Even as a young boy, I had a power, the power to make people dislike me. It was probably because I usually had a smart- ass comment for everyone. It makes it difficult to make friends. I read a lot, and that gave me more ammunition, and that made me less friends, and then I read a lot more. I did have one friend for a while, Drew. He had more of the power than even I did. But after the eighth grade he moved away and I was pretty much on my own, except for mom.
I spent almost all my hours in my room, with the books, TV, and video games. I went places with mom and she didn't seem to mind after having giving up on trying getting me to make friends. We lived in a mostly rural area in a town of less than a thousand people. Once you get a reputation in a town like that, you're done. Everyone knows everyone and everything. My father left early and I didn't miss what I never knew. But I was pretty much okay with it all.
High school was different. I wanted to fit in, but for four years I had limited success. I had some acquaintances and went out with a few of the girls a few times, but nothing ever developed into anything. I'm still not sure if the unusual sexual attraction I felt for my mother made me disinterested in the high school girls, or the disinterest of the high school girls made me attracted to my mother. Whichever came first, there it was. I had it pretty bad and I knew it.
Her name is Emily and when I said it, it brought moisture to my tongue. And the sound of it went around in my head whenever I got turned on. And when I looked at her, I had the sensation that I was touching what I was looking at. It took a while to accept it, but by the end of my senior year, it pretty much filled my psyche, and my pants, when I was around her.
I was alone with myself until I met Eddie. The chances of my meeting a guy like Eddie Mella were pretty slim, but sometimes the higher odds come in. We were lab partners in Biology and we discovered in each other, a person to talk to. We had other aspects of biology in common also. That became evident after the track meet. It was a full day event away from school grounds. Mom had to work, but Eddie's mom came. We participated in some events and sat together in the stands. Afterwards, we went out together to the local diner.
The next day I said, "Your mom's very nice...and good looking."
He gave me a strange smile and said, "Thanks." He hesitated and said, "Do you like older women?"
I said, "Yes."
I think the directness of the question and answer led us both to realize we were on the same page even before he said, "Me too." He stepped deeper into the murky waters of our inclinations when he said, "You know something, I think my mom is good looking too." All this might be innocent conversation without any subtext had we both not felt the way we did. It took a while, but step by step we talked until we admitted to each other that our interest in our mother's was sexual. For me, finding someone else who felt that way was such a relief. Maybe I wasn't crazy, or if I was, at least I wasn't the only one.
And then Eddie Mella blew my mind. The story he told me was unbelievable, but I believed every word. After sharing his confidence we became close. Eddie had paperbacks that he lent me that fed my fantasies. He knew every good web site and all of it ramped me up. He sent me an amazing video on the computer. My head swirled with imaginings of Emily, Emily doing all those things with me.
It was the video that sparked the forest fire at home. I was pretty confident leaving stuff on the computer because mom hardly ever used it, and when she did, it was only for e-mails. So when she yelled to me, "MATTHEW...WHAT IS THIS?" I came into the room and saw her looking at Eddie's video." Fuck. How could that happen? Later I realized that I hadn't deleted the temporary files and when an e-mailed opened the media player, Eddie's video was the last thing played. She hit 'Play,' and got an eyeful.
Mom said, "What is this Matthew, I've seen that woman, who is she?"
I hesitated and said, "It's Mrs. Mella, you met her once when we were getting gas." She happened to be at the next pump and Mrs. Mella said hello since I was at her house so many times. I introduced her to my mother and I guess she remembered her face.
"Who's that boy?" mom said. "She was having oral sex with a boy!" She didn't recognize Eddie since he had only been to my house a time or two and video wasn't exactly professional quality, but there was enough there to knock mom out.
I said, "He's not a boy mom, he's almost nineteen."
She asked again, "But who is he?"
And then, because at some level, I wanted to say it, and I wanted her to know it, I said, "He's Eddie...her son."
Mom covered her mouth and her eyes went wide. She said, "My God, he came in her mouth."
Not that I was thinking straight at that time, but later when I thought about it, I realized that my mother must have watched quite a bit of the video, because it started with them fondling and kissing and it took a while before Mrs. Mella went down on him. And she had to be looking very close because there was some kind of glitch when he came, and only a few seconds where you could see that she had some of his cum on her chin.
I had watched it so many times that every image was seared into my memory. The way Eddie took off his mother's bra and cradled her tit, sucking on the nipple as she threw her head back with her eyes closed, enjoying his attentions, the way he touched her pussy as she squirmed and called his name. I'm hard thinking about it again, and I got harder every time I watched it, and wished that it was my mother who was naked, and sucking on me, just as Mrs. Mella was sucking on her son Eddie.
Mom said, "That's terrible...disgusting...what kind of people...?"
I said, "Mom, you don't know what a tough life they've had. Eddie told me, his father beat her, mom, he burned her. Eddie got crazy one day and went at him with a big glass ash tray. He told me that he left his father a bloody mess. They ran away and ended up here, a thousand miles from where they started."
"What happened to his father?"
I said, "They figure he was okay because they never found out anything about him going to a hospital or to the cops."
"Were they sleeping together, is that why that whole thing happened with the father?"
"No," I said. "Eddie told me that the first time he slept with his mother was at a motel, the night they ran away. They were scared, and all they had was each other. He told me that after that, they realized that they loved each other and that it wasn't only about sex. I told her the outline of story the Eddie had told me, leaving out the sexual details which I couldn't enough of. I said, "He really loves her mom, and that got them through some really terrible times."
Mom was quiet for a minute and said, "Well, I don't know, that's their business...but why would she let him make this thing, and why do you have it?"
I said, "Mom, she let him make it because he wanted to, and she loves him. And Eddie showed it to me because he trusts me and I was the only one he could share this with...and do you know what mom?"
I stopped, even when she said, "What?" because I wasn't sure I was ready to say any more.
But I did, I said, "I'm sorry you saw it, and I feel like I let him down by being so careless, but he showed it to me because he knows that I don't find it terrible, and I don't find it disgusting, mom, like you do, and because he knows how I feel."
She said, "I only meant...I didn't know the situation, but still, a mother and her son...it's not right." She didn't ask me about what I feel.
I didn't say anything, but what I was thinking was that I couldn't imagine anything better than a boy being in his mother's mouth. Except of course for what came later on the video and that was the best thing I could imagine. Because if mom had watched to the end, she would have seen Eddie inside his mother's pussy and she would have heard her crying out "Eduardo, Eduardo...aieeee...si mi amor, mi amor," in a voice so saturated with love and desire that I could feel it just thinking about it.
I said, "I don't think you can say it's not right for them, that's for them to decide."
Mom seemed a little shaken and as she got up and left the room she said, "Well I don't want to talk about it, and I can't understand why you would watch something like that." She didn't stay around for my answer, which would have been something like, 'Because that's what I want to do with you Emily.' Of course I wouldn't have had the guts to say it then.
I was sorry mom had seen the video, but I wasn't sorry that things were getting into the open. The more Eddie and I talked, the more I wanted mom. I became more explicit in my feelings towards her. On a day when she was wearing a V-neck tee shirt that showed some cleavage, I said, "Mom you look hot." I rarely remarked on what I saw but it was having an effect on me.
I saw her catch a glimpse of my bulge and then look away. She became uncomfortable and said, "Matt, you shouldn't say things like that to me."
I said, "That's ridiculous...okay fine."
She said, "Matt, I'm not Mrs. Mella."
I said, "Don't I know it, she loves her son."
I regretted the words even before Mom said, "That's a terrible thing to say."
I said, "I'm sorry, I know you love me, I just want..."
"Oh Matthew, I don't know what you want."
I said, "I want to love you mom."
"I want you to love me too, but not in that...dirty way."
I didn't say anything and she said, "I don't mean dirty, it's just..."
I said, "You do mean dirty and it's not mom, it's love, I can't help loving you that way."
She said, "That's not love, what they're doing...that's incest."
I said, "Mom, we're not talking about Eddie and his mother, we're talking about me, and you. You can call it what you want, and just because you're my mother, does that mean I'm not supposed to feel what I feel? Mom, If you're attracted to someone, there isn't that much you can do about it; if you get hard when you're around that person, there isn't much you can do about that either." I couldn't believe how out in the open it all had become, but it was a relief to say the words. I said, "Mom maybe it's better if I move out." Even though the college I had started was within commuting distance, I knew I could share a room in the dorm.
Mom said, "I don't know what to think anymore. " She covered her mouth and I could see tears starting to form.
I got up to leave and touched her hair and said, "Don't mom, I'm not going to talk about it anymore." And I wouldn't have, but the faucet broke. And that changed a lot of things.
We were on our way to Home Depot to get the new faucet and we took her car. Coming off the rural road from our house, a car ran a stop sign and mom swerved into a wooded area hitting a small grove of trees. The airbags deployed and for a few seconds all the possibilities flashed in my mind. The jolt knocked the wind out of me and I was out. The next thing I heard was mom calling, "Matthew, no, no, Matthew..."
I saw her in a state of panic and shock and said, "I'm okay mom." Actually I wasn't sure; I hadn't really taken stock. I knew it hurt where the seat belt had held me and probably kept me from going into the windshield. I said, "Are you all right?"
Mom said, "I'm okay baby, oh God...I thought...THAT BASTARD..." She screamed the curse at the top of lungs, and then collapsed into tears. Whoever was in the other car was long gone. I had a hard time getting mom's door opened before getting her out of the car and hugging her. Looking at the car, I couldn't believe we were both standing there; it was a mangled mess.
She cried in my arms for a few minutes as I comforted her, and when she stopped, she didn't move away. Her breathing moved her breasts on my chest. She held me tight enough for me to feel her contours. I got hard. She stayed. I kissed her neck. She stayed. Her hips moved almost imperceptibly against me. I put my hand on one of her breasts and held it as I kissed more of the neck she exposed to my lips by tilting her head back.
And then she just looked at me. She closed her eyes and said, "Oh God." She pulled back and took a deep breath as she reached into the car to get her bag. She called the police from her cell and we spent hours with forms, details and calls. We were within walking distance of home and mom didn't want to accept the ride home from the police. She'd had enough of cars for one day.
Mom had a drink when we got home and couldn't stop talking about the accident and what might have been. By late evening she'd had a few too many and said she wanted to go to bed. I stayed up and watched TV. About two hours after she went in, I heard her calling my name. When I went into her room, I could see from her eyes that she's been crying. She said, "Matthew, can you sit with me a while; I need to be near you right now, I'm sorry."
I sat on the bed and said, "There's nothing to be sorry about, we're both okay; there's nothing to worry about."
She said "Shut the lights please honey; I must look horrible."
I turned off the bedside lamp and said, "You look fine." And she did. Look, my mom wasn't a kid, she was forty years old. Her tits are big enough, but they wouldn't stop traffic, and if you're a guy passing her in the street, you'd probably think, 'Nice looking,' but you wouldn't turn your head three times to check out her ass. But somehow the whole package just worked for me – I was turned on.
When my eyes adjusted to the dark, I still couldn't see much. I felt her hand on my arm and she said, "Talk to me Matt."
I said, "About what?"
She said, "It doesn't matter." So I told her about school and what I was planning to take this semester and that I had definitely decided to live at the dorm. All the while she stroked my arm and then she took my wrist and put my hand on her breast.
I said, "Mom..." and she pulled me down to kiss her. It was a sweet kiss of longing and regret.
When she said, "Oh Matthew," I could hear her conflicted emotions. I kept kissing her and fondling her over her nightgown until I couldn't contain myself. I put my hand under the material and took hold of her bare flesh. It felt wonderful to feel the weight of her full tit. The skin was soft and that contrasted with her nipple. I could feel the small bumps around the tip when I circled it with my finger.
I kissed her for a long time and when I stopped, I said, "I love you Emily."
As I took off my clothes, her response of, "I love you Matthew," was almost tearful. She let me take her nightgown off and our flesh met. What my eyes couldn't see, my fingers and hands told me. Her ass was smooth and firm, her pussy was moist and velvety. She had a patch of hair above, and her folds were unprotected.
She touched my cock. I was so hard in her hand. She whimpered my name as she stroked from under my balls to my shaft and then moved to go down on me. I could just make out a sight that one day before would have seemed impossible. My cock was in my mother's mouth. And as she began sucking on the spongy knob, I thought of how many times I'd imagined it happening, and how many sons had imagined their mothers doing this to them, and how surreal it was that it had come true for me. I reached for her tit and I was gratified that her nipple was erect. I massaged her tit-flesh through my fingers as she took more of my shaft into the wet warmth of her mouth.
Amidst my excitement I had a sense of relief that I was in the mouth of the woman I wanted. It was as if I had been holding my breath for years and could now exhale. I said, "I love you mom; I love you so much."
Her head bobbed and she made small noises each she slowly took me to her throat. When she started I thought I would come quickly into my mother's mouth. Strangely I relaxed into the rhythm maintained control. After a few minutes, she stopped sucking and came up to embrace and kiss me. Her kisses were passionate and her tongue moved endlessly in my mouth. She reached down and took hold of my straining cock and rolled me on to her. I raised myself to give her room to place me at the entrance between her legs. We both moved.
The first contact of our sexes caused the same reaction from both of us. As I pushed through the soft folds, and pressed against the grasp of my mother's pussy, we both went, "Ohhhh..." With gentle thrusts, I inched into her until I was ensconced in her channel. I started to stroke her and she said, "Mathew...Mathew...you're inside me!" and it sounded as if she was about to cry.
I felt guilty. I thought to myself, 'Is this what she really wants or am I forcing my mother to have sex with me?' The repercussions flashed through my head and I stopped pushing into her and said, "Do you want me to stop mom?"
She whimpered and said, "No Matthew, I don't want you to stop."
I was so relieved. I pushed into her and said, "I love you mom."
She didn't answer but softly moaned, "Oh..." after each time I pushed into her pussy. It felt good that mom was wet and getting wetter as I stroked her. The full length of my shaft was now penetrating with each entry and she was responding with her hips. I looked at the place where my mother and I were joined and could just make out my cock being swallowed into the place I had thought my mother would never give to me.
It wasn't the kind of sex that you fantasize about or read in stories where the woman keeps saying, 'Fuck me with your big cock,' and then has twelve orgasms. For me it was even better. There was love with the passion. I felt it with each entry into my mother's pussy, from both of us. She held me tight every chance she got. And each time she pushed me deeper into her center and said, "Matthew, I love you," in a plaintive voice filled with her confusion over what she was doing.
Besides her low moans and my soft long 'Ohhh...' each time I pushed into her, the most evident sounds came from the improbable wet connections of a sons cock moving in and out of his mother's pussy. And then I stopped.
I had an overwhelming desire to eat her pussy. I pulled my wet shaft out and she said, "Matthew?" I didn't say anything and slid down to lick the satiny skin over her opening. Breathing hard she said, "OH...no..." I don't know why she said 'No' because she held my head in place and writhed as I used my tongue to separate the folds and lift the hood that covered her clit. The nub felt swollen and engorged as the tip of my tongue explored it. I loved the delicate taste of her. The sounds of my mother's sexual pleasure were unfamiliar to me and as she gradually lost more control, I got more excited, if that was possible.
My mouth explored every inch and angle of mom's pussy until I settled on working her clit. Taking the swollen center of sensitive nerve endings between my lips, I sucked and licked it until she started a long loud burst of, "OH, OH, OH, OH..." I loved how my mother came in my mouth, with her back arched and her long moan of passion and satisfaction filling the dark room. I kept sucking until she was completely finished with her spasms and shuddering.
I was so hard and ready to fuck her at that moment; I couldn't have waited another second. I moved up and firmly kissed her. I took my cock in hand and placed it at the opening she had exposed by spreading her legs. I pushed all at once and sunk into the depths of her body. She cried out, "Ohhh Matthew," as I plunged into her depths. I was so anxious to take her and come inside her, but I also wanted to stay in her long enough for her to come too.
I finally understood what Eddie was talking about when he described what it was like to have his mom because I wasn't just watching; I was the son who was inside his mother's pussy. And as each inch sank deeper between my mom's legs, the pleasure of knowing where I was ran over me. I was in her body, with her wet flesh wrapped around me. I slid in and out of the moist channel. I tried to maintain a controlled rhythm that would bring us both up slowly. At one point I withdrew and placed my shaft over her clit. I moved as if I was still inside her and the friction across the nub made her take shorter and harder breaths. It all came out as "Mmmmm...Mmmm...Mmm..." She did that until it sounded as if she was about to come. I put my cock back into mom's pussy and I gave her long, strong, hard strokes that were almost out of my control. They were the kind of penetrations as you approach orgasm that feel the best; the ones you wish would never end. And then there were those last exquisite few that took me deep into my mother's center right before the explosion.
Mom knew I was coming. She said, "Yes baby, come inside me, come love...oh God...OHHhh...Yess..." The last sound was very much like the one she made as she came when I had her in my mouth. She must have felt those first discharges because they rocketed out of me and shot deep into her waiting pussy. As I came inside her, she responded and triggered into orgasm. There was one long "AAHHhhhhh..." until she lowered her back onto the bed again.
She was very quiet and still as kept her arms and legs around me after we came. I felt the aura around us change and wasn't sure what to say, so I said nothing. Finally mom said, "Oh God...Matthew, please tell me you love me."
I said, "Of course I love you mom; I love you more than anything."
She unclasped from me and turned on her side, facing away. She said, "Someday you're going to realize what a terrible thing I did; please don't hate me."
I touched her back and ran my hand down the soft skin to her round ass. I said, "I couldn't ever hate you mom. We didn't do anything to be ashamed of, we just loved each other."
She said, "No Matthew, I gave in to something I knew you wanted...and something I'm ashamed to say that I also wanted, but that's no reason to do what we did. Matthew, it was incest."
I said, "I don't care what you call it; I loved you and you loved me."
She said, "I care." Her breathing was agitated and I asked her if she was okay. She said, "No Matthew, I'm upset."
I said, "Do you want me to go mom?"
She said, "No." I stroked her back and when she calmed a bit, I took her breast in my hand pushing my hardening cock against her ass, but mom said, "NO Matthew," to that too. So I slept there that night not touching her again. When I awoke, she was gone.
I just hung out around the house all day, enjoying doing nothing while I could. My summer job was done and it would only be a week before I had to go back to school. The events of the night before were more than enough to keep my mind occupied. When mom came home from work that evening there were a lot of forced smiles from her and her discomfort was evident. We were eating dinner in uneasy silence when I said, "Mom, this is no good; let's just talk about it and get someplace else."
She said, "I can't."
I said, "You have to; do you want to become strangers, or even worse, people that can't be in the same room together?"
She said, "No."
I said, "Look mom, what happened, happened." I know you think I'll be sorry, but I never will. It doesn't matter. We have to go on from here. I'm not going to say I don't want you and I don't to make love to you, because I do. I know how you're feeling now." She looked on the verge of tears. I went over to her and stroked her hair.
She said, "I love you Matthew, but I just can't."
I said, "I know mom; it's okay...it's not what I want, but it's okay because I don't want to make you unhappy. Mom, can I ask you to do something so we could still be close?"
She warily asked, "What?"
I said, "Do you think we could just kiss sometimes, the way we kissed last night, that way I would know..." She looked up and I could see some alarm in her eyes. "Mom, I promise I wouldn't touch you or try to do anything you don't want to do..."
"I know you wouldn't honey," she said.
I said, "Look if it makes you uncomfortable..."
She said, "No honey, it's okay...we could kiss; that would be alright."
I said, "I love you mom." I bent over and we kissed a long soft tender kiss. I went back and sat at the table and saw the first hint of a smile from her.
Before she went to bed, I kissed her goodnight. I held her in my arms and my tongue touched hers. We broke the kiss, and I said, "So I guess maybe, I'll go look for a dorm to share at school tomorrow." I knew she would tell me not to.
I was wrong. She said, "That would be good Matt." Damn.
So I moved out and came home intermittently. I was close enough to come for dinner when mom asked, and to spend some weekends sleeping over, in my own bed, unfortunately. But there were those kisses, loving, and lingering. She never said no to them. Kisses that held out a possibility, maybe one day I would be in her pussy again. But I never got the feeling that mom thought so.
I remained friends with Eddie, at one point concocting a dumb scheme where his mother would talk to mine, but after mentioning it to him we came up with too many reasons why it wouldn't work, first of which was that his mother would never do it. But we talked enough to keep my hopes alive, because I knew a real mother and son that were lovers.
I thought about mom all the time, and that one night we had together sustained me for a long while, but I did want sex. I got involved with a girl from school named Iona. It was good for both of us, not great. She wasn't mom and I guess I wasn't whoever she was looking for. But we had fun and it went on for longer than it should have. We get comfortable, we settle.
Mom's forty-second birthday was coming up and I was planning a special evening for her. I came home for the weekend, planning to discuss it. When she got home Friday night she was in bad shape. I could see how down she was. She said, "Hi, I'll be back in a bit," and she went to her bedroom. I didn't get the usual greeting, the warm hug, the warmer kiss. She stayed in her room long enough for me to knock and ask if she was okay. She said, "I'm fine, I'll be out soon." She sounded anything but fine.
I said, "Can I come in?"
She said, "Okay." Then she said, "I don't want to talk about it."
I laughed and said, "You never want to, but you know you that you always feel better after you do."
"Hot Flashes." She said it with an exclamation mark. "I had some hot flashes; I'm not even forty-two for Christ's sake."
I said, "Did you go to the doctor, it doesn't sound so terrible." Stupid thing to say.
She said, "Not for you, you're twenty' I'm the one getting old, and yes I went to the doctor."
"What did he say?"
She got a little calmer. "He said, he didn't think it was menopause yet...yet..."
"Oh mom," I said. "You're still a sexy woman."
She said, "Oh stop," but her expression clearly didn't want me to. She said, "How are things with Iona?"
I said, "That's been over with for a while." I sat on the bed and leaned over to face her and quietly said, "You still make me hard mom, always."
She said, "Matt, you shouldn't say things like that to me." I didn't answer. I kissed her the way we kissed and she responded with passion. I felt her breast even though I had promised not to, and she let me. I put my hand between her legs and she moaned in my mouth. When she broke the kiss, she was fighting for breath. She said, "Oh Matthew what am I going to do?"
I said, "Love me; let me love you." I thought that she would, but when she said, 'I can't," it had a finality to it. I sat up. She said, "I'm sorry, Matthew. I guess there are mother's who can do these things for their sons, but I don't seem to be one of them."
I said, "It's okay mom, you may not believe this, but I wouldn't want you to do it if you don't want to." I said it without much conviction that it would mean anything. I sighed, "Why don't you get dressed and we'll go to the diner."
She said, "Okay baby, that's good." We spent a quiet evening and I went back to school the next day.
With various levels of intimacy we went through the school year. I had been home about a week into the summer break when we went to take some sun in the backyard. I made a pitcher of gin and tonic and we were near the bottom of it when I leaned over and kissed her. She was wearing a halter top and without a bra and I could see her nipples pressing against the material.
I said, "Mom, what do you want for yourself?"
She thought for a moment and said, "I want to see you happy."
I said, "No mom, for you."
She said, "Well, I guess I think sometimes it would be nice to have someone to share things with and love, and maybe get married again."
I was pretty sloshed and I said, "I would love to marry you. Look, we always do things together and have fun, we talk, and we're, friends. The only thing we don't do is...have sex."
When she said, "Matthew," it had a pleading quality to it.
I leaned over and we shared a long sweet kiss. I said, I would make you a good husband, and I know you'd be a great wife." I kissed her again and brushed my palm over her protruding nipple and then held her breast as we kissed. She said, "Matthew, what are you doing?" The question sounded more like, 'Matthew why are you doing this to me?'
I said, "Mom doesn't it feel good?"
She said, "Matthew, of course it feels good; you're so tender and loving, but we said we weren't going to do this."
I said, "Mom does it feel wrong when we kiss?"
She put her head down and said, "No."
I said, "And my touching you wouldn't feel wrong after a while either, as soon as you stop denying that we love each other. I know that you don't want to think about it, and you see it as terrible, but the night we made love was the best night of my life."
She took a deep breath and said, "Oh honey, I don't deny it. I realized a while back that it's true, we do love each other. And that night...oh Matthew, do you think there's one moment of that night that I don't think about? Do you think there's one day that goes by that I don't feel you inside me? Matthew, I can't tell you how real it is to me. No it wasn't terrible baby, it was terrifying. It was all I could have wanted, but it was with my son. What kind of mother does that to her son? I don't know anymore baby. I was so afraid that it would ruin your life if I kept having sex with you, and now I don't know anything...I thought that you'd get over your feelings for me and move on. And now after all this time you still want me...don't you?"
I said, "I want you more than ever mom, you're all that I want."
"Sweetheart," mom said. "I want you too, and now as you were touching me, all I could think was how much I wanted to take you in my mouth...God, this is what I've come to, telling my son...these things. This can't be real Mattie...this can't be happening."
"Mom," I said, "This is as real as it gets." I kissed her and slipped my hand into her halter to fondle her bare flesh. Her nipple felt swollen and before I took her tit out to suck on it, she said, "Mattie, I'm not ready to sleep with you."
I said, "Okay mom, I understand." They were just words. I didn't understand. She had admitted that she loved me and wanted me. I did the only thing that made sense to me at that moment. I kissed her and I touched her. And after a long while, she touched me back. She put her hand in my shorts, her soft hand...her soft hand.
I apologized for coming. Of course that was ridiculous, because neither of us could have expected any other outcome when she was fisting my shaft and massaging my balls. But I apologized anyway. Mom said with a serious look, "It's okay honey." She took the tray of drinks inside and we spent the evening as if I hadn't been sucking on her nipple and I hadn't come in her hand.
On mom's birthday I suggested we spend the day in Franklin, going to the park, seeing a movie, and having dinner at the Treetop. I also had another suggestion. I said, "Mom, when we're in the city, could we be a couple?"
She said, "What do you mean?"
I said, "Just Matt and Emily."
She said, "Oh...okay." She got it. So we went to the city and shared a little fantasy. We went to the old port section walked along the wharf after dinner. I took her hand as we strolled and she smiled over at me. We stopped in a few shops and mom was looking at some Jewelry. The man said, "I have something nice to show you." He brought out a necklace with Roman Glass trimmed in gold.
Mom's eyes lit up and I said to him, "Good choice, my wife likes antiques." I could see mom flush and her cheeks reddened, but she just smiled. After he told us the price, we left.
Mom looked at me and I said, "Did it bother you that I said that?"
She said, "No, it just sounded so strange...and you're obviously the one who likes antiques." We both laughed. It turned out to be a fun day and we started going into the city more often. We played our little fantasy of being different people there and mom took delight in calling me her husband for the fun of it. As the summer went by, mom was suggesting we go to the city as often as I was. It felt real. Only in the city did mom initiate the kissing. We even spent an hour parked at the docks after dark, making out and fondling.
We were in the city when there was only a week left before I was to go back to school and the dorm. I said, "Mom, let's stay here tonight at the Overlook."
She said, "Why?"
I said, "They've got a new spa and restaurant. It'll be fun."
Mom said, "It's too expensive honey."
I said, "I've saved almost everything from my job and it's time to splurge a little. I also got you this." I took out a felt pouch and handed it to her. When she opened it, her face lit up.
"Oh my God," She said as she held up the necklace. "Oh baby, you spent all that money..."
I said, "Oh shut up Emily and put it on." She laughed and when she had it on she said, "How does it look?"
I said, "You're both beautiful." I touched the Roman Glass pendant and some of her creamy breasts with my fingers.
She said, "I love it, and you." She kissed me.
We stayed at the Overlook and I booked a room as a married couple. We took a swim and there was a small band that played dance music at dinner. We had drinks by the pool and went up to our room. There were two queen sized beds and I said, "Which bed do you want Emily?"
She said, "Whichever bed my husband is going to be sleeping in."
I said, "Mom, I hope you're not teasing me, because I couldn't stand it if I don't have you tonight."
She said, "I wouldn't do that baby. I'm ready; and you are going to have your mama tonight."
I held her; I kissed her, and she yielded in my arms. I could feel the last remnants of resistance dissipate and disappear. She became mine at that moment. I became hers.
The blouse came off revealing a frilly bra that held her tits tantalizingly jutted. I unclasped it and saw her naked breasts in the light for only the second time. The years had been kind to her and they maintained a youthful shape. The gold and blue-green of her necklace played off the rosy tips of her tits. My fingers and hands had not forgotten the texture and the heavy weight of her breasts. I fondled her as we kissed and paused to suck on each nipple for a while. I sucked them longer than a while. They were puffy when I was through and excitedly reddened.
I took off her skirt, and the stark contrast of the black nylon stocking tops against the creamy skin of her thighs was a visual delight, almost as beautiful as the tease of her pussy through the sheer panties. I said, "Mom, you look so hot."
She said, "I dressed for you baby. I didn't think we would be here, but I was hoping you'd see me like this tonight." I touched my fingers to her sex and could feel the moisture through the nylon.
We kissed as I touched her and I said, "You're my Emily, my sweet wife now, aren't you?"
She said, "Yes baby, and I'm also your mom, I don't want to stop being that."
I said "No, mom, never." She took my pants down and said, "I've been thinking about doing this all day...taking my boy in my mouth. My cock sprang as she exposed it. It was rock solid and pointing up at her. She wrapped her fingers around it and said, "You're so hard for me." Her tone was almost surprised.
I said, "Yes mom, I'm hard because I love you and I want you so much." She bent at the waist to take the head in her mouth and said, "Mmmm..." she then sat on her haunches and held my thighs for balance as she moved her head to take my shaft in and out of her mouth.
Her warm lips caressed my cock and with a slow teasing glide. More of my cock went into her mouth. Oh man. This was the first evidence I would have of how much my mother liked to give, and get, oral sex. At one point I had to stop her. Even though the urge was overwhelming to come in my mother's mouth, I wanted it to last. So I urged her to stand and kissed her, feeling her velvety breasts in my chest. Her stockings against me charged me up even more.
I took her panties down and said, "Let me look at your pussy mom." She opened her stance and I saw the sweet sex I had wanted forever. I went down on her and as I ate her, I held the globes of her round ass in my hands. I said, "Mom I never realized what a beautiful ass you have." She sounded pleased as I continued to explore with my tongue. When I reached her clit and massaged it in my mouth, she accelerated. I think she would have come if she didn't hold my head and then pull back.
She said, "Oh wow." She went to the bed, quickly throwing off the blanket and sheet. On her back, she spread her legs and said the words neither of us thought we'd hear from her mouth, "Come make love to your mother."
It was different from the first time. She was open and receptive, willing and wanting. As soon as I directed my cock into her she said, "Oh yes sweetheart, inside me, inside me...yes baby, yes." She was my lover. And when she called her boy, she was my mother. And when she called me her Matthew, she was my wife.
We moved as one into the rhythm of lovemaking, as the sensations of who was inside whom lost its meaning. Slow insertions became powerful and hard as my mother asked for more. I fed her and she devoured what I gave her. My cock filled her channel and pushed along its gripping walls. It's just a simple motion, in and out, but it means everything when you're inside the woman you love.
I wasn't as experienced as I would become, but we naturally altered positions and angles, each one a new delight. I held her legs opened at one point and watched myself as I plunged into her center. When she wrapped her legs around me her hips drew me deep into her. She rolled on top and sat to impale herself. She said, "Baby, baby, baby...," as she rose and fell on my erection. It felt like more than an erection. It was a steel pole somehow attached to me, sending vibrations and sensations through my chemically intoxicated body. I was certain that no other woman could do this to me.
I flipped her once more to drive home my desires. I speared deep into my mother's belly until we were flesh on flesh and bone on bone. As the pace reached its apex, she said, "Oh Matthew, OH MATTHEW, DARLING, OH GOD, OHHHhhhh..."
I began filling her at that moment and wanted to never stop coming. Each release made me recoil in pleasure. I called to her as I came, "MOM, MOM, MOM..." My sperm poured into her vault, giving her what I had wanted her to take for as long as I could remember. I needed to hear the words and I said, "I'm coming mom, I'm coming inside you mom."
She said, "Yes baby yes, inside me, come inside me." She tightened herself around my cock and squeezed as she rocked. I came until I couldn't come any more and left the last of the sperm that I had produced for her deep in her womb. But it was more than my sperm that was inside her, it was my love.
I started to move but mom held me and said, "No darling, stay." I remained inside her as long as I could and then we both exhaled and fell into each others arms. After a quiet moment, mom said, "How could I have thought that this was anything but love?"
I said, "Because you're a stubborn mule?" She laughed and slapped my arm. She said, "You're probably right, but I'm glad you waited for me to understand." Then she said, "What if you didn't wait baby; what if you went off and..."
I said, "Don't even think about it mom; we were always going to find each other."
She said, "Yes love," and then she sat up and excitedly said, "Baby listen, I've been thinking about something; let's move to Franklin. It'll be closer to school for you, and we can sell the house, and get one of those new small condos by the river and...we'll be in our home, in our bed, together, every night...what do you think?"
I said, "I think it sounds perfect...and I think I want you." I put her hand on my swelling cock and said, "What do you think?"
She said, "I think I want you too, what do you think?" She put my hand on her moist pussy. I kissed her and turned her on her belly. I stroked her ass and rubbed her pussy. She raised her hips slightly and I entered her pussy from behind. She said, "Oh Matthew, are you always going to want me like this?"
I said, "How could I not mom?"
I entered my mother's pussy and drove in deep enough to come up against her fleshy globes. There was a sharp "OH," from her. I must have reached a new spot because she said, "You're so deep in me Matthew; I never felt that before." I pushed in again to the hilt and she said, "OH," again.
I said "Does it hurt mom?"
She said, "NO, No, don't stop. It feels good baby. It excites me that you get so big and hard for me. Even that first time when I was too ashamed to admit it, I liked it Matthew, I liked it."
It felt good to me too, to drive deep into my mother's pussy and press my fingers into the round globes of her ass. Each entry brought the same response and in a moment she said, "OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, MATTHEW..." She surprised me as she came so quickly. I didn't stop driving into her even after she finished. I felt as if I could go all night and I continued the deep insertions as mom made sounds of pleasure. As she climbed again she said, "You're so good for me baby, yes baby, hard like that, hard, hard, yes, oh, OH,OH, OH..."
I felt controlled enough to prepare myself to come when she did, but it started feeling so good, driving into her pussy, pressing against her ass. When I lost control and felt that first release of sperm about to enter my mother's pussy, all I said was "MOM," and she started to come too.
"Yes, yes, fill me sweetheart, yes baby, OH, OH, OHHHHhhhhh..." She thrashed and moaned into the pillow as each volley shot into her womb. As her spasms subsided she said, "Oh God love...ohhhh...God." After a moment to catch her breath mom said, "That was almost too good." She laughed, "Almost..."
It took about two months to complete all the details related to moving to Franklin, and we used the time to learn each other's heart and body. We also got to know Eddie and his mom as a couple. Mom thinks she's great and we have a good time together. Strangely, besides the occasional joke, we don't talk about our unconventional circumstance when we're all together. We know what we have in common and that makes us comfortable, but otherwise we just do things that friends do.
When the day came to finally move in, we were excited. Mom had a day off from work, but I had classes I couldn't miss, so I expected her to be there when I got home. I didn't see her when I got in the door and looked around, so I called out to her. I heard her say from the bedroom, "I'm in here Matt." I went in. She was dressed for sex.
Mom had on all new lingerie, high heels, and she looked hot. The stocking were the old-fashioned seamed ones, held up by a garter belt. Her pale aqua panties were lacy but sheer enough for me to see the pussy I had dreamed about as a boy. The matching bra was only supporting her bare tits. She was cupping and offering me one of her boobs, giving me a 'Come to mommy' look.
I said, "Wow," and immediately went to take my mother's tit into my mouth. Her nipples were large and they capped the end of the swollen cone that formed when I pressed it through my hand. I went from nipple to nipple and sucked them the way she liked, using my tongue and a slight abrading with my teeth.
She said, "I've been thinking about this all day baby, how I wanted to start our new life in our new home, in our bedroom. I love the sound of those words...our bedroom." Everything smelled new, the carpet, the paint, and the perfume mom wore. It was a heady combination that I inhaled as mom took down my jeans and briefs and I stepped out of them.
She said, "I'm going to take good care of my boy from now on."
I stroked her hair and she went down on her knees and I said, "I'm going to take good care of you too mom." I felt all the love she put into it as she took my cock into her mouth. With excitement and soft sounds she moved on my shaft. My cock strained when she looked up at me and smiled. When she stopped moving her head, I could feel her tongue circling and stroking me. She took me out of her mouth long enough to lick the underside of my sack and take one of my balls at a time into her mouth. It was a new sensation that had me thinking about coming already.
I bent over and kissed her to keep that from happening. When I stopped, she said, "I want you to come in my mouth." That would be another first for us and I could feel the blood rush to my head and to my cock when she said it, because I knew it was an extraordinary expression of a mother's love for her son.
All I could say was "OH mom," as she returned me into her mouth. She sucked on the spongy swollen head and used her hand along the pole. She caressed my balls and it was becoming overwhelming. A boy being sucked by his mother was potent enough, but the way she was doing it was almost too much. It was almost too much to keep from coming. And then, it was too much to keep from coming.
The words my mother had said, 'I want you to come in my mouth,' ran around my head as I cried out, "MOM..." and let loose the first fusillade of sperm that elicited an approving sound from her. I shot again and she swallowed me, and rubbed me, and stroked me, until stream after stream shook my body and all I could say was, "OHHHhhhh..." as I poured my cream into my mother's mouth. She never stopped sucking and I wished I would never stop coming as the final spasms delivered the last of the fluid I had to give her.
When it was over she smiled at me and said, "That was good baby."
I said, "You don't know the half of it mom, they're still inventing a word for what that felt like."
She laughed and said, "Welcome to our new home baby."
And a lot has been new since we moved in. We're a couple. And we're making plans, big ones, and little ones.