4 comments/ 158058 views/ 22 favorites Those Oedipal Feelings... By: GideonW The flight took off without a hitch, and now that the lights are dimming and cabin service has ceased, even in First Class, the passengers of the flight are beginning to doze off. All except me. Although my eyes are shut, I'm too focused on the soft slurping sounds rising from the airline blanket that covers my lap. My hands stroke the figure shrouded by the blanket. I grunt softly and the blanket stirs. My mother emerges, staring at me, and licking her lips. Seeing that all is okay, she resumes her soft and gentle caress of my cock deep inside her loving mouth. The story of how my mother ended up sucking my dick miles above the midwestern United States starts many years ago. I had better hurry too... my mother is just too good at her job. --- I am what some might call a momma's boy. It is a title often bestowed to the youngest in the family, and for the first ten years of my life, I did nothing to escape it. I endured the taunts and teasings of my older siblings and would more often than not find solace in my mother's care. I can't even remember how many instances there were when after my older brother would torment me viciously I would run tears streaming into my mother's room and leap onto her bed, burying my head in the covers, waiting for her to come to the rescue. And as if on cue, she would rush to me, and rub my back in that special way that only mothers can, sending a chill down my spine and making the cares of sibling rivalry melt away. I would dry my tears and stare at her. She would always smile as I told her I loved her, (something I had been trained to do as soon as I could speak) and then she would kiss me softly, and let me hold her for as long as I needed to calm down. How many times she told me that soon I would grow too old and not love her the same way any more. I denied it fervently always, but I did not know the truth that lay in that statement... All good things come to an end, I suppose. I did grow older, and I became less dependent on my mother. I learned that to be accepted I would have to endure and sometimes even laugh off my brother's antics without my mom's help. The age-old stake that has been driven into all mother-son relationships was soon to separate us as my puberty began to set in. My siblings moved out to college, and I was all alone to deal with the new feelings and desires. For a good few years I was as rambunctious as they come, and always looking for a chance at scraping the edge off my overwhelming sexual needs. It was during this time that I began to see my mother for more than what she had been to me. Divorced from my father for almost five years, she had only recently begun to try and remold herself into a dating machine. But her body had different plans. After three children and nearly 50 years on this earth, she had developed a less than perfect physique. She was at least twenty pounds overweight, with large rounded thighs and a full ass to complement it. But what was taken away in plumpness was fully made up for in the size of her chest. Her enormous breasts measured 38D ( I had discovered this on one of my covert missions into her underwear drawer on one of my hornier nights alone.) And her exquisite chest was topped by a strikingly lovely face that would definitely not be attributed to a fifty year old. Her short dirty blonde hair ran down her face slightly, accentuating the smile that seemingly had never faded since my childhood. She was overall an average looking woman, but as any student of Frued will tell you, she was my first experience with sexual desire, and the thoughts still danced in my head. And as any student of Bible Belt penal codes will tell you, not a single sexual event ever took place. The sexual desires of my mother were soon replaced by thoughts of burgeoning breasts on my fellow female classmates. And my story remains typical of an overprotective mother and a horny young teen desperate for sex until a week before my sixteenth birthday... --- After passing my driver's permit test I had been thinking nonstop about how I was going to fund the insurance for my car. I had inherited a beat up Nissan Sentra, but to me, it was the key to freedom. If only I could find a way to scrape together the $400 to get my proof of insurance and hit the road. One night at dinner my ma and I were discussing it. "Now, Will, I know you want to start driving as soon as you pass your exam... hopefully next week when you take it, but you know that you're going to have to find a way to pay for gas and insurance," my mother lectured. "I know... I know, but I've been looking at job offers and the classifieds for months and I can't find a single place that wants to hire a 16 year old," I pleaded, hoping that maybe I could appeal to my mother's pity for my situation. "Well, what have you tried?" I thought I might have found a chink in her armor, so I pushed on, ranting and raving for at least twenty minutes. As I spoke, I noticed in between glances that my mother's thin cotton shirt was straining under the weight of her breasts and that the cold night breeze leaking into the house was causing her to become visibly "more aware." I caught myself trying to maintain an intelligent conversation with my mother about car loans and maturity, but constantly letting my mind wander to the fact that her tits were hardening and I had a front row seat. After I finished my plea, my mother stood up and walked into the kitchen, her back to me. "Well, I do know that a lot of places are uncomfortable hiring kids so young... maybe we can work something out?" She was cleaning the dishes and her voice was muffled slightly. My mind raced at the possibilities, knowing what I wanted would never escape her lips. "Maybe I can pay your insurance, until you get a job of your own. But if that were the case, I'm going to have to put a few restrictions on it." My mother explained to me that she would give me the money if she had say in when and where I used the car. I weighed the options, and only one route let me have any use of the car whatsoever. I quickly agreed and started in motion the second age of my momma's boy-dom... --- My mom now knew that she could manipulate me into being with her and doing things for her if she had something to offer. Every weekend became a battle of wits and barter as I would ask her if it was ok to go to a party and she would counter with a request of her own. At first it was subtle. I would casually suggest I was going to a friend's and she would pout slightly and claim that that was the night she had planned to make me a top of the line dinner for my good marks. But as time progressed, it became more obvious. On weekends that I had nothing to do during, I would tell my mom I wanted to go to a basketball game. This quickly prompted her to offer my twenty bucks to move some deck chairs off the deck. Five minutes of work, and so blatantly a payoff to keep me home. I almost enjoyed it. On the nights I really wanted to go out, I would not accept any payment to keep me in, although I was surprised at the height she was willing to go. But most of the time her bartering didn't sway me. I was 18, and I thought I was living the life. But my senior dragged on and the weekend engagements got fewer and fewer as my mom's ploys got more and more desperate. On one such lonely weekend, I decided to see how far she would go... It had been months since I had been on a real date with a girl from school, let alone a successful date where the night didn't leave my wanting more. And this weekend was no different. I couldn't find a single girl who even wanted to join me at the movies or dinner, and I was doomed to stay home. So I decided to make the best of the situation. "Oh, Will, I didn't know you were going out tonight. I already ordered in for two and I was just about to call the cable company to order those movie channels you wanted... they have a special price this weekend, but I always get confused talking to those people on the phone." Her offer was covered by a faint smile, and I knew I should act. "Oh, come on, Ma, this is a pretty hot date, gonna have to do better than that." I chuckled as I waited for her response. "Well," she smiled. " I also have a bottle of red wine I was saving, now I know you can't have that on your date tonight." She was walking towards the cabinet already. I told her, what the hell, I can always do it some other night. My ploy turned out very well. The dinner was delicious and I had a few glasses of the wine, as did my ma, who historically never handles her booze well. We watched a movie on TV, and I could tell she was doing her best to substitute for my blown date. She laid her head on my shoulders throughout the movie, and I wrapped my arm around her, both shivering underneath the blanket we shared. When the movie ended, I jokingly took her arm in mine, and walked her up the stairs. "Well I had a great time tonight, Will," she said as we approached her bedroom door. "Yeah, me too," I said as I glanced at my watch. "You know, it's still pretty early, might be able to call up Jess and reschedule." I was just interested in seeing her reaction. She pouted and looked at me. "Not have enough fun with your mummy tonight?" "No, I had a great time, Ma... just some things I would like to do with Jess before the night is over." "Ohhh," my mom giggled. "I see, looking for a goodnight kiss, are we?" I just smiled. "Well, your mother isn't a prude. Give her an ole peck." I was surprised to hear it but kissed her lightly on the cheek. "Now, Will, is that how you were going to kiss, Jess? You might need a few pointers." She smiled coyly. "Show me how you were going to do it." I leaned down, my mother was an inch or two shorter than me, and slowly and unsurely pressed my lips against hers. It wasn't the first time I had done it, but it was always a bit awkward before. Now I was stricken by my desire, and it felt fantastic. We stood there pressed against each other for a moment before, to my amazement, I felt my mother's lips open slightly, and her tongue press against my lips. Our mouths intertwined as we kissed, and I could smell the wine on her breath, obviously inhibiting her decisions. As she pulled away, she smiled again. "Goodnight, babe." She grazed her hand against my face and walked into her room. I stumbled into mine, tore off my pants, and felt my cock explode as I thought of my mother locked with me in a passionate embrace... --- We never really spoke of the event, and things calmed down again. I was always a shy kid, and I was reluctant to bargain with her again. The school year came to an end, and we, the departing seniors, readied ourselves for a massive bash. I was going to one of the legendary parties, and was ready myself for a night of fun and fornication. But my mother had different ideas... "Ma, seriously, this is the party event of the year. I have to go." "I don't know, Will, I don't trust these parties, I don't think you should be going. I don't trust you or any of those other people to be driving after this." "Ma..." "I have an idea," she spouted as she turned away from the dishes. "How about I throw you a party here? That way you won't have to drive!" She was glowing, and I felt my insides clench. It would hurt me to tell her no. "I don't think that'd be quite the same." "Oh come on, Will, it'll be fun! I can even buy us some liquor... you know to simulate a real party, and I'll even do my best to be ditzy like those high school girls." She had strolled beside me and was giggling now again. I knew I would have to break it to her easy. "Tell ya what, Ma. The party starts at eight. I'll stay here with you until nine, and we can have our own party, and when I get to theirs, I promise not to drink, deal?" she slouched a bit and walked away. "Whatever you want, honey..." --- The night arrived and I kept my part of the bargain. And as my mother arrived home from work, I saw she had kept hers too. A twelve back of Heineken was in her left hand and she struggled to put them up on the counter. Her smile had returned as I peeked in and she was looking incredibly lovely. She was wearing a long black skirt that went past her knees, and black stockings that hugged the plump curves of her calves and legs. She wore a white blouse, sleeveless and untucked that lay easily over her figure but barely contained her breasts, taught and firm, being supported by a bra that kept them together and lifted quite artificially for her age. The top several buttons of her blouse were undone, leaving a few of her ample cleavage even as she stood. Her hair was arranged glamorously, and a light layer of makeup accentuated her beautiful face. I was shocked at the look, so uncharacteristic of my mother, and I stumbled into the room speechless. "You like?" she asked as she twirled. "Wow, Ma, you look great," I paused. "Got a hot date tonight or something?" "Of course, silly," she walked towards me and grinned. "Tonight's our party... in case you forgot." I hadn't, and her outfit served only to remind me further. After a few minutes of niceties, my mother announced the party was on, and she grabbed the beers and walked into the basement. I found her plopped on the couch, hand extended with an opened brew. I took it from her and sipped as I sat down. I smiled at her body, half sprawled on the couch. "So, Will, what are we gonna do at our party?" "I don't know, trying to mimic the big grad bash?" I asked. "Of course," she said with a giggle. "Well they normally start off pretty tame, and then get wild." I blushed slightly at this. My ma took it in turn, and smiled as she continued to drink. We talked for at least a half an hour, polishing away the beers quite quickly. I began to realize, even through my tipsy haze, that this was just a ploy to get me drunk, so that she would have an excuse to forbid me from going to the party. I stumbled to my feet. She shot up. "Where ya going, baby?" "Well, I think it's time I head on out." "But... you said I could have until nine, it's only eight fifty." Her eyes glistened slightly. "I just think..." She leapt to her feet before I could speak. "How about if I make our party get a little wild?" She smiled. The thought caused my ears to perk up. Immediately I noticed that another button was undone on her blouse, and her skirt had ridden up severely. I felt my cock grow slightly in my pants, and shook my head. I had real action to go after tonight, I didn't need this. "Come on, hon, it'll be fun, I promise," she looked into my eyes with her hands on my chest. I could see the alcohol was mixing with her desperate desire to keep me home, and her tactics were becoming more and more effective as she stroked my chest gently. "I've seen how wild those girls can get... maybe I can imitate?" Her hands slid to her chest and unbuttoned the next button. I swallowed hard. "Well?" she asked. "You can try," I just couldn't resist. So long I had been without release, I needed her to continue. i couldn't ask her to stop. Her hands slid to the next button, and the next, keeping her shirt together but slowly undoing every last button on the blouse. With a wink of her eye, she let her hands fall to her sides and with it, came the shirt. She was wearing a black bra, thick with material that held her breasts high and together. The cleavage was enormous as I stared at her now heaving mounds of flesh. The blouse fell to the floor, and my mouth began to water. She danced above me on the couch sexily, rubbing her hands across her exposed flesh, and up the curves of her tits. She ran her fingers through her hair, and swayed above me. My cock throbbed against my pants, and I shook nervously at the sight. Her fingers slid back down behind her back, undid the hooks of her bra, and before I even realized it, her bra was on the floor as well. I nearly choked on the air as I saw her tits unveiled before my eyes. She must have been too big for her bras, because her tits collapsed against her body like a tidal wave, shaking as she released them. Her nipples were hard, pink against the harsh light of the of the basement fluorescents. She cupped them and let them fall again as she danced. Then she rubbed her thumb against the nipple sensuously. It was too much. My hand extended and grasped her left breast and squeezed the flesh molding beneath my fingers. She startled back away from me. "Will... no. You can't. I mean, looking is one thing, but I AM your mother." The words startled me as I realized what I had done. I was sick to my stomach. I got up quickly, my erection fading. I didn't care if I went to a party, I just needed to leave. "Where are you going?" She was stammering as she ran towards me. 'I... I uh just have to go... I'm sorry, ma." "No!" She was very desperate now, and tears had begun to form in her crystal blue eyes. "Please don't go, Will, please..." She collapsed on the couch and was sobbing, realizing that the dynamic had forever changed, and could never return. "I'll do anything to have you back as my little boy, please..." I sat to her comfort her, torn by emotion, and my strictly consoling act was interpreted as a raise in the stakes. She looked up at me, mascara smeared by tears, drops cascading off her face as she sobbed. "If this is what it takes to keep you here..." Her hands undid my belt and pulled my pants to my thighs. I didn't have the chance to resist before her delicate fingers entered my boxers and removed my now flaccid cock. The feel of her touch was too much to fight, and I became hard in her hand as she stroked me. She was still crying, even more so now, realizing what she was doing. I was fully stiff now, my cock throbbing at the tenseness of so long without a touch such as this. My head swole and pulsated as her gasps and sobs subsided with her lips engulfing the head of my cock. I drowned in ecstasy and forbidden pleasure as she began to move her lips up and down my cock, sucking softly, and running her tongue along the sensitive tip. Tears still filled her eyes as she sucked my cock. I tried one last time to break free from the intoxication. This was my mother sucking my cock! But it only enraged me with desire, and I bucked my hips against her swallowing throat. She was bobbing up and down faster now, licking, sucking, kissing, and stroking me into oblivion. "Oh God... ohhhh, mom... that feels so good... ughhhhh..." My mother ran her tongue along the base of my cock, swirling it across my head, then kissing the slit. My bowels churned, and my insides boiled. I was not long for this world. "God, mom... I'm cumming!" I bucked and moaned and slammed my hips into her opened mouth as my thick strands of cum glided down her throat. She inhaled the cum, sucking fervently, then licking at my shaking cock, still slurping on the twitching slug it had become. My eyes emerged from the back of my head and I felt the chill leave my body. I stared down at her. Her eyes were still wet, and she was shaking from her tears. "Will you stay home tonight?" she asked. "Yeah, Ma... I'll stay." She collapsed against my chest, crying softly again, and together, we fell asleep... --- The next morning was one of mixed feelings for both of us. My mother had left before I awoke, and when I stumbled upstairs, breakfast was prepared. My mother had an apron on and looked at me sternly, taking a seat and gesturing for me to follow. "Will, there are a few things we need to talk about." "Yeah, I sort of figured as much." I sat down and stared at my plate. I was ready to hear the lecture on taking advantage of women with a little too much alcohol in their systems. "Your graduation has gotten me thinking about how soon you'll be leaving, less than a summer away..." Was she crazy? She was talking about college now? Weren't there more important matters to be discussed? I almost shook my head trying to figure out what was happening as she spoke, and almost doubted if last night had even happened. Those Oedipal Feelings... "... what it comes down to, Will... is, well, I want you to go to school here locally." "But, Ma, we already discussed this, I'm going to California for college..." "I know that," she shifted as she spoke. "But... I want you to stay... for me... I don't want to be alone." Her lips quivered and I got out of my seat, holding her in my arms and rubbing her back. "Whatever I need to do, Will... I'll do it," she said as tears began to fill her eyes again. She swallowed hard, slipped from the seat, pressed me down on it, and began to move her lips towards me pants again. I wrapped my fingers around her chin and pulled her up. Her lips were still quivering when I placed mine against them, allowing my tongue to penetrate first, feeling her warm saliva flow into me as I sucked gently on her mouth. "You don't have to do anything, Mom." Her demeanor changed instantly. She smiled and wiped her eyes. "Just one thing I've realized, Will. I want to..." With that she kissed me again, and led me across the hall into her bedroom, my lips never leaving hers, but my knees weak as she half carried me onto the bed. The apron was long gone, and I as let my head fall back against the pillow, she pulled the tight t-shirt over her head, allowing her breasts to fall again into my sight, and surging blood through my body, stiffening my cock. She bent over me and kissed me, her tits rubbing against my chest as her hands unbuttoned my shirt and tore it open. She explored my skin with her hands, rubbing the skin with her long crimson nails. I snapped back into reality. "I love you, Mom." "I love you too, Will." I locked lips with her again, my hands lifting her massive globes, kneading the flesh beneath my fingers. I massaged her gently, then let my thumb rest upon her hard nipple, toying with it to feel her shudder against me. She arched her back in pleasure and my lips wrapped around her left breast, suckling on the nipple as I had done so many years ago, and the sheer taboo of the moment eroticized the air, both of us moaning with anticipation. I sucked softly, but with an increasing ferocity as I grew more and more hungry for her. I bit her teasingly and I felt her skin curl. I buried my face in her tits, felt them absorb me, and devoured her. My mother's hands fell to her sides and pushed the shorts off of her wide thighs, revealing her white cotton panties. The heat resonated against my crotch, and I dry humped her instinctively. She lowered her head, kissed me once again, and slid her tongue down my chest, until she stared lovingly into my eyes as her mouth and fingers pulled my pants away, and removed my bulging cock once again. She wasted no time and spared no expense as she quickly deep throated me and slurped the entire length of my cock. I was now throbbing again as she pulled away, and with two fingers, sexily pulled her panties away. My eyes grew to twice their size as I awaited my mother's pussy. It was clear she was in charge, and I knew my place. I had accepted it as I accepted my mother's love. I was her little boy, and she was going to take care of me. She smiled again, rubbing her thighs against mine, as she lowered herself onto my cock. I gasped for breath as I impaled her, her slick juices coating my cock as I slid deeper and deeper into her. "Ohhh, God, Mom, that feels so good..." "Mmm, baby, call me mommy, 'k?" She smiled as she started thrusting herself down on my cock. I was so intoxicated with pleasure, I would do anything she wanted. Her slow pushes caused her breasts to quiver and bounce. My lips closed in on them again, sucking and slurping the tanned skin as she wrapped her hands around my back, pulling me into her. I slid my hands against her plump ass, jamming her down even harder on my cock now, as we continued to pick up speed. "Ohhhh ughhhhm, Mommy... don't stop, Mommy..." The sound of mommy in the air drove my mother insane with desire and I felt her slam down her pussy against me at an amazing rate, fucking harder and faster than I could have ever imagined. Sweat poured from her face and body, and I tried desperately to match every thrust, bringing me deeper and deeper into my mother's pussy. Her tits were bouncing like crazy, and I felt my eyes roll back once again. My insides were like a white hot oven as the forged another orgasm slowly from the depths of my body into the pulsating tip of my now spewing cock. "Ahhhhhhhhh! Oh god! Mommmy!" I grunted heavily and froze, shocked by my orgasm and twitching furiously, but frozen in time. My mother felt the semen flow into her body and continued to ride my cock sending shock waves of pleasure through my body. Her orgasm was near as I felt her clamp down on my super sensitive but still hard dick. Three long thrusts that caused me to discharge a guttural noise of sheer ecstasy signaled her own end. "Oh... my... baby! Ohhhhhhh... ohh Will, oh my baby boy.... my dear God... ohhh yes..." She slung her head back several times as she rode the wave of her orgasm then crashed against me. Once again I held her head against my chest, her tits rubbing against my stomach, my cock slopping in her pussy and our bodies intertwined. After a few minutes, she moved herself off of me, ran her hand down my drenched chest and played with my dick, slopping back and forth against her gentle touch. She squeezed it softly, and whispered in my ear. "So... do we have a deal, my love?" I smiled widely, "I think we can work something out." Her hand now stroked my solid cock and as we spoke lovingly, she increased her pace and focused on my pleasure alone, listening to my soft speech and nursing my dick. I bit my lip as I struggled out more words. "I... I lov... uh... uhhh ohhhhh..." My second orgasm splashed the last of my cum against her swaying breasts and she lowered her lips onto mine in a very mother-like kiss. "G'nite baby..." She cleaned herself and the bed down, and tucked me in, only after turning out all the lights, retiring to bed herself, snuggled against me, with my arm wrapped around her. I smiled again at the dark night. --- Over the summer, our relationship blossomed. We were like two mad lovers, always desperate for each other's touch. Every morning at breakfast, my mother would prepare me a meal, and then slip under the table and deliver an incredible blowjob. I would cum in her mouth as I read the sports section. What a life... Every night we slept together, there was no need to put on any sort of show. We were the only ones left, and didn't even care if the neighbors heard us every night in the middle of our shouts of ecstasy. It was heaven. On the days where my morning blowjobs and midnight fucks were not enough, I would more often than night find my mother working in the kitchen in a sun dress that would quickly be over her waist as I pounded her against the counter. On occasion, I would mount her as she tanned and she would quickly submit, eager to please me. I was fucking my mother, and I was loving every minute of it. And although I said earlier all good things must come to an end, I must admit I was mistaken. Good things end, or change to even better things. I decided to take the scholarship in California and with a little negotiation, even had my mother leaping with excitement at my plan. --- That's the story. Just a tale of a loving mother and a guy who got lucky. Well, who remains lucky to this day. My mother is peeling her lips off my cock, and staring at me as she wipes the last of the cum into her mouth. "You promise we are going to fuck every night even when you're busy at college?" "Every night at the new house, it'll be just me and you. That is, if you don't get bored of me," I smile as I speak. "Never baby." She giggles. "But this is my first time on an airplane in so long... it would be a pity to waste the opportunity." She smiles again with that look in her eye that I can easily recognize now. "Meet me in fifteen in the bathroom..." I say. She gives me one last motherly slurp to clean me off, tucks me back into my pants, and stands. The aisles are dark and the flight attendants long since retired to the back cabin. She straightens her skirt, wipes her lips and walks to the back of the plane. I lean back in my seat, take a sip of my cranberry juice and extend my chair an extra few inches. First Class is great...