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The Peep Hole

By: wankRus



It was Saturday night and I was stroking my dick slowly and deliberately as my eyes feasted on my mother's naked body. She was sitting in her warm bath attentively washing her arms, her shoulders, her lovely, milky-white saggy breasts, unaware that just a few paces away from her, her son was ogling her through a peep hole in the bathroom wall. Weeks earlier I had drilled the small hole through the wall of my closet which ran parallel to the bathroom. 

For several weeks now I had been enjoying these jack-off sessions at my unsuspecting mother's expense. Lust had been burning in me since puberty and now at age 20, I was completely possessed of my desires. I was masturbating 4, 5, even 6 times a day to satiate my young yearnings. Since I was very young, my mother had been the primary focus of my admiration, my lust and my desire. To me she was the ultimate woman; stately, lovely, and sexy. Mom was a full figured woman, not what you would call fat, but big framed. With full curvy hips and a wide ass, long and shapely legs with meaty thighs and round calves, broad, straight shoulders and ample D-sized tits, she was everything I thought a woman should be. Even her tummy rolls and love-handles were sexy to me. In her youth, she was a striking beauty with lovely European features; high round cheek bones, shapely, curled lips, a sharp, squared jaw line, and a full-sized hourglass figure. Although age had taken some of the luster from her looks, she still turned heads - especially mine. 

I was a change of life baby. My mother was 44 years old when I was born. She was 64 now, 30 pounds overweight and sagging. Her ass had flattened out somewhat, her hips a little broader, her arms more fleshy, her tits heavy, hanging and pendulous, but that did not diminish my love and desire for her. Mom was a strong-willed woman, a "ball-buster" you could call her. My dad was a verbally abusive alcoholic but she didn't take any shit from him and she saved my ass from a serious beating many times. Eventually, she threw him out of the house and out of our lives. I hadn't seen him in years. It was just me and mom, and maybe because it was just the two of us for so long, I began to see her not only as my mother but as an attractive, desirable woman. I had dated several girls and had fucked a few, but none of the relationships lasted very long. None of the girls I dated was willing to put up with the sexual pressure I put on them for very long. I couldn't blame them, I guess, because it seemed that I was never satisfied and always wanted more and wanted it more often. 

Mom was finishing her bath as I continued to stroke my hot swollen dick, my eye plastered to the peep hole in the wall. She stood up and started using the shower spray to rinse off her body. The peep hole was about waist high, so I had pretty good view of her milky-white, wide ass, her heavy, flopping, saggy titties which hung nearly to her navel, and her round, tufted pussy mound as she rinsed herself all over. Her pendulous tit-flesh was swaying wildly as she worked the spray over her body from stem to stern. The rhythm of my jacking increased as I fixated on those dancing titties. They looked so soft and heavy and lovely as they bounced to her every movement. I wanted so desperately to hold them, to feel their weight and their softness. I wanted to suck her small pink pointed nipples into my mouth and run my tongue over their pert stiffness. 

Opening her thighs, she reached down and spread her pussy lips with her fingers, letting the shower spray wash up into her cunt. The sight of her standing there, washing her cunt was all it took to get my orgasm rocking. I had taken one of her bras from the laundry hamper and was holding it up against the tip of my cock as I violently stroked my young meat. I was barely able to stifle a moan as I shot jet after long jet of boy cum into the cups of her big, lacy brassiere. Suddenly, everything became quiet. I wondered if my mother had heard my cry of ecstasy, so I peered through the peep hole to see if she had any reaction. I could see that she was standing still and although I couldn't see her face, I could tell she was trying to discern what had made the mournful sound she must have heard. As quietly as I could, I struggled to my feet, feeling totally exhausted from my mind-blowing orgasm. At the same time, I heard my mother step from the tub. I knew she'd be coming out of the bathroom soon, so I wiped my dick off in her bra, dropped it on my closet floor, went into my bedroom, and slipped on a pair of pajama bottoms. 

I could hear my mom softly humming as she finished her toilet. I didn't want her to know I was anywhere near the bathroom while she was bathing so I quietly made my way to the living room, turned on the TV and tried to look as natural as possible. We lived in a fairly small apartment, so I could easily hear my mother moving about. She had put on a bathrobe and was walking back and forth between her bedroom and the bathroom. After a few minutes I lost track of her as I became interested in the TV program I was watching. 

A few minutes later, mom came storming into the living room red-faced and furious and I had the feeling that all hell was about to break loose. She was still wearing her bath robe and in her hand dangled a lacy white bra; the same lacy white bra I had just planted my seed into. My mother's face was beet red, her eyes were narrow, angry slits, and her furrowed eyebrows gave her a demonic look. 

"What the hell do you call this?" she screamed at me, "What have you been doing with my bra?" 

She didn't wait for an answer. She walked up to me and hit me in the face with the wet bra. "You filthy little bastard!" she yelled, "You jacked yourself into my bra?! How could anyone do anything so filthy?"

I was speechless. My mother stood in front of me slapping me with her free hand while she continued whipping me with the cum-soaked bra. I tried to defend myself but she came at me fast and furious, slapping me and cursing me all at once.

"Mom... I'm sorry...I...I'm sorry...," I stammered while fending off her blows, but she continued to come at me, hot, vicious, and spitting mad.

"And when did you set up that peep hole you bastard? How long have you been spying on me? You little bastard! You god damned little bastard!" she spat at me, landing another series of slaps.

Apparently my mother had gone into my bedroom to hang up some shirts she had ironed for me and found the bra on the floor of my closet. When she bent over to pick it up, she must have seen the light from the bathroom streaming in through the peep hole. She had apparently put two and two together and was now bringing her wrath to bear on her sex-crazy son. I was finally able to stand up amidst her continued verbal and physical assault on me. I was taller than her by several inches so she had a harder time landing the blows to my face and head. Though her fury had not diminished I was now able to put up my guard, but she continued to swing at me, hitting me in the chest and arms.

"I'm your mother, you shit, not some street whore!" she continued, landing me a good clout on the ear, "I can't believe that you did this! You disgusting shit!"

I'd seen my mother plenty mad on a number of occasions but I don't think I'd ever seen her as angry as she was at that moment. She had dropped the bra and was now pummeling me with both hands while I continued trying to defend myself, trying not to hurt her in the process. Her angry emotions began to spill over as she suddenly started weeping while she continued her insane cursing. She was sobbing uncontrollably, cursing me through her tears, as I finally got hold of her wrists and was able to restrain her as best as I could. But even now, she was still spewing angry words at me for the grievous sin I had committed against her. The whole room was filled with tension and emotion as the two of us wrestled. My heart was pounding like crazy. She was viciously trying to knock the shit out of me, and I was trying to fend off her she-wolf attack. All the while I was trying to apologize to her, telling her how sorry I was, how much I loved her, and how I would never do it again, but she didn't seem to hear me. Vengeance and punishment seemed to consume her. Bound up in this intense emotional storm, I began to weep along with her not from the pain of her blows but for the shame I felt and the anguish of having caused her this emotional pain. Tears were streaming down both of our faces as we grappled together in anger and emotion.

"I'm... so sorry, mom, please... I love you....," I pleaded, "I won't... I won't... do it again, please...," I begged, "I love you... I always have... more than anything... I've always... wanted you... Mom... I... can't help it, mom, I... want you... so much." 

"Love me? How can you love me?" she spat, "How can you love me and be spying on me, and touching yourself... and putting... semen on my under things?! You're a shit, just like your father... you're a bastard pervert just like he was..." 

Although I held her wrists tightly, my mother kept struggling with me but as she did the cord that held her robe closed became undone and fell to the floor. As she continued fighting me, her robe opened and I could see her swaying, heaving titties flopping from side to side as we struggled. My cock began to harden and strained against the front of my pajama bottoms. The intense emotion of this encounter, along with the full frontal view of her nakedness was now pouring down and funneling into my young cock. On the one hand I was ashamed of myself for having this reaction, but on the other hand, all this emotion had transformed itself into lust; lust for the woman that bore me lust for the breasts that nursed me, lust for the cunt from which I had emerged. 

"Please mom," I cried. "Please stop!" I begged. I released her wrists and took hold of her in a firm hug. I let my hands slide inside her robe clenching the smooth skin of her back as I pulled her naked flesh tightly against me. She was still struggling, weeping, and trying to hit me, but it was much more difficult for her to make contact because I held her so closely and refused to let go. My stiff cock was pressed between us. I knew that she could feel it there was no way that she could not, given our tight embrace.

A few more moments of struggling passed before we both finally began to calm down. Her heavy breathing was intermittently mixed with choked sobbing, like a child who can't voluntarily stop crying after crying for a long time. I continued to hold her and spoke softly in her ear. "It's OK mom. Please don't cry. I'm sorry. I love you so much," I said over and over and over again until she began to regain her composure. 

My cock was still iron hard and sandwiched between us as I held her and slowly rocked her in my arms, her tits pressed against my chest. I could feel their incredible softness; heaving and swaying with each movement we made. My mother had just wailed the hell out me but at this moment all I could think about was her soft naked body pressed against mine. Rhythmically, I ground my swollen dick against her, dry-humping her soft fleshy tummy. She held her arms around me now as tightly as I held her; her head resting against my bare chest. We could feel each others breathing, and more, we could feel each other's bodies. We were both exhausted from our emotional ordeal, but now we were busy soothing and trying to heal each other. 

All the while, my dick throbbed with its own heartbeat as it rubbed against her soft skin. I had never felt this hard or sexually charge before, and I know my mother must have felt the intense sexual energy that was emanating from me. After what seemed like hours, but was only moments, she brought her hand down between us and rubbed the flat of her palm against the front of my pajamas, against my ridged cock. The excitement of her touch made it jerk. While she kept her face buried in my chest, she began to rub the length of my cock with the flat of her hand. With each stroke, my prick jumped and seemed to thicken and harden. I continued to hold her fast as we started swaying slowly like two lovers on a dance floor. 

Reaching into front opening of my pajamas and took hold of my swollen dick. She began to rub it against the warm, soft skin of her belly and over her low-hanging tits. I was afraid to say anything now, too afraid that if I spoke, the bubble would burst, and the dream would end. Mom held my dick firmly and started to stroke it, jacking me with her warm hand. I reached down and let my hand run under the flabby roundness of her sagging right breast. It was incredibly soft, softer than I had imagined it would be, softer than anything I'd ever felt before. I bounced it gently in my hand, feeling the weight of her soft, silky tittie. She didn't speak, but signed softly as I took the other fleshy breast in my other hand. I began pinching the firm little nipples between my fingers, bringing deeper sighs from my aroused mother. Her head was still buried in my chest. She was looking down, perhaps afraid to meet my gaze; afraid to acknowledge what she and her son were doing, afraid to acknowledge that she too was caught up in the passion of the moment, afraid, and perhaps ashamed, that she had given herself over to her own lust; an unspeakable lust for her own son.

Releasing her right breast, I let my hand run down the soft, smooth curves of her tummy until it found her fat, round pubic mound. Her pussy hair was thick and soft, just like the rest of her. I let my fingers intertwine with the soft, downy hair while mom stroked my cock slowly and rhythmically over its full length. Every few strokes she would let her fingers skim over the thick swollen head of my penis and down the length of the shaft. She would then cup my balls and massage them a moment before trailing back up to commence stroking me again. The feeling was incredible and it took all my will power to keep from spilling my load. I wanted this moment to last forever. I was holding and fondling the woman of my dreams - my own mother - while she, in turn, and willingly, caressed my erect manhood. For me it was more than a dream come true, it was something I was certain I would never attain.

Probing deeper, I found her slit. Her pussy lips were full and fleshy and protruded beyond her hairy mound, pouting between her silky thighs. I pushed my finger down between them and there at the apex of her opening was what I was looking for; her swollen clitoris. It was larger than I expected. It was already hard and felt almost as large as the tip of my small finger. When I brushed against it, mom released a loud sigh, a gasp really, so I knew immediately that her clit was very sensitive and aching for attention. Her pussy was hot. I could feel the steamy moisture emanating from her womb. I let my finger slide down even further between her thick pussy lips until I found the opening. She was very wet and my finger entered easily. Stroking upward, I extracted fingerfuls of her sticky juice and rubbed it over her tender clit. With each moment that passed, we stroked each other with more fury. My mother's breathing became deep, fast and filled with soft moaning and sighing as I worked her hot pussy to climax. It only took a few minutes until I felt her hold her breath and, clamping her thighs tightly around my probing hand, she started cumming. All her attention was focused on her orgasm now. She continued to hold my cock in her fist and began squeezing it more tightly the closer she came to her orgasm. 

Then finally, she let go, and fell off the cliff of ecstasy. "Aeeii... Uhhh... Ohhhhh....," she moaned into my chest as the full force of her cum overtook her. Another few short moments and her breathing finally returned; ragged and shuttering. Her orgasm was rolling over her, bathing her in its satisfying comfort. She shuttered again and again until finally, I could feel her legs collapse beneath her as she began to sink to the floor from exhaustion. I held her by the armpits and pulled her back up and against my chest. Feverishly, I began to kiss her face, her eyes, her cheeks, her silky, soft neck. I was so filled with raw love and desire for her at that moment, and didn't want it to end.

Slowly my mother regained her composure and once again resumed stroking of my stiff cock. With her free hand, she cupped my balls and gently squeezed and caressed them. She worked my cock harder now, pumping furiously on my erect meat. In another minute I felt my balls tighten and I could feel that wonderful release that only an orgasm can bring rise up through the shaft of my dick. I began spurting thick streams of sticky cum over my mother's tits and belly. I was amazed at how much seed shot from my dick! She stroked me with her firm grip until I began to feel soft in her hand. My semen seemed to be everywhere, dripping from her tits, running down her bulging tummy and covering her hand. Almost without thinking, she brought the back of her cum-soaked hand to her lips and licked at the sticky goo that covered it. She continued to look down, not having made eye contact with me yet, and began rubbing my spent semen into her tits and into the pale soft folds of her belly while she daintily and sheepishly licked at her messy hand. 

I reached out and took her once again in my arms and held her as tightly as I could. I kissed her cheek and placed my face against hers, lovingly holding her. She was clenching me as well, her cum-spattered tits pressing against my chest. Again, there in the middle on the living room, we swayed gently, like two people in love. Finally she kissed my bare chest and looked up at me with an embarrassed smile.

"I... I'm tired... I... I think I'll head off to bed now."

I leaned down, kissed her softly on the lips, and met her bashful gaze.

"OK, mom... I'll see you tomorrow." 

We were red-faced, perhaps from embarrassment, perhaps from desire - it was difficult to tell which. Reaching up, she returned my kiss, like a mom kisses her son not her lover. 

"Good night...," she mumbled as she closed her robe, turned, and walked down the hall toward her bedroom. Half way down the hall she stopped and sheepishly turned to face me.

"I... this...," she started, but she stopped, knowing that she couldn't find the words.

"Good night...," she said and walked slowly to her bedroom, closing the door behind her. 

The Peep Hole Ch. 02



Chapter 2 -- A Remembrance of Abuse

Summary of Chapter 1: Michael's mother has discovered that he has been spying on her while she bathed. In furious anger, she confronts him physically and verbally. But the deep emotions of their encounter turned into a moment of lust and desire.

I was sitting on the living room sofa unsure about how to feel about what had jut happened. My mother's angry physical and verbal attack ultimately manifested itself into a sexual experience that I could not have manufactured in my horniest imagination. My heart was still racing, pounding in my chest as I sat on the living room sofa and attempted to make sense out of this night's emotional encounter. Anger had turned to desire, a moment of lust; were the two emotions that closely related? No, I refused to believe this because I had seen too much anger in our home. As a young boy, I had seen and heard my parents go at each other tooth and nail and it had frightened me. Not until my father finally left was I able to experience the kind of deep, caring love that my mother could give; unobstructed by violent anger. 

I had heard of people releasing their emotions during times of extreme stress; after the lose of a loved one, after an emotional breakup of a relationship, or even during extremely intimate times like communal prayer. Was this just the same sort of occurrence? It had been many years since I had seen her so angry and emotionally charged. My spying on her, naked and innocent, had definitely struck a deep nerve. Yet out of all this emotion, my mother and I shared a moment of mutual sexual need. The realization of that reality was just beginning to sink in. Although we hadn't had sex in the classic sense, we had masturbated each other to shuttering climaxes. Just the thought of this made my cock twitch again, and though I felt a sense of shame and sorrow at having hurt my mother so deeply and emotionally, there was a renewed fire in my loins and a sense of gratification at having finally entered my erotic holy of holies; sex with my mother. 

Reliving the experience again - while it was still fresh in my mind -- I took hold of my hardened cock and replayed the erotic scenes with all their vivid emotion and intensity while I stroked myself in earnest. I could almost feel my mother's soft, sagging breasts pressed against my chest, the touch of her hand on my stiff prick, the heat of her pussy as I fingered her to climax, spraying my seed over her breasts, seeing her sheepishly taste her son's ejaculation. With a shuttering orgasm, I collapsed on the couch from exhaustion and, still clutching my slowly shrinking cock, dosed of, emotionally and physically spent.

It was quite early in the morning when I finally dragged myself to bed and slumped into an agitated sleep. I awoke about 8:00 AM and dressed quietly, not wanting to disturb my mother. Her bedroom door was still closed and I had not heard a peep from there since our furious encounter the night before. Looking in the mirror, I noticed that I had a shiner under my left eye where she had struck me squarely with one of her initial blows. It wasn't the physical pain I minded, it's just that this mouse under my eye would, at least for the next few days, be a visible reminder of our wild sexual wrestling match. 

I left the apartment and took a long walk over to the local strip mall to get some breakfast at the small diner I frequented there. All the while, I tried to sort out the events of the previous evening. I have to admit that my heart felt a little heavy and remorseful too. I wanted to make things right between us again, but still, I couldn't erase the supreme pleasure of having touched my mother intimately and having her do likewise to me, no mater what the circumstances.

While I slowly worked over my breakfast, I pondered all these things and decided that I needed to put a plan for reconciliation in motion to set things right between my mother and me. The first thing to do was to seal up the peep hole in order to remove any ongoing suspicion between us, and secondly, I had to confront the issue straight on so that we could deal with it immediately and at least attempt to get past it. On the way home, I stopped at a local hardware store to purchase some Spackling compound and a putty knife. 

I wasn't looking forward to facing my mother for the first time after last night but I didn't see any way around it other than to meet the situation head on. With a lump in my throat, I entered our apartment -- 'the scene of the crime' -- but, with a slight feeling of relief, found that my mother had left to go shopping. I found a note on the kitchen table saying as much. With the anxiety of having to confront her when she returned still hanging over me, I set about the task of sealing up the peep hole that ran between my bedroom closet and the bathroom. 

With that job done, I settled down on the living room sofa to read the Sunday paper and waited for my mother to return from her shopping trip. Still weary with emotion and a fitful night of sleep, I dosed off again and didn't awaken until I heard my mother's key rattling in the front door lock. It was already late in the afternoon, long evening shadows were streaming through the window blinds. I must have been asleep for hours. She seemed a little surprised to see me sitting on the couch and gave me a nervous smile. 

"Oh, your home," she said. "I was out shopping."

"Yes, I saw your note," I replied, equally as nervous and embarrassed as she. Both of our faces showed a reddish glow about the cheeks. "Can I help you with the bags?" I asked as I got up off the couch and headed towards her.

"No, no, I'm fine," she mumbled as she lowered her gaze, hurried past me, and walked down the hall towards the kitchen. 

I watched her as she walked away from me. I knew I had to confront this situation immediately but I would have been willing to do almost anything except what I knew I had to do at that moment. Following her into the kitchen, I walked up behind her as she unpacked her parcels and grasped her gently by her upper arms. 

"Mom," I began, "I, I wanted you to know that I closed up the hole in my closet. I, I won't be doing that anymore." I felt my mother slump forward a little and heard her emit a soft sigh.

"Thank you, Michael," she said softly, "I, I, Uh..." she continued hesitatingly and then I felt her shoulders shutter softly as she began to silently sob. I moved in closer behind her and held her arms more tightly. Leaning in I rested my chin on her right shoulder.

"I'm sorry about this whole thing, mom," I whispered in her ear. "I never meant to hurt you. I feel so badly that I hurt you. I love you so very much. I'm sorry. I, well, have always had this, this desire for you. You're so beautiful, mom. I've always thought that, and I just, just let that desire do my thinking for me. I'm sorry." Our mutual remorse felt like a heavy cloud that encircled us. My mother's shoulders heaved with each deep sigh of tears she tried to suppress but was unable to. She reached her left hand over and placed it over my own as I held her. Slowly our fingers intertwined as I kissed her gently on the shoulder and neck.

"Shhh... Don't say such things, Michael. It's not just your fault," she said through her tears. "I'm sorry too." With that, she turned around and I quickly took her in my arms. She laid her face against my shoulder, wrapping her arms around me. Her whispered sobs began to quiet down as we held each other. I wanted to say more but couldn't find the words that I'd rehearsed over and over during my morning of preparation for this moment. Mother, too, seemed at to be unable to find the appropriate words. Again, as we had the night before, we held each other and began to rock gently in place, a silent two-step dance that held its ground. Words had escaped us for the moment but I felt we were communicating at another level. 

"I just felt so violated when I found out what you were doing, Michael," mother began as she finally broke through the silence. "It just brought back some awful feelings that I thought I'd never have to feel again. I've never told anyone about this, Michael, but I have to tell you now." Mother paused for a moment, bit her lip, collected her thoughts, and then continued. "Years ago, when you were a little boy, your father had a bunch of his friends over to play cards and, of course, they were drinking lots of whiskey and carrying on like a pack of fools." 

I reached over and gently stroked my mother's hair in an effort to ease her mind and to help the words come more easily. 

"Luckily, you were staying at grandma's house for the weekend so you didn't have to witness it. All evening I was trying to stay clear of them because I didn't like his friends much and, well, you know what your father was like when he was drunk. Anyway, later that evening I decided to take a bath before bed. I made sure to lock the door before getting in the tub, but sure enough, as soon as I settled down in the water, one of your dad's buddies decided he had to pee and tried to get in." 

I could tell that the retelling of this story was painful for her. Her words came haltingly and she seemed to be choosing them carefully.

"Well, he started making a real scene about needing to pee and not being able to get in the bathroom. I keep yelling back to him that I was in the tub and that he'd have to wait until I'd finished. Pretty soon I heard more voices in the hall. Your father and his friends had all gathered in front of the bathroom door and where banging on it and cursing and laughing and yelling at me to open it. I screamed at them over and over that I was taking a bath and that I wanted to be left alone, but they just kept up their hollering. Then all of a sudden the door was kicked in and your father and his three friends all came into the bathroom whooping and cursing and laughing. I screamed and I screamed at them to get out but they just won't listen. They just kept on laughing and whistling and howling and making lewd remarks to me. I was completely naked, trying to cover up, and screaming at them to leave but they just kept joking and cursing at me."

My mother's tears returned again as she related this awful night of horror at the hands of my father and his friends. But even through her tears, she seemed to have a need to retell it. She continued as best she could through her sobbing. "The one who had to pee so badly pulled out his, his, penis, and walked over to the toilet but your father said, 'Hey wait, Chuck, I think we could all use a good piss, come on back over here.' Oh, Michael," she said through a fresh wave of tears and cocked breaths. "They all pulled their, their penises out and they were laughing and they were waving them at me and cursing me and calling me names and asking me to, to take them in my mouth."

"Oh, mom," I said as I stroked her face and kissed her forehead. My heart ached for her as I pictured the lewd scene in my mind. "It's OK, mom, it's OK." I said, but it wasn't OK. Mom's eyes were red and swollen with tears as she choked out the rest of her story.

"Oh, Michael, it was awful," she continued through shattered breaths, "Those men, all those men, they stood there and they, they, Oh, God, Michael, they started peeing on me! They just stood there and laughed at me and cursed me and called me bitch and whore and peed all over me. Your father grabbed hold of my hair and pushed his penis into my face. He just kept saying, 'Suck it bitch, show these guys how you like to suck.' They all started egging him on and waving their penises at me and laughing. Oh, god, Michael, they were laughing at me! I was crying so hard and begging them to leave but they just kept laughing!"

"Shhhh... Mom, don't. It's OK," I tried to reassure her but I knew there was nothing I could say to ease the hurt of this memory.

"Your father said they won't leave until I, I gave him oral sex. I just wanted them to leave so I did it. I took him in my mouth and did what he asked but he was too drunk to finish. Some of the other men wanted me to, to suck them too, but, thank God, your father wouldn't let them. I was so afraid they were all going to take me. He just said, 'Shit, she's no fuckin' good at it anyway...', and they all laughed some more. Finally, they all left the apartment and went to the tavern to drink some more."

My mother buried her head in my shoulder a little further. I continued to stroke her face and cooed softly in her ear that she was safe and that I would care for her. I took a handkerchief from my pocket and wiped her tear-filled eyes and wiped her nose. I thought to myself how many times she had done that for me when I was a boy but now the tables were turned, she was the one who needed comforting. After a few moments she once again regained her composure.

"Oh, Michael, you can't imagine how dirty and embarrassed I felt. I must have cried for days afterwards. I thought I would never feel clean again after having all those men pee on me. I couldn't understand why your father had allowed such a thing to happen to me. I did everything for that man, and everything he wanted, everything, Michael, in the kitchen and in the bedroom. And then, then that all happened. It was right after that that I decided I wasn't going to let him touch me ever again and I wasn't going to let myself be abused like that again. Well, we just kept getting into more and more shouting matches and things between us started falling apart, until, about the time you were 10 years old, I finally decide I had had enough and asked him to leave. I decided it was going to be just you and me, Michael, and I was happier for it. I made up my mind that there wasn't going to be another man in my life except you."

"I'm so sorry that all happened to you, mom," I said. "I knew dad was a pretty crumby person, but I can't imagine that he'd let something like that happen to you."

"Well, that's all old news now, Michael. It's over but do you understand now why I reacted the way I did? That feeling of being violated again just struck an old, raw nerve."

"Yes, I see," I said, "I love you, mom, I just wish I could undo whatever hurts I gave you."

"That's over too, Michael," she said. "I love you too much to let that come between us. I said yesterday that you were just like your father, but you're not, Michael. You're nothing like him. You're good and I love you. You're the child of my old age, Michael. I guess I'd never noticed until now that you had become a man and had a man's feelings and, and a man's needs and wants. I'm tired of being strong, Michael, you're grown now, the man of the house. I want you to be the man of the house." 

Mother hugged me even tighter after having said that. "You are a man, my man," she said as she wiggled her body slightly, her face buried in my neck. "And I'm going to honor that. I don't want to fight anymore. I want us to take care of each other like we always have. I just hope I didn't hurt you last night with my crazy carrying on." With that, she lifted her head off my shoulder and looked up into my face. "Oh, my," she said with a sniff, after seeing the shiner under my eye for the first time. "Did I do that?"

"Um, yeah, you did, slugger," I replied with a sheepish grin. 

Mom reached up and gently placed her finger tips on the black and blue mark under my eye. Then she cupped my face with both hands, pulled my face down, and planted a soft kiss over the bruised spot. "There," she said, "that should make it feel better. Man or boy, a kiss always makes things better." 

I brought my head back and paused for a moment as our eyes met; our faces just inches apart. My mother had just told me her most intimate secret, something that was so very painful for her to remember, but at that moment there seemed to be a peaceful karma that encircled us. Everything that was so dreadful the day before was suddenly swept away, and I was certain that the feeling of relief and serenity that came over me at that moment was not just something I conjured up but was coming from her as well. I could feel my heart pumping solidly in my chest. Our faces were so close I could feel the flush of heat from my mother's face. Our eyes locked in a gaze of mutual understanding, and with each breath, we breathed into each other's mouths. Slowly, almost involuntarily, the space between us became no space at all. As our lips touched, I felt like the ground below me had given way and I was supported only by my mother's tender lips. Oh, how often I had dreamed of this moment. 

There is no description for how wonderful and intense and satisfying it was to kiss my mother like that for the first time. It was as if our lips were made for the moment, perfectly fit for each other. The taste of her mouth was like a home coming. I, we, belonged there, for that moment and for all those moments which would come after. Our lips were perfectly locked, sucking and biting and licking; uninhibited, hungry, and passionate. She had called me her man and by that kiss, I understood immediately what that meant. Unafraid, I let my tongue glide across her soft, full lips, and immediately they parted for me, and I probed deeply into her sweet tasting mouth. She moaned into my mouth as our tongues danced and intertwined, and she seemed to almost collapse in my arms. I had wanted this for so long. I had wanted her for so long. 

My mother had called me her 'man' and I, based on the validation of this kiss and her tender embrace, was ready to assume that position. She had admitted that she had been without a man since that demoralizing incident with my father and his friends. She had focused all her attention and resources and love on me, and since my earliest recollections, she had been my ideal, the woman I measured all others against. So many times I had masturbated with erotic thoughts of her, and now I wondered if she did likewise with thoughts of me. Regardless, she was now in my arms, giving the rest of herself to me and without shame I was ready to take control of our relationship. 

With our lips still locked in erotic embrace, I cupped her left breast and squeezed it gently. Her stiff bra could not hide the soft, spongy tit that it held. My pawing became more aggressive as, once again, she moaned deeply into my mouth and leaned into me with increased passion. Her hands roamed freely over my back and ass, causing me to pull her even closer to myself. My cock was stiff with desire and my body began to involuntarily hump into her soft frame. Releasing her lips, I leaned down and kissed and licked her neck and her ear. Her response left no doubt that she had surrendered herself to me. 

Reluctantly, after several minutes of passionate necking, our lips parted and we gazed into each others eyes like two lovers long parted but once again united. Without a word, I took her hand and we walked silently toward her bedroom. 

We were both very tense, neither of us could deny that, but we both knew what we wanted, and we both knew the implications of what we were about to do. Socially, and for some, morally hideous and repugnant, my mother and I were about to cross over into a relationship of incestuous love. We did not speak of it, not then and never in the future. For us, we were a loving mother and a loving son in love. 

In these last few moments, through our wordless, passionate kisses and warm embracing, my youthful longings for my own mother were taking full physical shape. And I understood too that she had feelings for me that ran parallel to my own. She was now more than my mother, she was my woman, and that was all that mattered to me. As a boy, she had never denied me anything good, that was within her power to give. Now as my lover, I knew that this aspect of her love for me would not change; that she would abandon her won needs, wants, and desires to fulfill mine. 




The Peep Hole Ch. 02



A new feeling of manliness accompanied me into my mother's bedroom. I felt more like her husband than her son, and she, the object of my desire, the woman of my youthful dreams, my ideal wife. I had seen my mother do battle against hardships of all kinds; a drunken, insolent husband, raising a young boy as a single parent, maintaining a nurturing household and good paying job. 

I had always thought of her as a loving, but hard person who was prepared to kick whatever ass necessary in order to make a life for me and her. And this was true enough, but what I sensed from her now was a feeling of fulfillment, like a traveler who reaches her destination after a long arduous trip. I sensed that my mother was ready again to abdicate her position as head of household to me, that this was what she had been working towards and longing for. In that moment I was 'coming of age'. The feeling was exhilarating; I could literally feel a surge on manliness course through me, settling like a deep yearning in my loins.

I walked my mother over to her bed and gently pressed on her shoulders to sit her down. I was so overcome with desire, love, and lust that I dropped to my knees, buried my face in her full bosom and pulled her tightly to myself. Mother laid her hands on my head and stroked my hair as I knelt there and held her in worshipful embrace.

"It's alright, Michael," she said. "It's alright. I want this too."



The Peep Hole Ch. 03



Chapter 3 -- Coming Together

Summary of Chapter 2: Michael and his mother reconcile after the previous day's violent and emotional display of anger. Michael's mom explains the reasons for her emotional reaction to Michael's voyeurism. Through their tender sharing of their feelings and emotions, Michael and his mother embark on a new type of relationship.

As I rested my face on my mother's warm, soft breasts, I felt as if my whole body was bathed in a deep and rich coating of profound love and desire. Mother calmly and quietly stroked my hair as I covered her neck and her exposed cleavage with passionate kisses. My tongue darted between her extraordinarily soft tits and licked her salty, fragrant, and delicious flesh. I raised myself on my knees and found her eager lips, our tongues locking, swirling, and darting in and out of each other's mouths. 

The sensation of finally possessing the woman I had longed for, masturbated for, dreamed of countless nights, and desired since I was a young boy was intoxicating. As we kissed, my nervous fingers unbuttoned her blouse, pulled the tails out of her skirt, and slide the delicate fabric off of her soft white shoulders. Once again I buried my face into her soft, spongy tits, kissing, sucking and licking any exposed pink skin I could reach. I squeezed each pointy bra cup so that more of her delicious titties spilled over the casing of her stiff, white brassiere. Mother moaned softly. I could feel her warm breath on my face as I made love to her pale-skinned old breasts. 

Reaching in, I pulled first one tit then the other from its D-cup prison. Jiggling and swaying, they settled down over the soft flesh-roll of her tummy, only inches away from resting in her lap. Mother took hold of one of her long, sagging breasts with both hands and held the small pointy nipple to my face. Her areolas were not large, about the size of a half dollar coin, and each was crowned by a small, pointy, pale teat about the size of my own. I rubbed the offered nipple with my thumb, which brought a fresh breath of delight from my mother's shapely lips. I kissed her mouth again before descending to take hold of her proffered teat, and suckled her like the hungry child I once was. 

Her other breast was hanging, sagging and swaying lewdly, spilling over the stiff support of her heavy foundation. Unsupported, it jiggled enticingly as I worked my tongue over its twin. Taking hold of her left tittie, I rubbed it against my face, so that I might feel its significant softness and pliability. 

Like a man possessed, I began to suck each nipple alternately, nibbling and licking my mother's pert little points until they were red and stiff from my abusing attention. Lifting each pliable tit, I licked the underside of each, tasting the sweet and salty flavor of their hidden side. 

Mother continued to stroke my hair as I suckled and made love to her bosom. Her eyes were closed, her lovely mouth slightly ajar, and her head tilted back as my ministry to her breasts took her to the erotic place I knew we were both heading.

Releasing her breasts, I slide my hands under her skirt, feeling the smooth nylon stockings that encased her lovely, full legs and thighs. Reaching further I found that she was wearing a girdle with suspender straps, as she often did. I felt for the suspender clasps and began to unfasten her tan stockings. 

Mother had grasped hold of her breasts and was massaging each floppy sack, occasionally pulling on a sensitive nipple. She moved her face close to mine and open-mouthed, offered her lips and tongue to me. I sucked at them as I continued to unsnap her hose. The warmth of her soft thigh flesh was indescribable. All I could think about now was freeing her from her foundation so that I might reach the prize I was longing for so desperately.

One by one I pulled the sheer tan stockings off her silky thighs, down past her full rounded calves and over her delicate feet, where I paused to bath each in a shower of kisses. Mother sighed, appreciative of my attentiveness, and squeezed her tender nipples with delight. Reaching under her skirt I grasped the waistband of her girdle and her panties, and began to pull them down. She raised her hips to offer her help, and in one smooth motion, her bottom was free from its cotton and spandex enclosure. Next came her skirt and again she lifted her hips to clear the way. This accomplished, I was now gazing at the full furry triangle that covered my mother's secret places.

My cock felt incredibly hard as I got to my feet and hurriedly pulled off my shirt and slide my pants and underwear past my ankles and off my legs. I stood before her completed naked, my cock fully erect and perpendicular to my sweating, anxious frame. I knew that all possibilities we open to me, but for a moment I was unsure what to do next. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to spread her legs and lick the tart juices of her pussy. I wanted to touch every square inch of her all at once. 

So many times I had seen her lovely mature body through the tiny peep hole in my closet and had masturbated myself into a frenzy, but now she was here with me, tits exposed, cunt exposed, my cock at the ready and my balls yearning to empty their molten contents. I knew that she would not refuse me anything I asked, she had told me as much, but now faced with a buffet of choices, I was not sure which pleasure to explore first. 

I stepped back for a moment and let me eyes feast on her naked old body. She had released her breasts and they now sagged limply over the flabbiness of her tummy. I marveled at how long her tits were and how, in spite of her age, the skin was so pale, fresh, and even youthful in appearance. But this was no young woman, there was no doubt. Her upper arms, her inner thighs and the flesh-roll around tummy showed the inevitable signs of aging, but this did not diminish her loveliness in my eyes. She looked every bit the beautiful, stately, and curvaceous woman I had admired since I was a little boy.

"Mom," I said somewhat nervously. 

She did not speak but demurely looked up into my eyes. 

"You're beautiful, mom," I said with a nervous smile. "You're so beautiful to me." 

In spite of all the intimacy we had so far enjoyed, she blushed when she heard me say that. She looked down at her saggy tits and the ribbon of flesh that encircled her waist. Her hands rubbed across her pliable titties and she cupped them in a gesture of shy innocence. "Oh, Michael," she said with a touch of sadness. "I'm old. I'm not pretty anymore like I used to be. I'm sagging all over," she said as she rubbed her flabby little belly.

"Mother, please." I scolded. "You are so beautiful. You have always been so beautiful to me."

"Oh, Michael," She said gratefully. She opened her arms in anticipation of a hug and I answered her request. I took her in my arms, delighting in the fell of her warm, soft skin against my bare chest, and kissed her fully and deeply on the lips once more. I reached behind her and unhooked the sturdy bra she wore, fully releasing her big tit sacks. I took them in my hands once again and felt their full weight and substance, and kissed each in turn. 

Taking hold of her shoulder, I pushed her back unto the bed and gazed down upon my mother's beautiful nakedness. With renewed intent, I knew now what I wanted to do. Kneeling down between her knees I pulled her toward me by the hips, spread her legs wide and lowered my face toward her very hairy patch. She was much hairier than I had expected or had been able to discern from my peep-show views of her. Her pussy hair was light brown in color and covered her sex almost completely except for the thick lips which enclosed the warm entrance to her body. 

Her pubic hair formed a distinct triangle shape over her pubic bone and the lower part of her tummy but trailed off over the creases of her legs, and feathered off onto the upper part of her inner thigh. I had seen hairy girls like this in porn magazines -- most of the girls I had dated shaved or trimmed their pussies - but had never had one in my grasp. I ran my fingers though the lush forest of her pubes marveling at the silky softness of it. 

Just touching her soft cunt, I thought, could give a man an instant erection; it was so sensual and luxurious like real fur. To my surprise and delight, I noticed a fine trail of light brown hair that traced a path to her navel. So delighted was I, that I licked the fine hairs from the top of her pubic patch to her belly button. I paused there to lick and probe with my tongue, then kissed my way back down again. My mother tensed when I did this. She reached for my hand and, taking it into mine, we locked our fingers in a reassuring grasp.

I began to rub my face over your lush pussy mound. I could smell the sweet and tart aroma of her vagina as I rubbed my face over every part of her privates. The intoxicating smell of sweat, vaginal juice, and urine made my head swim with anticipation for the treasures that I knew I would find beneath her woolly covering. It was then that it occurred to me that this was the place were my father had entered 20 years previous. He had laid his seed here and from this very place I had emerged. Now I was kneeing between my mother's open legs as if in prayer, worshiping at the wellspring of my birth. With reverence and a true sense of the holiness of that place, I kissed her pussy over its entirety and licked the soft tender creases of flesh that joined her legs to her torso. My mother's excitement became more audible as I began to tease her most sensitive parts. 

"Oh, Michael," she moaned in a whisper. "Oh, Michael, that's so good. Kiss me, Michael. Kiss me there."

With my fingers, I opened the thick lips of her delicious cunt. Hidden inside, like a wonderful treasure trove, was the pink and red flesh of my mother's womanhood. She was wet from our foreplay, the excellent smooth skin seemed to glisten even in the dim light of her bedroom, and the deep aroma of her sex gave no doubt as to her need for a man to fill her. 

I had never been with a woman whose labia were so thick and large but this was only the first bit I wanted to taste. With a slurp I sucked first one then the other thick flap of wrinkled, brown skin into my mouth and pulled back to fully extend the succulent membrane as far as I could. Mother moaned again, this time sounding from deep in her throat. 'Just wait, mother dear,' I thought to myself, 'I've only just started.'

I pulled her large labia wide open and licked along the tender inner side, then let my tongue glide across the pinkness that guarded the entrance to her womb. My mother was clutching the bed sheets and her hips bucked with each flick of my tongue. I tasted her and it was good, very, very good. Her musk was strong but not unpleasant and it seemed to sweeten the more I licked at it. 

It took all the restraint I had to keep from diving straight into her lovely cunt and savagely devouring it; so strong was her fuck-scent. I was unsure how long I could hold back my desire, but I wanted this, our first time at love-making, to last as long as possible. I wanted to make it imminently memorable for the both of us.

My tongue danced over my mother's tasty pussy, teasing her tender lips, flicking against her puckered vaginal opening. She arched her back as I delicately licked and lapped at her delicious cunt. Letting my tongue drift up along her slit, I began to focus on her protruding clitoris. 

As I had discovered the previous day, it was as thick as the end of my small finger and was peeking out of the fleshy hood that protected it. I lowered my mouth onto my mother's little cock and sucked it while I teased it with vibrations from my tongue. Mother gripped the bed sheets tightly and lifted up her hips trying to push as much of her pussy into my mouth as possible.

"Mmmmm... Oh, Michael!" she moaned. "Oh, Michael, lick me honey, oh, oh, suck it, Michael, Oh..." 

Sliding a finger into her wet pussy, I pumped slowly and probed deeply, rubbing my finger along the underside of her clit. Mother was moaning loudly now, begging me to satisfy her yearnings and thanking me for the pleasure my mouth brought.

"Oh, that feels so nice, honey! That feels so nice! Oh, that feels so nice! Please lick me, Michael, please honey."

Her encouragement alone was enough to drive me on but the taste of her pussy and the primal scent that came from her organ were absolutely intoxicating. I was drunk with fuck-lust. I moaned deeply into her cunt as I licked, sucked, and kissed my mother's most intimate parts. 

Taking advantage of her raised hips, I removed my wet finger from her pussy and pressed it against her wrinkled anal opening. I loved ass-play and although most of my girlfriends had distained it, I had the feeling that my mother would not reject my anal advances. Mother nearly screamed as I first massaged her rectum then slowly pushed my index finger past her rubbery sphincter, one knuckle at a time, into her anal canal. 

"Oh, Michael!" she sang as she arched her back and bucked her hips higher in the air. "Oh! Push it in. Push it in deeper! Oh, god, I'm going to cum, Michael! Oh!"

I sucked with genuine fervor at my mother's clitoris while I pumped my finger rhythmically in and out of her ass. With each stroke of my finger, she whimpered and moaned as her orgasm came closer and closer, until finally it hit her like a lightning strike. She bucked one final time, held her breath, and clapped my face tightly between her thighs as the electric shock of orgasm raged through her body.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!..." she repeated over and over and over again as her glorious cum reigned over her. I licked her gently until her orgasm subsided, then slowly extracted my finger from her bottom. Mother was breathing heavily now, her heart was obviously pounding from her shattering cum.

"You OK, mom?" I asked. I was a little concerned because of the violent nature of her spent ecstasy.

"Mmmmm, yes..." she said airily with a broad satisfied smile.

Her orgasm concluded, I now got to the business of taking care of my own stiff needs. I lifted her legs off the floor and swung them onto the bed, then spread them and climbed between. She spread her legs as wide as she could and waited for the penetration that she knew was coming and which she wanted. 

Crawling up between her legs I glided my cock through her thick cunt hair and between her luscious lips until I found the entrance to her holy of holies. Pushing slowly, I let the head of my cock pop past the tight opening to her womb and feed the entire length into her in one smooth motion.

The feeling of being fully enveloped by my mother's pussy was beyond words. I felt my dick rest against her cervical wall and at that moment we both let out a deep, joyful sigh. I let my cock rest there a moment. Propped up over her body, my arms fully extended, and my eyes closed, I let the immeasurable feeling of having her warm, wet, wonderful pussy surrounding me register with each nerve ending in my swollen cock. I opened my eyes and saw that my mother was looking at me with an incredible expression that was mixed with love, passion, and joy.

"Oh, mom," I said with a dreamy-eyed smile. "It feels so good inside you!" And indeed it did. Her pussy, although not tight, felt like a warm, wet glove gently wrapped around my member.

"Mmmmm, yes, Michael," she cooed as she rubbed my chest with the flat of her hands and smiled in return. We just rested there, my cock buried deep inside her, and smiled at the sheer joy of what we were both feeling. Then, spontaneously, we both began to laugh from the profound joy of finally being joined in the most intimate way possible; not just a physical joining of two bodies, but the spiritual joining of two souls locked in love.

"I love you so much." I whispered, as I began to slowly but firmly piston into her delightfully warm and excellent cunt. I felt tears of joy well in my eyes as I made love to this beautiful woman. A single drop of love flowed down my check and landed in the wide valley between her breasts. She reached up and wiped the moisture from my eyes then brought a finger to her lips and tasted the salt of my profound joy.

"My beautiful man," she sighed as she rubbed my nipples and ran her hands down over my back and waist, pulling me as close to her as she was able. 

She raised her knees up to allow me fuller access to her, and I fucked her slowly like this for several minutes, slowly and rhythmically. Her titties had flopped to either side of her chest and undulated with each stroke I took. 

We never took our gaze from each other, each of us looking into the loving eyes of other. So intense was our connection that I felt as if every nerve ending in my body had come alive. With each inward stroke I could feel every nuance of her vaginal cavity, and every time I pulled back I could feel her large, thick labia gripping and sucking at my withdrawing cock. I had never felt anything so wonderful and sensual before.

"Can you feel that, mom?" I asked in wonderment. "I can feel everything inside you."

"Mmmmm..." she purred. "I know, Michael, it feels wonderful."

Soon the feeling of electric pleasure in my cock signaled to me that my orgasm was immanent and I announced this to my mother-lover. 

"I'm going to cum, mom." I whispered, my face flushed red with passion.

"Yes, Michael, cum for me," she replied. And I did cum; a deep satisfying orgasm that only comes from deeply intense and intimate moments like the one that my mother and I just shared. I felt each spurt of hot semen pump into her and soon filled her vagina with warm seed. My mother continued to look up at me and smiled warmly with each spasm of my cock, each stream of semen that filled her incredible pussy.

I left my cock in her until it had shrunken back to its normal size, all the while showering my mother's face, her eyes, and her lips with tender, thankful kisses. She held me in her arms, rubbed my back and my ass, and returned my warm embrace. Exhausted, I rolled off of her and lay beside her. She turned her ass to me and nestled up against me in a 'spoons' position and took hold of my hand in hers. I reached over her shoulder, felt her soft tummy and titties and, cupping one soft breast in my hand, we both dozed off for pleasant slumber.

I woke up about half an hour later, my mother still resting peacefully in my arms. We were still in the spoon position and hadn't moved an inch during our short nap. I looked down over her soft white body as she lay nestled against me. My cock was already stirring again as I ran my hand over her lovely, soft skin, and let my fingers probe between her ass cheeks and over tender thighs. 

The valley of her ass was very hairy, a continuation of the thick patch that covered her cunt. Each cheek showed evidence of a fine spray of soft hair that crept up out of the deep cleavage. Her pussy was soaked from the leaking semen which I had deposited there a short while ago. I found and rubbed her clit a few times, and my mother, now awake, wiggled her butt up against me. 

Her long, supple tits splayed out in front of her and, unable to resist their softness, I reached over her body and took one in my hand. Mother leaned over her shoulder and offered her lips to me which I immediately coupled with my own, our tongues exchanging caresses.

I wanted to penetrate her again, I could not resist. My cock was now fully hard so I guided it to her cum-soaked slit, found the juicy opening and plunged the entire length of my dick into my mature lover. Mother sighed with appreciation and pushed her ass back into me in time with my hard fucking motion. 

We humped madly for a few moments, but in my exuberance I pulled out too far and my cock plopped out of her juicy canal. I started to reposition my cock for reentrance but my mother took hold of my dick and placed it against the rosebud of her ass instead.




The Peep Hole Ch. 03



"Put it here, Michael," she said softly, "In my behind."

I was stunned for a moment, unsure if I had heard her correctly, but she took hold of my cock again and placed the tip firmly against her puckered anus.

"In my behind," she said again and looked over her shoulder to look into my eyes, confirming her request. "It's OK," she said with a sheepish smile. "Go ahead."

I kissed her on the shoulder and proceeded to guide my cock into her rear end. Her anus resisted for moment and then suddenly I was in. The head of my cock had popped past her rubbery opening and I was now in her bowels. 

"Ah!" mother exclaimed as my dick entered her behind, causing her to wince slightly in pain.

"You OK?" I asked. I didn't want to push in any farther unless she was willing to let me.

"Yes," she replied, again wincing from the discomfort of having my cock firmly stuck in her rear. "It hurts a little, but it's OK. Don't push for a minute. Let me get used to you. You're really filling me up," she said looking over her shoulder and giving me a pained smile.

I reached around in front of her and began fingering her clitoris hoping that perhaps that would help her take her mind off her anal discomfort. After a moment or two, mom began pushing her ass back into me indicating that I could push further into her. I did so. Slowly, slowly until almost the entire length of my cock was in her rectum.

"I haven't done this in a long while," she said through her teeth. "So please go slowly until you feel me relax." Mom was breathing a little stiffly as I slowly extracted myself. I watch her hairy sphincter distend as I pulled my cock out of her, refusing to let go. She sighed with a loud "Oh!" as I pulled about 4 inches of dick-meat out of her butt, then slowly pushed back into her again. 

After about a minute of this slow advance, her ass muscles began to relax and I was able to pick up the pace a little. Mom had her hands buried in her crotch, massaging her pussy as I fucked her from behind. Her ass being so tight, it didn't take long for me to feel the sensation of my orgasm coming on.

"Uhhh.. Mom, Uhhh..." I moaned and she knew that I would soon be spilling my seed.

"Ahhh..." my mother replied as she frantically rubbed her pussy. I could feel her tensing up and knew that she would cum soon. I tried to hold back but I couldn't. With a sudden jerk, my balls constricted and I started spewing semen into my mother's bowels. Soon after, she started cumming too. The two of us were writhing together, my hot cum overflowing from her ass. I held her tightly as I bucked into her with each contraction of my cock. I could feel my semen blasting into her, some leaking from her tight, brown ass hole.

It was glorious! I had never had anal sex with anyone before even though I had tried with several of my former girlfriends. I never thought in my wildest imagination that I would ever have the opportunity to ass fuck my own mother. I held her tightly as both of our orgasms subsided, both of us breathing heavily. My mother cooed softly. I held her warmly and kissed her shoulders and neck. She bucked several more times as the final throws of her cum washed over her. She was smiling, satisfied, and so was I.

"That was wonderful," I whispered in her ear. "I never felt anything like that before."

"Mmmmmm, so good," she replied with a dreamy, far-away voice. "I wanted to give you something special. So good..." 

We laid there together, tightly in each others arms, my hot breath caressing her neck. I had never felt so completely satisfied in all my life. We lay together for a long while, cuddling, kissing and petting each other. 

EPILOGUE

We had been mother and son only a few days previous, but we were lovers now, and in love. It proved to be the best of relationships. My mother had made me her man, her husband, and she honored me as such each day we were together. As she had so often in the past, she denied me nothing that she could give. 

And I honored her too, not only as the wonderful woman who bore me, but as my beloved wife, companion and true soul-mate. We never over rationalized our relationship with false morality. In fact, we lived both lives, as mother and son, and husband and wife, as naturally as we accepted each breath into our bodies. 

From that day onward, we shared the same bed, although I kept my belongs in my own bedroom in order to keep up the necessary pretenses. When my mother turned 65 I convinced her to retire soon after so that she might enjoy her life more fully. She had worked hard enough for me and as the man of the house I wanted to care for her completely. 

Never again was there anger or suspicion in our home, nor was there any regret as to the decision we made to become united as lovers. We shared everything in joy. I never longed for lovers of my own age because I new for certain that they could not compare to my lover-mother-wife. 

Most of us search all our lives for unconditional love and most of us are disappointed in the end. I was fortunate. Many would call us sick, deviant, morally bankrupt, but I know with profound certainty that there is no other on this great blue planet that would love me as she, whom I love, truly love, likewise.

THE END