****** Motherly Love by L ******
===============================================================================

Motherly Love


Chapter One

I was thirteen when my Father left. By the time I turned fourteen, my Mother
was well on her way to becoming an alcoholic. Only thirty-six years old, she
was still quite attractive but the booze was beginning to take its toll on her,
as if she were trying to drink herself into oblivion. And there were so many
different guys taking her out and stuff that I couldn't keep track of all of
them.

There were many nights when some guy would bring her home from bar hopping and
Mom would just pass out on the sofa without even making it to her bedroom. It
was just such a night that something awoke me from a sound sleep and I went
downstairs to make sure everything was okay. As she had done so many times
before, Mom lay sprawled on the sofa snoring softly. Her skirt had hiked itself
almost up to her waist and she wasn't wearing any panties at all. I stood there
beside the sofa looking down at her exposed pussy and all of a sudden I had a
raging hard-on. I had seen Mom in various stages of undress before, but it had
never had affected me like it did that night. Her legs were spread apart and I
could see the pink and fleshy lips of her pussy and the dark triangle of pubic
hair and it turned me on so much that I grew dizzy as I stared down at her.

It was pure impulse then that caused me to bend down and lightly rub my fingers
against the fleshy lips of my Mother's pussy. She didn't even stir and there
was no break in her even breathing at my touch. Emboldened by her lack of
response, my heart pounding in my chest, I gently inserted a finger into the
crevice of her pussy and gently squirmed it around a little. The only response
Mom made was to squirm her pelvis slightly as my finger probed. It suddenly
dawned on me that if she wasn't making any resistance to my finger, just maybe
I could...

Without even pausing to consider the possible consequences, I pushed my pajama
bottoms down and carefully climbed up onto the sofa and positioned myself
between my Mother's legs. I wasn't at all sure how to proceed because I had
never screwed a girl before, but I took hold of my rock-hard dick and touched
the tip against the lips of her pussy. I pushed forward a bit and somehow found
the mark because my penis slipped smoothly into Mom's pussy. The feeling was
incredible and I began to slowly slide my dick in and out and to my amazement
and delight, Mom started to move her hips in rhythm with my movement and began
moaning softly as I fucked her.

"Oh Raymond... give it to me hon... give it to me hard!!"

I figured Raymond must have been the guy she was out with earlier but I was
enjoying myself too much to even care who it was she was moaning about. I just
started humping her harder and faster and then it was my turn to moan aloud as
I started cumming like I had never done before... not even when I jerked off.

After a while, I pulled myself out of her and rose on shaky legs to pull my
pajama's up again. I could see that Mom's eyes were still closed. I reached
down and tried to pull her skirt down a little, then ran upstairs and jumped
into my own bed. I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow...

                                  ...........

Mom was already up and fixing breakfast when I got up the next morning. When I
walked into the kitchen where she stood at the stove I was almost afraid to
look at her. But she turned and smiled at me and told me to sit down because
she almost had breakfast ready. She was wearing her terrycloth robe she liked
so much and I couldn't help wondering what she was wearing beneath the robe. As
I sat down at the table I got a hard-on again.

Placing a plate of pancakes in front of me, Mom sat down at the table across
from me and took a sip of her coffee. "Robby honey," she said calmly, "... I
think that you and I need to have a little talk."

"What about, Mom?" I asked, trying to sound innocent but my heart in my throat.
"What's wrong?"

"I was drinking a lot last night, honey... but I remember that Raymond didn't
come into the house with me last night. We made out in the car a while but I
didn't invite him inside. You want to tell me anything Robby?"

Something told me to be honest with her. "Yes... I g..guess so, Mom. You were
sleeping on the sofa and your skirt was all up and you didn't have any
underwear on so I... I... did it to you. Please don't be mad at me."

"It's my own fault I guess," Mom sighed. "I'm a drunk and drunks do strange
things. I'm just sorry I had to corrupt my own son. Who knows, you are so much
like your father that maybe subconsciously I wanted you to... as you say... do
it to me. Do you understand, honey?"

"I think so Mom," I replied, not sure I understood at all. Just happy that she
wasn't mad at me for what I did to her.

"Besides," she said with a smile, "... at your age your hormones are racing. I
can't really blame you... It's just that incest is such an ugly word. Besides
which, I could go to jail for what you did if anyone ever found out about it."

"No one will ever know, Mom," I said quickly. "I'll never tell anyone!!
Honest!!"

"Okay hon... hey... how was it? I mean... did you enjoy it baby?"

"Oh Mom... it was really great!! I gushed. "It was so cool!"

"Hmmm... well... it's too bad I wasn't sober enough to enjoy it with you," she
said with a twinkle in her eyes. "It isn't fair. I had a handsome young man do
"it" to me and I was too far out of things to enjoy what was happening."

"Well..." I said impulsively, "... you're sober now Mom..."

She just sat there and stared at me thoughtfully for what seemed like a long
time before she spoke again. "Robby? Are you suggesting that we do "it" again?"

"Only if you want to, Mom... I mean... you know... since we already done it...
I can't see any harm in it or anything..." The words tumbling out of my mouth
sounded like gibberish to my own ears. "I mean... I won't ever tell... and ...
geez... I mean..."

I had a hard-on from just talking about it to her and I squirmed around
uncomfortably on my chair.

"Well now," she said softly, "...that's something I'll have to think about for
a while honey. Go ahead and finish your breakfast now, okay?"


Chapter Two

I was on pins and needles for the next three or four days. Mom didn't say
anything more about it and things seemed back to normal, except for the fact
that Mom didn't seem to be drinking as much as she had before. And she didn't
go out on any dates or have any of her men friends stop by or anything. Like I
said, everything seemed to be normal except that every once in a while I would
catch her looking at me with a funny look in her eyes. It was that following
Thursday evening when things started happening.

Mom and me were sitting on the sofa watching television when I noticed that she
had crossed her legs and the hem of her skirt was really high above her knees.
I looked down at her legs and started thinking about what it had been like when
I screwed her and I got this super boner again. I already had changed into my
pajama's and I guess she noticed the bulge from my woody because she started
teasing me.

Oh Robby... you are so bad," she said with a laugh. "Sitting there staring at
your poor old mother's legs and getting yourself all excited!"

"I'm sorry, Mom," I said. "I can't help it! Your legs are so pretty and sexy
and all."

"Not bad for an old broad, hunh?" she laughed again. Then she just sort of
scooted on the sofa closer to me and put her hand on my leg just above my knee.
"Robby... you would have to keep things very secret honey... you couldn't tell
a living soul."

"I wouldn't tell anyone... honest Mom!!!!" I exclaimed

Mom seemed to hesitate a minute, then she slid her hand up my leg and cupped
her palm over the bulge in my pajama's. She squeezed her fingers around my
peter and it felt so good I almost came right then. Almost but not quite...

I reached over and cupped my hand over one of her tits, making sure not to
dislodge her hand from my peter. She wasn't wearing a bra so I just sort of
massaged her tit with my hand. Moving her hand away from my lap, Mom turned and
switched off the lamp on the table beside the sofa so that the only light in
the room came from the TV Then she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off so
that her titties were out in the open, then she reached for me again. Only this
time she slid her hand down inside my pajama bottoms to grasp my peter. I then
reached my own hand out to play with her titty once more.

After a few minutes, Mom used her free hand to push my pajama bottoms down
below my knees. Brushing my hand away from her titty, she bent down and kissed
the head of my peter, then she sucked it into her mouth. She swirled her tongue
around it and began an up and down sucking movement with her head and started
playing with my balls at the same time.

"Oh Mom... that feels so good," I said with a moan, "... but I want to fuck you
again... Can I please... Please...?"

Sliding her mouth off of my peter, she stood up beside the sofa and pulled down
her skirt and panties until she was naked, then she reached down and made me
lay down on my back. She straddled me then and lowered herself on to my dick. I
slid all the way up inside her pussy and she began moving herself up and down
and all the time she was staring down at my face...

"Is this what you wanted, baby?" she said in a funny voice. "Is this what you
wanted? You wanted to fuck me, didn't you? Do you like how I'm fucking you
sweetheart..."

She started slamming herself up and down on top of me and I groaned out loud as
I started shooting off up inside her. "Yes Mommy... Yessss... fuck me... fuck
meeeeeeee..."

Send comments/feedback to marlysd@hotmail.com

This story is part of White_Shadow's_Nasty_Stories.
You may also want to visit:
    * Erotic_Top_100_Story_Sites
    * Sexy_Top_100_Stories