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Mother's Day

By: Cyanlot



She wasn't old yet, but she wasn't young either. Though she looked closer to thirty than forty, just the opposite was true. She didn't fear forty—she used to think that she wouldn't attach any special significance to it at all. The false bravado of youth. She knew better now. Forty was significant. Not objectively. A person doesn't crumble with the turn of a calendar page. But because one of our distant and successful ancestors had ten digits instead of twelve or thirteen, we attach an importance to turning forty that we do not to turning thirty-nine or forty-one. And forty is more important than the other multiples of ten because it is about half one's life, and the better half—at least the more exciting, wonder-filled half.

She knew this now—at least the knew that forty was special. But she didn't fear it, didn't even regret it. She had so much else to regret: her failed marriage (she didn't know whether she regretted the failure or the marriage), her past dependency on her husband, the lack of direction now in her life.

She didn't—couldn't—regret everything about her marriage. Her son, Adam, was the great joy of her life. But he was a freshman in college now and was hoping to move out of the house and into a fraternity soon. Then, she would be alone. That would be the test of her strength.

But she had never been weak—she had merely been lazy. It had just been easier to let her life revolve around her husband's. She knew that had been a mistake and she knew, at least roughly, how to change things. She was entering law school in the Fall and she was starting to think like a single person. The last was the scariest. For so long she had been a part of a single entity that consisted of her husband and her; now she wasn't sure she knew what it would be like to be just her.

But she was finding out. She was making all of the mistakes adolescents make in finding out, but she was finding out. As she looked around the bar, she was sure that this was one of the mistakes but she wasn't ready to call it quits. She considered these outings necessary passages, even where they were unsatisfying.

Rick had had casual, almost nameless sex both before and, now she knew, after they had gotten married. She wasn't a virgin when they met and she had even had an affair, such as it was, while she was married. But she had never slept with someone she didn't know and wouldn't meet again. Often the thought of doing this was repugnant—but it was always fascinating. She had fantasized about it frequently, always telling herself that the reality would be unpleasant even if the fantasy was not. But now she intended to find out—if she could carry it through.

She supposed that that depended a lot on who approached her. She thought of committing herself in advance to go with the first man who approached her, but as she surveyed the men in the bar she realized that she would not be able to stay that course. If she tried, she would probably give up the whole thing if some of these men approached her. So she decided to engage in discriminating promiscuity.

She had picked The Red Fox carefully. It was a sort of upscale meat market catering to yuppies and middle-aged business people. The parking lot was filled with sexy cars, but the drivers seemed a poor match for their cars. She wasn't looking for someone to fall in love with, but looking at the clientele she was afraid she might have trouble finding someone she wanted to fall in bed with.

After a few minutes, those on the prowl began to suspect that she was not there to meet someone—at least not someone she already knew. They thought of her as an attractive target. She was dressed in a deep blue knit dress that clung to her down to her hips and flared out below. She wore enough make-up to be obvious without being gauche. And she was pretty—beautiful, even—in a mature and sophisticated way. She had refined facial features: a narrow heart-shaped face, small nose and a sharp jaw line. Her eyes were light and her hair dark. And not a one among the prowlers had failed to notice her figure. She was not particularly chesty, but her small waist and flat stomach accentuated her breasts. Those watching her itched.

Several men approached her. Some, receiving no encouragement, retreated without a word. Others required an icy word or two before retreating. She didn't think herself picky. She didn't even know what she wanted; she just knew that she hadn't seen it yet.

She was on her third drink when a young—very young—guy sat down beside her and ordered a drink. She hadn't noticed him before; he had probably just come in. She was certain that he hadn't even looked at her before sitting down. He wasn't looking at her now.

She resented this boy's sitting here. If there were any acceptable guys in this bar, how were they supposed to approach her if he were sitting next to her? She was torn between moving to another seat and just going home.

"Do you come here often?" At first she didn't think he was talking to her and she was certain that she must have misunderstood him. Do you come here often? But when she looked at him she decided that she had heard right and that she was the intended audience.

"No," she said, bemused. She couldn't believe that he was trying to pick her up. "How about you?" She didn't want to hurt his feelings. He hadn't been rude, just trite. He was a nice looking guy—very attractive actually. But she found the situation preposterous, and she couldn't contain her reaction completely. Surely he would see the smirk or hear it in her voice.

But he seemed not to. "No. First time. I just didn't have any place else to go."

And the way he said it melted her. She looked at him closely for the first time and decided that she had completely misjudged him. He looked depressed. He hadn't come there to pick anyone up, she decided. He talked to her only for the small solace one can find in conversation with a stranger. She judged herself harshly for the assumptions she had made.

She thought decency required her to pursue the conversation and was debating whether to try to draw him out about his problems or to cheer him up. As it turned out, he didn't need to be drawn out.

"I was supposed to go to a rush party with my girl friend. But she broke up with me today." He took a drink of his beer.

"Well, why don't you go to the party anyway? Wouldn't it be a good place to meet other girls or at least to forget about her?" It seemed like reasonable advice to her but he almost choked on his beer.

"She broke up with me to go to the party with the president of the fraternity." She agreed that going to the party might not be the best way to forget about his girl friend.

"Well, . . . uh." She paused, waiting for him to provide his name. Wrapped up in his thoughts, he took so long that she was about to go on.

"Oh. I'm sorry. My name's Allen, Allen Raines."

"Laura Baker." 'Baker' was neither her maiden nor her married name but, nice as this guy seemed, she didn't see any reason he should know her real name.

"Well, Allen. It doesn't sound like joining this fraternity right now is the best thing you could do either. You'd see a lot of the two of them together."

The band began playing then and she couldn't hear his response. He tried again and she still couldn't hear. After his third attempt, she pulled him close and almost yelled in his ear, "Do you want to go someplace where we can talk?" He nodded, took a last gulp of his beer and got up. They left to some surprised looks.

Outside, his spirits seemed brighter. "Where to?" he asked.

She hadn't thought about that. She hesitated. As she was thinking it crossed her mind to be thankful that he hadn't matched his opening line by saying, "Your place or mine?" There is only so much laughter one can hold back.

"I know where there is another fraternity party tonight. It should be quiet enough to talk and there's free booze."

Free booze! The expression and the concept that lay behind it swept her back nearly twenty years. She declined to reminisce out loud. She was playing a maternal role anyway; no need to reinforce the age difference. Better to let herself be swept back. All she said was, "Sure." It seemed safe enough.

He decided to ride with her; he could come back later for his car, he said. When he jumped in the car, he seemed a new person. He turned on the radio and talked cheerfully about school and music and sports. (He was on the swim team. Looking at his build and his glistening hair, she realized that she should have guessed it before.)

With the exception of the fact that she was driving, she could almost feel that she was back in college going to a party. For the first time, the idea of sleeping with Allen crossed her mind. It seemed less preposterous to her now than it would have before. She felt less his senior. For a moment, she wondered if she had misgauged him. Perhaps he was picking her up from the start, and doing very well at it. If so, he was smarter and subtler than she thought. She dismissed the idea, not because it was wrong but because it didn't seem to matter now.

The fraternity was only a few minutes from the bar. They parked in an alley about a block from the fraternity house. She had turned off the ignition and started to turn toward the door when Allen put his hand on her arm. It was nothing more than a gesture to wait, but she found it disturbing.

"You want to smoke a joint?"

She gave about half a laugh and took him up on the offer. She wouldn't really be reliving her college days if she didn't get stoned. The feeling of her youth. She remembered how good things tasted, how good things felt when she was stoned. She looked forward to the feeling.

For her, the nostalgia was as thick as the smoke. Her body tingled and consciousness became disjoint. She had had enough to drink at the bar, but she was used to handling that. The dope accentuated the feeling of drunkenness and complemented it as well.

She was lost in the music and not at all clear about where they were or why they were there when she heard him ask what she had been doing in the bar. At that instant, her mood was cocky self-confidence and she shot back, "I was trying to get picked up, and I guess I succeeded."

He turned and she felt him put his hand on the inside of her knee. It felt good but she didn't respond. Now that she had made up her mind and let him know what was going to happen, she didn't think he needed much encouragement; guys never did when she was in college. She just wanted to feel his seduction.

He moved his hand up her thigh and turned her towards him. As his hand neared her crotch he kissed her. In a corner of her mind she thought how typically juvenile this maneuver was. If you kiss her really convincingly, maybe she won't notice what you are doing elsewhere, and even if she does, she may not want to stop you because that would end the romantic kiss. Distraction or bribery, that's how guys looked at it. It often worked, not because it was distracting but because the fiction that it was could be maintained and the girl could maintain her image in her own and, more importantly, her boyfriend's eyes.

Laura felt it hardly necessary for her but it was endearing. She slipped her hand into his crotch and felt him bursting against his zipper. No surprise. She remembered the easily provoked penises of youth.

"Cars are a little tight. D'you want to go up to my room?"

"Where do you live?" She knew that her mind was foggy but she was sure they had come to a fraternity party.

"Oh. I'm sorry," he said. "I live here, in the fraternity." He pulled his head back a few inches to look her in the eyes. "I lied to you about my girl friend and trying to get into a fraternity and all that. I just thought it would give the best chance of picking you up."

The alcohol and dope combined to give the conversation a bizarreness that was exacerbated by the fact that his hand was under her dress massaging her till the wetness was unmistakable.

So her first reaction had been right. He had been trying to pick her up from the start. But she was also right when she decided that it didn't matter. They left the car and headed up to his room. She was pleased to find that there was an outside staircase to the third floor that allowed them to avoid the party.

The room was classic frat-rat: beer cans on the window sill, a stereo on the desk and candle to set the mood in case you got lucky. He had, so he lit the candle and put on some music.

"Beer or wine," he said reaching into a compact refrigerator which sat under the desk making it impossible for anyone to sit at the desk. Apparently, studying was no more a part of students' lives now than it had been when she was a student.

"Wine." She certainly didn't need the alcohol but she needed something to hold. She promised herself that she would just sip on it. It tasted so good that she reneged.

He stood in front of her next to the bed and reached around her to unzip her dress. He slipped it off her shoulders and it fell to the floor. Still barely touching her, he unhooked her bra.

Had she not been thoroughly immersed in the moment, she would have realized how much she had underestimated him. She would have realized that she expected a painfully slow grope on the bed while he tried to undress her almost surreptitiously. Boys do that. They think maybe a girl won't know when her dress is being unzipped or her bra unhooked.

But he understood how erotic it could be just to be undressed by a virtual stranger. He let her bra down and eased off her panty hose and panties.

He stood in front of her gently running his fingertips down her arms and back. She suddenly realized that her eyes had been closed for a few moments and her breathing had become audible. He, on the other hand, seemed to be the complete master of the situation. She could feel no age gap between them now. She stood before him naked and vulnerable. He was fully dressed.

She began to unbutton his shirt. He stopped her. She fought to become alert enough to reconcile his behavior with her expectations. She couldn't do it.

"I can't make love with you," he said with some apparent regret. This did nothing to make things intelligible to Laura. He certainly wasn't gay, at least not exclusively gay. He was attracted to her. It wasn't moral scruples that inhibited him or else why bring her up to the room at all. Ideas offered themselves and were rejected. She was at a loss.

"There is something else I should have told you." She waited for him to continue, suddenly wishing that she were dressed. Had he paused longer, she would have started putting her clothes on. But he continued: "I brought you here for someone else."

It only took a fraction of a second for the comment to register, but in her state Laura felt as if it took minutes.

"I'm not some sort of whore you pass around for your purposes. I decide who I sleep with and when and why I sleep with them." And she started to reach for her clothes. He stopped her by gently grabbing her shoulders.

"I know that. That's why I'm telling you now. I was supposed to trick you into it or force you into it. I can't do that. When I agreed to do this, I didn't think of you as a person—certainly not as one I would like." He seemed sincere; and he was. "Just listen to what I have to say before you go. Okay?"

She stopped reaching for her clothes and they sat down on the bed.

"All new fraternity members have to go through a long initiation ritual. They are led around the house with hoods over their heads and told to do all sorts of things. Some of the things they do are embarrassing, some disgusting, and some they think are disgusting but really are not. You know, like when you make someone think that egg white is donkey cum and make them eat it."

Laura had never heard of that before but, as soon as she considered it, she could see how it would seem funny to college-aged guys.

"Well one of the things a new pledge has to do is to have sex with a stranger. But they don't know that's what they are going to do." He paused to take a drink of his wine and fill Laura's glass. "Of course, once they start, they know what they are doing. Then the question is, 'Can they do it well?'"

"The pledge that's being initiated tonight is a real nice guy, he's good-looking and we understand he's a virgin. A rare thing these days."

He looked at her questioningly so she assumed his sales pitch was over. "No!" she said and started to get up.

"Okay, but tell me one thing. Why did you go to the bar tonight?" She stopped. She had underestimated him. There was a long pause before he continued. "You didn't come looking for me. You came looking for some anonymous sex. That's what I am offering you. You'll never see this guy's face."

That's exactly what she had come looking for and that's exactly what he was offering. She hadn't been thinking of anything quite this strange, but she realized that she was about to turn it down only because she hadn't controlled it. But now it was her decision. She visualized it in her mind, took a gulp of wine and summoned up her strength. "I guess that's about as anonymous as you can get. What the hell?"

What she had agreed to was not the fulfillment of any fantasy she had had. But go through with it or not, she would fantasize about it often in the future. And if she didn't do it, she would always wonder about it. And wasn't it a part of the new Laura to worry less and do more? Somehow it felt to her as if this act of brazen slutishness would severe forever the connection to the perfect suburban housewife she'd been.

"It will just be a few minutes," said Allen as he got up to leave.

Laura poured herself another glass of wine, got under the sheets and tried to work herself into the mood for the initiation rite. By the time the door opened again, she had done a pretty good job.

Four people came in: three in scarlet robes and hoods with eye holes cut out; the forth in a grey rob and hood. His hood completely covered his face. She only half listened to the mumbo jumbo one of the scarlet robes uttered. She thought it was Allen but, if so, he was disguising his voice.

The boy in the grey robe was listening very carefully, though. Getting into this fraternity was very important to him. Important enough to endure embarrassing and humiliating himself. Important enough even to leave his girl friend down at the party while he went through initiation. He knew that it was standard practice for the fraternity brothers to hit on the pledges' girl friends while the pledges went through initiation. They were often successful. Sometimes the pledges even asked their girl friends to go to bed with the guys in order to help their chances of getting in. Sometimes the girls did it. Sometimes they did it on their own, for their own reasons.

He didn't want to get into the fraternity badly enough to ask Janet to do that. She wouldn't have done it anyway. After all, they had been going together for two years and hadn't made love yet. But he was willing to leave her down there knowing that his future brothers would be trying. And he was willing to do things that he couldn't ever tell her about. She would have thought much of it childish and some of it would destroy her respect for him. He was willing to risk a lot to get in and he listened carefully to his instructions.

"Scum! This is the last test. A test of your commitment, of your willingness to follow the instructions of your fraternity elders, and of your manhood. Are you willing to undertake this test?"

The boy in the grey hood nodded. He was forbidden to speak.

"What is before you is a female animal—an animal sometimes found on farms. Take off your robe." Laura started in sudden realization. She knew that the pledge was not to know initially that what was going to happen, but only now did she realize that she was to be the egg white parading as donkey cum. She saw how the scarlet robes created and maintained their deception. One of them held near the grey hood a tray of unwashed sheep's wool and, no doubt, though she couldn't see from where she was, other sources of sheep scent.


Mother's Day



She saw the grey hood unfasten his robe and drop it as ordered. She didn't know what other tests that night had stripped him of his natural reluctance. As his robe fell the dim light revealed the body of a boy—a boy on the verge of manhood, but a boy still.

Doubts invaded Laura's clouded mind. But when one of the scarlet robes leaned near her and whispered to her to get on her hands and knees on the edge of the bed, she complied.

"Step forward, Scum. Can you smell this animal?" The grey hood nodded.

"Do you know what kind of animal this is?" Again, the grey hood nodded.

"You are to have intercourse with this animal now. You are to do it just because we ask it and you are to do it without question. Do you understand?"

Surely, Laura thought, the order was not unexpected by the boy. Why else would he be ordered to disrobe? Still there seemed to be something special about its being verbalized. She saw the boy hesitate for the first time. No doubt he was revolted. But she also saw his penis stir.

She wondered for a second, as she had on other occasions, how it could be that one thought could revolt and excite. But she knew very well that it could. For she felt it now. She had never done anything this strange sexually before and a part of her was revolted. But a part of her was stimulated. And that part made her chest pound and lubricated her now receptive cunt.

Someone placed what must have been a lamb's wool seat cover, appropriately cut up, over her back and down her legs. She had to fight the urge to laugh.

"If you will undertake this test, Scum, step forward one more time and make yourself ready. You have come far. Do not fail this last test that all the brothers of this fraternity have passed."

Laura suspected a kindness in this last comment. Surely a greater test would be to perform such an act on command even though others had not had to. To be told that the scarlet robes had done the same made it easier for the grey hood to comply. Or so Laura suspected. In any case, he did comply.

She felt his presence just inches behind her and could see him holding his almost completely erect penis forward.

"Step forward and you will touch the female part of the animal with your male part. Do not touch the animal in any other way."

The grey hood moved slowly forward trying carefully to comply. Laura felt the tip of his penis touch her, first too high and then it just began to enter her.

"Wait!" The command was forceful and compliance was immediate. "We did not tell you to enter the animal. You may only touch the female part with your male part."

Laura could feel the boy's tension. The tip of his penis throbbed against her, as, she knew, her labia did against him.

"Now, enter the animal slowly. Be careful not to touch it anyplace else."

The boy entered so slowly that Laura had a hard time resisting the impulse to rear back onto him. When he was all the way in and could feel the lamb's wool against his thighs, Laura felt him convulse once. He didn't ejaculate; it wasn't a sexual convulsion. The feel of the lamb's wool forced a picture of what he was doing into his mind. He was reacting with revulsion to that picture.

"Proceed but you must consider the pleasure of your partner." Laura wondered exactly how one went about being considerate of the sexual pleasure of a sheep. But the boy began to move in and out of her rhythmically and she decided that whether he knew it or not, he was attending to the pleasure of his partner.

But only a few seconds passed before the next order came: "You may now stroke the belly and chest of the animal."

The boy reached around and Laura felt his startlement and rapid realization of the situation. At the same time, the seat cushion was pulled off her back.

"That is correct, Scum. The animal is human, like yourself. And you are to satisfy her."

Despite the boy's silence, Laura could sense his relief. He held her hips and moved with new vigor. But almost immediately let out a short, surprised "oh" and stopped. She felt him wither in her.

"That is not satisfactory." Nothing more was said. Laura's heart went out to the boy. Had she had any warning, she would have faked gratification. Had the boy not been so obvious in quitting, she would fake it now. But there seemed to be no hope of such deceit being successful now.

The boy under the grey hood was crushed. He felt betrayed and angry but there was no one to direct those feelings at. His hands slid off her hips and he backed away from her.

He was about to rip off his hood, grab his robe and run when soft, warm hands took his and stopped him. The hands slipped off his and onto his hips. One moved to hold his penis and he felt moist lips kissing him there. Perhaps there was a chance. He didn't yet feel the beginnings of an erection but the hands and lips felt so warm, so soothing and comforting that he couldn't resist.

Laura hadn't thought of the plan to rescue the boy and then decided to act on it. It had all happened in a moment. She had found herself turned around and on her knees in front of him before she thought about what she was doing. As she kissed his penis and played with the tip, she felt life in it before he did. The resiliency of youth, she thought.

She held his penis by the base and took it into her mouth and was gratified to hear a moan of pleasure from the boy. The limp limb swelled in her mouth.

The boy felt the power return to his impotent penis and put his hands on the sides of her head, moving it back and forth. His penis had never been in vagina or mouth before this night; both were novel experiences. Both felt as good as he had anticipated. But this one was special for some reason. It was not just the physical sensation that was different, though it certainly was. There was something about the very posture of the partners that aroused him. No doubt, if he thought about the source of this reaction, he would find it sexist and wrong. But he didn't think about it. He enjoyed the feeling.

There was increasing noise outside but Laura paid little attention to it. The party was probably breaking up and some of the fraternity brothers were returning to their rooms, the lucky ones with girls and the unlucky ones with their hands.

Laura didn't have to feign arousal. Stimulating your partner can be its own reward. She felt her cheeks flush and her chest pound. The boy, she was sure, was near climax. The scarlet robes seemed to look on approvingly.

The boy began to breathe louder and faster and to push farther and farther into her mouth. For a moment, she thought she would gag, but she controlled it and managed to take him part way down her throat. The boy was clearly on the verge of an uncontrollable climax.

Suddenly the door opened and Laura turned her eyes toward the door. As she did, the light went on.

It was initially blinding to those who had been in the room and by the time Laura could see, she had already heard a familiar voice scream, "Mrs. Briggs! Oh, my God!"

Janet's expression was almost indescribable. Laura saw in it shock, horror and disgust.

She felt the hands move away from the sides of her head and looked up to see the boy take off his hood. The boy. The boy she had carried in her womb for nine months. The boy she had nurtured for nineteen years. Adam. The boy whose penis was still in her mouth.

His expression was much like Janet's. But there was something else there. There was the fire of sexual urgency. And Laura felt Adam's hands at the back of her head again, drawing her forward. And she took him in and comforted him. What was a mother to do?



Mother's Day



My eyes opened.

Mom was standing at the dresser, pulling a pair of jeans up over her see-through thigh-highs. Her firm and voluptuous breasts, which filled their respective 36G brassieres, were unclothed as she zipped up her jeans. She had a nice, thick body. Not chubby, but definitely had some woman to her. "Morning," I said, closing my eyes and rolling over to put my head on Mom's pillow. It had her ever-so-recognizable scent engulfing it.

"How'd you sleep, sweetie?" she said, riffling through her underwear drawer, searching for a bra. "Good," I said, squinting into the bathroom at the sun shining in. "Hook me up, please," she said. She had her bra on and was holding the straps in the back. I gotup from the bed and walked up behind her. I grabbed the straps from her fingers and latched the hooks together. The bra latched, I adjusted the strap around her back and up to her cups, which I ran my hands over and groped.

"Happy Mother's Day, Mom."

She smiled and ran her hands over mine, intertwining fingers over the brassiere material.

"Thanks, baby. And I just loovvee.....", she turned to face me and gave me a kiss, "....being a Mother." She walked to the closet, picked out her favourite blouse which always revealed a little too much cleavage and pulled it over her head.

So there she stood, my 36-26-36 Mother, in all of her loving, voluptuous beauty.Today was her day, so I had to make sure that it was extra special.







1. INTRODUCTION

In the simplest way of putting it, our family were swingers. Amongst ourselves.

Outside of the house, my Mom and Dad were as happy as any husband and wife of 16 years would be. Their great chemistry, which is why they married in the first place, still held strong to this day. We seemed like a normal family on the outside. But inside our home, everything was switched.

My Mom's name is Marissa, but I sometimes call her Missy or Marie when were fucking. It was us that initiated this uncommon household setup. She is a sort of socialite among the other housewives here in the city. Always on the go, taking my younger siblings to their soccer games, picking us up fromschool and dining out and shopping with friends. And at 36, amazingly technology savvy as well. If it wasn't for her, I would have never beaten the Portal 2 co-op campaign. And she never leaves the house without her iPhone.

This whole thing got started when I had gone downstairs one night to get something to drink.

It was at least 3 A.M. when I entered the kitchen and flipped on the light. And that's when I saw her.

She was sitting on the couch, facing the television. I could only see her head from this angle, but it looked as though she was asleep, with her head tilted off to the right. I walked around the couch and gasped. She was wearing these unreal black thigh high socks which lead up to a pair of black,see through lace trimmed boyshorts. Above this was a purple tie-front crop top. The whole thing was tied insanely low and she didn't even have a bra on. Her ravishing G cup breasts were spilling out because of this, pushing aside and hanging over her top. And to top all of this off, her jet black hair was braided into two pigtails, with a little pink bow at the end of each one. I couldn't help but stare. 

I tried not to move for fear of waking her. "Why was she dressed like this?" I wondered, "And at 3 A.M. in the living room?" I didn't ponder this for too long. Her figure was way too intoxicating for me to dwell on much else. I watched her lips open as she licked them with her tongue, leaving them agape. I watched her breasts rise and fall with her shallow breathing, beautiful womanly mountains resting on her chest. I watched as her legs moved slightly, then parted to give full view of her crotch. My heart skipped a beat. I quietly walked around to view her from the front.

In between the valley of her thighs, I could see the outline of her vaginal lips through her underwear. I had never before seen my Mom as a sex symbol, but now, seeing her displayed in all of her womanly glory, I was entranced. I inched closer to get a better look. She licked her lips again and turned her head slightly. I decided to be brave and gave her a little kiss on the stomach.

Nothing.

I gave her another on her right thigh.

Still, nothing.

Then I went for it and kissed her right breast to the left of the nipple.

She sighed, but that was all.

I had one knee on the couch between her legs and both arms on the back of the couch on either side of her head. She seemed to be sound asleep, so I went for the grand finale. My lips touched hers.

The next 5 seconds were the most surprising in my life. She moved, instantly full of life. She wrapped her arms around me, pressing her lips on mine and pulling me down on top of her as she rotated her body to be lying on the couch. Her eyes were still closed as she shoved her tongue into my mouth and hugged me tightly. It was at this point that I had gotten over minor shock and began to think.

"What if Mom had been waiting for Dad? He was supposed to come home late from work. Maybe she fell asleep waiting for him and now thinks that he's back......and that I'm him...."

I decided to milk this for all I was worth. I responded just as fervently, sucking on her lips and grabbing her thigh, running my hand down to her ass. Then she opened her eyes.

I was in total amazement as she continued what she was doing. She must have known it was me all along.







I won't go into much more detail here. I will, however, say that I lost my virginity to my Mother that night and she became pregnant. That was 2 years ago, when I was 18. I am now 20 and the father of a beautiful 1 year old girl named Lexi.





This impregnation of Mother certainly caused some household crisis. It was a tough time, but came out perfectly. We all sat down to discuss the matter in a little family meeting. Mom said that she would like to continue sleeping with me, and I was in favor. This resulted in the only solution we could come to that wouldn't cause domestic issues. In return for giving up Marissa for good, Dad became romantically involved with my sister, Danielle. 

Danielle was 19 at the time, 21 now. She inherited quite a few aspects from her Mother, namely the large breasts, buxom figure and entrancing black hair. She was blessed with 34Ds back then, 34E now. She would often parade around the house completely topless, showing off her impressive assets which would really get Dad going. They also had a child. A 1 year old girl that they named Scarlet. I've never slept with her though, or have seen her pussy. That's for Dad's eyes and cock only. And I was perfectly fine with that. Mom was all the woman I would ever need, and she was always there for me no matter what.

I also have 2 other siblings. Jake, 10. And Lindsey, 8. We have, however, set up a ground rule in the house. No sexual relations until the said person becomes 18.



So this was my incest-influenced family. And let me tell you, we've never been happier. And now it was the day were I could treat Marissa like the goddess that she was. It was Mother's Day, one of my favorite days of the year.









2. MORNING

Mom and I walked downstairs, holding hands. This had become a tradition as of late. We would start every day this way. We'd go into the day together, holding hands, and end it, sexually connected. 

"Morning!" Mom said to everyone. Jake and Lindsey were watching Saturday morning cartoons and Danielle and Dad were at the kitchen table, eating breakfast. Danielle was topless again, her breasts resting on the table. "How'd you two sleep?" Marissa asked. "Hardly at all," Danielle replied, winking at Dad.

"We need to go shopping today, Mom. Victoria's Secret has that new line out now. And I should treat you to a Mother's Day gift anyway." "Awww, that's sweet of you, dear," Mom said, walking through the kitchen and getting the kid's breakfast ready. "Hell, I should make some investments of my own. My wardrobe is getting repetitious. Isn't it, babe?" She looked at me as she said this. "You know I'll always enjoy whatever you have in store each night, Mom." She smiled, bit her lip, then sighed. "Hey little brother," Danielle said, "Check this out." She was reading the newspaper and pointed to an article right next to her left breast. I walked around the table to read it.

"So son," Dad said, picking up and taking his dishes to the sink, "You getting your Mother anything for Mother's Day?" "Thinking about it," I said, eyeing Mom who was bending over to get something out of the fridge. "I am sort of planning out an all day affair. A 24-hour honeymoon, if you will."

Danielle turned towards me and leaned in close, whispering, "Dad and I can get a hotel room and we can take the kids to Sarah's (Mom's sister). You and Mom can have the whole place to yourself."

Dad must've overheard because he looked from Dani's breasts to me and said quietly, "We can make that happen if you want." I looked at Mom again. She was standing at the kitchen island, her cleavage being clearly displayed while the kids stood next to her, waiting for their food. I turned back to Dad and Danielle. "Sounds like a plan. Can you clear out as soon as possible? I think I have today figured out."

By 10 A.M., everyone was gone. The kids would stay the night at Sarah's place and Dani and Dad would do their thing at the hotel. Marissa and I had to the whole house, the whole town and the whole day to ourselves. I told Mom to go upstairs and get dressed. I was going to take her out to lunch. I was also going to do several other things to her, but I won't spoil it and tell you what happened. 

I will tell you though, that Mom wanted me to change her clothes. I picked out an alternate blouse, a black one, and the matching pair of black jeans, one of my favorite pair. I also glossed over all of her high heels settled on her pair of skateboarding shoes. 

"Wow," she said, eyeing herself in the mirror as I pulled her jeans up over her thighs from behind and zipped them up, "I look 20." "I know," I replied, planting a little kiss on her smooth shoulder, "We'll look like we're on a date." Marissa looked towards me and I looked back. She intertwined her lips with mine for only a moment. "Which we are," I finished, "Just two people in love. Out celebrating Mother's Day." "Oh sweetheart," Mom said, looking at us in the mirror. Me standing behind her, left hand on her left thigh and right hand on her right shoulder. Her hands on my left hand. "...You might have to change me again."

"How come?"

"My panties are soaked."







3. AFTERNOON

"And what for the young lady?"

Mom blushed. "Ohhh....hmm. The shrimp scampi, I think. With the caesar salad." "Excellent, we'll have it right out." The waiter walked off. "That guy kept looking down my blouse," Mom whispered across the table.

"Really?"

"Yea. Maybe you should have dressed me in something more discreet."

"You kidding me? I wanted you to look plain, yet sexy. And you let me dress you up after all."

"I suppose you're right," Mom said, taking a sip of her White Russian. "So what do you think about all of these people? Do you think that they'll suspect anything?"

"Don't be so paranoid. You look half your age. No 36 year-old mother wears jeans and tennis shoes on Mother's Day. Look at all of the other Mothers. High heels, dresses, jewelry. All with their families." "I know. How come I'm not wearing anything like that? I just look like I could be your girlfriend. And a girlfriend 5 years your senior, mind you."

"Exactly. People just think that we are two young people, romantically involved. Which we most certainly are. And they won't bat an eye when I do this..." I leaned across the table and gave Mom a small kiss. And sure enough, no one saw it as out of the ordinary.

"Wow," Mom said, grinning and looking downwards, "You're right. This is actually kind of exciting."

"And here's your food." The waiter had returned.

After we were done eating, I insisted on taking Mom to Victoria's Secret. We shopped for a solid 45 minutes and let her pick out anything she wanted. It made me so happy to see her filled with such joy in picking out different outfits, asking me which ones I liked.

We were on an aisle, I was flicking through the racks on the floor while she perused the shelves.

"What about this one?" she asked, holding a pair of blue panties across her fingers. I turned my head to see. "Get them if you want them." 

I turned back and continued sifting through the hangers. Then I felt something on my side. Mom had backed up a couple steps so her ass was encasing my leg.

"Baby, what kind of reply is that?" she asked, still facing the wall, "You're the one who I'm picking these for, honey. I'm trying to find ones that you like the most. At this very moment, the pink pair with the ruffles and black polka dots is grinding against your right thigh. Now, let me ask again. Do you think that this little number should also join that crowd?" I looked down at Mom's ass cheeks on my leg, then up at her face. She raised her eyebrows and moved her lips to one side. Damn, she was way too cute. I evaluated the panties again. "They're gorgeous," I said. Mom smiled and pulled away from my leg.

I payed for Mom's intimates in cash. I'd been saving up for this day all year.

May 13. 134 days into the year. I'd worked 94 of those days. $10/hr, 5 hours a day, 5 days a week.

Minus other expenses, I had around $4,000 to spend on my Mother today.

Lunch = $40

Bras, Panties, Erotic Lingerie = $344

$3616 left, and the day was only half over.

Not only was it my goal to spend thousands of dollars on Mom, but I also wanted to give her as many orgasms as I possibly could. The first 2 took place in the Victoria's Secret fitting room. It wasn't really a special occasion, so I won't go into a whole lot of detail. It was a pretty sensual situation though.

Mom had gone in first and gave me the signal when it was all clear. I hurried into the stall and we started in. 

Then the store got busy. 

People started to filter into the changing rooms while we were undressing each other. On either side of us, girls in their teens and twenties were stripping off their clothing and trying on all sorts of lingerie and other romantic attire. And meanwhile, while all of these women were seeing if a certain negligee or babydoll fit properly and made their boobs look good, I was in the next stall, balls deep in my Mother. I was holding her up against the stall wall, thrusting up and into her pussy. 

She was whispering my ear. I couldn't make out much of what she was saying. She was just lost in the moment. I was able to hold out through both of her orgasms. This is something I had been training for months, actually. Not cumming and losing my sex drive throughout the day. Every time we fucked that day, I wanted to make sure my cock was even more hard than the last time.

It was her day, and I wanted to give her what no other woman often gets. A man who never cums, a man who is hard all day, for her and only her, and can last through even the most ensnaring sensations. This was all part of how the day would close. One of two big surprises for Mom. And since it's a surprise, I'll make you wait until the end to discover what it is. Just like Mom.

We waited until we were sure the fitting room was empty and then left the store. I fingered her in the car and made her cum again before we left. "Take a picture," she said, panting and brushing her hair behind her ear. She was in the back seat, her jeans and shoes off. Panties, socks and top still on.

"I might want to remember this later." She also changed into her new blue panties, because her pink ones had also gotten soaked.

Next stop, the movies. There was a new romantic-comedy Mom wanted to see. We held hands during the entire movie. Then I made out with her pussy lips in the Women's bathroom afterwards. Made her cum once again.

Then Macy's. I gave Mom a shopping cart and let her go to town. I did this because I actually had a purchase or two that I had to make myself without her around. I did so, hid them in the car, and got back in time for Mom to check out. She had gotten a couple household things. Dishes and the like. But mostly a lot of clothes.

We were almost finished with our day out. Last, and most key to my plan, was the 3 hour massage and spa. I dropped Mom off and got her set up. I told her that I had a couple things to do and would be back before she was finished. Once she got started, I got in the car and raced home. Along the way,I stopped at a grocery store and party favor place. 

Once home, I unloaded the car and brought it all inside. I had bought ingredients for her favorite entree, Penne with Spinach, Oyster, Asparagus, Feta and Olives. Not exactly my favorite, per say, but it was her all-time favorite and was absolutely full of libido-boosting ingredients. To go along with this was Strawberries dipped in Dark Chocolate and Red Wine. All sex-drive increasing foods, as well as Mom's favorites. A win win situation. 

I had bought flowers the day before. 12 blood red roses. Symbols of love and passion, both of which I had immeasurable amounts for Mom. I put them in a vase and placed them in the center of the dining table. I dimmed the lights and lit candles next to the roses. I put out dishes while the food was cooking and then rushed upstairs. I grabbed a pair of her panties and began to set up her seating arrangment. I took 2 orchids (symbols of perfection) and placed them over her plate in the shape of an X. I then draped her panties over the middle were the flowers crossed. Then I placed her Mother's Day card on top the panties. I ran into the kitchen and got the food ready to be served. Then I put in a mix of Debussy preludes (her favorite) on the CD player and surveyed the scene. Everything was set.







4. EVENING

I picked Mom up from her massage and drove her home. I gave her a sheer black dress and fishnet stockings to change into on the way home. Almost crashed when she slid the stockings up her thighs. For the rest of the drive, Mom had her hands down my pants, holding my cock in her soft hands. It was subtle, but something about having your own Mother reaching down into your clothes to fondle you for her own enjoyment was an incredible turn on. It was her day, and yet all she wanted to do was hold me in her hands. A true Motherly characteristic in its purest form.

We were finally home. Mom gave my cock one final squeeze before taking her hand out and opening her door. I also got out and we entered the house. "Oh my...Is it...?" Mom said, walking through the front door. She walked through the living room and into the kitchen. "Oh my god! It is! You knew how to make it?" "Google can be a powerful ally when it comes to cooking," I replied. "Oh sweetheart!" she said, turning from the scene I had set up earlier to me, "It's beautiful. Your Dad never cooked me anything before. Or set up anything like this for me at all! It's amazing! Thank you so much sweetie!" She kissed me but then took her lips off of mine and placed her index finger my mouth. "But honey.." "What, Mom?" 

"Since I'm a Mother, may I ask you a question?" "Of course." "I would like to serve dinner. Now don't get all defensive. I'm the Mother of this household. It's my natural place. I want to be the one in charge of dinner. It's what I want. And also..." she said, placing one hand on my arm and the other on the back of my head, "I would like to change into a different outfit. I have something in mind. Is that alright?" "Of course," I said, placing my hands on her hips, "You're the Mother."

She smiled and ran upstairs. I went into the kitchen and turned on the music. I brought the wine to the table and began to pour two glasses. It was when I was finished pouring Marissa's glass that she came back down the stairs. I couldn't believe my eyes. 




Mother's Day



She was wearing a cheerleader outfit. Too genuine to be fake. Pom poms and all.

".....damn, Mom.....You're gorgeous...." I worded slowly. "You're too sweet," she said, walking into

the kitchen. "This is the real deal. I was a cheerleader for my highschool football team. It was 1993 and I was 16 years old. Still fits perfectly. I felt that it would make the evening much more....well....intimate. Not many Mother's dig out their old cheerleading outfit to put on just for their sons."

"And yet you do," I said. "That's because I love you, from the bottom of my heart, so much." She walked over to me and kissed me on the forehead. "As both a Mother and a woman. I'll always be here for you, sweetheart." She grasped a breast with one hand and plunged the other into her skirt.

"These....will always be here for you."

She took her hands out and walked into the kitchen. For the next 5 minutes, I watched my Mother prepare dinner in her highschool cheerleading outfit. And by the timeeverything was ready and on the table, it sure as hell wasn't the food that had given me a hard on. "Well," I said, lifting my wine glass up, "I wanted you to feel pampered, and you wanted to feel like a 16 year old Mother. So here's to you, my love. I hope, only if this is what you hope also, that you feel like the Mom that you truly are. A Mother who watches over her children, keeps her house clean, is a great cook and....if i do say so myself.....a wild tigress in bed. Happy Mother's Day, Mom." We clinked glasses, took a sip, and then started eating. Mom really liked the flowers, panties and Mother's Day card arrangement.

"This is so delicious," she said, already half we through her plate. "Good," I replied, staring at her cleavage being displayed quite nicely by her cheerleading outfit. Debussy's Arabesque #1 started playing when Mom began to speak. "So, what's the plan for tonight?" "Well," I replied, finishing off my wine glass, "I had a movie in mind and then a little surprise." "Oh?" she said, adjusting her bra and top to show even more of her breasts, "What movie?" "Your favorite." She smiled.

Once dinner was done, we went into the living room and started the movie.

Throughout the whole thing, I had my hand down Mom's skirt, playing with her pussy, and she had her's down my pants, rubbing my cock. Must've been the longest tease either of us had experienced. Once the movie was over, Mom had had her pussy rubbed for an hour and a half. And on top of this, the effects of the food had begun to set in. Needless to say, she was ready for some action. "Now," Mom said, pulling off her top to reveal her bra, "What's your surprise?"

"A 1-hour cunnilingus session. I'm going to eat you out for an hour."

She whimpered. "Re....really?"

"Yes, really. Follow me."

I stood up form the dinner table and walked over to Mom, holding out my hand. She grasped it and stood up. I lead her up the stairs and to the entrance of our room.

Ever since our family's relationship change-up, our rooms got a switch up as well. 

It used to be: Mom and Dad's Room, My Room, Dani's Room, Jake's Room and Lindsey's Room.

5 bedrooms. But once everything changed, Dad moved into Dani's Room and I moved into Mom's Room.

This left a spare bedroom where we now keep our infants/toddlers.

"Take your panties off and go lie down," I said quietly in her ear. She didn't need to be told twice. She reached underneath her skirt and pulled down what a saw to be a red thong. Taking it off her legs, she handed them to me and walked over to the bed. I wrapped the panties into a makeshift wristband around my wrist while Mom reclined on the bed and got relaxed. "You ready, Missy?" I asked. "May I indulge my taste buds on your succulent womanly flower? May I explore the Motherly landscapes between your legs for the next sixty minutes?"

"I'd be honored to receive such a gift, sweetheart," she said, spreading her legs, "My womanhood is yours to consume. Bon appetit!"

I crawled onto the bed, got comfortable, and laid in. Time vanished as I sucked, kissed and licked my Mother's eager pussy. She came twice before I checked the time, 14 minutes in. "Damn, Mom," I thought. I had never seen her this wet before. Her pussy was just a fountain of juices. There was a fun fact about that hour that I would never come to discover, and that was that by the time I finished eating out Marissa, I had actually drank 12 oz. of her juices. Delicious.

And before I knew it, time was up. I had counted 9 orgasms. Totalling 13 for the whole day. And I most certainly wasn't finished with her yet....





"Mom...." I said, standing in front of the bed, cock facing her as she recovered from her 13th orgasm.

"What is.....what is it, sweetie?" she asked between breaths. "I'm going to fuck you now. I'm going to fuck you for as long as I possibly can. Tell me what positions and styles you want to do and we'll do them. And then, when I can't hold out any longer, I'm going to cum in you. I'm going to fill your vaginal canals with all of the cum I can......and see if I can't make you a Mother again." "Oh.....oh....oh my god......" she said, sitting up and placing her hand to her gaping mouth.

Through research and reconisciennce, I was able to establish that this is what Mom wanted more than anything. Another child from her son. I had Dad and Dani eavesdrop and give me tips and clues about anything that Mom wanted that I could give her. I also had kept a close eye on Mom's blog, "Living the Life: A Mother and a Wife", where she posted regularly about life as the incestuous queen of a household. Marissa is not aware that I'm aware of the existence of her blog. One of her more recent posts reads as follows....

"Another busy day! Shopping with Dani then picked up the two youngins from soccer. I have to admit, I love shopping with my daughter. She seems to adore the advice I give her on outfits, seeing as how I know how to get her Dad going. We are so close in sizes, that we can just buy one thing and both wear it. I have my own prince charming to please as well, after all.

We passed the maternity section and I got pangs of nostalgia. I miss my maternity lingerie and the all of the amazing hormones that came with that ever expanding belly. The sex was indescribable, guys. Having my son do me doggy style with my 9-month belly almost grazing the floor. A feeling that can't be replicated. I'm getting excited just thinking about it now. It was such a fun time. Not only for us but for the whole family. Things really changed after that. But anyway, my stud is waiting in the bedroom. I promised him anal tonight. So spoiled.

I'll post tomorrow guys! Love you all!


This was more than enough to know that Mom want the seed to be sown yet again. I had a feeling that she was just aprehensive to ask me to be a father of 2 children. But I didn't mind. And I certainly wouldn't turn away another 10 months of unparelled pregnant sex.

"Are you....are you sure?" she asked, lying back, causing her breasts to flatten and expand on her chest, "I mean, I've been on the pill forever. I thought that you didn't want another child."

"Of course not," I said, "I guess we just assumed that you'd go on birth control. But to hell with that. I want to cum in you, Missy. I want to cum in you and not have it come out until it's ready to be Lexi's sibling."

"....fuck...." Mom said, spreading her legs, "To hell with it. Do it. Do it now. You've made me cum so much today. Now it's your turn. You've held out for so long....just release into me now, baby."

"No way," I said, standing in front of the bed, Mom splayed in front of me, ever so vulnerable, "I want to make you cum at least 2 more times. A nice round 15." 

"Oh fine," she said, blushing at the thought of someone wanting to give her so much pleasure, "But on my 15th, we cum together. Deal?" 

"Deal," I said, crawling up the bed, "What do you want me to do?"

"Just missionary first," she said as I leaned in and entered her, "I'm at your will. Make me cum again, sweetheart. I know you have it in you, my love." She wrapped her legs around me as I settled into a steady rhythm on top of her, her hips moving in sync with me.

"Damn, Mom, " I said, feeling her hands on my arms as I watched her breasts roll up and down her chest, "I can never get over this. Consensual sex with my own Mother. You're letting me see you naked....you're letting me enter you. And you're enjoying it. Blows my mind, even to this day."

"Well, I figure that if a son wants to lie down with his Mother, it should be her Motherly duty to acquiesce to that offer. And if the Mom has a sexy body, it would be downright wrong for her son not to take part in her womanhood. And every Mother I know thinks of their son in a sexual way at one point or another. They are just too afraid to start anything. But damn, if it's consensual...." I felt her pussy squeeze on my cock, "It's some fucking amazing sex. And if this is what you want, you can have it. I'm yours." 

I leaned down and sucked on Mom's nipples. "I like the way you think, Mom," I said between kisses on her breasts. "Now let me know when you're ready to cum again. I want to fuck you through the whole thing."

"Sure thing, sweetheart," she said, wrapping her arms around me. We fucked for at least another 3 minutes before Mom began to climax for the 14th time.

"Oh GOD! Here it comes again! FUCK!" She let go of me and laid back on the bed completely, moaning, yelling and writhing in ecstasy. And all the while, I never pulled out. She was smiling, laughing and twitching, her pussy getting extraordinarily damp. "Holy shit, babe," she said, "My pussy is so fucking weak. I can only take one more. This is it. And now, I'm going to be on top."

She sat up quickly and I promptly laid down where she was. Without missing a beat, she positioned herself on top of me, grabbing and aiming my cock towards her pussy, and sat down. Entering my Mother's pussy was a sensation I could never get used to. Not only warm and tight, but inviting and comforting. Then Mom rode me like crazy. Bucking her hips forward and backward, grinding her crotch against mine and testing my ability to hold off like never before. I reached up and grabbed her breasts, caressing them and running my fingers over her soft nipples. I then let go of them, letting them bounce freely of their own accord as I placed my hands on Mom's thighs. She was sighing and whimpering now as well as moaning.

She was close.

"Darling," she said between gasps of passion, "This is it. I'm ready whenever you are. I'm ready for another child. If you're willing to to fertilize me........I'm ready."

"Of course, Missy," I said, placing my hands on her hips, above her ass, "On 3, alright?"

"Yes," she said.

"1......2.......OH GOD!" Missy interrupted my countdown with a cry. She had already started. Her 15th had kicked in. Time for me to drop my defences and let loose. The tension in my cock evaporated as I broke my concentration. The effect was intstant. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. I could fell Mom's pussy contract as I shot thick streams of cum up into her vaginal canal. It seemed to last forever.

10 seconds later, I was still erupting inside Mom, and her onto me. I could feel her female orgasm liquids drench my dick which continued to release the build-up that had been accumalating inside me all day.

The bliss did last for a while, but ended all too soon. I could feel my streams subside as well as Mom's spasms. She slipped off me and fell to my left side, still remaining close with her leg draped over mine and her breasts resting on my arm. We lay there for at least a minute, catching our breath after the climax of my most elaborate Mother's Day yet.

I turned over and faced Mom, placing my hand on her stomach. "We did it again," I said, looking from her soft belly to her face. She said nothing, just leaned in and embraced me, softly kissing me.

"Oh!" I said, leaning away from Mom and getting off of the bed, "I almost forgot." I walked over to the dresser and grabbed the box I had left earlier in the day when I had come home to prepare the house. I walked back over to Mom and laid down again, placing the box behind me and out of her sight. "Give me your hand," I said. Mom gave me her right hand. I placed my fingers over hers, touching her wedding ring. "Is this the ring Dad bought you?" I asked. "Yes," she said, running her own fingers over it, "I had forgotten all about it until now. Looks beautiful, but I suppose that it has lost some of its meaning." She looked a little solemn. 

"Mom," I said, grabbing the ring and pulling it off her finger, "I have something for

you." She looked a little taken aback by having her wedding ring pulled off without her permission, but seemed to not be against it entirely. I reached behind me and grabbed the box. Mom instantly recognized it, as anyone would, as a ring box from a jewelry store. She looked curious and entranced. I opened it in front of her. Inside was a $3,000 diamond ring. Mom gasped. "Take it," I said. She grabbed the ring and took it out, gazing at it in awe. "Sweetie....I.....you.....$3,000?". I nodded. "Don't ask how," I said, "I just want you to have it. And this..." I held up her old wedding ring. "....can go to Danielle. Dad chose it as his gift of love to his woman. Only fitting that she should have it now, right?" Mom gazed at my ring and her old one.

Then she slowly brought it to her ring finger, staring at it all the while. She slipped it on gracefully.

"....Wow...." she said, staring at her hand with a sparkling diamond twinkling back at her. "I don't know what to say, sweetheart." "I just wanted you to have a band that would make you think of us when you saw it." I said, "While simultaneously spoiling you with the most expensive gift I could afford." "Oh, darling," Mom said, sitting cross-legged on the bed and touching her ring, "You've done so much for me today. A fun day on the town, 15 orgasms, a 2nd child and a new diamond ring." 

"And you deserve them all. You've been such a wonderful Mother and, more or less, wife to me. This doesn't even begin to show my gratitude for what you have done for not only me, but this whole family."

"Wow. I don't know what to say. How can I ever repay you for this?"

"By continuing to be the most kind...." I leaned forward. "....the most loving..." I started crawling towards her.

"...and the most sexy Mother a son could ask for." I hugged her to me and rolled her onto the bed. Nothing more was said. We just lay bed, kissing and cuddling until sleep overtook us.







5. AFTERMATH

The next morning, Mom announced the news to the whole family. "Way to go, bro," said Dani, removing her top and heading for the stairs, "Knocked Mom up again. Well done. Can't wait to meet my new sibling." She smiled and went upstairs. "Congratulations Son," Dad said, shaking my hand, "I'm proud of you. You're catching up to me. Soon you'll have more kids than I do." "Thanks, Dad," I said. He went upstairs after Dani.

Sure enough, Mom was pregnant. The test we got confirmed it as well as the doctor visits. Mom was going to have her 6th child, 2nd by me.

A few months later, we got an ultrasound to see what gender the baby would be.

Male.

"Hmm, looks like Lexi is going to have a soulmate," whispered Mom while the doctor was in the other corner of the room. I kissed her right there in the office.





END.



Mother's Day



"Okay, let's ride together and pick Mom up on the way. I'll see you soon." Reservations for 7 pm. I'm so glad I booked early! Mother's Day is no joke. It seemed like every restaurant in town was full last year, so this year I was sure to call her favorite well in advance. That made my job easy - my brother John had the harder job of selecting the gift. I pulled in and parked, shot out the text, 'Here. Come on down.'

'You come up here. Sign the card and help me carry.'

Help carry? What the hell did he get her? And... would it fit in my car? Again, good thing I planned ahead and arrived early. This could become a logistical nightmare.

My brother opened the door, still topless and with his hair wet. "Dude, your boobs are getting bigger than mine! What are you benching these days?" I pushed past him and took a seat on the oversized sofa. "And I'm so glad you're actually just making me wait, rather than making me carry anything. I'm beat." It was true. Working out just ran in the family, and I'd done more than I should have that day. 

He laughed. "Having boobs bigger than yours isn't hard."

Brothers. "And having a dick bigger than yours isn't, either," I shot back, wagging my pinky finger at him. 

He gestured like a knife to his heart. "Ow, you cut me deep, Sis. As if you'd know. I've never heard complaints from anyone who's actually seen it."

"Hey, I've seen it... and I doubt it's grown since then." Our standard ribbing. It's true that my boobs are small, and they're fantastic - firm but soft, perky. Being an athlete does have certain advantages. As for his dick, who actually remembers years of bath tub time with their siblings? Not me. But with a brother like mine, you can't *not* give an inappropriate insult when a door is opened. I had no idea whether there was any truth to my accusations. Sure, I'd wondered... there is no harm in wondering, I would tell myself. It's normal to be curious about things.

"Only doubt? Ye of little faith. I should just drop trou and see your doubt change to certainty that I'm full grown. Full." He smirked and held eye contact... and I didn't look away, either. Neither of us are the type to back down from a challenge. But did he understand what he was proposing? I wasn't fully honest with myself: I had, in fact, been more than curious as to what he looked like naked. I know that I look great naked, and being siblings with similar lifestyles, it would stand to reason that my brother would, too. I could recall many times when I'd had to look away from him during a workout, when I'd had to stop my gaze, when I imagined (or did I?) that his eyes often also lingered just a moment too long in my direction - and not just checking form. 

"Sure, 'big brother'. Show me if the title applies." I didn't smile. I could feel my heat rising, and not in anger.

"You're fucking serious? Weirdo." His eyes stayed locked with mine. "You are, aren't you?" It had been a long time since I'd seen him shaken. Subtle, but my sibling eyes could see that he was no longer as composed as he was trying to appear. A lifetime of knowing him meant I could read him. 

"What if I am? You're the one who offered." He really couldn't be surprised at me being bold - he'd guided me in that direction my whole life. Never treated me like I was fragile, always expected me to stand my own ground. I'd heard of big brothers who were over-protective of their little sisters. They seemed so odd. "Drop your pants already. Or do you just have a vagina in there?"

He unbuckled his belt and I looked down to watch his hands work, hoping he couldn't detect how eager I had become. With his zipper undone and his hands at his waistband, ready to guide his pants down his hips, he paused. "Sis, this is messed up. I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to actually show you my dick."

"Since when do you worry so much about what you're supposed to do?" I found myself striding toward him. What was I doing? When did I stand up? We were within inches of each other. I looked up to his face and felt his breath, heavy. "Would it help if, rather than you showing me, I take it upon myself to find it?" My hands met his, skin and fabric coming together, my thumbs touching his hips. Together, we moved, pushing his pants downward, releasing and letting them fall to his ankles. Eyes locked. I stepped in closer. "Or would it help if I looked with my hands first?" I was already exploring his flesh, my hands trailing along his thighs, as I felt him grab my hips and pull me closer.

"Sister... I don't think there's much I could do to stop you. And I can't pretend to want you to stop." He was right. As my hands found his cock, they found it swollen and growing. He could say whatever he wanted, but I knew that in this moment we were again so similar, each of us desiring the experience. From my hands I knew he hadn't been merely boasting. I chose the moment to finally look down and see what had been hidden from me for so many years. My breath caught in my throat. He put his forehead to mine, one hand cupping the back of my head. "I told you so."

"Oh, brother..." My voice trailed, and my hands began to stroke, seeing him begin to glisten and feeling myself getting wet. A thought sprang to my mind and I tapped in to my courage. "Since we're already this far in... I've seen you, touched you... can I taste you?" His hand moved from the back of my head to my chin, tilting my face to look at him.

"Do you know how many times I've imagined you like this, Sister? I always felt like there was something wrong with me. Like I was a bad brother. Why do you think I've always treated you like one of the guys? The thought of seeing you as a girl, as a woman, of noticing your body... it scared me. I really tried not to feel like this for you."

"You have always been the best brother." I dropped to my knees and looked into his eyes. "Always." The last word I spoke before placing him in my mouth. Tasting my brother, reveling in the taste of him. I felt his hands begin to caress my hair, encouraging me to receive more of his shaft. 

"Oh, god, Sis. I can't believe this is really happening." His hips began a gentle thrusting. He was containing himself, holding back from handling me roughly. My lips, my tongue, my hands, I couldn't get enough of him. I reached down and unbuttoned my own pants, slipping one hand into my panties, withdrawing it to find it soaked. I pulled my mouth away and held my hand up to show my brother.

"*This* is happening."

"Oh, god!"

"What are you going to do about it?" I raised an eyebrow as I gave the challenge. He stepped out of his crumpled pants and lifted me to my feet with determination. His mouth pressed hard into mine, his tongue forceful, tasting his own pre-cum in my mouth. My hands were already pulling my shirt up, aiming to bring it over my head, with my brother attempting to help. I had a small giggle as it got tangled between our frantic arms. Free of my top, my brother was pulling my pants down. As I stepped out of them, he paused, on his knees. He wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face into me. I could hear him smell me, could feel him kissing me through my panties. "Oh, brother..."

We moved naturally, no need for direction. I sat back on to the sofa, removing my bra as my brother removed my panties; in sync as though our sibling minds were one. He stood up and looked at my body as I lay on the couch. I could be certain now that his gaze was indeed lingering. "I can't believe my beautiful sister is naked on my couch."

"If you can't believe this, how are you going to handle what we're about to do?" I gave a wink and a smile. I knew I shouldn't. I knew this wasn't okay. But who can care so much about okay? "For what it's worth, no one else would believe it, either. Not that anyone else will ever know." I reached for him and guided him on top of me, feeling the weight of my brother's toned body. "Can you believe that I've felt this way for you, too, brother? For as long as I can remember." 

We kissed, intense, passionate, peppered with pulling back to look at each other as our hands roamed freely, our hips grinding into one another with my legs wrapped around him. "I want to feel you inside of me. I've already waited so long. It would be mean to make me wait any longer."

He paused, "Oh, fuck... I don't have any condoms." We locked eyes and held them. I reached down and guided his cock to my entrance. 

"I don't need a condom for my brother. Nothing should ever come between us." With no further hesitation, he began to thrust in to me. I gasped. Big brother, indeed. "Slow down, brother. I need to open more for you. God, you're big."

His tempo complied. "Told you so," he smirked. Our rhythms joined together, kissing and thrusting. I felt him deeper and deeper, speeding the movement of my hips as my body acclimated to the size of my brother's cock. "I can't believe how wet you are. Who knew my little sister was a lube factory, all this time?" His attempt at humor didn't slow us down. 

"Only for you, brother. I've never felt so wet." We increased the pace of our thrusting, his body slamming hard against my clit. I moaned, "Oh, god. Please keep doing that, exactly that." I really do have the best brother. He met my needs, maintaining a steady, hard rhythm. I could feel my body opening, amazed at how like a flower it really seemed as I built toward orgasm. "Oh, god, brother!" I came, hard, squeezing my legs tight around his waist, pulsing around his cock. Instinctively, he adjusted his pace to fit each pulsation, kissing my forehead as I wrapped my arms around his back and placed my head to his chest, hearing his heart pounding. "Best brother," I whispered. "I want you to feel as good as I do." My brother returned to the hard, rhythmic thrusting as I held tight. 

"I'm going to cum, Sister. Do you want me to pull out?"

"Don't you dare pull out. Let me feel you." He moaned, clutching me tightly, thrusting. I could feel each wave increase the size of his already large cock as he shot in to me. It was both an eternity and yet never enough time, feeling my brother climax inside of me. Spent, we lay there, sweaty, panting. I turned my head to the side... and caught the sight of a clock. "Oh, shit... it's 6:30."

He looked up, "Fuuuuck. And we have to get Mom... fuuuuck. Do you think she'll be able to tell? Do we have time to shower?"

"Shower? No way. I want to smell you on me. We'll be together... she won't notice that we are each carrying the other's scent. Now give me the card so I can sign it and let's hit the road. What'd you get her, anyway?"

"Maybe a grandbaby, we'll see." He winked. I swatted at him and giggled. 

"No fucking way, man. I'm not having kids." He moved to the other side of the room and brought back a small box. I opened the lid and looked inside - a framed picture of the four of us, with the frame engraved, 'No one loves like family.' "Well-played, bro. Well-played."



Mother's Day



( . Y . )

"Hey Captain!" I said into my phone.

"Hey Sailor!" my dad said.

"How are they hanging?" I queried.

"One in front of the other, for speed!" He's a fighter pilot, that's the standard reply. "And yourself?"

"I'm high speed, low-drag sir!" We both chuckled. I'm not in the Navy, just going to college, but I know the lingo pretty good.

"You're going home for Mother's Day, right?" he asked.

"Oh yeah, dad. I'm going home, uh, Friday afternoon. After class gets out. Please tell me you sent something?"

We both laughed again. Dad once had the impression that his wife wasn't his mother, and therefore he didn't need to get her anything for Mother's day. That is the wrong impression, believe me! He'd been over-doing it every year since, but I still teased him about it.

He had to send something because he was TDY (temporary duty) in Italy. Dad was a Captain, bucking for Admiral, so he was very busy. The house is in Alexandria, Virginia, so he can be near his job at the Pentagon. I'm down the road a bit at the University of Virginia.

I'm not ashamed to say it; Dad's my hero. He shot down a MiG-27 in the first Gulf War. He was a Blue Angel for 3 years, including serving as Flight Leader. He was the CAG on the Ronald Reagan, he's cool under fire, great under pressure, and a fucking funny guy and a great dad. The only problem is that he's not around much. He's probably missed more than half my life.

My brother and me were pretty tough customers as kids growing up, but we were no match for Mom. I'm not saying she ruled with an iron fist, but you learned early on when 'enough was enough'. Or rather, I learned early on. My older brother never quite picked up on that and always pushed way passed the boundaries. He's now living in New York with his new wife. She and Mom are cordial but a little strained.

Anyway, I was finishing up my last class of the day on Thursday, Psych, when I got an e-mail blast from my History professor that the Friday class was cancelled.

Cool. I went to the frat, packed up my shit and laundry and sped for home. My girlfriend and I broke up last week so I had no reason not to go home early. Speaking of fucking retards, god she was needy. Texting me all fucking day, getting angry when I didn't return the "I love yous" within seconds. Hey babe, I was taking a test, calm down. No! You don't love me blah blah blah, christ what a chore.

We'd lived in Alexandria only a couple years, and with Dad being gone so much, Mom really looked forward to my time at home with her. She'll be happy to see me home early, I thought. I'll surprise her.

The two-hour drive went by pretty quick, and I pulled into our little mansion. It's a Navy-owned house that they have for use by certain Pentagon-ers. We pay rent, but not what it's really worth. Just a perk that we don't tell the taxpayers about. Anyway, the house is 5 bedrooms, colonial style, big in-ground pool in the huge backyard. I stepped out into the heat. It's weird, being so hot in early May.

I unlocked the door and stepped into the cool house. I heard some funny noises upstairs; is that the TV, or does Mom have some people up there?

I walked up the stairs to investigate. I didn't call out. Why not? I wish I would've. The noise was people, women's voices, sounded like they were having a party or something. Couldn't make it out exactly.

I made my way down the hall, stepped into my parent's bedroom, and got the shock of my life.

There, on the bed, was my mother.

Naked.

On her back, her head propped up on some pillows. Her large breasts cradled between her arms. Her arms were together because she had two hands on a big purple vibrator and she was driving it into her bare pussy.

But that wasn't all.

Laying next to my mom was another woman, also naked, also plowing herself with a big dildo. Pink, I think it was. They were laying right next to each other, their arms and legs touching each other. One of their legs was overlapping the other gal, I'm not exactly sure whose.

I turned my head to the flat screen on the wall, the source of all the noise. A porno played, a bunch of girls doing one of those lesbian squirt orgies. Actually, I had seen this one. It had Flower Tucci, a black chick named Jada something, Britney Stevens, and a bunch of others, too. The porno is where one girl gets "girl cum" sprayed all over her face by all the other chicks. But, it looks pretty much like pee. But it's not yellow, it's all clear like they've been drinking beer. Anyway, that's not the point of the story.

The point is, my Mom is masturbating while laying down with another naked woman.

All this takes longer to describe than it actually took place, I think I was only there a couple seconds when I blurted out:

"Hi Mom."

Both woman jerked their heads towards me, screamed, and tried to find the covers. However, that took a few more seconds as they had been kicked off the bed completely. Looking back, it was kind of funny, or even damn funny. But at the moment, I was pissed.

What the fuck was Mom doing? How could she do this to Dad? He's out serving our country and she's... doing whatever the fuck this is? Goddammit!

I turned and walked back down the stairs, and out the door, with Mom calling my name the whole way.

As I drove away, my phone rang. Mom. I'm not answering that.

I begin to head to the freeway to join the traffic jam out of DC to go back to school. I didn't know what else to do. The phone rang again, I looked at it on the passenger seat when there was a big

Whump!

What the fuck did I hit? The car is still moving... nobody's around me... I check the rear-view mirror and I notice a major fucking pothole receding in the distance. Just about then, the steering gets weird, and the front wheels go all wobbly and shit. I manage to pull over to the side of the road. Looking under the front end, I could see a metal bar hanging down. I don't think that's supposed to do that. Fuck.

Triple-A came in about 30 minutes and towed me to the nearest auto repair dude. Fortunately, it was one we've dealt with before and he took a quick look.

"Tie Rod," he said. "Can probably get one tomorrow, have it done by the end of the day."

Great. None of my buddies are home yet. Guess I have to face Mom. I dialed her up.

"I'm so sorry Travis I can explain--"

"Mom!" I tried to interrupt, she just talked faster.

"Itwasn'tanythingreallyitjust happened--"

"MOM!" I hollered into the phone.

"What!"

"Can you come get me? the car broke down." I gave her the address.

"Sure, um, I'm leaving right now."

"Make sure you're dressed, ok?" I had to give her a dig.

Click.

So now I had some time to think about this. And I came to the conclusion that I didn't know what to think. Was she cheating on Dad? Kind of. Maybe. Yes. But not quite. Was she lying to us? Absolutely. "And we always tell the truth in this house!" That line was drilled into me, by her, for years. Oh gawd...

Mom picked me up, we had an uncomfortably quiet ride back home.

I went up to my room and shut the door. I just felt so weird, seeing Mom naked was so confusing. I mean, she's always been 'the hot mom'. When my folks had squadron parties, all the junior officers would just kind of hover around her; let me get that, I'll pick up the dishes, no let me get the trash, I'll get more ice... all that kind of stuff. Dad would get a kick out of it. She was a serious looker, for sure. But she's also, Mom. Mom, who would yell at me for not feeding the dog, having dirty shoes, getting a 'B' in science. Mom, who knew all my buttons and just how to play me to get what needed to be done.

It was getting on towards 6:30 when she called me down for dinner. I'd rather not eat, but I was fucking starving. Oh well, here goes.

"Do you know how your dad and I met?" she asked me as she set the table.

"Um... at some banquet or something, I guess."

"It was at an Air Force base in Texas, Lackland. Your dad was doing some kind of liasion crap with the boys in blue. We met in the 'O' club, and I know it sounds dumb, but I knew he was the one for me in about 5 minutes. And sure, he liked me straight away, but not in a serious way. He was older than me, 8 years, and kind of saw me as a plaything.

"So, as you kids say, we hooked up. For two weeks straight."

I kind of blushed and turned my head. I don't want to hear about this!

"You probably don't want to hear this, but I need to explain some things to you. Things that parents don't normally share with their kids but, in light of certain... circumstances... I think you deserve to know."

She started dishing out Aunt Betty's famous chicken recipe. My favorite. What a coincidence.

"After the two weeks were up, he had to go back to California. On a whim he said I should go with him. So I did. We were married a month later."

"Now, in the Navy, it isn't just about how well you perform. Like any group, politics play a big part of your advancement. And let me tell you. I was a big asset to your father's career!" She posed for a moment, sticking out her chest and ass before she sat down.

"He knew it, I knew it, and we played the game. Yes, your dad is very sharp and all that, but I played a big part. It never helps to shmooze your commanding officer, or have your wife do it."

I was incredulous. "You mean, you slept with his--"

"Oh! Heavens no! But a little flirting goes a long way. But it never went beyond that. I was always true to your dad."

"Except for today."

"Yes, well... I still am technically true to him. I've never fooled around or hooked up completely. The same, however, cannot be said for him."

I sat very still. No. Say it ain't so. My dad would never do that.

"The Blue Angels, that was the first I heard of it. Just little whispers at first, perhaps some sympathetic looks from other wives. They knew. Finally, someone told me. I confronted him, and he admitted it. He said he loved me more than anything, but his urges outweighed his vows. It wasn't his fault, he said.

"So I had a choice. Continue to be the 'good Navy wife' and raise you two boys and make a life for us, or bail out and struggle on my own."

She paused for a while so she could eat, I was trying to process all this. Mostly I was wishing she wasn't telling me all this.

"It wasn't easy, and we had a lot of fights. Some very big ones." I remember some of those. Not good times. "But in the end, I wanted the life. I wanted a husband who loved me to death and would do anything for me, while he was around, and I wanted a stable home for my kids.

"He toned down his activities, and it was just something that happened 'on the road' and he never brought it home. I turned the other cheek, looked the other way, what ever you want to call it, and we have a pretty good life for all of us.

"Now, he's what, 52? No, 53. And he hasn't done anything for years. I know, he wants his admiralship too much so he won't even scratch his ass in public, let alone fool around."

"I... I didn't know, Mom."

"Of course you didn't! It's not something that needed to be discussed with you guys. Like I said, he was discreet, and then it tailed off and it's all gone now.

"I love your father very much. Always have. And I love our life together. I wouldn't trade it for the world." She was serious, not just bull-shitting me.

"However..." I said. Trying to get some answers on her activities of today.

"Yes. However. Well it ain't always a bed of roses, kid. I shit you not. You know this, Dad could be gone on deployments 6 months, 8 months, one time he was gone 11 months. 11! And..." she dropped her fork on her plate.

"Well... shit... I have needs, too. Just like him. Maybe even more so. but I never acted upon them. I stayed true. All this time..." I didn't say anything snarky, I just waited her out.

"I kept thinking, he would just belong to me at some point. But, he's up for admiral, and the stress of that and his age have ganged up on him. He can't... for the most part... um... he's not quite the man he used to be."

I was crestfallen. My dad. The Navy hero. Shot down bad guys, highly decorated, almost an admiral, and he's cheated on my mom and can't get his dick hard. Jesus Christ, what a day.

We talked some more about it as we finished dinner. She even pulled out some of her letters from him from way back. He was apologizing for some woman named "Bambi" that he had apparently fucked. This was back in the day of hand-written letters. You could see the ink smears where Mom's tears had dropped on the pages.

"And so... I get lonely sometimes. Jeanine, my friend you saw today, is another Navy wife. She's younger than me by a few years, but in the same boat. We got drunk once and spilled our guts, our deep, deep guts! And after several months of talking, we decided to have a little joint session today. You were coming home tomorrow, so..."

"Really? That was the first time?"

"We always tell the truth in this house!" she said.

We looked at each other for a moment, then we both busted out laughing. That was kind of our motto, but turns out it was a bit empty.

"Ok Mom. Well here's a truth from me. I... don't know what to say at this point. I understand where you're coming from, but it's still a lot to digest. But I'm sorry I judged you so harshly at first. Obviously, that wasn't fair, or very nice."

We both stood up and went to each other, we had a very nice hug. She cried a little bit on my shoulder, I reassured her that it was okay.

"I love you son," she said, and turned to face me and gave a quick kiss on the lips.

"I love you too, Mom." And I kissed her back for half a second.

We had a little dessert, then I excused myself for the evening as I was very tired. Mom understood.

I went upstairs and played some X-box for awhile. I had to let my mind unwind from all of this. As I got tired, I pulled out my laptop and did some searches for MILF BIG TITs and found some old favorites. It occurred to me then that that was kind of a weird topic, for me. Hot Milfs. Why was that interesting to me? Was there really some truth to all that Oedipus shit they talked about in my Psychology classes? I searched instead for that LESBIAN SQUIRT PARTY that Mom had on earlier.

Found it. This was one raunchy vid. It's not so much that I'm into watersports, because, it's kind of weird. It's more that, this is just kind of... wrong... on so many levels, and yet these chicks are having such a fucking blast! They are either some great actresses (doubtful) or they are so tuned into sex that they just love this shit. I prefer that explanation, that they are just fucking sex fiends and will do whatever it takes to cum 9 times in a 45 minute flick.

I whacked off, and I couldn't help but picture Mom on her bed now and then. And she had a friend, too. Maybe Mom would like to eat that chick's pussy and whoa... fuck... cum flew out of my cock at close to Mach 1! I had to keep it's head down or that shit would hit me in the eye or even go on the wall. It's happened before, trust me.

I slept pretty good that night. I'd like to tell you about some crazy sex dreams, but I didn't actually have any.

( . Y . )

I slept in till about 10 on Friday. That's NOT something we do when dad's home. But, obviously, when the Captain's away, the sailors will play! I whacked off again and then went downstairs where Mom made me a nice breakfast of eggs and bacon and hash browns. She asked for my help in the garden; it was time to plant some flowers. In the old flower bed off to the side of the big swimming pool.

So after we cleaned up the kitchen, I went and got on my cargo shorts and a T-shirt. Went out back and started gathering the shovel and rake and gloves and other implements of destruction.

Mom came out a few minutes later, wearing some red short shorts. And I mean short. As in 'not long'. Short. They went at least two or maybe even three millimeters passed where her legs separate from her midsection. At least two millimeters past her... private area. She also had on one of dads old Navy khaki shirts, long sleeve. But she had it where she'd taken the long shirt tails and tied them into a knot in front. This exposed some of her belly to me. And, unlike yesterday where I only saw her for a second, I could glance at her bare midriff for quite a while.

Wait! What the fuck was going on? Why was I looking at Mom and appraising her as I would some college chick? I was mentally tabulating her assets and was ready to assign her a number? This isn't right!

I saw the old flower bed and attacked it with my pick and also with a damn fury. I need to think properly. Straighten up and fly right, dumbshit.

Although, since I had already calculated a number, I might as well share it: 9.5.

Now, you may say that's a damn high number for a mid-forties woman. Well, fuck you. And the horse you rode in on. Mom was rather statuesque at five foot nine. And she had curves, and they were tight. And her frame, while not tiny like a starving model, was very pleasing. Her boobs were... big. I don't fucking know how big. Is the cup size that important? I guess a 'D'. Probably more. Double that. Or more. They seemed to be freestyle inside her shirt which now looked like a halter top. But the best part was her face. Good chin with no hang-downs or doubles going on. Nice skin as she kept out of the sun for the most part. She kept her teeth white, which makes one younger looking. But the best parts were her eyes and her smile. When she smiled at you, it wasn't all fakey shit, her eyes lit up and you knew she was smiling at you and that meant something.

Mom called to me, and smiled at me as I turned around. It was that great smile, too.

"Easy tiger, you don't have to do it all in one minute, you know!"

We got the flats out and the topsoil and worked the ground together. We used to do this a lot, especially moving around like we did. We usually got some half-crappy house so Mom always wanted to plant flowers to make it look nice. As an old man of 21, I find it very therapeutic to plant and make things grow. We chatted about all kinds of stuff, until she brought up a funny subject out of the blue.

"So Travis," she began. "Speaking of masturbation..." she let that hang there.

I raised my head up from the shovel and looked over at her. She was sitting on her knees with her legs tucked under her. Her breasts jiggled as she tried to break open a plant flat.

"I didn't know we were speaking of masturbation?" I said. Or asked. Kind of both.

"I just wanted to let you know that you were the winner." She said.

"I'm the winner? Of masturbation?"

"Oh yeah, you beat your brother by a mile."

I laughed out loud at that one.

"Are you sure? How do you know?"

"A mother knows. Crusty socks, crusty old T-shirts, kleenex in the bedroom garbage can... a mother knows!" There was that smile again, with the twinkly eyes.

"Well, Sam always was a bit of a pussy!" Not really true. Sam was a tough guy and played college football. But still, he wasn't much with the ladies.

"It just made me a bit nervous, I thought maybe you were going to turn into a sex freak or something."

"Well, how do you think I felt, mom!" We laughed again. "Like you said, Sam was pretty, uh, well not much of a sex drive. I felt like a maniac compared to him. I mean, morning, noon, afternoon, night time... wait... why am I telling you all this? Goddammit!" somehow she tricked me into talking about my whack off activities

Mom laughed at my discomfort.

"Well look at my gene pool!" I argued. "I didn't have much choice of not being a sex fiend. I mean, Mark got none of it, I must of got all of it from both you and Dad!"

"Well, Trav. Let's not make each other uncomfortable then. I propose that there be no masturbating this weekend. It's too messy."




Mother's Day



Well she was right about that, my shit gets everywhere.

"Ok then," I responded. "I can take it if you can. But remember, 'We always tell the truth in this house'! So no fibbing."

"Me?" Mom responded, as if she was aghast at the suggestion. "Fib? Never? It's on. But there must be a penalty, in case someone loses control..."

"Hmmm. Penalty." I thought for a few moments. Then I came up with a great and terrible idea.

"How about," I began. "Whoever 'loses', has to have the other person watch them 'lose' again?"

Holy fuck what did I just suggest? One of us watch the other masturbate? I'm some kind of sick fucking puppy and I don't know if there's a heaven but I'm pretty sure there's a hell and I'll be in it with all the other derelicts and deviants and killers and--

"Deal!" Mom said.

We worked the dirt for a while in silence.

"Who said it could get this fucking hot in May?" I wondered aloud. I pulled my T-shirt over my head to try and catch some breeze. I got back to work, I was trying to chop the roots away from some other fucking tree that was invading the flower bed.

"Foul!" Mom called. "Um... Un-necessary Buffness!"

"What?" I teased back. "There's no fouls! There's no rules! It's jut win or lose, mama!" I had bulked up over the years, though. Nice to be noticed. I made sure to flex my arms more, now that I knew she was watching. 'Foul', my ass! Ooh, yeah, my ass. I should turn a little more away from her so I can bend over for her and grab some fucking roots.

"Foul!" Mom said again. "You can't point your smelly ass at me!"

"It does NOT smell! Okay... it probably does... but that's not a foul because you made me come out here!"

Mom was muttering under her breath just barely loud enough for me to hear her. She was teasing some more. "God damn kids... show no respect... put em through college... they cheat at the games..."

I just chuckled until Mom sat up straight and stretched. She arched her back and stuck her arms way up in the air. Her chest swelled to enormous proportions as she breathed in a cleansing breath.

"You were right," she said. "It's damn hot out here."

I kept sneaking looks as she went about her business like I wasn't there. She undid the top button on her old ratty shirt. Then the next. And another one. Christ! How many buttons are on this fucking shirt? She undid all of them, just leaving the shirt tails tied right at her belly button.

I could now see exposed boob flesh.

Cleavage. Lovely, dark, and deep. But I have promises to keep. And many days before I... masturbate.

I returned to my work, trying to hide my rising boner. I sneaked peaks back over my shoulder. Mom was on all fours, moving about, lifting a hand to grab a petunia and place it in the ground. Her breasts swayed back and forth, and they shook and trembled as she moved about the garden.

"Alright!" I yelled. "Foul!"

Mom smiled at me sweetly, her breasts hanging down such that I could see about 47% of her total tits. Not the nipples, of course, they were straining her shirt.

"There's no fouls, remember?"

"There should be. Illegal Motion in the... front..."

"You mean this?" Mom shook her breasts.

"Yeah, that. Stop it or I'll go on strike and form a union and picket your house. 'Unfair to workers'."

We finished about an hour later. The garden looked very nice. We didn't, though. Dirty, sweaty, smelly, and there was potting soil all over the walkway.

"You put away the tools?" Mom suggested. "And I'll get the hose."

I put away a few things in the shed. When I came back Mom had the hose going, washing down the bricks of all the dirt. I took in the rest of the tools.

"Hey," I said when I came back. "I'm going in for a shower."

"Not like that!" Mom snapped. She pointed down at my feet. I had shoes on, but they were filthy and dirt had gotten inside. I kicked off them off and told her to rinse my feet off.

"Okay, stand back. The water shoots out pretty hard." Always thinking of how to be good to her kids, Mom was.

She pointed the nozzle and sprayed my feet and got the dirt off. Got the dirt off my shins and calves, too. Good not to traipse all that dirt onto the rug.

Then, Mom raised the hose and shot me in the crotch! And the chest and face! She was hosing me down! And that fucking water felt COLD!

"No!" I cried. "You did not just do that!" I stood there and took it. I even turned around so she could wash my back.

"Are you done?" I asked when she stopped.

"Almost!" and she sprayed me one more time. "Ok, done... Travis... wait... don't... TRAVIS!"

I charged Mom and scooped her up in my arms. She's not light as a feather, but it wasn't a problem for an adrenaline and hormonally charged young man.

"Stop it!" she begged. "Put me down! What are you... no! Not the pool!"

I unceremoniously threw Mom into the deep end of the pool.

As she came up for air, I did a cannonball right next to her.

Jesus! I thought the hose water was cold! We don't turn on the pool heater until Memorial Day! Fuck! We both started to swim to the shallow end, but I was wearing cargo shorts. The kind with like 17 pockets and shit. These were not High-Speed Low-Drag swimming trunks! I could barely move, and I used to be on the swim team! I unsnapped and unzipped and kicked them off underwater. I kicked hard and caught Mom, gave her a yank on the leg, and passed her.

I quickly got to the steps and started getting out. I could here Mom sputtering behind me.

"You dirty, rotten, cheating little bastard! I was winning! Oh you're an infuriating piece of shit!"

I turned to help her out so she wouldn't slip. As Mom rose out of the water, so did my cock. Rise, that is. Which wasn't that big of a problem, except I was standing there in my wet skivvies.

But, you see, when Mom came out of the water, the cold water, I couldn't contain myself. Her nipples had hardened to near diamond strength, and they made sure everyone knew it. Those fuckers stood out at least an inch through her shirt. The wet material clung to her body, leaving nothing to the imagination. Oh look, there's even a little mole on the one side.

Mom was still fussing at me as she tilted her head back to gather up her hair and wring it dry. That only thrust out her enormous tits even more. I was now at full attention and didn't know what to fucking do. We were just playing around, right? This isn't serious, right? Is it? Fuck!

Mom kept up her funny tirade. "Little rat-bastard! It's on now! You can count on that! Wait until I tell your father--" She stopped mid-sentence as she happened to look down and saw my raging hard-on.

"Tell dad... what? Tell him what, Mom? I'm thinking maybe we don't tell him this..."

Mom suddenly realized her wet nipples were drilling through her shirt. She crossed her arms, trying to cover them up. That was funny, because her boobs are too big for that and she just said "Oh! You!" and began to walk off.

I patted her butt as she walked past.

"Hey!" she cried, still walking away. "None of that, now! And no masturbating, either!"

"No fibbing!" I called to her. She flipped me off.

Well, I thought. That was kind of a fun afternoon.

( . Y . )

I got out of the shower. Yes, it was mostly a cold one. I had to get this thing back down. No masturbating, that was the bet. And I sure didn't want to lose! Ok, truth be told, I'm sure that I had masturbated to Mom at some point in my life. But... shit... it wasn't all the time, hardly ever. I just didn't think of her that way. Until today. Or maybe, yesterday. But definitely right now. I gotta fucking clear my head.

"Honey?" Mom called from the hallway. "There's a sandwich downstairs. I'm going to clean up and do some shopping for some shit. You can go do whatever, but I was thinking we could go out somewhere tonight. Maybe, Fleming's?" That was a high-end steakhouse. The kind where a potato is twelve dollars.

"Yeah! Sure! Sounds good!" I dried my crotch but kept moving. Fuck! I didn't know it was this hard not to touch myself!

In my room, I heard the shower go on. Mom's naked in the shower. Now this, I thought, this is the moment of truth. Are we kidding around or are we playing with fire? This will tell. If I go in there, we'll find out.

I walked down the hall to her bedroom.

Put my hand on the knob.

No, I can't do this.

I'm a fucking pussy.

Then I began to twist the knob.

Locked.

Fucking bitch! I thought to myself. She knew... she knew I would try. Which means... what? No? Never? Not now? Go jerk off? Oh Mom... you're a sneaky one.

Well, I certainly never got a hard on playing X-box, so I went and did that. With my sandwich, of course. You can't play Xbox and not eat.

( . Y . )

Got a text from Mom later in the afternoon.

-Bought something for tonight! Let's be ready to leave around 6:30. Dinner reservations are at 7. Dress kind of nice. Love, Mom.

Mom doesn't know that you don't have spell out every word in a text. Or she doesn't believe in it.

I replied.

-Yep luv u 2

She came home an hour or so later. Poked her head into the study, said 'Hi', and locked herself in her room again. Whatever.

At 6:15, I put on my nice black pants and a black silk shirt, it's got some white little paisley action going on over one shoulder. Mom bought it for me at Christmas and I hadn't worn it yet.

Brushed my teeth, shaved, spiked my hair up... boom. Looking pretty sharp! I went downstairs and got the car keys.

At 6:30 I hollered up, "I'm ready!"

At 6:40 I hollered up, "We're going to be late!"

At 6:43 I hollered up, "We could probably get a seat at McDonald's or maybe Burger--"

I stopped speaking. I stood at the base of the stairs as Mom tiptoed down in a black dress and high heels. But that's like saying the Eiffel Tower is a metal structure.

This dress, wow! Satiny material, deep and dark black. It went to about her mid-thighs so it wasn't real slutty, but it was tight up top. Very tight. Fitted, I guess is the term. Fitted like a small glove around her voluptuous body. You could see some motion in the dress. I wasn't certain, but I was guessing no bra. However, the dress was cinched a bit and seemed to provide some support for her beautiful babies.

As she walked past, I got another surprise. The dress had no back. Backless. Bareback. There was a little string of faux diamonds going across the back, holding it together. But that was it. And it was backless to the small of Mom's back. The very small of it. the smallest part. What I would call, 'Below the belt' even.

She did a little turn for me in the foyer. Her dress flew out a flew inches as she spun. I like that.

"So?" she asked. Mom had her dark hair done differently, some big curls and waves and flips instead of her usual flat. Dark red lipstick and gorgeous eye makeup completed her look. She was waiting for me to say something.

"Fabulous... fabulous... holy shit... you don't look like anybody's mother!"

She flashed me a demure smile, seductively put a fingertip in her mouth, turned halfway and kicked up a heel.

"Like the shoes?"

Black patent leather, stiletto heels, and extra straps that went up her ankle far more than is legal in some southern states. The heels were perfect; high, but not so high as to make one look stupid when they walk.

"Holy shit, Mom! Where's dad's gun? I think we'll need one tonight!"

Mom laughed.

"I'm serious!" I continued. "We're not taking the Explorer. I'm getting the Jag keys!"

Dad's Jaguar, a 1963 XKE with a 12-cylinder engine, didn't get out much. I wasn't allowed to drive it. He inherited it from a rich uncle some years back and he probably put 200 miles a year on it. He probably spent a thousand dollars a year on it just trying to keep it running, too. Brits, good people but don't understand much about electrical systems.

I started the Jag, she just purred like a kitten. I backed her out of the garage. Mom reached for the door to get in, but I stopped her. I jumped out and ran around to her side. Taking her hand, I eased her into the seat.

Revving the engine, the car shook and vibrated, filling us with promise of a fast and dangerous ride!

I popped the clutch and tore down the street. 13 minutes to go! We screeched and careened and did a couple power slides but still made it to the restaurant about ten minutes late. The valet took the car and backed it in, right by the front door. That's respect!

The waiting area was crowded, I was trying to check in with the Maitre' D. Mom was behind some tall asshole.

"Yes," Fritz was saying. "But you see, sir, we are very busy tonight and we can't hold tables all night..."

Tall guy moved away and Mom came into view and held my arm, and smiled her award winning smile at old Fritz. Really, she did win an award in 8th grade for best smile. We only tell the truth... ok I'll shut up.

"... but... you are in luck as a table by the window just opened up. This way, please?"

Mom made sure to brush her breast against Fritz a little, and complimented him on his tie. I tried to tip him $50, he refused. No, no money! Not for such a beauty as this! You need your money young man!

The waiter came up right away.

"Good evening folks! Welcome to Fleming's! And, may I just say that your mother looks stunning tonight on this Mother's Day weekend..." He smiled, all pleased with himself.

I spoke very slowly, and very quietly, but with passion.

"This... isn't... my... mother... you insolent, arrogant, insulting fool!"

Mom did a face palm.

"Now look what you've done, you've embarrassed her! Fritz!" I stood up to get Fritz and a ruckus ensued. Could I describe the ruckus? Not really. Just a bunch of staff rushing around, apologizing, bringing a champagne bucket with Fritz' compliments, a pate' that was obviously on it's way to another table, and various breads and rolls, and what else can we get for you? We got a new waiter, too. She was much better and kept her damn mouth shut. The other guy was moved across the room so we didn't have to see him. They assured us of that. We finally placed our orders and they left us alone.

"Who knew you were such a little shit?" Mom asked. But she was laughing, also.

"Hey, I learned from the best."

"Well," she continued. "If I'm not your mother, then maybe we should sit a little bit closer, don't you think?" And we scooted closer. I placed my arm around her, my hand on her warm, bare back. I toyed with her hair as we sipped champagne. Good man, that Fritz.

"Mmmm," Mom cooed. "That's better. Now we look like a couple." And she patted my knee under the table. And she kept it there. And I almost said that they can't see under the table but I was able to shut my stupid mouth up just in time.

The dinner was tremendous. The filets were tender and succulent, the potatoes fabulous, and the company was... divine. Mom and I were touching practically through the whole dinner. Shoulders, or feet, or something. It wasn't forced, either. It felt easy, almost natural. I regaled her with stories of bad girl friends and bad sex times; now that we were on a different level, we could talk about a lot more stuff.

Sadly, the dinner came to an end. The check arrived, in the amount of forty seven dollars. I protested to Fritz that it was too low, but he insisted. We tipped him and the waitress very well, though.

"Hey Fritz?" I asked as we were leaving. "Can you recommend any dance places around here?"

"But of course! Across the street is the fantastic Voodoo Lounge! You can leave your car here and call us to come get you! I will call my friend at the door, you won't wait in line."

Mom tugged on Fritz' arm as he turned to leave. She gave him a big hug. A full body hug. and she kissed him on the cheek.

Fritz went into full flabbergast mode. He stumbled away, red-faced but smiling.

The Voodoo lounge... now here was a place. Swanky. Expensive. $12 beers and $20 drinks. But Fritz got us set up with a nice little booth far enough away from the band so we could talk, but not out in the boonies, either.

The warm-up band played 80's pop music, Mom's favorite. Having grown up in her house, I knew most of the songs too.

"Trav, I haven't danced in ages! Please???"

Who could resist? Not me. The floor was pretty crowded, which was good. We stepped up and got our 'Super Freak' on. After a few songs we went back and sucked down some Goose Gimlets.

"This is... SO MUCH FUN!" Mom shouted to me. Okay it was pretty loud. She moved in closer to me to speak into my ear. "Thank you so much sweetie, I'm loving this!"

"Me too, Mom!"

"No, not 'Mom'. Um... call me... 'Dixie'!"

"Dixie?"

"Yes, Dixie! It's kind of a slutty name, right?"

"Sure, I guess?"

"So Travis, anything you need to admit? Any confessions?" I looked at her quizzically. "Silly boy! Were you able to not molest yourself this afternoon?"

"Oh! Shit! That! Haha! Well it was... hard... very HARD... but I managed not to."

"Hmmm, too bad. I was kind of hoping to win."

Holy shit, did she just say that? Because 'winning' meant that I would have to masturbate while she watched. Um... too much thinking...

"Let's dance some more, Mom!"

We got up and 'Walked like egyptians' which was terribly funny. But then. One of her favorite songs came on. 'Lady in Red', a slow song about dancing with his lover. I was ready to evacuate the dance floor, but Mom pulled me back.

"We're dancing," she informed me.

"You're not wearing red."

"Shut up and hold me."

"Yes, Dixie."

She smiled at that. I placed my right hand on the small of her back. Her bare back.. My left hand held her right hand, and we swayed to the music.

"You're so beautiful, Mom."

"Thanks Travis... but, this isn't middle school. There's no chaperone."

"Right," I said. We were dancing about a foot apart. I pulled her closer. Her slight, yet intoxicating, scent almost overwhelmed me.

Her chest bumped into mine. I pulled her closer still. Her chest pressed into me. Closer... her head lay on my shoulder. With her heels, Mom/Dixie was only about an inch shorter than me.

I pretended to stumble and pulled her tight, to steady her of course. Her thighs pressed against me. I caressed her lower back, slipping my little finger down, under her dress. I felt no panties where there should be some, only a little tiny string.

I was trying to keep my enormous erection from touching her, but it was no use. Inevitably, it bumped into her. Dixie just sighed, and she kissed my ear. Emboldened, I slid my hand further down the back of her dress and cupped a warm ass cheek. My Mom's warm ass cheek. This was it. It's official. I'm copping a feel off my Mom, right now. And she just wriggled tighter into me and ground her pelvis against against my cock.

I pulled my head back to look at her, she turned and looked at me. We were very close.

"You've got a little something back here," I whispered to her. Then I Ieaned in and kissed her neck, just below her right ear. I lingered, and kissed a few more small kisses in the general area. Dixie breathed in heavy, crushing her breasts into me. I turned up a little and kissed her ear lobe, being careful of the diamond earrings that Dad bought her. I nibbled her ears a little more.

I wasn't sure if we were still dancing, or just swaying on the dance floor. I whispered into her ear.

"Dixie, I want to see you masturbate for me. Would you like that?"

There was no movement, then a slight, almost perceptible nod of her head. Yes.

"I've already seen you, for just a moment, though. I want to see you finish." Again, a head nod. I released her right hand so I could put both arms around her waist, and she wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Travis... honey..."

"Yes, Dixie?"

"You love me, right? I mean, for real. Not just 'yes Mom of course I love you'..."





Mother's Day



"I do love you, Mom. And not... not just as a son." I emphasized my statement with a hard pelvic thrust. I know what I'm doing, i thought to myself. Don't I? Do I? What the fuck? What about Dad? He doesn't deserve this?

Suddenly, Katrina and the Waves started singing about walking on sunshine.

"Let's sit back down?" I suggested. "But, stay close in front of me. This is embarrassing!"

We walked off the dance floor, Mom holding my hand and me trailing her very closely. I didn't want everyone to see I had a massive hard-on.

The waitress took our drink order, and Mom snuggled up against me in the small booth.

"You've got quite the rager going there, don't you?" She gave it a little pat. It throbbed in response to her touch. She kept her hand there. I tried not to think about it, but... I caved in.

"Well, no wonder. Looking the way you do, Mo-- Dixie! I meant Dixie! You look sensational. You should see the other guys checking you out. Some of the girls, too."

"Really?" Mom asked. She crushed her breast into my shoulder and arm. I swung my free hand over and under the table. I reached up and cupped her other breast, still inside her dress. I hefted it, checking it's weight and size. Mmmmmm, very squishy, yet firm, fucking fantastic. Her nipple rose to greet my palm. I tweaked it, rolling it between my fingers. She gasped just as the waitress came by with the drinks.

"Anything else I can get you folks?" she asked. then she noticed Mom's red face, and my hand rubbing her big tit. "Well... I'll just leave these here then..."

I kissed Mom's neck again, and munched on her ears. She downed her drink. All of it.

"I have to go to the ladies room." She looked at me. "By myself."

She scooted out as I tried to re-arrange myself and look presentable. It wasn't easy. Several minutes went by, I began to get concerned. Ten minutes. Well, sometimes there is a line, maybe?

Then I spotted her, over by the bar. She was talking to two young guys! And she was doing a shot! And laughing! And another shot! Fuck!

She walked back to our table and plopped down hard next to me.

"Having fun?" I asked, annoyed. "I'm not."

"Oh it'ss fine," she said. A little slur to her speech. "I just needed another drink to... well... I have to admit something to you and it isn't easy." Mom reached into her tiny purse and pulled out a wad of black material.

"These are my panties! Or... well not panties... G-sh.... G - Shtring. My G-Shtring. And they're too wet to wear anymore. See?" She held them up to my nose. They were wet, and the strong womanly odors coming off them was unmistakable.

"I needed to admit to you that you won! I had to go to the ladies room so I could cum and not make a mess out here! I'm so fucking wet..."

"You what?" I asked, wanting to be sure. "You just came? Here?"

Mom smiled a wicked smile and nodded her head.

"Yep! You grab my tits in plublic...plub... where people can see, I'm going to cum. Every time."

We laughed and hugged. While I was paying the bill with her credit card, she told me to hurry. I thought it was because we were in a hurry to get home. But, no.

She was in a hurry to find a wastebasket, or a plant, or something to get sick in.

( . Y . )

We took a cab home so I could monitor her on the way. She only got sick the one time, outside the club, thankfully, and then she passed out.

I carried her upstairs to her room and sat her on the bed. Even passed out, she looked beautiful. I removed her shoes, gently, caressing her feet a little. I eased her out of her dress, which isn't fucking easy at all with a dead-drunk person. Concerned about how she would feel tomorrow, I hauled her into the water closet and woke her up, eventually, so she could drink some water and go pee. After several minutes, she got down about 12 ounces of water. The whole time she was spouting off "I'm sorry I'm sorry". Yep. I know. I'm sorry too.

She kind of helped me get her into some silk pajamas, then she passed out completely on her bed. I put her on her side in what's called 'the recovery position', so if she gets sick again she'll be alright.

Okay, yes it did occur to me to feel her up or finish what she started, but I'm not actually a rapist. Just a sex-fiend. There's a difference.

I crawled on top of the covers next to her and went to sleep.

In the kitchen the next day, I was reading some stuff on the iPad when I heard the house creaking a bit. Somebody upstairs is moving.

I put the Keurig on again. A head peaked in.

"Travis?"

"Yeah Mom, how you doing?"

"I'm not sure... oh good you have coffee," she said as she slid into a chair.

"I'm... kind of fuzzy on some things... but I'm pretty sure I wrecked our night, right?"

"Well, it didn't end with a bang, no."

"So... I remember Lady In Red, and then we were... sitting... and... oh shit! I orgasmed in a restroom? Did I do that?"

I just smiled enigmatically at her.

"Oh shit, I did! Didn't I! Jeez I'm such a slut. I'm so sorry Travis, thanks for getting me home."

"Well, fortunately, we have one car left. the Jag is at the restaurant and my car is at the shop. I'm hoping you can help me get those later today."

I filled her in on some of the details as she had her coffee. She forgot some, and remembered others.

"Travis. Again. I'm sorry. I wanted... I was struggling with... I mean... Shit. I'll just say it. I don't know what I was thinking last night... I was ready to, um... fuck you, and I thought if I got enough alcohol in me I could go through with it. But that didn't really work out."

I sat down and we clasped hands.

"Mom, or is it Dixie?"

"It's Mom, son."

"Well, Mom, that's not the only chance we'll ever have."

"Trav, did you want to? But it's so... well we know it's not the right thing to do. The moment was right, the time was right, but maybe it didn't happen for a reason. And maybe it's for the best. I'm sorry if I led you on, but... I can't do this anymore."

Mom stood up and went back upstairs. I heard the shower go on.

Deflated, I went to the music room. Yes, the house has a music room. Which is good because we all dabble with something. I try to play guitar. I'm not bad, was actually in some little bands for awhile in my teens. Growing up with Mom and Dad, music was always around us. And we didn't care what it was as long as it was good.

So I played for a couple hours, it really helps me to unwind and not think about things. Eventually, Mom came back down, all clean and refreshed. She looked fucking great, actually.

"Don't stop, keep playing." Mom always liked my guitar playing. "Do some oldies!"

I picked 'And I love her', an acoustic piece from the Beatles. Mom looked startled, then she settled into it. I followed up with a little Classical Gas, then I played some Kentucky Woman, Mom's favorite.

"Let's go get the cars and some lunch," she said right after that.

We chatted about this and that, but it was kind of strange. We didn't mention the fact that I had held her ass, cupped her breast, ground my raging cock into her pelvis. Or the fact that she gripped my cock, and masturbated in the ladies room. Yup, didn't mention those things.

We got home after a couple hours, kind of beat from running around town.

"Maybe we should stay in tonight?" I offered. "Get some pizza? We'll do something special tomorrow for Mom's Day."

I went back upstairs for awhile. I had to think. I was ready to nail my mom last night, and today, it's like nothing happened. Back to normal. But I'm not liking normal. I don't like it at all. Is Mom not interested anymore? Or was it just a spur of the moment thing? Random chance? We were so connected yesterday. Dancing with Mom was indescribable. We were hot and heavy, seriously hot and heavy. I wanted to do that again. But not just dancing. I wanted more. I wanted it all. I wanted all of her.

My breathing became ragged, it was like my blood was beginning to boil.

I've never wanted anything more in my life.

I stormed into Mom's room. Nothing. Ran downstairs, where the hell is she? Ah, there she is, sitting out by the pool. With a glass of wine. I guess she's fully recovered then. I marched outside; a man on a mission.

"Oh hey, honey. Just relaxing a bit--"

"Mom. We need to talk. Now."

"Well, sure honey have a seat--"

"Mom, stand up."

"What's this all about?" she asked, as she stood up.

I bent down and scooped her up in my arms.

"Travis! What... where are you taking me? Wait... no... huh uh... put me down.. PUT ME DOWN YOUNG MAN!"

We were halfway up the stairs before she stopped squirming.

"So... we're... we're doing this?"

"Yes Mom. We're doing this. And we're doing this now."

"You're sure?" Mom asked as we entered the bedroom.

I gently laid her down on the bed.

"I'm sure Mom. Or if you want to be Dixie, that's okay too."

She shook her head, but held her arms up for me.

"Well then, Travis. Come and give your mom a hug and a kiss!"

( . Y . )

I climbed on top of Mom. With my hand on her cheek, I leaned in and kissed her with all the gentle passion I could muster.

Her soft lips yielded to mine. Our lips folded into each other, gently, testing each other. I opened my mouth some, so did she. I slipped just a little tongue inside her mouth, rubbing it along her teeth. It felt like sparks flew when her tongue met mine. So soft, so wet.

She reached up with her free arm and held me close. Our bodies blended together, my chest pressing into hers. We kissed and tongued for a long time. Both of us were breathing faster, our blood racing through our bodies. Our gentle passion turned to furious passion. My arousal was physically apparent to her, and I'm sure she was soaking wet, but I didn't want to rush things. I was kissing a beautiful, sexy, vibrant, intelligent woman. You don't get women like this everyday. I've had lots of girlfriends, but not like this one.

Eventually, we broke our kiss and just smiled at each other, both of us breathing heavily.

"Take me," was all she said.

I got off her and stood up so I could strip. Mom rose up on her elbows so she could watch. Of course, she arched her back to thrust out her chest. She ran her tongue over her lips slowly.

I bent down to take off my skivvies. When I stood up, she gasped.

"Eight inches?" she asked, grinning.

"Eight and a half, but who's counting."

"Holy shit!"

I bent down and grabbed her shirt. It was a woman's shirt, but looks like a man's long sleeve white dress shirt.

"Is this expensive?" I asked, grabbing it like we were in a fight.

"Yes, it's from Italy."

I yanked the shirt apart, buttons flew and fabric ripped. I grabbed it lower down to rip it open completely.

"A bra? Really?"

This was an industrial strength jobbie, no amount of manpower can rip through these things. I pulled her to a sitting position and kissed her hard as I reached behind her to unhook it. One hook, two, christ! Three fucking hooks? Finally undid it.

I pulled the shirt off her, and yanked the bra off, revealing her perfect tits. Yes, I saw them the other day for about 3 seconds, but this was different. These were here, now, for me. I stared for at least half a minute as they heaved with each breath. My cock couldn't get any harder, but it wanted to.

"Don't stop now, baby!" Mom encouraged as she lay back down on the bed. She lifted her hips for me.

I undid her capri pants and pulled them down over her hips, revealing a red G-string. I flung the pants behind me, again admiring the view of my naked mom, save for the little patch of crimson held be some tiny material.

"Lady in Red" I said softly.

I yanked on the G-string. It's strings broke and came off in my hand. My mom lay naked before me. Her breasts splayed out to the sides, her bare pussy looked so inviting. I reached over and spread her legs, her scent immediately appeared from her now open area.

I had run this through my mind many times, how it might go. She sucks me, then I eat her until she orgasms, or the other way, or playing with her tits until she cums or maybe...

But the look in her eyes said, come and get me, now!

I climbed between her legs, and rested my body mostly on my elbows, but laying on top of her. Then I reached behind her head with my left hand and held her neck, while my right snaked down between our legs and I grabbed my cock.

Mom lifted her legs, making it easier. The tip of my cock found an amazingly hot and wet spot. I rubbed my head up and down, slathering her juices all over my mushroom cap.

I pressed in a little, my cock entered her pussy and went in about an inch or so.

I let go with my hand and brought it up and held her face.

We looked in each other's eyes as I sank my cock lower... and deeper... into her pussy. I fucked back and forth a little, then just drilled through the last four inches up to the hilt.

My raging, eight inch cock lay deep inside Mom's tight, steamy hot pussy.

I leaned in and we kissed and tongued each other. Her legs naturally wrapped around mine as we began to make love. Pressing into her, my pelvis mashed into her clit. I just pushed for a while, pressing her into the bed and relaxing but leaving my cock down at it's full depth.

Mom broke the kiss, just to whisper my name.

"ahhh... Travis... Travis..."

And then I started fucking her.

My favorite trick is to pull my cock out most of the way, and then ride it back home. Ok, that's not a big surprise, it's probably every guy's favorite trick. But anyway, Mom loved it. Each slow withdrawal and quick thrust back down brought a quick little "hoo!" from Mom. She grabbed my ass to make sure I came down hard into her cunt.

Faster and faster we fucked. She rose to meet my thrusts and I tried to drill her through the fucking bed. Last night I gingerly held her breast, this afternoon I molested her left tit. I squeezed her hard and pulled her nipple and pinched her nipple and fucked her faster.

I held on to her tit for dear life as I dropped my left hand down and forced it under her ass cheek. Cupping her butt hard, I could fuck faster. Both of us were breathing through our mouths, grunting like animals. We tried kissing but couldn't anymore, we would've banged our teeth. My steel cock continued pistoning inside her for several minutes. I buried my face in her neck, sucking and kissing it and making her sqeal.

I rose up on my straightened out arms so I could take a good look at her. She cupped her breasts and pulled them up so her chin was resting between them.

"You... are... so beautiful!" I managed, through the panting.

"Thank you... Travis... thank you... for fucking... me... fuck me... fuck me... fuck your... mom"

That familiar feeling was building inside me, from way down deep but rising fast. I lowered back down onto mom and slid both hands under her ass cheeks. My right hand went further into her slippery crack. I rubbed her little backdoor for a few moments, and easily slid my middle finger up inside her ass.

"Jesus!" she cried out. "Cum in me, baby!"

Panting, I grunted in her ear.

"I love... fucking you... Mom... fucking... love you..."

My orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks, right in the middle of my first squirt Mom's cunt contracted as she orgasmed, too. Spurt after spurt, I dumped all I had into Mom's spasming vagina. I felt... so connected to her... as in we 'cleaved into one flesh'...

We giggled and kissed, and I collapsed completely on top of her, utterly spent. Her pussy still contracted in little spasms.

"Travis," Mom whispered. "That's the best... the best fucking I've ever had."

"Me too, Mom, me too..."

"Lay down honey, it's okay." I rolled onto my back, Mom lay along side me, humping my leg with her wet pussy.

"Do you mind? It feels good to rub on you."

I just nodded and smiled, dreamlike.

"Mom..."

"Yes, honey?"

"We fucked! I can't believe it!"

"I know, baby. You okay?"

"I'm good. A little tired. Give me a couple minutes though, and we'll begin Round Two!"

"Really!" Mom purred. "I haven't had a Round Two in a long time!"

We kissed and snuggled a bit. Then she surprised me.

"Maybe this will get you going again? I've seen it online, maybe you'll think it's hot."

Mom got up and straddled me, then she manipulated her pussy and my cum and her cum dripped out onto my stomach. Then it poured onto me. With a devilish look on her face, she backed down, and bent down, and rubbed her face into the hot cum. She sucked it up like a vacuum, swallowing it all down.

"Oh my fucking God, Travis! I haven't eaten a man's cum in... years!! Oh god it's so perverted!"

She was right. I thought it was hot. So did my cock. It sprang back to full strength in just a few moments.

Mom noticed the return, and promptly arranged herself around it, not touching it, though. She sniffed it, then went down to the base, extended her tongue, and looked me in the eye. As she came up my shaft with her glorious tongue, we never broke eye contact. She pushed out some seminal remnants, then she looked down and took me into her mouth.

It's a good feeling, having your mom suck on your cock.

And she was good at it, too. Firm pressure, good tongue action, no teeth, and she really seemed to enjoy it. The good thing about the 'second' hard-on, is that it takes more stimulation to cum than the first one. I got to enjoy Mom's blowjob a good long time.

Mom like to mix it up, too. She seemed to know that men are visual, so she made sure that I could see what she was doing. And she brought her awesome tits into play, also. She ground them into my thigh, played with them, rubbed them on my cock.

"Mom," I said.

"Yes, dear?"

"I have a complaint."

"You do?"

"Yes, I haven't properly been introduced to your tits. I mean, I squeezed one, but I need some time with them. If you don't mind."

She smiled her award-winning smile again, and crawled up my body, dragging her luscious hangers up my chest. She brought one to my face, swinging it a bare inch from me. Her dark nipples hung an inch or more from her large aereolas, she let it graze my cheek.

Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore and grabbed the fucker and sucked it. The nipple expanded in my mouth. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, trying to suck all of her tit into my mouth. My hands grabbed this tit, her right, and squeezed and fondled while I sucked the shit out of it. Truthfully, I was hoping to suck so hard she would milk. But, unfortunately, I was about 20 years too late. Still I sucked this one breast for minutes, never once letting go. Mom mashed her tit down onto my face so I was nearly smothered.

Finally, I relinquished her breast. But there was another one. I noticed Mom had a hand in her crotch, she's fingering herself, I thought. Good, I'm glad she's not bored.

I pushed on her so she rolled onto her back. I could then work on this left tit with a little more leisure and purpose. I licked gently, blew air across her wet nipple to make it stand up. I kissed and licked all of her tit flesh, not just the nipple. I moaned a lot, I think, I'm not sure. I was lost in tit heaven.

"Jesus, Travis!" Mom exclaimed after about ten minutes of this. "You really like tits, don't you!"

"Am I boring you? I can stop or--"

"God no! Keep going! It's like the best massage in the world! But don't touch my pussy, or I will cum."

I gave her a doubtful look, then I cupped her pussy mound and rubbed my palm into her clit. True to her word, she shuddered and came, right then. Kind of a small one, but I liked it!

I got back in between her legs and slipped my cock inside Mom, unassisted. I hunched over so I could still work on her left boob. I wasn't done. It obviously needed more suckling.

"Mom, can you help me with this one?" I asked, indicating her right one.

I pushed her breast up so she could reach it with her mouth, too. By the way, I continued to fuck her pussy slowly.