After my sister Janey got married, I felt as if I'd gone ten rounds with something much bigger and stronger than I was. I know I was supposed to be happy for her, and in a way I was, but the selfish part, which I certainly have enough of, was feeling sorry for me.
The most absurd aspect was that it seemed as if we were just finding each other. We were always friends, and close, but I started feeling as if I loved her, and then it was over before I really got a chance to do much about it. Do you know how hard it is to find the right person? Of course you do; we all do. It kept going around in my head, 'How many chances do you think you get?'
I guess to Janey it was something like playing 'Doctor.' But with her turning nineteen and me ten months younger, we were a little old for that, and that's why I thought it was more. We made out a few times and touched each other off once; a few weeks later she says she's getting married. Not that I didn't know that she and Rick were thinking about it, but I thought since we...I don't know what I thought.
So I was left in a house with a mother I never got along with. The only thing we shared was our discomfort with each other. We were oil and water. Janey had been the peacemaker and usually kept us from each other's throat. Strangely, after she moved out, there didn't seem to be anything worth arguing about, so a stony cold silence prevailed.
That's why the first meaningful conversation between mom and me came as a bolt from the blue. We'd both just gotten home from work. She didn't even start with 'Hello.' She said, "I know about you and Jane." I just looked at her and I could feel my fury starting to build. She said, "I heard you when I came home early one day...before she got married."
I said, "So who cares when you came home, or what you heard, or what you think you know. You don't know anything and you never did. So what, now you want to give me a lecture? Like I care what you think..."
She didn't rise to the bait; she was very quiet when she said, "Michael, it's not like that, I'm not judging you, I just want to know about my daughter...how something like that could happen...if it was because of me...and if it's something that could ruin her marriage."
"Sure, you're not judging, not much. You just want to know if you did something to make that terrible thing happen. Well, rest easy mom, it had nothing to do with you, it had to do with us, and I'm sorry to say that what you think happened, didn't. We didn't sleep together, so no need for melodrama. Okay? You happy? Now get off my case."
She said, "Michael, you're both my children, I just want to understand..."
I said, "Just let it alone mom, will you?" A look came over her and for a moment she seemed emotionally overwhelmed. That didn't happen very often.
It softened me and I said, "We were just fooling around, it was nothing."
She wouldn't let it go and said, "I only listened for two minutes before I left, and I know it wasn't nothing."
I didn't feel the need to explain so I said, "Fine."
Mom said, "Just tell me why Michael."
I didn't want to argue anymore and I said, "I think I loved her, but it was a one way street. Can you understand that?"
Mom was quiet and then said, "Oh. Yes I can understand that."
I didn't care what my mother thought, but somehow the intimacy of that conversation eased some of the tension between us, and we started talking to each other more. Nothing earth-shaking, just stuff about our jobs and what was going on in the world. I had wanted to move out after I graduated high school but Janey convinced me that we would all be better off if we pooled our money and shared expenses until we could save enough. She was right, so I stayed. But with her gone, I didn't know if I could do it anymore. Not that I had any desire to move, because I had no desire to do anything.
So by default I stayed at home almost every night. When my mother started asking me why I didn't go out more, I asked her why she didn't. She shook her head and said, "I've been out enough." I guess she was talking about the parade of boyfriends she'd 'Entertained' after my father left. That went on for a while, but lately, she'd been more like a nun.
I guess we all have a need to be with people and talk, so it was mom and me saying more in a few months to each other than we had over all the years we'd lived together. That includes all the yelling we had done which had disappeared, and now seemed pointless. I couldn't even remember why she used to bother me so much.
Of course we'd never shared much in the way of confidences so I was surprised when one evening she began telling me about all the track and field events she participated in when she was in school. She said, "You probably won't believe this, but I was voted best girl athlete. I hardly believe it myself anymore. I even had a nickname...they called me 'Pinto,' jeez I loved to run, more than anything." She looked far off.
I said, "I have a nickname too mom." She brightened and said, "You do Michael? I didn't know that. What is it?"
I said, "They call me...Mike." We both laughed out loud and our mood lightened enough for me to say, "How about going to Sal's?" That may not sound like much, but we hadn't been out together, even for a pizza, in over a year.
Mom said, "Oh yeah that sounds great, I'm up for a Sicilian pie; and how about the 'Pot of Pasta' also, I'm starved."
I said, "I think we may actually finish it tonight." I didn't remember the last time either of had a solid meal.
When we came home we were almost stuporous from all the food and wine. We sat down to watch TV but before I turned it on mom said, "Michael, can I ask you something about you and Janey?"
I said, "Okay."
She said, "Did you think you were doing something wrong...did that make it exciting?"
I said, "No, that had nothing to do with it, neither of us ever talked about it. It wasn't like it happened in an instant. It happened slowly, we liked each other, we held hands; we had fun. It had just started, and I thought we could have been good together, and right mom, it would have been right...but Janey was somewhere else with the whole thing."
She said, "I'm sorry baby, I can see it hurt you...when I first heard you two, I was so upset, now, I think that if you loved each other, that's all that would have mattered. But we're resilient, take it from me, you get over being hurt, in time."
I might have agreed, but now I don't think it's time that does it. Sometimes something happens in your head, a switch is flipped, or a chemical is released, or a neurotransmitter...does whatever a neurotransmitter does, and for seemingly no reason at all, you feel the weight lifting and you feel a little better. Sometimes you see things in a new way, from a different angle, and that changes your mind, and sometimes your world.
I thought about Janey and the time my only high school girlfriend and me broke up. Janey wouldn't allow me to wallow in the miasma of muck that had infiltrated my brain. She told me things that were the equivalent of a kick in the ass and got me going.
So I listened to her voice. Whatever it was, I began looking at things differently. I tried to take some meaning out of what had happened and I resolved to do things differently. Even though I was putting in overtime at work, I found some hours to serve food at Comfort House, a shelter where Janey had volunteered. She used to ask me to go with her, but I always had an excuse, - they're easy to come by. Doing something meaningful helped me as much as I was helping them.
As the months past, things looked up. I'd gotten a raise and again I thought about moving out. When I told my mother about getting my own place she said, "Could you maybe stay a little longer? Right now I don't think I can do it financially...and I guess I'm not ready to be alone. It's been good being able to talk to you Michael...I mean if you think it's best to go..."
I said, "No mom it's okay, I'll stay." I realized that I'd been enjoying her company too since we'd stopped fighting.
I didn't say that to her but she came up to me and said, "Thank you Michael." She hugged me. It wasn't like the quick perfunctory hug we did once in a while as an obligation, but a full body hug. She felt fragile in my arms, and for the first time I became aware of her body against mine. I liked it, and I didn't like it. She stayed and said, "Thank you," again.
Somewhere it registered that my mother had a good body. I looked at her cleavage and the word 'Creamy' crossed my mind. I didn't know what to do with the thought so I pulled back and said, "It's all good mom. It won't cost as much for either of us...and it's been okay...I mean being home."
She knew what I meant and she smiled. She said, "I'm glad baby." She kissed me on the cheek. That was only the second time I ever remember her calling me 'Baby.'
That night, for the first time, I had clear and present sexual thoughts about my mother. I couldn't help flashing back to the feel of her tits against my chest and her belly up against me. Any negative feelings I'd had earlier dissipated with the rising of my hard-on. I hesitated about touching myself over my mother, but I wanted to. I tried to think about other things, an image of Jane came up, but my thoughts returned to mom.
Before I knew it I'd entered into a fantasy and I was telling my mother to take her dress off. She's shy and reluctant, but I insist. With eyes downcast her dress falls to the floor as if it had never touched her body, and she stood before me in white panties, stockings, and a bra -- it's funny to me now that I created a 'Virginal' mother in my imagination.
I approach her in my fantasy and her eyes remain downcast. I unhook her bra. By then my real hard-on was full blown and I couldn't stop from grabbing it. I imagined taking my mother's big tit in my hand, and with my first stroke down my hardened shaft, I heard a knock on my door and my mother said, "Michael?"
It was as if an electric current went through me. I bolted up in bed, eyes wide, mind flashing confused messages while I felt the sweat surfacing. I managed to say, "Yes?"
Mom said, "Sorry to bother you Michael, I hope you weren't sleeping; can I come in for a minute?"
I thought all kind of things before saying, "Sure." I brought up my legs to conceal my hard-on.
She came in wearing a black nightgown that wasn't see-through, but her curves were well outlined. She said, "Michael, Dana just called and said she couldn't take me to the doctor tomorrow. I need someone to bring me home because they're giving me a sedative before my test. Can you take me? It should only take about an hour."
I said, "No problem; what time?"
She said, "Noon."
I said, "Okay. What's the test?"
She said, "Nothing serious, we can talk tomorrow. Sorry if I disturbed you."
I said, "You didn't; it's fine."
She said, "Okay, I'll see you in the morning, good night."
I said "Night," and she left. The sexual excitement was replaced with concern. I'd never been involved in my mother's life before, but the thought of something happening to her on the heels of losing Janey made me uncomfortable most of the night.
Coming home from the appointment the next day, mom was a bit woozy and quite talky. When I asked her how it went, she said, "The doctor said I'm fine. He doesn't even have to wait for the results, so we can just forget about it. And thank you baby for bringing me, you're a sweet baby."
I laughed and said, "What's all this 'Baby' lately, you never called me that before."
She said, "I always called you baby, always. And then when you were eight and your father left, and I said, 'It's going to be okay baby,' you screamed at me and said, 'Don't call me baby; I'm not your baby.' I can hear you like it just happened."
Her eyes welled up. I thought that maybe she was emotional because of what the doctor had given her. She put her hand on my leg as I drove and said, "I know you blamed me for your father's leaving, but it wasn't my fault Michael, I swear it."
Some of the anger came back to me and I said, "You were always yelling and fighting with him."
She said, "That only happened after I found out that he was sleeping with Sarah. I was twenty-six and I had gotten too old for him Michael...he even said it to me..."
I said, "How come you never told me?"
She said, "When you were young, I didn't want to poison you against him, because you looked up to him, even when his visits became fewer and further apart." I could hear her anger start to flare when she said, "Even though he poisoned you against me, with his gifts, and his bad-mouthing." She quieted and said, "And when you were older, I figured you would see the truth for yourself when he moved away and couldn't even bother to call you or your sister."
I said, "Sarah's younger than you?" My father had married and divorced her, but she'd stayed in touch with me.
Mom laughed derisively, "Yeah, but it didn't do her much good did it? Five years and he traded her in for a newer model."
Piecing it all together backwards, I realized that all she had told me was true. I said, "Well you got the last laugh mom. You became younger than she is; she's a wreck, and you look great."
She stroked the back of my head and said, "Thank you baby. Can I call you baby again?"
I smiled and said, "Sure mom." Then I said, "You know, I wish you would have said something a long time ago. I was blaming you for something that wasn't your fault...and after a while, I probably didn't even know why I was always angry with you, and fighting with you."
She said, "Maybe you're right, but now we can be friends again." She leaned over and kissed my cheek, pressing her body against my arm.
When we got home and were walking to the door, she was unsteady and almost tripped. I caught her around the waist and my hand was on the side of her breast. I didn't move it as we continued walking. I opened the door and when we went in she hugged me and said, "Thanks for being here." I held her and then I kissed her softly on the mouth."
There was only one way to take that kiss. She knew, but she was calm. With a gentle smile she said, "I can't be Janey for you Michael."
I said, "I know mom," and we left it at that.
For the rest of that day, the kiss went where things you don't talk about go, and we both acted as if it didn't happen. I put something together for dinner since mom slept a lot and wasn't up to cooking. When she came to the table, she was grateful I had prepared everything and her mood was elevated. We joked and ate and near the end of the meal I said, "I wasn't kissing Janey."
She just looked at me and raised her eyebrows. I had no idea what it meant during the long pause. Finally she said, "Okay." That didn't clear up much either. I let it go and we cleaned up and then watched a movie without much conversation. When it ended she kissed me on the cheek and said, "Goodnight dear."
I said, "Night mom," and went to bed. I stayed awake thinking and managed to convince myself that mom's 'Okay' was an encouraging sign. I got hard fantasizing about her waiting for me in her bed. I went to her room and the door was slightly opened. Her back was to me and she was curled up on her side. I got on the bed with her and put my hand on her back and began to stroke it. I knew she wasn't asleep by her breathing and I kissed her neck.
She didn't turn to me but she said, "Michael," as my hand stroked down over her ass. She said, "I know you want to have sex with me, but I can't let you."
I said, "Mom, I'm not thinking about Janey anymore, I'm thinking about you."
She said, "I know." I stayed up against her and so did my hard-on.
I said, "You don't want me, or is it because I'm your son...that shouldn't..."
She interrupted me and said, "No Michael, that's not why, it's because I've had enough sex for the wrong reasons...too much, and I'm not going to do it again."
I said, "Mom would it be a right reason because your son loves you?"
She said, "Michael. You don't love me that way, you want me, you want to sleep with me."
My hard-on subsided and I pulled back. She turned to face me and I said, "Couldn't it be both?"
She sat up and said, "Michael, there's a part of me that wants to give you what you want for a lot of reasons, but I know that it would be a big mistake for both of us in the long run, so I'm not going to."
I said, "Would you tell me one thing?"
She said, "Yes."
I said, "Do you feel anything at all for me like I feel for you?"
She looked at me, and after the longest pause, she said, "Yes."
I said, "Mom, can I stay with you tonight if we don't..."
She said, "No baby." I left and tossed around the mixed messages for hours before falling into a dream state filled with images of my mother's bare flesh and my hands reaching for her.
When I saw her in the morning I had the feeling of intimacy you get after sleeping with someone. I kissed her cheek and let my lips slide to her neck where I kissed her again, touching her with my tongue. I said, "Good morning mom."
She said softly, "Michael, I need to talk to you. Look, our relationship has changed, and it's changing even now...okay, so sometimes that happens and neither person knows where it's going. I know I don't. But I want to make a deal with you."
I said, "Okay," not knowing what she was talking about.
She said, "I want us to tell each other the truth. I've had enough lies from men...and I'm sure I've told my share also, but between us, can we not do that?"
I said, "Sure mom."
She said, "No I mean it, no lies, no bull to manipulate the other person, none of that."
I said, "I hear you mom, I know what you're talking about, I don't think I do much of that, but anyway, I give you my word, no lies."
She said, "Okay." She seemed satisfied and she started to get up as if the conversation was over and then she said, "Michael, why are you coming on to me? And what was all that about you loving me?"
I took a breath and thwarted my knee-jerk response and said, "I don't know mom. I got turned on to you. I probably said it because I want to sleep with you, I think you're hot, and you're on my mind when I think about sex - and that's a lot of the time."
She said, "So why not with one of your girlfriends?"
"I don't have that many mom," I said. "You asked for the truth, and this is it, those girls don't interest me anymore I'm not interested in sex with them, I want sex with you. I don't know where love comes into it, but I know that I want you."
She looked at me straight on and said with a half smile, "So, do you want to make love to me, or do you want to fuck me?"
I was taken aback, but I said, "I guess I want to fuck you mom."
She said, "Well that's refreshing, thanks for the truth."
"And I have a question for you mom," I said. "Is it ever going to happen?"
She said, "Right now, I have no idea," she said, getting up. "But I do know that I have to get to work." She kissed my head and put her hand on my face for a second and then let it trail down my chest as she left.
I didn't have to go to work until the afternoon so I lifted a few weights and then ran myself to exhaustion. I tried to take a nap but images of my mother kept me excited. I fantasized that my reserve unit was called up and it was the night before going overseas. Mom asks me how I want to spend my last night and I tell her that I want to spend it with her. She takes me to her bedroom and she does everything I ask, and I ask a lot. I'm inside her every way I can imagine and then she teaches me more. I came three times before I finally fell asleep.
When I saw her the next morning I projected my feelings from the day before onto her. I looked in her eyes and said with sincerity, "Mom, you are just so beautiful."She flushed and gave me a smile that held in her emotions. She didn't say anything and I leaned over to kiss her and she didn't pull back. Our lips met and it was a soft, warm, loving, kiss. I stopped before it crossed into passion. She just said, "Oh Michael..."
I said "Bye mom," and went to work. She waved and smiled and I saw something new in her eyes.
During the next weeks we were closer to each other, even though nothing specific had happened. It's just a feeling I know we both shared, and it was made real by a look, a touch, or a small kiss. I asked myself how a guy could want sex with his mother, and what are the chances that she would want him too? But it didn't seem far-fetched, and in my hormonally soaked thoughts, it seemed natural. I thought, 'It's just how it is.'
Three weeks after our first kiss I had my first sexual encounter with my mother. Looking back, I know that it was she who had decided that it would happen. We were sitting on the sofa and the way she looked at me I knew that it would be okay to give her a lover's kiss. I did. And I also I knew it would be okay to touch her.
For the first time I had my mother's breast in my hand. It was creamy smooth to my touch. My hand had gone under her blouse as we kissed and I pulled the soft bra down under her tit. I couldn't see it, but I could tell what it look like from fondling her. The nipple was thick and the surrounding areola was pebbly. The flesh was soft by contrast. I cupped it and felt it, and was excited knowing I was holding my mother's tit.
I never actually saw her breasts that night, or any more of her body, because her clothes never came off. But mine did. Mom broke from my lips and went down to kiss my burgeoning hard-on over my pants. I leaned back and moaned as she stroked along the rigid shaft. She unzipped me and before I could even hope that she was going to suck me, my cock was in her mouth. Actually, just the head was in her mouth and her fist encircled the stiff pole.
She sucked and licked on the top as she slowly moved her hand up and down. I could feel her tongue exploring the swollen knob and the ridge where it met the shaft. She sucked soft and hard, as gradually her hand moved faster up and down my cock. I thought I would last about ten seconds but mom stopped when she sensed my excitement.
After I calmed she would kiss my cock and licked it sporadically. She did that a few times until I was aching to come. We'd gotten so far in so little time that I was overwhelmed. My mother was sucking me and no matter how much I wanted it to go on forever, I knew that wasn't going to happen. I fought for control, but when mom began to moan and cupped my balls with her other hand, I was done.
I yelled, "Mom, I'm coming, I'm coming..." It probably wasn't news to her because I had already rocketed a stream of cum into her mouth. I said, "Oh God, mom, mom, mom..." as cord after cord shot from me. I could hardly catch my breath as the intense feelings ran through my body and out my cock.
Mom didn't stop sucking and my cock stayed in her mouth as I came. That amazed me as much as anything that she had done. I was stroking her hair as I slowed and heard myself repeating, "Oh mom, oh mom, oh mom..."
I felt drained and I said, "Wow mom, that was quite a finish."
She gave a small laugh and said, "Finish? You're nowhere near finished." She then said, "Stay right there," as if I could have moved if I wanted to. When she came back, she was pouring some oil into her palm. When she sat by me again I caught the light scent. She started stroking me, squeezing, as I slipped through her fist.
After coming the way I did I thought it would be a while before I hardened up - it wasn't. Mom's soft hand glided from my balls over the top of the helmet in constant motion with varying degrees of pressure. I expected her to start sucking me when I got stiff, but she didn't; she kept working me. As I felt the excitement build and thoughts of coming started dancing in my head, mom began using two hands. Unlike the teasing, starting, and stopping, that she did the first time, she was relentless. It was like a race to see how fast she could make me come. I went up like a rocket as her hands stroked and jerked and massaged all at the same time. I practically screamed, "Mom! I'm coming, "I'M COMIIING..." My eyes squeezed shut as she fisted me over the edge and I recoiled with the first release.
It was as intense as it gets, and I have no idea where that first cord of cum went, but it must have shot far because mom laughed and said, "Wow, you really are coming."
With each succeeding release I yelled, "OH, OH, OH, OHhhhhheeeeee..." until her final squeeze made the last spurt feel as good as the first. I opened my eyes and saw her smiling. I laughed from the pleasure and thought, 'Oh man, now I'm really done.'
Nope. She gently massaged the cream from her hand onto my cock and took some more oil. She rubbed it into me making my cock slick again. She said, "You have a nice cock Michael," and just the way she said it stimulated me. I wasn't quite stiff, but I was more hard than not. Mom took me into her mouth and said, "Mmm..." as she went half way down my shaft.
I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I watched as my mother took me down her throat, completely. I said, "OH God..." as she did it again and again. It was impossible. It was such a surprise because the first time she sucked me she never got much past the head. "OH GOD..." was all I kept saying as I watched what looked like a snake being swallowed. Again and again the excruciating pleasure. She looked up at me and smiled as I made more and more noise. It was unimaginable, and as she stroked me with her lips and tongue and throat, the pressure to come became too much. I was in such a state I didn't even warn her, I just cried out "OHHhh..." as I felt myself release. After a few more shots, I could open my eyes to see myself still going completely through her lips. Some cum came out of her mouth and slid down the shaft a few times and she sucked it back into her mouth. I felt her tongue on my balls when she said, "Mmmm..." and drew me out of her mouth between tight lips, leaving my shaft shiny from her saliva.
I must have been dumbfounded and looking at her with my mouth open as she smiled and said, "Now, you're finished."
All I could do was shake my head and say, "No way you just did that to me mom...unbelievable."
She kissed me and said, "Believe it."
I said, "I must have sounded dumb, crying out like that."
She said, "If you don't cry out when you come, then your partner isn't doing it right."
I said, "You did it right mom, very right."
She said, "I'm glad baby." She came into my arms and stayed there as I tried to process what had just happened. My head swirled until she began kissing me and we made out for a while. The way she used her tongue led me to believe I was about to get laid. I started to reach under her skirt when she sat up and said, "Honey, we're not going there."
I said, "Mom, I want you."
She said, "I know honey, but it's not going to happen. After what I just did, you might not understand, but screwing me is not part of this deal. Can you handle that?"
She was right, I didn't understand, but I said, "I can handle it."
She said, "Good, now let's go get some dinner, I'm starved." As satisfied as she'd made me, I was too, for food, and for more of her.
After that night I thought we would have sex all the time, but we didn't. I didn't push her. We kissed a lot and sometimes she allowed me to touch her above the waist. Once, when I got somewhat frustrated, I said, "When mom?"
She said, "When we're ready."
I loved holding her and having her in my arms, and she seemed at home there. I felt as close to her as I had felt to Janey and I wondered if it would end up with the same letdown. But I wasn't going to run from it, so I stayed with mom in that warm place shared by people who care about each other.
I felt good because I knew that I only had to let her know that I really loved her, and that's only hard to do when you don't love someone, or you're foolish enough not to tell them and show them. I only had to be patient. The next morning at breakfast, the first thing I said to her was, "Mom, I love you very much."
She looked at me with some uncertainty and said, "I love you too Michael." I started buying her flowers and little presents. I touched her and held her when it wasn't about sex. I told her I loved her every day. It wasn't a plan so I could get laid. It was how I felt and what I wanted to do. I loved my mother, in every way I could, and I wanted her to know.
There was a night when we were sitting on the sofa making out, and we were at a point where she probably would have given me oral sex if I asked her. I didn't; because I wanted to keep holding her and kissing her and telling her I loved her. She understood that that I was telling her that sex wasn't the only reason I wanted to be with her.
Months past and we became emotionally bound. I think the most important part of our new relationship was that I listened to her. I was interested in what she had to say and how she felt. It was also very difficult at times.
Mom began to join me at the shelter when she didn't have to work. On the drive home one night I said, "You're a good person mom. I can see how kind you are, and how you speak to them at Comfort House. You make people feel better."
She said, "I wish I felt like a good person; I've done some terrible things Michel...I'm not proud of myself."
"Oh mom," I said. "Come on, what kind of terrible things?"
I said it jokingly, but mom was serious and started getting choked up. She said, "I can't tell you...nothing, let's talk about something else."
I said, "Mom I love you and if it's bothering you, tell me...trust me."
"I do trust you Michael; I just don't want to spoil how we've been lately. I don't want you to change your mind about me."
I said, "Mom, trusting me means that you know that whatever you tell me isn't going to change the fact that I love you. If you really didn't want me to know, you wouldn't have brought it up. And if you don't tell me, it'll always be a wall between us."
She said, "Oh God...yes I guess I do want to tell you. There are two things, and they both have to do with sex."
I said, "Mom I'm not going to judge you no matter what it's about." It was easy to say before I heard her out.
She said, "Remember when I asked about you and Janey, and I was concerned if I was to blame?"
I said, "Yes, so?"
She said, "Well I thought it may have had to do with me because, well, I taught Jane about sex." I waited without saying anything and she continued. "You know how she is; she came to me wanting to know this and that, and how to do this and..."
She stopped and I said, "So you taught your daughter about sex..."
"It was more Michael...I showed her some things, and it led to some things, and one night we had sex." She hastened to add, "But it was only once, and I stopped it after that."
When it sank in I said, "So we're quite a trio," with a laugh. "So what's the big deal mom? It happened. It doesn't bother me and I can't imagine why it bothers you. I told you the truth when I said that I never slept with Janey, so why are you beating yourself up about it? What's terrible?"
She broke in and said, "No Michael, I know...I just wanted you to know about it, so it wasn't a secret I was keeping from you. What I'm beating myself up about is...what I did after your father left."
I said, "Mom I know you had a lot of boyfriends for a while and we don't have to go into that. So what? You don't have to explain anything to anybody."
She said, "I do. I want you to know who your mother is...Michael, before the court caught up to him and made him pay his child support, I just couldn't make it, everything was coming due, they were hounding me, Michael, I took what I thought was an easy way out, but it's tormented me ever since. Michael, I slept with men, and they paid me." The tears filled her eyes as she repeated, "They paid me, they paid me..."
All I could feel was compassion for the tortured person I saw before me. I took her in my arms and said, "I'm so sorry mom, sorry you had to go through all that, but it's over now, you can let it go, let it go." She dissolved into tears and shook in my arms as she cried. I stroked her and said, "I love you mom, I'm always going to love you, it doesn't matter what you did, you made a mistake and it's all over now, it's gone." I kissed her neck and her wet face. I kept telling her it was okay, and when her sobbing slowed down I said, "As soon as you forgive yourself, it will all be over." She stayed in arms and gave me a smile filled with love.
She said, "You still love me?"
Having realized that I had fallen in love with my mother, lots of things fell into place. I knew that it wasn't accidental that after the first time she had given me oral sex she had said something about 'Screwing her not being part of the deal.' It wasn't sex that she was objecting to, it was getting screwed. She'd been screwed by my father, her boyfriends and her 'Johns,' and now she was looking for something else. And so was I. Not that I didn't want sex from her, but I also wanted something more, because I felt something more.
I said, "More than ever, you don't know how much."
I could feel her smile as she kissed me with lips that tasted of her salty tears. As our tongues found each other I knew that we were kissing as lovers. I knew that my mother was going to have sex me, and I knew why; it was because I was not going to be just another guy who screws her. I loved her for who she was and she knew it. She kissed me hungrily and then stopped to hold my face in her hands. She said, "Oh Michael, thank you for loving me."
I said, "I can't help it, and I want to."
She said, "We're going to be good together aren't we baby?"
I said, "Yes mom, always." She took my hand and I didn't have to ask where we were going.
In her bedroom, she started unbuttoning her blouse and said, "I feel like everything that's happened was just to get me to this moment, so I could give myself to you." After slipping off her blouse, she reached back and unhooked her bra. Her breasts were full, but they sat beautifully on her chest without sag. The tips still had an upward tilt and there was only a hint of roundness to her belly.
She undid her skirt and it fell to the floor displaying a graceful line that curved down her waist and thighs to her well shaped legs. Her panties covered her mound.
I said, "Wow mom, you're amazing."
She smiled as I came to kiss her. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Her breasts rose and I cupped one of them and fondled it. Her tit filled my hand with firm pliable flesh. It was a woman's real tit, heavy and natural. Mom never sat in the sun so the color was creamy like the rest of her skin down to her waist. A small moan-like cry escaped her lips when I took her nipple into my mouth and began to suck on it. After a minute I could feel it plump in my mouth as the tip erected.
It wasn't frenzied at first. I didn't want to rush. I was a little nervous because I knew I was going to be inside her soon, but her kissing and touching put me at ease as she took my clothes off. She had only to run her fingers up and down my shaft to make me hard. She went to the bed and her look said that it was time. She took her panties off and I saw her well trimmed pussy for the first time. I thought it was beautiful. I straddled her. She opened her legs, but before I could enter her, I became intoxicated by her pussy and had an irresistible to taste her. She wasn't expecting me to take her in my mouth and she took a deep breath and said, "Ohhh...Michael..."
The lips of her pussy were velvety and the moisture that glistened on them was sweet. I licked the hood that concealed her clit and when my tongue found the nub, mom gave a small cry of pleasure. I licked into the opening as her slick folds separated. It made me even harder when I heard the sounds my mother was making as I ate her.
I raised myself and brought my straining cock to my mother's opening. I'd never been in a woman without using a condom. The only way I can describe that first flesh on flesh connection is, 'Magic.' Whether it would have been as good with anybody else, I can't say, but I really don't think so. With a long slow stroke, I entered and joined her. She let out a long exhale of relief that I felt too, as the penetration ended deep inside her and her flesh was firmly wrapped around mine.
I stroked a few times and she responded with her hips and said, "It's been so long baby, yes, OH, OH...yes, make love to me darling, I need you to make love to me..."
I knew she wasn't only talking about sex, and as I stroked her I said, "I'm in love with you mom, and I want to love you like this always. I want to take care of you and make you feel good. I know you mom, and I love you."
When I said that, she moved on me with more excitement and said, "Yes darling you know me, I want you to know me, yes, yes...you're so good for me Michael, so good for your mama, it feels so good baby to have someone inside me that I want, I want you Michael, my sweet baby, my sweet Michael...OH...OH...yes darling, yes..." I increased the pace and she matched my movements. I was building quickly and gave her the full length of my cock, driving it deep into her pussy.
I said, "Oh mom you feel so good." That doesn't begin to tell of the sensations I was feeling being inside my mother's pussy. If it was a perversion, it was a glorious one as I slid along the walls of my mother's velvet channel.
She said "Yes baby," and she started to moan as I pounded her hard in my excitement. She got so loud that I thought I was hurting her. I said, "Is it too much mom, too hard?"
She said, "No baby, take me, any way you want me, I want to be wanted like this, I want you to be hard for me like this, I want you to take me like this, Oh God yes baby, yes..."
She lifted her legs and put them on my shoulders opening herself for even deeper penetrations. Her ass looked good and firm and she had a pretty pink pucker. I drove in as far as I could and our bodies slapped at the end of each stroke. She said, "You fill me up so good baby; you feel perfect inside my pussy."
I said, "I was made for you mom. You made me for you."
She smiled up at me and said, "Yes baby, and I'm for you, only for you...always for my sweet darling boy...oh yes, like that, oh God, you're so far inside me, yes baby yes..."
Even though I was relatively inexperienced, I knew how good it was to be in my mother's pussy. And whether it was because we fit so well physically together, or because I loved her so much, I knew that no woman could make me feel what my mother was making me feel. Each stroke into her felt like that first warm entrance when two become one.
She was wet, and soft, and yielding to the stiffest hard-on I think I'd ever had. She said, "Yes baby, that's good, yes like that, love me like that, ooohhhh...don't stop baby, don't ever stop." Our pace increased as the pitch of our voices raised. She said, 'Michael' over and over as I said, 'Mom.'
I didn't take lightly that I was a son inside his mother's pussy. It felt serious and momentous, but most of all it felt right, for us. I stroked into the wet flesh and mom said, "Yes Michael, you're my love, you're my love," as she put her hands on my ass and pulled me fiercely into her.
As we both climbed mom started taking deep breaths as if she was about to orgasm. Before she did, she said, "Wait, stop baby," as her hands urged me to cease my entries into her. She encouraged me to move so that she rolled on top of me and when she did she smiled and said "Yeah, let me...She put her hand on my chest and raised and lowered her hips, slowly impaling herself. I watched my thickened shaft as it disappeared into the warm hollow that seemed made for it. I put my thumb on her hood and the soft skin slid off her clit. I pressed and circled as mom rose and fell on me. She said, "Mmmm..." each time the rod filled her. Before long her movements increased in tempo and her moan became more of a cry as cock and thumb worked her. She rode me until we were back to the frantic pace we had been at before.
As I felt my orgasm becoming immanent, I flipped her over again and drove the full length of my cock forcefully into her pussy. I said, "Mom, mom, mom..." as I crested and got set to release into her.
She said, "Yes baby, yes baby...Ohhh...I ache for you Michael, my Michael, my baby, yes, yes...YES, YES, YES..." I'm not sure who was louder as she stiffened and grabbed me. I pushed against her arching hips, and she let out a long, "OOOOOHHHhhhhh..." as my first hard streams shot into her womb and creamed the inside of my mother's pussy." I kept coming inside her and moaned until her voice trailed off as she said, "So good baby, so good..."
In the quiet aftermath, our lips met for a long soft kiss that said that mother and son loved each other, and would make love again soon. Mom rolled onto her belly with a sigh and hugged the pillow. I gently stroked her smooth ass as she sighed. After stroking the length of her body I said, "I never realized anything could feel that good."
She smiled and said, "Mmm..."
I said, "I also never realized what a beautiful ass you have mom."
She laughed and said, "Oh, come on."
"No mom," I said, "Really, it's like velvet, and so round, and creamy, and...edible." Mom screeched and laughed as I bit on one of her globes. I then kissed it and licked it and she cooed happily. Then I began touching her sexually, letting my finger trace down the divide. And when I pushed a finger in deeper, she involuntarily moaned and slightly opened herself. I put my finger on my mother's pucker and then crossed my leg over to sit astride her.
The feel of my hardening warm flesh on her ass awakened her desire and she said, "Be inside me again Michael." I was rubbing myself on her and she raised herself showing me her two openings. I entered my mother's pussy and immediately went in as far as I could. She let out a long sigh that combined contentment and excitement as I pressed up against her fleshy spheres.
My stroking felt even longer and deeper than they did when she had faced me. My limited experience mad it a surprise that a different position could give me such a new sensation. She said, "Yes," as I stroked and it sounded like 'Yes' in every way it could. I touched her pussy as I moved in and out of her and then my wet finger was on her small hole. And when I put my finger inside her she took a deep breath.
And then I was saying, "Yes mom, you do have a beautiful ass, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful." My finger moved in and out of her in counterpoint to my cock. I massaged my thumbs into her flesh and a new ache and hunger was ignited.
She said, "Baby, did you ever have anyone like that?" When I didn't answer right away she knew I wasn't sure what she was asking, and she said, "Did you ever have anal sex before?"
I said, "No mom."
She turned her head and smiled up at me and said, "I'm glad. Now I can do something for you that no woman ever did...if you want to baby."
I looked at her beautiful ass and said, "Yes mom I want to, with you."
She said, "Yes love, do it."
I pulled out from pumping my mother's pussy and spread the globes of her ass. I looked at the small pink hole. One day before, the thought that I could have anal sex with my mother would have been far-fetched. Now it seemed like a natural extension of loving.
Mom breathed in hard and I was highly aroused as I kissed her back and rubbed my shaft on and between the spheres. I said, "I love you mom, I want all of you." I pressed my cock against her ass and then put my finger on her pucker and said, "I want you so much mom."
She said, "Yes darling, I want you too." I held her by the hips and positioned her to receive me. My cock was straight and long and straining to get inside her. Using my hips I placed the thick knob on her tender orifice and pushed. She cried out, "OHH..." and I pressed home. My dick was wet from her pussy juices, but I still had to fight the tight passageway to get all the way in. Mom said, "Oh God," as I fought to get the last few inches into her.
The intense heat and pressure of my shaft in her narrow passage was a new experience and it felt as good as I could have imagined. The meaning of mom's noises weren't as clear to me and I said, "Is it okay mom?"
She said, "Yes baby, it's incredible." My insertions became steady and mom relaxed into my rhythm as the easing of her tension allowed me to concentrate more on the sensuous penetrations. There are many ways to describe the incestuous act that a mother was committing with her son, but what it meant to me was, 'My mother loves me.'
She said, "Yes baby, Ohhh, I'm so filled with you, so thick inside me, OH God, I'm all stretched out, I can't take any more but I don't want you stop, love me, love me, love me more baby..." She moaned again and again as I pushed in until my whole shaft was inside her and I was up against her.
I pumped and said, "Is it good mom?"
She said, "Yes, yes, yes, OHHhhh, yes, it's good my love, it's so good."
As I took my mother's tight opening, I sensed her joining with me. And what I felt when I was in her mouth and in her pussy, I felt even more now - that she would always love me.
I pulled out and turned her to face me and then re-entered her ass. Mom knew why I had done it. I wanted to show her the love in my eyes. Neither of us had to say anything as we each saw the face of love. And as I stroked faster and deeper into my mother's yielding ass, our eyes never lost contact. I knew at that moment that whatever I would need from a woman, I would get from my mother. I still wanted to hear her say it and I as drove steadily deeper into her grasping channel I said, "Mom, are you mine?"
She said, "Yes darling, I'm yours. All of me is yours, always, always baby, Ohhhh...yes sweetheart, like that, inside me, oh God my sweet baby...Ohhhhh..."
She moved as if electricity rippled through her body, and I knew what she was feeling because the squeezing sensations along my cock as I pressed in and out of her tight hole were excruciatingly good. It kept up until I couldn't take it anymore, but not until I touched mom's pussy did she cry out and arch her back.
My beautiful mother was coming because my cock was inside her and the thought of it drove me to a frenzied pace of penetrations. Her orgasm fully triggered mine, and at that moment I began releasing long hard streams of cream into her aching passageway. Not until the intense orgasm closed her eyes did she say, "MICHAEL...I LOVE YOUUUUU...AHHHHhhhh..."
And if she heard me say anything as I came inside her, it was the most beautiful word I knew, "MOM...MOM...MOM..." I kept saying it as I drove my hardness into her softness, my love into hers.
When she finished she was still moving and excited. She held me fiercely and said, "Michael, Michael, is this real; is this the kind of love you want?"
I said, "Yes mom I want you, I'm always going to want you."
She said, "And we're going to be together and stay together and love each other?"
I laughed and said, "Yes, yes, and yes."
She kissed me and held me and said, "Yes, baby, yes, yes, yes."
Strange as it sounds, my mother and I have been living a 'Normal' life in the year since we began our intimate relationship. Our sex life is great, but it's about more than that because our loving life is even better. She's a mother, a lover, and a wife to me. I've never had someone there, nor been there for someone the way we are for each other. We're in love, and even if we are mother and son, that's the best thing that can happen to any two people.
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