Bab 2824: OLD-FASHIONED MOM
When I got home from work, mom was asleep on the sofa; the house was in its usual perfect order. Only the vacuum cleaner was still out and I figured that she hadn't put it away because she got too tired. She'd gone from a stay-at-home wife to a woman with two jobs, almost overnight. It was taking its toll, but not on her body. Few would have guessed that she was in her late thirties.
She was curled up on her side with her legs pulled up, accentuating her already well-rounded butt. The shorts she always wore around the house left lots of thigh and leg showing, but when she was out of the house, she dressed conservatively. Some of the tops she wore at home showed her cleavage, and some of that cleavage was showing as her arms had pressed her breasts together. The v-neck tee shirt she was wearing was pulled tight because of how she was sleeping and I could make out a hint of her nipple even though she was wearing a bra.
I know that this isn't the way a son usually looks at his mother, but it's how I looked at mine. My fascination with her had started a long time before and I was resigned to the fact that she turned me on. No, it was more than that, because whatever little sexual contact I'd had with girls as I grew up never left my mother out of the mix. When my eyes were closed, and I was touching, or being touched, I saw her.
So my urge to run my hand over the curve of her ass, or reach in to finally feel the flesh of her inviting breast, wasn't surprising. Of course I wouldn't do it, so I was content to look, as she slept, and I stiffened.
I began to fantasize about her waking up and smiling at her son who was her lover. I would stand by her as she sat and she would put her hand on my bulge and say, "Hello darling."
I would say "Hi mom," and put my knee between her legs so she would spread them. She would sit in that inviting position as she kissed and stroked her son's cock, until wordlessly she would take me out of my pants and into her mouth. And when I was rock solid, she would take her shorts and panties off, hold her legs back from behind her knees and wait for me to enter her. And I would penetrate the pussy that would always be waiting for me, over and over, until we both came.
That was only one of my fantasies, but my reality was that even after graduating high school, I'd never gone all the way with anyone. I was starting to feel the urgency, and the pressure was building because I could look at the object of my desire every day at home.
I know that mom noticed that my jokes and comments had turned mostly sexual, because she said, "Boy your hormones are working overtime, but I guess 'tis the season' for you."
I said, "Isn't it for everyone? How about you?"
She laughed and said, "Honey! That's not something you ask your mother."
I said, "Why not, I thought we talked about everything."
She said, "Well, not everything." She dragged out the word 'Everything.'
I said, "Okay."
After a moment of thought she said, "No you're right, why not, it's nothing to be ashamed of, and we should talk about everything." She laughed, "Now what was your question?"
I said, "Well I was wondering, since dad, if you had the urge to...go out."
She said, "I think I'm getting there, but I'm not going to rush." That was mom, everything measured and correct. Some people put it down, but I always saw her as an ideal housewife, and I usually focused on the wife part. She was as traditional a mom as there could be, at least until dad was gone. She'd brought me up, cooked, taken care of the house, and sewed everything that didn't move, curtains, clothes, table runners, pillows, even lamp shades. When I was a kid I asked her to sew me a bike. That was a family joke for a long time.
Mom was so good at sewing thing that they asked her to teach a night class at the local high school. I used to pick her up three times a week. I was usually early, and they served some refreshments after class so I got to know most of her dozen students, many of whom were older women.
There was one who looked only a few years older than I was. Her name was Virginia and we gravitated to each other. She loved to laugh and she always had a joke for me. Once when she told me that she walked five miles a day I said, "You're kidding."
She said "No, if I was kidding, I'd have asked you what you do with an elephant with three balls?"
I said, "What?"
She said, "You walk him, and pitch to the rhino." I laughed and she covered her mouth to keep some of her explosive laughter inside. When I asked her if she was married she said, "I wish. Why, are you in the market, I know a girl who can sew like...," she couldn't think of anything and then said, "...the wind." I don't know why, but we both found it funny enough to have everyone looking in our direction.
For that class, mom actually put together a book of instructions and patterns, and the school published it. They sell it locally. She doesn't get much money for it, but it makes her proud. She'd always said that the only thing wrong with getting married so early was that she never got to go to college.
That's probably why she was always pushing me to go on after high school, but college wasn't where I wanted to be. Dad had been a mechanic and I learned early the insides and outsides of engines. I worked part-time all through high school because I wanted to. After dad, the extra money came in handy.
The sewing class became mom's second job. The insurance got us through, but it wouldn't last forever so mom took a job as a clerk. That was her first full time job - in her life. Even I had more experience working, but we got along financially.
And we got along in the other sense, as we always had. We liked each other. I only remember one shouting match about me staying out too late. We were both sorry afterwards and I realized that it was my fault for not calling, and making her worry.
So I was concerned about my sexual feelings for her, because I didn't want her to think badly of me, or even worse. I loved her and I didn't want her to stop loving me. But I also wanted her, and I desired her to love me in a way most mothers won't.
My first sexual contact with her was one she didn't put in that category. She was in the kitchen working at a cutting board, and I came up to see what she was making. I stood behind her and caught the smell of her powder. She never wears perfume, but the powder had a nice light fragrance. I was by her neck and on impulse, I said, "What's up? Mmm...you smell so good," and I kissed each side of her neck.
She smiled and said, "Oh, you're so sweet." She went on to tell me what she was making and I started getting hard because I knew that I had kissed her differently. I watched her from behind while she worked and stiffened even more as I looked at her ass. I turned and left because I didn't want her to see the hard-on I had for her.
It was only a few days later that what I later came to call, "The incident," happened. Both of us had a particularly bad day and she said she was feeling down, so I said, "Why don't we just get fuddled." That was the word she used for anyone who was high, drunk, or just out of their mind.
She said, "Why don't we?" So we got out a case of beer and put on some music. I turned the lights out and lit some candles. Neither of us are real drinkers, so after only a couple of bottles, we were both feeling good, and laughing.
When a slow song came on I said, "How about a dance?"
She said, "I'd love to Darlin'." I held her and after a few minutes of mostly swaying, she put her arms around my neck and settled in to my body. I'd never felt her against me for that long and it was starting to have its effect. We stayed in that position when another slow one played. I kissed the side of her neck and she said, "Mmm..." I kissed the other side and she didn't say anything. She looked at me. I looked at her. I kissed her, and after a few seconds of our lips in slightly open-mouthed contact, I touched her tongue with mine.
She pulled back and said, "Oh Darren, I'm sorry...I don't know what's come over me." She put her hand on her head and closed her eyes as she rubbed her forehead.
I said, "Don't be sorry mom, it was me, and it was something I wanted to do for a long time."
As if she didn't hear, or I didn't say it, she responded with, "I think I'd better go to bed...I just had too much to drink." As she left she said, "Goodnight baby." I said goodnight and spent another night thinking about her, and wondering if I'd done some irrevocable damage.
For the next few days we both acted as if nothing had happened, but there was an underlying uneasiness that said it had. So by the end of the week I decided I would say something. She'd been going to her room early each night, so I knocked and she told me to come in and I found her sitting on the bed reading.
I said, "Let's talk mom."
She hesitantly said, "Okay."
I said, "Mom, I don't know how this is going to come out...I thought about what I would say to you for a while, and now I can't think of one thing...so I'm just going to tell you how I feel. I love you mom."
She quickly said, "I love you too Darren."
I said, "No mom, I mean something else. Oh man...sometimes I'm not sure I live here on earth...I think things, I imagine things, that sound crazy even to me and then I think that in some way it makes sense."
Mom said, "Honey...I'm not sure what you're talking about."
I laughed. "I don't doubt that, I'm not that sure myself...I guess I'm having trouble saying the words...mom, I love you more than just 'I love you.' It's that I want you...and I love you..." I sounded like a stammering fool, but mom was getting the gist.
She said, "Darren, you mean...physically?"
I said, "Yes."
She looked at me sort of glazed over and said, "Oh...boy."
I said, "Yeah, I know."
She said, "Have I done something to make you feel this way? I mean I'm so confused at this moment I don't know...when we were dancing the other night...I thought you were getting excited, but I said to myself I was wrong, but I should have stopped anyway..."
I said, "No mom. It doesn't have anything to do with the other night; it's been...quite a while."
She said, "I know that since dad's been gone, I've leaned on you... guess I cried in your arms enough times...is that it Darren, was I too physical?"
I said, "No you didn't do anything mom."
That wasn't exactly true, because it did turn me on, every time she was up against me, and when she fell asleep on me as we sat and watched TV, and when she came home tired at night after standing for hours at work and asked me rub her legs. Yes it turned me on, but not more than my visions of her in my daydreams, and in my night dreams, where I would touch her, and she would respond, where I was a son, with a mother for a lover.
She said, "But then why would you think...?"
I said, "I know it sounds crazy, but somehow I got it into my head that maybe...you know after you were alone for so long, that maybe there would be a chance...I wanted it to be you mom, I wanted my first time to be with you....because I love you so much."
She said, "What do you mean, when you were going out with Kaylee, I thought...you weren't with her?"
I said, "We came close, but we never actually did it. I don't think I wanted it to be her. And after Kaylee, I couldn't stop thinking about you."
She pressed her heart as if it were beating heavily and said, "Oh Daren, until the other night, I never imagined...I didn't now that you felt...that way." She looked off.
I said, "How could you mom? Please don't be upset. I can't tell you how many times I wanted to tell you, or do something...I don't know...I don't even know myself how it happened. Loving you just turned into this other thing too. I know I'm not supposed to feel this way about you, but I do...I can't help it. Oh Jeez...are you horrified mom? I guess you never want to look at me again."
She turned her head and met my eyes. She said, "Of course I do. I love to look at you and I'm glad you told me, but it's taking a little time for me to process this. No baby, I'm not horrified. I know you're saying this out of love, and that's what every woman wants, but at this moment...I don't even know what to say. I think I have to sort all this out." She put her hand on my arm and said, "Don't be sorry you told me Darren, I'm glad you did. Just let me think about all this, and we can talk more tomorrow night, after I get home from work." She smiled and said, "If I can concentrate on work at all...is that okay baby?"
I said, "Sure mom, I'm just glad you don't hate me."
She kissed my cheek. "Never," she said. I left her room and wasn't sure if I was glad or not that it was out in the open.
The next night when mom got home she said, "Let's talk." We sat on the sofa and she took my hand in hers, taking a deep breath. She said, "I couldn't think about anything else all day...whatever I thought, I kept feeling that I want to be here for you, in a way that would help you. So can we talk about this so I understand it better?"
I said, "Sure mom."
She said, "Tell me about Kaylee; I thought you were close."
I said, "Mom, you've seen her enough to know. She's loud, we fight, but that's really not it. I know she would have had sex with me, she even said the words that she wanted me, but I wasn't ready to do it with her."
Mom said, "Well maybe with someone else?"
I said, "No, I just realized that that it's not just the sex. I can't explain it better than to say that when I look at you, you're the one I want to be with. I find other girls attractive, but I don't want it to be with them. I guess I love you mom."
She shook her head, "I don't know, when I was your age, all the boys I knew would have had sex with anyone...or any thing for that matter."
I said, "I know that mom, and I could have had Kaylee; I had the chance, but all I thought about was you."
She said, "Darren, you know I love you and the mother in me wants to give you what you need, but I can't really have sex with you, you know that don't you?"
I said, "I guess I don't. We're old enough; we love each other..."
She said, "I know honey, but a mother can't sleep with her son."
I said, "Why not, some do. Some don't let other people tell them what to think." She was quiet and I said, "Mom, do you like the way I look?"
She said, "I always tell you how handsome I think you are...it's not about that, it's just unrealistic."
I said, "Mom, would you read something for me?"
She said, "Okay, now?"
I said, "No, I have to print it out, maybe tomorrow." I sang the line, 'Will you still love me tomorrow?' I knew she liked that song.
She smiled, "I'll never stop loving you...no matter what you tell me." So we left it there and I spent a few hours on the computer that night, tracking down an article I'd read about some family relationships that had interviews with some mothers and sons that actually were living together. I also printed two stories. I had always liked them because they were about mothers and sons who had sex, but they did it because they were in love.
The next day was Saturday and we both had it off. I gave them to her and said, "If it's too much, or you can't handle it, you don't have to read them."
She looked at it and said, "Is this what you read?"
I said, "Sometimes. It's a couple of stories and an article about...well; you'll read it, if you can."
She said, "I'll read it." She took the papers into her bedroom.
About an hour later she came out and I couldn't tell much from her expression and I said, "Was it bad, were you able to read them?"
She said, "Honey, I'm not as fragile, or old fashioned as you think. I've read erotic stories before, even if these were a little...different. You know as far as the article goes, well I guess you can also find people for whom it didn't work out, but I will say that I was moved by those two stories. They were touching love stories. What they were willing to do for each other and the sacrifices they made to be together...I was moved."
The fact that she said that she'd read erotica before surprised me. I said, "So you liked it."
"Yes, I liked it," she said. "But that's a story, and our life is a different thing."
Her tone made feel as if I wasn't going to say anything to change her mind, so I said, "Okay, thanks for reading it."
I must have sounded defeated, because she said, "Honey, someone's going to do it for you and then you'll see this is just... an obstacle, that you'll get around. You're going to find her baby."
I said, "I already have." It almost came out as a whisper when I said, "I wanted it to be you mom...I need it to be you."
She came up to me and put her arm around my shoulder, kissed my head and said, "Oh Darren..."
I said, "I just wanted to love you. I'm sorry."
She was teary and she didn't say anything but she shook her head as if to say, 'Don't be sorry.'
I didn't see her for the rest of the day. That evening came home and said, "I was in the park all afternoon."
I said, "Oh, was it nice, I didn't go out."
She said, "Yes, it was nice. I thought about you all day, and I realized that in my heart, I'm touched that you want me that way. And even though at some point I may realize that I must be insane, I think that I want to do this for you. I know it might be a big mistake, but after everything you told me, I'm hoping it's the right thing to do." She took a deep breath and said, "Honey, I'll be your first...I'm proud that you want it to be me."
I don't know if the shock I felt showed on my face but all I managed to say was, "Oh...wow...mom..."
She said, "Give me a few minutes," and she went into her room and closed the door. I think I could have come right at that minute.
I heard the shower going for a while and after the longest twenty minutes of my life, I knocked gently on her door and said, "Mom...?"
She said, "Give me a few more minutes honey."
I said, "Okay," and stood by the door with my whole body vibrating.
Finally she called through the door, "Come in."
I walked in and a light mix of talc and scented soap floated by as I saw her sitting up on the bed smiling. She had a sheer black cover-up on that revealed matching bra and panties. She said, "I thought I'd never wear this again."
I said, "I'm glad you did...you look unbelievable mom."
She said, "Thank you baby," and reached her hand out as I stood frozen in the doorway.
I walked up and took her hand. I couldn't hide my nervousness. I said, "Mom..." but had no words to finish the sentence.
She said, "It's okay sweetheart." My heart pounded as I sat by her on the bed. On impulse or nervous embarrassment, I rested my head on her chest. She put her hand on my face and said, "I love you, and you love me, and that's all that matters...this is just another way we're going to say it."
I relaxed and kissed her neck and then the top of her breasts. She opened the cover-up and my lips rested on the bare skin above her bra. I inhaled the fragrance of her breasts as I kissed them, not sure where to touch or what to do. Mom reached back, unhooked and took off her bra. That was when the reality of it all hit me. I was about to have sex with my mother.
She said, "Let's get you out of those clothes," and together we got me down to my briefs. There was no hiding the bulge. Mom smiled and put her hand over it and said, "I don't know why, but I guess you really do feel that way about me."
I said, "I do mom." Her hand on me coated my body with a shiver of electricity, and I said, "OH...mom."
I kissed her neck and she said, "I want you to know that while I was thinking about this today, it made me feel good that you want me. It's something I haven't felt in a while."
She kissed me and I placed my palm on her stomach and then moved it up. Her tits were more than a handful and the nipple was plump. I touched her and she leaned back as I took the tip between my lips. I drew it in and she said, "That feels nice baby." I might have sucked her tits all tits all night if she didn't urge me up to kiss her again. It was the longest kiss of my life. Her tongue played with mine and my excitement grew faster than her hand moved as she held my bulge. When she stopped the kiss, she put a thumb in my waistband and said, "I think it's time to get out of these."
She took off her panties and we were both naked. I couldn't help but stare at her pussy. The folds were slightly opened into a pink flower and there was a small patch of fur above. I said, "You're so pretty mom."
She took hold of my shaft and said, "You're so pretty too."
I realized that my mother had thought the whole thing through when she reached behind the lamp and brought out a small box of condoms. She said, "I'm glad I found these. I want this to be a wonderful experience for you baby, and I want you to be inside me and feel what it's really like to be one with somebody else, but you can't come inside me, you know that, right?"
I said, "I know mom."
She said, "Okay, so you can be inside me for a little and then we'll put this on, okay?"
I said, "Okay mom."
I have to admit that there was some disappointment in the way it was going. I had imagined this overwhelming passion where everything gets out of control, but mom was very deliberate. Still, it didn't keep me from having a solid rod for a cock because looking at her was so different from fantasizing about her. When I had imagined her, it was almost like someone who looked like her. Now there was no doubt about what I was seeing. Those were my mother's tits and my mother's pussy and she was ready to let me have her.
She smiled and opened her legs. She said, "Come love." I approached her and she took my cock in her hand. She said, "You're not going to come are you baby?"
I said, "No mom," and she raised herself so I felt my crown on her folds. I pushed in and I said, "Oh God," as I realized that I was inside my mother's pussy. My mother's flesh was wrapped around mine and I went to another place.
I stroked in and out a few times and mom said, "Yes baby, that's good."
I said, "I love you mom, I love you."
She said, "Yes baby yes," and I felt her hand stroking my back. I penetrated deeper inside her and I said, "OHH," as I felt her hips respond. I was losing myself in the feelings of what my mother's pussy was doing to me when she urged me out of her. I thought she was going end it all.
She said, "That was good baby," and she took the condom out and put it on me. She then said, "Now we can relax."
She positioned herself to receive me and I pushed on one of her thighs causing her leg to spread her pussy wide open. I watched the fiercest hard-on I'd ever had split her folds and enter the warmth of her welcoming channel. I buried myself inside her and pressed in to the end of her. She said, "Ahhh...that's right baby." And even though it wasn't the same as bare flesh on bare flesh, it was better than anything else I'd experienced.
I flexed my hips to move myself inside her. I wasn't sure about what I was doing and I said, "Is it okay mom?"
She opened her eyes and said, "Yes darling, you're doing fine, it feels good, just enjoy it honey."
I guess I was expecting mom to feel as excited as I was feeling, and I said, "What else should I do mom?"
She laughed a little and held me inside her. She said, "Don't worry so much, do whatever you feel like doing and it'll be the right thing...have fun."
I smiled and said, "Okay."
She said, "Give your momma a kiss."
I kissed her and stayed kissing her as I began to find a rhythm that we both fell into. I stopped thinking and just moved inside my mother's pussy. She said, "Yes sweetheart, that's good, just like that." I don't think I knew what love was until I felt what my mother was giving me as we kissed and I moved inside her. There was only love at that moment.
She put one leg around me and I pressed into her pussy as deep as I could. She gave a little moan into my mouth. After a few strokes she lifted her legs onto my shoulders and broke the kiss to say, "Yes darling that's good, you're doing it very well."
Her position opened her pussy to allow for the deepest penetration up to then. I put my hands down and started to pump. From the sounds I was making, I guess she knew I was about to climax because she said, "Yes, yes, come baby, come."
I let out a long "OHHhhh MOM..." and it felt as if the cum rocketed out of me.
After releasing four or five streams as I called to her, I was able to open my eyes and see her smiling as she said, "Yes, yes baby, yes..." It all felt so good and only the realization that my mother hadn't had an orgasm took the edge off it.
Mom kissed me and said, "I love you sweetheart, and now you know how much, don't you."
It wasn't a question, and I said, "Yes mom." I went into the bathroom before the condom slipped off and she went in after I came out, wearing only the cover-up which didn't cover up much.
When she came out, she looked at the expression on my face and said, "What's the matter, didn't it feel good baby, are you disappointed?"
I said, "It was great mom, but I wanted you to come too."
She laughed, "The women are going to love you. This was for you honey."
"I wanted it to be for us," I said.
She sat back on the bed. "You're serious." She touched my face and I let my fingers trace one of her nipples that showed through the sheer material. "You are going to be a generous lover," she said. "Okay baby." She rested back on the pillow and opened her legs. She moved the negligee aside and pulled up on her folds which exposed her clit. "Kiss me here," she said.
What she really meant was, 'Lick me here, tongue me here, lap me here, and suck me here.' I did it all, exactly the way she told me to do it. And after about ten minutes of instruction and urging and prodding, mom stopped talking. I circled the swollen nub both ways and when I drew the slick thickened flesh between my lips and into my mouth, her body, her breath and her voice all changed at once. There was one long, "OHhhhhh..." that started high pitched and slowly worked its way down the scale until it trailed off into a sigh. She said, "Mmmm..." and then she laughed. She said, "Well I hope you're satisfied, because I am." She sat up to kiss me and said, "Thank you baby for caring about me. That was lovely." Okay, it wasn't the screaming orgasm of my fantasy, but she came, and it was real, and I felt good.
After kissing me for a few minutes, I was getting ready to go again, but she said, "Okay baby, lets get something to eat, I'm starved." I put my pants on and mom put on an old bathrobe and we had some cold chicken and salad. Mom talked about everything except what we had just done, but that was all I could think about, and I really wanted another shot at it. I got up and walked behind her. I kissed her neck and slid my hand inside her robe and began to fondle her warm tit. She put her hand on mine and said, "Oh honey, I have to get up for work, you have to let your momma get some sleep baby. You go to bed now and I'll see you in the morning."
In my room, idly stroking the hard-on my mother had left me with, I knew that what had happened was the most exciting thing in my young life. I'd had my fantasy come true...sort of. I should have been happy, satisfied, elated. But, but, but, mom didn't come when I was inside her, and when she did, it was nothing like I expected, and when I wanted to go again, she didn't. The conflicting emotions made me lose the urge to finish, and I fell asleep not knowing exactly how I felt.
The next morning, she was gone before I got up and all I could think about all day was getting back in the sack with her. When she finally came home, I greeted her with an enthusiastic kiss, but she wasn't kissing me back, she was just letting me kiss her.
Before I could ask her what was wrong she said, "Honey, I thought you understood. What happened last night wasn't something we can keep on doing. Come sit down."
We sat on the sofa and she held my hands in hers. She said, "A few things...you wanted me to be your first, and I was flattered, and I wanted to do it for you, and it was lovely, but sweetheart, to go any deeper into this just wouldn't make any sense."
I said, "Why not, I love you."
She said, "I love you too, but that's not the question. You're a man, but you're also a boy."
She must have seen the expression on my face because she quickly said, "No, that's a good thing, you still have be a boy for a while and experiment, and enjoy it. Sweetheart you're half my age and we're in different stages of our lives and..." She laughed and said, "Right now you might not believe it, but there is more than sex to it all." She took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. Then she opened her hands as if to say 'What? What could you be thinking; where could this be going?' The words she said one by one were, "Honey, I'm your mother."
My brilliant petulant response was, "I don't care."
She said, "Listen; there's something else I've been waiting to talk to you about. You asked me about my going out and it's been a while since dad...and there's this guy at work, Richard, you know, he's the manager I talk about, and we've been having coffee, and taking lunch together, and talking, and he's asked me out a few times. I told him I needed a little more time, but now I think I'm ready. And all this made me realize even more that I'm ready, so thank you for a making me feel like I'd like to be involved again."
'Great,' I thought. 'Just what I was hoping, now she wants to sleep with other people, but not me.' I didn't say anything, but I gave her my best sullen look. She smiled and said, "Aww...don't feel like that." She put her arm around my neck and kissed my forehead and said, "What we had was lovely, and you'll soon you'll realize that it was all it could be, you'll go out with a lot of girls and find the right one."
There was that "Lovely," again. I didn't want it to be lovely; I wanted it to be devastating, overwhelming, passionate beyond control. Lovely...fuck.
But she was right to some degree. I did start going out more. The first one was Virginia, from mom's sewing class. At least she was interested in me. I knew she was older, she didn't look it, but she was six years older as it turned out. It didn't matter to either of us. The nice part was her enthusiasm. I took her number from mom's class roster, and when I called her, she was all bubbles. "Oh Darren I'm so glad you called, it's so nice of you, this is a wonderful surprise." And when I asked her out she said, "Yes, yes, of course, I'd love to." That kind of thing is infectious and made me feel good.
What a sweet girl. She wasn't going to win any beauty contests, but she was cute in a 'Girl next door' way, and had a nice shape. You know when you first go to class at the beginning of a school year, and you check out the candidates of the opposite sex? Well, she's the one that you don't know is in the class until the last day when she comes up to you and shakes your hand and says, "Have a nice summer."
But it was nice being with her, because good feelings and compliments are a soothing balm, and on the first date I knew that I would be sleeping with her, and soon. I still waited on her timetable and I was pretty sure it could happen on the third date, but I waited until the fourth to be sure. And sure enough when I asked her to come home with me instead of going to the movies, she looked me in the eyes and said without any coyness, "Oh I'd love to Darren."
I knew that mom was out with that Richard guy, so we had the house to ourselves. We made out for quite a while and she was an enthusiastic kisser. She was a bit shy when I undressed her. I took off her bra and noticed that her tits were bigger than mom's, but didn't have as nice a shape. When I took off her panties, I noticed that she had left more hair on her pussy, and had less of mom's soft folds. I guess it was inevitable that I would compare her to my mother.
When we were naked and she was on the bed waiting for me, I guess I surprised her when I kissed down her flat belly and ended up kissing over her clit. Her wonder was registered with a loud, "OH!" As I licked her hood off her clit, she began thrashing and her "OH," became louder, and more of them came closer together. I couldn't have been sucking on her clit for more than three or four minutes when her hips went up. She grabbed my hair, and she practically screamed, "DARREN... OH, OH, OHH, OHHHH...OHHHOHHHHHHhhhh..." She seemed vibrate as her body stiffened.
She was almost whimpering when I came up to hold her and kiss her after she had finished. I said, "Lovely Linda."
She said, "Oh Darren, nobody ever did that for me before." She exhaled "Ohh..." and then she gave a small laugh and said, "You probably know by now that even though I'm a little older than you, I'm not as experienced. You're only the second man I've gone to bed with." My thought was, 'She said, "Man," did you hear that mom?' I didn't enlighten her that it was also only the second time for her 'Experienced' partner. She said, "Is it okay that I don't know so much, I hope I'm enough for you."
I actually got emotional because she was so sweet and unassuming. I said, "You're wonderful, and we'll learn together." She kissed me hard and she took my cock in her hand rubbing me stiff and erect.
She said, "I want you inside me." I assumed she wasn't protected and I also wasn't about to take chances, so I got one of mom's condoms that I'd left in my night table. I put it on and entered Linda. If her reaction was any indication, she didn't need the lubrication that was on the condom. She said, "Oh that's good Darren, oh that's good, OH that's good..." I moved inside steadily and with complete control. It felt...lovely. And I knew that I would never love Linda.
That doesn't mean that the sex wasn't fun. She responded with excitement and I was confident enough to try a few different positions with her. She thought it was my experience, but it was, as mom had rightly said, experimenting. And I was able to make Linda come, a few times. After that first night she told me that one of the reasons she'd had so little sex was that it was so bad her first time. She said, "Thank you for making it good for me." She kissed me and said, "I think I'm falling in love with you."
I wasn't ready for that. My first thought was, 'Don't do that Linda, I won't love you back.' What I said was, "You're so sweet."
We got dressed and went to the kitchen where we talked for quite a while having a beer and chips. She told me how much she enjoyed my mother's class and the things she'd made for the church bazaar. She was an assistant teacher in the elementary school and seemed content. All that was missing was a husband and the kids. In a way, I was sorry it couldn't be me.
While we sat, Mom and Richard came in. She was surprised to see us together, because I hadn't told her I was seeing Linda. When I got up to take Linda home, I sort of steered Richard into leaving too, not that I could control anything in the long run, but I didn't want to think of him fondling, or fucking my mother while I was out of the house.
When I got back, mom said, "How long ...you and Linda?" I told her and she said, "That's great, she's a little old for you, but I'm so happy you're out there and dating, and hopefully having fun."
I said, "A little old...after...?" I pointed to her and me and made a funny face. She laughed and said, "That was different. Anyway, I'm glad; sow your wild oats my boy."
I said, "What about you and Richard?"
She said, "Well, I think I like him, we get along great and I think he's a little serious about me, which I also like. He's helped me a lot at work, and he could be a good friend...or maybe more."
"So, you're going to sleep with him?" I asked.
She said, "Darren. A lady never tells, and a gentleman doesn't ask." She laughed and kissed my cheek and went off to bed.
After some more dates with Linda, after which we had sex each time, I knew she was getting the wrong idea because she began asking why I didn't want to stay over at her place, maybe for a weekend. I didn't want to get to the place where she asks me where the relationship is going, so I said, "Linda, you know I like you very much, but I'm not looking for anything serious right now."
She became a little defensive and said, "I didn't say anything did I? I didn't ask you not to see anybody else did I?" She had an anxious look and said, "Are you breaking up with me?"
I said, "No, I just want you know that I'm not thinking about anything permanent. You said that you'd like to get married and have kids."
She said, "I just meant someday."
I said, "I know that sweet girl, but I don't think it's fair if I let you believe that's what I'm looking for. I just want you to know."
She said, "Do you love me?"
I wasn't hard-hearted enough to say the words that waited to leap from my lips, so I said, "I don't know."
I knew she understood, so I was surprised by her response. Her eyes filled but the tears didn't fall and she said, "I don't care; it's okay. I still want to be with you."
Of course it wasn't okay. We went out for a few more months and she accepted that I would never be what she wanted me to be. When we parted she cried and said, "Is it okay if I think of you as my first?"
I smiled and said, "I would be proud. You'll always be special to me." We kissed, and five months later, mom told me that Virginia was getting married.
During that five month's, I spent most of the time getting it on with Kaylee. We broke up and got back together every month or so because I couldn't get used to how coarse she was; the polar opposite of Linda. But the sex? OH. YES. She could go all night, every night. But as with Linda, I knew I would never love her, and I needed some of that. So we broke up for the last time, and stayed broken.
Meanwhile mom and Richard saw more of each other and she spent some nights over his house. Even though nothing was going on between mom and me, it still irked me that she was sleeping with him. I would have liked to hate him, but he really wasn't a bad guy.
Mom and I talked less and I never told her what was going on. So when she told me that that she might be serious about Richard, I said, "How serious?"
She said, "Well serious enough that he hinted about marriage -- not I'm ready to say yes."
Just the thought of her getting married set me off and I said, "Oh, well I might be getting married too. Kaylee and I are thinking about a wedding in the spring."
What a stupid thing to say, mom was right, I was still a boy. What did I think, she was going to say, 'Oh no, don't do it, be with me.' What she did say was, "That's great Darren, I'm so happy for you." And she was happy, for a few seconds.
I made light of it right away and said, "C'mon mom, I was just joking, I'm not getting married, I'm not even seeing Kaylee anymore."
She said, "Oh, I'm sorry."
I said, "Don't be. You were right when you told me that there has to be more than sex...well anyway, I want more." She gave me such a compassionate smile that I said, "I want what I had when I was with you."
That was the first mention in months of what we had shared. She didn't say anything. She held my arms and kissed each of my eyes and then my forehead. Then she said, "That's a beautiful thing to say to me. I know you're going to find it."
During the following months, even though I was seeing a few different women, I thought of mom more. Kaylee turned out to be good for my love life in more than one way. Mom said that a lady never tells, well Kaylee was no lady and she did tell. I guess she gave me a good review because a couple of her friends called me.
Two of them were sisters and I ended in a weird, or kinky, situation with them, depending on your definition. We didn't all sleep together, but it almost felt that way. The sisters, Lorraine and Donna, must have had a strange relationship because they didn't mind going out with the same guy. In fact I found out later that I wasn't the first guy they'd both had. I don't think it was a competitive thing because whenever they asked about what I did with other one, it sounded more like they were sharing than being jealous. I would have loved to hear the conversations they had with each other, but it never happened. And it didn't last long. It wasn't what I was looking for.
Even when I did get more involved with someone, I couldn't get my mother out of my mind, especially when I was in bed with them. The most positive thing in my life at that time was work. Most of the mechanics were fairly inexperienced and I seemed to be the one they came to with engine problems. They gave me a raise and the manager told me not to be like most of the guys who left after a few months for more money somewhere else, because I had a good chance to advance and make some serious bucks with them.
On the personal side, I was going out more and enjoying it less. I didn't seem to want to see anyone for more than a couple of months. A few weekends in a row I didn't go out at all and mom noticed. She was getting ready for a date with Richard, and she said, "Darren, how come no date on a Saturday night?"
I said, "Didn't feel like it."
Her hair was up, she was all made up, she was putting on her heels and her legs looked great. I was turned on. I said, "You look great, no, you look even better than that."
She said, "Thank you baby," and adjusted the dress which showed enough of her cleavage to be sexy without overdoing it.
I sort of snapped and sat by her and said, "Mom, I love you so much it hurts me." She looked astonished and before she could say anything, I began kissing her. She kissed me back and stayed kissing me. I was the one who broke it to say, "I need you mom, I ache for you, I don't want anyone else."
She said, "Oh honey..."
I said, "Do you know how bad it is? When I'm with someone, and we have sex, when I come, I'm thinking of you."
She seemed overwhelmed. She said, "Baby let's talk about this later...I have to go..."
I said, "No mom, you have to stay." I kissed her again and this time I didn't break the kiss. It was hot and wet and full of the passion I'd missed with all the others. I touched her breasts and she touched my cock, tracing the outline of my hard-on with her fingers. She took me out of my pants and I was straining stiff. She looked at me for a moment with an expression that I couldn't read, and then she looked at my cock and took the shaft in her hand. She looked at me again and I didn't know what to say. She bent over and took the head in her mouth. She sucked a little and then stopped.
She said, "Is this what you want me to do?"
There aren't many guys who know more than one answer to that question. But she was my mother, and I loved her, and even though I wanted her at that moment more than I ever wanted anything, I really didn't want her to do anything she didn't want to. So I said, "Mom, if you're uncomfortable, I'm sorry, let's just stop."
She said, "No baby, I'm not uncomfortable...that's the difficult part." She took me back in her mouth and I watched as my mother sucked me. She had taught me how to go down on her, so I shouldn't have been surprised that she knew how to go down on me, but I was. Probably because I still had thoughts of her as the mom I knew when I was young. But that wasn't how she sucked me.
She stayed on the head a while, teasing it and sucking it and eating it. She moved down the shaft taking more of me into the wet warmth. Then her hand worked on the base of my cock as her lips and tongue and mouth did the top. She took more of my shaft in her mouth until she reached her fingers. Then she went back to the head and stroked me with her fist. I said, "Oh mom, you're doing it so good...oh mom, mom..."
I was watching the most beautiful sight of my mother sucking my cock. I realized how lucky I was. I knew that she was loving me beyond what any traditional mom could. I moaned and she opened her eyes and looked up at me. She stopped and said, "Why aren't your eyes closed baby, isn't it good?"
I said, "Mom, whenever I was with someone else, I closed my eyes so I could see you. Now I'm watching the person I always wanted to do this with."
She said, "Oh sweetheart..." and she went back to sucking me. She started pumping me faster and sucking more aggressively and just when I thought I was about to come, she didn't let me. She knew when to slow and keep me from going over. The third time she took me up, all I could think was, 'Please mom let me come, let me come in your beautiful mouth...' She kept sucking and stroking and then nothing could stop me from coming. I warned her just before I exploded. I said, "MOM, I'M COMING," as the first thick string of cum fired off into her mouth. And for once I didn't have to think about someone else because I could come thinking of my mother, who had me in her mouth.
The fact that I had warned her didn't matter. She kept me in her mouth as I let go. I didn't realize it at that moment, because all I could concentrate on was coming. I said. "OH MOM YES, YES, OHHhhh God, YES, Yes, yes, yes..." And then I almost cried out the long "AHHHhhhhh...," as the second wave of the orgasm hit me, and that unexpected intensity came back again as I continued to release. It was probably because she was still sucking that it happened.
I knew when I was finished what she had done, because there wasn't very much cum on me after a long hard orgasm, which meant that my mother had swallowed most of it. I was beyond amazement after I recovered and I became almost manic. I said, "Mom I love you so much, I love you, I love you."
I didn't wait for her any response or reaction. I went down in front of her and pushed her dress up. She said, "Darren..." as I pulled her panties off. She could have made that difficult for me, but she didn't. I smelled her fragrance and pushed her thighs apart. Somewhere it registered how sexy she was in nylons, but I was too intent on going down on her to let it become conscious.
I did all the things she had taught me, and all the things I had learned to do with every woman I'd brought off since then. I stayed over her hood without exposing her clit long enough taste the moisture that seeped from between her folds. The noises she was trying keep between her lips betrayed her excitement. When I licked onto the slick clit, mom said, "Ohhh...Darren...love..."
I used the tip of my tongue to lift the juice that had formed in her opening and added it to the already wet nub. I licked her pussy from top to bottom and back again, and mom said, "Yes baby, do that, do that." By the time I settled on her swollen flesh, it had become so sensitive that she made open mouthed sighs each time I pressed or sucked on it. I loved hearing the short anxious sounding, "Ahh...Ahh...Ahh..." as she approached the edge of her orgasm.
When it came, it was as least as powerful as any I'd seen from my other lovers. Mom called, "DARREN..." loud and clear. She didn't have to tell me that she was coming. The high pitched, "OHHHHhhhhh..." that she let out was only vaguely reminiscent of the first time I heard her come. This sound came from a much deeper place, from the place you can't control. It went on for a long time as she came, and I could feel myself smile as I sucked her, because her pleasure was clear, audible and unmistakable. She said, "Darren, Darren, Darren...oh God... ohhhh...God...." I'd never had so much pleasure giving someone pleasure. And for me it was wondrous because I had gotten that feeling while eating my mother's pussy.
Mom sighed, and then it got quiet. As I went up and sat next to her, she put her head on my shoulder, and then I heard her sniffling.
I was surprised and had no idea why she was crying. I said, "Mom, what, didn't you want me to...?" She sniffled a few more times and I said, "I'm sorry mom..."
She said, "No baby, it's not you...please, just give me a minute." She sat up and took a deep breath and then stood while raising her hand as if to say, 'Just wait.' She went to the phone and made a call. I heard her say, "Hi Richard...well no, I'm not feeling well...I'm sorry to call you so late, are you at the restaurant yet...okay good...then we'll do it another time...thanks...bye."
I said, "Mom..."
She said, "Honey, I need to go to bed..."
I said again, "Mom, I'm sorry."
She said, "Sweetheart, you didn't do anything wrong...it was beautiful...but I need to be alone right now, okay?"
I said okay and she gave me a quick kiss on the lips and went to her room.
Sunday morning came slow because I spent so much time thinking about what had happened the night before, and trying to decide what I should say or do. I ended up in the same place as I started. When I got up she was dressed. She didn't jump into my arms and say let's go to bed, which was at the best end of my hopes, nor did she seem angry or sad. She did smile at me and say, "Honey I didn't want to leave before you got up, but I have a few things to do and I may walk a bit in the park afterwards, so I'll see you later this afternoon or evening."
It didn't seem the time to ask any of the 'who', 'what' or 'where' questions, so I just said, "Okay mom." She kissed my cheek and left. So I spent the day in front of the TV and had even less of an idea what was going on than I did before.
That night when she came home she was quiet and I had decided to apologize, so I said, "Mom, I'm sorry I made you do that, I only..."
She broke in and said, "No honey, please don't misunderstand, I didn't do anything I didn't want to do, and you didn't do anything I didn't want you to." She raised her eyebrows with a small smile and said, "I guess you've been practicing." No baby, just know that I love you, but I need to sort some things out...I'm feeling overwhelmed. But I do want you to know that I saw Richard today."
I said, "Oh."
She said, "I told him that liked him very much, but I didn't think I was ready to be serious, so I'd like to step back a bit."
I asked how he took it and mom said, "I guess he understood, I think he was somewhat disappointed, but I realized that it really wasn't going to work."
I said, "Why not mom?"
She said, "Well...you know I always say that it's more than just sex that's important in a relationship, and I really do believe it, but it does play a part...anyway, why am I telling you about it...you don't need to hear all this."
I said, "C'mon mom, just tell me."
She said, "Well, I guess after all we've shared, we can talk about it. Anyway, we had sex a couple of times and let's just say it was less than satisfactory, and that's all I want to say about it."
I laughed, "Okay mom."
She said, "I have some sick days coming and I thought I'd go see Sylvie for a four day weekend, you'll manage won't you?" Sylvia is mom's half-sister and just about our only relative.
I laughed, "Don't worry, I won't starve."
I knew that mom didn't like to drive long distances so I said, "I'll drive you to the bus." She thanked me. When I took her, she was unusually quiet and pensive. I felt as if opening the subject of 'Us' would be the wrong thing at that moment, so I just shut up.
The bus trip would be about four hours and even though I was sure she had a book with her, as she always did, I gave her the four magazines I'd bought the day before. She kissed me and said, "You're the best." On the inside cover of each magazine I'd written things like, 'Hi mom,' and 'Have fun,' for her to find as she read them.
She got there on Thursday and called on Saturday night. I said, "How's it going?"
She said, "Good baby; I miss you."
I said, "Me too mom, especially at dinnertime."
She laughed, "Did you finish the casserole I left?"
I said, "All gone, like a good boy."
She said wistfully, "You are my good boy."
I said, "What are doing, hot time on the town tonight?"
She laughed, "Yeah right. You know Sylvie, she's more of a stick in the mud than I am, but I love her and she's great to talk to. Things are a lot clearer to me."
I was surprised. I said, "Did you tell her about us?"
Mom said, "Are you on something? That's not something I would talk about with anyone. I have trouble talking to myself about it. No, but just talking in general was helpful." She stopped and then said, "It's good to hear your voice baby..."
She said it in a way that invited intimacy and I said, "You know I love you mom, don't you."
She said, "Yes baby, I know it, and it makes it all so difficult for me to get a handle on all this. Your love is so strong and what you want is so...I don't know if I'm getting swept up in it. I didn't plan on talking about this on the phone, but maybe it's easier, because when I see you...I don't know. I'm not sure where this can go, or where you want to go, or what makes sense..."
I said, "If I told you where I want to go with it you'd really freak."
She took a breath and said, "Tell me anyway."
"I'll tell the kind of thoughts I have," I said. "If I could have any lover, it would be you. If I could have any wife, it would be you. If I could have a baby with anyone, it would be you."
She said, "Oh God honey..." I could hear the emotion in her voice and then a sniffle." She said, "That you love me like that is unbelievable." She made a kind of crying-laughing sound and said, "You're right, it scares the hell out of me, but the thought that you would want me to have your baby, is so beautiful...it breaks my heart. She took a stuttering breath in and said, "If only so many things were different...oh, hi."
Her tone had changed and I heard Sylvie's voice in the background say that if it was me on the phone she'd say hello. So Sylvie got on and we talked for a few minutes and mom got back on and said, "I'll be in at 6:30 tomorrow night, can you pick me up?"
I said, "Sure mom."
When she got in, she went to bed early and I didn't see her until the following night. When I got home I could see that something was wrong. Before I got two steps into the house she said, "I got fired."
I said, "What happened, was it Richard?"
She said, "No, no, there were cutbacks and they laid off twenty per cent at all the stores; I just didn't have enough seniority."
I said, "Don't worry, you'll find something, meanwhile you worked enough to get unemployment, didn't you?"
She said, "Yes, I guess so."
I said, "It'll be fine. You know I'm gonna tell them at the shop that I want a raise."
She said, "Oh honey, don't do anything that could get you in trouble."
I said, "I do good work there and other shops pay more. No guts, no glory, I'm asking."
She said, "Well if you're sure. You know maybe I'll take a walk and try to calm myself down. Do you mind waiting for dinner?"
I said, "That's fine."
That's when the second part of the double whammy of mom's day hit. About a minute after she left I heard a knock at the door. I opened it and she was on the floor fighting back tears. She said, "I fell on the stairs."
I helped her up and she couldn't put any weight on her right foot. I could see it starting to swell already. I said, "Let's go to the emergency room." She usually avoids doctors but she didn't protest, so I knew it was bad. I tried to put an ice pack on it before we left, but it was too tender, so I carried her to the car which was in the driveway.
All in all it was about three hours to finally find out that her ankle wasn't broken, but badly sprained. They gave her a removable splint, crutches, and some pain-killers and we went home. I warmed up some soup and leftovers and when we sat to eat she started crying. She said, "Everything's a mess, I can't look for work like this, DAMN IT ALL TO HELL..." That was the worst thing she could say? I almost laughed because she never cursed, the word fuck never passed her lips, at least I never heard it.
I took her hand and said, "Listen mom, it's not as big a deal as you're making it. In a week you'll be up and around. You don't need to find work for a while. I'm here, and I'm going to take care you, so don't worry."
She gave me a quick kiss on the lips and said, "Thanks baby." The next day when I came home from work, she was very uncomfortable. When I asked what was wrong she said it was her legs and calves as much as the ankle that was bothering her. She'd been getting used to the crutches and trying to do the exercises they'd given her. I said, "When was the last time you took a pill?"
She said, "This morning."
I said, "You can take one every four hours, I'll get it for you. "
She said, "I don't want to get too used to it."
I said, "You need it. That's when you take it." I gave it to her and told her to lie on the sofa. She was on her stomach and I began massaging her legs. She said, "Oh that feels lovely." I pushed my thumbs down her calf muscle and she made the noise of pain that feels good. When she was relaxed I moved up to the back of her thighs, right up to where they met her butt. She was wearing light silky shorts that pushed up easily as I massaged. My hands easily slipped under them and her panties to reach her ass.
She only gave a breathy sigh as I kneaded the muscles of her ass. I wasn't doing it sexually; although that's probably not accurate since it was giving me a hard-on. I told her to turn over after a few minutes and I rubbed her legs and thighs. When I lightly stroked the insides of her thighs she flinched a little. By then it was definitely getting sexual for me. I said, "Mom, let me make you feel good."
Her eyes were closed and she was almost sleepy from the massage. She didn't say anything and I pushed up one side of the loose material exposing her panties. I kissed over where her clit was and she said, "Oh Darren."
I kept kissing and pressed my lips on her pussy. I feel some moisture seeping through. She said, "Honey, please just come up here and hold me." I did and she fell asleep in my arms. My hard-on didn't subside, feeling her body against mine, but I was happy that she was resting.
The following nights, we played cards and talked, and I massaged her legs for her and she didn't say anything when I sometimes stroked over the rest of her, for me. It did take mom about ten days to be able to get around, but after that she healed fast and started looking for a job. About a week later she found one as a hostess and waitress at a nice restaurant not far from home. She said, "I'm pretty sure that I'll make more than I did at the store. They told me that they'd give me the uniform for waiting on tables, but I have to buy some dresses for the hostess part of the job. I hate to ask because I know that you don't love shopping, but would you go with me and help me pick out a few?"
I said, "Sure," and when we went, my usual feeling about shopping disappeared when I saw mom trying on dresses wearing stockings and heels. No one was in the room, so half the time she came to get something I was holding, she was only in her bra and panties. I guess sometimes shopping can be an elevating experience.
When we got home she said, "I want to tell you something."
I said, "I want to tell you something too, but you first."
She said, "You've been so wonderful through all this. You really did take care of me, staying with me every night. You made me feel as if I didn't have to do it all alone, so thank you baby."
I said, "I like staying with you; there's nothing to thank me for. I was going to save this until your birthday on Friday, but I'll just tell you. I got the raise to what the top mechanics are making," Then I laughed and told her that the owner came to me and said, that if I told anyone how much he'd given me, he'd take back the raise. I said, "See, you have to go for it mom."
She said, "That's sort of what Sylvie was telling me. I told her I was seeing a 'Younger man' and I told her all the reasons why it wouldn't work, and she said that I was right, that it might not work, but if there was a chance, I'd be sorrier if I never tried."
I said, "Right on Sylvie, I'm with you." I got excited and said, "I know it wasn't that good the first time mom, but wasn't it better the second time we were together?"
She said, "Yes...but you're wrong if you think it wasn't good for me the first time. What really happened was that it felt so good, I got scared." She looked down and said, "You were inside me and it felt perfect, physically, you couldn't be better for me. And you love me, and I love you, and I panicked. I kept myself from feeling, and I kept myself from letting go. And now that I'm letting myself think that maybe...but how can we get over the age difference, how do we get over where we are in life, and how do we get over the fact that we're...family."
I said, "Mom I don't know all the answers, but maybe there's nothing to get over. Maybe we just love each other and see what happens, like everything else. Yesterday you had a job, today you don't, yesterday you had nobody to share your life with, and today you do.
She said, "It sounds so good when you say it like that...you're really not a boy anymore are you sweetheart?"
I kissed her and she kissed me back in the way that told me that she would be mine, at least for that night. She said, "Come to my room baby."
I said, "Okay, let me get the condoms."
She said, "You don't need them honey, I'm protected."
I said, "Oh, you did it for Richard."
She said, "No, we were never together that way. I did it for you, I thought there was a chance...and I wanted it to be the best it could be, for both of us."
We went to the bedroom and mom quickly stripped as did I. I looked at the curve of her alabaster skin as she stood in her heels with her back to me. When she turned the sight of her pussy sent hot and cold emotions through me. She had shaved and it looked beautiful. She saw me staring and said, "I wanted everything to be new for us." I told her I loved it and took one of her breasts in my hand and bent to suck on the nipple. She said, "Easy baby, they're a little sore; I think I'm getting my period." I could tell that her tits were swollen so I held them gently, but I still sucked on each nipple until it plumped and pinked. We stood as we kissed and I felt her warm skin contacting me, her tits on my chest, her thighs against me, her hands on me, and her lips locked on mine. I put my hand on her soft, bare pussy and told her, "This is where I belong mom." I put my fingers lightly into the vent.
She said, "Yes baby, I know. I'm always thinking about the first time you were inside me. For those few minutes, I felt like we were one. Make me feel it again baby."
I could feel the heat of her passion and I said, "Yes mom I will," and put my wet fingers on her clit. Her moan was almost a cry as I moved her to the bed.
When her legs were opened she spread her pussy lips and I heard the anticipation in the way she said, "Oh...oh...oh..." waiting for me to enter her. My thickness spread her pussy and she didn't need any lubrication. The fit was as perfect as she said, and I pushed in to complete her. When I had fully penetrated her, she held me inside her and said, "Yes, there love, we're together now, yes, yes." The pleasure I felt was also coming from hers.
Her hands released me and she started to move and I did also. She said, "That's so good baby, love me like that, like that." We moved in a rhythm I dictated, with long, deep insertions that ended with us grinding at each other when we were fully connected.
I was stroking into my mother's pussy. My bare flesh was inside hers. And when she told me that she was on fire, I could feel the heat coming off her. It was the physical joining I had spent so much time wishing for and waiting for. But it was more than that. Mom and I were more connected than just physical lovers, and it was because we were mother and son.
She wrapped her legs around my back and I could feel any hesitance dissipate. She held me to her and said, "Ohhh...you're my darling boy...my sweet man." And I felt all the brainwashing that society inflicts on us fade as she moved on my cock and said, "I love you son." And at least for that moment she was saying that it was right that we were together, no matter what anyone in the world might think, and that she wasn't ashamed to be a mother who was making love to her son.
That moment was even better than fucking. Well, I guess I can't really say that because I was moving inside her. I started to position myself to penetrate her deeper, but she pursed her lips and said, "No, no, no," as she wrapped her legs tighter. She said, "Stay. I want you stay inside me forever."
I said, "Okay, I've got nothing planned." We laughed and then kissed long and slow.
We made out and I stayed hard inside her for longer than I would have thought possible until mom began moving her hips and said, "Oh sweetheart that's so beautiful."
She unwrapped her legs and allowed me to push deeper into her. She pulled her legs back and put them on my shoulders and I immediately sank into her pussy.
She became more excited and her movements more animated. She said, "OH..." with each insertion, sometimes moving her head from one side of the pillow to the other. She said, "Yes darling, yes baby..." while I pushed myself into her depths, filling her completely. She said, "Having you inside me is the best thing in the world Darren."
I said, "I know mom." I felt as if it was beyond amazing to have a mom that could that say that to her son.
I increased the tempo and pressed her thighs back even more. I plunged into her pussy with powerful strokes. Her words were filled with emotion and excitement that came from the back of her throat as a high pitched hiss. "You're inside me, inside me, my baby, my baby is inside me...Yesss...Oh Yesss..." I knew I would come soon and I tried to savor each stroke into my mother's pussy and be aware of each second of passing time, until time stopped passing at all and I got lost in the sounds and feelings of mom and me coming. She cried out, "Babeeee...I'm coming, OH God, YES, YES, OHHHHhhhh..."
My releases caused similar words and moans as I called to my mother and left cord after cord of my sperm inside her womb. We held each other tightly and kissed as if we couldn't get enough, and then there was only my breathing and her sigh. She said, "Am I really what you want baby?"
I said, "Yes mom, and I want to show you every day that you're the one."
Se said, "I feel selfish, but I want you all to myself."
I said, "It's not selfish if that's what I want too."
She said, "Oh love, there's so much we have to talk about. "
I said, "I know mom, but that's for tomorrow, tonight is for this." I kissed her pussy.
She said, "Yes baby, yes."
That night was special and I'll never forget it. We took turns pleasuring each other and then did it at the same time. We did old things and new things. She said, "I want to watch you get hard for me." We were sitting opposite each on the bed. All she had to do was bend over and lick me for a moment. I felt her tongue on my shaft and on my balls and when she sat back up I stiffened immediately. She said, "I like that."
I said, "And I like all that." I took two fingers and ran them down from her lips to her tits and down to her pussy. I took her tits in both hands and said, "You have a beautiful pair of pears." She laughed. They were pear shaped, with a full rounded handful and tips that elongated toward the nipple. I held them as she positioned herself to sit on me.
She whispered, "Darren, my darling, my love." She straddled over me, opening her legs wide as she took me in her fist and put me inside her. She said, "Ohhh yes," as I went deeper into her pussy. She moved on me, gyrating her ass and I happily sucked on her tits as she did the work. She was looking in my eyes as she used my shaft and said, "I think I like to watch too." She kissed me and said, "I can't believe all this; I can't believe you're inside me, and I feel so good, and I don't care about anything right now but having you in my pussy." I loved hearing her say that.
I said, "Yes mom; I always want to be in your pussy." After about five minutes of moving on me, watching me and telling me how good it was, she closed her eyes and held my thighs as she put her head back.
She said, "Come with me baby, come with me, yes, yes...touch my clit, touch my clit..."
I was almost there and when she bounced quickly up and down on my shaft. I put my thumb on her clit and the added stimulation triggered her orgasm. She said out loud, "OHHhh...FUCK...YESSS..." and I came inside her.
Her cries overshadowed my saying, "MOM, Mom mom..." but not by much. I kept rubbing her clit and she seemed to keep coming even after the last excruciating spasm squeezed a final spurt into her pussy. I flashed back and smiled that mom had said the word 'Fuck' while she came. She collapsed on me and we got into a comfortable position where we kissed each other to sleep.
I awoke to the sensation of her warm hand on my hard-on. My dream was all sex, tits, and pussy, and I awakened to the real thing. I found out what she was thinking about when the first thing she told me was, "There's something I've never done with anyone." I let myself think where it might be going. She said, "I've never had anal sex." She didn't have to ask me if I had. She said, "Do you think you might want to try...or is that too...?"
My heart was racing in anticipation. I said, "OH yeah mom, I want to be your first for something."
She said, "Yes baby, I want that too." We kissed and I put my hand on her ass. My excitement was building at the thought that I would be inside her there. Mom turned and got into a position to receive me. I went behind her and she flexed her hips which offered both her openings. I wasn't sure if I should just penetrate her little hole, but she said, "Be in my pussy first baby." I entered her and she said, "Yes honey, yes..." After stroking her for a few minutes, mom said, "Now baby, do it now."
I pulled my cock out and it was shiny with her juices. I placed it on the pucker that seemed the same pinkish color as her nipples and her pussy. I pressed in and she said, "OH God..." and I thought, 'OH God' is right. It was sweet and it was intense.
Besides the fierce physical sensation, I knew that my mother was opening herself to me without hesitation and without conditions. As I entered that virgin portal, a deep gasping groan filled the room. Her ass was moving to meet me and then in circles, as if it was all too much but she didn't want it to stop. It was all flame and passion, uncontrolled by either of us. She writhed as I stroked powerfully into her farthest reaches.
I said, "Mom, does it feel good?"
She said, "Oh yes darling, yes, it's what I want."
I said, "It feels so good to me too mom, it feels unbelievable." It was more than unbelievable that I was stroking into my mother's ass because she had asked me to. There was sex, love, commitment, and surrender, in equal measure, as with each deep penetration, I took her and she took me. All the clichés fit. Hand in glove, key in lock, puzzle parts connected. But it was more than a saying, because it was my mother and me, there, doing it, being it.
My fingertips dug into the firm flesh of her ass and with my thumbs I opened her as I pushed in and closed her as I pulled out. She said, "Darling, darling, darling," as I did what I hadn't even dreamed of doing.
She was stretched by my width and when I was in her as far as I could go, it was about all either of us could take. She said, "You're in me so deep love, Oh God, you're part of me." The heat and her tight grasp made each stroke a marvel unto itself. As my excitement grew, I began pounding hard and fast into my mother's tight hole and she said, "DON'T..." After a quick breath she said, "STOP..." I was confused for a second and slowed my pace until I heard her say, "DON'T STOP...DON'T STOP..."
I held her hips and flexed mine with powerful rapid-fire entries. It culminated quicker than I thought it would. As I reached the point of ultimate intensity, there was a trembling. I felt her hand on the place where we were joined together, and mom let out a cry of, Eeee...OHHhhhhhh..."
I went over the edge and I sensed her rubbing her clit as I shot the first cord of cum into her ass. The full impact of what I was doing was both daunting and exhilarating. I said, "MOM, I lOVE YOU...OHHhhh...Oh, oh, oh..."as I filled her tight passage with my cream. As I came, I could hear her orgasm unfolding, petal by petal, as she called my name and shuddered after each wave passed. She shook at the end as if touched by a final surge of electricity.
It almost sounded like she was crying when she said, "Oh Darren, it was so good, you are so good for me...I love you baby...I love you." My mother had given her most tender and vulnerable parts to me, willingly opening herself to her son. I don't think I could have loved her more than at that moment.
But as time passed, I did love her more. The feelings deepened, matured and grew. My mother and I have been fortunate enough to share this love story for years, but I hope it doesn't sound outdated, because a genuine story of love has no expiration. We know that what we have is rare, but we've widened our definition of what love can be. There's just one thing left for me to say, "I'll always love you mom."
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