9 comments/ 75593 views/ 53 favorites Mother's Fetish By: Momstheboss I was standing at the center-island counter in my mother's large kitchen and spreading the sweet, white cream on the cinnamon buns I had just retrieved from the oven. Halfway finished, I stopped to take a long drink of milk out of the glass at my side. I was finishing the frosting on the buns when I spied my mother, Janet, entering the kitchen. Her curly hair was visibly mussed and she wore only a light weight, knee length sleeping gown. Easily seen through, it was clear my mother was bra-less and panty-less. It was not an unusual thing to see, but mom was mom and I was so used to seeing such morning attire and more, it was a nonevent. I knew her body well, knew she was off limits...taboo... still, I studied her shuffling to the coffee pot as I took a bite of one of the warmth buns. I received no hello or acknowledgment of any kind. My father, James, was close on my mother's heels. He was dressed in his usual business suit attire with a leather satchel in his hand. Stopping close in behind her, he gripped her left buttock, squeezing it as he kissed her on the neck. "Thank you for this morning! I'll see you in a few days." He told her in less than a whisper, before turning to me. "Good morning, Harry, take care of your mother while I'm gone. I hope you're enjoying your summer. You get through this year and I'll talk to my firm about an apprenticeship." With those words, he was out the kitchen door, in his Caddy, and headed for the airport. "I thought the son-of-a-bitch would never get off of me!" Mom exclaimed, before taking a long drink of her hot coffee. "Tell me again why I married the dumb ass?" "Money and security." I offered. "Oh yea! That! And to get you into a good law firm. After you're there for a couple of years, I'll divorce his limp cock ass. You can thank me anytime you want to." "Thank you mom." I said with a sarcastic tone. * Statue wise, I could easily compare mom to Honey Wilder, my favorite porn star. Like Wilder, mom was 5'7" tall, 36D-23-33, brown eyed, lank strawberry blonde hair rather than Wilder's black hair, her face touted freckles, and she weighted 125lbs. Mom's voice was much lower and a bit raspy, but it could still be called sexy. I even knew, read on, that mom had the lavish thick bush Wilder touted in her movies. I was turned on to Honey Wilder when I was 19 and followed her movies. Arriving home after viewing her for the first time in "Taboo IV", I found mom and James leaving for dinner. I shook my head seeing my mother in profile from about 15 feet. Except for face-on, mom could be a body-double for the porn star. It was not a mystery how, at 44, she had managed to corral James, 56, who was a very successful criminal lawyer, but balding and beer bellied...and worthless in the sack. In short order, I began wondering how mom actually stacked up to Honey Wilder in her birthday suit. I did some studying on spy gadgets, looked around mom's bedroom when no one was home, and decided on a plan. I purchased and placed a small wireless camera between two pictures that had not moved in years, hid the monitor in my closet and had a perfect view of the bed and a good portion of the bedroom. The camera excelled in the darkness too. I discovered soon enough, spying on mom dressing and undressing, that my nude mom was exceptional and in ever way equal to the porn star, maybe more so in the bush department. I occasionally spied on mom and James fucking with the light on or early in the morning, but mostly at night which was a bit disappointing, even with the excellent light gathering capabilities of the camera. A full moon offered much better viewing. I also discovered that mom masturbated quite a bit when James was not home. More often than not, having to be very careful about making any noise, I masturbated right along with her. Honey Wilder's incest roles began to shine a new light on the forbidden fruit that was mom. * After eating three cinnamon buns, finishing my glass of milk, I returned to my bedroom. I did not have a regular girlfriend at present so I opened my bedside table drawer and grabbed the latest copy of Penthouse. Removing my T-shirt and cotton shorts, I reclined on my bed, my head on two pillows, thumbing through the magazine and playing with my rather limp cock. You wouldn't think that a 23-year-old would be having a problem jerking off to a young, pretty naked lass in a magazine. But I was having a problem; the only thing on my mind at present was mom's statement "I thought the son-of-a-bitch would never get off of me!" This morning, I had not even thought about spying on them, though I knew they were probably fucking. Maybe that's what problem was... watching them fuck. In the beginning, it had been exciting and stimulating watching them. But I tired of watching their, actually his, boring intercourse. He never did anything different. He got on top, fucked mom quickly, often, not getting her off. I'll admit it! I watched her get herself off numerous times while James showered. No big deal...but I felt for her. She needed an orgasm! Her remark that morning summed up our mother/son relationship. It was taken for granted that adults have sex. She did not mind telling me she was unhappy with her own sex life. And right this second I was unhappy with mine. I knew their habits and knew that James required a little good-bye pussy before he left on trips. I remembered him thanking mom earlier. I knew James could be a "bunny quick" and selfish lover, leaving mom wanting. I didn't know why I was giving it a second thought now, as mom had probably fingered herself. She had probably showered and, but wait, maybe not dressed. Maybe seeing a live naked woman might help my present problem. I looked over my head towards the closet and thought a long moment. I rolled off the bed, entered the closet and retrieved the monitor from its hiding place. I instantly reeled in shock at what I saw my mother doing. She was using, or attempting to use, the crown of the wooden bed-post. I thought, 'my lord, had she never thought of a dildo!' I had a pretty clear view of her pussy, or, better put, what she was attempting to to do with her pussy. I was instantly toying with my much firmer cock. I can best describe the bed-post crown like the flame of a candle...but much larger. Perhaps 4-1/2" to 5" tall, the top not pointed but rounded, the size of a large marble. The bottom width the size of the middle of a good sized banana. Perhaps, half of a good sized, but straight, banana would be a better example. Mom had positioned her naked body, her ass, precariously on top of three pillows, her right leg dangling over the rounded rail of the bed, the left leg bent, her foot flat on the bed. Her right hand gripped the rail and her left hand gripped the bed post, her forefinger in the decorative, router-ed indentation. Her strained left-handed grip was witness to her precarious position. She was not taking the crown inside of her, but pressing the length of it against her pussy lips, spreading them wide, her ass seductively moving, scrubbing the interior of her pussy with vigor. I suspected the rounded top was teasing her clit. Her pussy appeared a creamy pink. I could not see her face clearly, as her head was partially lowered, but listening very closely. I could hear her soft moans. As one might imagine, it was difficult not to jerk my cock. It had to be one of the oddest and sexiest things I had ever seen. I was stroking my cock hard, being careful not to bump the wall. For the first time, I saw my mother as a sexual object to desire, one, I theorized, that could be had if I played my cards right. My plan was to catch her in the act, this act, then, hope she would let me participate, leading to intercourse, or, maybe I could blackmail her into spreading her legs for me. Mom aspirated visibly and loud enough to indicate her reaching orgasm. I followed, shooting off strongly, having to stifle, what would have been, a loud grunt and moan, my eyes closed. I regained my sight to see mom flop backward off the pillows. I looked to see the damage I had done with my semen. It would require a bit of cleanup which only took a few minutes. Checking mom's bedroom again through the peephole, I saw she was sleeping where she had flopped, having rolled to her left, drawing her knees up in a fetal position. I studied her bare butt for a few long minutes. My desire to lay with her showed in my renewed erection. I toyed with it. I then showered, dressed and headed out to meet some friends at the local Village Inn ice-cream parlor. I was still looking for that steady girlfriend for the summer. Weeks pasted. I kept a watchful eye on my mother's bedroom, but other than James fucking her, I spied mom doing nothing more than fingering herself to orgasm, as the bastard showered. Still, at such times, she never covered herself, I studied her body closely, comparing her to my favorite porn star, Honey Wilder, and, viewing mom in a new incestuous light, I usually jerked off. When watching her masturbate when James was out of town, I found it curious that she would spend long minutes fingering herself with one, two and sometimes three fingers. She definitely liked having something inside her, making me ponder why she did not return to using the bed post, my plan A. I wondered if I should move on to a plan B, which I had not formulated yet! I arrived home one day in a hurry. I fully expected to find mom home as I needed money to buy some CDs and a movie for a new girl I had just met and made a date. I did not see mom's car in the driveway and was immediately despondent. But, I knew she had a jar in her room where she kept some extra cash. She only insisted I tell her when and how much I took. I hurried to her room, turned the knob, and entered. I stopped dead in my tracks. Mom, her front to me, was riding the bedpost, her left leg straight and locked, her right leg lifted, foot propped on the second foot rail of the bed. Looking down and moaning, the noise of the door opening apparently had not attracted her attention and I stood there for long moments watching her ride the bedpost, half the crown stroking in and out of her pussy. I squeezed my hardening crotch. "What the hell are you doing in my room, Harry?" She yelled, finally aware of my presence and seeing me standing there staring. "How the hell long have you been standing there watching me, you fuckin pervert! Get the hell out of of my bedroom!" What I found telling was that mom made no effort to extricate herself from the bedpost. She had onlt frozen in place, half of the flame shaped crown of the bedpost inside her as she browbeat me to get out. "I don't want to, mom." I replied sheepishly. "I want to help." "What the hell do you mean you want to help?" She yelled in a lower volume, but clearly taken aback by what I had said. "Do you know what you are suggesting...do you!" "I'll show you." I said, moving to her. I knew my next action would be extremely important and telling. I placed my right hand on her ass, my hand straddling her crack. I lifted just enough to let her know I had the strength to control her weight, giving her a sense of safety. I studied her ample breasts as I waited a few moments to see if she was going to rebuff me. She didn't. A moment later I placed my left forefinger and middle finger softly to her pussy and began rotating them slowly. Any resistance she might have felt dissolved. It seemed she dispelled my presence as her ass began to move slightly, lifting and dropping onto the crown. "Do you want more of it?" I whispered in her ear. "Don't be afraid. I've got you." I saw her "test the waters" once, twice, then, the whole crown disappeared into her. I heard her mournful moan of desire. "He never fucks me properly, Harry!" She moaned. "I have to take care of my own self. Don't think bad of me!" "Never!" I assured her. "We will do this together. You just relax and enjoy yourself. I will ease up if you don't want to come right away. Just guide me!" She took what I had said to heart. She directed me to speed up, to slow down, to stop or to removed by hand completely and toy with her nearest tit, thumbing the firm nipple. I did nothing with my left hand unless directed to do so. But,"OH FUCK", she moaned lustfully when I extended the middle finger of my right hand, placing it to her Rosebud. I fingered it softly, eliciting soft purrs of pleasure from her. She soon directed my left hand, my fingers, back to her pussy, her clit. Together, we were lifting and dropping her in a slow, steady rhythm on and off the wet, glistening wooden crown, as my fingers scrubbed her clit. She assured me she was ready to come and begged me not to stop. Her loud, growling orgasm related to me the strength of the orgasm gripping her. It left her trembling and exhausted. I eased her off of the crown, turned her to sit on the edge of the bed. "You cannot fuck me, Harry. I will not allow it!" She said forcefully, as I gently pushed her to her back and placed her feet on the edge of the bed. She scooted back a bit in retreat. "Okay! Okay." I acknowledged. "I just want to jerk off! That's not asking too much is it?" "No. Of course not." She returned in a subdued tone. "It might even be fun to watch." With permission granted, I stood between her legs and began stroking my cock with my right hand, resting my left hand on her knee, in a very determined manner. I studied my mother's body and pussy as I stroked. "Hell! Come down here Harry! Let me do that for you!" Mom directed, after a few minutes of watching me. Her feet remained planted flat on the bed. As I bent over her, subtly bringing us chest-to-chest, she grabbed hold of my cock with her right hand, thumb pointed towards my balls, and began to tug on it as my ass humped. "You want a nipple?" She offered, her left hand on my back. "I'm perfect." I answered, my face nestled in her neck. "Then just relax and take your time. You feel so tense. I don't want you to come to quickly. You've got a nice hard cock. I love holding it. You like that?" I muttered my agreement of her squeezing the head. I slowed my humping action, enjoying the feel of my mother's hand gripping my cock. My mind alternated between the vision of Honey Wilder's "son" fucking her and the real feel and knowledge of my mother tugging on my cock. I moved in a slow methodical rhythm for long minutes until I groaned with orgasm. My mother's lustful words conveyed her approval. I was afraid to move. No longer being urged along by lust, it was time to face the music and accept our indiscretion... to look each other in the eye. I wasn't in a hurry so I kept my face buried in my mother's neck until I heard her gentle whisper, "let me up". I pushed myself up, rotating backwards, taking in her ample breast and their hard nipples. I saw my cum puddling in her belly button, a few thick milky white buttons here and there and a spidery string still clinging to the tip of my cock until it broke, my gaze stopped on her bush a long moment. I was still avoiding having to look her in the eye. My gaze rested on her pussy. My perception caught movement in her legs and I placed my hands on her feet, not hard, but enough pressure to let her know I did not want her to move. I moved my left hand, palm forward, placing it against her treasure, applying a little pressure. I heard her low moan and took it to mean she was still sexually minded. "Come down a bit." I directed, as I dropped to my knees on the carpeted floor. I saw her ass wobble to the edge of the bed. I was up close and personal to my mother's treasure and I put my lips to it, kissing it lightly, before probing it with my tongue. "That's wonderful, Harry." She whispered. "It's been so long since I have had a man's head In my legs. Your tongue is wonderful. "Oh fuck, Harry!" Her surprised exclamation was caused by my tongue being pushed into her hole, after I pushed her knees back. I sought her depths as her ass responded by pushing against my face. Her ass humped my face as I tongue fucked her for a long minute. I returned to her clit and concentrated my effort there. With a feather like touch of the tip of my tongue, I kept mom suspended for long minutes. As she climaxed, her animal moans echoed in my ears, telling me of her strong orgasm. My erection was strong again and I wanted desperately to stick by cock into my mother's pussy, but knew it was not the time. It was, however, time to face her, but I felt more confident. "Harry, Harry, Harry, what have we done?" She sighed loudly as she came to a sitting position, holding my head between her hands. Don't be afraid to look at me. You're not in trouble!" She chuckled. "But we have been so naughty! Can you imagine what James would do if he knew what we had just done." "No one has to know, mom" I assured her. "There's no way James, or anyone, can find out." "I know that! But we know. We just had incestuous sex. Doesn't that bother you at all?" She questioned. "I can't say that it does, mom." I returned. "I just enjoyed sex, or something close to sex, with a beautiful woman who is sexually abused." "What? Because you didn't stick your cock in me you don't call this sex?" She challenged, then added. "And please! I'm setting here naked as a jaybird. Please, don't call me mom. Janet will be fine." I remained silent and the silence was deafening. "Come watch my back." She finally said, gently displacing me as she stood.. I grabbed at her, clutching her ass and drew her near to me. Her hands returned to my head as I kissed her belly smearing my cum on my forehead. "You're making a mess, Harry!" She chuckled again. In the shower, I had the pleasure of scrubbing my mother's body from shoulders to toes, making her giggle and swat at me when I showed intent to wash her more feminine areas. She returned the favor by scrubbing my back. She left me there in the glass walled shower. I watched her towel herself dry before leaving the bathroom. I arrived at the kitchen to find lunch almost ready. I sat down at the table and was soon served a burger with all the fixin's and a glass of Coked. I was running late to reconnect with my new female friend, but mom had gone to the trouble and I was going to eat. I studied mom as she moved around the kitchen in a thigh-length, terrycloth robe. When she came close to refill my Coke, I quickly reached up under the terrycloth to palm her ass, finding it still bare. "Enough!" She reprimanded sharply, turning to remove by hand off her ass, smacking it as it retreated. We might be alone but you will not act like a sex crazed Loon. You will slip up and do something stupid with James around. You understand me? Answer me damn it!" "All right! I apologize. You're right. It was very disrespectful. It will not happen again,... Janet." "Don't be a smart-ass, Harry!" She rebuked, but with a smile. Again, I studied her as she moved around the kitchen. I remembered the money I need and asked for it. Finishing my lunch, I returned to my room to get my wallet, returning to the kitchen. Finding mom at the sink, the money on the counter, I went to her right side and kissed her on the cheek. "I might be late tonight, mom. I have a date with a new girl I met." "Harry?" She said softly, stopping me in my tracks. "If you get lucky, remember, wear a condom. James will not be back until late tomorrow night. If you don't get lucky, come to my bedroom when you get home. Wake me up if necessary." "I will either way." I returned. Her remarks assured me that what had not been mentioned as yet... continuation of a sexual relationship... was going to continue. I arrived home a little after midnight. I hadn't even tried to get lucky. I went to my room and undressed and took the time to shower. I fretted over wearing briefs but decided to go to mom's room naked. Quietly opening her door, I made my way across the almost pitch black bedroom. I knew my mother slept on the right side, so I stumbled my way to the left, feeling for the covers and lifting them. I crawled in beside my sleeping mother, resting on her back, running my hand over her body, I found her to be nude. Mother's Fetish "Did you fuck her?" I heard my mother's low whisper as I lightly sucked her right nipple. "I didn't even try... it was only the first date." I replied, releasing her nipple. "You wanted to though, didn't you?" She quizzed, turning towards me and seeking my erection. "You wanted to stick this rock-hard cock of yours in that sweet, wet, young pussy?" "Actually, I'd prefer to stick my hard cock into an older woman like yourself, Janet." I said matter-of-factually. "Well, you've come to the wrong place!" She returned in my tone, as she abruptly turned over, her back to me. "We could compromise?" I suggested, scooting close in behind her, palming her ass. "You can't blame me for trying, can you?" "You upset me when you say things like that." She replied. "There is nothing more I would like to to have than a stiff hard cock inside of me, but it cannot be yours. You need to understand and accept that and not bring it up, if you expect me to allow this insanity." "Okay, okay." I acknowledged timidly, tugging at her hip to return her to her back. She did not resist and I began my journey down her belly as I lifted the covers to clear my dissent. Down her abdomen, to her belly button, her lower belly to her mound, lingering at each stop along the way. "Where are you going?" She chuckled, helping to lift the covers. "You're so sweet to want to do that. I love having my pussy eat. Don't slow down! You're torturing me!" Torturing her was my intent, so I did not heed her desire for me to get to her pussy quickly. I lingered, running my nose repeatedly through her bush. When I left her mound, I reached under her thighs and pushed her knees up. I kissed the inside of each thigh before finally putting my mouth to her pussy. I sucked clit strongly, causing her back to arch. I took my slow sweet time exploring her pussy with my tongue, but to my surprise she came quickly, having licked her clit but three times... and much to soon. I continued probing her pussy, as she lay quietly, tongue fucking her tenderly and repeatedly, which caused her to utter praises of my ability. Again surprisingly me, and orgasm swept over her, as I pushed my tongue deep inside her. Her body flexed briefly. Her orgasmic moan slipped away and her body stilled once morer. I was quite comfortable where I was and laid my head on her thickly bushed mound. "How many girls have you fucked?" She whispered, as her hand brushed though my hair. "Three." I answered. "Was bubbled ass, Alice, one of them?" "The best of the three!" I replied. "The girl could fuck all night. One night she came six time. I was a sad puppy when she moved." "Did you eat their pussy too?" "Of course." I replied honestly. "Ruby taught me how when I was 19. I made sure you never met her because she was in her 30s. I didn't think you would approve." "Bless her heart. She taught you well." Mom said. Would you like me to return the favor." She asked, then added without waiting for a reply, "come up here and feed me." Had Ruby not sucked my cock in a similar fashion, I might not have known what mom was suggesting. The surprised and knowing look my have shown on my face and a light been on. Slowly I climbed my way up over mom. We both maneuvered - me to position myself over her head - her to guide my cock, taking it into her mouth. "Damn! That is good, Janet!" I assured her as she began sucking half of my length. If I had only known mom would suck a cock, I would have put us in a 69 position for her second orgasm. I was soon breathing through my mouth and thinking how unbelievably lucky I was. In the darkness, is was very easy to imagine Honey Wilder giving me a BJ, or could I have been trying to block out the image of my mother sucking my cock. "Can you take it all?" I quizzed. In the near pitch blackness, my mother withdrew my cock out of her mouth. Turn on the lamp, baby, and I will try. I had to lift my left knee and lean considerably, but I managed to click on the light. Moving back into position, I watch my mother take my cock back into her mouth. In three tries, she took the entire length of my cock into her mouth. I felt the tip of my cock touched the back of her throat. She sucked a bit, deep-throating my cock every 30 or 40 seconds. "Don't do that again unless you want me to to come in your mouth." I warned her. She moaned something that I could only take as a positive response. She sucked especially hard on my cock as her hands moved to my ass, pulling me to her. She grunted as I shot off strongly, watching her swallow with some difficulty, but she managed not to choke. My cock lost much of its erection as she sucked me dry. I felt her nails digging into my ass, but a smile was on her face when I withdrew my cock. "Ouuuuu! That was fun!" She chirped. "Give me a kiss!" I maneuvered backwards and put my lips to hers. Her tongue immediately shot into my mouth. I challenged her tongue and we fenced for domination for a short minute. "I've got to pee." She said, finally breaking our kiss. I got the distinct impression she wanted to kiss to see if I would shy. I let her up and she moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "I talked to your stepfather about 10:30. He is still on track to arrive tomorrow evening, so I'm sure it will be safe for you to share my bed tonight. I'll make sure I wash everything tomorrow. I would like you to wake me up in the morning." I did not remember her coming back to bed. When her alarm went off at 6:30 that morning, she came partially awake, but showed intent to continue sleeping. I stripped the covers from her and immediately maneuvered to put my head between her legs. I brought her from slumber with my slow, probing tongue. She gave me a very satisfying feeling of accomplishment when she came and gave a very satisfying sigh of happiness. She bid me come up. Putting my right knee between her crotch, she took hold of my cock and I humped her thigh until I shot my semen onto her unblmished thigh. Releasing my cock, her fingers played in the cum with her fingers, spreading it over her thigh. * The summer was passing too quickly. I had bedded my new girlfriend, Sarah. I had eat her pussy numerous times before the 19-year-old gave me her cherry... my first. Still, it did not equal my thrill of having sex with my mother. I had pretty much forgot Honey Wilder. I was getting my share of sex and didn't need to watch her videos and jerk off. * I awoke from a deep slumber. I looked at the illuminated clock and saw it was 2:30 in the morning. I wondered if mom had returned home from visiting her sister. She had been gone three days. I had not bedded Sarah for two days. My hand made its way down my belly and found my cock stiff. I stroked it slowly for a long minute and finally decided it was hard because I had to pee. After hitting the bathroom, I opened my closet door, got the monitor, to check on my mother. My mother's bedroom light was on. I was immediately distraught. She's riding the fuckin' bedpost again.' I thought with disbelief as I stared at the screen. "Dammit!" I breathed. Without a second thought, I made my way to her bedroom door, turned the knob and walked in. This time, the noise of the door attracted her attention immediately. She was full of lust. "I'm sorry, Harry, I wanted to wake you up but I needed something inside of me. I was afraid we would do something I would regret! Come help me!" Somewhat put out by her not waking me, I moved to her side and like before placed by hand on her ass, my palm covering her crack. Rather than put my left fingers to her pussy, I placed my hand on her belly... withholding my help intentionally. Instead, I extended the middle finger of my right hand and put it to her Rosebud with intent to put it in her ass. I impaled her to the first knuckle. She voiced no rebuff. Like before, I began to assist her lifting and dropping herself onto the bedpost. As she was already in a lustful state, her rhythm was far from slow. I could feel my middle finger moving in and out of her butt hole, which seem to have a very stimulating effect, reflected in her seemingly distraught moans. "Touch my pussy!" She demanded. With intent, I pushed by middle finger deeper into her ass. Still, I received no rebuff and it seemed to increase her lustful breathing and moaning. She rode the bed-post crown... and my fingerm for long minutes. "Touch my pussy, damn you!" She demanded with more authority. This time, I heeded her demand and put my fingers to her pussy. The rhythm was at its limits as together we lifted her clear of the bedpost only to drop her onto it once more. My cock was fighting its confinement in my briefs. "Don't move! Right there! Don't move! Oh fuck! Don't move! Don't move! Fuckin' yessssssssssssssssssss!" She tilted her head back and voiced her orgasm like a stricken animal. Caught up in her ecstasy, I found I had to concentrate to keep her from taking the bedpost too deeply. She finally stilled with the entire crowd embedded into her. My fingers continued to softly stroke, but finally slowed to a stop. She spent long seconds catching her breath. "I'm exhausted. Help me off of this damn thing." She said, truly sounding exhausted. Freed from the bedpost, standing on visibly wobbly legs, she took two steps and rolled herself onto her back in the middle of the bed. "You want me to suck your cock?" She asked. "I want to stick my cock in you." I said without threat to her conviction. "I told you we can do that." She stated matter-of-factually. "Go get a condom and I'll let you put it where your finger was." "You serious?" "GO!" I hurried to my room, thinking mom was full of surprises, much like Honey Wilder. But, I could not remember any movie in which Honey Wilder was but fucked I returned to her bedroom, stripping off my briefs, opening the condom and rolling it onto my stiff cock. Mom was positioning herself on her knees in the middle of the bed. I saw a jar of Vaseline by her side. "You are much bigger than James." She said, as I moved in behind her. "Take the top off of this and stick the head of your dick into it . I don't know if I can take all of you. Start with an inch or two and we'll see. Don't expect to lose control and beat hell out of my ass either!" "Are you sure this isn't going to hurt too much?" I questioned. "James likes to fuck my ass hole." She answered with a bit of sarcasm in her tone. "As long as you don't get too crazy or try to stick it all in me until we see if I can take it, it will be fine." "Do you like it at all?" I questioned. "The first time hurt like hell . But yes! It can feel quite pleasurable if done with restraint. But if you prefer not to?" "No! No. You stay right where you are. If this is how I get inside of you, so be it." "I thought so!" She chuckled With the tip of my rain-coated cock coated with Vaseline, I I put the head to mom's butt hole. I pushed against her Rosebud. The head of my cock disappeared quicker than I expected, but as she had said, being butt fucked was not new to her. I pondered to what extent a woman will go for wealth and security. And, maybe, possibly, to pacify her son. When I reached what I thought was 2 inches, I began to slowly stroke in and out of her. Her grunts and moans were immediate, but they did not sound distressed. "Try a bit more." She suggested "Are you sure?" I asked, seeing her body tense each time I pushed into her. "Stop questioning everything! I'm here to please, sugar. Ohhhh! Stop! Stop. How much is that?" "About 4 inches of the 6-1/2." "Continue stroking. Just don't go any deeper quite yet!" I pulled out to the head of my cock and then pushed it slowly back in. She groaned but voiced no protest. I continued for a few minutes. "Okay. Very slowly give me all of it." Mom directed. "You sure?" "Damn you, Harry. Put your balls against my ass!" Slowly I pushed the entire length of my cock into her ass and held it there. After a few long moments, "I did it!" Another long moment, "go ahead. Harry, just remember, don't get carried away. I began to fuck my mother in the ass with a slow, methodical rhythm, withdrawing no more than an inch of my cock. I pondered how long she could, or would, tolerate the intercourse. "I don't think I've told you how beautiful your ass is." I said, holding on to her hips. "You're not the first one to tell me that, but I appreciate it." She returned. "Have you ever had your cock in a girl's ass?" "No." "Ever fuck a pussy this tight?" "Can't say that I have!" "Damn! A little sexual banter makes your cock really hard." She said with lust in her tone. "I'm going to give you 30 more strokes and then I'm going to take it away from you. Fuck your mother's ass, one, two, three. If you push too hard you're going to break that rubber, four, five, and fill my ass with your cum. Oh! Fuck! Keep going! Six... seven... eight!" She spent long moments catching her breath. "Nine, fuck my ass! ten," More moments of catching her breath. "Come, damn you! Ohhh fuck! Eleven... twelve... thirteen... fourt...YESsss! Ohhh! FUCK, HARRY!" My eruption was strong as I pushed as deep as I dared, my balls against her ass. My controlled breathing broke into breathless gasps and my body trembled. I felt as if I had lost consciousness and was slowly recovering. I gazed down at my mother's ass as my head cleared. I slowly pulled out of her. She flopped forward on her chest and I followed her down, my cock landing in the crack of her ass. "Was that good for you?" I quizzed. "Better than you can ever imagine! Especially when you came!" She replied with assurance in her tone. "Now get that nasty thing off of me and let's go shower." The summer weeks seemed to fly by. Mom and I were playing whenever James was out of town, which was often. Sarah took up the slack as she had discovered that she liked to fuck. I really began to hate condoms. But, I still wanted desperately to get my cock into mom, with a rubber if that's what made it happen. A few times I had surprised mom by getting between her legs and attempting to force my way into her. She thwarted my attempts by voicing her threat to cease our sexual playtime. Then the summer was over and my last weekend at home was staring me in the face. Not only was I not going to be able to play with mom one last time, but she and James were not even in town. I had to console myself between the legs of Sarah, telling her how much I was going to miss her, and would come home as often as I could. Sexually, I could be content married to the gal. Mom called Sunday evening to wish me a safe drive to school. It was a brief conversation and she made no comment to indicate she was going to miss our sexual relationship. I returned to school with the feeling that I should write off any more sexual play with mom and consider myself lucky I had had the summer incestuous fling. I drove the 500 miles from school a number of times to see Sarah. Disturbingly, she freely admitted I was not the only one she was fucking. Fuck the marriage thing! I had created a monster! Also, quite distressing, I always seemed to catch mom out of town. I had dinner a couple of times with James and got the distinct impression something was wrong with their marriage, but I dare not openly ask James. Two weeks before I was to drive home for Thanksgiving I got a call from mom. She sounded depressed but would not tell me what was wrong, only that she needed to drive out and see me so we could speak face-to-face. I spent three agonizing days pondering what could possibly be wrong to make my mother sound so down-and out. Arriving in town, she called from her hotel and told me she would pick me up for dinner. She was quiet during dinner, having two glasses of wine, which was not her norm. Finishing dinner, waiting for her late-model Lincoln to be delivered from the parking lot, she held onto my arm and asked if I would drive back to the hotel. "James is divorcing me." She said with a sigh as she stared out of the right door window. "Apparently, he's been seeing a 28-year-old bitch." "Take his ass to the cleaners!" I sternly suggested. "You're too good for him. I'd make him pay dearly for discarding you!" "I can't feel all that bad." She related. "He's given me the house paid off and a decent alimony payment for the next five years. My health insurance paid... hell... what do I have to complain about. After all, he didn't marry me for my intelligence!" "Mom, you're a college graduate." I challenged. "You're not a bimbo by any means. And you're a swell mom. I will take care of you." Then added, as an afterthought, "you do have all of this in writing?" "I was hoping you would say something like that." She replied, touching my right thigh with her left hand and smiling warmly me. "And yes, it's all on paper." Arriving at her hotel, she asked me to come up to her room for a few minutes and then she would drive me back to the dorm. At the door, she handed me her key-card. I swiped it and held the door for her to enter. It was a very nice hotel room on the eighth floor. I walked to the sliding door, unlocking it and pulling it open. I stepped outside into the chill of the November evening. I wanted desperately to walk back inside and find mom undressing, desiring me to put my head between her legs and ravish her pussy. To my shock, as I stepped back into the room the first part of my wish was coming true. Mom had already removed her blouse and was in the process of dropping her black pants off her hips. I watched her step out of them. "Have you missed me?" She asked in a monotone. "Very much." I replied, watching her reach behind her and unsnapped her bra, removing the straps off her shoulders, letting it drop with the rest. "Why don't you join me in undressing." She suggested with a smile. "I gave James some goodbye pussy, but you know how that went." Turning, I closed the sliding door, locking it and joined the curtains, though I doubted anyone could see into the room. There were no other buildings tall enough, but being seen having sex with your mother, one cannot be too careful. I removed by clothes quickly. Mom left her pearl, pink, teddy-style panties on. She knew from experience that I loved to remove her panties myself. I closed the distance between us, putting my hands on her shoulders and kissing her softly. The kiss turned passionate and finished bringing my cock to full erection. I turned her back towards the bed and walked her backwards towards the rather high bed. She sat down, scooting back a bit to get a firm a seat on the edge of the bed. I lifted her legs, putting her knees back. I dropped between her legs, positioning my stiff shaft against her panty protected pussy. Our lips met again as we began to dry fuck. "I have missed you so much!" She sighed. I could tell she was hungry and so was I. I stripped her of her panties and put my face to her pussy. Hungrily, I began to explore with my tongue. There was little to discover as I knew all of her sensitive spots. "Put your tongue in me!" She directed lustfully. She had never asked me to do it, though I knew she liked it, and had always, tongue fucked her at some point during our playtime, often repeatedly. It only took a few minutes to bring her to orgasm. Her moans subsided and she lay still and quiet as I continued to kiss and lick her pussy. My chin was soaking wet with her juices. "You're a good son. Come up, Harry." She directed quietly, pulling on my arms as I moved between her uplifted and spread legs. I felt her fingers... knew she had placed the head of my cock to her treasure hole. "Do it, Harry! Push your cock inside of me. You have wanted it for so long. I'm sorry I made you wait so long." Mother's Fetish I figured there was no way her words were guided by lust. She had just had a strong orgasm. She had laid quietly for a long minute, undoubtedly deciding our fate. At long last, we were to be incestuously coupled. I pushed my cock into my mother's moist, warm, tight pussy. I pushed deep and held. Mon moaned. I began fucking her with a slow rhythm, enjoying the feeling and knowledge of what I was doing. Her ass lifted rhythmically, using her wrapped legs as a pivot, fucking me back, her moans satisfying to my ears. I kissed her neck and shoulders, soon settling my lips on hers. We kissed passionately as I increased my rhythm, shoving deep into her occasionally, eliciting grunts along with her pleasurable moans. All the while, she hugged me tightly, drawing me against her ample, 36D, breast. We fucked slow. We fucked lustful, frantically and every rhythm in between. Her legs wrapped around me claustrophobicly or her feet high in the air and spread wide. We had a glorious mother and son fuck, staring into each others eyes. I was not interested coming. I was interested, and concentrated, on fucking. Mom seemed to be content doing just that. But, eventually I wanted to own, to mark, my new found territory. I asked, whispering in her ear, if it was okay. She whispered back, yes. I placed my hands on her ass, locking her in tight, and proceeded to fuck her with determined intent. She was fucking me back hard with her knees rotating tight against my sides, moaning continuously. My breathing was labored. We had been fucking a long time. "Wait for me, Harry!" She whispered pleading. "I'm close." My mind switch gears and I concentrated on her moans and movements. She proved to be telling the truth and she gasped, huffing and puffing, as the orgasm electrified her body. My concentration shifted quickly back to achieving my own orgasm as I pounded hell out of her, gripping her buttocks tightly. My groan, I knew, was loud but I could not stifle it. My cock jerked once, twice, three times as I filled my mother's belly with very active semen. I hope she was on the pill. Our consummation complete, I rolled right to lay on my back. She rolled towards me and we had to maneuver ourselves upward to a more comfortable position. We cuddled silently for long minutes. "Do we have a problem?" I asked. "You mean... coming inside of me... naw. Another thing James liked about me... I can't get pregnant. But, I sure hope that bitch he is fucking does. If I was her, I would... and quickly." We both chuckled.