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My History

By: 62_goo



I have always been an inveterate journaller. I began on this journey when I was about five years old. I can remember my parents encouraging me to write something that happened during the day. It developed into a serious habit. I can't remember more than about three days where I haven't written at least something that happened to me.

My story follows. It is taken from my many years of diaries, all of which I have kept since I wrote them. Generally they have been under lock and key but sometimes not, unfortunately.

I lost my virginity when I was eighteen to a biker named Tom. He rode a beautifully restored 1950 Indian Chief Black Hawk and was covered with tattoos. He was tall and muscular and I thought he was the most handsome man I'd ever seen.

My name is Jacinta and I'm a 5'6" green-eyed girl with a 34 C bust-line and what my father called, 'breeder's hips.' Tom showed me how to properly love a man. I realise now, nearing the end of my life, that I was lucky. So many of my girlfriends had horror stories of their first time, but Tom was different. 

He made sure I was satisfied before he was himself - a rarity in the 70's, believe me. But he spoiled me. I expected every man to be the same. I was sorely disappointed. 

But he did give me something else, a love of tattoos. He was covered and he could tell me about each one. He remembered where he got them, and why. There seemed to be a story to each one. I decided that I'd like to do something similar.

I decided that I'd like something to remember my first sexual experience with Tom so I asked him about getting a tattoo. Back in the late 70's it was unusual but not unheard of for an eighteen-year-old girl being tattooed.

I decided on the Indian Motorcycle logo, a chief's head, without the name of the company inside it. I had a small Indian Head tattooed onto the inside of my hip-bone where it would be covered by my clothing at all times.

Getting the Indian tattoo meant that the tattooist would see me nearly naked. He flirted with me pretty heavily while he got things organised. He shaved me completely and while he did so he copped a pretty good feel of my pussy. I enjoyed it so I didn't say anything.

The tattoo looked really good and fortunately Nate the tattooist didn't try anything else with me. He did make me feel mighty good though.

Two weeks later I returned to see if I needed any touch-ups on my Indian. Nate had a close look and this time had me panting and moaning almost right away. His fingers were magical. I spread my legs wide for easy access and he dropped his pants. Before I knew it he was pumping away at me. I was in ecstasy. It felt so good. 

He gave me a great orgasm and kept right on pumping. As I came again so did he. He squirted inside my quivering pussy as I came again. 

When I finally regained my senses I decided that I wanted a tattoo to commemorate the occasion. A small tattoo gun was then inked on the opposite hip to my Indian. My collection had started.

Being young and horny I kept seeing, and fucking, both Tom and Nate for the next year or so. No new tattoos in that time. I had decided to keep them for any new fuck-buddy I found. 

One thing I did learn was that I loved sex. Any sex, any time, anywhere! I loved straight fucking; I loved giving and receiving oral sex. Hell, I even loved anal sex. That was Nate's doing. He got my anal virginity not long after he had fucked me for the first time.

Life went on. I finished school without having any new sex partners. But then I went to College. Oh, boy, that was fantastic. In my four years I ended up with seventeen new tattoos. I had them on my ass, around my pussy, on my shoulders and on my arms. I even had a foot tattoo. 

Every one of them had something to do with the partner I'd fucked. I got a book, a calculator, a microscope and a telescope. I had a car, a football, a baseball bat and a hockey stick. I got an apple, a chef's hat, a pair of glasses and a surfboard. I got a filmmaker's clapperboard, a bicycle and even a wookie (It was around the time of the original Star Wars, remember).

They were all small and cute and each reminded me of a sex partner. I didn't even think about the number of tattoos I had, or the number of partners I had.

Eventually I graduated and, strangely enough, got a job teaching second grade. By this time I had four more tattoos; a fish, a stethoscope, a truck and a basketball. I had been at the school for a year when a graduate teacher joined us. He taught fifth grade. He was tall and slim, with dark curly hair. He was really quiet but had a good sense of humour. 

I tried to get him to notice me but he didn't. We got together with other teachers on a Friday at a local bar and I always sat next to him. He hardly gave me the time of day.

Eventually I asked him out. He knocked me back. So I asked him to come with me to my sister's place, a three-hour drive away. I told him I needed another driver. He said yes.

When we got there he met my sister and her husband. We chatted for what seemed like hours. Eventually I got him alone and kissed him. He kissed me back. He was a great kisser, fantastic, in fact.

That's all we seemed to do for the rest of the weekend. We didn't fuck because my sister's husband was a bit of a prude and gave us separate rooms. But I had enjoyed myself anyway.

Steve was really sweet. He treated me like a princess and never refused me anything I asked for. The first time we slept together was wonderful. It wasn't as mind-blowing as my experiences with Tom and Nate, but it was nice. I was getting really attached. Oh, by the ay, his tattoo was a tiger. It was his Chinese star sign. He was born in the year of the tiger.

We had just finished fucking one night when he asked me to marry him. Without hesitation I said yes. We'd known each other for about three months. He treated me so well; I knew most guys weren't like that. I'd decided it was time to settle down anyway.

Life moved pretty quickly after that. We had a long engagement, about eighteen months, before we married. All that time I was a one-man girl. 

Until my bachelorette party. The week before the wedding my bridesmaids took me out clubbing. We drank and flirted and drank some more. I remember at some stage one of my bridesmaids leaving with some hunk of a man who wasn't her husband. Another one fell asleep at one of the clubs. By the time I got to the final club it was just one bridesmaid and me. 

We found a couple of hunks to dance with. The music was slow and the dancing was close. My partner had his hands all over me and I was the same. I felt his cock through his pants and decided I wanted to feel it. I unzipped him and thrust my hand into his pants. I grasped a rather large cock and started wanking it. 

He grabbed me by the wrist and took me outside into a laneway next to the club. He lifted my skirt, ripped off my panties and thrust himself into my wet and waiting pussy. I tore at his shirt and sucked on his nipples. Before long he was cumming. As he sprayed my pussy with his man juice, I came too. We collapsed onto the ground.

As we lay there panting I saw that he had an eagle tattooed onto his shoulder. Later that week, amidst the frantic, last minute wedding preparations I found myself enough time to get an eagle tattoo on my upper thigh.

I knew then and there that I wasn't going to be able to stay faithful to Steve. I loved him in my own way but sexually I needed more. I quite happily allowed the wedding to go ahead and would deal with anything else later.

Our honeymoon in Hawaii was spectacular. The sex Steve and I had was wonderful. He liked me naked and he liked to look over all of my tattoos. I was starting to get quite a collection.

Almost inevitably I found a fuck buddy while in Hawaii. Steve went snorkelling one day but I didn't want to go. Instead I stayed behind. Instead of staying at the resort I decided to do a local excursion to see what the locals did for fun. I found a bar and before too long a Hawaiian native, a huge islander, started flirting with me. Because I flirted back I think he thought I was up for anything. Of course, I was. He took me home with him and I found myself on my knees in front of a large brown cock.

I worked it all the way into my mouth and sucked hungrily. Eventually I deep throated him. He fucked my face for a while until I felt him cum down my gullet. It wasn't pretty, or sexy, but it was good!

He pushed me onto my back on his bed and unceremoniously mounted me. I was dripping wet. He pushed his whole length into me in one go. It felt like being fucked by a log. He thrust in and out, without a care for me. He only wanted to get off again. I thought that him taking me like that, treating me like a piece of meat was sexy. I wanted him to fuck me hard and he did. 

He made me cum but he didn't care. He just kept fucking me until he came again. Then he rolled off me and fell asleep.

I got up and used his shower. Then I wandered back to the resort and was there well before Steve came back from snorkelling. I told him I wanted a tattoo as a memorial of our honeymoon. I opted for an islander design for my big Polynesian fuck buddy. I didn't even know his name.

We settled into married life easily. We both went back to work, although this time at different schools. On the odd occasion I strayed outside my marriage but usually with someone I already knew.

We hadn't discussed having kids but we both wanted them. Eventually, almost inevitably, I fell pregnant. I knew, but Steve didn't, that it most likely wasn't his. I had found a new mate at my new school. We had been sexually active for about six weeks when I found I was pregnant. 

The day I found out I made sure to go home and fuck my husband. We hadn't fucked for a while so I was sure he wasn't the father. I delayed telling him for a few weeks. He was over the moon with happiness. I just hoped he wouldn't find out.

I was still collecting tattoos, one for each new partner. I was up to about fifty by this stage. I did get two new ones while I was pregnant. The pregnancy produced no complications and when it was time I went into labour and gave birth to a healthy baby girl. We named her Amber. She looked like me.

Life continued and I collected tattoos. A new baby did little to dampen my enthusiasm for new conquests. A little over a year after Amber was born I fell pregnant again. This time I knew it was Steve's, as I hadn't strayed for a while. Once again there were no worries with the pregnancy and our second baby girl, Erica, was born. She looked like Steve.

After Erica was born I found a new fuck buddy, Bernie. He was the archetypical tall, dark and handsome. He was also hung like a horse! He was an orderly in the hospital where I had Erica.

He was casually flirty with all the women on the obstetric ward but I flirted back. The day after I left hospital I found myself out by myself. Steve's mother was looking after the girls. Wandering through the shops, I spotted Bernie. He noticed me too and we struck up a conversation. We flirted with each other until I asked him if he wanted to go somewhere more private. 

He led me to the car park and to his truck. We got in and kissed straight away. His hands attacked my milk filled tits and I went straight for his cock. In a tangle of arms, legs and clothes, we managed to slip part 'A' (his cock) into part 'B' (my pussy). It was short but sweet and certainly took the edge off my hunger.

We got ourselves dressed and decided to meet again, as soon as we could. My mother was staying with us so I asked her if she could look after the girls again because I felt I needed a spa day. I contacted Bernie and he was free. We spent the day in his bed. 

He was a master cocksman. I hadn't fucked anyone this good since my first, Tom. First he fucked me hard. Then he made love to me. Then he fucked me again. It was sublime!

I kept fucking Bernie. He was so good to me. I didn't have any other new partners for ages. Bernie was enough. In fact it was probably Bernie who is the father of our next child, our first boy. Steve was so excited to have a son. He would be heartbroken to find out it wasn't his.

The pattern repeated itself. I kept finding new guys to fuck and Steve never found out about them. I guess that because I had been screwing around on him since before we were married, my behaviour was 'normal.' I never went out of my way to hide anything because I'd always fucked outside the marriage.

As I got older I became more insatiable. By the time I fell pregnant for a fourth time I had over a hundred tattoos. I loved life and I loved my lifestyle. 

I had spent time visiting my parents in my hometown so they could spend time with their grandchildren. One evening I left the kids with their grandparents and I went out. When I arrived at the bar I immediately saw Tom, my first lover. I went straight over to him and gave him a big hug. He was surprised to see me but in a good way.

We shared a few drinks and caught up on each other's lives. It wasn't long before he led me out to his truck. We had a quickie in the truck and I promised to see him again the next day.

As it turned out I spent time fucking him every day I was there. We just felt good together. When I arrived home Steve was so happy to see me he didn't let me leave our bed for a whole day.

It was soon after this that I found out I was pregnant, again. Because I had spent a day fucking my husband when I got home there was a good possibility that the baby was his. But it could be Tom's too.

Half way through my pregnancy I was huge, much bigger than before. I had a scan and found out I was pregnant with twins. Wow. I would be the mother of five! What a trip!

Our babies were born, two boys, non-identical. We were really busy at this time but Steve was wonderful. If ever I needed a break he would take time off work. I usually trolled for a fuck buddy. I was adding to all my tattoos while my husband was playing daddy with the kids. At least two of them weren't even his. Maybe the twins weren't either. That meant that I could only be certain that one of my five children was actually his.

Not long after the twins were born Steve accepted a job as Principal of a small rural school. While I was reluctant to move I saw it as an opportunity to spend time with him and play at being his wife. I knew that a small town wouldn't be the sort of place I could find a fuck buddy without everyone knowing about it. I thought I could give up my fucking around.

It was not to be. It turned out that the nearest large town had a thriving nightlife and I spent many an evening there fucking strangers while Steve was busy at school. 

The life of a small school Principal was really busy. In addition to all the school administration, he had to teach full time too. He was often at work late just to catch up on the necessities.

Fortunately there were a number of teenagers willing to babysit our brood. This gave me ample opportunity to go out. In the two years we were there I got fifteen new tattoos.

We moved again because the job wasn't what Steve thought it would be and he didn't enjoy it. He went back into the classroom at a school miles away from anywhere we'd lived before, but near my hometown. My mind wandered at the possibilities!

Life continued. Steve worked and I fucked around. I hooked back up with Tom and Nate as well as meeting a few new conquests. More tattoos, too.

We were creeping up to our twentieth anniversary. Our eldest had finished school and the others were growing up too. The day of our anniversary was a Thursday. We planned to go out to dinner on the Saturday afterwards. Steve had a meeting on the actual day so I made plans to go out with Tom.

I was halfway through a nice meal and looking forward to a nice long, hard cock when I got a text message from Steve. It was short, and to the point:

"I found your diaries."

I looked blankly at the screen. My mind went into overdrive. I made my excuses to Tom and went home. Steve wasn't there. Nothing was out of place so thankfully he hadn't left me. I was beside myself with worry but not really for him. I was more worried about how I would get through the situation.

I know that makes me sound like a bitch but so be it. I was more into self-preservation at the time.

Steve didn't come home the next day, and he still wasn't home on the Saturday, our anniversary. At about eleven o'clock on Saturday morning, the day of our twentieth anniversary, I heard a knock at the door. I went to answer it and found two policemen at the door. They knew me (in fact I had fucked one of them) and asked if they could come in. They sat me down and, with sadness in their eyes, told me they had found Steve's body down by the nearby creek. He had shot himself.

The note they handed to me simply said, "Your fault. I hope you're happy."

I collapsed to the floor and sobbed my heart out. I eventually snapped out of my sadness and cold-heartedly realised that it was, in fact, my fault. I had let my husband down badly. I found out in those hours after his death that he loved me without question. But I also realised that I had never really loved him. 

I liked him but never really loved him. My selfishness was such that I couldn't see how my behaviour might affect him. I never really wanted this to happen, never really wanted to hurt him so badly. But I was so wrapped up in my own lifestyle I guess I never really thought about it.

So there I was, a widow with five children, all of whom still lived at home. They had lost their father but I couldn't tell them why.

It's funny, you know. I never slept with another man for the rest of my life.

My History with Mom



All persons portrayed in this story are over the age of eighteen.

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When I lived at home, like most young men, I masturbated, a lot. I slept at night in a double bed, in my own room. Usually the door was un-latched. We had a dog that liked to sleep on my bed. Of course being horny as hell and not terribly bright that didn't bother me. My parents kept their door shut so what did I care? My brother was four years older and already off at school.

Dad was overweight and had a raft of health problems. Mom was maybe five foot two, thin with little A cup breasts. I didn't really have an attraction to her other than she was the only female I ever saw that wasn't full dressed. She was very normal but even so I'd see her in panties (the old type, real high, plain) and a bra. Once I caught her walking from the shower to her room naked. She had this nice tuft of blonde pubic hair. I never wanked thinking of her. Back then (the 60's) there was little porn. My dad had some that I found and used. Hell, this was before Playboy started showing pubic hair. I never heard them having sex either. All pretty normal.

I masturbated, sometimes at night, usually in the morning. My particular method was to take off my white cotton briefs and tee shirt and lay on my stomach. Then, basically I fucked the bed. It felt really good to rub my rigid cock into the sheets. I'd buck my hips and fuck the bed hard. I guess it made noise,I never noticed. You know? Nobody said anything. I'd fuck my mattress until I felt that tightness under my balls, that wonderful feeling. Then the surge would begin and I'd rub harder till I felt my hot cum shoot out between my bed and my flat belly. Oh it felt so good to cum. Sometimes I wiped it up but sometimes I didn't.

Well, one warm summer morning I was rubbing my cock on the bed, my firm young ass tenting the sheet as I pulled back when I noticed motion at my door. It wasn't the dog. Oh shit time. My briefs and shirt were strewn on the floor in plain sight. I only had the sheet covering my naked teen body, barely covering my ass actually, and my mother slips into my room, and then shuts the door. She's wearing a light robe, the one she always wears, nylon or something that goes down to around her knees.

I was in full panic mode. I don't know where this comes from but at least back then, you weren't supposed to masturbate, you weren't supposed to sleep naked, etc. Here I was, doing both (and loving it) when I'm caught by my mother. She didn't yell she had much more subtle and insidious ways of correcting our behavior. She had 'a look', that's all it took. Hell I was 40 before it finally stopped working. She very quietly shut and latched the door and silently moved to my bed. She sat on the edge, I was in the middle. I had turned on my side facing her. I couldn't lie on my back. My cock was till hard and with only a sheet it would be obvious, not that it wasn't already. As she sat I felt the tip of my cock hit the small puddle of pre-cum that had collected on the bed. I looked at her. You gotta realize I felt like she'd opened the door to see me flat on my back stroking my cock and shooting cum all over my belly as she looked. I know she heard me before she pushed the door open and I'm pretty sure she saw me humping before I was aware of her presence. Oh well, I'm fucked, no point in trying to lie my way out of it.

Before she sits she reaches down and picks up my briefs. Holding them up she looks at me, then sits down, still holding them, clutching actually. My dick's gone soft now. I'm in for it. The look should be coming any second. No look. Just a smile, a knowing Mom smile.

"You're naked, aren't you?"

I nod. No real point in denying that. It's not so bad.

"Do you sleep like that every night?"

The situation seems much less tense. She doesn't seem to be mad or disappointed, more like curious? I'm confused but feeling better. I relax a little.

"Umm most nights, I guess."

She reaches out and pats me on the shoulder.

"That's okay I don't see anything wrong with that, if you like to. Ummm what were you just doing?"

A wave of relief came over me when she was so cool about me sleeping naked. That evaporated when the question followed. I must have gone totally red with embarrassment. I mean you just don't talk to your Mom about masturbating. We'd had 'the talk'. It was all one sided, she did the talking and I just listened. That was a couple of years ago and masturbation was mentioned but only that it existed. She had voiced no opinion. Well it sure looked like she had one now. I simply didn't know what to say. She quickly sensed that.

"George, were you masturbating?"

I didn't answer. This time she let the silence hang. It seemed like forever but she was not giving in. Finally I folded.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I won't do it again, really."

She cracked a really big smile and began to rub my naked shoulder.

"Ha, ha. Oh George, you don't need to apologize and yes you will do it again, many many times."

She was smiling and her voice was very soft. She wasn't at all mad. I was confused. She seemed really okay with me masturbating. I must have given her a blank stare. She smiled and laughed lightly. She cupped my chin in her hand.

"George, You're a senior in High School. You've reached the age where sex is on your mind. It's natural, normal, its okay. But the laundry lady has a request."

She reached down and picked up one of my white socks.

"Now, you need to understand. Masturbation is very normal, everybody does it and there are many different ways. I think I know yours, but that's not important. What I'd like you to do is slip a sock over your...penis when you're...doing it. That way your...ummm...stuff won't get on the sheets. It's tough to get out. Could you do that for Mom?"

She must have laughed like hell the rest of the day. My face was blank and I swear my mouth hung open like a broken door. I reached out and took the sock from her hand. She smiled and got up. She went to leave and at the door she paused.

"George, did you ummm finish?"

I nodded my head sideways with the same stunned look. She smiled again.

"Then I'll close the door. You know you'll never wake dad and I don't mind hearing it, but today you might like to be alone."

The door latched and I was left naked on my bed holding a sock. Did my mother and I just have a conversation about me masturbating? Did she say it was okay? She didn't mind hearing me? I made noise? She thinks she knows how I do it? And what was that 'everybody does it?' Does that mean that Mom masturbates too? Oh, and TODAY I might want to be alone? Yeah, well, I didn't 'finish' that morning or for a week of mornings after that. I was way too self-conscious. Just the thought that Mom might hear made me go limp. 

But hormones eventually overwhelmed me. I woke one humid July morning. I had given up any pretense of clothing. I used to leave my briefs and shirt nearby, not anymore; I stripped off at bed time and put them in the laundry. It felt good to be naked, particularly in this hot humid weather. As I woke I immediately noticed my cock was very hard. I hadn't touched myself for days. I was too horny to care. If she didn't mind, well, it was time to find out.

I looked over and my door, as usual, was partially open. I looked at the clock, it was 06:45. My cock was so hard it was hurting. I lay on my back slowly stroking and debating. I loved to explore my cock when it was hard. I was circumcised so the head was always visible. I was only around six inches but it was nice and thick, at least compared to the other kids in the gym showers. I'd cup my ball sack and squeeze, massaging myself. Then I slowly rub my cock, loving the thrill from my touch. The soft skin over the hard center felt cool. I loved the tingle from playing with my cock. That deep sexual pleasure. I wondered how sex with somebody else could be better. I'd wrap my hand around my prick and stroke, sometimes squeezing hard and sometimes just barely touching. This was my masturbation foreplay. I'd rub my precum around the head, once I even tasted it, it didn't taste at all really. Soon my dick wanted relief, it was time.

I just couldn't take any more. I got a sock, threw the sheet back and rolled over. Arching my firm teen ass I slipped the sock over my cock. Oh, I couldn't wait. I was so fucking horny. I rolled over and felt the bliss of my cock pressed into the bed. Slowly I began to thrust. I reached up and gripped the top edge of the mattress. I was going to enjoy this. When nobody is home it's better. I like to groan and grunt. But Mom said not to worry, so here goes. My cock slid up the hard bed and into the soft cotton sock.

"Mmmmmmm yeeeesss gnnnnnnnggghhhh"

Oh so good! I pressed harder and picked up the pace.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah. Grrngggh mmmmmmmmmm"

I heard the bed now, creaking, I didn't care. My cock felt so good sliding in that sock, my body pressing it into the bed. I loved being naked and uncovered, masturbating, fucking my bed. I spread my legs for leverage and started fucking harder. I wanted to cum. The bed gently collided with the wall. It had been too long since I had cum.

"YES YES, ohhhhhh fuuucccckkkk so good!"

I pictured what I must look like. My skinny body arching into the bed, ramming my cock down as my ass would stick up in the air. From behind my cheeks would flex and my asshole would be clearly visible, I felt it flexing as my dick rubbed the sock.

"OHHHHH OHHHHHH shhhhiiiittt, sooooo fuckin gooooood."

I was close now, I could feel the wave.

"Gonna cum, gonna cum, ohhhhhh fuck, so fuckin good!"

As I rammed my bed hard I heard it slam the wall as my cum shot out into the cotton sock. 

"OHHHHH yeah! CUMMING CUMMING so fuckin good!"

That wonderful feeling as your cum shoots out, oh it felt good. Once, twice, three times I felt a spurt of giz and then I was spent. I flopped down, my dick still inside the cum soaked sock. I had liked being noisy, it made my cum even better. I rolled over, pulled the sock off, wiped the rest of my messy cock and dropped it on the floor. I fell back asleep.

When I woke up a half an hour later I was in a mild panic. Suddenly I felt like I had been yelling when I was cumming. I was sure I'd gone too far and now I'd hear about it. Maybe I woke my father up? I got up and saw myself in the mirror on my closet. I'm 5'9" and back then I saw a trim body, smooth with just a bush of blonde pubic hair around my limp but very happy cock. I got dressed and went down to the kitchen, to an uncertain fate.

Nothing. Not a word about my morning bed fuck. Not even a knowing look or smile. It was obvious she'd been up for a while but it was just the usual morning conversation. She did seem a little distracted though. Dad got up, we all talked. I went to school, they went to work.

I thought about that all day. I know my Mom could hear me this morning. She said she had heard me before when I was trying to be quiet. When I had gone back to my room after breakfast the sock was gone too. Well, she certainly knows I'm back to bed fucking and she certainly doesn't seem to mind.

In my life, I've been a nudist and a hedonist. I've had many varied and exciting sexual experiences. Looking back I can see this was in me from a very early age. Since there was no comment on my first noisy bed fuck I got more and more bold. I think I was trying to see where the fences where, just what it would take for my mother to say something. Since it was August and hot the next night I slept naked with no sheet over me and the door still cracked open. I'd slide on gym shorts to go pee but they'd be gone when I got back to bed. I noticed though, when I went to bed the next night, there was a sock, just one clean white cotton sock, laying on the floor next to my bed. I smiled. I liked Mom, she was cool.

The next morning was a replay. The bed creaked as I rammed my cock down into the bed. Man it felt good to just enjoy bed fucking.

"Oh yes oh yes, so good! Ungh unnngh! Mmmmmmm so hard, so good!"

I was getting more vocal as the days went by. Mom never said anything and every night she left me that clean white sock. The sheets were stain free. I felt the wave.

"Oh fuck! Cumming cumming! Sooooo gooodddd! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The spurt of my cum in the sock warmed the end of my penis, making the last thrusts even better. I collapsed on the bed, rolled over and cleaned up. Then I started thinking. Mom hadn't said or done anything. She knew I was bed fucking every morning, she was washing my sock and replacing it. That had me re-running our one conversation. A couple of things she said really stuck in my mind. "Everybody does it." 

She didn't say 'all boys, or all teens, she said everybody. Now my Mom was a person who knew how to speak and chose her words carefully. There was never a slip of the tongue with her. So, when she said 'everybody' what did that mean? My mother masturbates? It was the only answer.

Now I'd seen my dad's porn stash. No videos, just pictures. All the pussies had hair, nobody shaved back then. I'd seen pictures of women masturbating, rubbing their pussies and sliding fingers and dildos in. I didn't know what a clit was yet so I had no idea why they rubbed the top so much. Now, when I stole a look I had to wonder what my mother looked like when she masturbated. I felt odd thinking that. Then there was "I don't mind hearing it." Well, I guess not because I certainly was not being quiet anymore and she said nothing. But I thought it was odd my Mom wouldn't mind hearing me masturbate. Maybe she just knew it was a teen thing and just ignored it.

A week or so later I had to pee in the middle of the night. I usually had to go at least once during the night, I drank a lot of water back then. Since I never saw anybody I had given up putting shorts on and I just got out of bed and went down the hall to the bathroom. As I came out of the bathroom I heard a noise and looked to see Mom just coming out of their bedroom. She was wearing her robe. I froze and she just gave my naked body a look from head to toe. She smiled and waved me back to my room. But I noticed she had given me a good look.

Now something else changed, just a little. As I said, in the past I'd seen Mom once coming out of the shower, no big deal. Well, one day I'm coming upstairs and I hear the shower. I look up and the door isn't latched, it's open by three inches. I can't see much but I did get a quick blurred look of my naked Mom stepping out of the shower.

Well, that became the pattern. She'd shower with the door open three inches.

Plus, it seemed like she had to go to the bathroom right around the same time I did most nights. Not every night, just most. I got embarrassed and after the third time I put my shorts back on. She noticed and whispered to me as I left the bathroom. The hall was dimly lit by the small nightlight.

"Are you wearing those because of me?"

I nodded, she smiled.

"Oh George, you don't have to do that. I'm your mother, I've seen it all dear."

I was getting used to this much cooler version of my mother so I ditched the shorts. Three nights later and new change.

I had gotten up to piss, naked, as usual. As I stepped out of the bathroom, Mom came out of her room. I was still very self-conscious at my nakedness but she just smiled. Then I noticed her robe wasn't tied. I could see her pert breasts and the blonde muff that barely disguised her pussy. Even in the dim light of the hall I could just make out the lips. She caught me staring and smiled. She made no move to cover up.

"Never mind me dear. I was in a hurry and it's just your old Mom's body."

The robe flowed open as she passed me, completely exposing her front. Yup, I looked, as long as I could.

Well, by then I was fucking my bed just about every morning at the same time. I'd wake up hard as rock at about 6:30 and my routine would begin. Now, the door to my bedroom faces the bed, so when you look in you're looking at the foot of the bed. I usually hugged one of the top corners when I fucked. So I couldn't see the door. My door was still left open just about 3 inches, in case the dog wanted to come in. 

One morning I changed my routine. For no reason at all I reversed my position. Now I'm facing the door, naked, with no sheet covering me. I've got the corner of the mattress in a death hug and my cock is humping hard into the bed encased in a now worn and very soft sock.

"Oh fuck! Unnnnggghh unngghhh, yeah, huff huff, so good!"

My hard dick feels so good pressing into the bed. My ass is humping up and down. I'm totally into masturbating.

"Yes yes! Oh fuck arrrrgghh mmmmmmmm yeah!"

I look up and then I see it, a shadow under the partly open door. Momentarily I panic but then the shadow doesn't move to open the door. Well, that killed the mood that day. I stopped bed fucking and soon the shadow left. I assumed it was Mom and I assumed she'd have something to say. Maybe I was being too loud or something. But at breakfast and for the rest of the day there was nothing, totally normal Mom. I was confused. After all, I was young.

Next morning at 6:45 I was ready. I lay so I could see the door. Of course my dick was hard but I was curious. I lay on my back and played with my cock. I had the sock and I slipped it over the end and rolled over. There it was; the shadow! I saw it moving. It had to be Mom. She was waiting for me to start masturbating! She was listening! Suddenly the idea that somebody, my mother, wanted to listen to me get off, turned me on. It was a funny feeling. My cock got even harder as I imagined my mother outside my door, in her robe, leaning towards the open door to hear her son play with himself. I started bucking my hips, pressing into the bed.

"mmmmmmmoh yeah! So good!"

"I'm so hard! So horny! Oh shit this is good!"

I saw the shadow moving now; it seemed to be a pattern. My humping was making enough noise that I couldn't hear anything. She wants a show? Okay.

"Oh fuck unnnnnggghhhh unnnngggghhh yes yes!"

This wasn't going to last long. Being listened to was really speeding me up.

"Oh shit! So fucking horny! Gotta cum! Gotta cum! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!"

Then I saw movement. A hand was gripping the door trim, high. It was Mom's hand. I could see that she was gripping it hard. 

"Oh oh oh here I cum! OOOOOOOHHHHHHH SSSSHHHIIIIIIT!"

As I felt cum jet into the sock I thought I heard a moan from outside the door. As I lay there feeling the warm bath of giz around my cock I saw the hand disappear. I got up to see. When I opened the door she wasn't there. I stepped out into the hall and my foot felt dampness. I looked down and the rug near my door had a wet spot. I was confused. I had no idea what it could be. Did Mom pee on the rug? No way, she must have had a glass of water and spilled it.

Now, I wasn't running into Mom on my night time piss run every time but it was happening regularly. I had given up on the shorts and I was feeling comfortable being naked. I mean the hall was almost pitch dark so it wasn't any big deal. Sometimes Mom would have the robe closed, sometimes loosely tied and occasionally untied. I liked untied. It was dark and she was my mother but she also was a good looking woman and, I might add, the only real woman I'd ever seen naked. I didn't stare but I enjoyed what I could see. She was very casual, never made any attempt to cover up. She'd pass me, sometimes barely brushing against me as she headed into the bathroom. I'd go back to my room. Then one night it dawned on me. She didn't close the door. She never closed the door. I was so busy getting a peek that I didn't notice. She's in there peeing with the door wide open.

Something new. It's night, it's dark, only the nightlight in the hall and the bathroom. I open my door to go pee and walk the three steps to the bathroom. I hear water running, splashing, a steady stream. I look around the corner and Mom is sitting on the toilet. In the muted glow of the nightlight I can see her robe is open and at her sides. I can see her firm breasts clearly. Her legs are spread a little and because the toilet faces the door I can just sort of see the blonde hair of her pussy. The sight of her on the toilet, the sound of her pissing, her pretty much naked body. Not good. I feel my dick getting hard but I can't stop watching. She looks up and smiles, her pee starting to diminish.




My History with Mom



"Sorry George, looks like I beat you in tonight."

She got some paper and reached between her legs. She spread them wider and now I got a good look. I could see her pussy lips clearly. She was so casual, like she did this all the time, no big deal, I'll just wipe my pussy in front of my teenage son. My cock was now well on it's way to hard and it was very obvious.

"Oh, sorry Mom. I didn't know."

I backed out of the door. Now, mind you, all this happened in the time span of about 10 or fifteen seconds. I wanted to get my half hard cock out of her line of sight. I shouldn't get a boner looking at my Mom. Of course I picked the wrong side of the door. I was on the side towards my parent's room. Mom got up, didn't make any attempt to close her robe and breezed by me. I turned as she passed but she seemed to press into me and, to my horror, my dick rubbed along her naked thigh! Oh shit! I knew she could feel it. I quickly moved into the bathroom and took my usual position standing next to the toilet. My half hard was making getting started a little slow but in a second or so I was pissing nicely. Then I looked up and Mom had peeked her head around the door. 

"Good night dear."

She took a long time to say that and I noticed she wasn't looking at my face she was looking at my half hard cock pouring pee into the toilet. It took her a while to move back away from the door and disappear. 

Back in my bed I'm thinking. She clearly didn't mind that I saw her pissing and she certainly made a point of watching me. Very strange, but it felt very comfortable. Hell, if it's okay with her, it's okay with me. I was getting used to being naked around her and I liked it. I liked it that she was showing herself to me too. Pictures were nice but a real naked woman, even my Mom, was way better.

Now I came up with an idea. Mom knew I was bed fucking facing the door. I'd seen her hand on the door trim another time. I was feeling very wicked but I wanted to give Mom a show. I started bed fucking the way I used to, facing away from the door. But this time I had a small mirror. I would lean it against the lamp on my table so I could see the door while I masturbated.

The first morning, nothing, second, nothing. But on the third I saw her hand again, straining to hold the trim and I heard the moan this time. Now I know I sounded different when I faced the wall so on day four, five, whatever, I finally saw movement in my little mirror. The door moved open as I was rubbing my hard cock in that sock. The bed was creaking and I was hot.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEAH! So hard, so good! Mmmmmppppffff, ooof oooof!"

The sock had gotten very soft from all the washings and it was really good. I peeked and saw her face just past the edge of the door. She was so mesmerized by looking at my hard teen ass moving up and down and seeing my little butt hole and tight ball sack as I fucked the bed she didn't notice the mirror. Now the hall has carpet but my room had a wood floor. I watched as Moms head seemed to be moving. The door nudged open a little more. This was turning me on and I was close.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, so horny, ohhhhhh gonna cum!"

I banged harder, lost in my pending orgasm. As I felt the warm release of my cum I heard a moan and looked. Her head was inside the door! Mom's eyes were shut, she seemed to be shaking and I heard a splash. I moved and she disappeared. I got up to investigate. Just inside my door was a small puddle of clear liquid. I bent over. It wasn't pee, it had no smell. I was confused again.

So, this stuff continued for a few months. Sometimes Mom would 'accidentally' touch my cock as she left the bathroom. Sometimes she'd be peeing when I got up. Sometimes she'd walk in on me while I was peeing. The result was we got pretty casual with the whole thing and stopped saying anything about it. I'd watch Mom piss and she'd get up with her robe open. Or I'd stop pissing and just move aside as she settled on. Now, we didn't go naked any other time. We didn't discuss it. Oh, and yeah, Mom was watching me bed fuck regularly. She still didn't notice the mirror and she'd leave a puddle. When I came up from breakfast she had already taken my cum filled sock and the puddle was gone.

Because of my birthday I had started school late. I was eighteen and a senior in High School. I had a car. Well, it wasn't really a car it was a twenty year old jeep with no roof. But it was cheap and everybody loved it, except when it rained. My grades were awesome and I was involved in everything at school so one Thursday morning I wasn't feeling too hot. The nurse just told me to go home. They all knew my folks and it was a different time.

I pulled into our driveway and parked next to Mom's car. Today was her day off. I had a thought that she might be running my cum sock through the laundry right now. That made me smile. Since she gave me that sock she had never said one word about it.

I slipped in the front door, not meaning to be quiet but I was. I started up the stairs and I heard it, moaning.

"ohhhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmmmm gnnnnnnhhh!"

It wasn't pain, I knew that. I slowly moved up the steps. Mom and dad's bedroom was on the right, the door was right next to the stairs. As my head cleared the top step I stopped and peeked very slowly over the top step.

Her door was wide open. It was a small room so the bed was only six feet from the door. Mom was lying on the bed, her feet to me. I could see she was naked. My cock started to get hard. Her legs were spread wide and I could see her hand moving through the sparse blond hair around her pussy. Mom was masturbating. I put my books down, moved down a step and unzipped my pants. My cock was rock hard. I very slowly moved back up till I could just see. Now I was stroking my cock as I watched my mother play with her pussy. She'd rub it and press into it. Then she'd slide a finger inside. I could hear the wetness from where I sat. Sometimes she's rub her clit. Yeah I'd figured that one out by now.

"Ohhhhhh yeeeessssss, oohh fuck! Mmmfffhhh mmmmffffhhh."

Her hand squished in and out of her soaked pussy. I'd never seen a porn film so this was off the scale, even though it was Mom.

"yes, yes, ohhhhh so fuckin wet! Oh so good, tastes so good!"

My hand was moving fast now. I didn't know how long I'd last. But Mom seemed to be close too. Her hand started ramming her puss.

"ohhhhhh close, close...ohhh fuuuuuccccckkkkkkk!"

She was cumming! I felt my cum jet out on the stairs. I looked up and what I saw changed my life forever.

CHAPTER 2

I watched in stunned amazement as she groaned loudly and a flood of whitish clear fluid poured out of her pussy. It was like a wave. I'd never seen a woman orgasm, just pictures and they never looked like Mom right now. She was panting and plunging two fingers deep into her pussy, and looking straight at me! I was hunched way down on the stairs with only enough of me showing to be able to see but I felt like I was standing in her door with a camera when we went eye to eye for a second. Busted, big time. 

I ran or fell down the stairs and left the house. I hung out all over the place for the rest of the day and didn't come home till I knew Dad would be there. That way the yelling would have to wait. Mom certainly would not want to tell dad she was jilling, at least I didn't think so.

The evening was so fucking normal it was like the Twilight Zone. No looks from Mom, no double entendres, no hints, no nothing. She smiled at me and it was like any other day. Boy was I confused. I knew something was going to happen, it had to, right? Nothing did until.

Well I went into a no-bed fucking time again from the stress. Of course that lasted a week before I couldn't stand it anymore. So there I was one morning, naked as usual, nothing over me, little mirror propped up with my tight young ass flexing as I drove my hard cock into the bed. I just couldn't stop. Now, I had a girlfriend but back then things moved a lot more slowly. I didn't seem to be real smooth with her. We got along but I was having a lot of trouble getting more than a random feel. We hadn't progressed to fucking yet, which added to my stress. I had the corner of the mattress in my usual death grip and I saw movement in the mirror. Mom's slim frame was at my door. Her robe on but not tied. Then she came in, and closed the door! Naturally, I stopped masturbating and just froze. She came over and sat on the bed. She casually reached out and picked up the mirror.

"I guess we're even."

"I didn't mean to. I wasn't feeling well so the nurse sent me home. I'm sorry, I didn't know..." 

She patted my shoulder.

"I know George, it's alright. Needless to say I didn't expect anybody to come home. I hope the sight of your mother pleasuring herself hasn't scarred you for life."

I sensed the ease in her voice.

"Well, Mom, if watching family members masturbate would scar you for life..." 

Her hand on my shoulder gripped it lightly as she laughed.

"I guess I'm the one who should apologize then."

I was still lying on my belly and my dick was still kinda half hard and in my special sock but I didn't care. I rolled over on my back. We'd seen each other naked plenty of times by now but not knowingly with a boner. Funny, as I lay there talking to her she kept looking at my cock and it started getting bigger. I reached down and slid the sock off. 

"No, Mom you don't have to. You figured out I knew and didn't stop, actually I kinda liked it."

Mom's hand went to my chest and she started tracing a random pattern around my hairless nipples.

"So, I guess you knew what your Mom was doing while she watched."

"Yeah, I kinda figured that out pretty quick."

"You don't' think I'm bad?"

It had never occurred to me.

"No, should I?"

Mom's hand traced an ever widening pattern. Now she was running her finger from my collarbone down to my belly button and everywhere in between. My cock was rock hard.

"Well, George, that's up to you. Maybe we shouldn't watch each other. But you didn't mind and I'll admit that I didn't mind you seeing me cum so maybe we aren't so bad if we don't mind." 

"That sounds pretty good to me, Mom."

I waited for her response. Her hand moved and then stopped. There was a long pause. I could tell she had a question she wanted to ask but just couldn't quite do it. I was pretty sure what she wanted to ask. I was wicked horny and all the looking at Mom and finally seeing her masturbate had me wound up. I figured what the hell she watches me masturbate anyway, now she'll be closer. I moved my hand and gripped my cock and slowly started stroking it. Mom caught the movement immediately and just stared.

"Mom, am I being bad?"

"No dear, not at all."

Her voice was small and breathless. I shifted to the center of the bed. Mom just watched me for minute and then I saw it. Her right hand started sliding between her legs. She was still sitting on the edge of the bed and I couldn't see clearly. I stopped.

"Why did you stop George?'

"I feel funny. It's one thing to know you're peeking around the door but this is different."

There was another long silence. My hand was by my cock which was still plenty hard.

"So, you feel funny masturbating with somebody watching, sitting right here?"

"Yeah, it's just well..."

"What if...?"

I let it hang. I really didn't know what she was going to say.

"What if...the somebody did it too?"

Did my mother just offer to masturbate WITH me? The image of her cumming on her bed came back to me and made my cock twitch.

"That would be better. It would be cool. Yeah, I'd like that."

I went back to stroking my cock. Mom said nothing. Then she shifted around so she was leaning on the headboard next to me. As she moved she slipped off her robe.

"No point in being modest anymore is there?"

I stroked my hard cock as I watched my mother spread her legs. I could clearly see her pussy. The lips were open and red and shiny with fluid. I couldn't believe how hard my dick was. I'd never seen a pussy this close and never one so wet and horny. Mom's fingers touched her wet puss and she groaned.

"OHHH George, that feels so nice! Keep stroking, please. Can you cum that way or do you need to roll over?"

I was mesmerized by her fingers plowing up and down her wet slit. I could hear the sound of the wetness. 

"I can cum this way Mom and I don't think it's gonna take long. I like watching you."

Her fingers picked up the pace now and she started doing figure eights at the top of her slit. Her legs went wider and now one was lying along mine as I pounded my cock. Mom was really moaning now.

"Ohhh George! You look so hot. Oh baby stroke it for Mom. I'm so wet, look at me. UNNNNGGGHH!"

I leaned over and a steady stream of fluid was at her entrance. Her hand was covered in it. That was it. I felt the pressure. I was about to cum right in front of my mother's eyes.

"Oh Mom, I'm cumming! Ohhh fuck!"

A long white rope shot out of my cock. It landed right along the top of her thigh. I think I saw her eyes roll back into her head. Her body quivered and I gasped as I saw the flood come out of her pussy.

"OHHHHHHFUUUUUCCCCKKKK GEEEEOOORRRRGGGEE! OHHH Watch Mommy cum for you!' AHHHHHHHHH!"

She was rubbing her clit hard and her pussy lips just sort of opened and closed as the juice poured out. After thirty seconds she stopped. Panting, she moved her leg away from mine and sheepishly smiled at me.

"The laundry lady isn't going to like me I guess."

I looked at the foot wide circle on my bed and smiled.

"Guess you need a sock too."

"More like a towel."

I couldn't help it; the wise guy in me just came out.

"Yeah, probably a beach towel."

Her jaw fell and she gave my shoulder a shove.

"Such a wise ass! Look at the mess you made!"

She pointed to her thigh which had three ropes of my cum running across it, merging as they ran down towards the bed.

"Sorry Mom, it just kinda happened."

She smiled a very wicked smile.

"Don't be sorry baby, you made Mom very happy. I think you liked it a lot too."

"Oh yeah, best ever."

There was a pause and Mom got up and moved to the door. She paused, her robe over her arm.

"Would you like to do it again? You don't have to. You don't have to answer right now, think about it."

I didn't have to think, I just smiled at her.

"I'll be here in the morning, Mom."

The next morning I was awake by six. I just lay on the bed, naked and uncovered, and waited. It took forever. At six thirty I saw my door move. Mom slipped in and shut it. Her robe was open; she paused at the door and slipped it off her shoulders. I liked watching my mother walk to my bed, naked with a smile on her face. I was laying on my back in the middle of my bed, my cock hard and sticking up. She just lay next to me, leaning her leg against mine.

"You ready to be bad?" 

"Oh yeah Mom."

I started stroking my cock. She watched me, riveted to my hand. I rubbed my finger over the top and spread my pre-cum. She moaned.

"Oh I like that baby."

I looked at her.

"Are you going to rub yourself Mom?"

"Oh yes baby, I'm so ready!"

Mom lay on my bed with her head at the bottom and her legs laying over mine. I liked the feeling. I could see pretty well and with her spread so wide I actually could smell her pussy. I liked it. Mom watched my hand on my cock as I watched her fingers rub up and down her slit, the sound getting wetter and wetter.

"Oh George this is so bad! But it feels so good. Can you hear how wet Mommy is?"

"Oh yeah, Mom, you smell good too. Look how hard you make me."

She was deep into masturbating now.

"OHHHH fuuuuckk, I'm so horny baby! Arrrrgh! Ummph ummph!"

Her fingers were plunging in and out of her soaked pussy. I leaned over to try and get a better look.

"You gonna cum for Mommy baby?" She had her other finger down there now, rubbing her clit. She was going for the finish.

"Yes Mom. I want to cum!"

She was panting, on the edge.

"Cum on Mommy! Shoot your big load all over me, please!"

I was there.

"Ohhh shiiiit, ohhh fuuucck, here I cum Mom!"

With that a rope of cum lurched out and landed on her thigh, and the hand that was rubbing her clit. The second rope was on her thigh. Her eyes rolled back and I saw the wave of juice pour out of her.

"OHHHHHHHFUUUUUCCCKKKKKK! YES YES YES! OH SHIT!"

It poured out of my mother as she quivered and shook. I was bending over to see. Soon she just fell back.

"Oh shit that was good! George, your cum felt so good on my body, thank you."

I was very satisfied, but it was still a little strange doing this with Mom. But I knew what I wanted.

"I couldn't see you too well Mom."

She looked at me a little sideways.

"You want a better view George?"

"ummm yes, I like looking at your..."

"Pussy George, call it my pussy, it's okay."

"Okay Mom, I want to look at your pussy when you cum."

She got off the bed and slipped her robe on. She smiled and as she turned, she spoke.

"okay, but be careful what you wish for."

Chapter 3

I had a long day of sports and I was beat when I went to bed that night. I woke up to my mother stroking my shoulder.

"Hey sleepy head, want me to leave you?"

I rolled over and blinked. She was sitting on my bed, naked. Her breasts had just the slightest sag and the nipples were hard and stuck out. I thought I caught the slightest scent of her sex. My cock started to firm.

"Ummm no Mom, I guess I was a little tired."

"I can let you sleep. We can play any time."

I missed the 'anytime' remark and its possible import. She looked at my rapidly inflating cock and smiled.

"I think he's waking up. May I join you?"

I shifted and Mom settled next to me.

"I'm a bit horny this morning. Mind if I take care of that?"

I smiled and began stroking my cock.

"No, not at all Mom, you mind if I do too?"

She was running her fingers up and down her slit now.

"Oh please do. But wait, you can't see me too well, can you?"

"Uh, no, but that's okay."

No, my son, I want to give you a good view."

I was shocked as she threw her leg over me and sat on my belly facing me.

"Get a pillow under your head baby, I don't want your neck to get tired."

I reached back and stuffed a pillow under my head. Mom's pussy was a foot or so away. I could see the sex juice glistening on her pubic hair. Her lips were wide open and pink. A drop of fluid sat at the base of her slit and the clit was already sticking out. She had her legs on each side of me, bent at the knees. She wasn't too big so I didn't mind having her there.

"Now can you see? Can you still reach your cock, son?"

"Yes, Mom."

I had to reach around her thin leg but I could just barely touch the head and pull it.

"I want to feel you jerking off while you watch, baby. When you cum, shoot it on my back, please?"

"I'm not going to last long Mom." I gasped as I pulled on my cock.

"Me either baby!" She was leaned back and had two fingers plunging into her pussy as the other hand rubbed her clit. She was gasping.

"OH son! Get ready! I'm cumming!"

"Me too Mom! Oh fuck I'm there!"

My rope of cum shot out and I aimed at her back.

"OHHHHFUCCCKKK I FEEL IT! YEEESSSS!"

I looked at my mother's pussy, sitting on my chest, waiting for the flow. I got a shock. As I stroked out my last rope, mouth open and gasping, I saw her pussy lips flex and then a jet of her juice shot out and landed along my face and in my mouth. Mom was quaking on top of me.

"Oh fuckk so good! Unnnngggghhhhh!"

The rest of her orgasm just flowed out over my belly as I finished shooting three ropes of cum on her back.

She sat there, trying to regain her breath. She looked at my face, covered in her spend.

"I'm so sorry baby, I didn't know it was going to do that."




My History with Mom



I smiled. It didn't really have a strong taste, I liked it.

"It's okay Mom. I actually liked it."

She got the most wicked look on her face.

"Oh, you liked it? That's a very nice thing to tell Mom."

It was a lot nicer than I had ever imagined.

Chapter 4

School was normal and I got out at the usual time. I saw Mom's car in the driveway and remembered that she had said she would only be working a half day today. Stepping into the house the scent of garlic and basil met me and I knew it was spaghetti night. Mom wasn't in the kitchen so I went up to my room to drop my books. I never made it.

At the top of the stairs I noticed Mom's door was open and as I walked past I looked, then I stopped. Her bed was pulled open with only the bottom sheet showing. Mom was lying across it, naked. She looked wonderful. I'd never seen her totally naked in the bright daylight. Her tiny breasts were not much more than nipples but they stood up firm. Her legs were spread wide and her hand covered her pussy. It was holding something and she was moving it in and out of her pussy. Her eyes were closed when I first saw her but they opened and focused on me. She didn't stop moving her hand but smiled broadly.

"Ohhhhhh George! It's about time you got here! Come in here."

I walked in, still holding my books. The room seemed warmer than the hall and the scent of Mom's pussy was strong in the air. I was looking right up between her legs. I could see the pubic hair on her legs at the very top and the faint line of it that ran up towards her navel. Her hands still covered her slit and I could hear the wet slurp of something moving in and out. I just stared. Mom's breathing was deep, sort of panting. Her face was red and the red went all over her chest. She was covered in a thin sheen of moisture. The clock struck four.

"Take your clothes off George, it's play time."

"I thought that was just mornings, Mom."

"Oh no baby. We can play anytime we are alone, okay?"

"Umm sure."

I put my books on the floor and yanked off my tee shirt, tossing it aside. Mom was moving the thing faster.

"Oh George! I've been playing for a half an hour waiting for you. Take your pants off dear. Show Mommy that nice cock of yours."

My jeans hit the floor and I stepped out of them and kicked them aside. My cock was rock hard and pushing a wet spot out of my white cotton briefs.

"Oh baby, that is so hot! I love that bulge! Pull them down baby, show Mommy."

I slowly pulled the elastic forward and down till the head of my cock was free. Then I grabbed the sides and slid them down my legs, stepping out. I stood with my dick straight out, a small drop of fluid on the end. Mom stopped pumping and took the thing out. It was a sort of dick shaped object, and it was shiny with her stuff.

"Ohhhhhh that's nice. Now George, get up here."

She moved back and spread her legs wide. I moved to the only place there was room, between them. 

"Yes, that's it. Now move real close."

I shifted forward a little. My legs touched hers just below her knees.

"No, closer, get right up here." She patted her upper thighs. Her pussy was wide open and a whitish fluid was running out of the bottom of her slit, down the crack of her butt and onto the wet spot on the bed. I scooched forward till my thighs hit the middle of hers. My cock was inches from her pussy. She put the toy down and the then put her hand back on her pussy, sliding two fingers in and out of her hole. I couldn't help it, I started to stroke my cock.

"Yeah, that's it. Stroke it for Mom. Watch me rub my pussy. Oh George, does watching me turn you on?"

"Oh shit yes Mom! I love looking at you. It makes my cock tingle. This is the best view yet."

"Good baby, good. Did you like my toy?"

I was panting now.

"Yeah, it looked hot. Why did you stop using it?"

She smiled a wicked smile and began rubbing her clit with her thumb as she slid three fingers into her pussy.

"Ohhhh I've got a better idea. Now you keep watching me masturbate and when you are ready to cum you tell me, okay?"

"Yes Mom."

So we just sat there and played for a few minutes. Every once and a while Mom would gasp and stop for a second or two. I think they were orgasms of some kind. I loved watching her pussy wrap around her fingers and the slick juice that flowed out between them. I loved the pungent scent of her sex and occasionally when she orgasmed she leaned back and I could clearly see her butt hole, also covered in slick juice. I don't know, five minutes, maybe ten. I couldn't hold back any longer. I felt the surge coming up from my toes and through my balls.

"Oh Mom, I'm gonna shoot soon!'

"Move closer baby, lean over me. Put your dick right next to my pussy!"

She took both hands and opened her slit as I leaned over her, one hand on the mattress to hold me up. The head of my dick was brushing the lips of her pussy, it felt amazing. I felt it cumming.

"I'm cumming Mom! I'm cumming!"

"STICK IT IN ME! DO IT...NOW!"

I was simply too stunned. I let go with the hand that held me up and my cock slammed into her pussy, shooting cum as I entered. It felt amazing! I pushed a little more of my cock in as I kept cumming. The wet warmth of her tunnel was simply indescribable. I moved it back and forth and Mom was gyrating under me as her cum shot out around my cock. My cock and balls were bathed in a flood of warm fluid projected out of Mom's pussy. I looked up and her eyes were rolled back in her head and she was quaking.

"OHHHHHHH FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK! YESSSS OH FUCK ME, BABY, STICK IT IN! FILL ME UPP!"

She quaked and shook for ten seconds and then just lay there. I moved back and my dick slid out of her, releasing even more fluid. The sheets were soaked and my pubic hair was drenched. Mom was panting and just smiled at me.

"Did you enjoy that George?"

"Mom, it was amazing. Much better than the playing we've done."

She rubbed my naked thigh.

"You wanna do it like that all the time?"

"Oh yeah."

She looked at me and lowered her eyes. Mom looked like a movie star.

"So, George, do you want to fuck your mother? Do you want to fuck me every day?"

I was a little startled. She looked so serious. I was afraid it was a trap. I didn't care.

"Yes, Mom, yes."

"Good, cause Mommy needs it every day. Now let's go shower, your dad will be home soon."

Chapter 5

The next morning, I was ready, the sheet thrown back and me naked with a raging boner. I watched Mom slide through the door in her robe. She came over and sat on my bed and began to stroke my cock.

"I see you're up nice and early."

"Oh yeah."

"Do you want to fuck me? You want to fuck your Mom?"

"Uh-huh"

"Well, we can't this morning baby. Mommy makes too much noise. But Mom will take care of her baby's hard cock."

I was disappointed till her mouth went down over my dick. I couldn't decide if it was better than fucking. She swirled her tongue around the head of my dick as she slid her mouth as far down as she could go. My head fell back on the bed.

"Oh fuck Mom! That feels soooo good!"

She paused and looked up at me.

"When you're ready George, just tell me you're cumming then just let it go. I want it, I want all of it, okay?"

Then her mouth was back on my cock. I just lay there and let my mother suck my dick. Soon, too soon I felt the surge coming.

"Oh Mom! I'm gonna cum soon!"

She picked up the pace and began stroking the part of my cock that wasn't in her mouth.

"Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuucccccckkkkk!" I whispered hoarsely as I felt my spunk race through my cock in into Mom's mouth. She stayed right on me, swallowing every bit. When I twitched from the over sensitivity she let me slide out of her mouth.

"You liked that, huh?"

"oh yeah!"

"Well, I'm going to teach you how to please Mom the same way."

"Now?"

"No baby, not now. Not after school today either, you owe Mommy a good fucking. But soon."

Mom waited a few days. I fucked my bed which had become a poor substitute for her mouth and pussy. On a sunny Friday I walked into my house. It was 3:40. Not hearing anything downstairs I headed up to my room. Her door was open. She was on her bed naked, smiling.

"I'll be here when you're ready dear."

I was in her room in five minutes, after dropping my books and my clothes in my room. I stood next to her bed, my cock rock hard and dripping. I'd only had my cock inside my mother for that wonderful five seconds, I was wanting more. I moved to climb up on the bed.

"Hold on young man. I have something different for you to do today."

She lay back and spread her thin legs. Her pussy seemed bigger, wetter, and then I figured it out. She'd trimmed her pubic hair way back. With its light color it was almost like it wasn't there. It looked so clean. Then I remembered Sally Shockton. She lived next door for a few years. When we were little kids we showed each other our privates. Mom's looked almost like that. Mom saw me staring.

"You like it? I trimmed it all way back. You know what I want you to do?"

"Yes, use my mouth, like you did."

"Can you do that?"

I wanted to please her, like she had pleased me. 

"I want to try."

"You know what happens when I cum. You gonna be Okay with that too?"

"I've already tasted your cum Mom, I don't mind, really."

She got that wicked smile and spread herself wide.

"Then get up her and eat Momma's pussy."

I lay down between her legs. She had a big pillow under her butt so her pussy was angled up nicely. I moved my face closer, not having any idea what to do next. I needn't have worried.

"Lick the sides, George, right next to my legs, then up and all around. Don't' lick the middle yet, get me real crazy first. OOOOOOHHHHHHHH FFFUUUUUUUUCCCCKKK THAT'S GOOOOOOD!"

I ran my tongue along the groove between her pussy lips and her leg. Her sex scent was strong and her skin was smooth and warm. She quivered as my wet probe ran up and along the top at the edge of her stubble. Then I ran my tongue down the other side, towards her butt. There was a steady stream of milky fluid running out of the gaping lips of her pussy. I could even see her clit sticking out, begging to be touched. I made another lap.

"Oh fuck baby you are good! Tease Mommy baby. Now, run your finger up and down my slit, don't go in. And just rub my clit a little at the top when you get there. Be careful I'm awfully close to cumming. OHHHHHH FFUUUUCCCKKK THAT'S IT!"

Her puss was soaked and my finger glided over the soft wet lips of her pussy. I enjoyed exploring; feeling how soft and wet she was. 

"Now George, make your tongue flat and lick my pussy from top to bottom, and get ready."

I lay down and got my face in position. I extended my tongue fully and pressed against my mother's pussy and slowly licked up. Then it happened. She started panting and quaking and a hard jet shot out of her pussy and right in my mouth. I clamped my mouth on Mom's pussy and she began to have spasms. Another hard jet, and a third. Then her hand was on my head pressing me away. When I leaned back I was worried. She got into the fetal position and was rocking, moaning. I just stared. After a minute she stopped and lay back and looked at me. She had a smile a mile wide.

"Oh fuck baby, that was good. Don't look so worried. When Mom has a good cum it's like that. You didn't mind me shooting in your mouth?"

I smiled, my face coated in her spend.

"I loved it Mom, really loved it. But you kinda scared me."

"Well George, I'm kind of unique. Not many women cum like I do. It's okay, it's just very very overwhelming when it happens, but ohhhhh so good! So now we need to take care of that hard cock you have, right?"

She lay on her back. Her ass was in the middle of the wet spot from her first cum. She spread wide again and smiled.

"Come on baby, give Mom a good fucking. Slide inside me and just do what feels good."

As I moved over her she pulled her legs way back and lay them on my shoulders.

"You'll get in deeper this way. Now George, do it slow or fast hard or soft, I can take it. This is all about you. Now stick that hard cock inside your mother and when you're ready, just cum baby, fill me up."

My cock slid right in. She was soaked. Looking back, she wasn't the tightest pussy I was ever in but she was the first and it felt great, a wet warm glove grasping every inch of my cock as I slid in. After having her cum on my face I should have shot the second I was in her but I didn't.

"Oh George! FUCK ME! You feel so good! Ahhhhhhhhhh yeeeess fill me up baby! Mom needs a big cock."

I picked up the pace. I was loving this feeling and her dirty talk was really turning me on. I knew I wasn't going to last long. I looked down and saw one of her hard nipples, I bent and took it in my mouth.

"ARRRRRGGHHHHH CUMMING CUMMING! OHHH FUUCK!"

My cock was bathed as the fluid gushed out and over my sack. I was almost there and I really began to ram her.

"DO IT! DO IT! HARDER! YES! FUCK ME HARD GEORGE! OHHHHHH YEEESSS!"

I rammed in one more time and felt my cum rocket out as she quaked under me. It felt amazing. Mom was like a rag under me. She laid panting, her arms and legs thrown out to the sides. I pulled my cock out and lay next to her. She looked at the ceiling as she spoke.

"I've been waiting for this Moment for four years."

"What?"

"Oh George, when I saw your cute ass fucking your bed I wanted it. But I knew I had to wait. So I got you interested. I didn't plan you seeing me masturbate that just sped things up a bit."

Well, I spent my last high school year having regular sex with Mom. That, of course trained me well and I got lots of high school pussy too. Mom didn't mind, I always had some left for her. The summer after I graduated from High School Dad succumbed to his many ailments. He never knew but he lived long enough to see my graduate with honors and be accepted at an Ivy League school, which, oddly enough was four hours from home, which led to a very interesting weekend. One of many like it after that.

Mid October, my roommate, Frank was going home for the weekend. It was a real slow weekend so a lot of people had left campus. I had a car, from the life insurance, and had moved myself up there. Mom had to get a job after Dad passed. On Thursday night my phone went off, it was Mom.

"George, you miss Mom?"

Now we had done phone sex once or twice but with a roommate it was tough. I thought that's what she was doing, I was wrong. 

"Yeah Mom I do miss you, you know that."

"What do you miss?" 

"Ohhhh you're great cooking and doing my laundry and stuff." 

There was a pause. 

"And stuff? What stuff son?" 

Now I let her off the hook. 

"Oh like how you suck my hard cock till I spew in your mouth." 

I heard her gasp. 

"Ohhhhhhh fuuuck that's so nice to hear. Would you like to spew in Mom's mouth baby?" 

I was hard just thinking about it. 

"Oh yeah Mom, but its Saturday night and I'd never get back in time." 

"Good thing I'm downstairs in the parking lot." 

I was stunned. 

"George, are you going to let me in so I can fuck you senseless in your dorm room?" 

I dropped the phone to go let her in.

We were naked, it was midnight. Mom was riding me hard. The bed was already soaked from her first three cums. I had held off so well but I just couldn't. I was panting hard. 

"Ohhhhhhh fuuuuccccckkkkk HERE IT CUMS!" 

I rammed up hard and felt the glorious release as my sperm rocketed into her soaked puss. Mom collapsed on top of me and then I heard it. The gentle rustle of clothing. I peered around Mom and right into the astonished face of Frank, my roommate. He just stood there. Then he half whispered. 

"I came back early." 

Mom heard that and turned around. To her credit she took over. It was obvious he had been watching for a while. He had a huge bulge in his slacks. I tried to remember if I had said Mom at all. I was sure I hadn't. Mom smiled at Frank.

"Hi, I'm Nora, George's friend. You're Frank?" 

He just nodded. Mom continued. 

"George and I are real good friends as I'm sure you noticed. Come over here." 

Frank walked somnambulistically over to Mom. She calmly reached out and rubbed the bulge in Frank's pants. 

"Frank, would you like to be my friend too?" 

He started to catch on and looked at me. I smiled and nodded my head. 

"Yes, I'd like that a lot." 

"Well Frank we need to get you naked so I can see this nice prick of yours. George, could you give me a hand?" 

Well, I'd never undressed a guy before but I jumped up. It didn't matter, as fast as Mom got his pants down he had his jacket and shirt off. He shucked his shoes and stepped out of his pants and briefs. I'd never seen Frank with a boner. It wasn't bad, a little thinner than mine but just as long. Mom wasted no time. His cock disappeared into her mouth. He groaned, deeply.

"Ohhhhhhh I've never had that done! That feels sooooo fucking good! I'm not going to last long Nora." 

Mom pulled off and smiled. 

"Go ahead and cum Frank then you'll last longer in my cunt." 

I'd never heard her use that word but it acted like a trigger for poor Frank. 

"Ohhhhhhh shiiiitttttt here it CUMS!" 

I saw Mom's cheeks flex as she swallowed Franks cum, she loved to swallow. After three of those she let his cock loose. I thought he was going to collapse but he remained standing.

Frank looked at me, panting, his face red and smiled. 

"You SURE you don't mind?" 

I smiled back. 

"If it's okay with Nora, it's okay with me. I'll just sit back and take a break. By the time she wears you out, I'll be ready again." 

I'd never watched anybody have sex before. Of course I'd never seen my mother fuck anyone else. I wasn't sure how I'd feel. I felt great. It was ridiculously exciting to watch Franks cock ramming my mother's pussy and more so to hear her.

"OH Frank! Fuck me! Fuck me harder, DO IT! Oh fuuuuccckkkkk I'm coming again!" 

His young body over hers. Watching his young trim ass flexing back and forth, seeing his hard prick appear and disappear, shiny with my Mom's cum all over it. I was hoping he'd cum soon, my cock was rigid and I wanted a turn. I didn't have long to wait. 

"Oh Nora! I'm gonna come! Ohhhhhh fuuuucccckkk shiiittt, unnngggghhhhh!" 

With that I saw him drive deep and hold. His ass cheeks tensed and I knew he was filling her puss with his cum. Mom was quaking under him and I knew she was cumming too. 

"Ohh Frank, that was sooooo good baby!" 

He slowly let his shrinking cock slide out of her and as he rose she turned her head and looked at me. She was searching my face for a reaction. Once Frank had mounted her she had been in the zone. I assume his was the first cock she'd had since mine and she had loved it. Now she was worried that she'd gone too far. She needed to be reassured. A quick look at my twitching cock did most of that.

"I guess you liked watching, George?" 

I took my cock in my hand and gave it a stroke. "Uh huh, but not as much as other things." 

Mom reached down and took a few fingers of their mixed fluids and put her fingers in her mouth. My cock twitched again. 

"Oh and what might that be George?" I moved to the bed and began to climb on. 

"Well, filling that pussy again seems to head the list." 

She put her hand up. 

"Not that way baby, from behind this time and do it real hard, I need you to finish me off for the night."

She moved to her hands a knees and I slid in behind her. Her pussy was wide open, red from all the fucking and dripping a mixture of our three fluids. I don't know why but my Mom being such a slut turned me on and I grabbed her slim hip bones and rammed my dick into her.

"Ohhhhh fuck George! Do it! Fucking ram me...HARD!" 

I did it too, I had her hips gripped in my hands and I bottomed out hard every time I went in, she loved it. She was face down on the bed, a hand full of sheets in each fist as I fucked her hard. The bed creaked in protest and the air was filled with the scent of sex. Mom was cumming.