MOM'S PROGRESSIVE SUBMISSION

She stands 5'5", with strawberry blond hair that is curly and barely covers her neck and ears At 142 lbs., she had defined hips and ass, and shapely strong legs. Her eye color, green, is a pleasant asset to her not so great skin color, which touts its share of freckles. Her breasts are medium-sized with raisin-sized nipples and an inch wide areola with an assortment of little, tiny mounds scattered about. I know this because she is not very modest around our apartment, walking here to there was just her panties on. Apparently, according to her, at the grand old age of 24, I have seen breast numerous times so there is no mystery. She is right, but she forgets hers were the first ones I saw. As breasts go, they are quite nice but not as perky as they used to be. I pay attention to such things when they're out there to see, all natural like. Hence, my mention of the micro bumps on her areola. I'll I have even compared mom's breast to the others I've been fortunate enough to be intimate with or seen in a magazine, and I give mom good grades every time.

At 42, she has had a handful of men in her life, none of which left her with a fuzzy feeling. If asked, she will willingly tell you what a pain in the ass men are and that she has given up on them entirely. She apparently has because I haven't seen her with one in a lot of years. My father was the last.

So, this is my mom, a lot of fun to be around, but I think she's nutty as a fruitcake. She is independent as hell and has no problem speaking her mind, or threatening me with bodily harm if needed, if I'm not walking the straight and narrow.

Setting the stage, I will tell you a story.

Having been gone for two weeks on business, I arrived at our apartment around three in the afternoon, climbed the 24 stairs to the door and keyed the lock. The apartment was quiet and I figured that mom was still at work, but walking into the dining area I saw her lying across her bed, with just her panties on. I walked to the door and stood studying her form lying there.

I must stop here to describe mom's bedroom.

Standing at the door, there are two French doors with curtains 5 feet to my right. To my left, there are six tall windows that, except for the separating seals pretty much make the 20 foot length open to the world. Of course, three or four nicely leafed trees keep prying eyes at bay. Across to the far side of the bedroom, is a high smallish window, framed with a mahogany stain. Add to this, the eggshell white walls and off-white, thick pile carpet. My mother's bed is situated next to the French doors, a couple of dark colored bed tables with lamps and one or two dressers are situated around the room. Of course, we can't neglect the white bed covering on the bed on which my mother was stretched.

As I was saying, I stood in the doorway studying her form. Her legs spread ever so slightly, allowed me see a bit of pubic hair trying to escape from either side of her panties and the outline of her pussy. From my vantage point, I was happy to gaze on a great looking ass. I must have stood there for 12 to 15 minutes, and sensing that she was deep asleep I took the nine steps to reach the bed, and stood by her left leg. She had faced right with her right arm bent, placing her hand under her chin. Her left arm lay out by her left side. I could hear her restful breathing.

Closer now, I ran my eyes over her body, coming back to focus on her ass once more. I brazenly stroked the back of her thighs and ran my finger up the valley created by her panties across the crack of her ass. Still she slept on and I felt my erection pushing against my jeans.

I had never seriously thought about mom sexually until the last few minutes. And now, I wondered what mom would be like in the throes of passion. I am a physically playful type of guy, not to mention mischievous. And, mom's treasure was so close. I, as delicately as I could, stroked my forefinger up the valley created by the panties over the labia of her pussy. I immediately sensed her awakening and retracted my hand totally away from her body.

"Paul! What the hell do you think you're doing?" She demanded, lifting her bare chest 1 or 2 inches off the bed and turning her head to look at me.

"Trying to wake you up, I suppose." I replied.

"By running your fingers over my ass and...... where your finger don't belong?"

"It worked. How have you been?" I asked, trying to extricate myself from the awkward position.

"I've been awake the whole time. Don't try and change the subject! I'm not one of your whores!" She snapped. "What makes you think you can put your paws on me like that?"

"Well, after all these years of you trotting around in front of me as close to bare ass as you can get, I guess I just felt compelled to finally touch you. You have a door on this room, you know" I replied, defending my actions. "I think you like to tease me, thinking it's safe. While it's not, and to be quite honest mom, now that I think about it, I'd like to compare your pussy with the ones I've seen for real and in Magazines. I've compared your breast and ass for years."

I have to tell you honestly that it came out of left field. To this day, I can't believe I had the audacity to say that to my mother. I was a bit surprised by her reaction. I figured, she would bolt out of the bed and put an ass whipping on me. Instead, she reached for a pillow to cover her chest and rolled to her back, holding a pillow across her breast and said;

"Paul, have you lost your mind?" She exclaimed. "What the hell happened to you in the last two weeks? I suggest you get the hell out of my bedroom and we'll forget all of this nonsense."

The fact that I was not receiving a severe ass whipping only strengthened my resolve and made me more brazen.

"No, mom, I'm quite serious!" I assured her. "I want to see what your pussy looks like."

"Get the hell out of here!" She shouted, but not so loud that our landlords downstairs might hear.

I swiftly moved towards her and grabbed at her panties, to strip them off her, but she kicked at me fending me off, successfully.

"You've lost what little sense you had!" She exclaimed. "Get the hell out of here and leave me alone!"

I saw a suppressed smile cross her face and heard the humorous tone. We both were competitive and had over the years play-boxed and tousled quite often and it was possible that she had taken my craziness of trying to grab her panties as joking around. I would find out later that it was exactly what she thought. My next attempt changed her mind. I approached her from the left side and slipped under her kicking feet, snagging her panties with my fingers. Her smile disappeared, as did the humor in her tone.

"Don't! For crying out loud, have you lost your mind!" She bellowed, pounding me on the head and shoulders with her fist.

Her defense was effective enough for me to forget about her panties and I maneuvered atop her and eventually subdued her hands to the bed, straddling her waist.

"We're going to do this, mom!" I assure her. "Now, accept it and behave yourself it will only take a minute or two."

I suspiciously released her hands and she promptly popped me on the side of the head with a clenched fist.

I wrestled her into submission again and held her fast.

"Paul, if you don't stop this nonsense, I'm going to cry rape." She cried. "I mean it! I swear I will."

"You'd rather throw me in jail, your son, than give me a peek at your pussy?" I queried. "What can a harmless look at your treasure her? I'm going to let you lose. You are going to lie still and let me take your panties off."

"The hell I am. I'm your mother and I demand you stop this silly idea of yours!" She demanded.

Again, I suspiciously let go of her arms, pointing my finger into her face, which I could tell now was redden by anger and exertion.

"You can't do this, dammit!" She exclaimed, seemingly near real tears, which I was sure she was faking.

"Behave yourself!" I cautioned as I maneuvered lower over her body. "I've seen ever part of your body except your pussy. Maybe over the years you should have been more modest. I intend to do this."

"So, this is my fault?" She questioned. "Just remember what they say about payback! You do this and I'll get you back!"

I mother never threatened and I believed her, but I was here, my fingers under the elastic of her panties, as she lay passive, no longer trying to escape. I slipped her panties off her hips, down her legs and off. I was immediately in awe of her very lavish, strawberry blonde bush. I cautiously, as I expected a foot in my face, lifted her knees and spread her legs.

"Somebody is going to see us, dammit!" She exclaimed, referring to the wall of glass. "I can't believe I'm letting you do this! Do you not have any respect for me?"

"All the respect in the world, mom." I replied, spreading her labia tenderly and marveled at her treasure a few long moments. "I have to admit you have one of the most loveliest pussy's I have ever laid my eyes on."

"Thank you!" She said sarcastically. "But you're not telling me anything I haven't been told before! And let me add, you are pervert!"

"Did they think enough of your pussy to do this?"

With those last words, I put my mouth to her pussy. It brought an immediate response, a very negative response.

"NO! HELL NO! She bellowed. "YOU HAVE LOST YOUR MIND!"

She began to crab backwards across her king size bed. Tried to turn over but I prevented the flip and put my face back into her crotch. I got my tongue on her clit and she struggled briefly before coming to rest. Long moments later, I declared victory when she moaned and placed both legs over my shoulders. I scooted my hands under her ass.

I alternated tonguing her clit and running my tongue from inside the bottom to the top of her labia, all with the desired affect. She refrained from any vocal words but her moans told me all I needed to hear. Her hands, rather than pounding my head, now massaged it lovingly.

I proceeded cautiously, not wanting her to come too quickly or end my enjoyment. I held her in sensuous suspension for 25 minutes.

"Stop playing with me, Paul!" She tenderly critiqued. "You're driving me crazy!"

I did a she directed, and with a few feather-light, fluttering licks to her clit, her ass lifted as the climax seized her. My face followed her ass and I kept my tongue centered on her clit.

As the climax evaporated, I withdrew from her without any words, leaving her to her reflections, and went to take a shower. A long shower as I jerked off to the knowledge of what it just occurred.

As I dressed in my room, I wondered if she would have let me fuck her. I had pushed the envelop without crashing hard. Still, I didn't know if I had the nerve to stick my cock in my mother, hence, by not trying to.

I dressed and left my room, returning to the dining area. I found my mother dressed in khaki shorts and a white blouse. She had on red flats.

"I thought we would walk up to Teresa's and have pizza?" Mom asked as if nothing unusual had happened.

"Sounds good to me." I responded. "It's a long walk but it's nice out this afternoon. It shouldn't be too cold after dark."

He walked up the hill to Teresa's Italian restaurant, making small talk and kidding around like we always did. As usual, we got there before the supper crowd and had the restaurant pretty much to ourselves. We took our usual booth up front away from the kitchen and ordered a large cheese pizza and Cokes. My mom finally broached the subject.

"I still can't believe I let you do what you did!" She began in a quiet voice.

"Has anybody ever kissed your pussy like that before?" I replied, and just as quiet voice.

"Paul! Behave yourself!" She chastised. "Kissed! Nice way to put it, I suppose. But, you have got to be kidding me. Those lowlifes that I took up with were only interested in Wham Bam thank you ma'am! But it is still almost like a dream. You do understand what we did?"

"You mean incest?" I queried. "All we did was have a little fun. We did not go all the way, to use an outdated term, so, what harm did it do? And I bet, if you'll be honest, you'll admit you feel a lot better?"

Mom lifted her eyebrows and nodded, alerting me that Teresa was bringing our pizza. We ceased our conversation, exchanged pleasantries with Teresa, and waited until she was out of earshot.

"I wouldn't have let you go all the way, as you call it!" Mom assured. "But yes I do feel much, much better. I suppose, that long shower you took, you must be feeling better too!"

I heard the challenge in her tone but let the comment pass without affirming her suspicion that I had masturbated in the shower.

"It's good to feel better, to relieve the tension." I replied.

"Yes it is, but rest assured that this afternoon was a fluke. If you think it's going to be a common occurrence, it's a Fig Newton of your imagination.

We both laughed.

Five days passed without any further sexual contact or comment about what had happened. Then, one day, I called mom to let her know that I had to work late and would not be home for supper.

Arriving much later than I expected, around 11 PM, upon entering the apartment I hung an immediate right and entered the bathroom, undressed and took a shower.

I dressed for bed as I usually did and headed for the kitchen to get a stack. I ate the ice cream and cake at the table looking at the light under my mom's door, figuring she was reading, as there was no TV in her room. Cleaning up, I walked to the door and tapped lightly.

"Come in, sugar." She called.

I entered the room and saw her as I expected, lying on the bed reading a novel. She had on the usual light nightgown and panties.

"I finished off the cake you made. It was really good!" I said, walking over to the large wall of windows and studied her reflection for long moments. "Would I be out of line if I asked you put the book down and turn the light off?"

"Have you forgot what I said last week?" She questioned.

"I think you said that it was not going to become a common occurrence. That would imply that it could happen again. I didn't hear anything about it never happening again." I replied.

"You are never going to screw me, Paul!" She assured. "So get it out of your head."

"Mom, in the world there are takers and givers." I explained. "Sex, to me is giving pleasure. It's what makes me happy! I would never fuck a woman unless she wanted to be fucked."

"You are being vulgar. Your graphic words are wasted on me." She chastised. "And your actions last week say otherwise as to what you will take."

"We're talking about two different things here, mom." I tried to reason. "I want to make you happy. Our mother and son relationship caused me to employee a little forceful persuasion. I can't see the harm that was done. Did I not, just ask you to allow me to give you a pleasurable experience?"

"You could charm a cobra!" She replied, submission in her tone. "You're content just doing what you did last time?"

"Yes!" I assured.

Mom laid the book on the night table and reached to pull the chain on the lamp. I was blind for a few moments until my eyes adjusted to the darkness.

"Should I pulled them off or would you like to?" She queried.

"I can't see a thing this second. If they are still on when I get there I'd be honored to." I replied.

In the darkness, I could make out her form, as mom maneuvered across the king size bed to position herself in the same place as the time before. Walking to the edge of the bed, I found her feet and rubbed them for a few minutes before moving up her legs massaging as I progressed.

"Well, this is a welcome addition!" She said.

I soon discovered that she had not removed her panties but had discarded the nightgown. Continuing my progression upwards, I bypassed her panties, kissed her right breast a moment or two, keeping my hands on the bed, before suckling lightly on the nipple. She offered no resistance, moaning lightly. Long minutes later, I began my descent and slowly removed her panties. Her legs when over my shoulders as my hands slid under her ass and I began to course through her lavish bush with my nose.

"Do you like a thick bush like I have?" She queried.

"Yes. Very much so!" I replied

Slowly, I descended through the forest to her treasure and began to lightly explore with my tongue.

"I should be ashamed of myself, but I've been thinking about this all day long." She said in a lustful whisper. "I have never felt anything so stimulating and pleasing."

I again, monitored her responses and the level of her arousal. She moaned disapprovingly every time I backed off of her clit, seeking other areas to tease.

"AAaaggggg! You are so bad!" She breathed, as I lifted her ass from the bed and pushed my tongue into her pussy. "I'll give you 30 minutes to stop that!"

Her ass met each thrust of my tongue as I shoved it into her as deep as I could. I tongue fucked her until it hurt, 3 to 4 minutes. Then, I returned to her clit and stroked it with my sore tongue ever so slowly and lightly, letting her rise to orgasm, taking as much time as I could control. Her breathing became labored and her moaning sounded pained until the orgasm seized her and her ass humped against my face as I try to maintain contact on her clit

"AAhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ohh! Ohh! YYEesssssssss!" She exclaimed.

As her orgasm subsided, I eased her ass back on the bed, and as before, I withdrew from her and headed for my room.

"Sleep tight." I said softly as I left.

Six or more weeks passed and life pasted in a normal fashion, except that once a week I would offer and mom would accept oral stimulation in pretty much the fashion so described.

Then, one weekend found us at Lake George, New York on a three-day trip. As we always had, we slept in the same motel room with separate beds.

I had spent more than an hour in the lake swimming and was lying on the bed reading, wearing only shorts when mom returned from shopping.

"How's the water?" She questioned.

"Unbelievably great!" I replied. "This was a great idea. I've been wanting to get back up here for a while."

"Are you unhappy it's with your mom instead of one of your girlfriends?" She asked.

"Well, I can't answer that question yet." I answered. "I'll tell you on the way home."

"What say we go have some dinner and when we get back I'll try, up to a point of course, to make this trip memorable for you." She replied.

This would be the first time that mom initiated our intimacy.

We walked about five minutes from the motel and had a great seafood dinner. Leaving the restaurant, we walked down by the lake and mom actually took my hand as we stood looking at the nightlights of the lake.

"Look! It looks like the lake boat is just pulling in." She proposed. "Let's go see if they're going to make another trip?"

We spent the next two hours touring around the lake and returned to the motel room a little after 10 PM.

"I'm going to take a quick shower, if you don't mind?" Mom said.

"Not at all. The night is young." I replied and asked. "But how about I join you in the shower?"

"I don't see why not." She replied, after a few moments of thought.

We showered together, her scrubbing me, and me scrubbing her. She made no advance and I behaved myself. We toweled each other off and returned to the bedroom. I switched off the light by the door as mom switched on the bed table lamp.

"How about we do something a little different tonight?" I suggested, spreading my towel at the foot of the bed and taking a position on it, on my back. "Come over here. Straddle my head and squat..."

"You're not serious?" She exclaimed. "I can't do that! That's embarrassing as hell!"

"Squat over my face." I continued to direct and motioned with my hands."I want you to hold on to the bed was, but only for balance. You're not going to find this easy, maybe even a bit stressful, but it's going to give you an orgasm that will blow your mind. It's just you and I, and there is nothing to be embarrassed about."

"You'll be looking at my butt hole!" She declared.

She stood staring at me for long moments, but finally she did as I asked, timidly lowering her ass over my face. I palmed her ass, when I can reach it, to help lower and guide her into position. I squirmed a little, until the position was just right and then I lifted by lips to her pussy, kissing it lightly.

"I feel like I'm going to fall over." She said. "Where did you learn this?"

"I'll tell you later." I quickly replied, and put my tongue to her clit.

Mom's, or any woman's, ability to move in this position is pretty much nil. She is at the mercy of the man who is lucky enough to be eating her pussy. I toyed with her ass and put my thumb at the entrance to her pussy but refrained from pushing it into her. Merely stroking the area caused her to moan lustfully and her body to tremble.

I did however push my tongue into her as deep as she and I could muster. She tried to hump my tongue but she did not have the field of motion or strength to keep it up for long. I lifted my head repeatedly and gave her a lengthy tongue fucking before finally returning to her clip for the coup de grace.

"My God, Paul, you're killing me!" She cried, as the tip of my tongue circled around her clit. "I have got to move!"

I grunted my disapproval at such an idea and I backed my tongue off her clit. A few feather-light strokes was all it took to bring on the orgasm that had her moaning like a stricken animal. At this point, her body was so stressed at holding herself in a squatting position she could not move as a woman in orgasm naturally does. The intensity, I could tell, was strong and as the orgasm gradually released her, she slumped forward, her head between my legs. My hands gently rubbed and squeezed her ass until her breathing became normal, all the while looking at her most exquisite wet pussy.

"I'm not sure if that was heaven or hell." She sighed. "What are you going to do now?"

"I guess I'm going to do what I always do." I replied. "Once we are in our beds and the lights are off you won't even know I'm in the room. Or if you prefer, I could go in the bathroom. But I am going to need to do something, you do understand?"

She pushed herself to her knees and maneuvered down to sit lightly on my chest.

"Am I too heavy?" She questioned.

"Not at all."

"Then, you just lay back and relax and I will take care of things tonight. I'm tired of you running off very" She said, as I felt her hands wrap around my shaft. Slowly, she began to stroke my cock in a most delightful fashion. "Now tell me where you learned that nifty little position?"

Mom stroking my cock was a first, the second, first, of the day and needless to say I was beginning to think mom was beginning to relax, even become a bit more positive about our kinky sexual relationship. I still did not accept our shenanigans and anything to do with incest. I maintained and fostered that thought whenever mom brought the topic up.

"I read about it in Penthouse magazine." I replied, and then quizzed. "Did you like it? Would you do it again?"

"Oh! Hell yes!" She replied.

I relaxed as mom had suggested and received a most delightful hand-job. She even allowed me to cup and massage her breasts, squeezing her hard nipples. It did not take long for me to ejaculate, but mom continued stroking my cock for long moments, after

my cum erupted, covering her hands.

"Sounded like that was good?" She jokingly queried, as she continued to stroke. "If I may critique your manhood? It's about as long as your father's, which is a good thing, but a hell of a lot thicker, which is a very good thing. Between you eating pussy and your more than adequate cock, I can see why you have had so many girlfriends. I really have to wonder what the hell you are doing playing games with your mom? All you have to do is make a phone call that a date."

"I suppose seeing you there, lying there on that bed, just brought out the beast in me." I teased, without knowing really what to say. "I haven't felt the need to have a date. After tonight, I might never need another date."

"Oh, there it is again!" She teased, releasing my cock and standing, heading for the bathroom. "You think this, me getting you off, is going to be a common occurrence? I think you ought to consider getting your cock wet. I'm telling you to call one of your girlfriends!"

"Are you saying you want to quit?" I queried.

"I'm saying you need to get yourself based in reality for the good of both of us."

Later, as I lay in my own bed, I pondered her words.

She had noticed! Notice that I had not had a date since that first time with her. Was I fooling myself that there was going to be more? There had been more this night. She a given me a great hand job, one more physical step, and I was beginning to entertain the thought that anything was possible. There was no rush.We returned from Lake George and I could definitely add it to my most memorable trips.

A few days later I stopped by the Village Inn to have dinner with some friends. As fate would have it, I bumped into one of my old girlfriends, Gloria, and invited her to join us. After dinner, it was agreed I would follow her to her apartment where we spent the rest of the evening getting to know each other again. I had to agree with mom that getting my cock wet was a good idea. As it would turn out, spending the night with Gloria was not.

The next evening I could tell mom was upset about something. She had barely said a word to me during supper.

I sat at the dining table working on some spreadsheets, when mom came out of the bathroom after showering, wearing a housecoat, which seemed a bit unusual, as her usual attire had become a light nightgown over her panties.

"I am going to read a bit." She said, pausing briefly as she passed to her bedroom. "I was thinking, if you're in the mood, you might join me when you're finished there? No hurry, honey."

"I can do this later!" I assured her.

"No! Let me read for about an hour." She replied.

I watched her walk into her bedroom and remove her housecoat. Plainly, I could tell she was teasing me as she pulled the bedding down, propped her pillows up and, with book in hand, entered the bed, giving me a delectable view of her ass and hairy pussy. I tell you, it was a long hour and I had trouble concentrating on my spreadsheets. Every time I glanced up, which was often, I could see her lying there naked. Finally, the clock told me the hour was up. I switched off the dining room light.

As I entered the bedroom, mom sat her book on the bed table and pulled the chain on the lamp. I undressed in the semidarkness and, as was most common nowadays, I began to rub her feet.

"Why don't you come up here and lay beside me." She summoned. "I feel like being cuddled a little tonight. Maybe a kiss or two even."

Kissing mom? I have to honestly confess I had never given much thought about kissing mom. On the mouth anyway! But, I did as directed and we exchanged a peck or two as I hugged her tightly. Surprisingly, her hand was the first one to explore, quickly finding my cock and toying with it. Her hand caressed my balls and quickly became an uncomfortable vise.

"MOM! Easy there!" I sounded my alarm. "Those things are delicate!"

Her vise grip did not ease and I felt my balls being compressed.

"Where the hell were you last night?" She questioned accusingly.

"What the hell!" I exclaimed. "You're not my boss! Since when do you care where I go or what I do? It's not the first time I have spent the night out. Let go of my balls!"

"Tell me where you were and, since you brought it up, what you were doing?" She questioned menacingly, putting a little more pressure on my balls.

"I was with a girl named Gloria!" I readily admitted. "Getting my cock wet like you suggested. Now, let me go!"

"I wanted you to eat my pussy last night!" She exclaimed, maintaining the pressure on my balls. "You're the one started this. You think it's right for me to just sit around waiting to you to get horny?"

"No! Of course not!" I agreed, wholeheartedly. "I didn't know!"

"Of course you didn't know because you didn't call, you dumb ass!" She exclaimed.

"I'm sorry! I'll call the next time I'm going to get my cock wet, like you suggested!" I replied annoyingly.

"You want to be a smart ass?" She challenged. "I crush your nuts if you get cute with me!" She snapped, adding more pressure.

"Okay! Okay! I'm really sorry!" I pleaded. "I'll call next time. I promise."

"You'd better!"

The crazy bitch finally released my balls.

"You know! You can be a crazy bitch sometimes!" I exclaimed, as she rolled a way for me. "I thought you wanted me to eat your pussy?"

"Not tonight!" She replied. "I'm upset. I wouldn't enjoy it and I'm sure as hell not going to get you off, you jerk."

As usual with mom, I was not going to let her say no to me. I maneuvered close in behind her and began to play with her ass. She removed my hand three times from her ass before she gave up, allowing me to caress and squeeze her ass at my leisure. Extending the middle finger of my right hand, I pushed it between her thighs. She obligingly pulled her right leg double allowing me access and I began to toy with her clit.

"Do you mind if I get my finger a little wet?" I queried, pulling my finger down between her labia, stopping at the entrance to her pussy.

"You're going to do whatever you want to do." She said sarcastically. "You're like every other god damn man I ever knew."

I slowly pushed my finger into her and began to slowly finger-fuck her, ignoring her comment.

"Are you jealous that I fucked somebody?" I asked.

"No, of course not!" She replied. "If I would have known that's what you were doing, I would have been happy for you. I just wanted to know, rather than laying here in the dark thinking that you might be fucking one of your girlfriends."

"You know that makes absolutely no sense at all." I stated rather than asked.

"I know. But I was horny as hell last night." She replied.

Our conversation ceased, as she rolled to her back, forcing my finger out of her, which I immediately eased back in as I kissed her passionately. She took possession of my cock in a much more friendly manner and began stroking it as I pressed it against her thigh.

I slid my wet finger out of her pussy and began to rotate it around her clit, causing her tongue to dart into my mouth. For many long minutes, I alternated massaging her clit and fingering her.

"My clit! Stay on my clit." She pleaded.

I did as directed and her ass began to move. I, as usual, found her moving ass to be extremely erotic. A feather-light stroke or her clit, I knew, would bring her quickly to orgasm, but for a few long moments the movies of her ass was intoxicating.

" Yes! It's! It's good! Right there! There! Yes! Yes! Yessssssssssssssssssss!"

Her body stiffened as the orgasm flowed through her. As her body relaxed, I slid my finger back into her wet pussy and began to finger-fuck her with a rapid rhythm.

"Hard! Do it hard!" She demanded. "Oh fuck yes!

Mom had only ceased yanking on my cock during the short moments that the orgasm froze her body. She was now stroking it with conviction as I reached over her body to grab her ass. I humped her thigh passionately, as if I had my cock in her pussy.

"Come for me, Paul." She coaxed. "Shoot that cum all over my leg!"

Those few words were all it took for me to erupt, ejecting my warm, milky white cum over her thigh. After a moment or two, I was aware of her left hand smearing that cum over her thigh and then into her pubic hair.

"You like that stuff a lot, don't you?" I queried. "You'd better be careful and not get any cum in your pussy."

"Get some cum on your middle finger." She directed. I did as directed. "Now, push that finger into my pussy!"

I did hesitate a moment to push my semen covered finger into mom's pussy, a very short moment as she laughed and called me chicken.

"You don't think I'd let you do that if it wasn't okay!" She laughed. "My tubes were tied with you, sugar. Your dad was mad as hell! I love you, baby, but I didn't want another child by him or any other son-of-a-bitch!"

I pulled my semen-coated finger out of her and lay on my back beside her. It seemed that every time I was intimate with mom that something new emerged. I was beginning to wonder if I would regret ever beginning such a relationship with the crazy lady. And then I was surprised once more.

"I don't see any reason why you should not sleep here with me, do you?" She proposed.

"Fine with me, mom." I replied. "It would be more fun just grabbing your ass to initiate sex or you grabbing my cock, rather than all of the verbal fencing."

"I agree." She replied and asked. "I did you fuck your girlfriend, Gloria?"

"Gloria likes her occasional cock." I replied. "But she's a bit straight-laced. Can you believe she doesn't like her pussy kissed?"

"You're joking?"

The weeks passed by and mom and I were intimate at least twice a week. I remembered to call whenever I was going to get my cock wet and it did not seem to have any ill effect on our odd incestuous relationship.

Mom continued to rub my cum through her pubic hair, and requesting that I stick my cum covered finger into her pussy. The pleasure she seemed to get from it fascinated me. She could never explain to me why she found it so pleasurable, and she admitted she had never found a man's cum so fascinating.

We had played our incestuous game in virtually every room of the apartment, on various furniture and all kinds of positions. She seemed to really enjoy being on her knees on the edge of the bed, or bent over a chair, her ass up in the air, while I stood to one side of her and fingered her pussy and clit. I really enjoyed standing in front of her while she massaged and jerked my cock, while I imagined that she wanted and would eventually put her lips around it. I figured, with her fascination with my cum, she certainly must want to taste it.

One evening, mom wedged herself between the kitchen table and me, sitting at the table. She wiggled her ass, teasing me, and I lifted her skirt and began to play with her naked ass, as she had no panties on. After long moments of her teasing me, I said;

"You trust me?" I asked.

"Hell no!" She promptly replied.

"Lets try something new!" I said, standing and lifting her to sit on the table.

I positioned her on the table with her bare ass close to the edge of the table, placing her feet on the edge of the table. I left it up to her to spread her thighs. I unbuckled by shorts, letting them drop, and pushed my briefs down, stepping out of them. "Fear not, dear lady, I'm not going to stick it in you, so calm down. I'm going to rub your clit with the head of my cock."

"OOUUuuuu!" She moaned and cautioned, as she lay back, spreading her thighs, willingly. "You make damn sure you're careful not to poke it in me! I'll cut the damn thing off."

I proceeded to tease her clit with the head of my cock, which caused my cock to reach a firmness one could marvel at, being so close to mom's fuck hole, but knowing she was probably serious about cutting my cock off should I violate her treasure.

She placed her hands behind her head, lifting her head to watch me wiggle my cock over and around or clit. Occasionally, I would push it up into her thick bush, playing peek-a-boo and making her laugh.

"AAgggggggg! That feels good!" I moaned.

"It's kind of exciting, isn't it?" She quarried. "Knowing that my tight little hole is just an inch away. You know, they say that a woman who has not had intercourse for seven years is pretty much a virgin again."

"So you're telling me your pussy is virgin tight?"

"It must be!" She replied. "It's been such a long time since anybody's stuck a cock in me."

"Not even a dildo?" I queried.

"I'm busted, I suppose." She admitted. "I bet it's still tight though."

"You shouldn't tease me like that, mom." I chastised. "One quick little shove and it would all be over. No more games.

"AAaagggggggggg!" She moaned, as I poked the head my cock repeatedly into her clit as if fucking her. "Damn, that's good! Don't stop!"

"One quick push and my cock would be inside your belly. Inside that wet pussy!" I suggested the possibility.

"We're just talking here, right!" She challenged. "You'd better be just talking!"

"One quick little shove and my cock would fill that pretty little snatch of yours."

"Then you would be a real mother-fucker!" She moaned lustfully. "You want to be a mother-fucker, don't you? You would like to get your cock wet, big time!"

I continued teasing her clit with a head of my cock, poking and stroking, as I gazed on her most delightful, thick-bushed treasure. I left her to her thoughts as I began to believe I could come like this, if we continued long enough.

I was moaning as much as she was, but she was not aware of my state of arousal and she came too soon, for me anyway.

As her orgasm subsided, I began to stroke my cock in earnest, much to her glee.

"Oh, hell yes!" She shouted encouragement, as she lifted her head to watch me, jerking off. "Beat that stiff cock! Shoot that cum all over my pussy!"

"EErrr! EEErrr!' I seethed, yanking on my pod. "You ready! EEErrrrrrrrrrrrr!"

"Yes! Do it!" She exclaimed. "Look at it shoot out. Damn! I love it!"

Our erotic, incestuous play caused me to ejaculate in less than a minute of mom reaching orgasm. As I came, I positioned the head of my cock in the middle of mom's thick bush and we both watched the milky white semen course through her pubic hair. Then, as mom often did, she massaged the area, covering her fingers and palm with my cum.

"You are so bad!" She accused, teasing me.

"What do you find so fascinating about my cum?" I questioned once more, standing there between her legs.

"I don't know." She replied. "The taboo of it all, I suppose.

"As hard as my orgasm was, I suppose you might be right!" I agreed. "I never wanted to fuck a woman as bad as I do you. Why won't you let me fuck you?"

"You fuck me all the time." She retorted. "With your tongue. With your finger covered with cum."

"It's not the same. And you know it!" I replied.

"The day I give in and let you stick your cock in me I'll become just one of the girls you've convinced to spread their legs for you. All of the taboo and incestuous desire will be lost forever. Do you want that to happen? Are you not at all happy with the way things are?"

"Yes! I'm extremely happy the way things are, mom." I assure her.

"Then, let's let things continue as they are."

Two weeks later would find us 400 miles from home visiting mom's sister, Alice.

A 936 square foot home with a woman and three kids was not my idea of a vacation but mom had not seen her sister in 8 years, and she insisted we go. Her sister's husband had left the household at about the same time that dad had left us.

"Why in the hell have you not seen her in eight years?" I questioned.

"You wouldn't understand." Mom replied. "A squabble between sisters."

The two authentic bedrooms were allocated to the kids, two boys, 7 & 9 respectively, and one girl, 11 years old. Mom's sister's sleeping quarters, a day room spanning the width of the back of the house, consisted of a double bed and a sofa at right angles to the bed. At the entrance end of the room stood an icebox, dryer and freezer. Noisy as hell, really! Two rather large windows by the sofa allowed a significant amount of light from the full moon, that was present, to make reading a book possible.

To my surprise, it was agreed that mom and I would sleep in the double bed and Alice would sleep on the couch.

"I can't believe she didn't think of it!" I said with disbelief. "Don't you think it would be better if you and Alice slept in the bed?" I asked my mom.

"She didn't suggest it!" Mom replied. "If you remember when you were young, you and I always slept in the same bed. I guess that's what she was thinking. Her mind is not in the gutter like yours! And you don't actually think we're going to fool around while we are here?"

Mom and Alice stayed up late talking the first two nights of our five day visit, and I was asleep when they eventually came to bed, so my objections to the sleeping arrangement would have been silenced, had they been a little quieter coming to bed. It was a mystery to me how they could talk for hours and then continue their jabber after snuggling into their respective beds.

"Ladies, if you had not finished talking why didn't you stay in the living room?" I complained on the third night.

"We were disturbing the children." Mom replied.

As I lay with my back towards them, I had the distinct notion that mom's voice did not come from directly behind me, but from the sofa.

"So, you two figured it would be better to come back here and disturb me?" I chastised.

"Well, Alice didn't think you would mind all that much." Mom replied with a giggle. "She been talking about you for two nights and I'm tired of hearing about how cute and manly you have become. To put it bluntly, she hasn't had a man in quite some time and wanted to know if I thought you'd be receptive to the idea of you two getting together?"

Now, Alice was mom's older sister, by about seven years. A plain Jane, mother of three, type of woman, Alice was at least 60 pounds heavier than mom, the two being the same height.

"She is scared to death, Paul." Mom continued, trying to contain her sound of amusement. "It took a lot of persuasion on my part to get her in bed with you. Well, actually not that much persuasion! I did promise I would stay for moral support. Until she relaxed."

"I'm sorry, Paul!" Alice said nervously. "Your mom talked me into this foolishness. Alice, get over here where you belong!"

I could feel Alice starting to rise from the bed and maneuver quickly to halt her escape.

"Alice, don't be so hasty." I said calmly. "Pay my smart-ass mom no mind. That's it, come here and let me hold you. There is no need to fret. I'll be more than happy to take care of things for you."

Alice was shaking like a leaf as I held her close. I looked over her shoulder at mom, who, I could see in the bright simi-darkness, was grinning from ear to ear at her matchmaking.

"Is it safe?" I mouthed twice towards mom before mom nodded a confirmation.

I pulled slightly away and kissed Alice softly on the lips as I gently pushed my right knee between her heavy thighs and tight against her surprisingly naked crotch. I felt her pubic hair against my knee and started to rub my knee against her naked pussy, ever so lightly.

"Mom, don't you have somewhere else you can be?" I broke the kiss to make the request.

"I promised Alice I would......."

"Sis, it's embarrassing! Certainly you don't want to watch!" Alice exclaimed.

"Oh! But I do." Mom replied unapologetically. "You remember when you spied on me and then told mom. If mom had told dad, he would have killed me. If you want my son's cock, then you're going to be content with me sitting right here watching ya'll

"Make her go, Paul!"

"You know how stubborn she can be." I said, in a defeated tone. "Just forget she is here. She can be our guard in case the kids come this way."

I felt Alice's left hand push at my briefs and I helped her remove them. She wasted little time getting a hold of my cock, which had been at attention from the beginning of this bizarre scene.

For mom's benefit, I pushed the bedding down with my feet as I helped Alice remove her light nightgown. Completely naked, Alice and I explored each other's bodies as mom sat quietly watching.

Alice's tits were easily more than double the size of mom's, with tiny nipples, but they seemed to be much more sensitive than mom's, as sucking on a nipple caused Alice to moan and attacked me lustfully. I believed she was indeed a sexually deprived female and she was not having much difficulty forgetting that mom was watching.

I wanted my cock wet real bad but I also wanted to show Alice a good time. Give her something to remember. In that vein, I worked my way slowly downward, kissing her belly and running my nose through her ample bush. Maneuvering her over, I nibbled at her substantial buttocks. Then, turning her to her back, sliding my hands under her large, meaty buttocks, I gave her pussy a quick study and then went to work on her.

"Aaaaaaaa! YYeessssss!" She moaned lustfully. "That is so damn good! Please, don't stop!"

I had no intentions of stopping. I could only imagine mom sitting behind us. Was she playing with her pussy, or was she just sitting there watching us?

Alice was not a passive lover. Her ass humped my face as her hands applied pressure to the back of my head. When my tongue darted into her fuck hole, she lifted her heavy legs to give my tongue full access to her treasure.Alice, for Christ's sake moan a little bit softer." I heard mom whisper. "You want to wake the kids."

"All right, dammit!" Alice whispered an aggravated reply. "Paul is driving me fucking crazy with his tongue and I don't really care who the fuck I wake up!"

"You will when your daughter comes in here!" Mom whispered back.

"Sis! I'm holding it down. Now shut the fuck up!" Alice chastised. "I'm so damn close! Just another..... another..... another. AAggggggggggggggggggg!

I helped lift Alice's ass off the bed as it shot up. A foot off the bed her ass continued to hump my face as her subdued moans echoed through the room.

When I felt her body relax, I dropped her ass back on the bed and quickly mounted her, guiding my cock into her well-lubricated pussy, causing her to yelp as my stiff cock slid effortlessly into her still tight muscled pussy.

"Easy with that big cock of yours!" She exclaimed. "Damn! It's been along time!"

As I began to fuck her passionately, Alice wrapped her large legs around me and proceeded to match my thrusts with a passion I had never experienced before. I was soon to realize that this woman could care less if I was rising to an orgasm, as she was definitely intent on getting herself another orgasm. Her moans and cries of passion, though low in volume, attested to her near delirious and passionate fucking.

I reined myself in, determined to fuck this hefty little woman until she was satisfied. I tucked my head in next to her big right tit, stealing a glance at mom, who was indeed playing with her pussy as she watched us fuck.

Alice's body seized once more, as her orgasm gripped her.

"Don't stop! Don't you dare stop!" Alice commanded. "Keep up the rhythm! I'll catch up! Just don't stop!"

When the orgasm left her, Alice did indeed catch up. Up until now, I had fucked some sexually demanding ladies, but it seemed with Alice all I had to do was keep an erection and she would see to the rest. In less then four minutes, I could tell she was at the edge.

"I'm coming! Oh my God! I'm coming again!" She moaned.

As before, I never slacked. I was enjoying the hell out of slamming my cock into her well-padded pussy. The orgasm was over quickly and she caught up the rhythm and clamped her legs around me tighter. Her nails dug into my back giving me a greater desire he stabbed her to death with my cock.

As before, Alice reached orgasm, but continued fucking me with as much enthusiasm as ever.

"Come for me, Paul!" She coaxed. "Come for me and I'll Be there with you. Make my pussy yours! Give me your cum!"

I instantly began to concentrate on filling her pussy with my cum. I reached down and grabbed her ass with both hands and lost myself in fucking this hefty woman.

True to her words, as I shot off Alice managed to orgasm with me.

"Yes! Yes! You sweet, sweet boy!" She exclaimed. "You sure know how to fuck!"

I heard mom's heavy breathing and figured, rightly so, that she too had reached orgasm.

Alice seemed to have reached her limit, satisfied with coming four times. It was a first for me. My other girlfriends had managed three, while mom had managed only two. I wondered if Alice's other lovers, had she had more than one, been as mesmerized as I with the woman's ability to come, seemingly on-demand.

Alice and I cuddled for a few moments before she left the bed to clean up. Mom replaced her in the bed and snuggled close to me.

"Good piece of ass, isn't she?" Mom quizzed. "Makes you wonder why her husband left her?"

"Why did he leave her?" I bit.

"Because she was caught fucking your dad!" Mom replied sarcastically. "That's why I kicked his ass out! I knew the moment we got here that she was more than willing to spread her fat thighs for you. Your dad got a piece of her ass so I figured why not you too. That's why we need this little trip."

"But you two seem to get along well." I queried. "No hard feelings about her fucking dad?"

"I love her and blood is thicker than cock." She replied. "Alice is as much a prisoner of her pussy as you are of your cock."

"I love you too, mom!" I replied sarcastically.

"Paul, are you ready for bed?" Alice asked in next night around 11 PM.

The next two nights found me between Alice's legs. Mom did not attend, but watched TV while Alice and I fucked.

We left rather late in the afternoon to drive home.

"You seem a bit tired today." Mom stated, as we drove down the interstate. "Why don't we get a motel room in Charlotte. We'll have a nice dinner and get to bed early."

"Sounds like a plan!" I replied.We returned from Lake George and I could definitely add it to my most memorable trips.