Chapitre 2593: CONVERTING MY RELIGIOUS MOTHER
Growing up in a small, midwestern town, my mother dominated every aspect of my life. An extremely religious woman, my mother was deeply consumed by her religious upbringing. She was always conservatively dressed and never exhibited interest in "pleasures of the flesh" in any way. Modesty was her watchword and piety her motto.
I attribute this attitude to her late father, a minister in the church, who strictly adhered to the tenets of the Bible and allowed no deviation from its teachings. That point of view was ultimately passed from father to daughter. She would not allow anything sinful or in breach of biblical doctrines. She even enrolled me in a church school so that I would be exposed to outside influences. She made a point to make every church event, with me in tow, of course.
In many ways she was the proverbial church lady. Her standard fashion was plain cotton, floral dresses that fell below her knee. Her dresses were never tight or form fitting and always covered her breasts. Mother never showed any cleavage, either in public or at the house. Nevertheless, it was obvious to anyone that mother's figure was somewhat voluptuous. Even with the modest dresses that she wore, her breasts pressed outward and filled the top of her dresses quite nicely. Although her dresses fell loosely from her frame, her hourglass figure was plain to see. She wore no makeup and kept her red hair pulled back into either a bun or, if she was at home, a simple ponytail. Her only indulgence was the simple perfume that she sparingly but constantly sprayed on her delicate neck. Standing 5 foot 4 inches tall, she was a simple beauty, unadorned with jewelry or other trappings of wealth.
Nevertheless, mother was one of the angriest people that ever knew. I rarely saw her laugh or even smile. Frivolity was not in her nature, and neither was any hint of sexuality. Sins of the flesh was strictly forbidden in her world. Sex was strictly for procreation and nothing more. Looking back, her anger grew from year to year after my father left. She just seemed to be consumed with wrath and resentment.
As for my father, I never really knew him, having faint glimpses of memories of when he was with mother. He simply left one day when I was four, and I never saw him again. I remember distinctly that he and mother had a huge fight. Walking out the door to his car, he glanced my way for a moment and then drove off. Anytime that I had asked about him, mother would simply say that he was a sinful, wicked man and that I was better off without him.
And so, as I grew older, mother seemed constantly in a state of agitation. I was the dutiful son, always careful to obey her wishes. She was the stern, but loving mother who would not allow me to stray. I was always careful not to antagonize her in any way and to avoid any conflicts with her whatsoever.
During April of my senior year in high school, my relationship with my mother took a severe turn. Arriving home from school, I walked into my bedroom to find mother standing at the foot of my bed with her hands resting on her hips. Her stance immediately told me that she was angry.
"WHAT ARE THOSE?" she asked sternly. She then pointed at the Playboy and Penthouse magazines lying on my bed. Although I had hidden them in the back of my closet under a suitcase, they were not hidden well enough from my snooping mother.
"Whhat?" I stammered. Continuing her inquisition, she repeated, "I SAID, what are those?" She continued to glare at me, one hand on her hip and the other pointing at the magazines. No matter what I said, there was to be no good answer. I opted to remain silent.
Pointing her finger now at me, she continued. "So, young man, you like looking at dirty pictures of naked harlots? Have you learned nothing in church? Those pictures lead to wickedness and sin." Returning both hands to her hips, she narrowed her gaze into my eyes and glanced downward. "Have you been touching yourself... down there? Don't lie to me. Well, speak up, young man."
Looking downward, I said sheepishly, "yes ma'am." I could feel her eyes burning through me as I stood there, my face flushed with embarrassment.
She continued. "I will not allow this smut to be in this house. They are going straight into the trash. I just hope that no one finds out that MY son is looking at such filth. NOT TO MENTION TOUCHING HIMSELF LIKE SOME PERVERT!" Her voice ended in a crescendo.
"Well, this type of conduct will not happen in my house. Furthermore, there will be no more secrets that you keep from me. If you think you must touch yourself, you will do so in front of me. If I embarrass you enough, perhaps you will stop this foolish and wicked behavior." She sat down on the bed and pointed to a spot on the floor about two feet in front of her. "Stand here, young man."
Without knowing what was next, I walked over and faced her as she sat on the bed, her legs crossed.
Folding her arms across her ample breasts, she continued her tirade. "Pull down your pants."
"Ma'am?" I blurted out.
"You heard me. Pull down your pants," she demanded. Thoroughly humiliated, I began to fumble with my belt. "For heaven's sake, can't you do anything right?" she growled. Reaching out with both hands, she quickly undid my belt, unbuckled my belt and pants, and pulled them down, leaving me standing in my underwear.
Returning to a sitting position with her arms once again folded across her chest, she continued. "Now, pull your underwear down and show me what you have been doing to yourself." I hesitated for a moment before she again repeated "I said show me what you have been doing to yourself. NOW!!"
With my face burning with shame, I pulled my underwear down. Although mother had been scolding me for the past few minutes, my cock was semi-erect, a product of my 18-year-old libido. Grabbing my cock with my right hand, I started to glide my hand back and forth along the shaft of my cock while it continued to become more erect. Too scared to look at her, I continued to look down at the floor. Nevertheless, my young libido began to take hold as I became fully aware that I was masturbating in front of my own mother. The thought was curiously arousing to me, and I slowly lifted my head to look at her.
Her stern look had not disappeared, but she was looking not at my face but at my cock. Watching mother watch me, I felt the beginnings of an orgasm. Within seconds, I could feel myself on the verge of cumming in front of her. I tried in vain to prolong my orgasm, but I could not hold out any longer. Feeling like a lightning bolt was running up my leg, I felt my balls jerking as cum flew out of the end of my cock and onto mother's lap. I continued to stroke my cock until my orgasm subsided.
Looking disgusted, mother harangued me for my act. "I did not ask for you to spill your seed on me. Look at what you did." She pointed at the blob of semen that was sitting on her lap. I could not help but to notice how close it was to my mother's forbidden place, and even in my embarrassment, I quickly tried to imagine what mother looked like "down there."
Still fuming, mother instructed me to get a washcloth from the bathroom, which she used to clean my semen from my dress. As she wiped the glob from her dress, she began to lay down the new rules of the house.
"From now on, young man, you will not touch yourself in secret. If you cannot control these desires, you will have to do so in my presence. Perhaps if I can humiliate you enough, you will be able to control these urges. Am I clear?" I nodded and replied yes ma'am.
"Good," she continued. "Remember, if you must do this to yourself, you must tell me and do so in front of me in the privacy of your bedroom. And you are not to discuss this with anyone." Without losing her stern look, mother stood and walked out of the room.
Several days went by before I worked up the courage to tell mother I needed to relieve myself. She was in the kitchen cleaning up after supper and was washing dishes. "Mother," I began, "I need to... well, you know... touch myself." She stopped washing a dish and turned to face me. Her stern demeanor from the previous encounter quickly enveloped her face.
"Well, I was afraid of this happening again," she began. "Very well, go to your bedroom, and I will be there shortly." She returned to washing the few remaining dishes, and I walked back to my bedroom.
When she entered, I was sitting on the edge of my bed fully clothed. That did not please mother in the least. "Well, I don't have all night," she said. "Stand up and pull off all of your clothes." As I stood and began to disrobe, mother sat down on my bed as she had done before. After I was fully nude, mother instructed me to stand in front of her. "Quit wasting my time. Do what you did before," she demanded. "And don't get anything on me." Once again, I began to stroke my cock with mother's eyes locked on my ever-hardening member.
After a couple of minutes, I had not cum yet, and I could tell that mother was getting increasingly agitated. "I need to get back to cleaning the kitchen," she blurted out. "Let me help you," she said in a disgusted voice. Reaching over to me, she removed my hand and replaced it with her own. To say I was surprised is an understatement.
The one thing that I remember the most was how silky soft mother's hand was. With her right hand lightly gripped my cock, she slowly and gently glided her hand up and down my shaft. The feeling of her hand was indescribable. After a few seconds, I could feel my orgasm building. I desperately wanted to prolong this feeling for as long as I could, but I could not hold back the rising feeling. Finally, my cum exploded from my cock as my balls jerked over and over. My orgasm was so intense that I thought for a second that I might collapse.
Anticipating my orgasm, mother cupped the end of my cock with her hand and caught my jism. She continued to hold my cock until I had stopped cumming. Finally, mother stood and handed me a tissue from her dress with her free hand. "Don't get anything on the floor," she instructed. "I need to get rid of the evidence of your sins." She stood, walked out of my bedroom, turned into the bathroom just outside of my door. Soon, I heard the unmistakable sound of a flushing toilet. Leaving the bathroom and walking back to the kitchen, she said over her shoulder "get ready for bed." I put on my customary pajamas, got into bed, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
Over the next several weeks, we repeated every few days the ritual of mother masturbating me to an orgasm. Gradually, our sessions grew longer as I became more accustomed to mother's touch. As incredible as mother's hand felt, I wanted more to be able to cum. Although they were completely covered by her dress, I found myself staring at mother's breasts, all the while imagining what they looked like. That soon expanded to her hips and what I could see of her ass. Since mother's gaze never left my cock, I was free to ogle every inch of her body. That is until the day she finally looked up.
"ROBERT ANDREW DAWSON!" she began. "Are you looking at my breasts????" Her stern tone and icy gaze instantly caused me to jump. "Has your wickedness now expanded to lusting after your own mother??? I am not your whore to satisfy your sinful desires. I am your MOTHER!" Even during her scolding, however, mother's hand never left my cock as she continued to stroke it. "What were you doing?" she asked.
"Sorry mother, but I was just looking at you. I was just curious." I meekly responded. "It's just that I have never seen a woman's breasts, apart from what I saw in those magazines."
Mother asked accusingly, "and I suppose you want to see mine, is that it? Do you think I am a harlot?" She had stopped masturbating me. For a few seconds, mother sat there on the edge of the bed, my cock in her hand. Looking me directly into my eyes, she tilted her head and frowned. A moment later, mother let go of my cock, stood, and reached behind her back. After unzipping her dress, mother pulled the top down enough to expose her bra-covered breasts. She sat back down on the bed and resumed stroking my cock.
As she continued stroking me, I had the view of her magnificent breasts held up by her bra. Her bra was far from the sexy lingerie that is so prevalent today. It was a plain white bra that fully enveloped her bulging breasts. They seemed to spill out over the top just slightly. Although I could not see her nipples, her bra formed two points where they would be. Her breasts were the most stunning things I had ever seen. As her hand moved up and down my cock, her breasts jiggled in rhythm with the movement of her hand. As before, mother's eyes were locked on my cock while I openly looked at her voluptuous breasts.
I could not help myself any longer and with my right hand I cupped mother's left breast.
Mother, of course, was caught off guard with my actions, but she never stopped stroking my cock. "I was agreeable to your looking, but I never said you could touch me," mother started. "Does your sinfulness now includes molesting your own mother? Is that how wicked you have become? Very well, if that what it takes to make you overcome your depravity, so be it. Here." As with those words mother stopped stroking me and reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. As it fell to her lap, mother slipped each arm out and tossed her bra to one side.
Instantly, her ample breasts were on full display for me. Although they sagged slightly, her breasts were firm and full and covered by milky white skin. Her nipples and surrounding areolas were a light pink and were stiffly protruding outward. Her breasts could have rivaled any of those that I had seen in my magazines.
Mother continued. "If you must, go ahead and touch them. You might as well since I am sure you are lusting for them in your mind."
Turning towards mother, I stooped slightly, placed my hands on mother's luscious breasts, and began to gently squeeze them. Not knowing what else to do, I allowed my fingers to gently touch her nipples. Grabbing each in my hands, I continued to massage one and then the other. I explored every inch of mother's bare breasts.
I could feel my cum rising once again. Just before I came, the sensation of mother's breasts in my hands intensified my orgasm as never before. My balls once again erupted with a torrent of hot jism. Since I was now facing mother, my hot seed shot out and landed squarely on mother's naked breasts. My cum ran down her breasts and dripped into her lap.
As I began to calm down, I prepared myself for the anger that I was sure to come. Sitting there in front of me, with my slowly deflating cock in her hand, mother sat with her mouth slightly open with a facial expression that I can only describe as surprised revulsion.
We must have been in that position for at least a minute. Finally, mother gently pushed me back and stood. Standing face to face, I continued to alternate between looking at her face and the cum covered breasts that were directly in front of me. Instead of anger in her eyes, I saw a look of unexpected resignation. After a few seconds, mother shook her head, took tissue from her pocket, and wiped my cum from her breasts. Quietly, she pulled her dress back up, picked up her bra, and left the room.
It was several days later before I worked up the nerve to ask again for mother's helping hand. I was not sure how my request would be received, but mother complied as before. This time, however, mother unzipped her dress and removed her bra before sitting down. As before, I positioned myself directly in front of her and played with her breasts. As she stroked me to an orgasm, I again erupted, shooting my cum on her ample tits. Without much comment, she pulled out the usual tissue and wiped up my cum. We followed this same ritual for several sessions, until the next escalation in our routine occurred.
As part of the ritual, I had begun stroking mother's hair with one hand as I played with her tits with the other. I felt drawn towards mother as I increasingly closed the distance between my cock and her breasts. On one day, she was caressing my cock just inches away from her face. As I got closer and closer to my orgasm, I had my hand behind mother's head holding onto her red hair. Just before I came, I unconsciously squeezed my hand, which in turn pulled her hair. Reacting to my pulling her hair, mother's mouth opened while I simultaneously leaned forward. Without meaning to do so, I shoved the tip of my cock into mother's mouth just as I was cumming. Although I knew that I had inadvertently done so, the incredible sensation of mother's lips and tongue prevented me from pulling out. I spewed globs of my semen into mother's mouth, all the while pressing mother's head toward me. By the time I had finished cumming, her mouth had fully engulfed my spasming cock.
Naturally, mother began choking on my unexpected eruption into her mouth. Coming to my senses, I released the grip on her head. Quickly, mother pushed back from me, my cum leaving a trail from her mouth to her chin. Choking, she began to spit my seed from her mouth into her hands
She looked up at me with blind fury.
"WHAT IN HEAVEN'S NAME DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING??? Apparently, your wickedness knows no bounds!! Here I am trying to help you overcome your sinful ways, and this is how you treat your mother. How DARE YOU place yourself into my mouth? I never said you could do any such thing." She then sat staring at me with eyes ablaze.
I began to apologize, to explain what had happened, but she was not about to accept any explanations from me. "Young man, I do not know what to do with you. Just look at what you put into my mouth." She held up her hand to show a mixture of saliva and semen. She then shook her head, folded her arms across her still-naked breasts, and stared off to her right into space. I stood there stunned not knowing what was going to happen next.
A what seemed an eternity, mother continued. "Young man, I will not allow you to treat me as a common whore. You do not get to put your seed into my mouth. Am I clear?" I quietly nodded.
"Good," she resumed. "Let's forget this sinful behavior happened." As with that, she dressed herself as before, and left the room.
But I was not quite sure what mother meant. The sensation of my cock in mother's mouth was incredible. I desperately wanted to experience that again, but she had said not to put my seed into her mouth. What exactly did that mean?
The answer came a few days later. Once again, I stood in front of mother with her stroking my cock. Reaching behind her head, I gently began to pull her mouth towards my erect cock. At first, she pushed her head back towards my hand, but as I continued to apply pressure, she opened her mouth, leaned forward, and placed her lips around the tip of my cock. With her right hand gripping the base of my erection, she began to slowly engulf the length of my cock, her lips forming a perfect seal around my hardness. Gripping her head with my hands, I responded with a slow push of my hips. Watching mother as she sucked my cock, I felt her tongue along the underside of my shaft and the unmistakable feeling of her lips surrounding my cock. Mother began to bob her head as she continued to swallow more and more of my erection. Slowly, she began to increase in tempo as she continued to slide her mouth over my cock. Sensing my coming orgasm, mother abruptly pulled her mouth away from me.
"Don't you dare put your seed inside me." With those words spoken, mother then placed both of her hands behind me grabbing my ass. Looking back, the sight that I had was marvelous. Here was my bare-breasted mother taking in the entire length of my cock into her mouth. The feeling of her mouth and tongue, the sight of her ample tits, and her enthusiastic sucking all combined to send me again over the edge. Remembering mother's words, I began to pull back from mother's mouth. She took the hint, grabbed my dick with her right hand, and began to stroke my cock as she had before. Seconds later, I ejected a stream of semen across her face. As my orgasm began to fade, I sent lesser streams that fell across her breasts as well. She continued to stroke me until the last drop came out."At last, some progress," mother stated. "You at least have begun to listen to me. You did not put your seed into my mouth. Perhaps there is some hope that I can cure you of your sinful ways." But instead of wiping my semen with a tissue, mother simply stood and faced me. Looking into my eyes for several seconds, mother unexpectedly leaned over kissed me on my lips, an event that had never happened before. She smiled ever so slightly and walked from my bedroom without dressing, holding up her dress at her waist with her hands. She made no effort to wipe any of my semen away in my presence.
As our sessions continued, mother and I practiced the same routine, with her bare-breasted while she sucked my cock. I would alternate from fondling her breasts or grabbing her head, all the while building to my climax. Mother always wore her dress into my bedroom, but she quit redressing. Instead, she would simply stand and walk out, but not before giving me a quick kiss on my lips. She would sometime speak of my progress, but she appeared slightly happier than she had been before.
That happiness would not last forever.
Weeks after we had begun, as mother began to unzip her dress, I asked her to turn around to help her. She hesitated, then agreed. Turning to face away from me, she held up her hair to allow me to access to her zipper. As I began unzipping her, I went past her midsection and continued downward. Suddenly, mother froze and tried to turn around, but not before I had unzipped her dress all the way.
"Robert, what are you doing?" She spoke in a tone that was accusatory but not angry. I said nothing but began to pull her dress off her shoulders. "Young man, you need to stop this instant," she commanded. "What are you doing?" she firmly asked again.
"I just wanted to see what you looked like... down there," I said softly.
Turning around to face me, her stern look returned with full fury. "What do you mean, 'down there'?", she demanded. Once again, I stood silently as she glared at me. "You mean you want to look at my private area?" She continued. "I was hoping that you would stop your sinful and wicked thoughts, but now you think I am some type of whore that you can use." Looking up at her, I could see that she had placed her hands on her hips. I looked back down to the floor wishing that I had not taken such a bold move.
"It is not enough that I tried to relieve you every other day so that I can cure you of your evilness, but now you want to use me like a common streetwalker. Is that what you want from me?" I looked back up at her just in time to see her fold her arms across her chest.
She just stood there, glaring at me. Finally, I saw her tilt her head slightly and look past me. I had no idea what was coming next. Without another word, mother allowed her dress to fall to the floor.
Stepping out of her dress, mother turned to face me as I drank in the sight of my mother standing before me. As before, she had her white bra that fully covered her breasts, but now she was standing in front of me in panties that were visible through the nude, tan pantyhose that she was wearing. Reaching behind her, she undid her bra, which fell to the floor revealing the magnificent breasts that I had seen so many times before. But was she about to take off the rest of her clothes?
Still looking sternly at my face, mother slowly bent forward and pulled her pantyhose down
With a couple of quick steps, she pushed them off and kicked them to one side. She stood there, allowing me to devour the sight of her near-naked body. Her panties were not the bikini type but were the high-waisted type that came up to her navel. Even so, I could just make out the outline of her pubic hair through the silky fabric. Then, she bent over slowly, gradually pushed her panties down, and kicked them to one side as well. Straightening up, she placed her hands again on her hips.
The sight that greeted me is one that I will never forget. There in front of me was my nude mother. Although slightly plump for her 5'4" frame, mother still retained an hourglass figure even at 36. The contours of her hips and torso perfectly accented her figure. My eyes were captivated by her pussy, which was hairy but well-trimmed. I could just make out the outline of her pussy lips. Apart from the slight tan on her arms, neck, and face, her body were alabaster white, serving to highlight her red bush even more. Without any conscious thought, I reached forward to place my hand on her pussy. Mother reacted instantly.
"What are you doing? It's not enough that I show you my naked body, but now you want to touch me as well?" Mother glared at me. "I am not a harlot that you can have your way with."
"I just wanted to see what it felt like, mother," I pleaded.
She looked at me for several agonizing seconds and then relented. "Very well. You can touch me on the OUTSIDE only," she emphasized. Pulling me close to her, she took my hand and placed it on her hairy, red bush. Standing face to face, I can still recall the smell of her usual perfume as I began to explore mother's pubic region. The feeling of mother's pubic hair on my fingers was electric, and I felt my cock beginning to throb. Not knowing what else to do, I allowed my fingers to slip further downward between her legs to explore this newfound territory. As I did, I heard mother take a deep, deliberate breath, and my middle finger found its way to the outside of mother's labia. I curled my finger slightly, which then penetrated her pussy. I began to press further and further into her.
"Did you not hear me, young man? Outside ONLY!" she demanded. But as she made no move to pull my hand away or otherwise stop me, I continued to press my finger into her pussy. As I did, I noticed mother's breathing starting to rise. She gripped my left arm with her right and began to squeeze.
"You must not do that to your mother. You should not have your finger inside there. That place is only for making babies, not for satisfying carnal lust. You must stop right now." But despite her words, she made no attempt to stop me. As I continued to finger mother's pussy, I felt her getting wetter and wetter. With a quickening pace, I continued to violate her warm, moist pussy with my finger.
Grabbing my other arm, mother pulled me closer, pressing her breasts against my chest. She leaned back, partially sitting on the bed with her feet on the floor. She spread her legs.
"Fine," she continued. "If you think that your own mother is nothing but a whore that you can lust over, then very well."
Spreading her legs further, mother said, "you wanted a whore, so here is your whore." I positioned my cock, but I paused as I looked down at mother's pussy. All I could think about was pushing my rock-hard cock inside her.
With my right hand, I fumbled with my cock, trying to put it in mother's gorgeous pussy. Mother quickly ended that.
"You have no idea of what you are doing, do you?" she said harshly. "Let me do it!" She grabbed my cock and placed it at the entrance of her pussy. "Now, push yourself inside me with your hips." I did as she instructed and was greeted by a sensation that was incredible.
As I pushed into her, the head of my cock was gripped by her tight, warm pussy. I awkwardly pushed further in before I instinctively pulled back. Once again, I pushed forward, but this time, I went in further than before. In and out, I began to violate mother. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer so that I could push further inside.
As I began to fuck mother with wild abandon, she raised her knees to allow me to penetrate her further and wrapped her arms around me. "You dirty, filthy boy. What am I to do with you?" she asked. "Go ahead, use your mother as a whore. That's it. Force yourself into your mother."
I quickly felt my orgasm rising, and I quickened the pace of plunging in and out of mother. Within a few more seconds, I felt an electric surge from the bottom of my feet as my cum exploded into her hot, wet pussy. Nuzzling my face to mother's perfumed neck, I pushed my cock into mother as far as I could push, cumming over and over inside of her welcoming pussy. As I did, she responded by hooking her legs behind my legs and pulling me further inside her.
Mother continued with her rant. "YOU WICKED, WICKED BOY! YOU PUT YOUR SEED INSIDE ME!" Mother practically screamed those last words.
As we both calmed down, my arms from around mother, and she eased back on the bed with me still inside her. As she rested on her elbows, I likewise stooped forward and balanced myself on my forearms. As I lay on top of mother, my chest pressed against mother's breasts. I was keenly aware of the sensation of not only the inside of her pussy but also the feel of her pubic hair against my skin. I could have lain there for hours.
Mother was not going to allow that. "Now, get off me, you sinful boy." Always the obedient son, I pushed myself back, but not before watching my still erect cock slide out of mother's red-haired pussy. As I stood, I looked down to see the wonderful sight of my naked mother. I could see her pussy spread before me, my cum running out onto the bedspread. Her pubic hair around the entrance was wet with her juices and mine. I nudged forward once more to slide my now-softening cock over her pubic region to leave a glistening trail of my cum.
Glancing up, I saw mother looking at me. Mother and I stared at each other for a brief period before she raised herself into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Without another word, she stood, picked up her clothes, and walked out of the room. I can still remember how shapely her ass looked as she strolled away from me.
I waited a few days before I approached mother again. She was again at the kitchen sink finishing the evening dishes. "Mother," I began, "I want to be inside you again." She stopped, looked out the window for a moment, dried her hands, and started towards my bedroom. As she walked to my room, she began to disrobe by unzipping her dress. By the time that she had reached the door to my room, she was stepping out of her dress. She again was clad in only her bra, panties, and pantyhose. As she reached my bed, she turned towards me and unclasped her bra. Letting it fall to the floor, she pulled off both her panties and pantyhose with one motion. I wasted no time in disrobing as well. Sitting back on the bed, mother reached for my hand and pulled me towards her.
"Lay on top of your whore," mother commanded. I climbed up on the bed and stood on my knees above mother. I paused to look at mother's nude body. As before, I marveled at the contrast between her milky-white skin and the deep red color of her pussy. Her full breasts fell slightly off either side of her chest, her nipples erect. She had her legs spread, which gave me a clear view of her pussy. Slightly parted, I could see the entrance that led to her womb. Her red pussy hair followed the contour of her labia and into her pussy.
As I looked at mother, I suddenly had an uncontrollable urge. As boys will do, my friends and I had discussed the forbidden topic of cunnilingus. We had vague notions of what we should do, but no practical experience or advice. Now, I wanted to put my theories into practice.
Moving forward, I lay down with my head directly in front of her pussy. I reached out and began to push my tongue into her hole.
Mother began to speak up. "You shouldn't do that. That is mother's special place. You are not supposed to be licking me there." But as before, mother made no effort to stop me. She began to react by rotating her hips with the motion of my tongue. Accidentally, I found her clitoris. As I pressed my tongue on her clit, she arched her back. I knew instantly that I needed to continue. As she responded to my amateurish attempts, I quickly learned to circle her clit with my tongue. Continuing to tease her clit, mother responded by grabbing the back of head with both hands and pressing my face into her pussy.
"You wicked, wicked boy. What are you doing to your mother? This is so wrong. Please stop this instance." She made no move to stop me. Soon, she threw her legs over my head and began to squeeze with all her might. Her hips thrust forward, as if to force my face further into her pussy. Her whole body began to quake as she began to orgasm. She seized for several seconds before releasing my head from her thighs. She dropped them on either side of my shoulders.
By that time my cock was fully erect, and I moved forward to lay on top of her. With her breasts pressed against my chest, I grabbed my cock with my right hand and guided it to the entrance of mother's pussy. As a returning traveler, mother's guiding hand was not necessary. I knew what I needed to do as I looked directly into her face.
Strangely, mother had closed her eyes as she continued breathing deeply and heavily. As I pushed my cock into her pussy, mother gasped and gripped both of my arms with her hands. Further and further, I explored mother's tight, wet pussy as I plunged deeper and deeper. I still remember how it felt as my cock pushed deep inside mother, the vise-like grip of her vaginal muscles squeezing me, imploring me to plunge deeper inside her. Within a minute, I again ached to release my seed into mother's waiting pussy. Gripping mother's shoulders with my hands, I pushed my cock into mother as far as I could. Stream after stream of semen flowed from my cock deep into mother. I continued to press my cock into mother until my orgasm had subsided.
For once, mother had said very little. None of the usual chastising about sinfulness. She just remained quiet as I lay on top of her. I was determined to stay on top of her for as long as I could to fully experience our coupling. I remember the feeling of her pubic hair on my lower stomach, the sensation of her breasts pressed against me, the smell of mother's perfume mixed with the undeniable scent of her pussy, as well as the scent of my own semen.
After several minutes, the combination of my shrinking cock and the spasms of her pussy forced me from her. Still, I did not want the sensations to stop. I wanted to desperately to couple with mother again. Reaching down, I grabbed my flaccid cock and began to rub the head on her pussy lips. I felt the urge rising in me again as my cock began to rise once more. Once more I tried to couple with mother by pushing my slowly hardening cock into her wet, waiting pussy. I had just pushed the tip of my cock into her when mother's dominant personality returned.
"Get off me, you sinful man. Who do you think you are? Just because you are my husband...." Mother abruptly stopped and her eyes flew open wide in surprise. She continued to look at me as if she were coming out of some type of trance. Then, she quickly transitioned to the stern mother I had always known.
"Enough with your sinfulness. Are you proud that you continue to use your mother like a whore? Get off me this instant." With that statement, she shoved me to one side and got off the bed. Gathering up her clothes, she left the room. Staring at her shapely ass as she left the room, I could not help to notice the stream of my semen running down her leg.
Whatever ever had happened, I wanted more. All I could think about was coupling with mother as soon as I could again. I craved the feeling of her naked breasts pressed to my chest, the sensation of her pubic hair against me, and the smell of the perfume that she wore. All I wanted to ravage and violate my mother, regardless of her feelings. Consumed by my desire, I swore that I would be inside my naked mother again soon.
I waited a couple of days and approached mother. This time, she was in her bedroom standing beside her bed. She was straightening out her bedspread and had not seen me enter the room. I walked up to her and placed my hands on her waist. Startled, she straightened up but did not otherwise move. I leaned in over her shoulder and said, "I need you again."
I pushed her forward so that she was leaning on her hands. Throwing her skirt over her waist, I pulled both her pantyhose and panties down past her knees and to the floor with one swift motion. She tried to rise, but I pushed her back down with my left hand. With my right hand, I slid down the gym shorts that I wore for convenience. My cock stood erect as I pressed the tip at the entrance of her waiting pussy. Wanting her urgently, I pushed in and out in small increments as my cock began to split the outer lips of her vagina.
As if waking from a trance, mother began pushed back. "ROBERT ANDREW," she began, "when will these evil, sinful thoughts of yours end. I would have thought by now that you would have been cured, but I was wrong. I will not allow you to continue to use me as a whore."
Mother continued. "And what makes you think you can come into my bedroom and ask me to perform such depraved acts with you? No sir, young man, return to your bedroom this instance."
I did not respond. Instead, I continued to work my cock into her.
"YOUNG MAN, RELEASE ME AT ONCE," she demanded. "Go back to your room, and we can forget all about this shameful conduct of yours. I AM NOT A WHORE."
Looking down, the sight of her ass as she was bent over was amazing. I wanted to fuck mother more than anything in the world.
With my right hand, I continued to guide my hard cock to the entrance of her pussy. As I began to push past her pussy lips, mother continued to implore me to stop.
"Robert,' mother implored, "not here, not in my bedroom. This sinful activity must stop. We can't allow ourselves to have these wicked thoughts." For the first time, mother had included herself in the sinful category. Regardless, I knew what I wanted to do.
Grabbing her by the waist, I began to push my cock further into mother's waiting pussy. At first, I had a hard time getting into mother as there was little lubrication. Little by little, I worked the head of my cock into her. Pulling back slightly, I pushed forward again. Slowly, I worked my cock into mother. As I continued, mother began to respond by gyrating her hips as I attempted to push forward. Soon, I had about half of my cock buried in mother's moistening pussy.
By no means was mother silent during all this time. As I slowly worked by cock into her hole, mother begged me to stop. "Robert, we shouldn't do this anymore. I know that I have been wicked and sinful too, but we must stop to save ourselves from hell." Even as she spoke, she continuously rotated her hips in rhythm with my thrusts. Soon, I was deep inside mother. We were fully engaged, with me ramming my cock in and out of mother.
Reaching around her to her chest, I grabbed mother's bra-covered breasts. I wanted to feel them naked in my hands as I fucked her, so I tried to pull her top down. Quickly frustrated, I grabbed her dress from her shoulders and pulled it back. As I did, her dress ripped down the back to her waist, exposing her bra strap to me. Using both hands, I undid her bra. Her breasts feel free, and I grabbed them with both hands.
With animal lust, I thrust my cock in and out of mother's now-dripping pussy. Mother responded by reaching her right hand behind my thigh to pull me forward. I pushed my cock deep in mother again and again.
The thrill of mother's naked breasts in my hands was the signal to my brain. With sustained contractions, my balls sent globs of cum into mother's waiting pussy. I continued to work my now deflating cock, trying to absorb as much of the sensation as possible.
After a while, I let go of mother's breasts and pulled my cock out of her. She likewise let go of my thigh. Taking a half-step backwards, I stood and looked down on mother. She had leaned forward and was resting on her hands, still bent over at the waist with her breasts hanging free. The arm holes of her ripped dress were down to her wrists, allowing her breasts to hang down. Her pantyhose and panties were on the floor, mother having stepped out of them during our coupling.
I stood there several minutes while I caught my breath, all the while looking lustfully at mother. It was some time before mother spoke.
"I am not a whore," she began, her head hanging down. "No matter what you or my former husband or my father thinks, I am not a whore." She buried her head in her hands, and quietly begin to sob. I instantly began to feel remorse for what I had done. No question, mother had instigated our previous couplings, but now someone that I loved was clearly in pain.
"Mother, I'm sorry," I replied. "And I do not think you are a whore. I guess I got carried away in the moment." I reached out and began to stroke her hair. "I thought that you wanted me to, well, have sex with you."
Mother slowly shook her head. "I don't know what I want."
I pulled her up, turned her around, and had her lay on the bed. As she crawled on top of her bed, she pulled the tattered remains of her dress up along her shoulders. I laid down next to her and continued to stroke her hair. We lay there in quiet for some time before she began to speak. For the next two hours mother related to me details of her life that were previously unknown to me.
She had grown up under the watchful, and mostly overbearing, eyes of her minister father and her devoted mother. Although in many ways they were good parents, their domineering nature and strict ways prevented her from making any social attachments, especially with any male friends. Even in high school, she was forbidden from dating, attending dances, or even football games. Her days and nights were consumed with spiritual teachings and warnings from her father about the perils of sins of the flesh.
As a young girl, she became acutely aware of her sexuality and began to experiment privately in the privacy of her room late at night. Her first sexual experience was entirely accidental. Lying in the bathtub with the water running, she had placed her torso under the faucet to wash the grime of the day away. As the water cascaded over her vagina, she began to feel a tingling sensation that she had never felt before. Slowly, she began to feel something rising deep in her pelvic area. Within minutes, she experienced her first orgasm. Fortunately, she had the good sense not to cry out.
That episode led her to experiment with masturbating with her fingers late at night in her bed. She quickly learned how to use her fingers to give herself an orgasm. That further led to her using various objects around the house as makeshift dildos. Despite her parents' intentions, she had discovered the magical world of sex and the pleasure that it brought.
She wanted frantically to experience sex with a boy, but under her parents' close supervision, that idea was all but impossible. Night after night, she masturbated as often as she could, waiting for the chance to escape her sexual prison. That escape became my father.
He had been the bad boy in high school, the one guy that every girl wanted. He was handsome and tall, with the devil-may-care attitude and gift of gab that perfectly complimented his jet-black hair. He had been known around town to have made more than one sexual conquest. Practically any girl seen in his company was automatically assumed to have had sex with him.
Mother was determined to have him. After striking up several random conversations with him, she eventually slipped a note to him asking to meet him after midnight near her home. He readily accepted, and at the appointed time, mother secretly slipped out her back door. Minutes later, she and my father were together. Getting inside his car, they drove to a local lover's lane. Not long after arriving, mother and dad were engaged in mutual masturbation. Laying her down in the front seat of his car, dad took mother's virginity. They later returned near her parents' home, where he dropped her off. They repeated their tryst several times.
As could be expected, mother became pregnant. When she told her parents, her father demanded that dad marry mother, even though everyone knew that the marriage would not last. Dad reluctantly agreed to marry my underaged mother only after being threatened with jail.
Their marriage was a rocky one from the start. Father quickly found other conquests, even while mother was pregnant with me. After my birth, my father seldom touched mother, preferring other women. He began to question mother's chastity before their first night together. That soon evolved into his daily humiliation of mother, calling her either a whore or a slut. Just after my fourth birthday, mother and dad had a huge fight. He insisted that I was not his child and accused mother of sleeping with other high school classmates. Dad stormed out of the house, got in his car, and drove away. That was the last we ever saw of him.
After all the turmoil that dad had caused, mother was glad to see him go. Her father, on the other hand, thought that mother had brought shame to the family with her out-of-wedlock pregnancy. Now, as a divorcee, her shame in his eyes was complete. Their relationship became rocky as well. He would insinuate that she was a loose woman, and although not calling her a whore, he would hint at the same. Even on his death bed three years after dad left, he had not forgiven mother.
The mutual opinions of both her father and her husband led her to become the pious person that she was today. She was determined that I was not to fall into the same trap as she had. Her strict demeanor was strictly a façade. Her sexual urges were great, and she would masturbate frequently. She wanted frantically to have a sexual partner, but she resisted any such notions as any such activity would have confirmed their opinions of her. Year after year, her sexual frustration grew, and with it, her anger towards me. Outwardly, she had no interest in sex, but inside she craved some male physical contact. Only after finding my hidden magazines, did she formulate a plan that allowed some semblance to a sexual life.
At first, it was about just being able to see my cock, any cock. She felt it was the safest way to experience some type of sexual contact since she knew I would never reveal our secret. Other than masturbating me, she never intended to have direct sexual contact with me. After she watched me masturbate the first time, she returned to her room and brought herself to an orgasm with her hands. Later, as she began to suck my cock, she graduated to a dildo that she had purchased through a mail order catalog.
She never planned any of the escalations in our sexual contact. They just happened because the opportunity presented itself.
Looking directly into my eyes, she acknowledged, "now I am so lonely and desperate that I am fucking my only child." With that admission, she burst into tears.
She turned her face into my neck and continued to cry. My heart began to shred as I felt and heard mother's sobs.
I raised myself onto my left elbow and faced mother. I gently stroked her face and hair until she finally quieted down. Leaning down, I kissed mother fully on the lips. Except for the few times she had paid me a quick kiss at the conclusion of some of our sessions, we had never shared a true kiss before now. Reluctant at first, mother hesitantly returned my kiss. As we progressed, she opened her mouth and allow me to explore her tongue with mine.
Our previous encounter had left her dress torn and her bra unclasped, but both were still over her shoulders. Her panties and pantyhose remained on the floor. As we continued to kiss one another deeply, I pressed my body against mother's. My cock stiffened as I anticipated another encounter with mother. I could feel both of our bodies grow hotter with passion. Reaching under the remains of her dress, I placed my hand at the entrance of mother's pussy. Slowly, I pushed my middle finger into her pussy. She in turn stroked my cock with ever so gentle touches of her hand. I felt her body begin to tense as her orgasm started to rise. Taking my cue, I plunged my finger in and out of mother at a rapid pace. Arching her back, mother screamed a muffled scream into my mouth as we kissed deeply.
Wasting no time, I got up on my knees and pulled her to a sitting position. As I pulled her dress over her head, mother raised her arms to allow both the dress and her bra to be removed. Once free of her dress, I lowered mother back down on her back. Before me lay my naked mother, her body beckoning me. Laying down beside her, I gently massaged mother's tits. Her erect nipples betrayed her excitement. With building passion, I placed my body over mother's, my weight supported by my forearms. With her left hand, mother once again guided my cock into her waiting pussy.
I slowly pushed my cock forward, the head just past her opening. With just the tip inside, I rotated my hips. Mother reacted as I had hoped, attempting to pull me forward. I wanted to prolong our coupling as long as possible so I slowly worked my cock into her. I resisted her persistent arms pulling me forward.
Without warning, mother shifted her weight and forced me onto my back. Close to the edge of her bed, she pulled me towards the center with my help. Straddling me, she placed my cock at her pussy and allowed her weight to force my cock inside her. She didn't take the entire length at once, but within three to four strokes my cock was buried in mother's pussy. Looking at my face, mother locked her eyes onto mine. As she rode my shaft up and down, I could feel her tits sweeping across my chest, her nipples softly making their presence known.
As mother continued fucking me, our eyes never left one another's. Her pace continued to pick up speed until she was fucking me with brutal abandonment. Our mutual passion rose until we were both on the verge of cumming. Mother grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face to hers. As I grabbed her perfectly shaped ass, we shared a passionate kiss as we both began to orgasm. I felt her pussy clamp down on my hard cock as I spasmed over and over into mother and her womb.
While we continued our kiss, mother relaxed and allowed herself to lay down on top of me. Straddling me, mother fell quickly to sleep as I held her close in my arms. Just before I fell into an exhausted sleep, I felt my cock shrink from her pussy.
We continued to have sex over the years even after I went to college and left the house. Mother's attitude on life gradually changed, becoming a happier person and wearing makeup and more fashionable clothing. Eventually, she began to date and became more outgoing. I likewise became more outgoing, and after college I met and married my wife, with whom I have two children.
Unbeknownst to my spouse, mother and I still get together from time to time. Not that I don't love my wife, mother and I have a special love that we still share. We find ourselves seeking one another out at secret locations or even at our respective houses when we can find moments of privacy. After all, who would suspect a sexual relationship between a mother and son. It's a secret love that we will carry with us forever."Honey is that you?", called my wife Dana from the kitchen. She was an RN at a local hospital who worked a variable schedule. I had just come home from the office and was walking in from the garage. I acknowledged that it was me.
"Your mother called today. Do you realize that it has been over three weeks since you have seen her?"
"Has it been that long?", I asked. "I guess I just got busy at the office and forgot. I'll make sure that I see her soon."
My wife was not about to let me off that easy. "You need to go see her. You know how sideways she gets if you don't go over there. I am scheduled to work the emergency room this Sunday so it will be a great time to take her to church. You know much she loves sitting next to you at Sunday service."
"I think you are right." I responded. "I'll call her right now."
The following Sunday I drove to mother's house on the other side of town. While I was driving, I began to reminisce about my life with mother. If you read my previous story, you know that mother was a strict, single parent determined to raise me in accordance with the teachings of the church. After discovering my hidden stash of Playboy and Penthouse magazines, she forced me to masturbate in front of her to embarrass me. The embarrassment was supposed to cure me of my sinful ways; however, it had the opposite effect. Over time, mother and I gradually progressed to the point that we were in a full sexual relationship. As I reflected on that transformation of our relationship, I also remembered how much further we evolved and our sexual encounters over the years.
One incident that came to mind was the commemoration our church gave to the recently graduated students that were going off to college. It was the August after my graduation, and the church held a dinner in the students' honor. On the morning of the dinner, mother was in her bedroom laying out her clothes trying to decide what to wear. In her typical conservative fashion, all her dresses were not fitted for her body and hung loosely on her frame. I had a definite idea of what she needed.
"Mom," I began, "I think that you should change up what you normally wear." She looked up at me with a curious look.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"You have been wearing the same type of clothes for years. Why don't you get some new clothes for the dinner?"
"Like what?" she inquired.
I took her hand and led her to a full-length mirror in the corner of her room. As I stood behind her, I took the slack out of her dress at the waist and pulled it tight. I did the same just below her wonderful ass. Once I had pulled her dress close to her body, her firm, full breasts pressed against her dress, revealing her voluptuous figure. From her breasts, her body tapered down to her waist and then expanded again to emphasize her plump, shapely ass.
As I looked over her shoulder into the mirror, I said, "see, this is what I am talking about. You have a beautiful figure. You shouldn't hide it." I guided her gently to her left allowing her to see her profile. "There is nothing about which you should be ashamed."
Mother frowned. "I don't know. I think it makes me look like", she paused briefly, "a harlot. I shouldn't go to our church with my chest sticking out like this." She continued to look at herself in the mirror, her eyes dancing up and down her figure. But as she stood there, I noticed a subtle change in her expression, from a disapproving frown to a curious expression of discovery.
"Mother," I interjected, "wearing something that highlights your beauty does not make you look like a harlot. I'm not asking you to wear anything that is revealing. All I am asking is that you wear something a little more contemporary." I turned her to face the mirror again. "Look at yourself. You are very beautiful. There is no sin in dressing appropriately."
"If nothing else", I continued, "do it for me. This dinner is in honor of me and the other students going to college. I want you looking your best. I want to show everyone how beautiful you are."
Mother gazed at herself for a bit longer before she spoke again. "Very well, if that is what you want. I still think that it will make me look cheap. I will be back in a little while." And with that said, she turned, picked up her purse, and headed out of the door.
As the day wore on, I noticed that mother had been gone for several hours. We were supposed to leave the house at 5:30 p.m., and as the time approached 4:45, I began to be concerned that we might be late. Not wanting to be the reason for the holdup, I went to my room and began to dress. I heard the door open, and mother's familiar footsteps walk into her room. I finished dressing, went to the living room, and waited on the couch. Just before 5:30, mother walked into the living room.
The person that I saw standing before me was someone that I had never seen. Her usual bun or ponytail was gone as her beautiful red hair was gently curled and fell just below her shoulders. Her delicate face was lightly adorned with makeup that highlighted her eyes and cheeks. Her lips were a medium red. Her dress was a form fitting, light blue dress which was held up by her bare shoulders. Her neckline plunged downward to reveal her bulging cleavage. I could just make out the top of her bra as she adjusted her dress upward. As I had hoped, her hourglass figure was perfectly accented by her dress. Even more surprising, her customary, church-lady shoes had been replaced by matching high heel pumps. She looked amazing.
"Wow, mother. I don't know what to say. You look incredible. You are stunningly beautiful." I continued to stare at mother while she fidgeted with the top of her dress. Turning to look into a wall mirror, she pulled the top of her dress up further to cover her breasts.
With her usual frown, she said "the sales lady convinced me to buy this dress. I'm not sure. The top is a little low, and" she lowered her voice, "my bra seems a little tight. What do you think?"
"You are perfect. I would not change a thing. Did you go to the salon?" I asked.
"Yes, I stopped in after buying the dress. I was thinking about what you said about being your night. I wanted to look my best. But I don't know...." I could tell she wanted my approval.
"Mother, you look fantastic. I can't wait to show you off at the dinner."
Mother nodded and picked up her purse. "I guess we better go then," she said. Within minutes we were making the 35-minute drive to the church dinner. The route would take us around the town on a bypass.
As I drove, I could not help but to look at mother as she sat beside me. She sat slightly angled towards me, her right leg crossed over her left. Her breasts strained at the top of her dress, and her cleavage spilled just above the top of her bra. Moreover, I could not help to notice how her ass spread sensuously on the seat beside me. It took all my concentration to remain focused on the road. Increasingly, I wanted to touch any part of mother that I could. I could no longer resist, and I reached over and placed my hand on mother's left breast.
Turning her head to me, she said in a stern voice, "have you lost your mind? Keep your hands on the wheel and your eyes on the road. Do not think I haven't noticed you lusting after me. This is exactly what I was afraid of. You had me dress like a whore so you could use me like one." Nevertheless, she made no effort to remove my hand, and I began to gently squeeze her breast as we drove.
"Young man, did you hear me? I said to put your hand back on the wheel," she insisted. But again, she made no effort to stop me as I slid my hand into her bra. I could feel her nipple harden as I continued to play with her tit with my fingers.
Mother again protested, "you should not be doing this to me. I am your mother, and we are going to a church function. Do you have no shame?" But as she spoke, her voice lowered to a whisper. Uncrossing her legs, she slid over slightly to me. Our car had an old-style bench seat in front, which allowed her to move closer to me. Mother took a deep breath and squirmed slightly in the seat. As we approached a stop light, I removed my hand to avoid anyone seeing us while we were stopped. However, I allowed my hand to drop to her lap. After the light changed and I continued driving, I reached for her left leg and pulled it toward me. Mother again objected.
"We cannot be doing this in broad daylight. Someone will see us." Yet, she still shifted to her left so that I could push my hand underneath her dress. I stretched my arm to touch her pussy but could not reach her. Mother solved that problem by scooting closer to me. As I touched her, I felt the familiar pantyhose and panties that mother always wore. I started pressing my fingers against her panty-covered pussy. She immediately responded by grasping my arm with both her hands.
"Robbie, you must stop this right now. Someone might see us. Oh, this is so wrong." Again, she made no effort to stop me as I continued to stroke her pussy. I wanted so much to have my finger inside her, but her pantyhose was in the way. Feeling the seam at her crotch, I tried to pull apart the seam with my fingers but could not with just one hand. After several attempts, mother interceded. "You will never get that done," she said. I took the cue and moved my hand away. Using her nails, mother ripped her pantyhose creating a hole and moved her panties to one side. Mother then leaned back as I placed my hand between her legs again. I could feel her pubic hair as I probed her pussy lips with my fingers. Mother edged even closer as I tried to enter her with my finger.
Slowly exploring her with my fingers, I pushed my middle finger into mother's increasingly wet pussy. Mother arched her back and pressed her hips forward as I pushed further and further into her. With cars on both sides of us, I continued to ease my finger in and out, all the while our sexual interlude hidden from view.
As we approached the turn for the church, mother squeezed my arm with her hands as she started to orgasm. In a final indication, she clinched her legs together and pulled my hand toward her pussy. Turning into the church parking lot, mother quickly came to her senses, pushed my hand away, and pulled her dress back down. As she scooted over to the right, she began to look around to make sure that no one had seen us.
Pulling into a parking space, I stopped the car and looked at mother. With her face flushed red, she continued to breath heavily. We certainly could not get out at this point. Then mother pointed out the obvious. "We need to wait just a bit so that we can both calm down," she said as she pointed at my crotch. Pressing against my pants, my hard cock was straining to get out. I knew better than to ask mother to take care of me at this point. I turned the air conditioner on high, and we waited.
After about ten minutes, I stepped out and opened mother's door. Walking with mother's arm on mine, we approached the door of the dining hall of the church where the rest of the people were entering. Standing at the door was Reverend Roy Allison and his wife Mary, who were welcoming everyone. Having no children of their own, Reverend Allison and Mary were very active in every church activity. Very pretty and petite, Mary was a 5'2" brunette with shoulder length hair, a slim but not quite skinny figure, and perky breasts. She had always been a subject of my teenage fantasies. As mother and I approached, I saw a startled look on Rev. Allison's face. "Janet," he began, "I hardly recognized you. You look lovely tonight." Mrs. Allison likewise chimed in. "Yes Janet, this is an entirely distinctive look for you. I love your dress." I saw mother blush from the attention, but otherwise maintained her composure.
"Thank you, but I must give credit to Robbie for my fresh look. He suggested that I try something different for this dinner," mother responded, all the while drawing me closer to her. "I just wanted to make tonight special for him."
As other people were behind us, mother and I said we would talk with them later, and we walked to the table assigned to us. I pulled out mother's chair and sat beside her. We were one of the last people to arrive and the dinner began soon after. Reverend Allison made the customary congratulatory remarks and concluded with a prayer. The dinner progressed as one might expect, concluding with dessert and coffee for those that wanted it. Afterwards, Reverend Allison invited the attendees to stay and visit with one another.
As we mingled with the other attendees, I knew what else I wanted to conclude the evening. Slowly, deliberately, I led mother to the edge of the crowd before leaning in and whispering into her ear. "I want to show you something," I said. Mother looked into my eyes and responded. "And what would that be?" Her narrowed gaze betrayed her knowledge of what I wanted. Grasping her by the arm, I quietly led her to the hallway and to the stairs that were at the end.
As we walked up the stairs, mother angrily interjected, "what are you doing, young man? Are you thinking what I think you are thinking? If so, the answer is NO! We are in our own church, the church that my father founded. There is no way I am going to let you have your way with me here." Even with her protests, however, mother never stopped or made any effort to go down the stairs.
Reaching the second floor, I turned us to the right and went to the end of the hallway. On our left was a single door labeled "Comfort Room," an isolated room for use by anyone that might feel sick during church activities. I opened the door and led mother inside. Although small, it was large enough to hold a twin-sized bed.
Closing the door behind us and locking the knob, I led mother to the small bed against the wall. Mother continued her protests.
"Are you crazy?" she began. "Someone might find us here. And how are you going to explain that? We will be driven from the church and our town." I pulled mother close and kissed her fully on the lips, with mother still mumbling her protests as our lips met. Reaching down, I raised her skirt to her waist. She attempted to thwart my efforts, but my hand found her pussy before she could stop me. Once again, I found the hole in her pantyhose and quickly pushed my finger around her panties and into her warm, wet pussy.
"Robbie, stop this sinful behavior at once. We cannot do this here. Do you hear me?" I heard mother clearly, but I wasn't ready to comply. I slowly plunged my finger in and out of mother as my cock became harder and harder.
In a desperate tone, mother finally relented. "If you must be sinful, then we must hurry. We cannot be caught doing this wickedness here." With that said, she unbuckled my pants which then fell to the floor. With my free hand, I pulled my underwear down to my thighs, and I gently pushed mother back onto the bed.
Once on the bed, mother spread her legs and pulled her panties aside. I needed no further instructions. Laying on top of her, I slowly pushed my hard cock into mother's waiting pussy. At the same time, mother wrapped her legs around me and pulled me forward. In and out, I thrust my cock into mother's pussy over and over.
Mother began to respond as I worked my cock in and out of her. "You are such a wicked boy. You shouldn't be doing this to your mother. Oh Robbie, you feel so good in me. Go deeper in me, baby. That's it baby, push it deeper." With her whispering in my ear, I was ready to explode into mother within minutes. Sensing my coming orgasm, mother pulled my face to her neck and pulled me further forward with her legs. Soon, I felt the ecstasy of my pulsating cock as it shot streams of my cum into mother. As I made a final push forward, mother stifled her moan by placing her hand over her mouth. I continued to lay on top of mother as we calmed down from our session.
Suddenly, we both heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps coming down the hallway. We both froze. Before we could act, an unseen hand tried to turn the locked knob. I could feel mother's pounding heartbeat synchronized with my own. Discovery was just outside the door. Then, we heard a female voice.
"I checked this door earlier. I know I did. I wanted to make sure that we had a secret place. Wait here while I get the key. Don't go anywhere Tommy. I'll be back in a minute." It was the voice of Mary Allison, the wife of Rev. Allison.
A second voice answered her in a whisper. "I'll wait here. I can't wait to be inside you." It was the voice of Tommy Gilford, one of my high school classmates and a future student at the same college I was going to attend. We listened as Mary Allison's footsteps echoed down the hallway to the stairs.
We were trapped. Quietly, we got up and dressed. Regardless of the secret affair that we had just discovered, there was not a good explanation for why mother and I were in this room. Quickly, a plan came into my mind, and I whispered it to mother. Mother straightened her dress and crept to the door.
Standing to where I was behind the door when she opened it, I nodded to mother. Flinging it open, she quickly confronted Tommy. "What are you doing her, Tommy? Are you trying to peek in on me? Here I am trying to re-arrange my dress, and here you are trying to get a free peek. Is that it?"
Tommy quickly tried to rebut mother's accusations. "NO, MA'AM! I was just walking down the hall when you opened the door."
Mother continued her assault on poor Tommy. "Well then, why are you still here, you peeping Tom? GO!" And with those words, Tommy quickly walked down the hallway and down the stairs. Mother and I wasted no time in straightening out the bed and our own clothes. Mother walked ahead of me and down the stairs. I continued to the other end of the hallway and out to the main chapel where I could come in a separate way from mother. Within minutes, we had reunited in the dining hall with no one the wiser.
As the time was drawing near for goodbyes, mother and I headed for the door. Once again, Rev. Allison was there along with Mrs. Allison. Mother and I briefly glanced at one another, and without a change of expression acknowledged the two secrets that we both shared.
"Good night, Reverend and Mrs. Allison. Thank you for organizing the dinner," I said. Mother likewise thanked them. I could see that Mrs. Allison was anxious, perhaps because Tommy had told her of the confrontation with mother and she was afraid that mother had overheard their exchange. I could not help myself as I added fuel to the fire.
"Has anyone seen Tommy Gilford? I want to ask him when he is going to arrive at college." Instantly, I saw Mrs. Allison's face flush bright red just as mother subtly jabbed my side.
Rev. Allison responded, saying, "I have not seen him since the dinner. What about you, Mary?" With a dazed look, Mrs. Allison shook her head. "I haven't seen him either." She then changed the subject by complimenting mother again on her new dress. We chatted for a couple of more minutes before we walked to the car.
Even before we left the parking lot, mother and I were discussing the newly discovered affair between Mary Allison and Tommy Gilford. How long had it been going on? Had they been meeting secretly at the church? Where else could they have been meeting? That discussion eventually led to how close we had come to being discovered ourselves. We thanked God that the door was locked and that she did not have a key with her. We had come remarkably close but fortunately, it was behind us now.
Then mother spoke up. "I can also see now that you cannot control your urges. Now that you are going off to college, I am concerned that you might get some poor girl pregnant. I do not want you making the same mistake that I made. The only solution is that I need to continue our..." mother paused as she searched for the right word, "our sessions." It was a word that we used from then on to describe our trysts. "Hopefully then, I can keep you from an ultimate mistake. Don't you agree?"
certainly did not want to stop having sex with mother, so I readily agreed. "I think that is best as well." Then, I mentioned something that I had been thinking about for some time. "You know mother, I have an idea. I was hoping that you might start wearing a garter belt and hose."
Mother wrinkled her eyebrows at that idea. "How do you know about a garter belt and hose? And why do you want me to wear something like that?" I thought for a moment that I was about to get a stern lecture.
"Well," I began, "just in case we have an opportunity like tonight. I hate having to get around your pantyhose." I waited for mother's response.
"I guess I could do that. Besides, I cannot keep buying pantyhose just so that you can insist on ripping them. Alright, I will order a set from a catalog, but don't think my buying something like that is your permission to start using me anytime you like. Agreed?"
I nodded my head, but inside I was picturing how sexy mother would look standing in front of me, her firm breasts held up by a skimpy bra and her legs adorned by hose attached to a garter belt. I visualized her red bush framed by the garter belt as it held up her hose. I instantly became hard again.
Apparently, mother was paying attention. "Again, Robbie?" she said as she looked at my crotch. "What am I going to do with you?" Without another word, she scooted close enough to me so that she could unzip my fly. Gently, she pulled out my hardened cock, stroked it a couple of times, and then leaned over. As I continued driving down the bypass, mother placed her mouth over my cock. I could see her head bobbing up and down as I felt her lips and tongue on my cock. Soon, she had taken in the entire length of my shaft. With her lips surrounding my shaft, mother was slowly and expertly sucking me off. Somehow, I was able to keep my focus on the road, but I was quickly approaching an orgasm.
"Mother, I am getting close," I said in an excited warning. However, mother made no effort to cease. Just as I stopped at a traffic light, I felt my balls jerking as I delivered a blast of cum into mother's mouth. Even after I started cumming, mother continued to bob up and down on my cock. The feeling was extraordinary. Just as she was beginning to lift her head, a car pulled next to us to our left. The sun was just below the horizon, but there was still plenty of light to see mother as she raised up. As a precaution, I held her head down and let her know about the intrusive car. Regardless, I felt her sucking up all my cum. Hovering just above the tip of my cock, she licked the remaining cum as it slid down my shaft. The light turned green, and we began moving again away from the car to our left. Mother sat back up, and I watched as mother placed her hand to her mouth and swallowed deeply.
Turning to me, mother said, "well, I could not let your suit have those stains on them. How would we explain that to the cleaners?" We both chuckled. Then, mother lovingly put my cock back into my pants and zipped them up. "There, I hope that holds you until we at least get to the house." We got to the house about 20 minutes later, and once in my room, I fell into a deep sleep.
My departure for college came just two weeks later. Mother drove me and my clothes to the campus located about two hours away. We had a marathon session the night before as mother wanted to make sure that I was fully satisfied before she left me. Even then, I wanted mother one more time. At my suggestion, we drove along a deserted road and found an abandoned homesite. Parking in the yard in front of the remnants of the house, mother and I quickly embraced. There was no pretense this time. Mother slid from behind the wheel and laid down on the front seat. Pulling up her skirt, I noticed that mother was wearing the garter belt that I had requested. However, she was wearing no panties. Apparently, she anticipated that we would be having one more session before she left me. I quickly removed my pants, and within moments, I was pushing my hard cock into mother's hungry pussy. Like two teenagers at a lover's lane, mother and I coupled with wild abandon. Hooking her legs around the back of mine, she continually pulled me into her in sequence with my own thrusts. I came into mother's pussy once more just as we heard a car drive slowly down the road. I hesitated for a moment and looked up over the seat. The car continued without stopping or even noticing our sexual escapades. Taking the appearance of a car as a sign, mother and I quickly pulled ourselves together and continued the journey to my college. We would stop one more time in the parking lot of a shopping mall near the college. Finding a mostly empty section far from the doors, mother climbed on top of me to completely drain me of my semen. Thirty minutes later, mother was accompanying me as I checked into the dorm.
Two weeks into the semester, I called mother from the communal phone bank at the dorm. I asked her if she was planning to come up anytime soon. Mother took the hint. She promised to pick me up that Friday night in front of the dorm at 6 p.m. We ended the conversation with the usual "love you, love you too."
As promised, mother appeared in her car in front of the dorm just before 6 p.m. on Friday. As I got in, I noticed that mother was wearing a blouse and form fitting pants, something that she had never done before. Her usual attire never included pants of any type, as she always wore dresses. Her blouse was snuggly fit to her chest, allowing her ample breasts to catch my eyes. Her blouse buttoned in front, but mother had kept the last button unfastened. Her breasts seemed on the verge of falling out. Her hair was once again professional done as well as her makeup. I had to comment.
"Wow, I have never seen you in slacks! Is my mother changing her life?" I quipped.
"I just thought I needed to catch up with the times. A girl can look good in pants just as well as a dress, right?" She looked at me for my approval, which I immediately gave.
"Of course, you look great." I paused for a moment and then asked the obvious. "So, where are you taking me?"
With a slight grin, mother said, "I thought that we might do something different to go along with my new wardrove. I have a motel room, but I was thinking about a drive-in movie. I really enjoyed our sessions in the car the other day." She continued to glance back and forth as she drove along. I knew that she was watching me as I continued to ogle her tits. "But first, let's grab a little dinner."
Within minutes, we were walking inside a diner close to campus. As we entered, I could not help but notice that several of the male patrons were glued to mother as she walked to our table at the back. After pulling out mother's chair, I sat down immediately to her right. We continued catching up on what had happened with each other since we were last together. Even after we ordered, I kept noticing the men casting subtle glances at our direction as thy tried to get a better look at this redhead goddess.
"You are certainly making an impression," I observed. "I think that every man in here is looking at you. And I have to say, you do look incredible."
"Thank you, kind sir. And I must say, I am flattered that my handsome date has noticed me," she responded.
We finished dinner and started towards the door. I intentional hung back at the table to allow mother to get ahead of me. I watched this gorgeous redhead walking through the restaurant, her perfect figure for all to see. Whether deliberate or not, mother strutted as if she was walking along a fashion runway, one foot just ahead of the other. Her gorgeous ass swayed side to side. Once again, every head turned, including more than one woman. We paid at the front and went out to the car to continue our date.
By the time that we arrived at the drive-in, the movie had started. Not surprisingly, mother took a space on the last row along the eight-foot-tall fence to our right. Two empty spaces sat beside us to the left, the fence to our right. We could not have hoped for any more privacy.
As a pretense, mother took the speaker from the stand, placed it in the window, and then turned towards me. For a moment we sat in silence lost in our private, internal desires. Simultaneously, we leaned into one another and embraced in a kiss. For quite a long while, we passionately kissed while exploring each other's body.
Without saying it, we both understood that we each wanted to take our time. Using my right hand, I stroked mother's leg as I pressed close to her. Running my hand up her leg, I caressed mother's ass as I slid my leg between her thighs. Mother likewise began to rub her firm breasts against my chest as she continued to kiss me deeply. Slowly, I leaned backwards, pulling mother on top of me. With my hard cock straining against my pants, mother straddled me and slid up and down the length of my cock, dry humping me as I lay on the front seat. With both of my hands now on her ass, I pressed upward to maintain contact with mother's covered pussy. The more I pushed up, the more mother pushed down.
I could feel mother's heartbeat pounding through her breasts as our mutual breathing continued to increase. I turned mother with her back to the seat and placed my hand underneath her blouse. Gently, I stroked her breast as we found our libidos rising further and further.
We continued to explore each other for some time before we took the night's journey to the next level. Mother pushed me on my back, sat up, and unhurriedly unbuttoned her blouse. I watched every movement of her hand as her blouse opened slowly to reveal her bra-covered tits. As she finished with the last button, she pulled her blouse from her slacks and tossed it into the back seat. Her full breasts pressed against an almost transparent bra, her nipples pushing against the silky material. Straightening up, she stared down at me before unbuttoning and removing my own shirt. After tossing it as well into the back seat, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. With a slight movement, she allowed her bra to slide off her arms into her hands. Once again, it was tossed into the back seat. She paused once again, allowing me to gaze upon the breasts that I so desperately wanted to grasp. Sliding my hands up her waist, I pressed my hands on her firm breasts. Mother gasped and leaned her head backwards as she again pressed down on my bulging cock.
I wanted so much to see more of mother. Leaving her breasts, my hands unbuckled her slacks and unzipped them. With her assistance, I removed her them over her ass and then completely off, leaving her in just her panties. She wasted no time in removing my own, likewise leaving my underwear on.
Once again, mother and I dry humped one another for several minutes before I raised us up and sat beside one another. Caressing her breasts, I could feel her protruding nipples in my fingers. She stared into my eyes as our breathing continued to rise once again. Removing my hand from her breast, she placed it on her panty covered pussy. Through the fabric, I could feel the outline of her pussy and the tell-tale bump of her clitoris. I continued to rub up and down her slit as she lightly stroked my cock through my underwear. As I raised up slightly, mother slid my underwear off and once again grabbed my cock. I needed no further encouragement. I pulled her panties off and pressed my hand on her red, bushy pussy.
Entering her with my finger, I pushed in and out of her moist, warm pussy. As our mutual excitement rose, mother once again pushed me down in the seat and straddled me again. She reached down and aimed my cock at the entrance of her pussy. As I pushed upward with my hips, mother slowly allowed my cock to enter her. At first, mother leaned on me with her hands on my chest as I forced my way further and further into her, but then she leaned down, pressing her breasts to my chest once again. Over and over, I slid my cock in and out of mother's tight pussy.
Although the temperature was in the 70s, our body heat had warmed the car to the point that we were covered in sweat. Nevertheless, the moisture only added to the sensuous atmosphere. I felt mother's sweat-covered stomach as she pressed it against mine, slipping and sliding as we continued our coupling. Likewise, the sweat from her breasts allowed her to glide up and down my chest. The sensation brought me closer and closer to orgasm as I felt my cock buried deep into mother.
I could not hold out any longer. "Mother, I need to cum in you!" I exclaimed. Mother quickly responded. "YES, ROBBIE, force your seed into me! I need you to spill your juices in me now!"
With my hands around mother's generous ass, I pressed upwards as my cock began to spew globs of my cum deep into mother. She likewise clamped down on my cock with her pussy as she began to orgasm. Over and over, my cock spewed generous amounts of semen deep into her. As my cock's spasms began to subside, I was content to lie there while mother came down from her own orgasm. Mother eventually collapsed on top of me as my seed ran out of her.
We must have laid there for 30 minutes or more. When we came to our senses, we noticed that the second feature film was beginning. Without attempting to cover up, mother and I sat up in the seat and noticed that the windows had completely fogged up. We both giggled at the realization of how passionately we had been with one another. As we lightly kissed one another, we continued to explore one another.
Almost as an afterthought, I rolled the window on the driver's side down slightly to allow more of a breeze to cool us. It was then that a car one row in front of us to our left opened its passenger door and its dome light came on. I noticed someone I knew exiting the car.
"Mother! Is that who I think it is?" I said excitedly.
Mother looked over her shoulder and out the window. There in the light of the car's overhead dome light was Mary Allison, the wife of Reverend Allison. She was grabbing her purse from the floorboard as she exited the car that we recognized as her own. There was no mistake that it was Mary Allison as her face was clearly illuminated. As she stood, we could see her straightening her dress before she closed the door and started walking towards the snack stand.
"What is she doing here?" mother whispered. Since the overhead light had not gone off yet, we also clearly recognized the face of Tommy Gilford.
"TOMMY GILFORD?" I whispered in return. "Can you believe they are here together? Here at this drive-in? What are the odds?"
"I can't believe they would risk being here together," mother said.
"Why not?", I countered. "They are two hours away from home. What's the chances that anyone would see them together?"
Suddenly, mother grinned slightly and quickly began to dress. "Mother, what's the rush? They can't see us, and they don't know we are here. We are perfectly safe." I argued.
"I'm thinking about having a little fun. Get dressed", she ordered.
"What are you talking about? We can't risk them knowing about us." I questioned.
Nevertheless, mother insisted. Once fully dressed and after making sure that the dome light was off, mother and I quietly exited the car on the passenger side. Stealing along the fence to our right, we walked several rows forward of our car before turning towards the snack stand. Mother led the way, a woman with a mission.
As we approached the snack stand, mother and I could see Mrs. Allison coming out of the restroom in the back of the stand. Mother made a beeline towards her. Mother reached her side just as Mrs. Allison was turning the corner towards her car. Mother pounced on her prey.
As she touched her on the shoulder, mother said, "Mary, how good to see you here. I was just saying to Robbie that I thought that was you."
As she turned toward mother, Mary's mouth betrayed her emotions by falling slightly open. Her red face only confirmed our suspicions. "Jjjjanet", she stuttered, "what are you doing here?"
"Oh, just watching a movie with my Robbie", mother said sweetly. "I came up to see him today, and you know something, I have never been to a drive-in. He was kind enough to bring me here." Twisting the dagger with the most innocent face, mother looked past her shoulder and said, "is Reverend Allison with you? I would like to talk with him about something."
As I watched Mary's face slowly sinking, she was barely able to speak. "Uhhhh, no. I was here on church business and wanted to see a movie. I just happened to see this place. I was just about to leave. Sorry I can't visit any longer."
As Mary turned to leave, mother fired a last arrow in her direction. She grabbed her arm, turned to me, and said, "Robbie, where is your manners? Walk Mrs. Allison to her car."
"OH, NO! That is quite alright. I'm just over there." She pointed in the exact opposite direction of where she and Tommy were parked. "I really need to run. Good night." With that she began to walk hurriedly in the direction in which she pointed.
We watched for a few moments before mother led me to the line for the snack bar. As we pretended to talk with one another, mother carefully but slyly watched Mary as she walked about 50 feet before turning left and disappeared behind a row of cars. Mother and I momentarily caught a glimpse of her as she angled to the rear of the lot. She could have only been going faster if she was running. Shortly thereafter, we watched as the taillights of her car were seen going swiftly out the exit. Having accomplished her mission, mother began to lead me back to the car.
As nonchalantly as I could, I looked at mother and asked, "Well, Miss Vendetta. Do you want to tell me why you wanted to make her squirm like that? Is there something that I need to know?"
Mother looked at me, then peered straight ahead as we continued to walk. I could tell that she was briefly lost in the past. Looking back at me, mother said, "I never told you this, but after I became pregnant with you, Mary was a classmate of mine who secretly condemned me for becoming pregnant out of wedlock." I saw her eyes narrow, and a scowl appear. "Mind you, never to my face, but word drifted back to me. My friends let me know that she was calling me a whore. She even concocted stories that I had been having sex with other boys in my class. That was a painful time for me. Although I have pretended otherwise since she is now the wife of Reverend Allison, I will always hate her for what she said about me." A single tear appeared and rolled down her cheek.
At the car, I opened the driver's door for mother, and after getting in, she scooted over to the passenger side. I got in beside her. We sat for several minutes before she spoke again. "Maybe she was right. Maybe I am a whore." Once again, I could tell that mother was wrestling not only with the past but also the present.
"Mother," I countered, "you are not a whore. You are a loving mother whose son worships every inch of you. But if what we are doing is causing you any pain, then let's stop." I was prepared to end our sessions right then.
Mother shook her head and wiped away another tear. "No, I am not about to give up what we have. I longed for someone that would make me feel the way you do. If that is wrong, then so be it. I will accept the consequences, be it in this world or the next." She then looked at me, leaned over, and kissed me as deeply as she ever had. Breaking our kiss, she whispered, "I don't care. I just want you. And the fact that you would end this for me makes me want you even more. Get your clothes off now. I need you inside me."
With those words, mother and I stripped ourselves and each other. Within a minute, we were both naked sitting in the front seat. I pulled mother close, but she broke the embrace. Whispering in my ear, she said, "It's too hot in the car. Let's get out." I was completely taken aback.
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