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Mother

By: Ellisyn



Attempting to put into words, the thoughts of a mother, and failing miserably.

I love you are not words mere enough for a glimpse of what we perceive to be the greatest wisdom of all. Over time and years of what we refer to as living have taught me more things about the inner self than I ever could have wished to be victim to. And Elliot was just part of my teachings, a fragment of life shattered by the loss of an ivory innocence, folded with all graceful curves of a budding rose, floating downstream on a river of blood that flowed from my body like so many crystalline tears. Until the river was swept into the ocean of all women who cry and bleed and live without ever knowing why or how, or for what the pain of their existence is all for.

Watching myself grow rounder, fuller...feeling the life within me that brought with it fear and hope and complete uncertainty. Knowing as I know my own name that nothing could ever change what was happening to me...not knowing if I really wanted it to change at all. People watching me, people whispering...their eyes burning like demon fire. God how I wish they could walk for one day knowing what I know, feeling what I feel, feeling that life within me as it lives and moves and grows. I stare back to unsettle them, unblinking, unforgiving. They look away but the whispering continues. I have no one to whisper to. I have lost again and look away with eyes full of remorse and hurt and that glint of fear. Fear of the pain? No...more accurately described as fear of failure. What kind of mother will I be? Hands explore a surface so hard and round and promising, feeling that pulse of life within, wishing I could look like this forever and have someone to whisper to. And then the pain came, and I wonder why I was not in fear of it. Pain like a river, a waterfall, an earthquake...pain like a volcanic eruption that makes me scream and scream and scream. So much pain to deliver a life so small.

Giving birth was perhaps the most painful and colorful moment of my life, the ripping of a soul that I’m not even sure exists. It tore from me like the wing of bird, disabling my flight through the azure dawn of existence. I felt that when I was crying my tears were made of glass because they hurt as they came out razor edges carving bloody scars down my cheeks dropping like bullets onto my heaving chest, dividing lines around my heart, stilling my flowing stream of consciousness into a stagnant pool of sharp edged and bitter regret. My whole being became pain. I was a soul writhing in a sea of boiling agony and I screamed like a wolf that howls in mourning. I screamed like a bird that soars across the horizon. And all eyes were on me and I was dying in the pain that engulfed me and swallowed me whole. If only I could die I would be happy.

Laying eyes on my son erased the pain and closed the wounds on my face and body, it breathed new life into me and assured me that our souls are real, and that our pain however intolerable is fleeting and not in vain. I was afraid to touch him as if he were made out of cotton candy and my fingers could reshape him and turn him into nothing but so much sugar from which he was made. My blood marked his body, proving that he was mine. My flesh, my blood, a new life born of my womb. A new soul to sprout wings and fly if only I could teach him. Suddenly all my fears and inadequacies as a mother seemed very real. God trusts us with this great task and I felt so much less than worthy. God my son...my son...

Years later I could not begin to recall the fervor with which those brief shards of time were lived and wept and dissolved into a dream filled with nothing more than ashes of my memories. I held him in my arms feeling his flesh like crushed velvet, damp with the sweat of his body, his hair resting like strands of a spider’s web against my scarred chest and divided heart, listening to the murmur of his life’s breath through parted lips the color of a peach when it’s cut in the light of the sun. And in those moments of holding this creature against me I felt like a hollow shell compared to the brilliance of his life. My son, who stole my life in order to live, and weak and dying though I am, I will forever see his brilliance shining through fragments of time, glowing and growing, for as long as time exists.

Mother Abuse



Note: This story contains incest and to some extent non-consensual sex. All characters depicted are no younger than 18 years of age.

*

The doorbell rang. Robert had hoped Bill would had left before this, but their conversation had dragged on, both had lost count of time and it was now well past midnight.

Robert went to open the door. He was almost certain about what he was about to see, and he didn't turn out wrong. As he opened the door the smell of alcohol struck Robert in the face. He saw a cab standing in front of the house. The driver, an old black man, holding his half conscious mother at the elbow.

"This your mom, kid?"

He nodded and reached into his pocket.

"That'll be eight fifty."

He gave the man the money. As Robert took his mom by the arm to lead her in, the pitiful eyes of the driver, about to turn back, followed him. The door closed behind them.

"I think I'd better go," Robert heard Bill's voice behind him. Burning inside, he turned around. Another pitiful glance awaited him. Bill's glance fell from Robert to his mother.

"Yeah, sure..."

Bill hesitated a moment, but felt he'd better be quick, opened the door and vanished. Thank god, Robert thought. Leaned against the wall, Melissa was blabbering something half hearable. Robert urged her to move, she didn't resist much. They walked through the corridor, into her bedroom. Melissa almost fell onto the bed.

Now Robert had become good at this. Her shoes went off first. He managed to take her blouse and skirt off pretty quickly. The stockings. Now that was a bit of a problem, but northing's impossible. Soon Melissa was left in panties and a bra. Robert sat down and looked at his mother, lying semi naked on the bed totally drunk. He was to used to this really. The first time he undressed her made him so horny, he spend the whole night jerking off. But not anymore. He was actually mad at her, but his anger ceased down. All right, it was Billy after all. He had seen this happen before, and he had nothing to be ashamed of in front of his best friend.

Robert looked back at his mom; she had fallen asleep, half lying on her belly, her feet still on the floor. Slowly Robert reached out and touched her bare leg. He moved his hand up and down her thigh, then touched her panties, and with a light movement, slipped his hand under them. As he stroked around lazily, Robert smiled to himself. He deserved this at least. Still, he didn't go on with this much longer. He got up, pulled the covers aside and moved Melissa up so that she was lying on the bed. She moaned, but didn't wake up. After a short hesitation, he quickly undid the hook of her bra, turned her around and pulled the bra from under her. Robert spend a quick moment looking at his mother's naked breasts. Almost obstinately it seemed he spend the time ticking away the seconds in his mind, rather than looking. Then in a rash move, he pulled the covers over her.

Robert looked around the room. The bra was still in his hands. He picked up the dresses from the floor, and as he was about to put them somewhere something struck him. A wicked smile suddenly appeared on his face. He stood in the middle of the room for a moment, then he switched the light off, and walked out, with the heap of dress in his hand.

A short corridor lead to the kitchen. Robert went there, flipped the switch and dropped the dress right in the middle of the kitchen. Not without some enjoyment, he kicked them around the floor bit so the different pieces got scattered. Finally Robert walked into the living room and brought the plates, coffee cups and full ash tray left over from the evening and laid them on the kitchen table.

A final look around to see if everything was ok. Enough for today, light's off, he strolled off to bed.

* * *

It was somewhere past eleven, when Robert woke up. He turned around lazily and looked at the clock. Slowly the past day's events came to his mind. Again, he was struck by a burst of anger, but he calmed down shortly after. Another short moment to remember the previous day and he suddenly sprang up and walked to the door. He looked out, everything was still. Then he noticed his mother's jacket, in the end of the corridor, where he had kicked it. He smiled and went off to the bathroom. Some five minutes and Robert was back in the room to get dressed. He then went into the kitchen and switched the coffee machine on.

Some fifteen minutes had passed. Robert was almost done with his coffee, and eating the last of his biscuits, when he heard some noise from his mother's bedroom. He tensed his ears, she was getting up all right. He hard her walk around the room, then the door of her bathroom open and close. Minutes later her bedroom door opened and she slowly walked into the kitchen, dressed in her light robe.

Robert sat, watching amused, as she stopped in the middle of the doorway to look around. Her face was utterly blank, she looked as if she hadn't slept a whole week. Melissa looked down, moving her glance from the jacket, on which she was nearly standing, to the blouse, her skirt, and the bra, which lay right in the middle of the room. She looked totally confused.

"Good morning Robbie," she finally said.

"Morning Ma," Robert sipped the last of his coffee. Boy, she must be really bad, he thought as he looked at his mother. Melissa finally stepped into the kitchen, keeled down and picked up her the bra. She then walked over to the fridge stove which was next to Robert's chair, and leaned herself against it.

"What happened yesterday?" she asked, still holding the bra, apparently not knowing what to do with it.

"Well, you came in drunk..." he said looking up at her, as she was standing just next to him.

"I know that."

"Billy was here."

"Billy?" she asked hesitantly, "Did he see..."

"Of course he did," Robert cut her abruptly. He watched the nervous expression of her face with a sort of satisfaction. Melissa looked around with her lost glance once again, probably trying to tie things together. She finally took a biscuit and began chewing it.

Robert watched her for a second or two. Suddenly he reached out and lay his hand on her thigh, just like the last day, only above the dress. Melissa shuddered slightly and made a faint movement to push him away, but she didn't say anything. Robert was used to his mother's hang-overs, he had done this before and he was almost sure that she liked it. Not too pressing, he caressed her lazily.

"So you don't remember anything huh?"

"No..."

"Billy and I were sitting here, when you walked in," Robert said, slowly pressing on the movement of his hand.

"And?" Melissa looked around nervously once again.

"And... You came in throwing your jacket on the ground."

"What? I..." Melissa's teeth cluttered as she looked at the jacket in the end of the corridor then at the rest of the dresses on the floor. Robert now moved his hand further up, so that it pressed between the wall and his mother's ass. Melissa didn't even notice this, she was looking stunned at the bra in her hand.

"U-huh," Robert struggled to keep the tone of his voice constant, "And the rest too."

Melissa let a loud desperate moan. Her hands dropped helplessly, as she stared at the floor. Robert looked at his mother's helpless face, more lost than ever, with a feeling of satisfaction. Boy, was he loving this...

But... Robert was far from over with her. Suddenly, with a rash movement, he pulled his hand away from her. His lazy mood had vanished in an instant. With an energetic move he thrust his hand under the gown. He almost grabbed Melissa's leg, just above the knee, then slid his hand up, again going over her thigh and straight towards the ass.

"Robbie!!!" Melissa shrieked. She tried to push back. His hand was now firmly clutching her ass, his fingers losing themselves in the cloth of her panties.

"Robbie, hell, what are you doing!"

"Ah, come on Mom, you go around showing people your boobs, don't I have a right to play around with you a bit?"

His fingers had found their way under her panties. Melissa was pushing pack, but wearily, without much effort. Suddenly Robert grabbed her arm with his free hand, and pulled her down, so that she fell into his lap.

"Robert, please!"

He took no notice of her pleas. Now that she was seating on top of him, he could play around freely with both hands. He fondled both her legs, running his hands up and down her thighs.

"Now Ma, I haven't even told you all the stuff you were blabbering yesterday..."

"What?!" Melissa cried out amid her faint attempts to push her sons prying hands away.

Robert wasn't hasty to answer. Instead, he suddenly stopped playing with his mother's legs and moved up. With a quick motion he pushed the two sides of her robe apart. She had no bra on, just as he had left her the day before, and her breasts opened themselves to him. Now though, he didn't shy in observing them.

"Ah, Robbie!" again Melissa tried to cover her breasts, but Robert held her hands apart. He then began fondling his mother's tits, simultaneously moving her body up and down by raising and lowering his knees under her.

"Robbie, please," Melissa moaned, "You've seen enough of me already, haven't you?"

"Don't be stupid, Ma," Robert's hand squeezed her tit, "I see those boobs of your's each time I have to get you into bed."

Melissa opened her mouth to say something but stopped. Instead she just looked at him helplessly, as his hands alternated between her breasts and ass. Too numb, to feel her son's swollen crotch under her, she was trying to understand where would all this lead.

"What did I say yesterday," she finally said with a long sigh.

Now, Robert had to improvise here. He didn't envision all of this going so far. Still, he had improvised several times now, and it brought him immense pleasure. Amid the excitement of playing with his mother in that manner, he was also turned on by the way he was exploiting her.

"You said..." Robert's hand ran up Melissa's inner thigh and stopped right at her panty, "You said something about Jason."

He chuckled to himself as he observed Melissa's expression grow ever more tense.

"What?!"

With his other hand Robert cupped her breast, then pressed her tit between his fingers.

"I'm not quite sure," Robert said slowly, as his fingers squeezed her tit, and his other hand pressed over her panties.

"I had gone out for a moment, Billy was here with you," still slowly he tried to emphasize this. Still he hardly managed to keep his voice steady, praying he could pull this last one off.

"Well Ma, I didn't quite catch your words... Billy must have heard you better, but I guess it was something about Jason not fucking you."

He rolled the word 'fucking' meticulously, pronouncing it almost like an Englishman. His heart now rushed. Robert didn't know who the hell Jason was. He had heard a bit of Melissa's phone conversation with a friend, he was pretty confident that last night she, together with a couple of ladies, some of her friends, had been around this Jason. This was all he knew, but just a little something told Robert that he was playing the right card.

Melissa let a long, loud moan of despair. Just a look at her face and Robert knew immediately that he had done this last trick. Suddenly the rest seemed so trivial. With a new rush of adrenaline, Robert pushed himself a bit back from under her, so that he could undo his pants. In a second his large, swollen dick poking out, almost from under his mother's leg. At first she didn't notice it, but as he started stroking it, at the same time continuing to fondle her, her eyes turned toward him.

"Robert!"

"Ah, please," his voice had now lost the slight nervous tremble it had before. All that was left now was the sheer sexual excitement.

With his newly found confidence Robert suddenly grabbed Melissa's hand and pulled it towards his crotch. She almost didn't resist, and Robert pressed her palm firmly over his dick. Something new and exciting suddenly rushed through his body. The feeling of his mother's hand pressing against his hard dick was just overwhelming.

Robert let go of Melissa's hand, but she didn't move it. She was just looking stunned at him. Robert licked his finger and pressed it against his mother's tit. His other hand was stroking her thigh.

"Robert, please... This is wrong!"

He didn't say anything. All he could still feel was his mother's hand pressing against his dick. Suddenly he realized he could also feel it move a bit. He could sense her fingers fold slightly - as if she was couping them around his dick. Robert glanced at her face. He could sense her effort - she was trying to hold herself back but could hardly manage. All that had happened in the past minutes was enough to overwhelm anyone in Roberts place, and sure enough, it was only due to his unnatural ability to retain control, that he manage to remain cool when his body was wildly pumping adrenaline into his blood. Still, the sight of his mother forcefully holding herself back from stroking his dick was almost too much. A shiver past through him. Robert closed his eyes. It seemed that he was going to cum right there. Another shiver, his heart pumping, then it passed. He opened his eyes. Melissa hadn't noticed anything, she was just looking down bluntly.

Now that Robert had regained his relative coolness he couldn't let this one go.

"That's it Mom, you're doing it, you're stroking me," he chuckled loudly. Melissa let a sudden long moan.

"Come on Ma, do it for real, give your son a handjob," with a swift, certain motion Robert's hand dug under Melissa's panties and pressed against the wet pussy. His fingers were now finding their way into her slit.

"No Robbie, this is very wrong," Melissa moaned, but she had already lost all control. Her fingers were now stroking Robert's shaft from to bottom.

Robert could have went on playing with his mother's conscience, but he suddenly felt that he wouldn't hold on long. With a rash motion he pushed her up. It came so sudden that Melissa couldn't quite stand up, managing to hold herself from falling, only by holding on to the edge of the table. But Robert had already sprung up. Holding her by the hips he didn't let her stand up, instead lowered her down on the floor. As soon as Melissa touched the floor she didn't resist. The floor wasn't cold, and she could lean her head against the wall.

Robert dropped his pants and stepped out of them. He kneeled down in front of his mother, and without even looking up at her grabbed her panties and pulled them down. Seconds later he had spread her legs apart and moved forward. Robert then stopped. His glance dropped on Melissa's face. The blunt, lost glance, wasn't hard to decipher. His heart now beating like mad, Robert still wanted a last exploit. Changing his voice to something between disappointment and childish hopefulness he said:

"Come on Ma, don't you want it?"

Melissa couldn't say anything. Robert was kneeling between her legs, his dick inches away from her pussy. Filling his voice with more disappointment:

"Ah Mom, if you don't want me to fuck you, just say so."

Robert was loving this. Melissa's face was something to die for. He could see her gulp.

"So what?" pushing himself slightly back Robert was testing his patience like he had never done before. Melissa's face had changed again. Now it showed a fight in her.

"Mom, I want you to say it. Will I fuck you now or not?"

Melissa gulped again. She said something hardly hearable, but Robert knew it was a yes. Still he made a lost face.

"No?"

Melissa's face was unbearable. Robert was already moving further back, as if preparing to stand up.

"No... No, do it!"

Robert managed to hold back the grin.

"Do what Ma? Do you want me to..."

"Fuck me."

Robert moved back to where he had been.

"Are you sure Mom? I want you to say it once more."

Melissa's throat strained. But right then her face seemed to calm a bit.

"Robbie, please..."

"Aha?"

"Please.. fuck your mother, baby.."

This was too much for Robert to manage. Without a further word, he flung himself forward. In a second his dick had pushed Melissa's pussy lips apart and was deep inside. Robert grabbed his mother's body somewhere above the hips and began pushing in and out. He had suddenly lost all of his previous coolness. When he was about to do this, Robert had planned to watch his mother's face, but now he forgot all of that. He thrust in and out wildly with closed eyes.

He even seemed not to hear Melissa's loud, long moans, as she felt like being ripped apart. Her pussy, for the last years penetrated only by her fingers, seemed unable to handle such a pounding.

It lasted probably a minute. Robert didn't make any sign; when he pulled out the second stream of cum was flowing out, covering Melissa's pussy. The third landed on her belly. Even after that the white liquid kept flowing out, looking like a continuous stream, not bound to end.

Panting heavily, Robert looked down. His mother's pussy and everything around it appeared to him covered in white. He hadn't come like that never before. Slowly he seemed to regain his senses. Robert looked up at his mother. She was also panting, her face showing a wild mix of pane, shame, disgusts and pleasure.

Robert helped her up and seated her in a chair. Melissa didn't say anything while Robert messed around a bit. He wanted to get out of the house as quick as possible, so he quickly collected the dresses on the floor, and without looking up at his mom, left for his room. A pair of jeans and a clean light jacket, and Robert was out, behind the wheel and driving down the narrow street.

He didn't drive far though. One corner behind him, he realized he could end up in hospital in he went on like this. Robert pulled over and switched the ignition off. He sat there in the car thinking the situation over. As he regained his calmness he began to think of all the things he would have done if he had remained cool in the end. He'd have asked his mom if she liked it and he would have made her admit she did. He knew just how far he could go on playing with her mind and conscience.

Half an hour might have passed before he realized, this was no place to park. He turned the engine on and drove off.

* * *

It was past ten in the evening, when Robert drove up to the house. He saw a light inside, and smiled to himself. When he opened the door and walked into the living room he knew exactly what to expect, and didn't end up wrong. Melissa lay in an armchair, before her was a bottle of vodka. Another one, stood on the table unopened.

"Hi mom," Robert said walking into the room, "Drinking again?"

He said this with a regretful tone, but he actually was more than happy to see her in that state. It made everything so much simpler.

Melissa didn't answer, but she didn't resist, when Robert helped her up and began walking her to her bedroom. Inside he lay her down on the bed, just like the previous night, only now she wasn't that drunk and didn't fall asleep. Robert began undressing her. This wasn't quite like the times before. Then Robert would be more cautious, he wouldn't act so bold and straightforward. Now he didn't even look up as he unbuttoned Melissa's blouse, then pushed it towards her shoulders, almost expecting her to react and help get it off. When she did, and the blouse was off he left her upper body with the bra on and moved down. Quickly he pulled his mother's trousers down, urged her legs up so that he could take them off altogether. Melissa didn't resist any single one of his actions. When he was done with her pants he then quickly undid her bra and pulled it off, showing almost no interest in what lay under it.

Finally Robert stepped back and looked his mother in the eyes. Then he unzipped his jeans and let them fall down. Another second and his underpants were down. Robert hadn't miscalculated himself. His dick wasn't hard at all. Actually it took quite some effort to manage and he was happy with himself.




Mother Abuse



Robert didn't need to wait long before he caught Melissa's glance staring at his crotch. Robert walked up, so he stood just inches away from her. Melissa still didn't take her eyes away from the hairy thing that dangled right in front of her. Suddenly, just as Robert was about to say something, she slowly reached out an put her hand against his dick. Her fingers slid under it's shaft and with a calm motion began stroking it.

Robert smiled. His meaty cock quickly took shape, as her tender fingers rubbed against it. It didn't take a minute before his manhood stretched out in it's full length, pointing somewhere above Melissa's head.

"Good girl," Robert whispered. But his mother didn't show any reaction. She kept her glance away from his eyes, as her fingers worked their job, coupling his balls, stroking his shaft and head.

Robert wasn't going to stop there however. With a somewhat clumsy movement he pushed his body towards Melissa, so that his dick touched her cheek. He then moved down a bit so that it touched her just above the tip of the mouth. Melissa didn't react. Robert urged her, pressing against her mouth.

"Come on baby," Robert had decided to call her that, "don't you want to give me a blowjob?"

Melissa still wouldn't open. Her finger played bluntly with his dick, but she wouldn't open her mouth. Robert reached out and touched her breast. His finger got hold of the hard nipple and began playing with it. He then slowly moved the tip of his dick around her face.

"Come on baby, be a good mommy, open your mouth for your boy."

Robert could see his dirty talk in action. He could see it on his mother's face. He had noticed the action before, but for the first time he realized - she was really enjoying it. It even seemed to him, that she was deliberately pushing him to dirty talk her further, by refusing to take him in. With his hand still on her breast he continued.

"See those droplets of precum honey, I know you're dying to taste the real thing."

Looking down at his mother's face Robert was now almost certain. He began stroking her hair.

"Now then," he shoved his dick under her nose, "Open up and show me you've got more holes to you than that hairy cunt of yours."

Melissa was beginning to break. Robert was dying of excitement as he felt her lips slowly move apart.

"That's it it Ma, be a good girl and show me you're as good at sucking as I imagined."

She was still hesitant. His cock-head was nested between her lips, he knew that a light push would do the job, but he wanted his mom to do it herself. His hand trembled as it went down her hair.

"Don't make me fuck your mouth Mom, a bitch your age ought to swallow cock with ease."

With those words the tip of his dick touched her tongue. It was simple as that. Robert couldn't do much now, except moan and pant, as his shaft rubbed against his mother's tongue and the head explored her mouth.

Robert hands clung to Melissa's hair. He looked down but quickly realized that the sight was too much, even for him. His vision seemed to blacken, he closed his eyes and tried to imagine that this was some street whore not his mother blowing his dick. And boy, did she feel like a whore. Drunk as she were, Melissa sucked like Robert had never imagined possible.

It didn't last long. With all his power of will Robert was helpless. Just a minute had passed when he felt his muscles contracting uncontrollable. It took him another moment to realize he was pumping cum into his mother's mouth.Overwhelmed, Robert pulled out, the streams of cum still exiting his dick, covering her chin, mouth and dripping down on her breasts.

"Good girl," Robert panted. Smiling he nudged Melissa's head so that she looked up at him. He could still see the confusion of feeling that was there in the morning, but he could also see unhidable pleasure. He pressed his dick to her cheek, and let the last droplets of cum cover her just beneath the eyes.

Robert suddenly noticed that her tongue had reached out and was touching his balls. Excited, Robert pushed them closer, until the hairy mass pressed against Melissa's willing mouth.

"That's right baby. You're one good cock-sucking bitch, mom."

For a minute Melissa silently licked her sons balls, as several more drops of cum poured out to find their way to her face. Finally Robert moved back and looked at his mother.

"Did you like it Mom?" Robert kept stroking her hair.

Melissa hesitated. She was looking up, but her face still showed a mix of emotions. Robert kept stroking her hair.

"Didn't you enjoy sucking off your son?"

"Yes..." Melissa said after a short pause.

"I enjoyed it too," Robert's hands reached out to touch her breasts. For a minute his fingers played around her tits, squashing the several drops of cum that had landed on them around. Melissa waited silently.

"Ok mom, you've been a good girl today, I think you deserve a treat."

Robert leaned down and grabbed Melissa's panties by the sides. Only then did he notice a large wet spot right in the middle of them. With a quick motion he pulled the underwear down till Melissa's knees. Without a word she obediently raised her legs to let him pull her panties completely off.

Robert didn't stop at all. Continuing in his rash, disinterested manner, he spread her legs apart, keeled down and pressed his tongue against the wet hairs. Melissa moaned. Robert licked again, pushing his tongue deeper, then he pulled back and looked up. His mother's face had changed again. It was no longer pitiful, the drunk eyes were still there, but so was a streak of passion.

"Do you like this?"

"Yes, Robbie", she whispered.

"Do you want me to lick you more?"

"Yes..."

He pressed against her pussy again, then pulled back once more.

"Now make me believe it," his voice was demanding.

Melissa hesitated, but she spoke her words quite clearly.

"Lick me Robbie, please, lick my pussy."

Several more long seconds his tongue ran the length of her slit.

"Good girl, but let's call it your cunt, ma."

Melissa sounded as if she had suddenly become sober, "Be nice to mommy, dear, lick that cunt of hers..."

That was all. Unbeknown to Melissa, Robert came once more, right then. He didn't even care about licking her, it didn't turn him on, he just went on with it. He simply realized that the job was done, there was no turning back. That was what really turned him on.

* * *

Days passed. Contrary to what could be expected, that day didn't turn out to be exceptional for Robert and his mother. Melissa was in no position to control events, and Robert had not the slightest intention of stopping what had started. Even more than the most passionate of couples, their life began to revolve around the sole idea of sex.

Robert went on with his casual, sometimes careless behavior with his mother. It was a part of their sexual life that served to turn him on more than anything. What was more the same was true for Melissa. It seemed that she tolerated Robert's attitude because of her physical weakness, but the reality was that she enjoyed it to an extreme.

Robert also never gave up the pleasure of playing with his Melissa's nerves. Once she was standing at the sink washing the dishes, when she heard his voice, approaching from behind. Robert was talking on his mobile, probably it was one of his friends. She could hear him laugh.

"Ok, Mat, you guys have a good time... No, no, I'm not coming today... Na-h I've got a cunt to fuck today."

Melissa's body tensed. Robert was standing right behind her. Suddenly, with a sharp, almost violent movement he thrust his hand under her skirt and grabbed her ass. Melissa couldn't hold back a loud shriek. Her cheeks were suddenly on fire, as she heard the voice on the other end roar with coarse laughter. She imagined the way she had sounded.

"See... Ok.. No, no, it's not Jessie, you know... it's my mom."

Melissa's knees seemed to give way. For a moment her heartbeat rang in her ears. It took her quite some time to realize that Robert had already hung up before he said that. When her heartbeat was finally back to normal she wanted to turn around and scream at Robert. She didn't however. His hands had already managed in peeling her underwear aside, and his dick was pushing towards her pussy from behind. 

Apart from such incidents their life went on as one would expect a loving couple to progress. Sometimes when bolts of guilt hit her Melissa wanted to sit down and talk to Robert. She couldn't help thinking that all of this was wrong. She did however quickly realize, that it was beyond her strength. Not least because she really didn't want to stop having sex with her son and because with every day that passed all that continued between them became ever more commonplace, and confronting it became ever harder.

Another thing happened however. Shortly after their first coupling, Robert began to notice that his mother stopped getting drunk to the extreme extent he usually found her in. Some days she even remained almost sober till nightfall. The rest of time she would stop drinking as soon as Robert was around, ready to turn his attention to her body.

This was something even Robert had never anticipated. At first it seemed to him, that this could mean an end to their sexual life, after all, nothing of what had happened would if not for Melissa's drinking. But he was wrong. The less she drank, the more she demanded from him. At times it seemed that she was silently blackmailing him: fuck me, or else I'll get drunk.

It took some time, several months, before she finally stopped, but she eventually did. Melissa was still weak, but she had quit alcohol altogether. As Robert liked to think, she had traded the throat of the bottle for his dick.



Mother Accepts Role As Slut



"Can life cannot get any better than this?" wondered Paul as he sat up in his bed, drinking the mug of tea his mother had just brought him. "Who'd have thought this when Dad went off to work away for the month on the oil rig just when I came home from Uni," he mused to himself, "I wonder whether he is getting anything?"

He moved gently in his bed to ease the dulling ache in his backside caused by having lain in the same position for the last ten minutes. He looked down and noticed with pleasure that his mother was just returning to taking the head of his cock in her mouth. He slipped his hand down inside the cut of her dress so that he could feel the silky bra covering her beautifully formed breasts. He could feel the pressure exerted by this mother's nipples as she responded to his caress. "A nice handful", he thought, "Not bad for a 46 year old slut."

Paul, sighed, put his cup down, and lay back glorying in the feeling of having his mother give him yet another blow job. "Yes," he thought, "Life is good but it will get better when we drop in on Mrs Bell again and my slut of a mother can drop in on Mrs Bell's pussy. Ha ha! What a clever joke."

It had been the morning before when Paul answered the telephone call from Mrs Bell. "Is that you, Paul," asked Mrs Bell, "Is your mother home?"

"No, I mean yes. It's me. Who's calling?"

"It's Mrs Bell, Alan's mother. I thought you would recognise my voice. I'm disappointed Paul. You seemed to have forgotten me since you've been away to Uni. Have you just finished your second year?"

"Sorry, I wasn't thinking. Yes, my final year's to come and then I'll have to find a job." He was not going to explain the reason why he wasn't thinking was because he had spent the last ten minutes wanking off inside his elder sister's clean cotton bra he had found in the laundry basket. One of the perks of being alone in the house and with his sister away, a perk that might last for the rest of the week.

"My mum's out in the garden. Do you want to speak to her?"

"Err, no. It's you I wanted", replied Mrs Bell in a voice that just had a hint of seduction in it. Paul felt his cock hardening again and he knew he would have to get another bra to wank off into; Mrs Bell had really big tits so he might need two of his sister's bras to do justice to his fantasy.

Mrs Bell carried on, "I want you to come down here at exactly ten past eleven. Got it? Exactly ten past eleven. Come straight in, the door will be unlocked and I'll be in the sitting room. I have a surprise for you". Paul was struggling to cope with the conversation. His hand was inside his pants gripping his erection. He was fantasising about cumming whilst he was talking to Mrs Bell - the mother of his best friend, but more importantly, she of the big tits and even bigger cleavage.

"And no playing with yourself in the meantime. I know what you young boys are like". The telephone line went dead and Paul jerked one last time, spreading semen over his hand.

As Paul thought through the events of yesterday, he grabbed his mother's head and shoved it down so his cock speared the back of her throat. He held her head firmly and he fucked her in the mouth a few times. "Come on you slut, you'll have to do better than that. I wanna cum in your mouth and I haven't go all day. I wanna you to ride my cock this morning. Take it you bitch", he cried thrusting himself into the back of his mother's mouth again. 

He had not needed to wank since yesterday and with luck, would not need to until he went back to University. He had a mother who seemed willing to take on his cock and was pretty good with her tongue. He wondered whether his elder sister was better and whether he could get her to take his cock on. A threesome with mother and sister, a fantasy for any lad and one that might just happen. And if Mrs Bell was also willing, well he might just be able to manage three women all at once.

Paul relaxed as his mother continued to work his cock. Yesterday she had fought hard as he raped and buggered her. Now, she had come to terms with her role as his sex slave and was doing a mighty fine job. 

His mind wandered back to the events of yesterday when he had walked into Mrs Bell's living room, bang on time. He saw Mrs Bell on the settee. Her blouse unbuttoned and her mighty cleavage on show. He saw her skirt risen up her thighs to reveal her stocking tops and garter belt. He could see she was knickerless. What he could not work out, was why his mother was on all fours, in just her silky pale blue bra and panties, gorging on Mrs Bell's pussy. For a second or two he just stood there gaping as Mrs Bell ground her pussy into his mother's face.

Mrs Hughes broke the spell. 

"Glad you could make it Paul," she twinkled, "Your mother was just thanking me for helping her out."

Paul could see his mother squirming and finally breaking free of Mrs Bell's grip. Her face was covered in juices form the pussy she'd had shoved in her face.

"Oh my god, I was just ... just .." and her voices tailed away and her eyes dropped to the floor.

"She was just eating my pussy. As a good slut who owes me should," Mrs Bell interjected, "Now that you are here, perhaps you would like to take over. Would you like to fuck me, Paul?"

"No, no, not that. Please," cried his mother, "I've kept my side of the bargain. Don't involve Paul. Please."

"I think Paul his old enough to make his own mind up. Come over here Paul". It was an order Paul could not refuse. 

He sat on the settee next to Mrs Bell. She shoved his mother's face back into her pussy. "Who told you to stop," she shouted.

Keeping one hand on Paul's mother's head so it stayed pressed into her pussy, Mrs Bell, ably assisted by Paul, freed Paul's cock from his trousers. His erect cock stood proud. Even his mother could not resist a quick glance from her duties to take in the size of what he had to offer.

"My, what a big one we have here, let me help you cum over my tits," sniggered Mrs Bell.

She shoved his cock into her cleavage and let him hump away. Paul slipped his cock in and out of her bra so that the tip of his cock caressed her nipples one at a time. And his mother was still grinding away at Mrs Bell's pussy. The friction on his penis, the cleavage, the smile on Mrs Bell's face, his scantily clad mother eating pussy. It was just too much for Paul. He jerked a couple of times, grabbed a breast and pulled it free from the bra and emptied himself over the nipple. As he did so Mrs Bell gave one final push as she orgasmed and gushed her fluids over Paul's mother.

Apart from panting, there was silence. Paul's cock softened, Mrs Bell's breast was covered in cum, her pussy glistened, and Paul's mother shrank back to sit head bowed in front to that gaping pussy.

Mrs Bell was the first to move. She grabbed Paul's mother by the hair and dragged her onto her cum splattered breast.

"Clean it up, whore. Your son made the mess, and you can lick it all up."

Paul's mother knew she was humiliated and submissively started licking the salty cum off the breast. She was disgusted with herself but had surrendered her dignity already so she had no spirit left.

Paul's load wasn't that big. After all, he had already cum twice that morning. But the spectacle of watching his mother suck Mrs Bell's breast was enough to start his cock hardening again. Mrs Bell, smiled at him. Pushing his mother way, she lay back on the settee, spread her legs wide, and pulled Paul down on her.

"Fuck me," she said simply, "Fuck me hard whilst your mother watches. Let her see what your cock can do."

Paul fucked as hard as he could. Was this more like rutting? Was Mrs Bell a bigger slut than his mother? Thoughts kept flashing through Paul's mind. There was no way for his brain to cope with all this stimulation. His mother's nipples now clearly visible within her bra. Was she aroused? Was that her hand inside her panties? 

He came. Mrs Bell groaned and moaned as he did so. She pressed her pussy against his groin and gyrated a few times before shouting, "Oh fucking hell, yes, yes yes, oh my god. Yeeeeees." And she slumped down shivering as the orgasm ripped through her pussy.

Paul's eyes wandered across to his mother. Her fingers were inside her panties and she was masturbating. His own mother. In her pale blue bra and panties, her faced covered in Mrs Bell's juices, was masterbating in front of him. He moved away from Mrs Bell and sat up. Should he stare at Mrs Bell's pussy on show? Or those marvellous breasts Mrs Bell possessed. Or should he watch his mother play with herself. His mother was looking at him now. The look of a sad woman, not a lustful look. Just a pathetic pair of eyes, a grim smile, and a hand - no two now - buried inside her panties while she fingered herself.

Mrs Bell, sat up, kicking out at Paul's mother.

*Look at your mother, Paul, playing with herself. I think she's turned on by your cock. Fancy a bit of cock do you?

Mrs Bell looked at Paul's mother. "Suck his cock. I want you to clean Paul's cock. Suck your son's dick, you slut."

Paul's mind went blank. His mother slid across the floor and just took his cock into her mouth. No ceremony, just a slut sucking cock because she was a cocksucking whore. She kept up a rhythm using her hand and and her tongue. Paul's mind was just too far removed from what was going on to think it was his mother sucking him off. To him, there was just someone sucking his cock. He reached out and grabbed a handful of breast. He squeezed and heard his mother groan. But she kept up the rhythm and hardly flinched when Paul exploded in her mouth. Cum spurted out of Paul's cock leaving a small white globule on his mother's tongue.

Paul's mother pulled herself away. Wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and swallowed.

Peace followed. Paul dozed, his mother lay on the mat, the breast Paul had groped showing a softened nipple, and Mrs Bell smiled.

"Get your tits out for the lad," ordered Mrs Bell in a raised voice. The words shattered the peace and Paul shook himself awake. His mother sat up and without looking at anyone, slipped her arms around her back and unclipped her bra. Turning to face Paul, she removed her bra so that he could see her breasts. On the small side, perfectly formed and with beautiful nipples. Were these better than Mrs Bell's jugs? Perfect shape or size? Which was better, Paul could not decide.

There was no smile on his mother's face. No recognition that she was topless in front of her son. 

"Don't just sit there with that stupid look on your face. There's pussy to eat and I want eating now. Come on you slut, get your face back in here," instructed Mrs Bell as she dragged Paul's mother by the hair and forced her face back in to the gaping, moist pussy. Paul's mother didn't think about her son's cum in Mrs Bell's pussy. The pussy tasted differently but it was less disgusting than the first time she had gone down on that piss soiled pussy.

"Fuck her, Paul. I want to see you fuck your mother. Take her from behind and bury that cock in her."

Paul staggered to his feel and moved over to get behind his mother who was on all fours eating pussy. He slipped his fingers inside her pale blue silk panties and fingered her cunt. His mother wriggled and squirmed. She tried to cry out but Mrs Bell had her pinned to her pussy.

"Stop pissing about, fuck your mother now. Fuck her hard and come inside her. She wants it, the slut."

With slow deliberation, Paul took his cock in his hand to let it harden. He gently pushed it against his mother's panty clad ass, feeling the plump, rounded curves. He moved his cock around until forcing aside her panties to give him access to his mother's cunt. He positioned himself so his cock was almost touching the entrance to his mother's cunt. With a sudden stab of his hips, he pushed forward and rammed his cock into his mother's cunt.

All hell broke loose. His mother suddenly woke up to the reality of what was going on. She had extra energy now and was trying to free herself from the pussy and from her son's cock which had invaded her. She wriggled and bucked. She used all her strength to free herself but Mrs Bell's thighs were tightly clamped on her head. Mrs Bell had two hands around the back of her head and was pushing pussy and face together, almost suffocating Paul's mother. Spurred on by the extra thrashing about of Paul's mother, the two raped her face and cunt. Paul had lost any pretext of self control. He wanted to hurt his mother, show no mercy. Time and time again he violently buried his cock inside his mother's cunt. He withdrew, paused for a second, and then thrust himself back in. The more violent he was, the more his mother struggled, and the more his cock revelled in the feeling.

It took Paul four long spasms to completely empty himself into his mother's cunt. He collapsed on her, leaving his shrinking cock in her cunt whilst Mrs Bell cried out with another orgasm as she finished face fucking Paul's mother.

It went quiet as they cleaned themselves up. Paul was embarrassed about what had happened and worried that he had raped his own mother. Mrs Bell seemed unconcerned about events but still dressed quietly.

"Take your mother home, Paul. She's yours now. Use her as you wish. Let me know whether she objects. She's my gift to you. Your mother, a slut, is now your slut to fuck as you please. Just bring her back tomorrow afternoon so she can look after my needs." 

"No please, not that. Anything but that," suddenly Paul's mother was alive again, "You can't give me to him. He's my son for god's sake."

"You owe me. Big time. You'll do what I say otherwise you know what I'll do, don't you. Is that what you want?" There was a menace in Mrs Bell's voice that frightened Pail. Mrs Bell had some form of hold over his mother. He knew he should protect his mother but all he could think of was her mouth over his cock, and her pale blue panties as he took her from behind.

"You took him in your mouth and you let him take you from behind. You're a fucking slut. You not only owe me but you owe him. You put on this charade to seduce him. You have had sex with your son. You'll go to prison for that."

Paul's feelings were ready to explode. Should he protect his mother? Should he use her at least until his Dad returns?

"But he raped me. My own son raped me. And you helped him, you bastard. You forced me to take take him in my mouth. You held me whilst he raped me from behind. My own son raped me and you helped. You're a fucking pervert."

Mrs Bell smiled, "I didn't see any rape. I saw a perverted mother begging to be fucked by her son and begging to eat my pussy. Get the fuck out of here and come back tomorrow when, if you are not better behaved, I am going to let the dog use you."

Paul edged towards the door. He didn't know quite what to do. His mother followed, head down. They walked home slowly. Neither said anything. Paul wondered yet again what he should do. This constant battle between his love for his mother, his emotional desire to protect her, and this cock which kept getting hard in his pants. It was hard now. A wank or a fuck, that was the question.

The answer came as they closed the door behind them. His mother made the mistake of going up to the hall mirror to look at herself. Paul saw her reflection in the mirror. He remembered where her face had been, He remembered where his cock had been. He looked at his mother's ass, the rounded shape clearly visible with the tightness of her dress. She was just a little too plump across the buttocks to hide her curves. 

Paul edged towards his mother and pressed her against the wall. Saying nothing, he gently pulled her legs apart, freed his cock from his pants, and rammed it inside his mother's soiled pale blue silk panties and into her cunt. His hands snaked around her waist and slithered up to her breasts. He couldn't get his hands inside her low cut dress so he clamped then on her dress covering her breasts. He groped her as he humped her against the wall. She took it, not saying anything. His mother just stood, leaning against the wall, her eyes closed, her legs apart, and let her son fuck her. This was no rape, this was full submission by Paul's mother to her desires and Paul's demand.

Paul was in no rush to cum. He's spent most of his cum already and it was hard keeping his cock in his mother's cunt. His cock was hard, but had been harder. Her cunt was wide, and had been tighter. Paul was not going to give up though. He humped and humped. Grabbing at his mother's tits. Holding her hips as he moved in and out of her pussy. Finally, his efforts were worthwhile. He felt himself cumming. He raised his pace and shoved deeper and with more venom into his mother's cunt. He came but his cum was little more than a dribble. His flaccid cock slipped out. He was embarrassed at his failure to really hammer his mother again. The slut deserved it. But he couldn't deliver any more.

His mother readjusted her panties, and walked away into the kitchen with an air of, "What was all that about."

Ten minutes later, Paul walked into his parent's bedroom. His mother was on the bed, fully clothed, but with both her skirt hiked around her waist, her legs spread, and her hands inside her panties. These panties were no longer pale blue. They were stained dark blue with the juices of violent sex and her own passions. She looked across the room at Paul but did not waiver. She carried on masturbating and watching him. There was a challenge in her eyes. Who would break the gaze first? The awestruck Paul watching his mother masterbate or his shameless mother using her hands to bring her the relief he did not?

It was Paul who broke. He turned away and went into his bedroom. He could hear his mother grunt and groan as she pawed herself to a climax. Her shouts of triumph echoed around the house as she brought herself to orgasm. Paul tried to close his ears to the shouts of, "Yes, yes, come on, cum, yes, here it comes. Now. Oh my gawd. Ahhhhh."

The house fell silent. Paul in his room, his mother in her bedroom. The only groans heard were those of the house as it rocked in the changing temperature of the warm day easing into a cooler night.

At last, Paul heard his mother moving around the bedroom and then slipping downstairs. He was rested now and his cock was beginning to ready itself for action. Paul waited another twenty minutes before taking his cock out. He noticed with pleasure that it was rock hard. He was back! Ready to take his mother again.

He clambered off his bed, quietly walking downstairs. In the hallway, he stopped to listen. His mother was in the dining room. He crept closer. She was on her knees, leaning over, using a dust pan and brush to clean up something on the floor. It was too much for Paul. Her panties were just showing, the plump panty clad cunt just showing. She had slipped into her white panties. Virginal white for his slut mother. The same panties he had cum in when he had crept into her room a few days ago and wanked off in her underwear drawer. The panties that had his cum in.

He took out his cock, fully erect and moist. Quietly he strode into the room, stooped down and before his mother could react, had pushed her over and was on top of her. His hands grabbed at her dress to push it out of the way. He pushed his cock at those white panties. His mother struggled. Her panties were down, And then a piercing scream shot through the quiet house as Paul rammed his cock into her ass. He held it there for a few seconds as he grabbed his mother's arms. He pinned the arms down under his own weight and began the ass rape of his mother. She screamed, she begged him to stop, she struggled in vain. She cursed him aloud. She cried out he was hurting her, raping her. Tears flooded into the carpet. But he did not stop. He was possessed. He wanted to rape his mother's ass and cum inside her. Her cries and struggles just made it more exciting for him. Any lingering doubts as to whether he should protect his mother or fuck her were long gone. He was buggering her and it felt right. He was top dog, she was the slut. He wanted her ass, and it was her job to let him. Never mind she struggled and cried out, he was taking her because he had the right too.




Mother Accepts Role As Slut



And then it was over. He came inside her ass. His cum was back to full force. His mother felt the gush in her ass. Her pain eased as Paul's cock lost its rigidity. They lay for a few moments before Paul rose, and walked back to his bedroom.

He does not know how long his mother lay downstairs with her virginal white knickers around her thighs and her cum impregnated ass for all to see. He did not care either. Whatever would happen now, would happen. He could not change the fact that he had watched his mother eat Mrs Bell's pussy. He could not change that she had eaten his cum off Mrs Bell's left tit - her gloriously large tit. He could not change that his mother had given him a blowjob, swallowing his load as Mrs Bell looked on. Or that he had taken his mother from behind, despite her protests, whilst Mrs Bell held her down. Now he had raped his mother's ass because she was wearing those white panties he had cum in a few days before.

Paul took a shower and then drifted off to sleep on his own bed. It was a deep sleep, perhaps the one of a contented young man who had rutted with a lively doe, or of the rapist who had plundered his mother's cunt and ass for his own gratification. 

He was awoken by the sound of his bedroom door opening. His mother entered the room wearing a yellow silk slip with lacy cups to hold her breasts. As she rounded the bed, Paul could just see in the dim light from the street, the outline of his mother's nipples, standing erect with the feel of the silk. He could make out the outline of her panties. Would they be yellow to match the slip? He remembered the thrill of finding a yellow pair in her drawer. He had to remove them from their packaging before he wanked off into them. He'd had a terrible job trying to repack them and spent days worrying she would notice somebody had been in her underwear drawer.

She moved the duvet aside and climbed in.

"I can't sleep", she said quietly. Her hand slowly moved across the bed on to Paul's leg. It gently moved up his leg to his crotch and then inside his underpants. His mother held his stiffening cock in her hand. Paul was nudged by his mother's leg as she parted them. He slid his hands under the slip and noted with some satisfaction that she was wearing slinky silk panties. He moved to climb on top of her and as he did, she slid his cock inside her panties and moaned softly as he entered her. 

This was a gentle fucking of his mother. She responded to his caresses and through her actions, encouraged him to fuck her. His gentleness kept his climax long enough for him to feel his mother orgasm under him. Gently, she pushed him away, saying very quietly, "No more now."

Paul lay on his back. His mother moved across him, and then rose on her arms in front of his face. With one hand supporting her, she managed to free her breasts from the silk cups in her slip. Gently she brushed her nipples against Paul's nose and then his lips. Paul nibbled them for a few seconds before his mother carried on down his body. Licking him, pressing her breasts into him. Her face reached his erection. She stopped. She started to nibble his cock before sliding her lips over the tip. Peeling back his foreskin, she took the whole cock in her mouth. Dancing her tongue around his tip, she started to increase the tempo until Paul, unable to control himself any longer, erupted into his mother's mouth. With the love of his cock, Paul's mother teased her tongue to collect all his cum into her mouth.

Paul's mother kept him awake and stimulated long enough for her to ride his cock. By then, she was stark naked and had been overtaken by lust. She was violent in her desire for his cock inside her. He felt sudden, sharp pains as her cunt ravished his cock. He felt the changes in her weight as she rose up and then plunged herself down on his cock as though it was a stake. And she took him, letting him cum within her pussy before she eased off.

"Morning Paul", was the first sound Paul heard the next day.He looked across and the bed was empty. His mother was holding a steaming mug of tea for him which she put down on his bedside table. His mother was wearing the same dress she had worn yesterday when she had been abused and raped. With a wicked look on her face, she hitched up her skirt just enough for Paul to realise that she was wearing the white silk panties from yesterday when he had buggered her. 

His mother pulled the duvet aside. "Don't forget to drink your tea". And with those few words of advice, she took him in her mouth. 



Mother Adel



My loving Mother. Due to my work and the distance between us, we had not seen each other in many months. Since my parents divorced, she had been living alone and I had always worried about her happiness. I also had always had an Oedipus fantasy about her, and since my childhood I had longed to be with my Mother in every way possible. Now I also had recently divorced and my longing for her became more and more consuming. Now I was going to be staying with her for a few weeks while I looked for a new home. 

Upon my arrival I scooped her up in my arms and held her tightly to my chest. She seemed shocked by the fervor of my embrace, but soon melted into my arms and relaxed. I kissed the top of her head and told her how much I missed her, with her responding that she felt the same. I didn't want to let her go, but soon realized she would get uncomfortable with me holding her so tight. 

As we separated I felt there was actually reluctance on her part to let go, and my mind soared to the possibilities! I looked into her eyes and asked how she had been, and she just replied, "OK." 

I pulled her close once again and told her it would be much better now that we were together. She wrapped her arms around me and replied, "Everything is always better when you are with me." 

I was hard with desire and held my hips back a bit to not let her know what was brewing in my lurid mind! Again I kissed the top of her head and resisted the urge to pull her chin up to allow me to kiss her lips. She sighed and said, "That's nice, I like this." I then told her that we would be doing a lot of this from now on. 

She eventually pushed me away and said to go unpack and get ready for dinner. I headed for the spare bedroom and hung my clothes thinking all the while of what I would like to do with her and how I could accomplish it. 

She called up and asked what I wanted to eat (ha!) and I told her that we should go out so that she did not have to work on dinner. We agreed on a restaurant and I got ready to go. I heard her come up and go to her room, and when me met going to the stairs I saw that she had changed into a lovely skirt and blouse that fueled my desires. 

I told her she looked good enough to eat, and she blushed and said, "Don't be silly." 

Following her down the stairs, and watching her lithe body flow, I was again fighting getting an erection that might be obvious if she turned to face me. At the bottom she stopped short and I ran into her from behind forcing my hardness against her shapely ass. I got the impression she did not notice, and I reflexively wrapped my arms around her in embrace. She said she had forgotten her keys upstairs, and was trying to turn to go back up, but I would not let her go. I held tight and said we didn't need anything at all as long as we had each other. 

She giggled and replied, "I almost get the feeling your trying to seduce me like a new girlfriend!" 

I said, "I am, you're the most beautiful lady I have ever held in my arms, and I hope the last to ever hold!" 

She just looked over her shoulder at me and said nothing, letting me hold her tightly. "Forever is a long time silly," she said and twisted from my arms to go back upstairs. 

When we finally made it to the restaurant we chatted about what had been happening on our lives, and worked up to what was going to happen in the future. I told her I had found work in the area and would move permanently back to our hometown. 

She got a twinkle in her eye and said, "I am going to get spoiled having you nearby, I hope you don't find a girlfriend too soon." 

I replied, "I told you I already have found my girlfriend, my last girlfriend, the one I have always loved and will always love. And the one who has always loved me and I know always will love me. I am not going through the emotional headaches of another relationship - here we have perfect peace and love." 

She again gave me a strange quizzical look and said, "You say that now, but soon some young lady will steal you from me again." 

I simply smiled at her and said, "Give me time, I will show you that we are inseparable." We finished the rest of dinner with sweet chatter and longing glances that I am sure meant 100 times more to me than to her. 

As we left the restaurant, I put my arm around her and pulled her close to my side as we walked. She snuggled into my shoulder and I told her, "See, the woman I have wanted all my life, is finally my date, and also my lady for life." 

At the car, as I opened the door for her, she was facing me and I lifted her chin and gave her a quick kiss on the lips, just a brief respectable kiss, but it felt like heaven to me! All she said as I closed her car door was, "Such a gentleman." 

The drive home was brief and not a lot was said. I am not sure of her thoughts, but all I could think of was stealing another kiss. As we entered the house, she turned to me and said, "That was a lovely evening" 

I just replied, "It still is a lovely evening, and I expect a kiss from my date for such an evening." She laughed and tilted her head up to me and I again took a brief but extremely pleasurable kiss from those luscious lips I have longed for, for so long. It seemed like an eternity, and I hugged her close as we ended the kiss and tried my best to not let my growing erection push against her hips. 

We broke our embrace and moved to the living room, where I asked if she wanted a cocktail. I knew my parents used to always have whiskey sour cocktails in the evening. She said that she would and I went to make her a drink. How I wanted to spike her drink or make it double strong!! 

Over drinks we chatted some more and I finally asked her why she stayed single and did not date anyone. 

She answered rather briskly that, "No one quite fit her pattern of living," and she did not want go through the social pains of dating. She looked sheepishly at the floor and said, "Like you say, you are with me, I am comfortable in your arms, and that is all I need." 

I risked it and said, "But what about real intimacy? What about lying together in bed and enjoying all the wonders of a deep lover's intimacy?" 

Mom got a bit frazzled and said, "Oh, I don't need that kind of stuff at my age." 

I just looked at her and said, "We all need it, not matter our age. I am dying of loneliness without a woman in my life." She didn't seem to answer for that and simply stared at her drink. 

Over the next few days, I paid her compliments as often as I dared, and took liberties with hugs and kisses more than a son should. She was always welcoming of my actions and this spurred me on to take more and more risks. 

One day I took her in my arms again and lifted her chin to kiss her, we paused mid-stream and just gazed in each other's eyes. I said, "I love you so much Mom," 

Mom replied, "I love you too," and I kissed her long and firmly, but without opening my lips. I could feel her arching her back to press tightly to my chest and her breathing seemed to get slightly erratic. I then broke our rather chaste kiss and lowered my head to starting kissing her neck. She gasped, and now really labored in her breathing, as I nuzzled her and kissed her soft neck. I wanted to go on forever, but she apparently got her wits back and suddenly broke away from me. 

"Wow," she said, "You really know how to make a woman feel wanted and desirable!" 

"You are wanted in every way imaginable Mom!" I replied. "And I have desired you for years, for a long as I can remember!" 

"Oh don't be silly," she shot back. "I am an old lady and you are a young man." 

"No Mom, you are a beautiful woman and I love you, and I know you love me. What could be more perfect, more desirable?" 

Her eyes were searching mine as she fought for words, and I think fought for control. She then looked confused and nervous and said, "This is silly" and walked away. 

For the next few days I kept my distance to let her relax and get comfortable again. She was often looking at me with a strange look I was not used to. 

When we finally started to again get close, I worked my way slowly back into her embraces, with the now usual kisses to the top of her head. I was about to try to work my way down to her neck when she floored me with some blunt questions. Mom asked, "I hope you are not trying to replace your relationships with lady friends because you are entertaining me. I hope your love life will not stall because you are staying here, perhaps you need to find your own place sooner rather than later?" 

I was a bit taken back, and said, "Mom, I love being here with you. I have no desires for other lady friends. I want to enjoy your company only." 

She shook her head and said, "It's not natural, you should be out dating." 

I took that opportunity to say, "OK, let's go on a date! Let's get dressed up and hit the town for some dinner and drinks!" 

"Not with me stupid!" She answered, "I meant with some eligible young lady!" 

I shot back, "You are eligible, and available, I am eligible and available, and we love each other, and we are here together - so let's just do it." 

She had nothing to counter that with, so we set off to change clothes and to hit the town. 

Like a real date we walked hand in hand, we gazed in each other's eyes over dinner; we even held hands across the dinner table! I plied her with too many drinks (I am such a cad!). By the time we finished dinner and then had after dinner drinks, we were both feeling a good buzz. I was inebriated enough to try almost anything, but she is my Mother, and I was still clear headed enough to try some modicum of control. 

From her speech and the look in her eyes, I knew Mom was feeling very good. All I could do is hope and pray for the opportunity to get in some nuggets of intimacy, without blowing our relationship up in my face! 

We both had too much alcohol to drive, so we had them call us a taxi to go home. Walking from the restaurant we held hands and bumped into each other as we swayed back and forth. There was a chill in the air and so I took her in my arms as we waited at the curb for the taxi. This felt so good and so right! I whispered in her ear how much I loved her, and she simply purred in reply. In the taxi I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her to me. 

I kissed her lips and this time I tempted fate, I opened my lips and probed a bit with my tongue. Her lips parted and I was in ecstasy as I slipped my tongue into her mouth. She started to pull back, but I relented and she relaxed into my arms as I gently kissed her more deeply than I had ever imagined possible. I think the presence of the cab driver also prevented her from saying anything or putting up a fight. After all, for all he knew we were just another May/December romance. 

As I savored in the taste and feel of her luscious mouth, again I heard her making light purring noises, and I stroked her cheek and neck as we kissed. 

But then she pulled away, and I let her - and we sat there looking at each other as though we had never met. I smiled and mouthed, "I love you", and she smiled in return, and then looked out the taxi window. I could almost hear the thoughts screaming though her head - what is happening? What are we doing? 

At the house I paid the driver and we walked into the foyer hand in hand. I pulled her back into my arms and began to French kiss her again. Unfortunately I probably only enjoyed this for half a minute. She pushed back, saying, "Doug, we must stop, I am your Mother! This is not right!" 

I looked down at her and said, "Shhh, it is so right," and kissed her again. 

I could feel her trepidations, she wanted to kiss me, but she wanted to stop. She was yelling at herself that this was very wrong! I released her and said, "Don't worry about it so much, we love each other, we are adults, whatever we want to do that is good for us, and is no one's concern." 

She had a sad look and turned to go to her room. I stopped her and told her I was worried about her reaction, and wanted to make sure she understood my intentions and also make sure that she was not upset with me. I reiterated that my desire was to hold her and kiss her only and, to my own surprise, I then asked her if I could sleep with her in her bed tonight, just to hold her, just to make sure we were still OK. 

She said, "That is too dangerous; it is really wrong... and dangerous." We went off to separate bedrooms. 

I showered, got into bed, and was about to masturbate to the thought of her kisses and tongue, when she knocked at my bedroom door. I pull the covers over my body and told her to come in. She was wearing what is probably a very staid two piece pajama set, but to me was the sexiest clothing I had ever seen. 

She sat on the bed looking away from me and said, "Doug I am sorry, I had a great time tonight, but it was just going too far. I do love you and I do not want to hurt you." 

I replied, "I love you too, and I would never hurt you! I just want us to be able to hug, and hold each other, and feel the intimacy of two people in love - like us! I really miss the intimacy of holding a woman in my arms and kissing her. It has been so long, for both of us." 

She seemed to think about this for a long time, then, "I guess it is OK if we sleep together tonight. Of course not like lovers, just like friends, is that what you want?" she asked. 

I was momentarily heartbroken at the not like lovers part, but seized the moment, "Yes of course! I want to hold you in my arms as we sleep and wake with you tomorrow morning!" 

With that she stood and pulled the covers back to slide into my bed. I think she was shocked to discover I was naked, but said nothing. I spooned to her back and wrapped my arms around the love of my life! She sighed and relaxed into my arms, softly saying, "This is so nice, you're right, I do miss this." 

I pulled the hair from around her neck and began to kiss her under the ear. She sighed again and tilted her head to give me better access. I kissed and nibbled at her neck and ear. I bit gently on her shoulder and she shivered in response. 

Soon I was as hard as a rock and there was no way I could keep it from her. I pressed my hips to her ass and she did not pull away. I slowly, almost imperceptibly pumped my hardness against her soft ass, and she seemed to respond with slight back pressure. My mind was racing at this new situation, and I was struggling to move forward, and yet stay in control enough to not chase her from my arms! I finally gave way to reason and stopped moving and just kissed and snuggled with her. We must have both fell asleep soon after. 

I woke in the morning, to the pleasure of my life! My sweet Mother was in my arms. And to top it off; during the night, with my arm draped over her shoulder, my left hand had worked its way into her pajama top and was cradling her right breast. 

I was both ecstatic and petrified, and afraid to move! I wanted to squeeze and knead her breast, and pinch that nipple, but at the same time I did not want to lose what I had! I laid still and enjoyed the feel of her fantastic skin and breast, never wanting this to end. 

Finally, after probably 30 minutes, I knew I had to do something, so I began to kiss her neck again. She stirred and pressed back against me, but made no other noise or movement. As I continued to kiss her neck she began that sighing and purring like the night before, and I very cautiously moved my fingers against her breast. 

This must have gone on for 5-10 minutes, and then suddenly there was a gasp from her throat, and she shot her hand up to clamp against my hand, trapping mine between her hand and her breast. I just stopped moving my hand and kissed her neck more while she laid frozen against me. 

After what seemed like an eternity, she started to relax and then startled me when she actually started flexing her fingers to assist my hand in kneading her breast! Now I was really on fire! I slowly increased the kneading and kisses, again biting her shoulder gently, until she seemed as fully engrossed in this as I was. I began to gently pinch her nipple and she moaned softly at each of my movements and kisses. 

I whispered into her ear, "I love you, I love waking to you in my arms. This is absolutely the best feeling I have ever had!" 

"Hmmm, your right," she said and we lay like that for another 30 minutes. "I need to get up and make you breakfast," she stated. 

"I would rather stay here in bed with you all day," I laughed! She laughed also and then pulled away from me. I felt so empty! 

After I gave myself much needed relief in the shower, breakfast was both awkward and thrilling. I felt we had crossed a boundary that was going only forward to my dreams, but also we were as nervous with each other as teenagers on a first date! Mom asked what my plans were for the day, and while I wanted to say get you back into bed, I decided to play it low key for a while. I just told her that I had to go get the car, and that I had some things she wanted me to fix around the house to attend to and that latter we could go out to eat again. 

She blushed at that and said, "Sounds like a wonderful day!" 

The day seemed to drag on and on forever! 

Finally dinner time came, and we had a lovely dinner; more drinks and more handholding and necking. Nothing new and spectacular after yesterday, but no back steps either! 

At home we had another couple of drinks and then she said she was ready for bed. 

"We are sleeping together again, right?" I asked. 

She responded, "If you behave yourself, I think that would be great!" I jumped up with a smile on my face to end all smiles! She said, "Someone seems awfully happy!" 

This time we went to her room, since it has a bigger bed and I stripped down and got under the covers. Meanwhile she had gone to the bathroom and got into another set of pajamas, with puffy like shorts and the top with a high open midriff. I could not tear my eyes off of her lovely form as she approached the bed. 

Like last night she slipped under the covers with her back to me, and I immediately enveloped her in my arms and began kissing her neck. Mom shuddered and moaned as she pressed back into my chest. I decided to go for the gold and slipped my hand under her top to cup her breast - this time there was no protest and she put her hand over mine and pressed it more firmly to her breast. I kneaded her breast and thumbed the nipple as I kissed and nibbled away at her neck and shoulders. Mom kept mumbling something about love and happiness and held my hand tightly to her chest. 

"This is so sweet, I love your caresses," Mom whispered. 

I rolled her towards me and kissed her deeply with my tongue pushing deeply into her mouth. Mom was as ardent in the kisses as I was and we were soon panting for breath around each other's mouths. After a few minutes of this hot kissing, she rolled over with her back to me again and we assumed our now natural spooning position. 

Again we fell asleep, and again I awoke with my heart soaring at finding myself holding my Mother like this. I pulled her tightly to me and fondled both breasts as I woke her with whispered tender loving phrases and raves of her beauty. And now another day to wait agonizingly for night to fall! 

As night fell for the third time in my new life of bliss, we said nothing but both went straight to her bedroom and got into her bed. 

As we lay spooned and I began my wondrous explorations of her breasts, kissing her neck and shoulders, she suddenly got serious. "Doug, what are we doing?" she asked. "This is wrong on so many fronts, and yet I am so happy." 

I came back, probably too quickly, with, "Please stop putting any negative thoughts into something so wonderful. We are happy and can do whatever we want to do in enjoying the happiness. I love you!" 




Mother Adel



Mom just mumbled a, "Hmmmm," and left it at that. 

This continued for a few more nights in this fashion; sleeping, hugging, fondling and kissing, but no more. I knew in my heart that she must realize where this was going. Normally a Mother and son do not do these things. She had to realize that what we were doing was the prelude to full intimacy! But I was so leery of losing what we had, I was afraid to take the next step. 

On the seventh night, I had rolled her to me to kiss those marvelous lips and had my hand up under her top as usual paying with my newly found toys. I decided I must get my lips on these beautiful breasts! I began to think about the day many years ago when my father had mentioned that I was not breast fed - it was kind of in a passing comment about how I was the third child and they hand learned all about the different baby rearing techniques, and I was a bottle fed baby. I was disappointed at the time, and to this day I think I have a breast fixation due to that! I decided to use this as an opening. 

I broke our kiss and hoarsely whispered, "You know I was denied these perfect breasts as a baby, it is time I got my rightful nursing." And without waiting for a reply, I dipped down, pushed her top up over her right tit, and placed my mouth on her nipple. It was so hard and the moment my tongue and lips captured it I was burning with even more desire. Her chest heaved and my heart raced, as I began to suckle at the teat so long denied me! 

Mom moaned and placed a hand on the back of my head, pulling me in, and I knew then that I was going to make love to my Mother, no question about it! 

"Oh Doug, please, yes, I love that," Mom whimpered. 

After what seemed like an appropriate amount of time at her right breast, I decided to switch. I started to push the other side of her top up and she reached down and took the hem and pulled it over her head, removing it totally. As I watched her naked breasts become fully exposed, I gawked at her glorious beauty. Those fabulous tits in all their glory, average in size but pert and perfect! 

Removing her top was such an erotic movement to my hungry eyes! With this unrequested removal of her top, I again I thought to myself that she is now fully committed. She had to realize what was coming; there would be no more games! 

I fondled and kissed my Mother's soft tits and totally lost myself in the pleasure. I sucked on her nipples and reveled in the groans and moans I elicited from her throat. Her hands were pulling my head in tighter, prompting me to continue, although I needed no instruction! 

When my hands were not fondling her breasts, they were wandering down over her flat tummy and around her hips. I sucked a nipple in and ran my left hand down across her hips and along her soft smooth thighs, with slight brushings against her lightly covered pussy as my hand moved by. Each time there was a contact, Mom gasped and I started to try to sense if her PJ bottoms were wet. 

I eventually just placed my hand directly on her pussy mound and began to apply a light pressure. Her hips rolled and more noises came from her lips. She was wet! I began a gentle undulating pressure against her pussy as I feasted on those rigid nipples. 

"Oh God, Doug," Mom gasped as my hand touched her pussy through her soaked panties. 

With Mom's hips writhing, I brought my roaming hand up and dipped in down under the hem of her PJ bottoms. My hand soon found the moist heat of her pussy and I slid a now wet finger along her slit. Mom shuddered and at the same time I raised my head from her breasts to drive my hungry tongue into her gasping mouth. 

While our tongues toyed with each other, my fingers were dipping deeper and deeper into her hot depths. Her moans and cries were trying to escape the seal of my mouth against hers. I loved the joy I was obviously bringing to her! 

"Yes, yes, oh my, yes, touch me, like that, oh God!" Mom called out in a hoarse voice. 

I wanted this to last so I decided to take a break from driving Mom's body into tremors. I moved my hands up to roll her on her side and pull her close to me, and we locked in a deep kiss with our bodies squirming against each other. 

I was pumping my hard cock against her pelvic bone and she was returning the thrusts. I was lost in the realization that this was it. Nothing was going to stop me now. In minutes I was going to make love to my Mother! 

I stopped kissing her long enough to say, "Open your eyes," and when she did, I gazed deeply into her eyes and said, "I love you so much". 

Mom moaned and said, "I love you too, this is so intense, and so wrong, but I love you too." 

"No, it is so intense and so perfect; it is the most loving union ever to happen," I replied. 

We kissed like this for a long time, with my hands running up and down her body, searching for the spots that created the most reactions. Spots that I would forever know, that were her hot spots. 

I let Mom lay onto her back, got on to my knees next to her, and began to pull her PJ bottoms off. Her eyes remained closed and any negative action I was afraid of never occurred. Mom, like other women of her era, did not shave her pussy and the bush was a new and fabulous aphrodisiac to me! 

I was trying to decide if I should go down and feast on her gorgeous pussy, but decided, due to her age and upbringing, that she may not be ready for that. I was afraid I might put a stop to our love making session by upsetting her. So I decided to hold that part of my long awaited fantasy for later and go directly to making love to her. 

I am sure her mind is now reeling at what is coming next, and I consciously wanted to act quickly before she could talk herself out of what was happening. I got between her legs and lay atop her, kissing her nipples and neck as I moved upward. 

As I got to her luscious mouth, I let my body rest on hers as I urgently pushed my tongue into her mouth. She received my weight and kisses well, and my hardness pushed solidly against her pelvic bone. I felt Mom's breathing labor under my weight, or the excitement. 

We remained like this for minutes and her breathing was getting more and more ragged around my kisses, so I began a slow rhythmic undulation of my hips, pressing my hard cock against her mound the entire time. 

Now seemed like the most natural time, so I shifted my hips down a bit and pressed the head of my cock against her wet opening. The head poked into her pussy and she whimpered against my mouth. I was now truly on fire and wanted so much to ram myself into her, but I knew I had to take this easy for her sake! 

"Oh Doug, I want this so much," Mom whispered. 

I pressed on and got my cock in a little bit more and she grunted and whimpered, "Easy, be careful, remember it has been many years!" 

I stopped immediately and said, "I'm sorry; I just have waited so long and want you so badly." 

Mom opened her eyes, looked up at me and wrapped her arms around my back pulling me toward her. This action pulled my hard cock in a little bit deeper, as an unintended move. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and groaned as she accepted the new penetration. We stayed like this for many minutes, letting her adjust to my hardness while simultaneously fueling our desires with kisses and sucking. 

I pulled my face up from her and asked her to open her eyes and we gazed deeply at each other. I told her again how much I loved her and how beautiful and wonderful she was. 

She said, "I love you too Doug, now please make beautiful love to me," and she rolled her hips a bit taking me further into her hot furnace. 

We began a very gentle and tender undulation with my hard cock going deeper with each thrust. Mom was really grunting, and moaning, and I was beginning to do the same. The feeling of her tight pussy was incredible! 

Mom was moaning, "Please, love me, oh my, please, yes, Yes." 

Now I began to worry about the likely hood that I was going to come way too quickly due the extremely erotic nature of this long awaited fantasy! I decide to get all the way inside of her and then stop to let her adjust and to let me recover my control. 

When I was finally fully inside of her I stopped my movements. The realization of this was incredible! I was back inside of my Mother; I was back where I belong! It was unlike anything I ever experienced! 

But Mom was actually rotating her hips and pulling me down with her arms! She looked up at me and asked, "What's the matter?" 

I replied, "Absolutely nothing, nothing is wrong, this is just so beautiful and I love you so much I was about to lose all control and come too quickly." 

Mom just closed her eyes, pulled me tightly to her chest and murmured, "Hmmmm, yes beautiful." 

After a minute or too, I again began short gentle thrusting into her soaked pussy, and we kissed wildly at the same time. I would occasionally dip my head to suck on her neck or bite her shoulder, and was always rewarded with more shudders from Mom. 

Soon we were thrusting fast and firmly against each other, and I knew I was losing control. I also knew that I could recover very quickly with this beautiful woman of my dreams naked in my arms, so I decide to let go and make the next one the best for her. In other words, I lost control and let lust win! 

The feeling of my hard dick slipping in and out of Mom's grasping pussy muscles was incredible. Even though we were slick with our combined juices, Mom was very tight and the friction of my dick against Mom's pussy walls was overwhelming me fast.  

I told her, "I am going to come!" and she pulled me more tightly to her and thrust her hips back with a ferocity I would never had imagined from my petite gentle Mother! 

"Yes, yes Doug my love, give it to me," she panted. "I want you; I want to feel you love me in every way!" 

I could only growl as I totally gave in to my needs and exploded inside of my loving Mother. I felt like I pumped more come into her than I had ever released. I kept thrusting and Mom kept taking me in and crying out with each thrust. 

Suddenly Mom's pussy was a flooded hot caldron. 

"Yes, yes, give it to me," she repeated over and over again. 

As I gained a little of my consciousness, but while still in orgasm, I cried out, "Open your eyes!" and when she did I was overcome with the sensations and the love in our locked gaze. I finished pumping my load into my Mother and gasped for breath as I collapsed on top of her and began kissing her neck. 

Mom whispered, "Doug that was incredible," and I could only gasp for air in reply. 

Finally as I recovered I told her I was sorry about coming so soon, and she said, "No, that felt so wonderful, I never have felt so desired! That you might want me this way and be so excited about it was very flattering." 

"But I did not make you come yet," I answered, "Now I will make you feel as good as I do!" 

She looked oddly at me and told me, "Oh, don't worry about that, I never come." 

My mind was racing, and I could not understand this. I replied, "What do you mean, never?" 

"I have never had an orgasm, I do not think I can have them," Mom said, and with that she closed her eyes. 

I looked at my sweet Mother with loving eyes and said, "Well you will come with me, I promise you that!" 

Then Mom opened her eyes and looked at me and said, "That's sweet, but don't worry about it." 

I slid off her sweet body and cuddled behind her, in our spooning/sleeping fashion. As I kissed her neck and shoulders, I was already getting hard again. Mom was breathing a little heavy too, so I knew I was not the only one excited again. 

I reach down and pushed my hard dick between her legs and pressed my hips against her ass. 

"My goodness," she whispered, "you are hard again already?" 

"The excitement of finally loving you and the sight of your beauty drives me to no ends!" I groaned though my clenched teeth. 

I thrust my cock in and out between her thighs as I drove myself to a new frenzy. I then reached down and straightened my cock up, and due to all our juices in her hot pussy, it slid home without any resistance. I began the slow thrusting that was natural to, and required by, my body at this point. 

Mom was gasping for breath again and I was almost chewing on her shoulder as we worked up a new excitement. I then shifted my hips to try to push my cockhead against her G spot as much as possible and began my drive to give my Mother her fist orgasm. 

Mom was crying out in short yelps as I pounded against her soft ass; driving my cock in and out. 

"Ohhhh, ohhhh, my, ohhhh, so good!" Mom yelped. 

When I again felt I was rising too fast to coming again. I suddenly pulled out of my Mother's pussy with a plop. Mom whimpered and turned her head over her shoulder to me, looking up at me, she tenderly touched my cheek, with a love in her eyes that I will never forget! 

Moments later she dropped her cheek back to the pillow and in a trembling voice said, "Don't stop! It feels so good! Please, I want you inside of me!" 

Ignoring her pleas, I moved aside and pulled on her shoulder to lay her on her back. I then again lay atop this beautiful lady I call Mom, and pressed my cock home as I lowered my weight onto her chest. The air went out of her lungs and she made a few moaning grunts as I began to thrust in and out of her soaking hot pussy. 

"Oh, oh, yes, oh, uh, uh," I heard from her. 

I kissed her softly as if to apply a different sensation in comparison to the thrusting of my hips. Our tongues entwined and I renewed my quest to give her the best and her first orgasm. 

I lifted my weight a bit and on my hands, I arched my back while pulling up towards the bed's headboard as though I was trying to drag her upward with my dick. I had always found this to be effective for my previous lovers, and it proved just as effective here. While pressing upward and thrusting in, 

I was grinding my pubic mound hard into her clitoris, while my cock was pulling up and outward to help stroke Mom's G spot. Within minutes Mom was relay responding to this! 

"Oh my God!" she cried out, "Oh, Douglas stop! I cannot take this, please." 

I decided to be relentless, even if it might border on being cruel, and pressed onward. I strained my back to give full thrusting strength and pressed my feet against the footboard. I pushed into my Mother with as much force as I could, out of love, desire, refusal to fail, whatever! 

Finally Mom began to cry out in pleasure, "Yes, Oh my God, yes, I, I, yes, oh please!" She also reached up to grab my face and stared passionately into my eyes for a long time. There was a heat I could not understand in her eyes. 

I can only imagine that Mom, having never had an orgasm, this build up must seemed very strange, but I hope wonderful! I pressed on. 

This position also gives me greater endurance, especially if I have already come once. After about 30 min, Mom was really coming alive! Her cries were becoming unintelligible and it drove me onward. I could feel Mom's body changing, the shuddering, and the quivering, her ragged breathing, and when I looked down between our chests, I saw her nipples were really engorged, large and flushed! 

Now Mom was reduced to only grunts, and she was thrusting back at me with as much power as I thrust at her. I knew she was about to go over the edge. It was time to add my favorite touch. 

In a quiet but firm voice, I ordered, "Mom, Open your eyes, look at me, I love you so much I want to see into your soul!" 

Mom opened her eyes briefly, looked deeply into my eyes and then let out a low scream as she started her orgasm. She closed her eyes and let it carry her! 

"Ohhhhhh, Ohhhhhh, yessssssss," she screamed out. 

Mom's hips were grinding wildly against me, and I loved the thought of my giving her this pleasure as I pushed down to increase the rubbing on her clit. On and on we fucked and soon Mom's legs were wrapped around my thighs and pulling me deeper, as if that were possible! 

I was amazed. I had never seen anyone so consumed and so enraptured! Mom's arms pulled me down to her chest, and although I wanted to kiss her, she was still screaming and just put her head aside mine. I slightly wiggled my hips every other second or so to keep her riding her wave, but not give undue excess stimulation. I just held her tightly and enjoyed the trembling orgasm as is passed between us. 

After what seemed to be a heavenly eternity, Mom finished her orgasmic failings and began to slow down a bit. As her cries subsided, I raised up to kiss her soft lips which were quivering like butterfly wings. 

I again asked her to open her eyes, and when she did, they were in a dream like state, far away. I said softly, "I love you more than anything in this world." 

Mom could not reply, but gave a slight smile and looked like she was searching my eyes for something. 

Finally after a few minutes of us loving each other's eyes, she very softly said, "That was the most incredible thing, I can't believe I was missing that all these years!" 

I kissed here lightly and said, "You and I will enjoy that many more times in the years to come!" 

Mom just closed her eyes and whispered, "I thought for awhile there you were going to kill me, and I think if we do that too many times, you will kill me!" 

We lay locked together for about 15 minutes. Although still rock hard, I pulled slowly out of Mom's hot throbbing pussy. Then I got up and went to get a wet warm wash cloth to clean my sexy Mother's soaked pussy. 

As I gently wiped her, with many soft kisses, Mom asked, "You did not come that time did you? I think only I did." 

I smiled lovingly at her and said, "Don't worry, after you rest a few minutes we will make love again and we both will come together at the same time." 

She looked at me and rolled her eyes, "A few minutes! You ARE going to kill me!" 

I lay down beside her and started to play with my Mother's tits, thinking about how much I wanted to taste her pussy! I started thinking that the time had come. Before, I was afraid that my trying to eat her might put a stop to my conquest of her body. But now I was sure that, even if she never gave in and let me feast on her pussy, we were too far involved in a sensuous physical love to go back. 

Mom seemed to nap for about twenty minutes while I very gently pleasured myself with her glorious body. I ran one hand down her tummy and let my finger drag ever so lightly across her puffed up pussy lips. Mom's hips began to rotate a little as I increased the touch and the depth of my touches. She awoke with a long sigh and pulled my face to hers in a long deep kiss. 

As her breathing began to get deeper and more rapid, I moved down to kiss her tits and suck on her nipples. This again excited Mom as much as it did me. My finger slowly fucked her pussy as I nursed on my Mother's hard nipples. Soon Mom was writhing on the bed from my attentive foreplay. I slid even further down her body and began kissing her naval and tummy, then a bit lower so that I was soon kissing around her pelvic bone just above her bush. 

I could sense that Mom was losing some steam, probably out of concern about where I was headed. I struggled for thoughts on how to control Mom's coming resistance versus my lust to just bury my face in that beautiful bush I had longed to eat for so many years! 

I shifted lower to slowly start kissing her thighs, marveling at the soft creamy skin and the sexy sight so close to my mouth! Even though I was still a few inches from my desired target, Mom reached for my head and tried to push me away, saying, "I am so dirty there!" 

I just replied, "Shush, it is not dirty, there is nothing dirty about your beautiful body or about what we do together," and I shook her hands from my head as I resumed kissing her inner thighs. 




Mother Adel



I could feel Mom tensing as I kissed higher and higher on those lovely thighs, and she actually yelped when my nose first lightly brushed her pussy lips. I relished in her softness and warmth, I loved feeling her thighs against my cheeks as I kissed toward my ultimate prize. 

As my breath touched her lips, and she knew I was so close, she again pled, "Douglas, please, that is dirty, please don't do that." 

I was of course unstoppable. 

I stopped kissing long enough to reply, "I love you Mom, and I want to touch and taste every part of you. Please do not deny me this fabulous pleasure!" I guess I won her over a bit as I could feel her relax slightly, but she also seemed to be holding her breath. Time to go for the gold! 

I looked at her pussy lips just inches away. They were long and puffy, and the moisture and heat they emitted was incredible. I inhaled the wonderful and heady smell of my lovely Mother's sexy center and could think of nothing more erotic than tasting Mom's pussy and making her come into my mouth, if possible. 

I very lightly kissed her pussy lips, and Mom jumped like electricity had hit her! I kissed her lips repeatedly until she relaxed at this touch and finally exhaled! Then I kissed all around her mound, softly loving the cleft of the skin where her thighs curved into her pussy lips. I returned every few seconds to again lightly kiss her pussy lips, and now she actually seemed to react favorably to my kisses. 

When I felt Mom was totally relaxed with my kisses outside of her pussy, and even becoming aroused by it a bit, I sucked one of her pussy lips into my mouth and massaged it with my lips and tongue. I did the same of her other soft pussy lip and marveled at the soft texture. 

Now I took aim at drilling my tongue into that loving home that I left so long ago. With my lips just barley touching Mom's pussy, I slowly pushed my tongue between her lips. 

At the first touch of my tongue between her lips, I could feel Mom inhale sharply and I knew she was holding her breath again. To try and relax her again, I backed up a bit and said, "So sweet, so delicious, I have wanted this too long." 

I pushed my tongue in deeply and sucked on her pussy. Mom took a great gulp of air even though her lungs were already full and let out a long groan, "Nooooo, please, nooooo." 

I continued and sucked her pussy lips one at a time into my mouth, then I tongue fucked her pussy some more. I stopped briefly to repeat, "This is so fantastic, so soft and so delicious; Mom, I love you so much for giving me this!" 

Now Mom was muttering incoherently again, but still with a scattered, "no, no" in there. I needed to get her excited and over this revulsion she had. I reached up and slipped a finger into her pussy to apply a little pressure to her soft and spongy G spot, and at the same time I gently sucked the hooded area of her clit. Now she really started to come alive! 

"Oh my God! Oh God, Oh, what, nooooo," she cried. 

I kept this up for another 5-10 minutes, which is easy for me because I love to eat pussy! I felt Mom really was beginning to enjoy this so I started letting my tongue drag lightly across the nub of her clit directly. This sparked a jolt out of Mom! 

She gasped and drove her hips upward pushing my top lip into my teeth with her pubic mound! Ouch! But Mom heard nothing; she kept pushing her hips up and soon grabbed my head to pull my face in tightly against her pussy! I couldn't breathe! But I wasn't going to tell her that, this was too fantastic! 

I was also lost in my own pleasures during all this. I loved the taste, the feelings, and the response of my Mother's pussy. And the knowledge that it was actually my Mother's pussy made it even more fantastic! 

Now I used my lips to press the hood of her clit back and suck directly on that erotic little nub. She really loved this and that drove me on. I would bring Mom up to where I thought she was about to orgasm, and then I would back off some to let her fall back. As I backed off, I reverted to sucking on her pussy lips, then tongue fucking her, till I returned to her awaiting hard clit. 

I repeated this for many minutes until she was now pleading with me, mostly nonverbally with her hands on my head and her bucking hips, to continue! Success!! 

I decided that Mom might still be a little hung up on this, and not let go and come with my mouth on her pussy. So without any warning, I suddenly pulled my face back, removing my finger, and started to crawl up her body. 

Mom actually whined, "No, don't stop, please," as I moved. I stopped to kiss Mom's engorged nipples, also wiping excess pussy juice from my chin onto her breasts, thinking she probably would not want to kiss me with so much juice on my face. Then I moved up and thrust my hard cock into her pussy while simultaneously ramming my tongue down her throat. 

I was almost blown off Mom's mouth by her scream as I penetrated her! I began hard thrusts immediately - this was not a gentle love making this time - I was going to fuck my Mother hard and make her come, hopefully at the same time I did! 

I felt Mom's legs wrap up over my ass, and she really started bucking for all she was worth! Mom's grunts and cries were music to my ears. I could feel her again rising to orgasm and the thought of it pushed me towards mine. We were now animals in a heated coupling, nothing could have stopped us. 

I wanted this to go on forever; I never wanted to come and I never wanted to pull out from my loving Mother's embrace. This was truly a miracle of nature, so pure, so perfect, so loving, and yet right now anyway, so animalistic in its lust! 

All my senses were in overload. The tight embrace, feeling her tits pressed into my chest, and her lovely face next to mine with her cries of ecstasy in my ear were incredible! Then the fantastic sensations of my hard dick fucking into Mom's clutching pussy were becoming too much and I was about to come. The heat, muscular clamping, and yet softness of Mom's pussy were driving me insane. 

When Mom and I came it was with a crescendo like nothing before! We both were growling and grunting as the orgasms overwhelmed us. I growled like a wolf as I exploded into Mom's hot pussy. 

Mom screamed like she was tortured and clamped her arms and legs around me as though I might try to escape. Eventually our bodies slowed, but the passion skyrocketed, and our labored breathing and cries of ecstasy continued unabated for a long time! 

We gasped for breath as we slowly returned to normal. I opened my eyes and looked at my marvelous Mother, we were one, again - to me the world was right. Her eyes opened and we shared a love like the world has never known before. 

The animal lust now gone, I kissed her gently and again declared my love and devotion. Mom repeated my words and we rolled to our sides and remained locked together in an embrace till we both fell asleep. 

When we awoke in the morning, there were no words. We hugged and our eyes said all that need to be said. We showered and idled/worked the day away without any talk of what happened. I frequently would slip up to Mom and give her a deep French kiss, which she returned with equal passion, but that was the only indicator of a changed couple. 

That evening, Mom turned to me and asked, "Are you sleeping with me tonight?" 

I replied, "Try to stop me!" we both grinned and headed upstairs. 

We went to bed, both naked, and we immediately started to make slow passionate love. Later there would be groaning and moaning but until that climax, this was the slow gentle love making only special couples ever enjoy. 

After passionately necking for about an hour and again nursing like a baby, I began my crawl down Mom's sexy body. I was kissing her tummy when she asked, "Doug, do you really like to kiss me down there?" 

I scrambled up to face her and replied, "That is the most precious and delicious thing I do and I would never give it up! You are incredibly delicious!" 

"Good!" she exclaimed, "Because I am think that I like you to doing it to me!" 

Wow, what a change from 24 hours ago! I am in heaven! 

We made love twice that night and once again in the morning. I need to find out my Mother's limits, I don't want to wear her out, but I want her as much as I can get her! 

That weekend I arranged for us to go to a resort spa as a treat. I wanted to be where no one knew us and I could hold her hand and kiss her whenever I wanted. I was a beautiful and plush resort. Mom was thrilled at the idea of getting away. And we packed for our lover's retreat. 

I was funny; I could truthfully register us as Mr. and Mrs. Wilson! At the check-in there were a few raised eyebrows at our ages, but as expected for a high end resort, no one said a word or treated us any differently. 

The room was great, huge bed and huge Jacuzzi tub. The mountain view out through the balcony window was spectacular! I could already dream of making passionate love to my mother with that fabulous open view in front of us. And I had some hot ideas for that Jacuzzi also! 

We unpacked and went for a walk on the grounds. We held hands, kissed and played like high school sweethearts. It was a wonderful day. That evening we had a few drinks with dinner and then "retired for the evening." 

In the room I told Mom I wanted to take a bath with her, she just smiled and said, "OK." 

I drew the bath as Mom took off her clothes. I still marvel at her beauty and find it hard to take my eyes off of her! Mom stepped in the bubbles and I followed with her seated between my legs, her back to me. I naturally started my favorite course of kissing her neck and shoulders while my hands played with my coveted tits, all covered in soapy bubbles. I was so happy and I think, from her mews, I was making Mom as happy as well. 

Of course I got a hard erection that was poking Mom in the back, but I no longer had to worry about that being embarrassing, I only had to decide how to use it to please my Mother! Mom took the lead on that and reached behind her to grab me and stroke me. I was getting excited!! 

I was shocked when Mom said, "Doug, you have pleased me to heights I never could have imagined with your mouth and tongue, can you teach me how to do that to you?" and she emphasized that with an extra strong pull on my raging hard-on! 

I stammered a bit - how do you tell your Mother how to give a blow job? But then I quickly remembered that we were no longer a regular mother and son. "Mom, I guess I can tell you what not to do, but the rest I think will just come naturally." And I proceeded to tell her about not letting teeth get too rough on me and a few others thoughts. 

She swung around in the tub and said, "I want to do it now, but the water is full of bubbles, so sit up here on the edge of the tub," and patted the area she mentioned. I dutifully got up and sat as instructed. 

Mom took my hard dick in her hand and looked at it like she had never seen one. And I imagine she probably never did hold one or look so closely at one! The without any warning, she licked it like a Loll Pop! I was startled to say the least! I really expected her to go much slower than this. 

Then equally surprising, Mom sucked my dick into her mouth like she had done this hundreds of times! I gasped in pleasure, but Mom thought she had hurt me. Spitting me out like bad food, "I am sorry!" she cried, "What did I do?" 

"Nothing, nothing," I said "It was so good, surprising, but so good!" 

Mom looked like a kid in a candy store, "Oh good!" And with that she went right back to sucking on my dick. 

It was beyond description, to look down and see your mother sucking on your dick, and doing a pretty good job of it too! It was so erotic, I loved this woman, and she loved me, so much so that she was sucking on my dick! This was something she probably always thought was so disgusting and thought that she would never do! 

I pulled her head down to go a little deeper, all the while giving her nothing but positive encouragement. After all is there such thing as a bad blow job between true lovers? Mom learned quickly what really sent me thought the roof. She was taking almost my entire length by the time she finished. I was soon ready to pump my seed into her mouth or into the tub - horrors, I thought! Do I come in her mouth, do I tell her first, do I pull out and blast the tub with it? 

Obviously I cannot come in my sweet Mom's mouth with warning or permission; she may never place those fabulous lips around my dick again! And it is not something I can ask or explain at this moment! So I decided I would just pull out at the last moment and take it up with her another time. And I was getting close fast! As I said, this was extreme eroticism, my mother was sucking on my dick! 

When I could hold back no more I placed my hands on Mom's cheeks to prepare to push her away. I think Mom thought I wanted it deeper again and doubled up on her efforts! I was getting frantic now, "Mom, Mom, I am there! I can't hold out any longer!" 

So what is her reaction? She sucked harder, stroked faster and deeper! Mom was giving me her all! She wanted me to come with all her heart, but I bet she did not think out what that would really mean! 

I tried again to tell her, and to push her off, but Mom was determined not to stop until came. It was now beyond anything I could control. I growled my usually lion roar that I do when I have a great orgasm, and unloaded what I was afraid was a bucket full of come into Mom's mouth! 

"Oh my fucking God!" I screamed and then through clenched teeth I growled! 

As soon as I could catch my breath, I cried out, "Oh God Mom, I am so sorry!" But Mom continued sucking on my dick and every time she sucked or tongued my dick head, it jerked and squeezed out another squirt of come. Finally my dick was down to emitting just dribbles and as it finished unloading, it began to soften! "I am sorry!" I repeated. 

Slowly pulling my dick out of her mouth, and with a contented look on her face, Mom looked up at me and asked, "What are you sorry about?" 

"I didn't mean to come in your mouth, I tried to tell you and to stop you," I said. 

"Oh stop!" She shot back, "I wanted to feel you come, I wanted to make you so happy, just like you do to me!" 

"You're Ok with my come in your mouth?" 

All she said was,"It's OK, don't all women do it that way?" She put my semi hard dick back into her mouth and continued draining me of all my life's juices. 

Damn, I love my Mother! I took her to that big beautiful bed and began to eat her pussy like there was never going to be another meal for me! I wanted to pay her back, make her come in my mouth before I climb up and make love to her - maybe all night! 

I was quickly finding all the wonderful spots and techniques that drive Mom wild. Like any new lover, there is a period of wondrous discovery. But with Mom, it was compounded by a deep love no other lovers can feel. I was determined to make her the happiest woman there ever was. I wanted Mom to think our love was life itself! I wanted to make sure that she desired me as much as I desired her every waking minute!! 

Savoring Mom's sweet pussy was too much for both of us and I had Mom coming in no time with my tongue. With my finger against the G Spot and my mouth feasting on Mom's sweet pussy, it was not only quick, but a wondrous pleasure for me. I loved the juices I got flowing as Mom shuddered and lurched her hips into my face. 

"Doug, yes, Doug, please oh yes, yes, ohhhh," she screamed to the ceiling. 

I must have spent an hour bringing Mom up and then back down slowly as I softly kissed and licked her pussy and thighs. Of course mom's clit was ultra sensitive after her orgasm, so I had to steer clear of that delectable treat. 

Rising up and lying behind Mom, I began to kiss just under her ear, and then bite on her shoulder, this always served to make her writhe. And of course those movements helped me pump my hard cock into her ass! I slipped my hard cock between her thighs and began to pump against her. I was ready to explode, and as much as I want to dip down and thrust into her pussy, I pulled back and lay on my back. 

"Get on top of me," I ordered, "I want to be able to look up and see your lovely body as we make love." 

Mom straddled me and began to slip and slide her wet pussy back and forth across my dick, trapped between my stomach and her mound. "Damn," I moaned, "You are driving me insane!" 

It appeared Mom didn't even hear me, I think she was lost in her own pleasures from the friction. Mom's eyes were shut tightly and her lips slightly parted with soft pants coming from her mouth. 

I reached down and pushed my hard cock up so it impaled Mom on her next stroke. Mom moaned loudly as I penetrated all the way into her hot center. I reached up to cup her tits as she started to ride up and down on my dick. Her tits began to bounce and I was mesmerized at the sight of those perfect breasts bouncing in my hands, her hard nipples rubbing against my palms the whole time. 

Such an erotic sight, to look up at my Mother, lost in passion as she rode my cock. The look of total abandonment on her face made me happier than I can ever remember. On occasion I would sit up and suck on her nipples, which while fantastically stimulating for both of us, was a bit difficult due to height of my head above her chest in this position. Or I simply sat up to hold her to my chest. I loved the feel of her nipples against my chest, and this gave me an opportunity to kiss Mom's lips and neck. 

Mom was alternating from riding up and down on my cock to sliding back and forth across my groin. I thrust upward to help and pulled on her hips to increase friction and sometimes to direct action if it was getting too much for me! Looking at her petite body and bouncing tits, along with the fabulously tight pussy was undermining my attempts to make myself last more than 30 minutes or so. 

I do have this unusual ability to let myself have a short mini-come, kind of a mini-orgasm, without totally letting go, and then I can go on another 10-15 minutes and repeat this multiple times. If I do this I can fuck for over an hour, sometimes to the consternation of my lovers, but more often to their complete pleasure. And when I do let go, my orgasm is so much more mind blowing this way! But to do this I must totally control the movements as I do the mini-orgasm. If my lover moves too much at that point, I lose it and have a full blown orgasm which will then take me a while to recover from. 

In this case I had already experienced 2 mini-orgasms, and this added lots of lubricant to my mother's pussy. Mom was having the ride of her life and not having to worry about me coming at all. My plan was that when she was ready, I would just get in a bunch of full hard strokes and I could come with her. 

I almost think she had forgotten about me, and was just riding my cock for her own gratification. I loved watching her face contorted in lust. When she started to speed up and her breathing got really erratic, I realized that she was about to come. 

I grabbed her hip bones and started pounding upward into her pussy with all I had. Mom grabbed my forearms and steadied herself as she slammed down onto me. Her eyes never opened. I didn't exist. 

Mom tensed suddenly, "My God" she screamed, "Oh my God, yes, yes, Oh my" followed by numerous grunts and cries of ecstasy. 

This pushed me over the top, and I bellowed out a growl that should have wakened neighbors! I flooded Mom's clutching pussy with come, jet and jets of it. We slammed against each other draining me of all my vital fluids, and filling Mom's womb, where I once lived. 

I now had to pull Mom's hips tightly to my groin as the head of my dick was as sensitive as anything I had ever felt! I could not take any more movement from her! I could feel Mom's cervix pressed against the head of my dick, and the pressure caused a few more spurts of come to pump out. 




Mother Adel



Mom was using her pussy muscles to squeeze my cock with a pulsing throb, although I don't think she was actually controlling it. It seems we had synchronized our grunts, spurts, and squeezes. 

Mom collapsed down onto my chest and was sobbing and gasping for air. We both were shaking and gasping, and it seemed like an hour before we could breathe normally. 

"I love you so much," she whispered. 

I replied, "I love you even more." 

We held each other as I softened inside of her soaked pussy. When I pulled out it was like a deluge! We both started laughing at the situation, and then we began kissing again. Damn how I love to kiss this beautiful woman!! We rolled to our sides and I was stroking Mom's cheek as I kissed those luscious lips. 

And of course it was not long before I was slipping down to get my lips on those great nipples! Me sucking on Mom's nipples was a fascination for both of us and I could not get enough of suckling on them. The sides of Mom's tits were also sensitive, and I kissed there often as it seemed to stir Mom on. 

Now we were just kind of winding down, stay lovingly connected with soft sucking, kisses and caresses, but not for any kind of foreplay, just a slow cooling off period for our two bodies to recover. 

After many minutes of this gentle post play, we went to shower and prepare to try to sleep. But that big bed and this sumptuous room... might be more than we bargained for! 

Surprisingly, we actually slept the whole night, spooned together and happy. When I awoke I was so enthralled at having my lover, my Mother, in my arms, so naked and so perfect. I stroked her a bit as I woke her with nibbles to her neck. When I was sure she was semi-awake, I lay her on her back and crawled down for my breakfast of champions! 

Mom just whimpered in pleasure as I began to kiss her pussy, and when I sucked the soft petals of her pussy lips into my mouth she got more excited. Before long I was tongue fucking my Mother's tasty treat, and she was pulling at my head to get me in closer. I rubbed my nose on her clit to speed things along and she was humping my face before I knew it. 

I inserted my finger, put slight pressure on the spongy wonder, and kissed, licked, and sucked like my life depended on it! 

Mom was out of control and ranting something to the effect of, "Never, never, insane, complete, Doug, please!" 

I decided then, that this morning I was going to make her come in my mouth and she didn't have to do anything in return! 

I ate my Mother's succulent pussy for a long time and she started her rise to climax. I loved every minute of this and I felt so powerful in making her body tremble and quiver like this! With a great intake of air, Mom was coming now, screaming, and clawing at my hair. 

"Oh Yes! Oh Yes! Don't stop, don't, don't, I need you, I need this! Yes Doug, Ohhhh," and she shook and quivered as she suffocated me! 

I kissed her thighs and very lightly licked her pussy lips as she came back to me. Gentle and numerous kisses on the swollen petals of her pussy lips told her how much I enjoyed and loved her perfect pussy. Without put any undue pressure on Mom's sensitive clit, I used my tongue to lovingly clean up her soaked pussy. I loved every bit of this! 

I crawled up to hold her and kiss her - and she asked if I would make love to her now, but I just told her, "Relax, I just did make love to you, and we will make love again later." 

She looked like she wanted to ask or tell me something, but she stopped and we just lay in each other's arms and felt the love pass between us. 

Later we made love many times. I could not get enough of this magnificent woman, and I tried my best to make sure Mom got everything she had missed for all those years. 

I would ensure my Mother came more than I did so that she knew what true love was supposed to be. I also wanted to pamper her and enjoy this incredible pleasure I had waited decades to experience.



Mother And Aunt Meet In His Room



(This story belongs in the series relating to Shobha, Ajay and Dipti. The story is self-contained and can be enjoyed on its own. The immediately preceding story, for those who seek continuity in the theme is titled "Shobha and Dipti comfort each other".)

Shobha lay back in bed, weak from the sexual marathon she and her co-sister had engaged in. (Co-sisters: an Indian definition of the relationship between women married to brothers). 

This was her first visit to Dipti's place after the time when she inadvertently seduced her nephew, Dipti's son. On that visit she had taken the nineteen year old's virginity. Since then, Dipti who was deeply possessive of her son had decided that she could not afford to let Ajay lust after his aunt. She took him and gave herself sexually to him, making sure that she erased all memories of his saucy aunt. Dipti could see that Shobha was utterly desirable and she wouldn't blame her son if he started hungering for that luscious woman. 

To break that hold Dipti made sure she visited her son's room often enough to ensure that he remained sated. She also stayed away enough to make sure she didn't become his habit. It was after all, fundamentally a taboo relationship. There was a fine line between bonding and comforting through sex and outright debauchery. And she didn't want to cross that line, even by mistake.

On this visit of Shobha's, both women exchanged notes on Ajay. Shobha was intrigued that her co-sister had been bold enough to break taboos and sexually engage her own son. As Shobha and Dipti exchanged notes, the arousal was dramatic. With each woman having told the other all, there were no barriers left. In lust, they melted into one another. 

The women discovered that a fully intense pleasure and release from one another could come only with tonguing. First she tongued Dipti. And then Dipti returned the favor only to be shocked by the flooding from her pussy. Dipti flowed in the same way when Ajay fucked her. (Her husband just about managed to cum himself, so her pleasure in those encounters was limited.) 

But Shobha discovered a new dimension to orgasm. The energy with which she took Dipti was compounded by the intensity with Dipti made her cum. Finally, when Shobha returned to her bedroom she was ragged and tired from the exertions. In a few months of visits, taboo sex and now a warm lesbian relationship with her co-sister had transformed her. 

And for all the intensity, the uniqueness of feeling a woman's breasts and the connect, there remained the strong feeling in both of them, that a man was needed after all. There was something about the filling of the womb with a throbbing hot member. Preferably, Ajay's manliness.

As she lay there, drowsy with sleep and exhaustion, her mind wandered to the strong youth who was in bed in the room across the corridor. She had had him only once. But Dipti had feasted on the boy. Shobha's loins incredibly, stirred with lust at the thought of that young man. She wanted him, to feel his youthful vigor. She also wanted to teach him to eat her out. She wanted to cum on his face the way she had on Dipti's.

She did not know when she fell asleep. Even as those lustful thoughts ran through her brain, her body succumbed to sleep. She awoke in the wee hours of the night. She felt fresh and her mind straightaway went back to the lustful thoughts of her nephew. Shobha crept out of her room and slid into her nephew's room with the hunger of a tigress on a hunt. 

She had tried to be as quiet as possible to make sure she didn't wake up anyone. She wanted all the time she needed to feast on Ajay. But she need not have bothered. As she entered the room she could make out the outline of a woman atop the boy. It could only be Dipti. She watched as the woman shook and shuddered riding the supine body under her. The breasts were jiggling as Dipti groaned out in pleasure as her son's cock, embedded up in her, gave her all the pleasure she wanted.

"The bitch!" thought Shobha, "She just had her fill of pleasure from me and now she wants him too," she cursed inwardly. She herself felt that way but that was not what was running in her mind. It was jealousy that Dipti had beaten her to Ajay' room. Dipti was riding her son vigorously, her head flailing and her hands playing with her breasts and resting on Ajay's chest for support. She still had on her bangles and her gold chain around the neck. They tinkled as she bounced, serving as reminders of the traditional background of all the dramatis personae. Each of those jewelry items was traditional in design and worn by tradition.

The wanton display from Dipti made her Shobha's juices flow. They had already moistened her walls as she walked towards Ajay's room in anticipation. But now there was a flow. And her co-sister did look radiant with all those adornments.

Shobha wanted in. The only way she could have her release was by fucking Ajay. She needed that throbbing, stocky cock plundering her. She had fantasized about him for months between the two visits. She had discussed him with Dipti and got turned on. Both women had fallen on each other and feasted. All turn-ons had been taken care of by furious and vigorous masturbation. Now she needed the young man himself; nothing else would do.

With determination to retain some of his erection for herself Shobha stepped forward. She grabbed Dipti's shoulders and pulled her to herself. Her hands grabbed the woman's bouncing breasts and clutched them, giving a shocked Dipti the relief of her grip and caress. Dipti was sobbing out her orgasms as Shobha clutched her. At any other time she could have stopped Shobha. But her cunt was in meltdown, her breasts were aching and Ajay was busy thrusting up. She wanted his hands on her but that was not happening. The boy was barely awake and hardly ready to respond when his mother started marauding him. 

Nipples aching, head and neck not in control Dipti was beside herself. The precise moment when Shobha touched her shocked her. But instinctively, she knew it was a woman's hand and that could only be Shobha. She gratefully accepted the womanly caresses and the firm grip on her tits, postponing all thoughts of the incongruence of the situation to later. 

She put her arms around Shobha and using the support of that woman, rammed down on Ajay's hard-as-ever cock. 

"Shobha –ah –ah –ah –ah!" sobbed Dipti as orgasms wracked her body. She too had gone to bed aroused and had awoken all aroused and thinking of both Shobha and Ajay. She came to Ajay to quench the fires already in a state of wild arousal. She had thrown the sheet back and with a quick manipulation of his cock, focused on her own pleasure. From her swollen cunt, the orgasm was near-instant. 

It was Ajay who found his mother's fucking rough and painful at first. The copious flow from the ramming cunt drenched him. His mother's wild state left him with little to do. He watched in fascination at first when she posed atop him in dramatic views of flailing breasts and rippling body. Then he was shocked when he saw someone entering the room.

And his cock jerked to a new hardness when his mother sobbed out his aunt's name. "Shobha, you shouldn't be here! Go away," pleaded Dipti as she clung on to the more generously built woman's frame. It was heavenly hugging her and feeling her soft yet firm hands on her aching tits. But in front of her son? This had to stop.

She tried pushing Shobha away but the struggle only added to the eroticism. It was a sexual wrestle. Shobha was still wearing a bed sheet knotted around her breasts. From the hall downstairs where she and Dipti had sucked orgasms out of each other, both women had just managed to grab a random selection of clothes to appear modest. Shobha had collapsed on her bed, just clutching the odds and ends to cover herself. When she moved out of her bed to Ajay's room she swept out with a bedsheet. That proved most useful now that Dipti was groping for her body.

She was groping for her to push her away. But that would come later. First would come the contact of warm flesh upon flesh. Shobha wantonly allowed the bedsheet to unravel and Dipti's determination to push her way was badly dented. She gasped as she felt Shobha luscious tits once again. The grappling continued amidst the humping of her son. 

The boy was writhing from the mauling his cock was receiving at Dipti's cunt. As Dipti made up her mind to push away the intruding woman, Shobha slyly slid her hand down the other woman's belly. The hand reached the moist hot valley between the two bodies. Her fingers expertly reached for the splayed open clit as Dipti pounded down on Ajay. She strummed the clit and teased the mother as she fucked the son. Her fingers opened to ride down across the pillar of flesh – Ajay's cock - reaming Dipti. 

"Chachi!" gasped Ajay as he called out to his aunt in agonized pleasure. "Yes beta," replied the aunt huskily, looking deep into Dipti's eyes. Dipti's lips were agape and eyes glazed as Shobha squeezed another tremor out of her clit. She raised and dropped herself on Ajay, twisting and turning to the pleasure. Shobha's other arm went under Dipti's armpit gently prising her off the cock from the grip of the cunt. 

Shobha was nervous Ajay would spill himself before she had a chance to feast on the cock. She needed that in her cunt and now. She abandoned finesse for her share of the loot and pulled Dipti up.

Dipti wailed in frustration as she felt him being sucked out of her. She tried to wriggle back but Shobha proved more able. She rapidly formed a pointed clutch of five fingers and rammed them up the grabbing, pulsating cunt. Even as she was grateful for the filling of the vacuum in her cunt, Dipti convulsed at the pain the pointed rough thrust of fingers. 

Ajay groaned in agony as his orgasm fell back from where it was rising. Shobha pushed Dipti back and both women fell back, Shobha on top of the woman she was sexually assaulting.

The open sexual war between the women left Ajay bewildered. Both women were objects of his deep desire and he was desperate for his own satiation but not at the risk of alienating either. He didn't know how to exercise his preference for one or the other. But his hands wanted to feel his chachi's full cushiony breasts and her bubbling hot cunt was a memory over which he still masturbated. He would love to have her. Yet here was mother, who made sure he never missed womanly comfort.

Slowly his hand wandered downward to take charge of his lonely if messy cock as his aunt devoured his mother.

And that was exactly what she was doing; devouring her. Fingers stabbed up the cunt and in the other hand was a twisted and tortured breast of Dipti's. Shobha's tongue was deep inside Dipti's mouth as the she breathed into her mouth as the other woman moaned her delight into her throat. Out of thee corner of her eye Shobha saw Ajay stroking himself. Her hand left Dipti's cunt and shot out to grab Ajay's wrist. She pulled his hand off the cock and whispered into Dipti's mouth, "Didi, dekho, hamara Ajay," (Sister, look, our Ajay)

With that sentence she set the agenda of a shared passion rather than a sexual predatory war between them for Ajay. That was exactly what both women had agreed while suckling on each other earlier on. It was easy to agree on everything in the heat of cum smeared faces sliding on each others bodies, lips kissing and hands caressing one another.

But in front of her son, Dipti felt hopelessly compromised and threatened as well. When Shobha characterized Ajay as "our" Ajay Dipti looked at her son, and watched the brutally aggressive Shobha changed into tender loving maternal figure; her hand was ever so gently and feather like moving up and down that marvelous specimen of manhood. Neither of their husbands were so specially endowed. Nor did they know how to use whatever they had. And Ajay had proved a great stud to have around by remaining shy; responding manfully but never demanding sexual favors.

For Ajay, yes, there was the sexually liberating experience of being dramatically seduced by women he had long admired. In hindsight, it seemed that much of his admiration was longing for those bosoms and the mystical dark secrets of a woman that magically attracted him. But somehow, Ajay never overcame his shyness or awe of his mother or of his Chachi.

At least, in his mother's case there had been a lot of coming and going. Still it was mostly in the dark and there were implicit "rules"; he never went to his mother – she came to him. Till she came to him and outside his bedroom, she was 'Mom', strict and all. Affection had grown but their physical sharing of that affection and the sexually explosive interaction was always by the soft shadows of night in his bedroom.

In his aunt's case, she had always been saucy and desirable and she had been the center of many a fantasy prior to the night of pleasurable mistakes. And that sauciness merely bubbled forth in their one sexual encounter. Secretly, even as he screamed to Dipti that she would be the only woman he could lust in that fashion, there were many nights when he shagged to the memory of his aunt mouthing him, sucking him, and fucking him.

He also had briefly tasted her pussy and now, after more of mum, he wanted to go further. Both Shobha and Dipti had simulated the effect of a cunt on his cock with their lips. He wanted to fully return the favor. But there was no asking, talking or telling. Both women were seniors in the rather structured Indian family and both relationships were seriously taboo. He stayed within the confines of that fearing the loss of his private sexual paradise.

He never spoke to anyone about it and never pushed the envelope by asking his mother to do more than what came naturally n their encounters. So the shyness remained and that explained the shock of having his mother and aunt openly acknowledge their relationship with him, in front of him. And demonstrating their own lust for one another, something he had not imagined. He knew he had a new scenario to fantasise upon and masturbate between sessions with his mom.

He watched in disbelief as Shobha tugged away her bedsheet-wrap and opened out her body to mother and son. Her body was all curves with heavy succulent breasts, in between them in the deep valley nestled her gold mangalsutra reminding everyone of the sheer illicitness of these events. She was saucy with the desirability of a mature, experienced woman.

As her fingers played the cock she rubbed her body against Dipti's. Dipti was slick with sweat from her exertions and Shobha luxuriated in smearing herself with the other woman's perspiration. Dipti thrust back up at Shobha even as she watched her son gaze reverentially at Shobha. As her body undulated in search of pleasurable contact, her pubic region rubbed against Shobha's less-than-flat stomach. Shobha felt a smear of a wet, warm, soppy, mess which was a testimony to how drenched Dipti was in her brief fucking of Ajay. 

Dipti watched her son's eyes devour Shobha. Dipti realized that regardless of her control over the boy, which she had so deliberately established by feeding him sexually, Shobha held a special place in Ajay's mind.

"Dekho, didi!" exclaimed Shobha as if on cue. (Look!) She was expertly playing the sexual politics of the situation. She was making it possible to feast on her prey and extend her access but without alienating the custodian, Dipti, the mother. If she wanted, she would have to share. If she wanted more, she would have to showcase greater pleasure for Dipti. If she wanted to own both, she would have to feed Dipti's sexual curiosity and innocence.

"Isn't he marvelous?" she asked her stunned co-sister as she gently fisted him, her hands dealing with the sticky coating left by Dipti even as Ajay flowed afresh to her ministrations.

Dipti's throat choked. She started to say something but only a croaking sound emanated. Her hand clutched Shobha's ass trying to pull her in so she could grind her cunt against something pleasurable. Shobha turned to face Dipti fully. With a deliberate wide open set of lips she covered Dipti's mouth and slobbered on her lips, kissing as if she were sucking on overripe peach. Her fist closed tight on Ajay and her thumb ran teasing circles on the engorged head of his cock. 

"Chachee!" groaned the boy as with each flick of the thumb he shuddered involuntarily, his whole body wracked by waves of pleasure.

"This," Shobha told Dipti tracing an outline of her lips with a pointed tongue, "belongs around this," she concluded, rewarding Ajay with a strong firm fist stroke.

Dipti gasped. In front of Shobha? God! But the woman held her head and ever so gently brought her face within inches of her son's throbbing aching cock. Ajay thrust his hips upward searching for his next stroke of Shobha's fist but there was no fist; Shobha just held the slab by two fingers, twitching and convulsing as it was.

Dipti opened her mouth to protest and suggest something else but she didn't really have anything ideas. She was ruled by lust. Her mind was dizzy. She could now simultaneously indulge in a banquet; the softness of a woman's love and breasts and the exciting prospect of a filling that only a male cock. There were some things only a snug, live, throbbing and real cock could provide; her Ajay's cock could provide. 

Ajay grabbed his mom's head and with deft guidance from Shobha the open mouth was soon filled. Dipti squealed in protest as Ajay wildly – inconsiderately - rammed himself into her mouth, the cockhead hitting the back of her mouth. She pushed his thigh back and bobbed her head, getting more control and delivering more pleasure to the young man. Frantically she searched for Shobha's hand to plunge her fingers back into her cunt. 

Dipti was desperate for relief. But Shobha was too preoccupied with introducing son to mother. Her lips were close to Dipti's lips. She was kissing her lips rather than looking to partake of the cock that was sliding in and out of those wide luscious lips. Her fingers outlined the bulge of the cock that she could feel through Dipti's cheek.

She loomed over both of them, her breasts swinging and swaying in their fullness as she coaxed them on. "Yes, Didi. Mouth him the way we want him to mouth us," urged Shobha. Ajay's eyes widened in disbelief. Obviously both women had been discussing him, in a very sexual way. 

Out of the corner of her eye Dipti could see those magnificent breasts she had feasted on just a few hours ago. She wanted them at the same time as she wanted this cock. She wanted everything at the same time. Her cunt felt vacant, her breasts were screaming for attention and her hands wanted to maul Shobha. 

But her son's vigor kept her occupied as she tried to make sure no thrust was missed and no occasion was spared in which lips slid over the cockhead effectively. She wanted every stroke to be an ounce of pleasure for her boy, her own little boy now grown into a strong young man. She was also content that Shobha had given her the more intimate role of pleasuring him, keeping her own involvement to directing mother and son.

But Ajay was eyeing those same delectable breasts at that very moment. If they were alluring to Dipti- an older woman, they were objects of wild desire for the youngster. Having been subdued in the confusion and embarrassment at the turn of events, Ajay now moved to a more active role. His mother had been rough and abrupt with him tonight and rammed herself down on his just-erect cock. Usually there was murmuring, stroking and a gentle arousal from sleep. Today it was quick and instantaneous. 

He could not have known that Dipti had been in play with Shobha, though there were enough hints in the conversation now.

No doubt, Shobha had satiated her with a never-before clitoral orgasm. Very womanly, very warm, very intuitive touching her in all the right places. But is not the same as consuming a man like Ajay. And she had woken just a bit before Shobha and made the same decision her co-sister was to take. Feed on the young man!




Mother And Aunt Meet In His Room



Now Ajay's hands cupped those swinging breasts, changing Shobha from facilitator to a making a debut in the participation. She laughed and looking Ajay deep in the eye tousled his hair. With her lips she made a smacking sound- a flying kiss. The smacking sound of her lips was familiar to Ajay. That is how most mothers and aunts in India signal affection publicly. 

In this setting, it made him feel that his aunt had been seductively kissing him in front of the world for all those previous, then innocent years.

He wanted to kiss her back but what he ended up doing surprised them both. When he opened his mouth his tongue snaked out and he flicked it at Shobha. Shobha felt her pussy juices flow in a gush as she saw an unmistakable sign and a chance to shift gears. 

That very flicking on her pussylips and clit would be sheer delight. That night of first seduction he had kissed and licked but not taken her the whole distance. Today, she would teach him, in front of his mother. To take her own pleasure but also so he could treat Dipti to that intensity of orgasm, later, in the leisure of their daily life.

Her hand snaked upward, stroking the young man's flat abdomen and toggled the nipples. Ajay groaned in a loud and ragged voice and Dipti, whose head was bobbing up and down in rhythm, could not help feel that the groan and voice had a special tinge of aching desire. 

He enjoyed mother's sexual bonding, but the aunt was clearly the saucy, raunchy wench with whom sex was racy. Trying to keep pace with the writer/director of the script Dipti too moved her hand up to Ajay's other nipple. She found her fingers claimed by the warm soft hands of Shobha. Fingers intertwined, Shobha's hand made love to Dipti's hand, denying her the pleasure of touching Ajay.

Leaving both mother and son alone briefly she moved to the head of the bed. Dipti and Ajay were aligned with Dipti buried between his legs. Ajay looked around desperately around for his aunt but could not spot her. He locked his legs behind Dipti's back, closed his eyes and fucked the mouth sliding on his cock. In his mind, Shobha was everywhere.

A kiss on his forehead made him open his eyes. Shobha's flowing hair smothered his face and chest tickling him. Shobha had aligned herself to the two of them, but coming from completely the opposite side over Ajay's head. The curtain hair prevented Dipti from clearly seeing Shobha slide forward, kissing Ajay's nose and now opening wide and open over his mouth. The boy kissed back tentatively, shuddering deeply when a wet supple tongue from Shobha invaded his mouth. Her breasts rested against the top of his head and while he was enjoying the tongue-duel he wanted to stuff the pounds of flesh into his mouth and suck, suck hard.

Before that came the swinging mangalsutra, caressing his face, reminding him of his aunt's married status. The metal felt cold against his skin, a stark contrast to the warm and wet bodies covering him in lust. Perhaps the contrast was not just in the temperatures. The symbol of a traditional married woman and the symbolism of how the women were taking him were at odds.

The succulent breasts came to his mouth when she moved forward to kiss his chest. She laughed as his lips frantically searched for the nipple but grabbed at whatever flesh was at his mouth. There was a naughtiness and playfulness in that laughter which helped Ajay and Dipti. Ajay felt less shy and slowly focused more on the copious gifts of pleasure from both women. 

For Dipti the playfulness allowed her to push out of her mind the permissiveness of the situation. Not only was she indulging in sexually intimacy with her son, she was allowing another taboo relationship to meld with her own. She was letting her son experience a threesome sexual relationship; he should neither be having sex, nor with two relatives and definitely not at the same time. His mother would be expected to put an end to any or all of that. 

But Shobha's playful, saucy and raunchy spin on it seemed to offer an opening to let go of some, if not all, of it.

Shobha swayed her upper body slapping Ajay's face with her breasts, absorbed by the sight of her own sexy self and the catch-me-if-you-can game she was playing with Ajay. Licks touched her electrifying her nipples. Lips brushed her allowing them to rise to their very own erections. The caresses caused her to desire a full mouthing and Ajay did not disappoint as his hand caught one then another breast. Holding them as close together he treated both nipples to a vigorous flicking, sending the heat soaring in Shobha's body. 

She raised her head, eyes closed as she savored the detailed attention. A boy she had seen and nurtured as a baby was feeding on her; not for physical or emotional nourishment. This was intimately sexual nourishment. 

When her eyes opened she met Dipti's wide open eyes; very jealous eyes. Her son had stopped thrusting into her mouth. His legs were back down resting on the bed next to his mother's body. She had her mouth on him but not moving. When Shobha swung into action, the sex between Ajay and Dipti seemed mechanical in comparison. She watching closely as boy and aunt connected. When Shobha had raised her head throwing it back to savor the sucking, licking and nibbling, the curtain of hair had lifted. 

Dipti sighted her Ajay going at his Shobha. She was mesmerized by the look of concentration and pleasure on her co-sister's face. She had felt similarly; but this seemed a class apart. She was wondering about that and watching, jealousy never too far away, when Shobha's eyes opened. 

They looked deep into each other's eyes. Shobha could see the jealousy, but her own needs were slowly rising to a crescendo from where the political balance of sharing pleasure was likely to be lost. In fact, her breasts were so well and lovingly treated by the young man that her cunt had started tingling. It was time for to proceed along for that journey which she had set out on.

Shobha stopped the involuntarily and meaningless humping of her hips and moved forward. Eyes still locked on each other the two women made their moves. Shobha allowed her torso to touch, caress and kiss Ajay's face as she slowly made way to her position. Dipti closed her fist around Ajay's cock with her lips focusing on the head as she shifted from mimicking her cunt to a hand-mouth masturbation of his cock. His release would be hers, she thought. 

Suddenly, Shobha was near Dipti's head and she couldn't move much more forward. At this position, her cunt was a little above and a lot higher than where Ajay could reach it. The descent in slope of her tummy into the folds of her lap and luscious wet valley of her pussy were well beyond their target – Ajay's hungry mouth. 

Shobha used the moment to find common pleasure with her co-sister. She kissed the top of her head. She was on her elbows resting her body. She lifted one hand and joined Dipti in a gentle sliding of interlinked fingers up and down Ajay's cock. The young man wanted harder and he thrust his hips upward in agony. He was ignored by both women. 

He looked down to check what was happening. Craning his neck he was amazed to see both women in a deep kiss. "Can she taste her son's saliva in me? Do we know anymore where one person ends and the other one begins?" wondered Shobha, marveling at how sexual heat fused the three of them together as one.

Sucking hard on Dipti's mouth to keep it moving with the direction of her head, Shobha guided the older woman toward her son's cock. Lips parted as the cock rose up between their lips. Shobha reached for Dipti's lips closing around the cylinder of Ajay's cock in the process. If Dipti were to search out her lips she too would have to close around Ajay's cock.

And thus it came to the amazement of Ajay that his mom and aunt had their lips locked around his cock. Frantic in his desire he grabbed at Shobha's buttocks above him. But he could not pull her down to his lips without the cock escaping her lips and she was not about to let that happen. He kissed her thighs and tentatively craned his neck to make passing slurps at the hair of her pussy.

Shobha let saliva bubble past her lips and run down his cock. Her lips slid up and down the thick cock that both women salivated for. Dipti learned from Shobha and slid up and down likewise. The women were going at him as if it were an ice cream bar being licked from opposite sides simultaneously. Like it might happen with an ice cream, there came moments when lips brushed, touched and kissed. 

It was a smorgasbord of new flavors for both women. Was it the other woman's saliva that was so scented? Did some of the aroma come from Dipti's cunt which had been riding this cock a while ago? And what of Ajay's saliva on Shobha's lips? The salt was surely Ajay. But was it the skin or the precum?

Both women were now holding hands, fingers intertwined. Dipti felt ecstatic at the shared moments and felt it would be wonderful if Ajay came now, when neither woman would be deprived. But Shobha had other plans. In preparation to withdraw, she moved from total focus on the cock. She touched his cock with her cheek, playing the pillar, allowing to spring back and forth. Dipti joined her in that. The faces were streaked with his juices as they played his erection with their entire faces and mouthed him totally.

After maddening Ajay, she left Dipti to Ajay's cock. Dipti herself marveled at how instinctively she responded to that; the next time her lips traveled up the cock she moved over his head giving him the pleasure of lips moving over the most sensitive engorged section of his engorged penis. She was rewarded with something thicker than precum. The young man was losing it slowly.

"Kidhar jaa rahi ho?" she took time out to ask Shobha. (Where are you going?) Ajay was ready to explode it seemed and Shobha was invited. 

"Aap ke liye kuch sikhana hai isko," replied Shobha. (I have to teach him something- for you.) Her lips were streaked with an amalgam of fluids defying classification. The streaks ran like silvery threads to the body below her in its more viscous form. The more fluid ones ran down her chin and coated her throat and down in part to her breasts. 

Her statement was meant as a palliative to Dipti as Shobha knew her own immediate focused was the massive release of her pent-up sexual tension. Ajay had to lick her clit to orgasm; today; now!

She hoisted herself up, hands on his torso, not far from where Dipti's face now was. Dipti had continued to slap her face with the springiness of Ajay's cock and both her cheeks were now smeared and stained with his flows. Her slut-like obsession with that cock was exciting to watch and Shobha felt she had the best seat to that exhibition of lust. Her cunt was about to be seated on Ajay's mouth and she could watch his cock being fed upon by Dipti.

She spread her knees apart to lower her pussy. It gaped open at the spreading and she sank down. Ajay was up to the moment, hands pulling those full asscheeks down. As she opened out over him, his tongue stabbed at the core of her opening, where his cock would typically sink. It was wet and slippery and he prodded and pushed. The tongue would go only so far. He let it travel along the length of those open lips, caressing her. It was pleasurable but the boy would have to be taught. Shobha let one hand slip between them and her fingers held her lips apart, framing the clit. She then angled her body and adjusted herself till Ajay felt the long slippery knob of flesh.

"Yessss!" she hissed signaling to Ajay the exact location of her clit. When his tongue roamed she kept particularly quiet and still. When he traveled across the spot out came the 'Yes!' and a sharp dig of her nails into his muscled abdomen to tell him he had it right. A few 'yes'-es, digs and thrusts later, Ajay had learned what his chachi (aunt) wanted.

That extra shudder when his tongue traveled over that islet of firm flesh in the midst of that pubic forest and pulsating flesh – that shudder felt special. The musky scents, the wet invitation all seemed overwhelming. But the signal from his aunt was unmistakable. That spot was special and she wanted him there. Attention shifted from his cock and his mother's mouth to his aunt's cunt and his own tongue tip.

Shobha held herself steady, well –balanced on knees and hands rested on his abdomen. Her eyes were shut and the universe was his tongue tip at her clit. It started out as if he was eating ice-cream: long, savoring laps of his tongue. The juices flowed freely and Shobha luxuriated in the attention to her entire inflamed pussy lips. For too long, she had only been attending to the others. But the careful maneuvering and patience was necessary; her access to Ajay depended on how she handled Dipti.

The intense shudder from the stroking of her clit was fleeting. As the number of times he lapped at her increased, she ached for the speed to increase. What she wanted decreased was the length of the tongue strokes. On oral, both she and her 'student' were inexperienced. Shobha's only experience with orgasms from being tongued was the warm, intense lovemaking with Dipti a few hours before. 

Both Dipti and she had been new to the experience. But there lay the advantage of a woman loving a woman. Each instinctively knew how a woman's body worked. Without the need to be told, Shobha knew how Dipti would like her tongue to focus on the clit. And when it was Shobha's turn to be treated Dipti knew what had brought on her own explosions. At the precise moment, long strokes gave way to short focused jabs of the tongue. With a woman loving you, it was so easy.

Not so with a man, that too an inexperienced youngster like Ajay. He would have to be trained. Told. Guided. And Shobha did just that. 

"Faster, faster!" she gasped, as she made a minute adjustment to the angle of her hips. Dipti's fist completely relaxed even though it was around Ajay's cock. She was mesmerized by the sight of Shobha's pleasure; it fascinated her that whatever was on display on Shobha's face was the creation of her offspring.

Shobha's fingers rubbed little circles on Ajay's abdomen signaling the effectiveness of his tonguing. Ajay picked up the signals and realized that faster, shorter strokes was what Chachi was looking for. When he totally hit the right spot consistently, Shobha pinched up his flesh between thumb and forefinger and massaged it feverishly. She may have been hurting him but nothing mattered to her more than her clit and the electric impulses shooting from there to various parts of her being.

"Hah!" she hollered and her head slung forward. "Unh!" she hissed in a long inhalation as she threw her head back, preparing for the next wave from inside her. Then again she threw her head forward with a 'Hah' which captured a violent exhalation of air.

A series of inhalations and exhalations followed. "Hah! Unh! Hah! Unh! Hah! Unh!" went Shobha as she took her pleasure unmindful of the noise, the shamelessness, the agape Dipti or the boy pressed under her. 

When Ajay's tongue ached and he felt the need to pause, her nails dug deep into his flesh making red marks and she screamed, "Don't stop, beta!" The poor boy held on to her ass through the entire episode, his eyes closed and his tongue working ceaselessly. All that mattered was his Chachi's approval of him, and his performance in bed. His cock lost a good bit of its hardness and was somewhat slanted under its own weight. 

Dipti continued to stare at her husband's brother's wife, a complete picture of lust and abandon. Pure woman, pure pleasure and nothing else. No relationships, no taboos, no inhibitions, no shyness. In a room of three, she seemed all alone at the pinnacle of pleasure with nothing else holding her other than intense pleasure. It was a stellar performance which outshone anything that Dipti had felt herself, seen in movies or imagined in her fantasies.

The student learned that when a woman is aroused to this state in this method, the only thing that mattered was to her was her own self. For those minutes, she was all concentration on a simple activity that involved nothing more than his tongue. 

As a young man who had lusted for, admired and fantasized about that very woman, he was in an emotional state of giving. It mattered a lot to him that she was finding such gut-wrenching pleasure from him. If it was any less intense it would dissatisfy him. And he was proud and happy she was getting it from him. 

He would tell her later her promised himself: "Don't take this from anyone else than me and come as often as you like. I wont touch you in any other way or ask you for my own pleasure. Just take this from me and only me."

If teaching a novice involves quickly showing that what he is doing has the desired result, Shobha was in the required state of arousal for quick results. Within a few tongue-strokes the rhythm of her inhalation and exhalation at the waves from within ended in a chaotic series of convulsions. Flood gates opened and Shobha exulted in a series of triumphant 'yes' es spoken in her mother tongue, "han, han, han han, haaaaaaaaaaan," the last one being long to coincide with a particularly huge, intense squirt.

The release of so much fluid surprised Ajay but he was also taken aback at the water-gun-like shot; a sharp hard stream. Then several more. His mouth flooded and he found himself gulping for breath. 

"Didi, didi, didi, didi, didi, didi," Shobha called out to Dipti in her uncontrolled state.. (Didi: elder sister). "Look!" she managed to say while she squeezed out her n-th convulsion. "Your son," she stammered as an unexpected frisson shot through her body. "My Ajay. Look what he has made of me todayyyyyyyy" she babbled, the long 'y' coming from spasms coursing through her being.

Ajay had reached the limit of his endurance from the flooding. His mouth was choked and he needed to breathe. He moved his head to gulp air. Shobha missed the tonguing. Her hips thrust downward. She searched for and found his nose: its tip was harder and more stationary than that tongue tip. She rubbed her clit forward and back on the nose getting every single bit of pleasure and touching she needed. She was now leaning forward her breasts hanging and swaying as she fucked Ajay's nose with her pussy.

"This," she said rubbing herself up, "he can" she continued thrusting down, "do" she went up again, "for you" down, "now" up, "that" down, "Ieeeeeeeee" a long 'I' at an unexpectedly violent spasm, "have" down again, "taught" up, "him" down and she held there down and hard as she ended.

The violent spasming reduced to throbbing which didn't need the stroke making. She savored it. Ajay came back to life, rubbing her entire nether region with his face. She shuddered as the throbbing gave way to a humming series of micro-orgasms. Shobha laughed. "Hamara Ajay!" she murmured dreamily to Dipti. A wave of warmth washed over her. She needed to hug that boy.

She opened her eyes and looked down and there was Dipti. She leaned forward fully and as Dipti moved her head Shobha gained access to Ajay. She kissed the scrotum, the length of his cock and smothered it with her mouth. The cock rapidly gained its full strength and she quickly bobbed her mouth up and down on his erection. Then she swiveled around and kissed him fully on the lips, tasting herself there and giving him a taste of himself from her lips.

"Chalo, varna mummy naraaz ho jayegi," she said. (Lets go else mother will get upset.)