I never knew my father. He and my mother were neither married nor lived together during their six months relationship. When he found out she was pregnant he refuse to have anything more to do with her. For as long as I can remember I've always loved my mother, it was not just something a son says, I was deeply conscious of my love for her. She sacrificed her life for me, ensuring I had a decent education and brought up being kind, and respecting my fellow man, a pillar of society she called it. I suppose in one way I was a mommy's boy, not that I was an under developed weakling, quite the opposite I was taller and stronger than the average kid well built, and represented my schools in swimming and athletics, and had lots of girlfriends. Mom always said I was good looking, which I always replied that I got my looks from her.
I suppose that you could say things began to get a little weird during the summer break, between graduating from high school, and waiting to go to college. One weekend mom was sitting opposite me reading a book, her legs were crossed in a strangely different pose to how she normally sat crossed legged. She was sitting more like a man allowing me to see right up her skirt, in fact I could see everything. I wondered if she was doing it on purpose giving me the old come-on. She looked up and caught me looking up her skirt, she just smiled and returned to her book. I considered going across to her and kiss her on the lips and put my hand up her skirt, but I failed to follow through, thinking the whole thing may have been a coincidence.
While mom worked I was home doing the odd job for her. The following Monday morning while I was still in bed there was a knock on my bedroom door.
"Mike can I come in?"
"Sure, come in."
"Darling I'm late for work would you make my bed and tidy up around the house for me?"
"Sure mom."
"Thank you darling."
Later that morning when I went into her bedroom to make the bed, one of her bras was hanging on a chair; it looked and felt like black silk covered in lace. In the past I had never taken much notice of her lingerie, of course I had seen it before, but this was different I was actually attracted to it. I picked it up and handled the silky garment, rubbed it against my face and across my lips enjoying the lingering fragrance of her perfume. I looked for the label to check her size, 38E, I always knew she was a handful.
Suddenly I noticed my reflection in the mirror, imagine my surprise about how gentle I was handling her bra, almost with reverence, until I noticed the bulge in my pants. The consequences were unavoidable, after removing my pants and undershorts I wrapped her bra around my manhood and laid on her bed, fantasizing that mom was wearing the bra and had deliberately guided me inside so that I could us her breasts to pleasure myself. It was almost too late before I realized what was happening, if it wasn't for nature's indicator I think I would have cum all over her bra and the bed. Instead I caught most of the semen in my hand with only a few light spots splashing onto the bra. Even then I panicked knowing that it would dry leaving whitish spots on the black fabric.
Ignoring my pants and undershorts, which had fallen on the floor, I went to the bathroom, first to wash my hands, then to remove those drops which had landed on my body. Taking a damp cloth I successfully removed those spots which had dropped onto her bra, only now it was damp. Mom keeps her hairdryer on her nightstand, permanently plugged into the socket above it, so she can either sit on the bed, or stand to dry her hair in front of the mirror. I used it to dry her bra then had the quandary whether to hang it back on the chair, or drop it in the laundry basket. I decided to drop it in the laundry basket, for two reasons, first she asked me to tidy the house, secondly, she would know that I had been handling her bra, and seeing her lingerie in the laundry basket. Whether it would mean anything to her I may never know, but first I decided to put my undershorts and pants back on.
When I opened the laundry basket, on the top of the pile was a pair of matching panties, which obviously was a part of the same set as her bra. After rummaging around I found that beneath the panties was a damp towel from her morning shower, which meant I needn't have dried her bra, if she said anything all I had to say, was there anything else in the basket that was damp. Beneath the towel was her skirt and blouse from the previous day. I made sure that everything was returned in the correct order and look as if nothing had been disturbed then just dropped her bra on top of everything.
While making her bed I checked for any signs of staining, and I don't mean something that may have been caused by me, but there was nothing obvious. Having made both beds and tidied the house then completed several other small tasks I made myself some lunch and spent the afternoon watching TV, but thinking more about mom. It's not often that I have spent time in her bedroom and I can never remember her asking me to go in there. I have never seen her just wearing underclothes or a nightdress, unless she's wearing a robe. Whether she is just shy or doesn't want to encourage me to look at her in a sexual way I couldn't say.
To the best of my knowledge she has never been on a date, although with her figure and looks she must have been asked out numerous times. Whether the experience with my father put her off men completely was certainly a point to consider. The more I thought about her and my time spent in her bedroom the more I fantasized about making love to her, convincing myself that she would accept my advances. But how to go about it without frightening her, it would have to be a slow process, but I didn't have that much time before I left for college.
When mom arrived home from work she asked me if I made the beds and tidied up.
"Yes I did everything you asked plus a couple of other bits."
"Thank you darling I'm going up to change."
I thought to myself perhaps you would like me to come up and undress you.
Fifteen minutes later she came back into the sitting room.
"Mike have you moved a bra from the chair in my bedroom?"
"Yes mom I put it in the laundry basket."
"Why would you do that?"
"Because you asked me to tidy the house and I thought you had worn it and left it out for washing. Why hadn't you worn it, was you going to wear it tonight, shall I go up and retrieve it for you?"
I could see that my questions had shaken her a little, the way she stumbled over her words.
"No that's alright darling you did the right thing."
"Would you like me to bring the laundry basket down for you?"
"No thank you, I won't be doing any washing tonight."
The incident was never spoken of again, but that didn't prevent me from deliberately let her see me check her out. Occasionally I allowed her to catch me staring at her breasts, her legs and several times her ass when I knew she was watching me in a mirror.
The following Monday things changed again when mom came home from work. She told me that starting the next day for the next few weeks she had to go to work earlier in the morning.
"Mike would you be a darling and make the beds and tidy up for me like you did last week?"
"Sure mom, be glad to help."
"Thank you sweetie."
So Tuesday morning I was back in her bedroom tidying up and making the bed, and this time on her bed was a different set of that attractive lingerie. Each day was a different color and each day I pleasured myself sometimes using her bra sometimes her panties. Each day I soiled her lingerie a little more and just dropped it into the laundry basket never bothering to wipe it off. It must have been about week later when I walked into her bedroom her bra and panties were neatly laid out looking exactly if a woman was wearing them. Her bra situated just below her pillar with the back clasps hooked together, the shoulder straps correctly positioned and her bra cups sticking up to their full extent. Her panties were laid out flat about nine inches below her bra.
The following week her bra and panties were all scrunched up on the bed. This time they weren't the sexy silk ones, they were just the ordinary plain white garments. I wondered if it was just a coincident, or she was actually leaving me some sort of message, perhaps she was having her period. Well I decided to leave her a message back. Having pleasured myself with her panties I rubbed semen inside the crotch of her panties and inside the cups of her bra. Obviously being the same color it wouldn't show but when it dried, the areas would feel crusty to the touch.
Becoming intrigued with mothers sexual inclinations I began to search her room opening each drawer and checking her closet, but alas I found nothing to indicate any sexual activity. It then made me wonder, if I was checking out her room, would she be going through my stuff. Just in case she was I thought I would leave her something to think about. I planned that over the next couple of days to buy a large pack of condoms and print off a mother and son story which would include the Literotica heading and just lay them on top of everything in the drawer of my night stand. All I could do then was to wait to see if there would be any reaction.
In the evening when mom came home she asked how my day was.
"I carried out all the chores you asked me to do, plus a couple more things that needed doing, after lunch I cleaned the car. By the way you left your bra and panties on the bed, I assumed you wanted them dropped in the laundry basket."
Mom nodded and blushed a little.
Over the next days, things continued as they were, mom was still leaving her bra and panties on the bed and I was still dropping them in the laundry basket. The only difference I no longer mentioned the fact that I was handling her lingerie and dropping it into the laundry basket, as part of our debriefing when she arrived home from work. Early one morning she knocked on my bedroom door.
"Mike are you awake, can I come in?"
"Okay mom, you can come in."
"Darling would you do me a big favor and change the bed sheets for me today? I meant to ask you last night but forgot. I've left the clean sheets for my bed on the bed and the clean sheets for your bed on the chair."
"Sure mom."
Later in the morning I stripped the sheets off my bed and collected the clean ones and dumped them on my mattress. While transferring mother's clean sheets from her bed to the chair I discovered a stain hidden beneath them. It looked very much like mom had been indulging herself in some sexual practices. For me it was a great find being the first indication that she was still active in that area. Whether it was because of me and the fact that I was prepared to discuss her underwear with her I couldn't say.
It was the Sunday morning, the week before I was due to leave for college. I was getting ready by packing a few bits into my case, when mom walked into my bedroom. When she realized what I was doing she burst into tears. I went to her, put my arms around her, and continually kissed her on the cheek trying to sooth her. She put her arms around me and pulled me close. As we stood there I could feel her breast crushed against my chest resulting in me getting an erection. Surely mom must have felt me, but she didn't back away, just remained wrapped up in my arms almost pushing herself against me. We remained that way for about five minutes until mom had sufficiently recovered. I considered trying to maneuver her on the bed, however she broke our embrace and walked out of my room before I plucked up sufficient courage to put my plan in action.
Several times during the week I got up early, before mom had gone to work and spent time with her. While she cooked me breakfast I would stand behind her with my arms around her waist, kissing the side of her neck. She would scrunch up her shoulders complaining that it tickles, but never asked me to stop.
When I came downstairs on the morning of my departure mom was in the kitchen cooking breakfast. She was wearing a purple satin chemise with a fairly low cut neckline held up by two spaghetti straps with a hem just above mid-thigh. Never had I seen mom just wearing a nightgown before, let alone something like this. Standing behind her with my arms around her waist I kissed her on the side of the neck.
"God mom you're so beautiful."
"Thank you darling now go and sit down and I will bring your breakfast over."
An hour later, I was upstairs doing a last minute check when mom called.
"Mike are you coming down your cab will be here in a minute?"
As I made my way downstairs mom was standing at the bottom with tears in her eyes, still wearing her nightgown. Instantly in one movement I put my arms around her pulled her close and pressed my lips against hers. She didn't recoil or resist as I prolonged the kiss, she simply put her arms around my neck. I pressed myself against her, she must have known just how aroused I was, as I rubbed myself up against her, and felt a similar response from her. Maintaining our kiss I pushed her up against the wall before sliding my hand down to grab her ass to pull tight against me. My other hand I placed on her breast, my fears that she might slap my face or at least push me away were unfounded. I think she was influenced by the time we would be separated that she allowed me to treat this way, although she seemed to be enjoying the experience as much as me. Just as we broke our kiss there was a blast from a cabs horn outside.
"Darling your cab is here."
Mom opened the door and stood behind it out of sight of prying eyes, I kissed her quickly on the lips, then left making my way to the cab. My journey to college was uneventful and having settled in the dorm on campus I checked my computer for messages, as expected the very first one was from mom, it read.
Darling I hope you arrived safely and have settled in ok. You leaving that way made our parting unbearable I was heartbroken never having been parted from you like this before. I returned to my bed and spent most of the day in bed continually sobbing. There were things that I wanted to say to you but everything went by so quickly I never got the chance. Please write soon as you can.
I love you.
Mom.
I spent the next day meeting other students, getting indoctrinated and finding my way around the college. In the evening I replied to mom's email.
My sweetest mom
I was sorry to hear that you were so upset at my leaving but I hope you feel a little better now. I also wished to say things to you that have been on my mind for a while now, but I'm not too sure that you would want to hear them. It's possible they may upset you and perhaps damage our relationship forever, because they are rather personal to both of us.
I love you too.
Mike
I was surprised that it took several days before mom replied to my email. It was obvious that she was considering what she should say or do about my suggestive email. It was her last paragraph that really caught my attention with all before just a preamble to the main purpose of her email.
My dearest darling
You could never upset me no matter what you say to me, neither could I let it damage our relationship. In fact I would beg you to tell me what's on your mind so that we could clear the air and have a better understanding of each other, no matter what it is. I am concerned that you may also become upset on the things that I wish to say to you, because they are not the things that a mother would normally say to her son. Please write back soon.
I love you no matter what.
Mom
Well that gave me some confidence that she would pretty much accept what I say to her, not necessarily agree with what I'm saying, but not take offence. In fact she asked me to tell her my thoughts. In my reply I decided to bring the subject to the fore and place it in the first paragraph to make it our main and most important topic of conversation.
Sweetheart
I know exactly how you feel, needing to say something which you cannot know how it will be received, because I would be saying things to you which would be considered inappropriate. I felt exactly the same, way until you put my mind at ease when you said that whatever I said, you would not get upset, then asked me to tell you what is on my mind. I am of the same opinion as you, please be open with me, say what you like, I will not judge you and I really want to hear your thoughts.
The rest of the email was small talk, telling her how I spend my days at college, about the other students that I have met and those in my dorm, what I thought of the lecturers and such like. Mom also made our discussions a priority making it the first paragraph of her email in which she introduced a new subject which surprised and embarrassed me.
My dearest darling.
Thank you for giving me this opportunity to be open with you and to say the things I have only dreamt about saying to you. A couple of weeks before you left for college I was tidying up your bedroom and found a box of condoms and a document, well a story really, of a son making love to his mother. I read the story several times and wondered if you fantasized about me in that way. That morning you left for college when you took me in your arms, kissed me and put your hand on my breast I realized that you are in love me, and that our relationship is changing because I am also in love with you.
Mother went on to tell me about her life in general and how lonely she was in my absence and how she was counting down the days until we can see each other again. I really didn't know what to say to her after the bombshell she dropped on me, all I could think of was she must have been devastated when she first read the mother and son story and found the condoms. I had forgotten that was the original reason I put them in my drawer, so she could find them, and make something happen. Well it happened alright. In my reply I said.
My darling Gwen
At last I can openly declare my love for you and ecstatic that you feel the same about me and that we can openly share our thoughts without any recrimination. I love you and the only way that I could find pleasure and be close to you was to pleasure myself using your panties or bra. I would lie on your bed fantasizing that we were together making love. I put the mother and son story in my drawer to show you how I felt about you not expecting you to read it or challenge me on it, but I'm glad to did, since we both now know each other's feelings. I would like to know what you thought about the story, and possibly the subject in general. The Christmas break will soon be here and I hope you're as excited to see me as I am to see you.
Love you forever.
Mike
Well I thought that about covered everything that is until I received her next email.
My dearest darling Mike.
You have no idea just how much I've missed you and want you back in my life again. As for the story, since reading that one I have read quite a few more and have learnt much from them. For me the story you left was the most exciting of all, and I think I would like to be treated how that son treats his mother. As for the subject I think we were already heading in that direction well that's how it seems to me, and now you have confirmed my wildest dream. Darling we are approaching Christmas and it can't come quick enough for me.
I love you.Gwen
Sweetheart.
You say you would like to be treated like the son in the story treats his mother, but in the story sometimes he ties his mother to the bed and occasionally spanks her, is that how you would like to be treated. I'm looking forward to hearing your reply.
Love.
Mike.
Darling
Everything about our new relationship and how we treat each other is down to you really. If you would like to try something new, a little out of the ordinary, I'm quite willing to try it, what happens after remains to be seen. Have you heard when they are releasing you to come home?
With high expectations.
Gwen
My love
The earliest I can get away is late Friday afternoon which means if I leave then I won't be home until the early hours of the morning, that's if there is are no delays. Other than that I can catch and early flight Saturday morning and be home late afternoon. What do you think?
I'm so looking forward to seeing you.
Mike.
Darling.
Don't you dare wait until Saturday before coming home, you leave Friday night and I'll be up waiting for you. By the time you get here I may be asleep on the sofa but I will certainly be up waiting. If I am asleep, just knock your mother up (that could be quite nice.)
See you soon darling.
Gwen
It was about 2.00 a.m. when the cab pulled up outside the house. Having previously phoned mom from the airport to let her know that I had landed, she must have been watching out for us as because it took her only seconds to open the front door. She looked fantastic wearing a shorter than usual forest green skirt with the hem just below knee level. Her cream sweater was unusually tight, with the outline of her half cup bra clearly showing. We were both slightly nervous and excited at the same time, but mom's excitement showed because the top of her breasts could be seen quivering beneath her sweater.
She waited until I was inside the house and the door shut before throwing her arms around my neck. I grabbed her and pulled her close, kissing her passionately on the lips, while pressing our bodies hard against each other. Mom moaned into my mouth as I squeezed her breast, it felt soft and warm with her nipple hardening and becoming more prominent. Five minutes our passionate reunion lasted behind the front door before she said.
"Darling follow me upstairs, drop your stuff off in your bedroom then come to bed, or would you prefer to have something to eat or a drink first?"
"Let's go to bed, I had something to eat at the airport while waiting for my flight."
Mom carried on walking to her bedroom while I dropped my bags off in mine, and sorted out a few things giving her time to get undressed and get into bed. Thinking sufficient time had lapsed I continued my way to her bedroom. I expected her to be in bed but she was just standing in front of the mirror, whiling away the time. She looked at me.
"Would you like to undress me or just watch?"
"Definitely undress you."
She moved in front of me, placed both her arms around my waist, rested the side of her face against my shoulder and pulled herself tight up against me.
"Did you know this is my first time in twenty years?"
"I thought it might be, but thank you for telling me. I wish I could say that I was experienced but I can't. Are you ready?"
"Just give me a minute with you like this first."
I bent down and kissed on the forehead, she raised her head, I kissed her on the lips. She stepped back and raised her arms and waited for me to pull the sweater up and off over her head. The bottom half of her breasts were tucked into a light blue satin bra, a bra that I had never seen before. For me there was something about satin lingerie which I found very arousing. I asked her to turn around to face the mirror then slipped my arms around her, I cradled the lower half of her breasts in my hands and squeezed, so I could enjoy the feel of the satin. After a while I reverted to bouncing them up and down so that I could watch those fleshy globes wobble about in those satin half cups. Occasionally I would lightly slap them as I stroked my hands across the top half of her breasts, to encourage ripples to flow through them. I was surprised at just how soft and silky they were to the touch. Mom turned around to face me, she smiled as I lifted my gaze from her breasts to her face; there were tears in her eyes.
"Are you okay?"
"I am, it's just that it has been so long since I've been in this situation with someone who has been this gentle with me."
I reached behind her to unhook the clasp of her bra, then watched it slip down her arms, to fall on the floor. Her breasts were magnificent, large almost conical, with only a very slight sag. Her large nipples were standing out proud, begging to be touched. They swayed left and right as I rubbed the palm of my hand across them.
"Gwen your tits are beautiful."
She averted her gaze from me, lowering her head, I didn't know whether she was embarrassed at what I said or was checking out her own breasts. Turning her back around to face the mirror, I stood behind wrapping my arms around her to cradle her breasts in my hands. I bounced them up and down, swung them from side to side then Gwen brought her hands up and began stroking the top of her breasts before placing her hands over mine to feel and squeeze her own nipples.
"Darling do you really think they're beautiful."
"Well look at them, don't you, they're fantastic? Sweetheart you continue to hold them while I undo your skirt."
I turned her to face me then unhooked the clasp securing the waist band of her skirt, finally lowering the side zip positioned over her hip. Kneeling down in front of her I eased the skirt down over her hips and supported her as she stepped out of it. Her satin panties matched her bra. I rubbed the back of my fingers along the crotch of her panties, using my knuckles to press the soggy satin into the slit of her pussy. Slipping my arms around her I stroked and grabbed the cheeks of her ass and pulled her close, burying my nose in the slit formed by her panties.
"Michael what do you think you are doing?"
I looked up. "I'm getting your scent, later I will get to taste you."
"Oh Michael."
I tucked my fingers into the waist band of her panties and pulled them down over her knees, down to her ankles where I assisted her to step out of them. Mom was now standing before me naked, with me kneeling at her feet. She didn't seem self-conscious although I was staring straight at her pussy. I leaned in and kissed her, then stood back up and pulled her close and kissed her again.
"Oh Gwen you are beautiful, would you like to undress me."
"No, I think I've dressed and undressed you enough over the past years, I'll just climb into bed and watch you."
I waited until she was settled, then stood as close to the bed as I could, while I undressed. Naked, I stood in front of her for about a minute giving her a chance to check me out, before crawling in beside her. Mom wrapped her arms around me and began to kiss me, I pulled her closer and return her kisses. We laid cuddled up naked together, kissing and touching for quite a while, sensitive to each other's needs.
I was whispering sweet nothings in her ear telling her how beautiful she was, and how much I loved her and what a sexy woman she was. I became curious why she was allowing her son to have sex with her. If she picked a younger than herself I could understand, but her son. It's not as though its normal practice, it happens, yes, but I would never have believed she would ever have allowed it. I needed to know why.
"Sweetheart why are you allowing me to love you this way, you must have had many offers from men over the years, women to, I wouldn't be at all surprised."
"Darling, as a mother I love my son, as a woman I am in love with the man. You have always been kind and gentle towards me and I totally trust you. You are tall and handsome and I love the way you look at me. You are continually checking me out watching my breasts as they bounce around under my clothes and looking up my skirt whenever the opportunity arises. I know that you lust after me and want to look at and use my body, and I want the same, for you to look at and use my body. I want you as much as you want me. We need to talk about our new relationship, our previous mother and son relationship no longer exists, and I would like to know how you see our new relationship developing. I am much older than you and we can never present ourselves as a couple, not unless we move far away from here. What I would like to know, is this a fling or until death do us part?"
"Provided you can keep me interested I was thinking until death do us part."
"And what do you mean by keeping you interested?"
"Keeping yourself attractive and adventurous in bed."
"If you want me to wear sexy frilly lingerie and mini-skirts then you will have to take me shopping to pick what you would like me to wear. But I tell you this when we go out together the skirt will not be ridiculously short, so we had better settle on the length. Inside the house is a different matter, it can be as short as you like, I won't even wear a skirt if that's your pleasure."
I kissed and told her that letting me pick her clothes sounded perfect. She told me that there was a lot more she wished to discuss with me so I told her to go ahead and let's get it all out in the open. Mom started talking about my story and condoms she found in my drawer.
"Darling it was a bit of a shock when I found the story and condoms in your night stand drawer, but after reading the story several times I became intrigued and started looking at the site for other stories. Then I started looking at other sites and found one publishing true stories. All the stories have similar themes running through them, which is not surprising really, however it makes me wonder which of the themes you like to practice? Before you answer I have other questions for you. As I told you since reading the story from your night stand I've read quite a few others. It seems that the young men in the stories like to hear their mother talking dirty to them and they in turn talk dirty to their mothers. I just wondered darling if that is something you would like to do and hear from me, providing it is just confined to the bedroom?"
"Yes sweetheart that's exactly what I would like, however our love making may not just be confined to the bedroom, so if we say it is confined to our love making that would be fine with me."
"In the story the mother allows her son to put his hand inside her bra any time he wants to? She also allows him to stand behind her, lift up her skirt and put his hands inside her panties to slip his fingers inside her, again any time he desires. Is that something you would like to do to me, just stop what I'm doing so you can play with my body? Then there is the oral sex, I expect you would like me to perform on you and let you cum in my mouth but would you perform on me and let me cum on your tongue?"
"You can cum on my tongue anytime and I would certainly like to cum in your mouth also I'd like to fuck your tits and cum all over them."
"Never mind my tits it getting late or should I say early, so let's finish up this night and get some sleep but first I'm ready for you to fuck me. Come on darling make love to me, but please be gentle it been many years since I've been with a man."
"Should I wear a condom or can I cum inside you?"
"Darling you can cum inside me I've been on the pill for about six weeks."
I slipped my fingers inside her pussy to see if she was ready to accept me, only to discover she was more than ready. Trying not to crush her, I slid over her taking my weight on my forearms while I encouraged her to take my cock and slip it inside her. Slowly but surely I began to work myself back and forth. Taking the weight off my forearms, I lowered my body down onto her body, crushing her tits between us. She reacted by wrapping her arms and legs around me and pulling me tight against her. Gwen moaned as my lips pressed against hers, and felt my tongue filling her mouth. For several minutes I gently eased myself back and forth inside her listening to her erratic breathing, groaning and whispering obscenities in my ear.
"Oh darling that's fucking lovely, oh my darling look at my tits flopping back and forth, hold them, squeeze them hard. Oh Michael I can feel your cock moving inside me. Do it harder and faster come on fuck mommy harder, oh my god I'm going to cum."
It was Saturday midday when I woke still spooning mom as she slept. My hand was clamped across her tits and her hand was clamped over mine. My morning erection was lying along the crack between the cheeks of her ass. She woke and half turned towards me as I pushed myself against her and squeezed her tits.
"Darling are you going to make love to me again?"
"I will after I've tasted your body."
I move down the bed slightly and watch the waves spread across her tits like the ripples on a pond as I continually tapped them, then applied numerous kisses before sucking her nipples. Gradually I made my way kissing and nipping her flesh almost until I reached her pussy.
"Come on Gwen spread your legs so I can get between them."
"Darling that's not necessary, are you sure?"
"Please, just ease back a little and open your legs, there's a good girl."
Once she had settled, with her back propped up on a pillow, I climbed between her legs. I dragged my nose followed by my tongue along the entrance of her pussy. Mom moaned as I flicked my tongue in and out of that well lubricated love box. Gwen sounded as though she was in pain when I transferred my attention to her clitoris, licking it and scrapping my teeth over it, while working her off with two fingers.
"Oh darling your father never touched me this way or made me feel like this."
"Are you enjoying me doing this to you, and would you like me to do more of it?"
"I am darling, I want more, lots more."
I continued performing oral sex on her for another ten minutes or so listening to her moans and groans until she began to squirm and hump my face.
"Darling I'm cumming, oh fuck, oh god, for fuck sake don't stop, oh god that's it that's it, that's fucking it."
I tried to stay with her as best I could but she arched her body high off the bed, although she did manage to squirt something on my tongue. Even before she had time to recover I moved back up level with her planting light kisses on her lips and stroking, squeezing and lightly slapping her breasts to watch them wobble and shake. As my hand slid down her body and my fingers slipped into her pussy she placed her arms around me and pulled me on top of her.
"Fuck me darling."
I was on top of her, forcing her back down onto the bed, fucking the hell out of her. Gwen was cursing me in between her grunts and moans, which encouraged me to fuck her that much harder. It didn't take long for me to cum, then I just collapsed on top of her. We laid there quietly for a while until she started stroking my head telling me I was a great lover. Some fifteen minutes later we were kissing again, our lips soft against each other's, our hands gently seeking out the pleasure zones of the others body. Gwen took hold of her tits and stretched them up towards me.
"Come on darling, take me in your mouth and suck mommy's tits."
Eventually we had satisfied ourselves sexually and decided it was time we showered. Although we showered together and partially washed each other, our love making was briefly put on hold. I sat on the bed and watched mom as she performed her dressing routine only this time she went braless while she wore a tight fitting white 'T' shirt. It was one of the most erotic sights I have ever seen, with her nipples clearly defined beneath the fabric as her tits flopped about.
Later that afternoon when we were downstairs I stood behind her and lifted up her skirt, slipped my hands inside her panties.
"I wasn't expecting you to do that quite so soon, so what do you want?"
"I want us to lie on the sofa together."
She took my hand and we wandered across and she stretch out on the sofa and waited for me to lie beside her. We laid there kissing and cuddling, my hand on clamped on her breast, initially on the outside of her 'T' shirt. I was telling her how beautiful she was and how much I loved her, when out of the blue she asked me about the girls at college. Obviously there was a purpose to her question, perhaps she has a jealous streak within her and wanted to know if I played around.
"Darling do you have a girlfriend at college?"
"I have friends that are girls, but no girlfriend not in the sense you mean."
"Don't you go out with girls then?"
"Yes I go out with girls, there's is a group of us boys and girls we go out together in a crowd. You need not concern yourself, believe me you have no competition, especially with these."
By that time I was fondling her breasts inside her 'T' shirt, and preparing to slip my hand up beneath her skirt. We spent the whole afternoon making out and pleasuring each other.
On the Sunday afternoon two weeks before I was due to return to college. We were downstairs when I crept up behind her, lifted her skirt, slipped my hands inside her panties and rubbed her pussy.
"Would you like me on the sofa again darling?"
"Not this time I want you upstairs on our bed naked."
Gwen put her arms around my neck and kissed me.
"You are a naughty, we only made love this morning."
I followed her upstairs and watched as she undressed then lie on the bed. Once she had settled down I began to open and shut her drawers.
"Michael what are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for your stockings so I can tie you to the bed."
"They're in the drawer to the right." She sniggered.
I tied the stockings to her wrist and ankles, then ensuring she was spread eagled, tied her to the bed frame.
"Darling aren't you going to undress?"
"No I'm not finished yet, I'm going to blindfold you."
"No don't do that."
She was now in a position where she could no longer stop me from blindfolding her. She watched me open a new pack of stockings, on I wrapped around her eyes, securing it with the second which I tied. Then I waited. Mom started to get impatient.
"Michael what are you doing?"
"Looking out the window."
"What are you looking out the window for?"
"I'm watching for Pete he should be here any second. You've heard me talk about Pete the English guy I befriended at college."
"No you've never mentioned him to me. You had better untie me, you can't leave me like this."
"Oh here he comes I'll go down and open the door."
"Michael you untie me first. Please Michael don't leave me like this."
I went down and opened the door.
"Hi Pete, you found us ok."
"Hello Mike, did you manage it?"
"Follow me and see for yourself."
"Fuck me Mike you did it, and a blindfold. Did she do it willingly?"
"Yep couldn't get undressed quick enough."
"You said she was begging for it, did you shag her the first night?"
"I did."
"She certainly is beautiful, and look at those knockers I can't wait to get my cock between them, and that cunt looks so juicy."
"Careful what you're saying Pete."
"Michael stop this at once and get rid of your foul mouth friend."
"Listen doll you speak when you're fucking spoken to and not before, so now you're going to get your tits slapped to remind you of your position. If you continue to ignore me I shall shove my cock up your ass."
"Pete that's a bit much, go careful."
"Go careful, look she loves it, the fucking slag. It's time I got undressed and shot my load up her. Mike you can sit in the chair and watch. There you go doll can you feel my cock between your tits? It feels good to me although I think we need some lube. Let's see if that cunt juice is ready, god it is, it's pouring out let's get your tits and my cock all lubed up. That's it now suck my fingers clean. If I keep fucking your tits I'm going to cum so let's get it inside you, and doll I'm going to kiss you and if you don't respond with some passion I'm going to fucking hurt you."Pete kissed her and she kissed him back, with what looked like passion, although you could see it was put on. However the longer he fucked her the more passionate her kisses became, she began moaning and groaning and pushing herself up to meet him as he slammed into her. Pete whispered things in her ear and she whispered back. In the end Gwen cum first with Pete following a minute or so later after he ignored her pleas for him to stop. Pete got Gwen to suck his cock clean, he dressed, then bent over her and kissed her goodbye and told her she was one hell of a fuck. Mike and Pete went downstairs where Mike opened the door for Pete and they said their goodbyes.
Mike went back upstairs and climbed on the bed beside his mother, of course she wasn't too happy with Mike, knowing he set her up and breaking any trust she ever had in him.
"You bastard I want you out of my bedroom and out of my life, you never loved me all you wanted was to use me like a whore, just to fuck me like you would any other casual female acquaintance."
"I would be careful what you say mom, you are still bound and blindfolded and I could walk out and leave you like it."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Let's say I wanted to fuck you, I'm pretty sure I would know what your answer would be right now, but I wonder what it would be, say in two hours if I leave you like this?"
"Go to hell."
I walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs leaving her tied up and blindfolded. I could hear her talking, thinking I was still in the bedroom with her. She began calling out but I just ignored her. Two hours later I went back up-stairs to find out if she was still of the same mind.
"How do you feel now have you had a change of heart?"
"Please Michael untie me I'll let you have sex with me, if that's what you want."
I removed her blindfold and untied her wrists and ankles and she just lie there saying nothing. Slipping in beside her I leaned over and kissed her from which I hardly received any response. There was little change in her attitude when I fondled her breasts and pleasured her with my hand although her body was telling me something different. I maneuvered myself on top and slipped into her, she lie there saying nothing. Placing my lips close to her ear I whispered something which she immediately recognized and responded by throwing her arms around my neck and apologizing profusely, before showering me with kisses.
The following Saturday evening just before we were about to go to bed mom surprised me.
"Darling I don't want you sleeping with me tonight I want Pete to spend the night with me."
"Pete, are you sure? You know what he's like, if you spend the night with him anything can happen and your certainly have to wear something very sexy.
"I know and I am sure."
"Okay you get ready for bed and I'll get him."
Twenty minutes later Pete walked into Gwen's bedroom and closed the door behind him, she was already in bed.
"Hello doll, Mike said you asked for me and you will be wearing a sexy nightdress. How am I supposed to see it when you're tucked beneath the fucking bedclothes? Get out of bed and come around my side while I get undressed."
"Pete what's the wooden spoon and cucumber for?"
"We'll get to that later. Do you remember what I whispered to you last time?"
"Yes you asked me if I would like your cock shoved up my ass."
"And your reply?"
"Yes please."
"Well tonight that's exactly what is going to happen, after we have had some fun first. That certainly is a sexy silk nightdress and it enhances the looks of your knockers. Look at those fucking nipples sticking out, they must be at least three quarters of an inch long. We can have some fun with them tonight."
"Ouch, ouch, what's that for?"
"What's up doll? That was just a gentle nipple tap with the spoon. If you're going to complain about those sort of love taps we had better get you used to them. Let me sit on the bed, now come and stand in front of me, turn sideways and bend over."
"Why should I bend over?"
"Because doll I'm going to give you a love tap on each cheek with the spoon now fucking bend over."
"Ouch, ouch, that was no tap, that bloody hurt."
"Well perhaps in future you'll do what I ask without complaining."
Pete grabbed the top of her night dress and wrenched it down tearing the spaghetti straps from the bodice, at the same time bringing Gwen down to kneel in front of him, only to grab her tits while she was off balance.
"You know doll these are really beautiful knockers and your nipples are magnificent, did you massage them a lot when you were growing up?"
It took Gwen a few seconds to regain her balance and composure.
"No they developed like this when I was pregnant."
"Well I think they need a little more developing."
"Ouch, do you have to squeeze and tug them so hard?"
"Of course I do, how are we going to make them bigger if I don't fucking stretch them? Now stand up, remove your nightdress, face me and spread your legs."
"You're not going to put that spoon inside me?"
"Of course not I'm just going to ease your lips apart a little. That's it, now kneel down between my legs, wrap those beautiful knockers around my cock and fucking pleasure me."
For several minutes Gwen bounced her tits up and down, with Pete's cock trapped between them.
"That's enough if we keep on like that I'm going to cum all over them. I think it's time we got in the bed."
Once in bed Pete grabbed her and pulled her close and half leaning over her began to kiss her. Gwen responded to his advances as they lay there kissing while Pete massaged her tits. Pete kissed his way down to her nipple and began to suck the wrinkled nub. He slipped his hands between her legs and began to insert his fingers, one, two, three, eventually managing to insert his fist. All the time he continued to suck her nipples and scrap his teeth over them. Gwen complained that he was making her nipples sore; so he changed position and straddled her. Grabbing her nipples he rolled them, squeezed them and twisted them between his finger and thumb then he smashed her tits together, like a musician clashing two symbols together. Finally he pulled them causing Gwen to cry out as he stretched them as far as they would go as if they were elastic bands. All the time he was pouring abuse on her calling her a whore, and complaining about her body, saying that her tits weren't big enough and he would remedy that. Finally he made her kneel on the bed with her ass in the air.
Gwen anticipated Pete's intentions by handing him a tube of lube. "Please use this."
"You want me to squirt this up your ass?"
"Yes."
Gwen felt a cold sensation as the lube squirted up inside her, then she felt Pete ease his finger inside her gradually expanding her sphincter until he could insert two fingers. He was ready, she was ready, moving close behind her he positioned his cock at the entrance to her asshole and eased himself in. Gwen whimpered as he slowly, little by little pushed himself all the way in.
"There you are doll you took that like a pro. God look at those knockers the way they are hanging down they're even more spectacular."
As Pete started to move back and forth inside her he leaned across her back, grabbed and squeezed both tits before capturing and pulling on both nipples as if to milk her. Gwen complained that he was hurting her until he picked up the spoon and began to smack her tits and nipples with it. Finally the whole sexual thing got too much for him and he shot his load inside her, and collapsed across her back exhausted. Gradually nature took her revenge as he became flaccid and slipped from her. Pete rolled over onto his back and lay there, while Gwen went to the bathroom to clean herself, bringing back a wet cloth and towel to wash her lover. After, she moved beside him, propping herself up on one arm while she used the other hand to manipulate her breast rubbing her nipple along his lips. Four times Pete fucked her that night, finally Pete said.
"Spread your fucking legs."
"Oh Pete what are you doing, oh god that feels so good, god keep going, that's so nice, so nice, oh darling kiss me, kiss my tits and suck my nipples."
She arched her body high off the bed in the throes of ecstasy, it wasn't that long before she screamed she was cumming and went into a type of convulsive state before sinking back into the bed. As she laid there Pete whispered in her ear.
Sunday afternoon mom and I were lying on the sofa, the front of her blouse was wide open and she wasn't wearing a bra and my hand was up her skirt.
"Darling about last night, you don't have to pretend to be someone else to use mommy like that. Michael, just be yourself why would you want to do that? You can do or say anything you like to me, think of me as your sex slave. I love you darling all I want is for you to enjoy me."
"Well I thought you might like to fantasize that you were being fucked by two younger men."
"Or was it your fantasy that you were fucking a friend's mother, either way I'm happy what you decide."
"I think we'll keep Pete around for a while to see how it turns out, we can always kill him off later. So tonight I want you to wear one of your satin bras so I can cum in it when I fuck your tits. I want you to wear it all night and tomorrow morning I want you to give me a blow job and let me come in your mouth."
"Yes darling anything you ask."
With two days to go before returning to college, and having been out for most of the day, I was sitting in the chair in the evening, after dinner, feeling sorry for myself. I was miserable and unhappy about leaving mom on her own. Gwen who I noticed had be watching me, stood up came across and stood in front of me.
"Darling what's wrong I sense that you are unhappy, is it me, have you lost interest in me?"
"No it's not you, just the opposite, these past few weeks have been so great that I'm thinking about dropping out of college and staying here with you. The thought of going back is so depressing, and you didn't want me to leave in the first place."
"Michael, you must remain in college. I know I didn't want you to go at first but our circumstances have changed, and so has my mind. Remember the other week when we agreed that the only way we could live publically as man and wife was to move far away. Well that's what I would like, and the only way we are going to be able to move, is if you get a good job, which means you need to get qualifications. It doesn't matter how many years it takes, in the end I want to be known as your wife."
She held out her hand.
"Come on darling, it's time to go upstairs."
Jokingly I said. "Are you taking me to bed mommy?" You know what they say about many a true word spoken in jest.
"Eventually darling."
I was puzzled by her comment but never said anything. She just took my hand and led me upstairs, into the spare bedroom where the old massage table had been set up beside the bed. The table was covered in towels. Gwen reached out and turned on a heater containing a bottle of massage oil.
"Now you sit on the bed, and mommy will be back in couple of minutes'
When she returned she was wearing an almost transparent white silk blouse, worn without a bra, together with a very short pleated white mini-skirt. Beneath she wore thigh high stockings, held up by a white satin garter belt, and occasionally as she moved around I could make out the tiniest butterfly thong. She stood in front of me and unbuttoned her blouse.
"Stand up darling, let mommy undress you."
I stood there not saying a word, I never mention the fact that she kept referring to herself as mommy. I tried to look non-committal although it was obvious I was aroused. Which was understandable with her standing practically naked before me. I made no attempt to prevent her from undressing me, with my arousal persisting, probably because Gwen was rubbing against my more sensitive parts. I couldn't take my eyes off her just watching the movements of her body as she bent down to pick up my clothes.
I was completely aroused when she asked me to lie on the massage table. She poured the pleasantly perfumed massage oil into her hand then spread it across my chest before teasingly rubbing the warm oil the whole length of my body. As she bent over her breasts dangled down between the open front of her blouse slipping and sliding over my oily chest.
My eyes closed as she began to massage me, my excitement increased as she totally dominated me. I was unable to control myself, as her breasts continually slipped across my cock, causing me to shoot semen everywhere, mainly over her blouse and breasts. Gwen scolded me.
"Look what you've done you naughty boy it's gone all over mommy's blouse and my chest and now it's dripping down onto mommy's skirt. Now I'll have to take them both off."
I watch her breasts as they hung down through the front of her blouse, swinging around as she fumbled to remove her skirt. Why I never tried to make a grab for them, I'll never know; I just laid there and stared at them. Having removed her skirt and blouse she poured more warmed oil into her hand, then working in circles gradually rubbed the oil into my chest. I watched as her breasts swayed hypnotically, back and forth.
Gwen moved round to the head of the table her stomach pressed against the top of my head. Stretching across me she continued to massage my chest. Working in circles, mom deliberately avoided touching my nipples, although occasionally she would flick one. I tried to capture one of her oily nipples in my mouth as they brushed across my face.
Several times a little extra oil was needed to prevent possible friction burns, while she worked her way down my body, dwelling at various pressure points. Teasingly, mom bypassed my groin area and began massaging my upper thighs; I became immensely frustrated as she ignored my pride and joy. Having completed the massage, mom leant over and whispered in my ear that I should go and get in mommy's bed and that she would follow shortly.
When mom eventually slipped into bed, she pulled me close, and held out her breast allowing me to draw her nipple into my mouth. As I suckled, mom told me what a good boy I was, how cleaver I am, and all the pleasures I gave her, and that she loves me dearly.
"I am a desperate, insecure, older woman that needs to be made passionate love to, and would be devastated and inconsolable; if you failed to take me as your wife. I want to stand in front of my husband, naked, while you have me commit sexual acts while you use my body to pleasure yourself."
Time didn't exist while lying in bed together playing mother and son, neither did it stand still, nor did it go by fast. We were in a little universe of our own where the two of us never aged and were never young; we were, infinite. It was a feeling like no other, I can't explain what it felt like, but it was wonderfully exciting, extreme love and passion, it could never end. I had no idea how much time had passed, it seemed like hours.
"Come darling, it's time to fuck mommy."
I released her breast, moved up, wrapped my arms around her and we kissed. Our passion exploded until we couldn't hold out any longer, with mom encouraging me to make love. The clock said 01:23 a.m.
When I awoke the next morning, we were still locked in an embrace. Gwen was already awake watching me.
"Good morning darling, how do you feel?" I smiled.
"Great."
"Do you feel less stressed this morning?"
"Is that what last night was all about?"
"Partly."
We started kissing, so before it went too far, because it was obvious how it was going to end, Gwen asked if there was anything she could do for me.
"Let me cum in your mouth."
She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me, before moving down my body, not a forceful passionate kiss, it was gentle and tender with our lips hardly making contact. The softness of her lips as she massaged my manhood was in the same vein as her kiss, slow, gentle, tender and long lasting. I pressed my hand against her body tracing the contours of her tits, finally wrapping both hands around them. Mom had come to enjoy me squeezing her big tits and twisting her nipples. I watch as her head bobbed up and down, her lips feeling silky smooth against the roughness of her tongue as it glided across the more sensitive areas of my cock. Gwen started gagging as the increased sensations encouraged me to force myself deeper down her throat, until I cum in her mouth. It wasn't long after that I pulled her back so that I could suck, nip and scrape her nipples with my teeth. Gwen, with my face pressed against her tits, and my tongue flicking across her nipple, stroked the back of my head. What a domestic scene we made, with me snuggled up against mother, being breast fed.
After I graduated from college I spent two years working for a local company. My salary certainly eased our financial constraints with mom able to purchase a few new clothes and have her hair done on a regular basis. During my time with the company I successfully headed up a number of small projects. One day I was called into the managing partner's office and told that I was to head up a team to negotiate a very important merger which would have important financial advantages for both companies. My position with the company was not at a grade where I would be expected to have this responsibility. What made things worse was two managers, several grades higher than I, were seconded to the team under my authority. The situation went from bad to worse when my opposite number on the opposing team was at director level.
We got to a point in the negotiations where we were at stalemate, it was an important point, because it decided which of the companies would be the lead company and headquarters, and neither of us would give ground. In the end I instructed my team to collect up their documents and informed my opposite number that the merger would not proceed. Of course the managers on my team didn't agree and would have allowed the other company to become the senior company.
The following day I was called into the managing partner's office.
Mr. Williams didn't look very happy. "Who gave you authority to cancel the merger?"
"You did sir when you appointed me as team leader."
"Well I've had their chairman on the phone most of the night telling me what was going on and the differences of opinion. Do you think that you ought to return to the table and be a little more amenable?"
"No sir, what with their team leader and the flack I'm getting from those managers you put on my team I would rather you name some other as team leader, because what you're asking is not in the company's best interest."
"I totally agree and I told their chairman the same thing they either do as you ask or the merger is off."
The merger went ahead, I got a promotion and a substantial raise. Three weeks later I received a letter from a large well known company across country with a job offer. A managerial position with a salary three times my present one. Gwen and I discussed the possibility of moving, after all, this is the type of future we planned for.
"Darling everything sounds great, but they are bound to ask for your marital status, what will you tell them?"
"Well, I've been thinking about that. At the interview if they ask me, I will tell them that I am living with an older woman, and our wedding is planned to take place in eight weeks. That gives us a month for them to arrange a job interview, for them to make me an offer and for me to accept it. Then we'll need a further month for me to work out my notice, then we take a month off, during which we supposedly get married, have a honeymoon, and make our moving arrangements. What do you think, that way we will be married, or so they will think, when we arrive and I start work."
I attended an interview and was told that I was the only applicant for the position having been recommended, by whom they wouldn't say. The terms were very generous and they accepted my time scale of three months before joining them. This is because I would have to wait for their offer in writing, then to give my current employer a month's notice, finally to carry through with our marriage arrangements which they believed were already in place. The offer included them initially renting a house with the offer for us to rent on a permanent basis, or purchase outright.
The two weeks before we moved I took mom out shopping to spend my final two months increased salary on a practically new wardrobe for her. Over the past two years mom's taste in clothes had change partly influenced by me. Mom's skirts and dresses hemlines had risen slightly although not quite as high as I hoped. We discussed hem lengths with the sales person in the high couture department store we visited. We agreed that general day dresses and skirts would be at knee length and just a couple of dresses and skirts a little higher, some two inches above the knee. Our purchases also included lingerie and nightgowns. All the garments were mainly designer clothes of superior quality fabrics than we could previously afford. And so our preparation to move was complete.
Standing in its own grounds, our four bedroom house, one of the smaller properties in the area, was located in an avenue of trees. We pulled onto the drive which was large enough to park four cars.
"Darling this is great, is it the house we're renting with the option to buy?"
"It is."
"Then let's buy it and you did say that with your salary I needn't to go to work?"
"Yes I did."
"Then I want a baby."
Our daughter was born eleven months later. What with Pete's regular visits we couldn't be sure who the father was, so we named her Michelle Petra. Sunday mornings the three of would remain in bed together for most of the morning, when I would make love to mom, after which she would breast feed both of her baby's while I pleasured her with my fingers.
As time passed we presented a facade of a normal family, whatever a normal family is.
The End