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The Empty Purse

By: Mikelh



I blamed my father for a while. I guess it wasn't his fault. The bad thing he did was die. What I got from him was the name Bobby and a feeling that everything you have can be taken away in the next moment, so you'd better enjoy the moment you're in. Oh, and he also left my mom and me in debt. I was eleven at the time and it's taken my mom almost eight years to climb out of the financial hole, if you can call it 'out' when you have $237.00 in the bank. 

I got my first full time job eight months ago and with what I was being paid, I knew it would be a while before we would be buying fancy cars and houses, but at least we got by a little easier. I had wanted to work since I was sixteen, but mom insisted that I at least finish High School. The best I could do, was buy a couple of lottery tickets every week, and hope.

I never saw anyone work as hard as my mother did. She had a full time job as a waitress and a part time job at a dry-cleaning store. She never complained, but there was little time for joy in her life. I wanted to do something nice for her and so I suggested that we spend Sunday, which was her only day off, together. She seemed happy about it. We went to a movie and there was a ladies clothing store on the small shopping strip. 

I said, "Mom, let me buy you something." She didn't want me to, but I insisted and spent half of what I had saved from a month's wages. It was a light jacket that had a nice blend of colors and would go with a lot of things. She was so pleased with it that she was even wore it around the house. I can't tell you how I felt each time I saw it on her. 

Sunday became our day together even though she kept telling me that I should go and see my friends. I saw enough of them during the week and I enjoyed being with her and I enjoyed seeing her smile. 

Mostly we went to the movies and one Sunday we saw something called "Closer," and afterwards, we talked about how difficult it was to find a satisfying relationship. I said, "Well mom, you're not going to find one unless you go out; it doesn't just appear out of thin air."

"I know Bobby," she said. "But you saw that I went out with three different guys in the past six months and each experience was worse than the last. Going out on Sundays with my baby is all I need, the rest is more trouble than it's worth."

"I guess I shouldn't talk," I said. "It hasn't been much better for me. That last one, Irene, was some head-case." Mom had met her, and we both laughed. "Talking about dates mom, there's a retirement party for a guy at work and everybody's bringing someone; why don't you come with me?"

"Sure sweetie, I know just what jacket to wear." Her smile was vibrant and she had an excitement in her voice that I hadn't heard in years. We had a nice time at the party and mom met the people I worked with. We danced a few times and she was right up against me on the slow songs. I liked it, and she was embarrassed when I told her she was a sexy dancer.

When we got home, she said, "Boy, Karen and Lucy sure seemed interested in you; have you gone out with them, or…?"

I laughed, "No mom." Both of the girls came up a few times during the evening and Lucy had asked me to dance with her. "They're just girls," I said. "And not really my type."

"Oh? Then what is your type?"

"Oh I don't know, just not them." What I didn't say was the thought that popped into my head. 'My type is more a woman, a woman like you.' Well that got my head going for a few days. I started thinking what it would be like with my mom. The first thoughts were as a girlfriend, someone to do things with as a friend and companion. The next thoughts turned erotic and I couldn't get away from the fact that I found my mother sexually attractive.

The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I had never been out with a girl that I really wanted. I don't mean that I didn't want to have sex with them, because I did, but after the sex was over, it wasn't enough. And the more I thought about my mother, the more I thought about how much I liked her. I asked myself, "Well, why couldn't she could be good for me, and why couldn't I be good for her?" How do you tell your mother something like that?

After a few weeks of obsessing on it, I did try to tell her; well actually, I tried to show her first. We were in the movies and with my heart thumping, I leaned over and kissed her cheek. She turned and smiled quizzically at me. Two minutes later, I leaned over and kissed her on the lips. She whispered with total incomprehension, "What are you doing?"

I said, "Kissing you."

She said, "Why?"

I said, "Why do people kiss each other?"

By then she was becoming uncomfortable and people around us were becoming annoyed at the whispering. I followed her when she got up and left the theatre. When we were in the lobby she said, "Why were you kissing me like that Bobby?"

I blurted out all the jumbled thoughts I'd been having, saying things like, "We could be good for each other," and "I think you're so sexy."

She couldn't take any of it in. "Bobby this is too crazy…let's go home." On the ride back she was asking me questions you'd ask someone you might be considering committing. 

"Mom I haven't flipped out, well maybe a little, but I just think we both deserve to be happy and I thought…I don't know…maybe we could be happy together." 

"Happy? What are you talking about…happy how, by kissing me on the mouth and…what? Please tell me I'm wrong about what I think you're saying."

I almost whispered, "You're not wrong."

"Oh God." Those were the last words she said until we got home. The apartment never felt as small and claustrophobic as it did that night. I made the couch up as usual and mom went into the bedroom. Late into the night I thought I heard noises coming from her room and I did something I had never done before, I listened at her door. I wasn't sure if she was crying or if the noises were…sexual. How could they be? I couldn't tell, and then they stopped. I stayed up berating myself for upsetting her so much. 

In the morning, she usually left by 7:30, which was when I got up to get ready for work. My alarm had just gone off and I turned and saw her sitting by me on the foldout where I slept. She stroked my hair back from my forehead a few times and said, " I'm sorry I reacted that way; I didn't respect your feelings, and I guess I just have to think about all this. I love you no matter what. We'll talk later baby, okay?"

I said, "Okay," and she gave me a quick kiss and left. When we came home that night we had a conversation most mothers and sons don't have. She just came out with it.

"Are you sexually attracted to me, Bobby?"

I was somehow able to look at her and say, "Yes."

She raised her eyebrows and said, "Wow…well, okay, I guess we'll have to deal with that. Are you sure it's not just a …"

"Mom, I said, "It's not just anything, it's how I've been feeling, and it's real."

"All right sweetheart, I understand, but you have to realize that I'm not used to…"

"Mom, do you feel anything like what I'm talking about?"

"Oh Bobby, I love you and you're a wonderful good-looking young man, and even if I felt an…attraction, what could it come to?"

"Well mom, we don't know what it could come to; we don't know what anything could come to. All I know is that is that I want to be with you." I went over and kissed her. It was soft and long and I remained on her lips as she made a small whimpering noise. I let my tongue gently inch into her mouth, and her own tip met mine. We played tenuously that way and I broke it off not wanting to freak her out. I held her without trying to go any further and whispered in her ear, "That was sweet mom."

She stayed in my arms and responded with an, "Mmm…"

Throughout dinner she gave me this weird smile that sort of asked, "Who is that person seated across from me?" 

That night I listened at her door again and there was no doubt about the sounds, she was masturbating. I knocked once and walked in without waiting for an answer.

She said, "Honey, you shouldn't come in like that, I might not have been dressed." She was wearing a nylon nightgown and the covers were up to her waist. I could see the outline of her nipples through the thin material.

I said, "Mom let me watch you."

She was about to protest. I could almost see the words forming abut how she didn't know what I was talking about. She looked in my eyes and stopped. After a silent moment, she said, "All right." She took the covers off her legs.

She closed the door and the overhead light. The light coming from the bathroom fell partially on the bed. I sat in the dark corner of the room and she leaned back with her head on the two pillows. She lifted the nightgown, exposing her bare legs and pussy. She opened her thighs and rested the tips of her fingers over her clit. Her eyes closed. Mine probably couldn't open any wider.

I watched as she alternated between massaging her pussy lips with her palm and teasing her clit with her fingers. She was totally silent except for an occasional slight whimper. At one point, she lifted the nightgown over her breasts and took one of her nipples between her fingers. It took her about five minutes to come. The only way I knew that she had climaxed was a little cry as she raised her hips in the air. She uttered one quiet word as she came, "Bobby." That got me crazy.

She turned over when she finished and drew her knees up into her belly. I could see the roundness of her ass before she pulled her nightgown down. I could tell that she wanted me to leave, and I did.                 

It was the first time I'd seen her completely naked, and seeing the whole was different from seeing the parts separately. The word that fit best was 'Round.' She was round everywhere, her face, her breasts, her hips, her ass. My eyes had followed the curves and my hands could almost feel every bend and bow, and every crevice they hid. 

It seemed strange to be thinking about my mother's body like that, but before I left, I'd said, "Mom you're beautiful." I meant it, but I couldn't tell her what else I thought, that she had a body made for sex. Some of the girls I'd been with had nice tits, but mom's were unbelievable for a woman her age, no, they were unbelievable for a woman any age. I think it was her nipples that made them so sexy; they were dark, and the tips were long. She had a wonderfully round, inviting, ass and even though it was my own mother's, I thought that her pussy was the prettiest thing I'd ever seen

The next morning, she wouldn't meet my eyes. We talked about our money problems as if nothing had happened the night before. I told her that I had been promised a raise because I was going to get more responsibilities and that she could quit her second job in just a few months. She was pleased and she said, "Thank you baby, it'll make things a lot easier for me, but we have a long way to go because of the rent increase…" She went on about the money stuff and still wasn't looking at me. 

Finally I got up and put my arms around her and said, "Shhh…it's okay." She stopped talking and I held her for a while and said, "Thank you for last night mom, it was a beautiful gift that you gave me."

She was almost teary when she said, "Was it Bobby? I don't even know what to think about what I'm doing."

"You're doing loving things," She looked at me and a smile began on her lips. I kissed her more fully than I had the day before. She didn't offer resistance to my tongue in her mouth or my hand on her breast. She didn't pull away until I did.

I thought about her all day long and wanted to call a hundred times and say all kinds of things, in all kinds of ways. Finally I called once and said, "I just wanted to tell you that I love you mom." 

Someone must have been standing by her because she said, "Yes Bobby, me too, I'll uh…see you later."

I couldn't wait until later. I was going nuts; I got a hard-on whenever I thought about what happened the night before, or what might happen that night. I didn't know how far to push, so that night we kissed a lot and I touched a little. She stopped me from touching her pussy. I felt like I was back in high school, but I realized that after all, this was my mother. 

She did let me bare her breasts and I again wondered at the beautiful shape they had. Her arousal was evident as I sucked on those long dark nipples. Her tit flesh filled my hand and I wanted so much more. I wanted it all.

As I kissed her before she went in to bed, I said, "Mom let me come to bed with you."

She said, "Honey, I can't sleep with you if that's what you mean." She saw my disappointment and said, "Baby, you can come in for a few minutes if you want to." Even though I had seen all of her body, she would only undress in the bathroom and came out in the same nightgown. She got into bed and I watched her as she touched herself again. Her eyes were closed, but she said, "I like that you're watching me Bobby."

I got up and walked to the bed. I could smell the fragrance of her aroused pussy. I bent down and licked over her fingers and her vaginal lips. She took my head in hands in surprise and said, "Oh Bobby, we shouldn't." But she didn't push me away, and her body didn't say, 'we shouldn't,' as I continued to use my tongue on her pussy.

I mouthed her and ate her and sucked her, enjoying everything about her pussy. It seemed like she was trying to stay under control as she clenched her fists and moved slowly under my mouth. When I took her clit between my lips, her breathing increased rapidly. It wasn't long after I worked her clit with my mouth and tongue that she came. She came quietly, but there was no doubt by her exhalation that she had climaxed. This time, she didn't turn away; she turned toward me as I stood by the bed and she stroked my thighs.

She never touched where my dick bulged, but I unzipped my fly anyway. I struggled to get my hardened cock out. Her eyes widened and she took a long draw of air as I offered the thick knob to her lips. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She tentatively put the swollen helmet between her lips and more kissed it than sucked it. I was emboldened by the electric contact of her lips on my bare skin and I pushed more of the shaft into her mouth and began entering and withdrawing as she started sucking more than kissing.

My mind was going, 'Suck it mom, suck it…suck it…' full blast, but my mouth just went "Mmm…" as my mother took more and more of my cock into her mouth. She was getting more excited as she worked up and down the shaft and before long her hand was massaging my balls and then grabbing the rod while she sucked on it. 

I looked at her as my hard cock moved between her lips and I saw a mother taking care of her son not just with her mouth, but also with her love. Her face was angelic as she gave me what I needed. Each time she took me into her mouth, it was slow and lingering and I watched as her lips slid along the shaft and her tongue licked all around the meaty knob. She never opened her eyes but her warm gentle hands petted and stroked me all over. As my mother sucked my cock, I realized that it was the first time that was experiencing love and sex at the same time.

I was getting higher by the minute and I wanted to eat her and suck her and fuck her all at the same time, but I wasn't going to move while she did what she was doing. I could almost feel the volume of cum in me building as my mother sucked, and touched, and licked. When I knew I wouldn't be able to keep back the explosion for much longer, I told her, "Mom, I'm going to come…I'm going to come."

She didn't stop. She rubbed me harder and sucked me harder and I was gone. I threw my head back and let out an "Aaaaahhhhhh…" as the cum blasted from my cock to her mouth. I had expected the woman who was reluctant to let me even touch her pussy to quickly pull away from the barrage I had let go, but she didn't. My mother kept sucking me until I was totally emptied.

My mother had taken all the cum out of me, and when I opened my eyes, I saw her still sucking. The fact that I had a sexy good-looking mother had always been a source of pride for me; the fact that she had just sucked my cock until I came in her mouth was just astounding. A little of the sticky white emulsion that she hadn't swallowed was at the sides of her lips. Seeing it there, and thinking that it was my cum on my mother's lips, kept me juiced enough to stay stiff as she continued to lick and suck on the shaft until only her saliva glistened along the length of it. 

I got into bed with her and held her gently while telling her how beautiful her loving was for me. I expected to stay the night with her, but after a few minutes she said, "Honey, don't you think you should go and get some sleep, we both have to be up early for work." 

It had been so good I didn't want to spoil it so I just said, "Sure mom," and went out after a soft 'Good-night' kiss.

I just couldn't tell from day to day how things were between us, or where we were headed. Mom was reluctant to do anything at times and wanted to talk all night about the rent and the car and how we could save money or maybe buy this or that. Those were the nights I wanted to win that lottery so badly; I actually thought 'This might be the week.' It never was.

Then there were those other times, when she wanted to kiss and touch all night. It was during one of the 'fondling all-nighters' that my frustration level peaked. It seemed as if I'd spent at least an hour on each of her tits, stroking and caressing and sucking on those nipples until I almost believed that milk was about to pour from the shiny tips. 

Finally I said, "Mom, I can't stand this wanting you, it's so intense. I need to be inside you; you just don't understand. Look at what you do to me." She looked at my bulging crotch and I reached in and took out my aching cock to reveal the full length and strength of my desire for her. It was throbbing so much that I thought she could see it swell as her eyes fastened on it.

She leaned in toward me and I expected her to take me into her mouth, but instead, she laid my cock on her cheek, holding it there with her hand. Her eyes closed and she said, "You're so beautiful when you're hard for me like this…but baby, you're wrong. Of course I understand. Just because you can't see it on me doesn't mean I don't feel it. I'm wet for you here too baby." She put her hand over her pussy and said, "Don't you think I want you too? I think about it all the time, but that would be a step we could never come back from…honey, it would be incest."

Like what we were doing, wasn't? Somehow she was fixed on the notion that it was only incest if I was in her pussy. I thought it made no sense, but it was obvious from her next remark that was what she felt. And that next remark boggled my brain. She said, "I want you inside me as much as you want it baby; come sweetheart, be in me here." Her hand was on her ass.

It took a minute for my head to clear enough to process what she had just said. My mother was saying it was okay for me to be in her ass. I wasn't going to argue. She got up and came back with some kind of lubricant or lotion on her hand. She slathered my cock that looked more like a pipe than a dick at that point. 

We kissed and mom turned over on the bed. The nightgown that she was always reluctant to take off, no matter how much of her was bare, was pulled up over her waist. I kissed her back and massaged her breasts feeling their heft in my hands. I pulled on her long nipples as she raised herself to give me access. I approached the round globes of her ass with a stiff cock that was almost dancing with excitement. As I put the knob on her small hole, I said, "I love you mom."

She said, "I love you too baby."


The Empty Purse



As I pushed my cock, as gently as I could, into my mother's ass, I thought it was amazing that a real situation could be stranger than anyone would believe. My mother would let me make love to her orally and anally, but straight sex with me in her pussy was off bounds. She made little whimpering sounds and exhaled with long "OH" sounds with each insertion.

I couldn't have expected how good it felt to be in my mother's ass as I went a bit deeper each time, testing the limits of her ability to take me. Her pucker was stretched around the width of my cock and it held me tight. It took some exertion on my part to press my cock home. I'd had plenty of sex before, but this was the first time I was in a woman's ass, and not just any woman. 

I could feel the heat and pressure as I invaded my mother's small hole and fought her tightness with each stroke that went deeper into her ass. I told her how good it felt to be inside her, but she didn't say anything and I couldn't tell from her sounds if it was too much for her. I said, "Mom, does it hurt having me in you like this?"

She said, "I'm okay baby, it just feels so big in me…but I want you to do it." I wanted to hear that it was good for her, but she didn't say anything like that.

I could sense that she was relaxing and I stuffed the rest of my cock into my mother's yielding ass. I could see how stretched she was as she took the full width of my erection in through her ring. She was moaning, but I managed to get far enough into her so that I was up against her globes. I stroked in and out of her narrow channel that clasped me in its firm embrace.

I had a mother who couldn't accept the idea of her son's cock inside her pussy, but the she had taken the full length of me up into her ass. I was happy to be her son at that moment and I was astonished at how good it felt.

As my mother relaxed enough for me to stroke her, I gave it to her longer and harder. She didn't complain. She even reached for me to touch my balls and then my cock as it penetrated her. I did what every instinct in my body pushed me to do, and to my delight, my mother was pushing back in rhythm as I gave her the length of my cock.

I did that for a while but I wanted her to feel me loving her as much as she could feel me fucking her. I wanted to look at her face and kiss the woman who was giving me her body and her love. I pulled out. I turned her on her back and lifter her legs onto my shoulders. She didn't know what I was doing so she covered her pussy with her hand and said, "Not here baby."

My intention was not to be in her pussy and I put her at ease and said, "I know mom; I wont."

I directed my cock back into her ass that was still slick enough with lubricant to accept me. The position with her legs up stretched her open, but she used her hands to spread herself even more. I leaned down to kiss her as I stroked smoothly into her ass. I loved her so much at that moment as she took me inside her. She must have felt it too because she kept breaking the kiss to say, "Yes, I love you Bobby; I love you, yes, yes…" 

I kept looking at her face in wonder. As I pressed my cock deep into the small stretched passageway, I knew she would always be more than just 'Mom' to me; she had become the woman I loved and the woman I desired. 

I wanted those minutes of stroking into my mother's ass to last. Each insertion massaged my shaft as if I was tight in her fist, and she was pulling on me at just the right pressure. I went in so deep, I pressed against the fleshy globes. I wanted it to last, but when I took one of her perfect tits in my hand, and held that long nipple between my fingers, all I could think about was coming. I pictured the warm thick fluid coming out of me and filling my mother's ass. I pictured her face enjoying it as I came inside her. I was as high as I could get, thinking that my mother was opened for me, accepting my cock into her ass as if I was a lover who could have whatever I wanted from her. It was something I couldn't have imagined when we started. 

The first release surprised me because there was almost no time between the thought 'I'm going to come' and the actual event. After a long deep insertion, I shot a jet into her and there must have been a lot because my cock came out thickly coated. Her ass had been clamped on me, grasping and milking. As I repeated the deep strokes, they came easier because her channel was slick and slippery with the viscous fluid. 

I pushed on her legs that were in the air and it gave me an even deeper access into her ass. I wanted to tell her how much I liked fucking her that way, how much I loved being inside her ass. I wanted to tell her she was mine, but I couldn't say it because I didn't believe it, so I didn't say anything.

I increased the speed of the stroking into her ass and pumped as if I was in her pussy. She reacted as if she was approaching orgasm. I was so close to her pussy as I slid in and out of her ass; I had a fleeting temptation to switch. I could see that her pussy was wet, but I knew she would be upset if I did, so I let the thought pass.

I concentrated on the fucking and watched my cock going in and out of my mom's ass as I came. I waited to hear her tell me that it felt good or that she wanted me to come inside her or even that she was coming, but she didn't say a word as I continued to fill her ass with my cum. I knew it was unusual for a woman to come just from anal stimulation, but she was raising herself and moving as if she were about to climax so I rubbed her clit and it was only ten seconds later that I saw her grit her teeth and squeeze her eyes shut. 

I knew she was coming, but only from her movements and her flush. She seemed to be fighting any sound that might come out of her mouth. After a few moments of frenetic humping and gyrating, she did let a sigh of air out. She didn't open her eyes as I stroked into her ass a few more times to completely finish. It was as physically satisfying as I could have imagined, and it would have been perfect except for the look on mom's face. She had let her son into her ass and she had come, but she looked more distressed than happy.

We stayed spooned together for at least an hour without a word passing between us. We both may have nodded off a few times. When I became alert, my cock was hard against her. Her back was to me and I could see her shaking her head and I could hear sounds of air coming from her as though she was trying to hold back from crying.

I said, "Mom maybe you're right, maybe we shouldn't be doing this anymore if it's going to make you unhappy. I want you more than anything mom, but after I was in you, it looked like you were thinking that we were doing a terrible thing. I can't make love like that, knowing that…"

She didn't let me finish, "NO baby NO", she said. She turned to me and I could see her smiling. "I was laughing at myself baby, and that's not what I was thinking at all when you were in me. What I thinking was, 'This can't be happening…this is so good it can't be real; this is my son inside me and it feels so good that I never want it to stop.' That's what I was thinking baby, that I loved you and wanted you inside me, and I wanted you inside my pussy so badly that I didn't know if I could stand it for another minute. It just hit me and I realized that whatever was keeping me from you made no sense."

She cradled my face in her hand and kissed me softly. She was smiling when she said, " It doesn't matter anymore. Anybody can call it whatever they want to. What matters is that you're my love and you're my lover and that I'm yours…and what I was thinking while you were in me was that you're the best thing that's ever going to happen to me, and I'm not going to throw it away, and I'm not going to let it go…it all feel too good."

"You mean you liked it when I was in you like that mom?"

She laughed, "Of course I liked it, I liked it very much because my boy…my man was making love to me, and that's what I want you to do, now, and always."

"Are you sure mom?"

"I'm very sure baby, I want to be yours and I want you to be mine, all mine and the only way you can be all mine is if we give each other everything, and that's what I want to do, come to me baby…come."

She took the nightgown completely off and reclined. Her legs were parted as wide as they could go. Her arms reached out to me and there was nothing ambiguous about her smile, it was filled with love. I looked at my mother's moist pussy and the anticipation of entering that warm place ratcheted up my excitement. Society had made it forbidden for me to possess it and my mother had added her own taboo, but her open legs were now an invitation. My mother was ready for me, and waiting for me.

I held my stiff cock in hand and I could see the drop of white cream at the tip meant to lubricate. My mother's pussy didn't need it. I brought it to her mouth so she could taste me, and to prolong the agonizing pleasure of anticipating my first insertion between her legs and into her warm pussy.

She took my offered cock into her mouth willingly and licked out the beginnings of the flood of cum that I knew would later fill her. I didn't let her suck me long because I wanted to save myself to take her as I had wanted to for so long. I approached the opening with my cock almost jolting up in anticipation. When she knew I was about to enter her, my mother pulled her legs back and held them apart. I was surprised at how far back they went and the effect presented her pussy to me as an invitation. 

I was as swollen and hard and ready to enter her as I could ever be. The thick knob spread her soft lips and the first insertion was sweet. I exhaled as the total length and width of me filled her channel. I could feel her trembling as my cock went deeper and deeper into the midst of her sex. Her sounds said that she was getting more excited with each thrust. 

That I was finally inside my mother's pussy was no less astonishing to me than it was to her. As I started pumping in and out of the wetness I had waited so long to enter, she seemed to almost hyperventilate. She was thrashing and moaning and breathing so hard I stopped inside her. "Mom, are you okay?"

When she caught her breath she said, "Yes baby, I'm okay…I'm fine…it's good baby…I just can't believe you're in me like this, inside my pussy, having sex with me…"

I almost laughed, "Mom, we have been having sex for a while now."

"Oh I know baby, but this is different…it's what a wife does for her husband, or what a man does for his woman…oh God, I don't know what I'm talking about, just don't stop, love me baby, love me."

I pushed into her pussy and it felt good to be inside her warm confines again. It did feel different and special. It was a completion of something we'd started and it felt satisfying to take her as a lover takes his woman. Mom was saying, "Yes baby, this is where I want you to be, this is where I need to love you, in my pussy, filling my pussy, filling my heart, with you Bobby, with you, my sweet baby."

In my head the words were much more crass. They were a jumble of 'Fucks' and such, exclaiming the exhilaration I felt at finally being in my sweet mother's pussy…finally having my mother, who was having me. With each of my penetrations, she responded. She clasped her legs behind me, she moved her hips into me, she showed me how much she loved me.

At first it didn't register because it was like an echo out side my own head, an unexpected a sound as I could have imagined, but there was no doubt, mom was whispering, "Fuck me…yes, fuck me honey…take me love…yes…yes…" It got louder until she was in full voice, exhorting me on, "Fuck me Bobby, take me, take me, don't stop, fuck me…you're so hard for mama aren't you baby, your cock is so hard for your momma's pussy, isn't it baby?"

I didn't need any more encouragement than being inside my mother's pussy to continue. I tried to be as deliberate as I could to keep from coming too fast. Even though I had been in my mother's mouth and amazingly, in her ass, there was something even more exciting being inside her pussy. I gave her slow long strokes that took the length of my cock in and out of her. And I told her, "Yes mom, this hard cock is for you, your son's hard cock is for your pussy…for you mom…for you."

I held those tits I loved to play with and fondled them while at one point sucking into my mouth as much of the sweet flesh as I could. I worked the nipple between my teeth and she squirmed until I let it slide between my lips and suckled it as I fucked her. When the urgency to come threatened to overtake me, I stayed inside her, kissing and touching her. "Oh sweetheart," she said. "I love how big you feel inside of me; I love how you fill me, and take me, and love me."

I started moving again and each measured stroke seemed to feel better than the last as my cock slid and rubbed along the walls of my mother's pussy. I could feel her grip get tighter, her breath get shorter, until she pulled me into her and raised her hips high and said, "Bobby…Bobby…fill me…come with me baby, come with your momma." Then there was no holding back.

"Yes mom," was all I could manage before I started releasing one hard volley after the other into her pussy. Each "Yes" was louder than the one before and we both became indecipherable as 'Fuck' and 'Yes' and 'Come baby, come' filled the room. Mom arched up and ground her hips as my rapid-fire strokes penetrated her grasping pussy. I went in hard and deep and long to the center of her belly, and the streams of cum poured out of me and into her like a declaration of love from a son to his mother; a mother who accepted it lovingly, and willingly. My mother was letting me fill her bare pussy with all the cum I could give her.

When I finally slowed to tender long insertions, she was smiling widely, and just saying, "Mmm…mmm…mmm" After it was over, mom wouldn't stop kissing me, wouldn't stop saying, "My sweet Bobby, my sweet Bobby." 

Before I came for the first time, I thought I could have stroked in and out of her soothing pussy all night. As that night turned out, I almost did. I kept going back to her, waking her, and then she was waking me, until all the lovemaking blurred into seamless pleasure.

By early morning I knew her pussy must have been sore; but she never complained through the night. What she said was, "Until now baby, I never realized just how much I love you, and how much I wanted you to love me this way," then she laughed and said, "And how big my little boy has gotten." Finally, we both slept, expended and exhausted.

When I awoke, it was almost noon and I went to the computer to check the previous evening's lottery numbers. Not even one number matched, and with a shrug I went back to be close to mom's warm body. She woke up soon after, kissed me 'Good morning' and said, "You know baby, after you were inside me all those times last night, I could feel how you loved me and wanted to take care of me. And each time you woke me up for more sex, even tough I knew that most people would think that I should feel ashamed for what I'd done, I didn't feel ashamed at all baby…I only felt love…so much love that I couldn't wait to let you have me…to let your beautiful bare cock inside my pussy…oh darling, I only wanted you to do it again, to love me again, and you did...didn't you my sweet boy?" Her warm hand cupped and held me and I hardened as her fingers moved.

"Yes mom, and it's what I'm always going to."

"Yes sweetheart, that's what momma wants," she said, "And you're not going to need any of those other girls for anything. Momma's going to give you everything you need…yes baby, I'm going to take care of you too, with all of me." She took my hand and said, "Here, here, and here." She placed my hand all over her body, ending on her pussy. She said, "I'm here for you, do you know that, do you honey?"

I said, "Yes mom."

She said, "No baby, I mean it, I want you to feel it. You have to know that from now on, you're mine, and I belong to you; you know that baby, don't you?"

"Yes mom, I know it and I can feel it; and I don't need anybody else if I have you. I can feel how you're open for me, and ready for me, and wet for me. I can feel it from inside your pussy." I put my fingers inside her and the sticky fluids that lined the walls of her channel seemed to flow with sweet juices that I couldn't wait to taste. I went down on her and licked the slippery lips before entering with my tongue into the humid insides of her pussy. 

"Oh I love that," she said as I licked her out, and then slid my tongue over and around her swelling clit. It seemed to emerge by itself, thickening with blood as an erection. I sucked on it with a fierce draw and took it between my lips, making my mother yowl and grab my hair, squeezing two handfuls between her fingers. I didn't stop. She didn't want me to. 

As I continued sucking on my mother's clit she kept talking. "Yes baby, I love it, I love it, and I love you, and your big strong cock inside me, inside me, inside me with your hard cock…yes baby… inside my pussy…yes…put it in my pussy baby, put it in mommy's pussy."

I got on her and my rigid cock went quickly to her center. She took a deep in-breath as we once again joined the way it seemed we were meant to. I filled her, and she wrapped around me as if there was never any doubt that my cock belonged in her pussy. And that's where I've been for the last six months, inside my momma's pussy every chance I get. 

And I stopped buying lottery tickets because I know now, that I was wrong when I thought we wouldn't get rich; we already are.