purchased the two beds in the house to be on the high side like he remembered his mother's bed. While the spare bedroom bed was purchased specifically with his mother in mind, his wife had come to appreciate the higher height of their own bed. He often fucked Betty while standing as he had his mother for years, as he was going to fuck her now.

Martha watched her son as he held her legs behind the knees and reinserted himself into her, her pussy so wet that it required no positioning or help.

Sean began to play with his mother's tits, thumbing her nipples. The palmed her belly, rubbing his thumb through her bush.

"I hate my belly!" Martha declared. "It has gotten pudgy."

"Your belly is not pudgy and your pussy is tight as ever." Sean said.

"You don't care how fat and ugly I am, do you?" She teased. "As long as my pussy is tight, that's all that matters?"

"You'll always be beautiful. But I do like your tight pussy!" He replied with a smile.

Martha lifted her head to watch her son's cock pulling out to the domed head before disappearing into her pussy again.

"I love to watch your cock fuckin me!"

Sean leaned over and dropped over his mother, first, sucking on a nipple, then, kissing her on the neck as he began to fuck her aggressively. Martha thrust back just as aggressively with her ass, causing both of them to become quite excited. On they fucked, for many minutes, until Sean needed a breather and lifted himself to stand again.

"Come on do it!" Mantra challenged. "Fuck me hard, damn you! "

Sean shoved her knees against her tits and began to pound his cock into her pussy as hard and fast as he could muster.

"YESSSS! YESSSS! YOU MOTHER-FUCKKKKER! HARDERRRR!" She squealed, the pounding causing her words to reverberate.

Sean unmercifully slammed his cock into his mother's pussy. The sharp smack of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the small room. He hammered her until he needed a breather. It was a short breather and he began all over again. Soon, another short breather and then more sound of smacking flesh, all to the delight of his mother.

Finally, Sean slowed, rested a moment with a slow rhythm, then, dropped over of his mother again and the two of them became one, once more, as they fucked lustfully.

"I'm ready now, Baby!" Martha said breathlessly when Sean returned to standing.

His thumb on his right hand slid down over her mound and found her clit.

"OHhh! Yes!" She cried. "It's been so long, Sean."

Sean became attuned to his mother's every moan as he thumbed her clit and stroked inside of her. His cock became rock hard and thus ever so slightly longer. Withdrawing his cock to the domed head, before pushing it deep into her pussy while thumbing her clit had an amazing effect, making her almost delirious. Repeatedly, her ass lifted off of the bed a couple of inches, giving a straight drive into her. Her moans were like an animal in distress.

With such direct stimulation, her orgasm was assured in short order. Her climactic moan could have easily been heard throughout the house or outside the spare bedroom window. Her ass bucked as Sean concentrated his efforts to keep his thumb centered on her clit and his cock deep inside of her.

As her orgasm subsided, Sean dropped over her, grabbed her ass with both hands, and began his own feverish ride to orgasm.

"Yes, Sean!" Martha encouraged. "Give it to mom! Fill my belly! Give me your cum, Baby!"

Incestuous lust took hold of Sean as he feverishly fucked the tight pussy belonging to his mother. He fucked with a single thought in mind; to fill her pussy as she encouraged him to do.

"I'm coming, mom!" He moaned. "I'm comingggggggggg"at

"Yes! I feel it! I feel it shooting in me! You're cum! You sweet, sweet boy!"

"I'm sorry, mom!" He apologized as he had always done after their illicit sex. His conscience always took control after his orgasm.

"It's all right, Baby." She whispered in a soothing motherly tone." It will always be all right."