6 comments/ 113773 views/ 25 favorites Sex With Mother By: Rashers To be honest we were always much too close, Mother and I. When I was six years old, just before she kicked him out, my Father got angry with me for some reason and called me a Mummy's Boy. I didn't understand why he thought that was a bad thing. Anyway, Mother wasn't about to put up with anyone trying to come between us. He had to go. That left the two of us, alone in a large house on the edge of a small town in the middle of nowhere. Mother had a couple of relationships with local eligible bachelors, not to mention with one or two of the local married men, but nothing that lasted. Looking back now I know that she must have been bored out of her mind, and to deal with it she drank a little bit too much. As for me, I was painfully shy and awkward, and hopelessly unpopular at school. I never had a real friend and absolutely never got anywhere near having a girlfriend. Neither of us fitted in, but we always had each other. "It's the two of us against the world, Tommy" she told me one day as she held me tight, crying about something, and that suited me just fine. As time went by our bond just got stronger and stronger. In particular, Mother had an almost magical ability to know exactly what was going on inside my head. If I felt sick, if I had a bad dream or was upset about something, I didn't have to say a word – she always knew, she always came to me. And whatever it was she kissed it better, stroking my hair and murmuring sweet, soothing words of love into my ear. But the years passed and eventually that summer arrived, the one between me turning eighteen and going away to college. Actually I was dreading it – leaving home and moving hundreds of miles to a new town where I could meet lots of interesting, attractive new people and be unpopular with them too. I just accepted it as something that had to happen, another ordeal that I had to endure. And although she ddn't say anything I knew Mother was terrified of being left on her own. As the summer went on she got more clingy, more needy, always wanting hugs and cuddles and kisses. Then it happened. During these displays of affection from Mother I started getting unwanted, but utterly unstoppable, erections. It's difficult to believe now, years later, the power of the desperate, painful, crippling yearning for sex of my virgin teenage self. The overwhelming strength of that desire set against the total absence of any chance of it being satisfied was too much to bear. Frequent masturbation stopped me exploding but didn't even take the edge off my need to merge with warm, soft female flesh. Even so, this whole new reaction to Mother worried me. I thought about it, and as I did my attitude towards her transformed. For the first time I tried to imagine how she must look to the rest of the world. She had a few signs of wear and tear around her eyes and lips, but fewer than most other women in their early forties. Her hair, cut short now into a bob rather than the long tresses that I remembered from childhood, was still a lovely honey blonde. Her eyes were still icy blue. She worked hard to keep her tall, willowy body slim but nicely curved. She dressed proudly, in ways that showed off that body - apparently for nobody's benefit but her own. It dawned on me why the men in town always seemed pleased to see her but their wives never did. Because if she wasn't Mother, if she was a stranger I'd seen in the street or on a bus, I would have wanted her. I had a thing for older women by then anyway, and yes - I most definitely would have wanted Mother. From that point on I couldn't define her just as Mother anymore. She was a real, living, breathing woman. And despite my guilt and shame at what I was feeling I would never try to fend her off, never be the one who brought any physical contact to an end. I would just make sure that she didn't feel my hard cock pressed against her belly when she hugged me, and arrange my body and clothes to hide my erection when we curled up together to watch television. Late one night, only about a week before I was due to leave, we were sitting on the sofa watching a movie, as we often did. Mother's head was resting on my shoulder and her arm was linked through mine. We'd both had a few drinks and I dozed off. When I woke Mother's hand was resting on the inside of my thigh. She had never put her hand there before. I tried to cover up the bulge that grew in my jeans and we sat in silence until the movie's end credits rolled. Mother turned off the TV, her hand still on my thigh. "Tom" she said "It's time we had a talk." My heart sank. "You do know you don't have to go away, don't you? You're so worried it's breaking my heart, baby, but there's no law that says you have to go to college if you don't want to. You can always stay here and look after me." I'd been expecting this all summer. She was smiling and trying to sound light-hearted but I could see the desperation in her eyes. I gave her the speech I'd prepared for the occasion – I would miss her too, but I had to leave sometime and I would be back during the holidays. And anyway, what would I do if I stayed at home? I could tell she was disappointed. She looked into my eyes, now with a serious, grown-up expression that I couldn't fathom but that made me feel nervous and even more aroused at the same time. "Well then" she said slowly, with a husky, shaky voice, "even if you don't care about looking after me, I could still look after you". Something was wrong. A woman shouldn't look at her own son the way Mother was looking at me, shouldn't talk the way she was talking. The hand on my thigh started moving upwards very, very gradually. I couldn't hide my erection now – no matter how hard I wished it away, it just wouldn't go. I couldn't do anything except stare back into Mother's eyes as she reached down and pinched the zip of my jeans. "Mummy knows what you want, Tom" she whispered, as if she was sharing a secret "I always know, don't I?" Maybe I should have stopped her, should have said something. But my mouth was too dry to speak, my arms wouldn't move. She pulled down my zip agonizingly slowly. She kept her eyes fixed on mine, staring deep down into them, as I felt her long, cool fingers slip inside my shorts, curl around my hot, aching cock and ease it out into the open. I gasped and jerked, but still couldn't speak. My cock had swollen bigger than I'd ever seen it before, and Mother gazed lovingly at it as she ran her fingertips up and down the shaft and around my balls - oh so gently - as I began to squirm and wriggle. But I didn't tell her to stop. She leant her head down as if to get a closer look at what she was doing to her young son, but then her lips parted and I realised what she was going to do next. At last I heard myself mutter "Please Mother... this shouldn't happen..." I wasn't sure I meant it though. Of course Mother knew that I didn't mean it at all - she ignored my muttering and devoted herself to my cock. First she licked it, slowly and softly to begin with then harder and more urgently as she started to make hungry, kitten-wants-the-cream sounds that mixed with my own moans. Finally Mother's mouth moved over the head of my cock and down, and up and down, over and over again, and she sucked me hard, and I was lost in a world of sensation and ecstatic pleasure that I can't describe. I don't know how long I held out against this delicious torture – probably less than two minutes. I tried to warn her, gasping something like "Mother I can't stop it, I can't stop it" just before I came with an unnatural, violent intensity that I'd never felt before. It was as if my whole body was melting hotly into Mother's mouth as she swallowed and grunted in time with my spasms. My head was empty, cleared of doubt, confusion and everything else by the overpowering orgasm. By the time my cock finally stopped twitching I was only semi-conscious. At last Mother released me from her mouth, wiped her hand across her lips and smiled in a way that frightened me but at the same time made my cock start to stiffen again. She leant towards me and murmured hoarsely into my ear "It's time you were in bed, young man". She dragged me by my cock up the stairs, past the door to my bedroom with its pop star posters and old toys, and into hers. She turned to face me. "Take off your clothes, Tommy" she said sternly. "Go on. All of them." I could feel myself blushing, and I still knew that I really, really shouldn't be doing this. But a deeper, stronger part of me badly wanted to – to stand naked and erect in front of the woman I had loved and trusted without question since the day she gave birth to me. So I did what I was told, still blushing but stripping off my shirt, jeans and shorts while Mother watched me closely. "Good boy" she said unsteadily "Very good. Now me, Tom. Take Mummy's clothes off too." I looked into her eyes to make sure she really meant it, and saw that she did. I was now completely taken over by brute lust, not caring – or maybe I mean I was loving – how perverted it all was. Mother was wearing a simple but expensive-looking white lace blouse and faded blue jeans. With trembling hands I undid the buttons of the blouse and slipped it back over her slim shoulders, leaving her pretty, flowery bra underneath. To undo the clasp I moved behind her, letting my hand brush the nipples of her small, firm breasts as I peeled it away from her skin and feeling their stiffness imitating my cock's. Mother was starting to breathe heavily as I moved in front of her again, going down on my knees to pull down her jeans and panties. I felt a warmth coming from the area around the neatly trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair, and on impulse I nuzzled my face against it. This made Mother moan in a way that I liked very much, but she pulled away. "Plenty of time for that later, if you want. Tonight's my treat. Stand up baby". As I stood she slid her hand down my belly and began tugging on my cock firmly but slowly. I moved my hands up to stroke and pull those nipples, making her moan again. "Tell me what you want, Tommy" she said in a voice dripping with desire. "Tell me something really dirty you've always wanted to do with a girl." Even in my hyper-aroused condition this made me hesitate. "Well" I mumbled "I liked what we did downstairs". "Oh so did I, my gorgeous little man. You taste lovely. But wouldn't you like to try something else?" Mother urged, starting to scratch my balls with her long, crimson fingernails in a way that was half painful, half just wonderful. "Anything. I promise I won't say no." I groaned, at the effect her words were having on me as much as at what her hand was doing, and managed to stutter "Do girls... do women play with themselves... I mean... masturbate?" Mother didn't laugh or slap my face, as I half expected. She smiled and said "That's better. You mean do I masturbate? Well, sometimes I need to baby, yes. You'd like to watch me, wouldn't you?" All I could do was nod dumbly. She sat me down in the chair by her dressing table and backed the few feet up to her bed. As she reclined she stretched like a cat, closed her eyes, and began running her hands over her belly and thighs. Then she concentrated on her breasts, rubbing and digging in her nails much harder than I would have dared to, and slowly began to writhe. I watched transfixed as Mother reached one hand down between her legs, the initial contact of her fingers with her pussy making her jerk and gasp with pleasure. She opened her eyes, looking straight at me as her hand moved faster. I could see her finger sliding in and out and heard the wet, slippery sound it made as she brought down her other hand to rub her clitoris. "You too, baby" she gasped, staring now at my cock. "Please Tom... stroke it for me". Without even thinking I dropped one hand down and started gently stroking with my fingertips, the way Mother had stroked me downstairs. Her eyes widened, her hands moved faster still, her writhing grew more urgent. "Oh Jesus... already... you... you're..." Whatever Mother was trying to say was lost as the orgasm overwhelmed her. She growled like an animal, sweating and twisting her body as the sweet, pretty face I had known all my life contorted with what could have been agony or ecstasy. I don't think I will ever see anything in my whole life as deeply arousing as my beautiful, crazy Mother when she came. I didn't know what I was doing anymore. I stood and staggered towards the bed, through the pile of our discarded clothes mingled together on the floor. Then somehow I was on top of her, between her legs, shoving my tongue roughly into her mouth as the last ripples of her orgasm passed through her body. She whispered hotly, pleadingly into my ear, but I couldn't make out the words. Her hand found my painfully hard cock and guided it to the lips of her warm, wet pussy. Then she said something I did hear. "Fuck me Tom... for God's sake fuck me now". So again I tried to oblige, my pulse rate through the roof and my mouth bone dry as I slowly and carefully pushed my cock in as far as it would go and held it there, just relishing the sensation I had dreamed of for so long. Mother whimpered "Don't tease me baby, do it hard, as hard as you can". And I fucked her harder and harder until I was slamming and grinding into her as fast and hard as I could, and Mother responded, twisting and moaning, kissing my neck, digging her nails into my back, telling me how good I was and how much she loved me until she came again, bucking and wrapping herself tightly around me. I barely slowed down as she screamed her pleasure, and moments later when her third orgasm began I couldn't hold back my own any longer. We came together. I was aware of nothing except Mother crying out "Oh God oh God oh God" over and over again and the glorious, incredible, electrifying sensations we shared as I emptied what felt like my entire being into her. We lay drenched in each other's sweat, hearts pounding insanely, gasping for air. When I started to soften inside her I rolled to her side and closed my eyes. I must have slept – or passed out – for a few minutes. When I came to Mother was smiling at me dreamily, her fingers fiddling with my sore cock. Then I noticed the tears in her eyes. "Wouldn't you like it to be like this all the time, my love?" she murmured. "Just you and me, all snug and cosy in bed together. We could do anything you want. Any time you want it. It's not wrong, as long as we love each other enough. You don't really want to go away do you darling? You won't really leave your mummy all alone?" Sex With Mother-in-Law My name is Sunny and I am from Punjab(India). I am posting my real life experience. One of my father's cousin used to live near us since I was a very small boy. I used to get attracted towards her ever since I was a boy. She was pretty and good-looking. When I became a ten year old she was in her 20s and already married. She had very good body features- an attractive face, she was not very fair but not dark also, very long hairs, tall, sensual lips and with good body curves. She did not have a very big breast, but very attractive one but she really had a good and sensual buttocks. She soon delivered a baby girl, a cute little one like her. After delivery she became little fat but that made her more desirable and sensual. I used to see her almost everyday since she used to stay near us and I used to fantasize her and masturbate and she was my main image to masturbate at that time. To be honest if I masturbate 10 times those days mostly 7 to 8 times it would be fantasizing her. This was because I see her and she come to our house often and I used to talk to her also. If I got a slightest opportunity I used to glance at her buttocks and belly and stare at her face. On a couple of occasions I accidentally touched her also which used to arouse me a lot. She was a teacher in the school. To be very frank I have seen very few sensual ladies like her. Suddenly I don't know what transpired she got divorced and it was a shock to me how her husband could divorce her. She never married again in spite of repeated persuasion by her family members. She was hardly 30 at that time. She used to stay with her brother and parents and she once told she did not want her daughter to suffer if she remarries. She was well off financially and she decided to live as a single parent. That made me fantasize her more and I used to think all sorts of situations for fantasizing. But I never got a chance to interact with her more closely because I never got her alone. Years passed and I went out of my town for higher studies and I used to see her sometimes when I used to come for vacation. I got the job also outside our town and my contacts with her became very little. But whenever I used to come home I used to see her. By the time I was in my late 20s her daughter has become a pretty girl of 20, but not like her mother. She was slim but beautiful and with a lovely face. To my greatest surprise my mother asked me whether I mind marrying her? I was taken aback but I felt nothing was wrong in doing so. But my only doubt how will I face her mother whom I fantasized a lot and ever I used to desire her at that age also. She was in her 40s at that time. They had made a bungalow at that time and she and her daughter shifted to that house. Her brother used to come and stay with them in the night. Also their bungalow was in the same compound where her brother and parents stayed. Our marriage was fixed soon and we got married. By that time I got a job in our town and I started to live with my wife and her mother. Since her mother was alone it was decided I stay there and more over it was very near to our house. Our honeymoon went on well and I enjoyed it well she was very active and open in sex. We enjoyed sex very much and many a times she was more dominant than I was and she used to ask and initiate sex when we go to bed and many times we had sex in daytime after lunch even though her mother used to be in the house. I enjoyed all those. But slowly my old memories of her mother started to creep into my mind. She was still desirable and sensual in her 40s and her smile used to make me uneasy sexually. She really had a good smile. Also since we stay together we used to interact more closely and many time we used to make body contacts. I tried to control my feelings. Then my wife's final exam started and I was on leave at that time for two weeks. Her exam was there for 8 days. It was rainy season and it was raining very heavily. So I used to drop her for exam in the morning and used to pick her up in the evening since it was a little far. This made her mother and me alone in the house during daytime. Her school was having summer vacation and she was also at home at that time. First day my mind got out of control when she started talking to me sitting near me. We were alone and all doors and windows were closed since it was raining heavily with strong wind. I got aroused and thought like reaching for her. But I controlled thinking of the consequences. Next day when I came back after dropping her she had gone out and she came totally drenched in rain. She went inside and removed her sari and came out with blouse and petty coat after she had a wash. It was raining cat and dogs with strong wind and we had closed all the doors and wind. So I had put the light inside and when she stood against the light I was really aroused seeing the shadow of her thighs and buttocks and I was shocked she was not wearing the panty. She then bent to pick up something from the floor and I saw her cleavage clear and so close. I told no in my mind but I was so aroused. She was talking to me but I was not hearing anything. I decided to go from that room but she went on talking and she was looking for the sari she has to wear from the cupboard with her back to me. She had leaned a little to front, which made her buttocks so pronounced. I could not control, all my teenage fantasies came to my mind and to be honest she was the one I had fantasized most as a girl and lady. I could not control I just moved to her and embraced her pushing my full erection to her buttocks. She was shell-shocked and for a moment she did not utter anything and when she came to senses she shouted what I am doing. I held her tight with my erection strongly pressed against her buttock cleavage. I told her I know I am doing wrong but I told her I had desired her since a boy and I want her once. I begged her not to resist and please allow once. I also told her she is also living with out sex for long and none will know about this and only it will be our secret. But I told her whatever I do I want to do with her full consent. I told her I like her daughter very much and also sexually. I begged holding her hand. I told everything about my feeling for her since I was a boy and don't see me as a bad character. Also this will not have any impact on my relation with my wife(her daughter). She told what will happen if her daughter or someone come to know. I was greatly relieved. That means she is afraid about her daughter knowing not she is fully against. I told her it is raining so heavy with strong wind and everything is closed and there is no chance anyone will know nor anyone will hear we making love because of the sound of rain. I told her don't worry about it. Then without asking for her permission I kissed her rather sucked her lips passionately. She wanted to resist but slowly she just melted down and I could hear she breathing heavily. I wasted no time and I squeezed her breast then I lost my control and I went mad. She told to check once again that all doors and window s are closed which I did. I then unhooked her blouse and bra in no time but she told not to remove it but I told my greatest desire is to see her fully naked and please don't resist. I made her fully naked in no time and I was wearing only a lucky, which fell down in commotion. I then pulled her to me, she was a sensual beauty and then I realised her daughter is no where near to her sexuality. She was so sensual in her 40's and I told what she should have been in her teens and 20's. I don't remember what I did to her. I licked and sucked her from top to bottom, I held her from behind, I squeezed and caressed her I kissed her whereever I can and finally I made love to her. I had doggie pose with her which both of us enjoyed a lot because of her height and sensual and big buttocks. She co-operated well and she was in tears with joy telling she never thought in her life she would get this pleasure. I told her now onwards she will not starve anymore. She told not to do anything when her daughter is at home. I promised I will not do and also it will not affect my sexual passion for her daughter. Next one week we made passionate love once or twice a day when her daughter went for exam. It was great I feel greater then the honeymoon with her daughter. Soon my wife got the job and she was having Saturday working day while I used to have Saturday off day and we used to make love on Saturday during the daytime. She was satisfied with that and if she want more either I will go late to office or I will come early from office during weekdays and will have sex. This arrangement went on well and now she is in her 60's but occasionally we make love at least once or twice in a month. But I never neglected my wife, she was good in her own way. I felt I am the luckiest man sexually because I could enjoy the slim and sensual daughter and at the same time the little plum and sexy mother. Both are live wires in bed in their on way. She then shelled all her shyness and guilt and she so many times made love to me as if she was raping me in bed. She can be so dominating in sex and she sometimes do it as if she is possessed and so violently and talking so erotically which my wife never does or hesitates. Her blow jobs are out of the world and one of the thing mostly I enjoyed is making love using her so well projected but well shaped and sensual buttocks cleavage (not anal sex) I spill in between her buttocks cleavage and she holds it tight when I pump. My wife was good at making posed in sex because of her thin frame and I could lift her easily for any poses and her body could be bent easily. She can do unthinkable poses sitting on chairs and bed or sofa, which I could not do with her mother because she was a little fat and hence I always had urge for sex with my wife also. If anyone wants to correspond please mail me. Sex with Mother-in-Law This is a true story that happened between my mother and me about 3 years ago. ***** A few weeks ago my mother (Mary) was staying with us from out of town. She is 68, a bit over weight but attractive. She has long black hair with streaks of gray. She has never been an overly outgoing person, and dresses very moderately. She had been here a week and started not feeling well. She was complaining of a migraine, both her and my wife get them on occasion. It was afternoon, and she excused herself to lay down until the migraine passed. My wife and daughters (both daughters are married and live close by us) had planned on a short day trip to go antiquing on this day, and decided to still go even though Mary could not. As I was not going, I said I would check on Mary in a couple hours. I peeked in her room and noticed she was not sleeping, I asked if she needed anything. She said a glass of water would be nice. I returned with the water, and she sat up to drink some. I asked how the migraine was doing, she said a bit better. I offered to give her a light massage on her temples and head, I said her daughter often finds this soothes the migraine. I had no intention or even the desire at this point of anything sexual with my mother. I was just offering to try what helped my wife. The thought of being intimate with Mary had never crossed my mind. My wife and I still have a very good and regular sex life (she is 48, I am 50). She seemed hesitant at first, but then decided to give it a try. She was sitting up at this point so I asked her to lie back down with her head on the pillow. I sat on the edge of the bed about midway between her head and feet. I had her pull her hair back and behind her head so it was not binding under her. I started by lightly massaging her temples and top of her head. I was using a very light and slow touch as I didn't know how it was going to feel for her. I continued for about 10 minutes and stopped to ask her how it was feeling. She said it was very nice and relaxing, and was taking her mind off the migraine. I said thats great and continued with the massage. It was getting dark, and since all the shades in the room were closed it was rather dark in her room. I decided to finish the massage since she looked to be on the verge of sleep. When I finish massaging my wife, I always kiss her forehead and then kiss her on the lips. I have done this for more years than I can remember and it just comes as a natural thing to do when I finish. Without even thinking, I finished massaging Marys temples and bent down and kissed her forehead and then moved down and kissed her on the lips. (my mother and I have never kissed on the lips, its always a cheek kiss and hug). As soon as my lips touched hers, I realized what I was doing and thought oh shit, what am I doing. Marys reaction surprised the hell out of me. As I started to apologize and move away she opened her eyes looked me right in the eye and said please don't stop yet. I was blown away and didn't know how to react, so I moved back down and started to kiss her again. This kiss lasted for about 10 seconds, and was quite passionate. At this point I was in a bit of shock but also feeling a little turned on by the whole thing. We both just set there for what seem like forever until Mary said, I'm so sorry about that, its been almost 10 years since Jack died (her husband of course) and it felt so good to be kissed by a man. As she was saying this, she reached out and held my hand. I noticed she was starting to get teary eyed. I didn't know what to say, so I just said, don't worry about it Mary, I am not upset or offended. She told me she has not been with anyone since her husband died and has been feeling quite lonely lately, especially since we live so far away and she has no other relatives near her. I started to feel sad for her and asked if I could give her a big hug, she just reached her arms out pulled me close so we cold hug. She pulled me really tight and close to her, our heads side by side. We stayed like this for what seemed like a couple minutes, and I could feel the wetness of her tears on the side of my face. I lifted up and looked at her and just out of instinct wiped the tears from her eyes. Again, another shocker at what she did next. She gently put a hand on top of my head and pulled me in for another long passionate kiss. This one with us both going open mouth with some tongue touching. Again I was at a total loss for words, and starting to feel some excitement in the groin area... She was laying on her back, and I was mostly on my left side next to here with my left chest over her left breast. She was only wearing what looked like a long night shirt, so I could feel the softness of her breast against my chest. She has very large boobs, but I have no idea what size they are. She wears very conservative outfits. Nobody said anything, and we just looked at each other. I could feel an erection starting to happen, and was not sure what to do next. As I looked at Mary, I could tell she was in a happy place now, as the tears were stopping and she had a nice peaceful look to her. I thought why not make her feel good again, so I bent down and kissed her again. This time we both got more into it. The kissing went on for several minutes and I could feel her running her had over the top of my head as we kissed. I returned the gesture and started to rub her temples and head again. I was now sporting a full erection and really getting into the light petting with Mary. She continued now using both hands to caress my face and head. This turned into one of the most passionate kissing sessions I think I have ever experienced, I didn't want it to stop. Mary then put both of her arms on my shoulders and started to slide me on top of her. At first I was a bit resistant because of the growing erection, but gave into her as she continued to move me on top of her. Nothing was said, we both just continued the kissing and light petting of each others face and head. I am sure she was able to feel my erection, as I was only wearing my pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. We both at almost the same time started to grind our selves together. At this point I was getting really excited, but also nervous as hell at what was happening. By now the desire to make love to Mary was overwhelming me, so I decided to just go for it. I started to kiss her neck and earlobes and slowly moved down toward her breasts. Mary moved her hands from my head to my back slowly massaging my back and shoulders. I continued moving down, and reached her covered breasts. I moved my mouth and tongue over her nipples and back up to her neckline. I could tell she was getting very excited by this, so I sat up, lifted her up and removed the night shirt revealing her rather large breasts. She has very nice dark brown areolas, and her nipples were nice and firm at this point. I moved back down and started to slowly suck each nipple. I was more aroused by now than I have been in a long time, and could tell Mary was really enjoying this. She was really starting to press her vagina into my hard-on, and had moved her hands as far down my back as she could to reach by ass checks. She slipped one hand under my shirt and found my nipples and began to gently squeeze each one. I continued alternating between breasts. Mary then grabbed the bottom of my shirt and gently removed it, she then pulled me tight against her boobs and held me there for a couple minutes while we lightly kissed again. Still no words were spoken between us. I decide to start again and continued with kissing her boobs then started to move down her stomach and her belly button. I circled my tongue around the navel a few times and moved down to the top of her panties. Mary could now only reach my chest and head, and continued to caress both. I licked around the top of her panties and moved down the left side of her thigh with my tongue hugging the edge of her panty line. I reached the bottom of her panties, moved to the right side and back up to her belly button. I could feel her shiver and felt goose bumps on her legs starting for form. By this time my erection felt like it was going to burst through my pajamas any second. I don't think I have been this excited since my wife and I started dating 30 years ago. I moved my tongue from her belly button straight down the middle of her panties to the top of her vagina. I continued to lick her vagina through her panties from top to bottom for a few minutes, then I reached up and grabbed each side and slowly removed them. Mary has a very hairy vagina with nice black hair and some shades of gray. I was very turned on by the look of it. I could see her lips swelling through the hairs and a gleaming of moisture on them. I slowly used my hand to caress her pussy lips for a few minutes, then moved to her clit with my thumb and forefinger. I looked up at Mary to see she had her head pulled back, her eyes closed and both hands grabbing a wad of sheet, she was really enjoying this, and the site made me more turned on. I brought my tongue down to her pussy and took her clit in my mouth and sucked it lightly. I could feel her begin to tremble and new she was ready to cum. I didn't want this to be over so soon, so I moved down a bit and put my tongue inside her vagina as far as I could and licked all around in circles. She eased her grip on the sheets a bit and took a deep breath to relax. I decide it was time to remove my pajamas and put my cock in her pussy. I sat up and pulled them off then sat back next to her and massaged her pussy lips for a couple minutes to get her back on edge again. When I could see she was on edge again, I moved on top of her and positioned my pennis at the entrance to her pussy. I slowly started to ease it in, but was met with a good bit of resistance. I assume at her age the natural lubrication has almost dried up. I didn't want to hurt her, so I pulled away and was about to give up on fucking her when she reached into the night stand and pulled out a bottle of hand lotion. Not my preferred lube, but it was what was available. I squirted some into my hand and rubbed it all around my cock. I then rubbed some on her lips and used two fingers to finger fuck her for a couple minutes to loosen her up. I thought this was going to make her cum, so I pulled my fingers out and moved on top or her again. This time I was able to ease into her vagina with relative ease. I pushed my cock in about a quarter way and pulled out just to the tip a couple times, then slowly pushed all the way in. Once I was all the way in I just relaxed and laid down on top of her for a minute to enjoy the feeling of being inside my mothers vagina. Mary put her arms around me pulled me tight and started to kiss me. She then slowly started to pump on cock, so I joined the rhythm. We started out slow and gradually increased speed until she was moaning in a low voice, and I knew she was about to cum. I picked up the pace, but not to aggressive and felt her whole body shudder. She clamped her arms hard around my back and kissed me until she stopped shaking. I was almost at the point of shooting my load into her, so I picked up the pace again. I sat up a little so I could use my arms for leverage and get nice long strokes. I lasted about another 30 seconds and shot what seemed like a never ending load into my mothers vagina. I collapsed on top of her, and we laid there for a few minutes. I felt myself go soft, so I slowly pulley out and got off of Mary. I slipped by pajamas back on, and pulled the cover over my mother. She looked at me, again the staring of a tear in her eyes, and said thank you very much. Those were the only words that were spoken. I grabbed my underwear and t-shirt, kissed her on the forehead and left the room. We never have talked about it, and never did anything again. We still have a great relationship.