1 comments/ 30089 views/ 2 favorites Motherly Love By: vic_elor To my beloved son, I can't believe what happen last night! I feel so guilty because of it but at the same time I feel like I need more. Last night we shared the kind of love and appreciation I haven't felt in so many years. Oh, you've certainly grown! I can still remember when I was always out of breath trying to keep up with your youthful exploits. Now you make me out of breath in a way that only a man can. And that is what you are now, a man! So many mothers say that their sons will always be boys to them, well I certainly know better. I can still remember when you were a baby and I would hold you in my arms while you suckled at my breasts. Then last night it was you who was holding me in your arms and with every flick of your tongue against me and with every pinch and rub of my nipples you sent quivers of excitement through me. Oh my have things changed. You've grown up to be quite a wonderful man. I'm sure you've known how sad and lonely I've been since your father left me. Everyone purposely avoids looking at me but I know they stare when I'm not looking. They try and see if they can find why a good man like your father would leave me. They try and see what is wrong with me. Was I mean to him? Did I ignore him? Did I emasculate him? Was I unfaithful? Maybe I'm ugly under my clothes. Maybe I don't take care of myself in a way that pleased him. You know better then them now don't you? You can see that it wasn't me. I did all I could to please him. I dressed the way he wanted, I kept my hair the way he wanted, I shaved the way he wanted, I walked and talked the way he wanted but it was never enough. He never wanted me. I was just an object, a servant that kept the house clean and the kids out of his hair. You probably knew that, even back then, and you certainly see it now. You didn't grow up to be that way though. You noticed me last night. You complemented me on how neat I had kept me hair and how nice my dress showed off my figure. You didn't tell me to be quite when I spoke to you and you listened when I talked. You didn't make me drink alone, afraid to be caught doing something as horrible as enjoying a glass of wine. You encouraged me to drink if I wanted to and even drank with me. You shared stories with me and allowed me to share with you. You didn't push me away or make me work until I couldn't move anymore. You treated me with love. And that's why I fell in love with you last night. It wasn't a physical thing, not like those shallow girls you dated in school, but an emotional love. I, as a woman, fell in love with you, as a man. And that's why I begged you to come to bed with me last night. I wanted to feel you embrace. I wanted to feel you manhood fill me completely! I wanted to feel the warmth of your lips against mine. I wanted to feel you thrust into me as deep as possible before sliding out only to thrust back in again. I wanted you to whisper dirty little words into my ears. I wanted to feel you strong hands against my tender breasts as they rubbed me softly. I wanted to see your face as your manhood pulsed inside of me just before your seed flowed deep into my womb. I wanted to feel the glowing warmth inside of me as we both relaxed in each others arms. I had dreamed about a night like last night since I was a little girl and last night you gave me that night. After you left this morning I was so excited. I spent all morning going from store to store. I got a new outfit that I think you'll love and I spent two hours getting my hair done so that it would be perfect for you. I'm cooking your favorite meal and I bought us a brand new bottle of wine to share. I've got so much I want to tell you and I've even been talking with the kids next door so I can learn your slang. I want to make you as happy as you made me. I can't wait to see you again tonight; you'll be so pleased with me. Your loving and devoted mother. Motherly Love... Brad's house was my second home. Brad and I had been best buddies since high school and both found jobs at the local appliance manufacturer's plant. Brad worked in shipping and I on the clothes dryer assembly line. Life around our house was less than perfect. Mom and Dad were always squabbling about insignificant things. Pop was hitting the bottle pretty good and we did our best to stay out of his way when he got ornery. I usually sought asylum at Brad's. Brad's parents were the opposite of mine, real "Leave it to Beaver" kind of mother and father. The atmosphere in the Nelson household was one of love and happiness. Brad had a younger sister who had just turned eighteen. Sarah was cute, a freckle face redhead like her mom with a bubbly personality. Sarah was a bit of a tomboy choosing to hang out with Brad and I rather than other girls. Although we were less than two years older than Sarah she looked upon us as her heroes and tried to please us in any way she could. Brad's mother Kathy is a good-looking woman. In her early forties she still has a good figure, large breasts and slightly flared hips from childbirth with radiant red hair and iridescent green eyes. Brad and Sarah had inherited many of their mom's genes. Brad's father Stan was an area manager for a large auto exhaust chain and spent a lot of time on the road. It was a Thursday afternoon and Brad and I had finished work and were sitting in Brad's room listening to music and sharing a joint. While we were vegetating Brad's mom entered the room with some of Brad's laundry. "You better not let your father catch you smoking that." Kathy warned her son. "Do you want a toke Mrs. Nelson?" I asked. Brad looked at me terror stricken, I had just asked his mother if she wanted to smoke weed! "No thanks Gordon." Kathy politely declined. "C'mon Kathy, I bet you toked in high school?" I persisted. Brad was really confused; I was trying to get his mother to smoke up while calling her by her first name. "O.K., just a drag." Kathy Okayed. Brad sat amazed as his mother took a deep drag on the joint. It was no hard to get Kathy to take another drag and then another, holding each one in her lungs to get the maximum effect. In no time she was buzzed. As Kathy begin to mellow her body started to sway with the music. "Do a dance for us Mrs. Nelson." I urged. As Brad watched his mother transformed into a writhing seductress. Kathy was wearing a conservative housedress covered with ting green flowers. It had a high neckline and fell to below her knees but the way her hips moved beneath the smooth material was sensuous. Kathy pinched the skirt of her dress between her thumbs and index fingers and saucily raised the hem enough to reveal the hem of her slip and nylon covered legs. Brad watched in disbelief as his mother entranced us with her body. Gradually she raised her dress and slip higher and higher until her well-filled white panties were visible. She wore thigh high nylons held by an old fashion garter belt. Her long shapely legs reminded me of the Vargas girls of the sixties. "Mom!" Brad moaned in embarrassment. "Don't be such a prude Brad!" Kathy scolded flaunting her silk covered womanhood before us. Getting up to join Kathy I took her in my arms to dance. While Brad watched I slipped my hand inside his mother's panties and filled it with the soft flesh of her buttocks. I squeezed her supple ass as she begins to gyrate against me. It was a surrealistic marijuana induced world as I held my friend's mother in my arms while she grinds her womanhood against my throbbing bulge. Kathy continued her dance as my other hand went up and I slid her panties down over her generous hips. She was a natural woman and continued to push her hairy crotch against my trousers while her son watched. Letting her panties fall around her ankles I busied myself freeing my raging hard on from my pants. With her son watching Kathy's cunt consumed my cock. We fucked as we moved slowly about, a few feet in front of her son. Kathy was cock starved and her pussy mangled my cock with endless contractions and spasms. Firmly imbedded in her my hands unfastened her dress and slipped it from her shoulders. The loosen garment fell to her waist revealing her very well filled bra. The bra popped as I released the tension and carefully freed her massive breasts. Her breasts must have been 38C or D, pale white covered with a sprinkle of orange freckles. Her three inch pink aureoles were the bases of large pencil erasure shaped teats rising temptingly out. My hand cupped her huge mammary as if weighing it. Kathy's dress fell to the floor leaving her naked save for her nylon stockings and garter belt. Brad could not take his eyes off us as I fucked his mother in the dance of love. Kathy was so swallowed up in her joy she showed no reserve in fornicating n front of her son. Brad just shrunk into his chair as his mother squirmed on my cock. "Cum in me Gordie!" Kathy begged as she approached her orgasm. I grabbed my friend's mother firmly by her ass and began transferring sperm into her. "Oh yes, soak me!" she cried feeling my hot jism invading her. In three gigantic spurts my balls emptied into Kathy's womb. Kathy was flush and had to sit down after her orgasm. Exhausted she plopped down on the couch beside her son. Her legs were spread apart and my cum could be seen leaking from her freshly fucked cunt. Unexpectedly Brad's hand went down t his mother's crotch. Cautiously Brad's finger touched his mother's wet slit. Brad had confided in me that he had had fantasies about fucking his mother but thought she was far too conservative for it to ever happen. Now he was sitting with his fingers in his mother's freshly fucked pussy. "Do you want to fuck your Mommy too Bradley?" Kathy asked her son. It was Brad's moment of truth; did he have the nerve to fuck his own mother? Kathy's hand tunneled into Brad's trousers and pulled out hit cock. Her mouth went down on him to make up his mind. I could hear the slurping sound of Brad's cock being licked by Kathy's tongue. In no time Brad was hard as a rock and ready to enter his mother. "No, Bradley! You.... unggh.... you don't have to lick Mommy's pussy! Unggh! Just fuck your mother, Bradley. I now that's what you want!" Bradley didn't answer. He held his mother's pussy lips open with his fingers, allowing him to thrust his tongue deeper into her wet, fragrant hole. The fuck cream kept running out of her cuntal depths, and her clit was very fat and swollen, protruding at the top of her fur-fringed cuntslit. Bradley moved his tongue higher, proving his skill as a pussy licker as he began swabbing his mom's clit from side to side. His naked mother squealed, clutching his head with both hands. Then she urgently started thrusting and fucking her hips off the bed, urgently fucking her wet pussy onto his face. "Yes, Bradley," she cried hoarsely. "Unggh! Mommy needs sucking now! Mommy needs sucking bad! Unggh! Lick Mommy's clitty, Bradley! Oh, suck it, suck it good, make your mother cum!" Bradley kept licking and kissing, pausing to rub his face on the dense, ginger colored curls that covered her lower belly in a rich moss. Now he straightened his fingers, pushing them into the narrow clinging interior of his mother's pussy channel. Kathy shuddered as her son started jacking off her throbbing cunt, licking directly on her clit at the same time. "Suck it, Bradley! Oh, please!" Bradley took her clit between his lips. He sucked it gently but forcefully, slurping on it, at the same time pumping his fingers rapidly in and out of her cunt. Kathy felt the cum welling up deep inside of her, making her nipples and asshole tingle as the pre-orgasmic sensations violently pleasured her whole body. Then she was cumming, cumming uncontrollably, while her very own son sucked her cunt. "Eat it, Bradley! Unggh! Lick it, lick your mother! Cumming, cuummmiiinnnggg!" Kathy's throbbing pussy spasm and spewed, giving her child a mouthful of pussy juice to lick and suck up. Bradley kept sucking her clit and jacking her off, guiding her through the peak of her orgasm. It was nearly a minute before the spasms subsided. By then, Kathy had an aching need deep, deep inside her pussy that she'd never felt before. She desperately need to feel her son's fat, meaty prick pounding into her cunt as fast as he could shove it in. "You.... you can fuck your mother no, Bradley. I know that's what you really want. Go ahead, Bradley. Shove it in. Hurry!" Bradley mounted his naked mother, crawling up between her thighs with his giant, dripping cock pulsing over his stomach. Impatiently Kathy reached down, grasping the cock shaft and directing his cock knob to her pussy. She whimpered and bit her lip as she felt the meaty prick boring into her and stretching her pouty pussy lips to bursting around the invading thickness of his cock. "Unggh! Oh, you've really got a fat one, Bradley! Unggh! You're really going to have to stuff it in, aren't you? Go ahead. Unggh! Shove it up Mommy's pussy, honey. Hurry, hurry! Bradley spread his knees apart, to put his hips in the best position to hammer in his cock. Then he started stroking in and out, fucking his organ deeper into his mother with every stroke. Kathy raised her head, looking down, watching the veined cock shaft gooshing in and out of her clinging pussy. The sight was violently exciting. She started humping and wiggling her round ass, thrusting her throbbing pussy onto Bradley's huge cock. "You.... you can fuck me deeper, Bradley," she panted. "Go ahead, Bradley. Fuck Mommy's tight cunt just as deep as you can!" Bradley started stroking harder, making his mother grimace and shudder as he really started nailing his immense cock into her clinging, throbbing pussy. At last it was all the way inside her, buried to the balls in her cunt. Kathy had never felt so stuffed with hard cock in her life. Her pussy was sucking and spasm uncontrollably now, constantly nursing around the huge, belly-probing stiffness of his cock. Bradley lay motionless on top of her for several seconds. He let his elbow bend, crushing her huge tits under his descending chest. "Fuck your mother, Bradley!" The intensity of her incestuous desire becoming more apparent, Kathy cocked her legs as high as she could and locked her calves together across his back. Then she started wiggling and humping like a bitch in heat, frantically fucking her tight, wet pussy onto her own son's cock. "I said fuck me, Bradley! Mommy's awfully horny now! Fuck me, fuck me good!" Bradley pulled out, withdrawing until only the crown of his bloated, dripping hard-on distended his mother's pussy lips. He shuddered as he came down hard again, again spearing every inch of his giant fuck organ into her pussy. By then Kathy was humping like a sex-starved machine, her huge tit mounds bouncing and quivering as she piston her pussy onto her son's prick. Bradley met his mother's rhythm, slamming his cock deeply into her buttery, sucking cunt. "That's right, Bradley! Unggh! Oh, shit, do it harder, fuck Mommy's cunt as hard as you can!" Kathy wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hugging him tight, gasping and squealing as her pussy spasm uncontrollably around his big cock. "Fuck me, Bradley! Fuck me!" Bradley panted on her shoulder, and then he started fucking his mother as hard as he could. Relentlessly he worked his hips between her thighs, grunting as he rammed his giant, arrow-like prick into the gooey depths of her sucking pussy. Already the horny mother could feel the second series of spasms welling up in her loins, making her ravished, cock-filled fuck hole suck even tighter around Bradley's prick. "Mommy's cumming again, honey! Fuck your mother, fuck your horny mother! Unggh! Cumming, Bradley! I'm cuummmiiinnnggg!" Her pussy burst lusciously into orgasm, oozing out fuck cream, the narrow pink walls gripping and contracting around her son's tremendously huge cock. Bradley collapsed on top of her, ramming his cock in to the hilt. Then the second load of cum cream gushed out of his prick. Kathy felt it spraying and spewing, erupting deep inside her pussy, deluging her womb with a hot, soothing load of jizz. Hornily she flexed her fucking muscles around the erupting cock shaft, helping her child drain the reservoir in his balls completely in her pussy. But she could already feel her guilt, shame and disgust returning now that she'd succumbed to the craving to give her pussy to her own son. This would be the first time, she thought, and also the last. She simply couldn't live with herself if she continued to relieve her own son's cock every time it got achey and stiff. "You boys are to tell no one what happened here today!" Mrs. Nelson warned. "No Mom." Brad promised. I smiled knowing we had pussy whenever we wanted it! Motherly Love Hey Readers, I'm the Illuminaughty. Most of the readers won't know who I am, I'm just a writer like everyone else, but I usually write gay and trans stuff, so forgive me if I'm a little out of my element. In any case, I was on this incest blog and I was inspired. So this came out. Comment and tell me what you think. Hope you like it. ***** Chase pulled up the chair to Josh's desk. Josh was in the big chair, starting up his laptop. Josh did the usual checking Facebook and he read his emails as Chase idled on his phone. "So what did you want to show me?" Chase said. Josh pulled up a porn video, entitled "Me in my Mom's Pussy." There was this pregnant woman, older, and a young guy, maybe just a few years older than Chase, who was twenty. "It's really hot, though you wouldn't know." Josh laughed, stroking his cock over his athletic shorts. "Hey, Fuck you, I'm straighter than a ruler." said Chase. "You know why it's hot?" Josh asked. "Oh, I don't know, because that dick is bigger than yours'll ever be, because she has tits the size of basketballs, because her ass is like two moons?" Chase said. "No, because she looks like your mom." Josh said. Chase knew Josh thought his mom was a total milf, and he could see the similarity; big tits, brown shoulder length hair, piercing blue eyes... but it was his mother. "Oh, God, Josh. You're disgusting." Chase said. "What? Your mom is a total hottie." It was true, she was gorgeous, still not elderly, at 40, she kept herself in really good shape, she was sweet and she dressed like the kind of woman who's still got it. But Chase knew that seeing that kind of beauty in his mother was just plain crazy, not to mention incredibly weird. "Dude, that's gross, she's my mom." Chase said. "Whatever. Just watch the porno." Josh laughed, taking his dick out. Chase followed soon after, they were both straight, but neither of them saw anything gay about enjoying a video at the same time. Chase did dwarf Josh in size, though, which helped how he thought about it. ------- Chase's POV ------- I drove home, torn. Josh and I had done that many times, but this was different. I mean, she looked like my mom. She even talked a little like her. And I was totally turned on by this video, but she popped into my head more than once. Could I really think of my mom that way? I mean, I knew my mom was pretty, but this... I pulled my Infiniti Q50 into the driveway, up the light brick path to the garage, opening it with a button press and parking inside. I walked into the house. It was nice, no question about that, but this was not a town for the "economically disadvantaged." New England's full of houses like mine. I collapsed on the couch and turned on ABC. After a few minutes, my mom walked in. "Hey, honey. What's up? How was Josh's house?" she asked. "Oh, it was good. We played some Forza, shot some hoops, basic stuff." I found myself looking down her very low cut V neck blouse as she put the laundry on the floor. I shuddered a little, and Mom didn't notice. She sat down on the couch and started folding clothes, and I was occasionally stealing glances at her breasts. I saw some metal thing between them that I couldn't stop looking at. "Son, what are you looking at?" my mom said. I snapped out of my focus, and said, "Mom, you got something right... there..." I gestured awkwardly to the center of my abdomen, squarely at the bottom end of my sternum, to show her. "Oh, I'm so embarrased!" she laughed a little. "The wire's always been bad on this one." She reached a hand under her shirt, but after some struggling, gave up on that, asking me, "Son, do you mind?" I knew what she was insinuating. "No, not at all." I said, pulling the laundry basket over and folding some of the clothes myself. But I ended up looking, as she took her shirt off and tried to fix it. But she gave up on that front, too, picking up a bra from the basket, turning around, and putting that one on. I thought nothing of it. I kept on folding clothes, trying to pay attention to some show so as to not stare at my mother. Suddenly I picked up this bra, followed by the panties that went with them. It was lingerie, of course, a bright blue set that had practically see through fabric on the breasts and only a waist and an inch-thick stripe of fabric for the panties. "Mom, that's some frisky dress you got." I said, laughing. Her eyes widened, grabbing the pieces from me. "Chase Monroe!" she said, almost angry but unable to hold back a burst of laughter. "Oh, come on, do I really have to tell you why I have these?" I saw a chance, chuckling and saying, reluctantly, "Oh, please, mother, educate me." "Well, Chase, when two people like each other very much..." She burst out laughing, saying as she came back, "Oh, your father likes them." I was surprised. "Likes? Come on, that's gross, Mom!" I was giggling. "Oh, fine, liked." said my mother. We let it go, watching Wife Swappers or some other crap until she left. A few hours later, she called my name from her room. I walked in, shocked to see her standing facing away from me, looking out the window, in nothing but that lingerie I had found. "I've seen what you've been doing. You thought I wouldn't notice my own son checking me out, time and time again, especially after it'd been happening for weeks?" I was shocked, protesting. "Mom-" She interrupted me. "You're gonna get what you want." she said. "What?" I responded, dumbfounded. "Exactly what you think. Hurry before I change my mind, or your father comes home." I stripped down as fast as I could and lay on the bed. She approached me, straddling my body and kissing me. My mother... was kissing me. I pulled her bra off the way Dad had instructed me to once before. Funny how those tips come in handy. Her huge breasts were released, hanging down now. My massive hard-on almost touched her taut stomach. I pulled down that thong, squeezing Mom's ass cheeks. "Chase..." she said, in a quiet, sexy whisper. "Hailey..." I said. She shook her head. "I prefer 'Mom', thanks much." She smiled. My mother sunk back, running her hands down my muscular chest and down my defined abs, finally grabbing my cock, which was 10" and thicker than most of my exes' wrists. And I was uncut, for which I had my parents to thank. "You didn't tell me you shaved down here." She said, smiling. "Never had a reason to tell you that, Mom." She nodded. "You're bigger than your father, you know." my mother said. "Oh, mom, did you really just?" I grinned. "Sorry, just thought I'd express that before I did this..." she said, putting my cock in her mouth and swallowing it completely, I looked down in shock as my cock felt a gigantic wave of pleasure, so much that it made me jolt. "Oh my god, Mom!" I gritted my teeth, holding my orgasm back. "Hey, I've had some practice." She said, retreating. No girl'd ever been able to swallow the whole thing, let alone in one shot. I pulled her towards me, flipping her around and pulling her pussy on to my mouth as she leaned forward and started sucking again. Finally, I couldn't take it any more, pulling her off me as she took the hint, getting on all fours. "Oh, fuck, Chase, I told you were bigger than your father." she said as I entered her. "Sorry." I said, pushing slowly. It went in without too much worry, there was definitely lube involved. Slowly, I made progress, with much moaning from the other end. "Oh... fuck..." She'd say. "You like that?" I said, pushing a little harder, a little faster. "Yes... more..." she moaned. Soon enough, I started thrusting. Moans turned into squeals, and I'd grunt or gasp when she came back hard on to my shaft. Faster and faster I went, pumping in and out like a racehorse. "Oh, baby, I'm gonna cum!" my mother said. And, sure enough, three seconds later I felt a gush of fluids on my cock as her cunt tightened around my cock. "I'm not done yet." I said, menacingly, pumping harder than ever. I may not have been done, but I was going to be soon, my cock hardening too much, spasming as I thrusted. Mom felt this, saying "Oh, maybe you shouldn't..." I started cumming. "Shouldn't what?" I asked, my cock spewing loads into her pussy. "Never mind... Fill me up with your cum..." she said, exhausted. "As you wish, Mom." I said, pushing my cock all the way in and staying there until I finally finished. --------- 2 Weeks later, Hailey's POV --------- "Do you have to?" Chase said. We'd been fucking constantly, almost every day that his dad wasn't home. I was hungry for his cock constantly... The things a mother will do for her children, right? "Yes I have to. I took a test the other day." "What do you mean?" Chase asked. I pulled the stick from my night table drawer. The lines signified that I was pregnant. I showed it to him. "Oh, that kind of test." Chase said, a little shocked. "Now you understand why I have to screw your dad, right?" I asked. He shook his head, and I smacked my forehead with my palm. "Oh, you have to make him think it's his." Chase said, putting it all together. "Exactly." I said. We were in my room, on the bed, naked after a quickie. "When are you going to..." Chase trailed off. "Tonight." I said. -------- Jackson Monroe parked his BMW M5 outside of the house. He walked up to the front door, opening it. I heard him make his way in to the living room, and greeting Chase. I could just make out what Chase was saying, as we'd rehearsed, "Hey, dad, Mom says she wants to see you upstairs." I smiled. He was a smart kid. "Alright, hope I'm not in too much trouble." my husband said with a chuckle. Trouble, no. He was, however, getting himself into something. He walked up the stairs, and up to our door. He knocked, and I told him to come in. He was surprised by what he saw, though I couldn't imagine it was a bad kind of surprise. I was totally naked, and as he stood there in shock I got up, walked over to him, and ripped his shirt off. "Put a baby in me." I whispered into his ear, grinning when my face was out of view. He kissed me, and I did kiss him back, but not with the gusto I had in past years. But he didn't seem to notice. He pulled away and said, "Are you sure?" Hell yeah, I was sure that this was definitely good. "Fuck yeah, I'm sure." I unbuttoned his pants, and he pulled them down and stripped the rest of his clothes, eager to please. Jackson Monroe was certainly a good specimen for his age, very fit and still retaining his 20s libido. Jackie was the best thing that happened to me... until Chase... He lay down on the bed, waiting for me. I straddled his legs, sucking his cock. I wasn't lying when I said Chase was bigger, my husband barely broke 7" and was only as thick as the inside of a toilet paper roll. But he certainly wasn't anything to frown at. Jackson moaned softly as I licked his cut cock up and down, around and around his member. While doing it, I longed for the feeling of foreskin around the head like Chase had, and that width that made my jaw drop. But I powered through. "Oh, baby..." Jackson said. I got up and moved forward, kneeling, my pussy just above his rock hard cock. "Let me ride you like the horse you are." I said, and he chuckled and nodded. I sat on his dick, it going all the way into my pussy. I shouldn't've been able to do that, but my hole was now used to something 3 inches longer and several inches wider. "Holy shit, babe." Jackson was surprised. "Just been practicing." I said with a grin. I started riding him, not holding back as his cock steadily got harder within me. I went faster and faster, not really to please him or myself, just to get this over with. "Oh, Hailey, hon, I'm gonna cum..." he said, and I pulled him up and lay down so he could shoot his load down into my pussy. "Yes, baby, fill me with your sperm..." I said, moaning. One faked orgasm later, I left him exhausted on the bed, and he was out cold. I walked fully naked over to Chase's room, and he perked up when he saw me. God, he really loved this, didn't he? "Is it done?" he asked. "Yeah. I'm going to wash up, okay?" I said, and Chase nodded. I walked past his bed to his private bathroom, walking in to the shower. After ten minutes of attempts, I think I flushed most of his semen out. ------- Chase's POV ------- I sat in bed, reading. But as I read the pages, all I could think about was Mom in my shower, fully naked... And within a minute of giving in to my urges, I walked into my bathroom fully nude, and stepped in to the shower. She didn't notice me until I knelt down behind her, and she shuddered a little when I grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them, but she leaned forward and braced herself on the wall when she felt my hair, of which my father had relatively little, on her cheeks. "All cleaned up?" I said, my nose between her ass cheeks. "I think I got it all- Oh, fuck!" she said as I licked the bottom of her pussy- "Out." She breathed heavily. "Good." I said. She stepped back and leaned over further to expose herself more to me. I went over her sweet pussy a few times before eventually working my way up her perineum with a few licks, graduating to her asshole. She shuddered, moaning and breathing heavier. "Chase, I'm not even used to your father in there..." I retracted, then I said, "Well, enough massaging and you'll be more than prepared for him." I chuckled a little, rimming my mom more. "Oh... But..." she said between moans. But she stopped protesting. I could see her wince as I put a finger in, and half collapse as I put a second then third. "Chase!" she said. "It hurts..." I tried going a little softer on her, more massaging. "Oh..." she said, calming down. After almost an hour of coaxing and stretching, I stood up behind her, grabbing her waist and teasing her asshole with my hidden member. "God, am I ever glad we never circumcised you..." she said, moaning. I pushed the head slowly in, until she eventually had taken the tip. I pushed in another inch, and she backed up on me, after which I instinctively backed up so she didn't take more. She repositioned herself, turning her head. "Please, go further..." She said. "But Mom, are you sure?" I asked. She nodded hastily. "Fuck me, do that for your mother, ravage your pregnant mom's ass..." she begged. "Alright, but you asked for it..." I said, thrusting hard into her. She squealed, obviously in pain, but said, "Oh, please, more..." I kept going, only much slower. She was certainly relieved. I slowly thrusted in and out, in and out. I built up the rhythm, speeding up gradually. After enough pumping, I was going in and out just as fast as I did with her pussy. She was moaning, loud, clear moans... Damn, my mother was hot. ***** Author's Note I hope you liked it, tell me what you think in the comment section. There'll be a chapter or two more, I have a storyline that I haven't quite developed fully. Don't forget to favorite, like, praise, whatever it is, my story! And anticipate the next chapter. Motherly Love - A Love Story I'm Mark, an 18-year old student. I live with my widowed mother in a big, rambling house overlooking Blackheath Common in South London. We've lived here since I was four, when Gramps and Grandma moved to a retirement cottage on the South coast. The place has been in the family for generations; one of Mum's ancestors, a celebrated Victorian artist, bought it. It's worth an absolute fortune, and the sensible thing would be to sell it and move somewhere smaller, more modern and easier to heat, but Mum and I love the place too much for that. Mum works as a commercial artist. Dad died when I was 11, I think from a drugs overdose. Mum was a bit of a pothead at that time too, but she's not touched a drug, not even alcohol or tobacco, since then. She's never had another man since Dad died either. I couldn't understand that: she's still young -- she was only 19 when I was born -- and I think she's quite beautiful, with a sort of pre-Raphaelite beauty. She's tall and slim with long chestnut hair, an aristocratic face with arched eyebrows, bright hazel eyes, high cheekbones, a slim nose and full red lips. She never wears make-up, she doesn't need to. She dresses down -- long skirts, and dark colours -- but even so, I don't know any women who I think can match her looks. We've always been very close. I once asked her why she didn't have a boyfriend. She put her arm round me, hugging me to her, and said, "I already have one sweet man in my life, and he's all I need for happiness." I suppose I'm not really in any position to talk. I've never had a serious girlfriend, and none at all since I was 16. I have friends, male and female, at college, but nobody special. I spend most of my spare time tinkering with electronic stuff -- computers fascinate me -- or with Mum, whether just enjoying TV or music, going to the theatre, or taking a stroll on Blackheath. I also like exploring the house. With just the two of us there are rooms we haven't used for years, which we keep closed to reduce the heating bills, but they're full of old furniture, even clothes left by the previous occupants of our home. One of my favourite spots is the huge attic that runs the length of the house. It's a real treasure trove of our family's history, full of the sort of junk that tends to be sold in flea markets described as 'bric-a-brac'. Even my first rocking horse is up there. It's a warm, dry, quiet place where I occasionally go to just lie on a slightly moth-eaten old mattress and let my mind wander wherever it chooses. One evening recently I was in the attic, poking around some of the most distant, undisturbed corners to see if there was anything interesting I'd missed over the years. There's a weak electric bulb fitted into the rafters, but I had a torch with me to be on the safe side. As I flashed the beam across one particular nook something caught my eye. I ran the torch back slowly, and saw a gilt picture frame, holding a dark, grimy portrait. I'd never seen if before, and decided to investigate it. There were a couple of mouldy cardboard boxes in front of it, and I started to drag one of them out of the way. It burst, spilling several spools of film onto the floor boards. Seeing those, I quickly lost interest in the painting. A vague memory -- completely forgotten until that moment -- had popped into my head, of my father filming me when I was a little boy at the seaside. I thought these must be those films. There were about 20 in all. I thought I would love to see them, and imagined Mum probably would too. I remembered seeing an advert in the local paper -- something like 'preserve your film memories for ever'. It was one of those display ads which appear week after week, and was for a service transferring film onto video tapes. So, a few days later, when Mum was out of the house, I trailed up and down our several flights of stairs with armfuls of films, loading them into my battered old Mini Cooper. Then I drove across South London to the business address of the advertiser. It was a tiny photo shop, with barely any space to move between cameras, displays of film, faded posters of toothy blondes in garish bikinis, and the counter. A bell attached to the door rang when I entered with one of the film spools, and a slightly seedy looking bloke aged about 40 came through from an office at the back. He took the spool from me and held if up to the light, peering at a portion of the film. The price he quoted seemed reasonable, so I agreed. I had to wait two weeks before he 'phoned me to say my tapes were ready. Excitedly I drove over to his shop again and he greeted me with a cheery grin. "I've put the family stuff on this one" -- he handed me a tape -- "and the, er, other stuff on this one." He leered as he said that, and his smile widened further as he saw the look of bewilderment on my face. "Oh, you haven't seen them then? Well, aren't you in for a surprise! I should have charged you extra for that one." I handed over his cash and hurried out of his grubby little shop as quickly as possible, still perplexed by his comments. I felt quite excited that evening as I slid the first tape into the player in my bedroom. I'd decided to watch the family stuff first, not knowing what was on the 'other' tape. The first thing I saw was my third birthday party: Grandma helping me to blow out the candles on my cake, lots of laughing children I didn't recognise, Mum hugging me, a happy family occasion. There were quite a lot of seaside scenes -- Mum paddling with me, me riding a donkey, me fishing in a rock pool, Dad swinging me above his head...that last one was a bit shaky, suggesting Mum was less familiar with the camera than Dad. There was no sound on the films, but my mind filled that in to match the pictures. Each scene was quite short, but they made me feel happy with nostalgia and sad at the same time. Even though I hadn't been a small child when Dad had died, my memory of him was a bit hazy, and Mum looked so happy as she smiled into his camera. It was quite late into the night when, mildly intrigued, I slipped the second tape into the player. Within seconds I was wide awake and sitting bolt upright in bed. The opening shot was of a woman's naked bottom, round and dimpled. It slowly swayed away from the camera, towards an old bed -- the one in Mum's room! Dad was lying on the bed, completely nude and clearly in a state of high sexual arousal. I saw the woman's face in quarter profile, and confirmed it was a much younger version of my mother. As I watched open-mouthed she straddled Dad and began riding him, as he reached up and clasped her breasts in his hands. Mum ground slowly up and down on him, her head rolling around, then gradually increased her pace until she was bouncing wildly up and down on Dad's cock. As she pitched forward to lay full length on top of him the scene ended. I sat in the darkness in a state of shock. I couldn't believe that I was watching pornographic images of my parents. The camera was in a fixed position, so I assumed they were doing the filming themselves. Before I could react further the next scene started. This one showed Mum giving Dad a blow job. It was filmed in extreme close-up, just Mum's face, Dad's cock and his balls. I couldn't stop my mind creating sounds for the images: not laughing children and the lapping sea this time, but Mum and Dad moaning with lust, and slurping sounds as her lips slid up and down his prick. I was watching the tape in horrified fascination now: I couldn't have turned it off to save my life. The third film was a detailed study of Mum, as she lay naked on their bed. Her happy smiling face, the eyes slightly unfocused, as if she'd just been smoking a joint; her small, plump boobs, the reddish brown nipples erect; the pale, slightly goose-pimpled skin of her body; the inward curve of her waist, flaring out to her hips; her pubic bone, entirely shaved of hair; her slim thighs. As I watched, Mum parted her thighs and raised her hips towards the camera, displaying the puckered pink lips of her vagina. Her hand appeared and one of her fingers extended, pressing between her lips and beginning to stir around...I ejaculated as that film ended. Without even realising I was doing it, I had tossed off watching my mother's lewd display of her naked body! There were several more sex scenes before the film ended, all but one featuring Mum and Dad. The other one showed Dad energetically fucking a plump young girl with long blonde hair, who seemed to be screaming with laughter. With shock, I realised I vaguely remembered her -- she was Danish, and had been an au pair with us for about six months, then had suddenly left. The camera was in a fixed position again, and I wondered whether Mum knew Dad had screwed the girl, and filmed himself doing it. When the tape ended I guiltily hid it in a shoebox at the back of my wardrobe. I didn't sleep well that night, and the next morning, when I went down to breakfast, the moment I saw Mum I felt my face turn scarlet with embarrassment. I couldn't look her in the eyes, and stared into my cereal bowl. She clearly realised something was wrong, and asked me a couple of times if I was okay. As she was about to leave for work she looked with concern into my face, brushed a strand of hair from my forehead, and said, "You don't look very well darling -- perhaps you should give college a miss today." I did go to college, but I had the greatest trouble concentrating. Every time I let my attention slip I saw Mum's finger sliding into her pussy, her lovely breasts, her sweet face -- only her face was not that of the young girl on the tape, but Mum as she looks now. As soon as I saw Mum that evening I blushed again. She was wearing one of my favourites of her dresses, a figure-hugging black velvet sleeveless one with quite a low neckline. I gulped as I felt my cock stiffen at the sight of her. At dinner Mum tried with increasing desperation to ignore my mood and start conversations, but I simply gave monosyllabic answers to anything she said which required a response. I just couldn't look at her without shame for what I was feeling for her. Shortly after dinner, I excused myself, mumbling something about a heavy day at college, and slunk up to my bedroom, trying to ignore the hurt look in Mum's eyes. That made me feel even worse, as I hate upsetting her. In my room I managed to wait for about 20 minutes before I could no longer resist pulling out that video tape and turning it on. I fast forwarded it until I got to the study of Mum and, as her succulent lips blew a kiss at the camera I guiltily pushed my jeans and underpants down my legs. The camera was just passing across the image of Mum's navel when the door of my bedroom opened softly and, framed by the hall light, there stood the lady herself! I was mortified. Not noticing at first what I was doing, she started, "Mark, darling, if I've done something to...oh Mark baby, I'm sorry, I did knock." Her eyes were fixed on my hand, curled around my dick. She was about to withdraw in embarrassment when her gaze shifted to the TV screen and she stopped dead. I scrabbled at the remote control of the video, trying to switch it off, but instead I froze it -- on the image of Mum's pussy, thrust towards the camera. I prayed she would think it was just a general porn tape, and that she wouldn't recognise it, but how could she not? Wishing I could shrivel up and die on the spot, tears of shame forming in my eyes, I blurted, "Mum, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...I thought they were just holiday films...I wanted to surprise you...I mean..." Her eyes still fixed on the screen, she sat beside me on the bed. She said nothing for about 10 seconds, and I hardly breathed. Then she turned her head and smiled at me, and said, "That's all right darling, I'm not angry, really I'm not. I understand. It's really quite flattering that you find your old Mum so attractive -- at least, the way I used to look." Without thinking, I said, "Mum, you're so beautiful, much more beautiful now than you were then." She drew her head back and looked at me quizzically. Despite the awful situation she'd found me in there seemed to be something almost playful in her eyes. She said, "Oh darling, I don't really -- do I?" I nodded. "Yes, I think you're lovely. You were pretty when you were young, but you were a girl. You're face looked, I don't know, bland, undeveloped. Now you've got the face of a beautiful mature woman. I don't know anyone more beautiful than you are now." She smiled, and the little laughter lines around her eyes -- which I loved -- crinkled. She put an arm around my shoulders and pressed her cheek to mine. "Oh darling, thank you." We sat like that for a moment, then she said, quietly, "You know Mark, you've grown into a very handsome young man. So like your father..." I gasped in shock and I felt her hand brush my own off my prick -- I'd been so shaken that I hadn't even thought to put it away! A moment later I shuddered as her long, warm fingers closed around my shaft. She softly stroked them up and down me, and whispered, "So very like your daddy -- perhaps even a little bigger if anything." My eyes closed, and my breath began to come in ragged gasps. My mother was the first female to touch my manhood since I had learned to dress and bath myself. I couldn't remember it ever feeling so stiff. Her cheek still pressed against mine, Mum said, in a sort of dreamy voice, "I'd like to kiss it. May I?" Unable to speak, I nodded. I felt the warmth of her face separate from mine and, a moment later, a quite incredible sensation engulfed me as her lips closed around the tip of my cock and slid down the shaft. As the most exquisite feelings rippled through me I stared down in disbelief at Mum's chestnut hair splayed out across my bare thighs, then up at the TV screen, and the image of her pussy rearing up at me. As Mum's tongue twirled around my knob I knew I wouldn't last long. I wanted to touch her intimately, but I was scared. Hesitantly I slid a hand down inside the back of her dress, and rested it on her warm, silky back. She arched her back slightly, pressing it against my hand as I massaged her soft skin with my palm. I gently scratched her back with my fingernails and she moaned in appreciation, and started to pump her lips up and down my cock, her tongue grazing the underside. Moments later my hips jerked several times, and I came into my mother's mouth. She continued to lick and suck me for maybe another minute, lovingly stroking my inner thigh with her fingertips. Then she sat up and hugged me to her. She kissed my cheek and whispered, "Thank you. Goodnight my darling." Then she walked to my bedroom door, turned and blew me a kiss, and closed the door behind her. The following morning I lay in bed half wondering whether it had been a particularly vivid dream. I went down to breakfast nervously, not sure what Mum would say about what had happened. That it was a mistake that we must forget? That it had all been my fault, for intruding on the privacy of her relationship with Dad? That she wanted me to skip college that day so we could stay home screwing each other's brains out? In fact, she didn't refer to it at all. When I entered the kitchen she said, "Good morning darling", and gave me a big hug and a peck on the lips, which was unusual. The only other unusual thing was that, when I called her Mum the first time that day she said, "Sweetheart, I think it'd be nice if you called me Angie from now on, don't you?" I cupped my hand over hers and told her I'd like that very much. All through breakfast it seemed to me that the air was crackling with sexual tension, but Mum, sorry, Angie didn't seem to notice. All day I thought about her, and wondered what would happen that evening. I was far too nervous to make a move, so it would depend entirely on how Angie felt. The evening passed completely normally. Angie was wearing black jeans and a dark plaid lumberjack type shirt. She was perhaps a little bit more affectionate than normal, giving me several hugs, kissing my cheek a number of times, stroking my hair...maybe she was testing the water, waiting to see if I would take the lead. By the time I went to bed my whole body was tingling, and I thought I would need to spend hours wanking before I could relax enough to get to sleep. In fact I'd only just slipped beneath my bedclothes when there was a soft tap on the door and Angie entered. She sat on the bed beside me and, with a smile, stroked my fringe from my forehead. Then, as I passively watched, she pulled the bedclothes down to my thighs. Gazing at my groin, she said, "You know darling, you really do have a very beautiful prick. And lovely big, hairy balls." Despite what had happened between us I felt momentarily startled to hear my mother say such things. A moment later, though, the only thing I felt was a surge of joy as her mouth once again closed over my cock. She tickled her fingertips across my stomach and I shuddered with the wonderful feelings I was experiencing. I was determined to be bolder tonight, and I reached under her body and lightly cupped a hand around one of her breasts, outside her shirt. Without breaking contact with my cock -- she was stroking her tongue up and down it, inside her mouth -- she took my hand and lifted it from her tit. I thought for a moment I'd somehow broken the rules, but in fact she slid my hand inside the shirt and curled my fingers around her naked flesh. I gently squeezed it, and felt the nipple stiffen against my palm. I fought with all my strength to hold off my orgasm, but after a couple of minutes I spurted again into Angie's mouth. As before, she continued to caress me with her mouth for a minute or so before lying full length beside me on the bed, her forehead pressed against my cheek. Softly she whispered, "Do you love me baby?" I couldn't believe she would ask that; I suppose she just needed to hear it. I hugged her tightly to me, and said, "Oh Mu...Angie, I love you so much, I think you're incredible." She gave me a warm smile, and pressed her lips to my cheek. "And I love you too my darling." Then she kissed me on the mouth, a lingering kiss with our mouths closed, but just for a second I felt her tongue flick along my lips. I thought maybe we would go further there and then, but Angie stood up, tucked me in, and leaned forward to kiss me on the forehead. She whispered, "I'll see you tomorrow baby, sleep tight", and left my room. I didn't have a lecture at college the following morning, so I lay in bed until after Angie had gone to work, listening to her bustling around the kitchen singing happily to herself. In the evening, when I got home, she greeted me at the front door with a kiss and an arm around my hips. She was dressed more brightly than I had ever seen her, in a red vest top with bootlace straps over her shoulders, and a short white skirt which ended halfway down her thighs. Her nipples made little wrinkles in the vest. The sight of her took my breath away, and I told her I thought she looked stunning. She bumped her hip against mine and giggled, "Do you really think so sweetie? Perhaps I'll have to dress like this more often -- for you." She had prepared a lovely dinner, but took me by surprise when she produced a bottle of white wine. She laughed at the look of shock on my face. "It's all right darling, a couple of glasses of cheap plonk won't do us any harm. The world's coming to something if a girl can't enjoy a bit of fizz with her sweet, lovely boyfriend." Even though she'd said it laughingly, her use or the word 'boyfriend', and the way she was dressed, had fired my imagination almost to overload, and I said a silent prayer that tonight perhaps Angie would do more than just suck my dick. As she sipped her wine, she closed her eyes and let her head roll back in pleasure. She murmured, "God, I'd forgotten how much I used to enjoy this stuff. Your daddy used to call it Angie's aphrodisiac." Motherly Love - A Love Story I rarely drank alcohol, and although the wine wasn't that strong it left me feeling rather light-headed. By the time Angie and I sat side by side on the couch, after all the hints she'd been dropping, I felt I'd explode if something didn't happen. She'd put on one of my favourite records, and we sat close together. I felt a spark of electricity run through my body as Angie held my hand, interlacing her fingers with mine. Her bare legs and feet were splayed out before her. I'd never really seen them before, and I thought they were lovely -- long, slim and pale. She noticed me staring and asked teasingly, "Do you like my legs, darling?" I told her I thought they were as beautiful as the rest of her. She giggled and rested her head on my shoulder, then whispered, "Well, you'd know, wouldn't you." She slipped an arm around my neck. "Isn't this nice?" she whispered as her fingers played with my hair. I nodded, having trouble finding my voice. I felt Angie's nose nuzzle my neck, then she said, "Are you happy, my love?" She was now stroking the back of my ear with one finger. I managed to say, "I've never been happier. I just want to make you happy Angie -- are you?" She nodded, and whispered, "Mmm, happier than I've been in a very, very long time." She paused, then murmured, "Mark darling, would you like us to make love tonight? I mean, all the way?" I had prayed we would get to this point, yet when it came it still left me totally stunned. I was surprised by the huskiness of my voice when I replied, "Oh God Angie, yes, I really would. Please." She chuckled. "Good. Because I think I've fallen in love with you." I felt my cock jerk as Angie took my chin in her hand, turned my face towards hers and kissed me, her tongue slipping between my lips. She raised one of her legs, and I felt her knee rubbing my groin. Instinctively I dropped a hand onto her soft, smooth leg, and stroked it upwards. When I reached the gusset of her knickers, I asked, "Can I..." She chuckled. "Of course you can, lover." I slipped my hand up the leg of the panties and, like a homing pigeon, my middle finger found and slipped into her hole. She gasped, "Oh God, it's been too long." Then I felt her hands reaching for the belt of my jeans. She quickly undid them, and I lifted my bum for a moment as she slid jeans and pants down around my thighs. Then she slipped the straps of her vest down and off her arms and pushed it down around her waist, giving me full access to her breasts. We continued to kiss, with increasing passion, while I stroked her breasts with my spare hand and she pumped one of her hands up and down my cock. Breaking the kiss I dropped my head to one of Angie's breasts, taking it into my mouth, flicking my tongue across her nipple. Suddenly, without any prior warning, I felt my cock jerk in her hand, and a stream of jizz splattered onto her wrist and her skirt. I immediately felt as if I'd messed everything up. I cried, "Oh Angie, I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." She shook her head, placing a finger across my lips to silence me. "It's okay honey, really, it's fine. Come on, let's go to bed now." She took my hand, eased me to my feet, and led the way upstairs, as I followed dazedly. We walked past my room to Angie's, with the big old double bed which had featured in so many of the films she'd made with Dad. I stood like a mannequin as Angie tenderly undressed me. Then she pressed me gently back onto her cool white cotton sheet. Then she undressed for me, slowly, sexily, like a stripper, pouting at me as she did so. Finally I saw her naked body in reality for the first time. It looked little different from the images on the tape: her breasts were just as pert, her stomach just as flat -- she'd lost a few pounds over the years if anything. The only real change was that her mons venus was now covered by a carpet of closely-trimmed dark hair. Angie joined me in the bed and for a few minutes we cuddled and kissed. I had never held a naked woman before, and I trembled with the emotion of it. Her skin felt so soft and warm, and she seemed so fragile in my arms. Then Angie leaned up on one elbow and gently massaged my chest and stomach with the flat of her hand, whispering loving words to me. After a few minutes, when I had relaxed a bit, she lay on top of me, her breasts cushioned against my chest. Kissing my chin, she murmured, "Mark, this will be your first time, won't it?" I nodded, feeling unaccountably embarrassed by the admission. She kissed my chin again and whispered, "That's fine baby, don't worry about it, don't think too hard about what you're doing and it will just happen." She kissed me deeply and her fingertips stroked along my cock. Then she lay on her back and eased my body between her legs. She manoeuvred the tip of my prick to the edge of her slit, then her hands lightly grasped my buttocks, her fingernails digging gently into my flesh. With a nervous smile, she whispered, "When you're ready, lover." I eased my hips forward and she gave a small gasp as my cock slipped between her lips. It felt like entering an envelope made of the finest, softest velvet. Once I was inside her, it felt as if she was on fire for me, and incredibly wet. I felt a small surge of pride that I had so aroused Angie. I slid all the way in until our bellies pressed together, my pubic bush rubbing against her mat, then eased my hips back and began to screw her slowly and rhythmically. I wasn't sure how much force to exert, and after a couple of strokes Angie dug her nails deeper into my bum and murmured, "As hard as you like darling, you won't hurt me, I promise." I threw my entire body into the next stroke, and was rewarded with a groan of sheer pleasure. Now I knew what she wanted I slammed my prick into her, my balls slapping against her with each thrust. Angie began thrusting back at me, moaning, "Oh yes, Ooh God, so big, so deep, so hard, ohh yes, fuck me my darling angel baby". Her face was contorted with lust, but she occasionally opened her eyes and gave me a sweet smile. At one point it occurred to me, bizarrely, that 18 years after emerging from Angie's cunt I had now re-entered it, and I got a fit of giggles, even as I continued to fuck her. I concentrated on making each stroke as long and as hard as I was able. Having cum earlier helped me to carry on longer, as Angie had known it would, and I was still going strong when she doubled up her legs, lifted her bottom partly off the bed, gouged her fingers deep into the flesh of my bum and wailed, "Ohh yessss, oh God lover yes, please yes!" I slipped my arms behind her knees and held her legs up, allowing me better access to Angie as I fucked her. She continued to groan and thrust at me with her own hips. Finally, with a huge explosion of breath, I released my load before subsiding onto her, my head cushioned on her breasts. She wrapped her legs around me and stroked the backs of my legs with her feet, kneading my back with her fingers. After a few minutes Angie pulled me up to face her. I had found the whole experience so emotional that my eyes were filled with tears, and Angie seemed to mis-interpret them. Hugging me tightly, between the tiny kisses with which she smothered my face she said, "oh darling, don't worry, that was great, you were truly wonderful, I am so, so in love with you." Crying freely now I kissed her deeply, my tongue thrusting into her mouth, and told her how much I loved her. When I had calmed down a bit, and we had kissed and cuddled for a while, Angie gave me another fantastic blow job. This time she squatted over my chest with her bum towards me, and I reached between her legs and began fucking her with a couple of fingers. She gasped over her shoulder, "God sweetie, that is lovely", and re-doubled her efforts on my prick. Later, as she lay nestled in the crook of my arm, she said, "Mark, you know we're not doing anything wrong, not really, don't you?" We're just two consenting adults who love each other deeply, and who choose to express that love in the most caring way possible. How can that be wrong?" At that moment I couldn't have cared less whether it was wrong or not. I just lay back basking in the pleasure of the knowledge that such an amazing, beautiful, erotic woman was really in love with me. We made love again, this time with Angie riding me as she had Dad in the first film of them that I'd watched. I grasped her hips, revelling in the sight of her tits bouncing as she grinned and gasped down at me. She came again, this time more or less at the same time as me, bouncing wildly about and screaming with release. Then we slept for a few hours, our arms around each other, our legs entwined. When I awoke, I remembered there was one thing I really wanted to do for her. In one of the films I had seen Dad eating her out, and the look of sheer ecstasy on Angie's face had stuck in my mind. She was still sleeping, but I slipped down her body and moved my head between her legs. She awoke as I began licking and kissing her inner thighs, and immediately started panting, "Oh God, Mark darling, oh yes, please baby, oh my sweet, sweet lover." I eased her labia apart with my thumbs, and stroked my tongue the length of her hot pussy. She gave a huge groan and thrust at my face. She quickly helped me find her clitoris, and I rubbed my thumb across it as I licked along, around and deep into her pussy, using the fingers of my other hand to caress her around my busy tongue. Angie pulled at my hair and screamed as she came the first time, moaned the second time and sighed the third time, and still I kept licking at her. Finally, she groaned "Mark, my darling gorgeous lover, come up here and kiss me." Once again I held her in my arms and we kissed deeply. Then Angie nuzzled her nose into my neck, and whispered, "Darling, please tell me you'll never leave me, and that we can go on making love together for ever." That was all 20 years ago, and I'm now older than Angie was when we started our love affair. We haven't spent a day apart since then, and we're still as much in love as ever. Angie's just as beautiful as she always was, and we still make love almost every day. We both adore taking each other to paradise and beyond with our tongues and fingers too. We did finally sell the old house in Blackheath and we live, well, somewhere else now. Angie owns a craft shop, where she sells her own lovely landscape paintings and the work of other local artists; I own and manage a successful IT company. After we moved here we married, with Angie using her maiden name. Our friends are quite envious of her having such an attentive younger husband, and of course none of them know the truth of our relationship. I still have the video tapes, but I haven't watched them -- especially the private one -- in years. I just say a little prayer of thanks every day that it brought me together with the true love or my life.