Copyright © 2000, Handyman. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit or on another website without the written permission of the author. The author may be contacted by writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com, mrdouble@mindspring.com, or mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. Original posting date: Saturday PM, August 26, 2000 A wildPage Author story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: makinglo.txt http://www.mrdouble.com Story_codes: M/F mother/son inc. Story_intro: This is the story of my fantasy of making love to my mom. It deals with the origins of the fantasy and travels with it until the fantasy becomes reality. I would love to hear feedback as to whether this is a good story or not because I do have more of them! Please write me at handymanhobby@yahoo.com Making Love to Mom Written by Handyman It was a little after midnight when I looked at the clock. "Everyone should be asleep by now", I thought to myself as I folded up the newspaper. I slowly rose from my chair at the kitchen table and walked over to the TV stand to put the newspaper back in its place. I clicked off the TV and started to pick up a few other odds and ends while my mind pondered the sight that I had just seen less than an hour ago. Around 11:15 my mom had left the kitchen and gone to her room to get on her pajamas. With it being summer, her pajamas were far more revealing that the word "pajamas" would lead them to be. They were white and consisted of a pair of really wide legged shorts for bottoms and a loose fitting, sleeveless, top. The intriguing thing about the top was that it had a six-inch transparent mesh strip that ran across the front of it. That horizontal strip ran right across the bottom of her breasts and often gave me flashes of her breasts when she moved around or stretched to reach something. Tonight, however, it wasn't that mesh strip that got me going. Instead, it was her wide legged bottoms. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that she was coming back to the kitchen to say goodnight to me. I turned to face her and just as I did that, the weirdest thing happened. As she was walking into the kitchen, she was adjusting the elastic waist on her pajama bottoms. As she did that, without knowing (or at least I think), she raised the shorts leg closest to me way up to her hip. With her shorts leg as wide as it is, that exposed her whole crotch to me as I sat there looking at her. My eyes immediately focused on her crotch area and her exposed mound of pubic hair. Her shorts leg stayed up there for a second before it fell back into place. Then, as she turned away from me to get something out of the refrigerator, she repeated the adjusting action with the left side. This exposed the majority of her left butt cheek for my viewing. Once again, it took a second or two for her shorts leg to fall back into place. After those two displays, I had seen enough! Now, for most people, having "seen enough" would have meant that they were disgusted by the sight and wished they wouldn't have seen what they had just seen because it was their mom. Or, it would have meant that their mom putting on a show like that was a big "whoops" and they would have just left the room and gone somewhere else to read the newspaper and watch TV. That's not me, however. I've been attracted to my mom's body for at least five or six years. The real turning point in my life was when I was 16. We were on a family vacation and were staying in a hotel somewhere along the way. It was late at night and we were all getting ready for bed. My mom had already put on her pajamas. They were a lot like the ones I described before, except that the shorts were even shorter, the top didn't have the mesh strip, and they were multi-colored. In any case, she was busy reorganizing our suitcases and trying to figure out what she was going to wear the next day. As she was doing all of this, I was laying on one of the beds in the room watching TV. She was busy laying out the clothes on the other bed. As she reorganized our stuff, she stood between the beds with her back to me. For some reason, I just happened to look over at her while she bent over to get something out of the suitcase. That's when I got my biggest surprise ever. With her bending over like that, her pajama shorts legs lifted up in the back enough that I could see almost all of her butt, and most importantly, I could see all the way inside of them to her vagina. I was shocked because it was the first time I had ever seen a vagina in person, and even more shocked because it was my moms! At the same time, however, the sight of her vagina aroused me. It was a beautiful sight. I had seen pictures of vaginas in magazines, but nothing was as amazing as her vagina with its natural surrounding of thin pubic hair. Ever since that moment I've looked at my mom in a different way. I've taken every opportunity that she's unknowingly offered to take a glimpse down her pajama tops at her bare breasts, or up her shorts legs at her beautiful vagina. I've also taken the opportunity to observe her overall beauty. For a woman of 56, she looks absolutely wonderful! She's 5'3" and weighs somewhere around 125 pounds. She has curly dark brown hair that's slowly graying and brown eyes. She carries a little extra weight in her stomach area as the result of having several children, but other than that, her body's beautiful. She has smooth, fit, legs that are really attractive. She has a cute, round, butt that's nothing but lovable. Her breasts are a nice B cup with little, perky, round nipples. Overall, there's nothing on her body that I can complain about. It became the center of many of my masturbation fantasies. I kept thinking about what it would be like to have sex with her, or a woman with her body. It made for many interesting nights, but it started to get old eventually. However, that's when the Internet started to come into play. I had just turned 18 and had gotten my first Visa card and my first computer. Within hours I was hooked up to the net and surfing the web. I started out with the usual sights for football, basketball, and music. My friends, however, kept telling me that I should check out some of the porn that's out there on the net. So, looking to spice up my life, I started checking it out. I found pictures of girls of all ages, size, races, and hair colors. The sites that featured older women were particularly intriguing to me. Then, but some random act, I happened to find a web site that specialized in incest. That caught my eye right away and I immediately checked it out. They said that they had pictures of every family relationship imaginable, especially mother/son type relationships. They also said that they had chat rooms, message boards, stories, movies, and many other things. So, I figuring it couldn't hurt anything, I took my new Visa card and got a membership to the site. That was one of the best things that I could have ever done. Seeing the pictures, chatting with other people, and reading the messages on that site made me realize that I wasn't the only one out there who had feelings for my mom. Looking at the site, however, also made me realize something else. Many of the people who I chatted with or who had posted on the message boards simply wanted to fuck their mom to fulfill some type of crazy fetish that they had. Seeing what those people wrote, however, made me think hard about what I really wanted to do with my mom. I actually spent hours at a time thinking about it. Finally, I realized that I really didn't want to "fuck" her. Instead, I came up with something completely different. I realized that for years she had been there for me whenever I needed something. Any time I needed a hug or needed help with something she was the first one there to help. Often when I said "thank you" for what she had done, it didn't seem like enough. We both felt that way and she often asked for a hug and kiss or something to go along with the "thank you". It all still seemed so insignificant, though, in comparison to what she's all done for me. I often told her that too, and that I wished that I could show her how much I loved her and appreciated all that she's done, but she didn't know what else to do or say. After many hours of thinking about all of this stuff I realized that there was a way. Instead of my old fantasies of "fucking" her, I realized that I really wanted to make love to her. "Fucking" is just for the fun and pleasure of it. Making love, however, is much more special than that. It's a huge bond between two people that expresses their love and caring for each other. I realized that this would be an extremely powerful and emotional way to show my mom how much I appreciated and loved her. So, I set off on my mission to make it happen. Making love to her became the center of all my masturbation fantasies. I even made a few subtle attempts at making my fantasies come true. I have a feeling, however, that they were too subtle. On one occasion I thought that my fantasies were about to come true. I was naked on my bed, masturbating, when she walked in. She stood there for a second and watched me. That's when I opened my eyes and we made eye contact for a second as I continued to stroke my penis. I thought for a second that she was going to come closer, but then in a flash she was gone. I tried to talk to her about it a little later, but she wouldn't talk about it. That kind of put a damper on my fire and I slowly started to give up on the hope of making love to her. I returned to many of my older habits of fantasizing about fucking her or women her age. I found that it added extra excitement to the fantasy if I masturbated using a pair of my mom's dirty panties. However, three years have passed since I first realized what I wanted to do, and now making love to my mom was just a distant fantasy. Tonight was nothing different than usual, except that I had extra motivation going into my almost daily masturbation session. Having seen my mom's crotch and butt like that really got me going. I finished cleaning up in the kitchen and turned off the light. From there I went into the laundry room and got a pair of my mom's dirty out of the laundry basket. They were plain white "granny" panties, but that was good enough for me. Besides, I wasn't going to find anything better because that was all that she wore. I put them into my pocket and started to head for the basement where my bedroom and the computer room were. I quietly crept down the stairs, closing the door behind me. I was almost positive that everyone was asleep, and I kind of wanted to keep it that way. After all, that last thing I wanted was my dad to come down and find me masturbating with a pair of his wife's panties. Once down stairs I went straight to the computer room and turned the computer on. I wanted to be sure it was done booting by the time I was ready. Then I went into my bedroom and took off all of my clothes except my boxers and put them on the chair by my bed. I took my mom's panties out my pocket as I laid my pants down on the chair. I took them to the computer room, and while I was in there started up my Internet program so it would be ready when I got back from the bathroom. I set her panties down on the desk and headed to the bathroom. As I flipped on the light and started to urinate, the images of my mom's most intimate parts kept filling my head. I wished that I could touch those parts and make love to her like I had dreamed. But, then, as fast as my head filled with those images and thoughts, reality hit me and I said to myself, "Yeah, right...That'll never happen because she's my mom." I finished urinating and shook off my penis and dropped it back in my boxers. I headed back to the computer room, listening upstairs for any sounds of life. None. It was safe to start masturbating. I sat down and contemplated where to direct my Internet browser. I decided to go to a mature women site that I had subscribed to. It was about time for them to update and I hoped that they would have some good-looking women my mom's age that I could get off looking at tonight. I typed in the address, and then my passwords. "Good!", I thought to myself as I saw that they had just added a whole bunch of new women today. I clicked on the first model and started to look at the pictures of her as she started to strip. I could feel myself starting to get hard. The head of my penis was slowly rising against my boxers. I looked at my mom's panties on the desk and decided it was time to put them to use. I stood up and took off my boxers, throwing them on a chair in the corner. I sat back down and took my mom's panties and unrolled them. I lifted them up to my face and smelled the crotch on them. It smelled sweet like usual and I wondered if my mom ever had a day where it didn't smell good. I took her panties then and wrapped them around my penis and started to slowly stroke myself up and down. Using one hand to stroke, I used the other hand to navigate the mouse. After looking at one whole models' series, I took my mom's panties and held them up to the light. There was a big wet spot on the front of them, just above the crotch, from all of my juices. Seeing my mom like that earlier had really gotten me horny and my penis was already producing pre-cum at a steady stream. I returned her panties to my penis and started to pump away while looking at the next series of pictures of a different model. About midway through the second series I was looking at, something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. I thought that I had seen movement outside of the computer room, but I couldn't tell. I hadn't turned on any lights so it would look like I was asleep. Now, however, I couldn't tell if it was really someone or something moving out there, or if it was my imagination. After staring at the door for thirty seconds, or so, I decided that it had to have been my imagination because I didn't see anything. So, I continued to click on another picture and stroke my penis with the panties wrapped around it. The picture had barely finished loading when out of the corner of my eye I saw the doorway fill with a white figure. "Tim!!! What are you doing?!?", my mom asked in a powerful whisper. "I'm, um, masturbating", I sheepishly replied. "Well, I can see that...I'm not stupid!", she said in a sarcastic tone. I could see her eyes shifting down to my hand on my penis, and more importantly, her panties that were wrapped around my penis. "What do you want?", I asked nervously. Mom said, "Well, I was coming down to see if you were still up or if you had forgotten to sign off the internet again like other times...." I knew why she was coming down then. We had a discussion not that long ago about not spending the whole night online, or forgetting to sign off, because it was our only phone line and if someone needed to call 911 in the middle of the night because they were having a heart attack or something, they couldn't do it because the computer would still be connected to the internet. She then continued, "but now I just want to know what you're doing with my underwear?!?" Unsure of what to say I mumbled that "It makes it more fun." I looked up at her standing there and saw that she had a confused and bewildered look on her face. "I'm really sorry mom. Would you like them back right now?", I asked as politely as I could given the circumstances. "Yes, I actually would Tim", she said as she shook out of her bewilderment and came closer to get them from me. I slowly started to remove my hand with the panties from my penis to raise them up to her. At the same time she was leaning down to get them. That's when she saw the picture that was on the screen up close. It was a picture of a woman in her upper 40's or lower 50's. Her body was built just like my moms. The only difference was that her hair was blonde, and my mom's was brown. When my mom saw that picture, she froze again. When she snapped out of it, she continued to lower her hand that had been reaching for her panties to my shoulder and said, "Tim, we need to have a talk." "OK, whatever", I replied seeing no harm in talking about it. She pulled up a chair next to me and sat down. "Tim, what's with all of this? My panties... pictures of old women... Why?" she asked. I thought about it for a minute. I knew what I wanted to say, but was it the right thing to say. Should I tell her how I wanted to make love to her, or should I tell her that I just have some weird fetish for old women. That's when I remembered that I had already figured that out and that I really wanted to make love to her. But I decided to let her decide. "Do you want the complete truth, mom? Or, would you like to know just why I have your panties?" I asked, giving her the option of hearing the whole thing or not. "I want to know the whole truth and nothing but the truth, Tim. There has to be a reason behind this, and I want to know why." That startled me a bit, and I started to chicken out again said, "Are you sure mom? Some things might offend you." "I'm sure....", she replied a little reluctantly. So, I took another minute to compose myself. I turned to face her so that we were knee to knee. She sat there with her hands in her lap waiting to hear what I had had to say. I put my left hand on her right thigh took a deep breath, and then spilled my heart and everything I have inside of me out into one sentence. "Mom, it's all because I want to make love to you." As soon as I said that, she froze again. Then she dropped her head into her hands. For a second I thought she was going to cry, but then she raised her head again and took my hand off of her thigh into her hands and held it tight. "Tim, honey, tell me why you started feeling like this. Tell me when. Tell me why. Tell me everything." So, I did. I told her about how I saw her on vacation, and how I thought about her for all of those years until we got the Internet. Then I told her about what I saw on the Internet and how that made me realized that I wanted to make love to her. I explained my reasoning and how I wanted to repay her for all that she's ever done for me, and that I saw no better way. I told her how this would be one big way of saying "thank you" and "I love you." She remained silent for a couple of minutes and then said "Tim, that's so sweet and it sounds so beautiful, but it's also so very wrong." I could see some tears starting to form in her eyes. At the same time, however, I could also see her nipples starting to get hard and poking at her pajama tops. "Who says it's wrong?", I asked. "Everyone.... Everyone... The law...Everyone...", was her reply in a dejected tone. "So", I said, "How are they going to know?" She thought about that for a second and said "I know, but it's still wrong." My reply to her was, "But it's no different than me kissing you goodnight, is it? It has the same meaning, only it's more powerful. The laws are there to keep people from having inbred children.... And I don't think you have to worry about that any more!" She kind of chuckled at that and a couple tears ran down her cheek. She let go of my hand to reach up and wipe them. As she did that, I could see that her nipples were rock hard against her pajama tops. After wiping her tears she returned to holding my hands and looked me in the eyes. "Tim, I love you very much and I think it's very sweet that you want to do something like this..." Here comes the rejection I thought to myself... "And what ever you feel is right, I'd be honored to do with you.", she finished. My heart stopped for a second and then I realized that she was leaving it up to me as far as what we should do. There was no question in my mind what we had to do. I took my other hand off of my penis, where it had been since she walked in, and took a hand of hers in each of mine. I looked her in the eye again and told her what I wanted to happen "Mom, I love you very much.... Let's go make love." She had no reply to that, so I led her by her hand to my bedroom. I turned on a corner light and then turned to face her. After a moment of awkward silence, I approached her and put my hands on her hips. I then slid them up her bare skin until I reached the sides of her breasts. I then slid them forward to her breasts and lightly pinched her nipples. They were rock hard like little pebbles. I had to see them so I lifted her top off, exposing her breasts to me up close. They were beautiful. I then slid down her shorts and she stepped out of them. I then stepped back for a second to admire the beauty of her body. She was far better looking than all of the women her age and younger that I had been looking at on the web. At the same time I could see that see was admiring my body and my penis, which was now fully erect. After a couple minutes of gazing at each other, I led her to the bed and had her lay down on her back. I positioned myself between her feet and started to lick and kiss her legs, starting at the ankles and going up. Her legs were so smooth and it felt great to lick up the insides of her leg and then the inside of her thigh. As I started to kiss further up her thigh, her legs started to naturally part. That gave me the best view I had ever had of her vagina. She had a thick mound of pubic hair that thinned out nicely around her vagina. As I got really close to her vagina I could feel that the hair was softer around her vagina. I think that she thought that I was going to go right to work on her vagina, but I passed it up. Instead I continued to kiss up her stomach, between her breasts, and up to her neck. I kissed and sucked on her neck for a minute, and then dropped back down to her breasts. I landed a big kiss on her left nipple and then started to suck on it. As I sucked on it I licked it with my tongue, first in slow circular patterns, and then in fast flicks. Then I switched to her other breast. I lightly bit her nipple and then proceeded to suck on it. As I did that I pinched her other nipple with my hand and caressed her breast lightly. As I continued to make small circles around her nipple with my tongue, I could hear her breathing deepening. I looked up and saw that she had her eyes closed and her head was tilting back. I decided to keep making my move and started to kiss back down her stomach. I licked around her belly button a couple times leaving a little pool saliva in it, and then proceed down to her pubes. I passed over them and landed a big kiss right on the outer lips of my mom's vagina. My kiss was met by a big gasp of air by her as her body contracted suddenly. I thought I was going to ejaculate right there at the sight of her vagina a tongue's length away, but I didn't. The aroma from her juices that were seeping from her insides was amazing. It was a good smell, and almost smelled sweet. That's when I remembered what her panties always smelled like. They smelled like this! That meant that she always smelled this good. That made me dive right inside of her lips with my tongue. I started out at first just licking up and down along her lips. Slowly I licked a little deeper. The deeper I went, the deeper that her breathing was. I slowly picked up the pace and went even deeper. Then, I figured out where her clitoris was and paid special attention to it, making circles around it and flicking at it with my tongue. I started to slip my tongue into her vagina as far as I could and then back out to catch her clitoris, and then back in. I repeated this motion over and over. I could hear my mom's breathing getting even harder and she was starting to moan. I knew that it wasn't long until she would orgasm, so I picked up the pace even more. I moved my tongue in and out and up and down as fast as I could. My mom tasted so good that it was a pleasure to go even faster and have her emit even more of her love juices onto my tongue. She was so wet that her juices were mixing with my saliva and running down her butt crack into a small puddle on my bed sheet. I kept going faster until her legs suddenly clamped down and started to crush my head. I looked up and saw that she was grabbing her breasts and that her eyes were closed. She started to grunt loudly and squeeze my head harder. I knew she was starting to orgasm and went at her vagina even harder with my tongue. I focused my attention on her clitoris and flicked it as fast as I could. "Oh Tim!" she burst out as orgasm seized her body and uncontrollable spasms rippled though her vagina and out into the rest of her rigid body. I felt a sense of accomplishment as her legs started to relax around my head and her breathing started to slow. But I knew it wasn't over yet. Watching her orgasm like that had almost made me orgasm without even touching my penis. I knew what it was time for, and I'm sure that she did too. I gave her a couple of minutes to recover as I slowly licked the outer lips of her vagina, trying to absorb as much of her love juices as I could. Then when I saw that she had caught her breath, I made my move. I parted her legs as far as they would go and positioned myself so that my penis was resting right on the outer lips of her vagina. I looked into my mom's eyes, and then stretched up and kissed her on the forehead. "I love you mom. Thank you for everything" I said. Mom replied, "I love you too, and you're welcome". And then she placed her hands on my butt cheeks and started to pull me into her. I obliged willingly and pushed my erect member through her outer lips, then her inner lips, and then into the depths of my mom's vagina. I paused for a second once I got in. It was the best feeling ever. Her vagina was extremely hot and wet, and it was a nice, cozy fit for my penis. I slowly started to pull back, and my mom's eyes closed and she took a deep breath in and moaned. Then I slowly thrust back in, listening to the squishing sound of her wet vagina. I slowly started to build up a rhythm...in and out, in and out. With each thrust in my mom emitted quiet "ugh". That encouraged me to pick up the pace even more. As I did so I could feel and hear her vagina getting wetter by the thrust. I continued to thrust harder and faster until my mom wrapped her legs around me and made even more noise with each thrust. "Oh.... Ah...ungh.... Ah...ugh.... Ah..." she grunted as I continued to thrust away. She pulled harder and harder on my butt, which in turned pulled me harder and harder into her vagina. The pace was getting so fast that I knew I was getting close to having an orgasm. I looked into my mom's eyes then and could tell that she was getting close to having another orgasm too. I slowed my thrusting to a stop with my penis completely inside of her. I then adjusted my weight a little and had her put her hands above her head. Then I interlocked my hands with her hands and place my weight on my elbows so we were face to face. She dropped her feet back to the bed so that her legs were completely spread. Then I gave her a long, delicate kiss on the lips and whispered into her ear, "I love you, thank you." From there I positioned my weight on her hands so that our fingers and hands stayed interlocked. I slowly started to pull out, and then thrust back in. Our eyes made contact then, and they locked together. I continued to thrust into her at a faster pace. The sucking sounds coming from her vagina started to get louder, followed by the sounds of my flesh slapping hers. The whole time our eyes and hands stayed locked together. I could tell by looking into her eyes that she was going to orgasm at any second. Her grip on my hands was tightening. Her vagina was starting to contract around my penis. I thrust at a steady pace and used long quick strokes. Finally, I could hold it no longer. I decided it was time for the moment I had been waiting more than five years for. Still thrusting into her at a slowing pace and still looking into her eyes I said, "I love you.... Thank you". She responded by saying. "I love you too...." And then she started to orgasm. My mom's body went completely stiff. Her breathing stopped, her grip on my hands tightened and held, and her vagina rhythmically contracted and clamped down on my penis sending me into ecstasy with her. With our eyes still locked I pumped my penis into her with slow, deliberate strokes and shot my cum deep inside of her as my penis went through thousands of spasms out of control. Spurt after spurt of my love and appreciation for her shot into her depths as her vagina continued to contract around my penis. Finally, after almost a minute, the contractions and spasms started to fade. Finally I just collapsed on top of her with my head next to hers. "I love you Tim.... Thank you", she whispered in my ear. "I love you too Mom, and Thank you too" I replied. She then kissed me softly on the cheek and we drifted off to sleep with our hands still interlocked and with my penis still happily submersed in my mom's warm, loved, and appreciated vagina. *---(:> Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! <:)---* www.mrdouble.com Vehicle..... *---(:> Mr Double <:)---* This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.