1 comments/ 147086 views/ 16 favorites Mum's Secret Desire By: redtoad Her mobile was ringing repeatedly in the hall but my mother who should be in the house was not answering it. I got out of bed and went into the hall. Unplugging the hand-phone from the charger, I decided to bring it to her. I heard loud music coming from her bedroom and knew that the noise must have drowned out the ringing. Without a second thought, I went to her door and opened it after knocking. Greeting me eyes was my mum, naked in bed, and obviously oblivious of my intrusion. I felt a shock when I saw that she was masturbating herself. I knew that it was not right of me to stand there and watch her engaging in her secret activities. In my 18 years of existence, I had never once thought of peeping at her. It was something that had never came into my mind. In recent years, I had developed many fantasies of women and girls and in the past years, I had even dated my classmates and went out with them, mutually groping in dark alleys, parks and the movie theatres. My mother never featured in my fantasies because it was taboo. As an Asian male, it simply wasn’t right to think of things sexual with one’s own mother. But at that moment, despite having a red face, I somehow felt a strange longing to want to peep, to see her nakedness and to watch her indulged in auto pleasuring her own body. I closed the door, leaving a small gap that allowed me to watch her on the bed. Mum’s eyes were close. She was spread eagled and appeared to have a humming vibrator lodged inside her hairless pussy. Both her hands were busily squeezing her 36D sized boobs. I noticed she was heaving her hips in an up and down motion as her excitement grew with the mechanical titillation of her secret love chamber. She was moaning and in the throes of an oncoming orgasm. Above the din of the stereo, I tried to make out the words coming from her moaning and what she was mumbling brought an immediate automatic erection to my 18 year old prick. ‘Ohooo….ohooo… it is nice … it’s so nice…. Push your big cock into mummy’s dirty cunt… ‘ She kept repeating the words as her breathing became harder and her heaving motions increased in height and intensity. Her fingers were squashing her two pistachio sized nipples so hard that I imagined it must have caused her pain. But she seemed never to mind as her actions became more violet. At last her senses were overcome by the onset of her climax. It was the first time I was watching a woman have an orgasm and it seemed so explosive and so violent that the bed was shaking with the thumping actions. She was then screaming louder a stream of Chinese obscenities with a mixture of ‘cunt’ and ‘cock’ punctuating each verbal expression of her lusts. It was so uncharacteristic of my mother in everyday life to use coarse language and I felt my cock twitching and pre-cum seeping into my boxer shorts as the first slimy drop fell onto the floor of the passageway. I saw her bringing one of her hand to the vibrator that was lodged inside her vagina and she was pulling and pushing the toy deeper and deeper into the nether folds. She was contracting violently as her whole body twitched and tumbled on the bed and in her finale, she was expressing something I was hearing for the first time from my mum, ‘fuck my cunt, Fai fuck my cunt. Fuck mummy till she dies…’ At last, her motions subsided. She was slowing rubbing her own busts and her clit. I suddenly felt a sense of shame and hastily withdrew to my own room carrying her phone with me. I forget to close her door, leaving a gap which she must have became aware of when she had recovered her senses. It was at noon when I came out of my room to join mum for lunch. She was conservatively dressed in a night-gown with helms reaching to near the floor. I saw her beautiful eyes so full of life as if she had just been rejuvenated from a session at the spas. She was blushing when our eyes came into contact, but said nothing as she laid the food on the table. We ate in silence and then she asked me to join her on the couch after she had put the leftovers away. I felt awkward because I knew that I should not have done what I did in the morning. She remained quiet while seated so I decided to retrieve the mobile to hand over to her. At last she held my hand as she said, ‘I feel so bad this morning to have left the door open.’ I felt myself blushing as I blurted out, ‘No, it’s so shameful of me to peep at you.’ Mum did not reply to my confession. Instead she used her other hand to stroke my palm as she remained seated composing her thoughts. ‘No, it’s my own carelessness. You should not feel bad or be ashamed. I am your mother and you have already touched my most secret places during birth. You are part of me, so there is no need for you to feel bad. I am older and should know better. It’s me who should feel shameful. I love you so much son.’ ‘Mum I know it’s natural for you to pleasure yourself like I do to myself at night. But you never peep at me nor ask me any questions about what I do to my body. So it’s bad for me to be so naughty because you deserve your own privacy and I destroyed it by what I did. Please forgive me.’ ‘Son, there is no secrets between you and me. You are my son. So you can share my secrets. Your father is already is already 62. I am only 37 and you are so much closer to my age. You are the man whom I feel I can rely on more. Your father has always been good to me, but his health is not so good now and so I know in the future, you will be the man I know who can take care of me.’ As she spoke, it suddenly struck a cord in my mind for I had always wanted to know why my mother wanted to marry a man 25 years older than herself. She had told me earlier she had married at 18 and had bore me a year later. ‘Mum, why did you chose to marry dad when you were so young and he was so much older? You are so pretty and could have chosen a younger husband.’ Saying so, I laid my free hand on top of her palm ‘Fai, I have so many secrets in life. I cannot tell anyone else, but you are different. I know that I would like you to know when you are old enough and you are 18 now and should be able to understand me well. Did you see something this morning that you would like to ask me as your mum and as a woman. Feel free because nothing is obscene between the two of us.’ I stammered as I looked her in the eyes and asked softly, ‘All my girl friends have pubic hair when I feel them inside their panty. Do you shave yours all the time?’ ‘Yes, I know you have seen me so clearly just now. Indeed I do not have any hair there. I do not need to shave. It’s natural from the time I was born. Just like my mother. But as a Chinese, it is not good for a girl to be hairless there. I am a white tiger, and all the men believe that white tiger brings bad luck and death to those who marries them. I had everything when young, but your grandmother knew that it would be so hard for me to find a husband. So finally your father saw me and took a fancy for me. Your grandmother met him and told him that I was a white tiger, but he was not the superstitious type. He loved me and we married after a three-month courtship. I was younger by 25 years, but he was generous, kind and very loving. I was so lucky to have found such a man as your father. I am so proud of you as the son he fathered. I love you as much as I love him and I can now relate more to you because we have a smaller age gap.’ ‘Mum, but he is so much older and therefore not as strong for you than a younger husband.’ ‘No, it’s not true. For the first year, we made love many times each night. He loved sex as much as I did. He could ejaculate a few times each time and we never stopped having sex until one week before you were born. We resumed sex as soon as I was able to and it was always so enjoyable and enriching to us. Sex is so enjoyable for me and him and I have always wondered why so many of my friends could tell me that it was a torture meeting their husband’s needs. In fact they suspected that because he is older his needs are not so great. It’s far from the truth because our bedroom secrets are something every woman would long for if only they knew.’ I was feeling abashed and uncomfortable talking sex so openly with my mum. I found myself breathing heavily. My boxer shorts was sporting a bulge that was making me uncomfortable. Mum was excited and red faced, and she could sense my discomfort. Unclasping her hands, she moved to sit further away from me as she looked me in the eyes and said, ‘There is no secrets, only love between us.’ Indeed as I looked at her, I knew I was the most lucky male in Hong Kong to have such a beautiful mother. Standing at 1.7m, she has a gorgeous model like figure that never failed to draw admirable looks from both sexes when she was out in the streets. Her facial skin is taut and satin smooth, free of freckles and pot marks, and without a single wrinkle line around her eyes. She always dressed conservatively, but it was not difficult for anyone to make out her excellent cleavage and ample bums underneath her dressings. When I was a young boy, many people would mistook us as brothers and sisters, and in the last two years, sales staff and others often commented to me about the beautiful girl friend by my side. Indeed, she looked in her twenties despite her age. After a few minutes, mum resumed her story. ‘I know you are still a virgin, but you must know many things of women now. We are made differently from you. You will find a beautiful girl to marry one day, but it’s important you choose wisely. A woman’s needs are different and we have our periods which makes us different from you.’ ‘Mum, being hairless does it make sex more enjoyable for you?’ ‘I don’t really know, but maybe it does. Your own grandmother was also like me. Unfortunately your grand dad died young and she was always afraid to marry again because of her white tiger status. Your father is old, but weak now. Maybe being bare there makes both of us enjoy sex more and long for it more. The myth behind white tiger could be because of the stronger needs for sex and also the tendency for girls like us to find old husbands because the younger men are scared to marry us. It actually could have make the myth seemed real because older husband tend to die faster after a shorter period of marriage. I am not sure if my thoughts on this is right.’ ‘I love you mum, white tiger or not. I feel you are so much more sexy bare there and that was why I peeped and could not take my eyes from you.’ I felt more excited telling her that and could feel my cock seeping pre-cum and wetting my cotton shorts. ‘Mum do you always masturbate like that since young?’ ‘Oh, as a younger teenage girl, I was touching myself very often. I was enjoying it so much and really wanted to marry as soon as I was old enough. In fact, I did not care for choices and wanted just any man so long as I could have sex. Luckily your father was my right choice. After marriage, we had sex normally, but after the third year, he felt weaker and went to see the doctor. He was given testosterone pills that helped initially, but was less effective later on. I was unsatisfied most of the time and would masturbate to gain relief. He bought me vibrators, dildos and other toys so that I could play with myself. He enjoys watching me playing and getting orgasms and sometimes this excites him enough so that he could have the erection to have sex with me. The frequency of sex dropped from nightly to thrice per week by the fifth year. But he knew I always relished having my nipples sucked after seeing me feeling orgasmic when breastfeeding you. You can remember how I encouraged you to suck me until the time you went to primary school. It was so pleasurable for me.’ ‘Yes, I remember touching your breasts and sucking you many times. It’s so long ago but it has always been sweet memories for me. When I suck my girl friends, I know it was so different from sucking you because their nipples are pea sized and they do not get as excited as you. When I tried to nibbled their teats, they always complained of pain, but you encouraged to lightly bite you and you would close your eyes and squeezed your own busts.’ ‘It’s was so erotic to think of those times. I like your father to also suck me, but it was nothing like feeding your mouth because of the bond between us. I always fantasize about you sucking me all these years when your father was doing it for me. I know it’s wrong, so I never dare to make it real.’ Her eyes were bright but a bit teary when she reminisces her past. I felt a longing to move over and hug her, but I sat rooted not knowing if it would be right for me to hold her now. Somehow we were talking of that mutual longing for the past that could tarnish the innocence of the motherly hug that we shared very innocently up to now. ‘Come, sit closer to mum,’ she suggested. As I moved to her, she put up her arms and began hugging me tightly pressing her excited breasts against my body. I could feet two hardened tits beneath her night-dress spiking my chest. In a voice which was barely audible she sighed and whispered, ‘Yes, I long to have you sucking my nipples. Would you like to suck mum’s teats one day?’ Stroking her hair, I told her I would do anything for her if that was what she wanted. I loved mum deeply and sucking her teats to make her happy was not something so taboo in my mind. ‘Fai, yes, I will tell you more another day. Will you suck my nipples now like my loving baby.’ She stood up and took me by the hand into her room. She pulled off her dress and stood before me naked except for her lacy translucent panty that spotted wetness around her slit. The damp cloth was pulled tightly into the crevice of her sex, greatly amplifying the sexiness of her bare beaver. My mum was in a stage of arousal that made her threw caution to the wind. She made me sit on her bed as she offered her teats to my mouth. I took the first into my mouth and despite the twelve years of absence, it homed in so naturally like a swallow returning to its nest. I was rapturous to have this renewal of mother child intimacy as I greedily feasted on her mammary glands like a new-born baby. My recent escapades with my girl friends had generated erotic feelings that were absent during my childhood, and initially I did what a child would do, sucking and hoping to be rewarded by mother’s nourishing milk. I attacked each nipple with the enthusiasm of a duck being led into a pond. Mum held my head tightly against her breasts and rubbing them sideways against my face with my mouth around her teats. I could hear her heart pumping furiously as her excitement increased and she coaxed me to nibble her. This made her more excited and she wanted me to bite harder and harder as she cooed, ‘so nice… so nice… suck mummy’s teats…. Bite mummy..’ As I rotated my mouth between her two stubs, I could sense a musky aroma of her sex emanating from her pelvic region. I noticed that her panty was soaking with her vaginal juices and colorless droplets were appearing outside. As I held each teat tightly, she began pulling it and stretching it and she was getting more and more agitated as she gripped my head ever so tightly fearing that I would stop and leave in a state of suspended suspense. It was no longer the childish feeding activity that she proposed as she agonized with the feeling of sexiness that came from my oral attachment to her bosoms. She was moaning with her eyes closed, alternating between suffocating me and stretching her elastic connector. Suddenly her body stiffened and as she moved one hand to squeeze her pussy behind the wet panty, she began screaming vernacular obscenities. As her orgasm swept through her twitching body, she pressed my face against her naked chest. Her held me close for a full three minutes before her pleasurable feelings began to subside. At last she left me and spread her body on her bed, eyes closed, and continuing to stroke and press her two melon shaped mammary glands. I got up off her bed and returned to my own room to relieve myself of the torment raging between my legs, hoping that someday she would do it for me. But now, it is still taboo to ask her. I will have to wait until she can resume confiding to me her other secrets. Mum's Secret Desire Ch. 02 That night after my return to mum's bosom, I could not sleep well. Dozing off after wanking myself for the third time to tire up my body, I awoke in cold sweat from a bad dream. I found myself in a strange place and met demon-like creatures from Haw Par Villa. (For those not familiar with Hong Kong, Har Par Villa is a famed tourist spot where visitors could have a visual education of the eighteen levels of hell that awaited earthly sinners.) It was then only midnight. My body was shivering with fright and my otherwise sizeable prick had shrunk out of fear, retreating into the groin leaving only a smallish one inch of skin covered protrusion to indicate the presence of my manhood. I remained restless in bed wondering if that was the Jade emperor's warning that I could expect retribution if I continued to breach his laws of nature. My tormented mind was confused as I tried to make sense of the dream and the happenings of the previous day. What I had done seemed innocuous. It wasn't that sinful to lust for my own mother's breast. After all, it was precisely those female organs that had nursed me from birth. Even if I had secretly longed to have access to her bosom, it could not be said that I was invading her feminine secrets. I would feel that such a longing might for mother's milk might not be something which other adult male of my age would crave for. However, it could not be so abnormal that I should be warned of the severe consequences. Infantile instincts perhaps, but definitely not that ultimate in wrong doings. Even by ancient Oriental teachings. Surely there were stories of women of the past nursing adult males when adversity struck and the poorer parents could only think of something as good a human milk for rejuvenating the sick. But then, there were other aspects of the day's happenings that were more troubling to my mind. For one, mum was murmuring her longings for my manhood when she climaxed during her masturbatory escapade with that vibrating toy. I wondered why hearing her secret moaning and watching her indulging in self pleasuring was so exciting even though I knew that it was wrong of me to entertain incestuous thoughts for my own mother. I had such a massive erection which watching her. It was no better as I felt excitement and fire emanating from my pubes when I leeched her beautiful nuts. I was also secretly excited then knowing that there was this new possibility of engaging in sinful sex with her because of her secret desires. It seemed that something had been awoken in my body. Whereas I might have had just a primordial need for a mother's teats, yet I felt strong sexual responses in my body when sucking those stubs. I had a bulge beneath my boxer short that she could visualize easily. I would under normal circumstances have felt shy to display my excited cock form, but I never had any but randy feelings then. I harbored that deep longing for her to touch me, even to relieve me through pulling or even by oral administration. I felt deeply tormented in bed knowing that sickness in my mind, that strange unexplainable urge to want her to engage me sexually as she would with my father or even any other men. They did not passed through her vagina, hence their sexual access to mum would be anything but unnatural. But not for me, her son! But then she should know better. If she had felt intimate desires for me, perhaps it was not that sinful. I found myself rationalizing and justifying absolving myself from any wrong doing and finally found a measure of peace of mind. Finally I found sleep in the wee hours of the morning. I awoke the next morning much later than usual and found that mum had already finished cleaning up the house. I found her resting her back on the kitchen chair. She was happy to see me and immediately offered me breakfast she had prepared earlier. Somehow I had always admired the freedom of communication between parents and children amongst my Western friends in school. We Orientals tended to be more conservative and parents and children generally would speak to each other from different levels. Subjects also tended to be limited to those things that did not touch on things of a personal nature. No matter how old the children, parents assumed the position of seniority and supposedly would be wiser and more knowledgeable in the way of adult living. I was thus happy that with the ice broken between mum and me that I could speak more freely to her. Likewise, she took me to be an adult who could share secrets with her. I noticed a sudden transformation in the way mum dressed herself. It seemed that she was dressed more casually alone with me in the house. She seemed no longer bothered about house formalities and wore her usual two-piece night-dress instead of more formal blouse and pant. She also had no brassiere beneath her dress, something uncommon except when she was about to retire to bed. Her face beamed with her smile as she casually tended to the household needs. Despite our relative strong financial grounding, mum had never wanted the presence of a maid in the house. She treasured the family's privacy and ungrudgingly performed all the household chores. Mum became very inquisitive about the nature of my relationships with my girl friends. I told her that I did not have any steady person in mind. She encouraged me to bring them home so that she could meet with them. She was also more daring as she probed my sexual interactions with them, especially Rachel who had constantly called for me at home. I admitted that I did have some exchanges of mutual petting with them, but nothing more and that Rachel was a virgin like me. Mum offered to take me for dim sum lunch. I was delighted and we went to a good local restaurant. She was reluctant to return home and instead we found ourselves at the local cinema watching a R-rated film starring Veronica Yip. She was talkative during the whole show, whispering her admiration for the shapely form of the naked actresses as they flaunted their feminine assets so freely on the screen. I signaled my agreement to her judgment by constantly gripping her hand. The evening was uneventful as we sat quietly on the couch watching local TV programs. Two days after that intimate contact with mum's busts, she once again offered me the taste of her teats. It was after lunch and we were sitting on the couch when she suddenly moved to stoke my hair and told me she really enjoyed what we did the previous time. Without asking me, she removed the top of her dress to expose her busts and move my head to her bosom. I could not resist the delicacies before me and once again began to sucker on her magnificent teats. This time I was able to see the large darker colored areola protruding as from the primary mounds. Her skin in this area appeared more delicate than the main covering of her breasts. As I ravished her nuts, I drooled wetting her with a ceaseless flow of hot saliva that flowed from the summit to the valley of her chest. She kept her eyes closed as she searched and explored my neck and my ears, digging her index finger gently into the ear passage before holding the ear lopes with her thumb and the index finger. She was gently gripping and rolling the fleshy lopes as she held my head closer to her bosom. After ten minutes, she was again breathing heavily as she pressed my head even closer to squash her 36C busts. At her urging, I took larger mouthfuls of her nuts and bit her harder as she cajoled me to torture her mammary studs. I noticed that her legs were spread wider as she moved her agitated body. I began squeezing and bashing her boobs and she began buckling her hips upwards as she cooed and began muttering sexy words to me. 'Son, it's soooo….. nice…. Ohooo…..ohooo……' I moved my left hand and placed it on her dress at the thigh position and she seemed not to mind. My own little monster was also getting aroused and I felt a sense of horniness sweeping over me. I began to tell myself that it was alright feeding on her busts, but I must not touch her in any other way. But I did desperately want to feel her skin. I surreptitiously shifted the helm of her dress upwards an inch at a time and she did not take notice. I became bolder by the minute and gradually had my palm resting on the naked thigh. It felt warm and so smooth, in fact perhaps smoother than the skin of her breasts. I moved the palm in light circles with an upward direction towards her crotch. She seemed to like my touch and closed her legs as she heaved her hips to increase the pressure of my touch. I knew she was too excited by my oral ministrations to bother retarding my attack on her pubes and seized the opportunity to move the whole palm to cover the crotch covering of her panty. I felt her dripping her wet and enjoyed the smooth feel of her vaginal fluid. I pressed her harder to assess the elasticity of her vulva fat and enjoyed it so much. Mum was once again mouthing verbal obscenities. She was moving her torso like a person who had lost control of her senses. As she moved closer to her climax, I lifted my buttock and turned to place my hardened cock on her thigh and began masturbating on her through my boxer shorts. She seemed to enjoyed that and moaned, 'fuck mummys thighs… it's so comfortable, …. So niceee.. … ' I obeyed instantly and began rubbing and humping my pubes against her. I retrieved my left hand and took my cock out of its confinement and rested my weeping prick on her thigh as I found my own excitement rising and reaching a crescendo. I knew that I could no longer control myself and told her I was cumming. She grunted and as I rubbed with a new vigor, she quickly took her own hand and began pressing her own vulva like she did the first time. I knew that the end was near and biting her teats so hard that it could have hurt and bruised her, I commenced my ejaculation onto her thigh. The first spurt was so strong that it spilled onto her panty crotch. Then the next shot came as I rubbed and pressed harder onto her skin. She herself was also climaxing and screaming for me to bite her nipples off. It was my first time experiencing an orgasm of such a dimension with another person. The fact that it was mum and not Rachel perhaps intensified the eroticism of that moment as I knew I was tasting forbidden fruit. Yet, at that moment, no other person featured in my thoughts as my mind was swamped by the illicit delights of the flesh. We remained in a hugging position for about five minutes and then I felt the semen seeping down her thigh. She moved my body off her thigh and then fascinated me by using her fingers to scoop out my testicular offerings. She the fingers to her nose, smelled intently, and fed each to her mouth to strip off the precious coatings. She continued, removing the creamy liquid from her panty and from the couch and seemed not to want to waste a single drop. 'It's so delicious and so precious, your virgin sperm. I must not waste.' I looked at her as she scraped the balance from my cock head and boxer shorts. Closing my eyes I was hoping that she would use her mouth to suck me dry. But she stopped and pushed my drooping cock back into my shorts. We rested and then she got off the couch to wash herself, instructing me to do the same. We met in the hall an hour later and she was wearing a pair of white shorts with a translucent blouse with no bra inside. She looked radiant and happy as we sat facing each other. 'Thank you for making mummy so happy today. Your cock is so much bigger than your dad's. It is so handsome and so strong. I like to taste your sperm because its is so precious and so health giving to a woman like me.' I looked at her sparkling eyes and at that instant I found myself loving her more and more. She was the most beautiful woman in my sight and so caring and so good to me. 'Mum, I also so happy you allowed me to masturbate on your thigh. It was so much better than doing it with my hands or Rachel touching me. I thought my sperm would flow and never stop coming out. Mum, do you eat daddy's sperm too?' 'Yes, in the early years of my marriage, I did. But not now as he is weak in health.' 'Mum, did you mind me touching your thigh just now?' 'Darling, it's alright at that moment. But we must not be touching each other so freely because I like you am not comfortable going beyond what we just did. You saw my pussy before and I do not mind you seeing it when I am not wearing clothes, but not specially showing you. Understand?' 'Why not? It's the same thing. I really want to be able to see it close up and know what it is like inside the gap? Maybe next time you can allow me to look closer when you are changing clothes or bathing?' 'Okay, but don't do anything silly unless I tell you to do so. I do not want you to peep at home. I think it's not polite to peep. I will let you know as much of my secrets so you need not find out secretly. Be a good boy and study hard.' 'Okay mum, but today just allow me to do something?' I then told her of my strange desire to find out how her pussy smelled. 'Silly boy, okay. Come over and I will allow you to smell it inside the panty. But you must not touch my pussy except from the outside of my panty.' I accepted her invitation and moved to her crotch as she unbuttoned the shorts and pulled it down to reveal her white lacy panty. I pushed my nose closer and immediately was rewarded by a highly intoxicating scent from the crotch area. It was a combination of her soap fragrance, but there was unmistaken aroma of something fresh, something delightful and cock rousing. At that moment as I savored the rich aroma of her sex, my cock began to harden and erect again. It was something so magical and must have been caused by the so-called pheromones that I had read about. Despite the strong arousal it evoked, my mind was peaceful and I felt no desire to want to copulate with her. However my blood pulse rate seemed to increase and I felt my heart thumping furiously. Mum meanwhile was fascinated as she looked at me savoring the richness of her pubes. She used her hands to pull her panty tighter to amplify the shape of her vulva and intensify my visual lust. I felt delightful sensual naughtiness as I moved my nose in response until it was touching the panty at the point where her vulva lips separated. As I lingered in that area exhaling warm breath towards the crevice, I could sense a new wetness seeping out through her panty. Ultimately she was a sexy woman at heart and light teasing of even a son seemed to heighten her exhibitionist tendencies. I was to found out the depth of this aspect of her sexual make-up later as she revealed her intimate past to me.