Even her name did something to me. Janice. After becoming a teenager, I sometimes called her that instead of mom. She asked me why and I said, "I just like the name Janice." She didn't give me a hard time over it.
My mother was born thirty-seven years ago. I wouldn't call her a 'Hippie,' and she was too young to be part of the 'Beat' generation, but I'd heard some people refer to her that way. She could write, paint, and play guitar, but never made money at any of it; and never cared. It was the doing that was important to her. And I guess I'd say that I had accepted the things that were important to her, as the things that really are important.
Being open the widest range of experiences and emotions was always at the top of her list of priorities. What mattered to her was never 'stuff'. And if what she did brought pleasure, and hurt no one, then as she liked to say, "Whoever doesn't like it, can jump off the Brooklyn Bridge." We lived in New York and spent a lot of time in Greenwich Village where people who lived lives on the edge of common society felt more comfortable.
When I was young, I went to the protests with her and carried signs, more to be with her than to participate. She talked to me about everything going on in her life and I was always learning from her, even though they didn't seem like lessons at the time. I guess I was the stand-in for my father Joe, who did all those things with her before he was killed by a fucking drunk driver. I was seven when he died so I don't have a big stash of memories about him. But I do remember how he looked at me; everyone should be looked at that way.
When I was mature enough to understand, mom talked to me about sex, and girls, and anatomy. I heard about the problems with her relationships. It was open and not self-conscious. I believed the things she told me, but something got lost between the ideas and carrying them out in everyday life.
So I did all the screwing up on my own. I was friendly, and got along great with girls, unless of course I liked one and found her hot. Then I was shy, anxious, and every other thing that made it hard for them to like me back. I went to parties, but didn't have a girlfriend until my second year in high school, and I didn't have sex, if you could even call it that, until I was about to graduate. It was awful. The three times it came down to it, I came so fast, it was over before it began. Talk about uptight. It bothered me so much that I stopped putting myself in the situation.
It seems a lifetime away now, but we're only talking about a matter of months. It was the summer before college and I was in the process of finding a job. Mostly I was hanging around the house with my Ipod and a book. At that time, my mother was seeing a guy named Vic, and he had just moved in. He was okay, but we weren't exactly going to baseball games together. Mostly, we had nothing to say to each other, and that was fine. I didn't think mom was that crazy about him because she was already grumbling to me that she might have made a mistake.
Meanwhile, she was sort of bugging me about doing nothing at the house so much, and when she asked me how come I hadn't been going out on dates, I said, "It's not fun."
She said, "We'll if you mope around with your dates the way you've doing here, I'm sure it's not fun. What gives Danny boy? Is something wrong?"
We went back and forth a bit with me giving her answers that weren't really answers. She was, as always, persistent. Finally I told her, with all the details. I didn't give a shit anymore.
She said, "Has this been going on a long time honey?"
I said, "Long enough." Before she could ask, I said, "I didn't talk about it with you because I was embarrassed."
"Oh Danny, you know better by now. Anyway, it doesn't matter. We can take it from here. It's not that big a deal. Let me think about it for a while, and then we'll talk." So we talked the next day and she told me lots of stuff about relaxing and gave me some techniques to slow me down and told me about the things women like. Most of it I'd heard before, but I could see that she was concerned and wanted to help.
The next Friday night I had a date with a girl I'd been out with a few times. She seemed ready to get physical and when it came down to it, it wasn't much better than the earlier times. I tried to do the things mom suggested, but the results were frustrating.
When I came home, mom was up. She saw that I was upset and said, "What is it baby, didn't your date go well?" I was so annoyed with myself, I couldn't answer. I didn't say anything. She said, "Come on baby, talk to me." I told her that I fucked up again. She said, "Look, I've been going over what's going on with you, and I think that the only way you're going to learn how to control your sexual energy is if you're exposed to enough experiences. Don't take this wrong Danny, but you just haven't seen enough, or done enough. When you're with a girlfriend and things start to happen, we'll, it's already too late in a sense, because both of you have expectations."
I said, "Maybe you're right mom, but what can I do about it?"
She said, "Listen sweetheart, sometimes a mother can do more for her son than his girlfriends can. Do you want me to try...or would it embarrass you?"
My mind clouded for a minute with the possibilities of what she could mean, but I dismissed them and said, "No mom, it won't embarrass me; I really need this."
She said, "Okay...but wait, maybe I'm jumping the gun here...I'm making some assumptions because of the way you uh...check me out sometimes." She laughed a little and said, "This isn't going to work if you don't think I'm...look, do you think I'm physically attractive?"
"Of course mom," I said.
"No, I mean...in a real way...oh maybe this isn't such a good idea."
"Come on mom, don't tell you're going to help me and then..."
"Okay, okay, tell me what you like about my body."
I hesitated and then said, "It looks great mom."
She said, "No, tell me as if you're talking to one of your friends about another woman."
"Okay...man, you've got to see her boobs, they're perfect; a big handful that look terrific no matter what she's wearing, and..."
"Whoa fella..." Mom laughed. "Okay, you convinced me. One thing honey, don't get the wrong idea, this isn't about you and me, and we're not going to be doing anything...you know...this is about teaching you, right?"
I said, "Of course mom." There went my fantasies about mom and me.
"Great," she said. "This is a good week to start, Vic's at his convention, which I'm not sorry about, so we can do this in private." She took a deep breath and said, "Well, it's been a long day for me, so I'll say good night sweetie; we'll talk in the morning, and don't worry, in a few weeks you're going to be a different person."
I said, "Thanks mom."
She kissed me on the forehead and again said, "Don't worry," as she left.
I had a hard time falling asleep that night, a very hard time. That's because I was fantasizing all kinds of things about what mom might do to help me. I imagined touching her, and her touching me, but I figured what was really going to happen was that it would all be a lot of talk. That didn't stop me from coming as I pictured my mother naked.
At breakfast the next morning, everything seemed normal except for my anticipation of what mom was going to do to teach me. I didn't have to wait long. She started by saying. "You've never been uncomfortable when we talked about sex in general, so I hope we can be more specific now. And maybe this is a good time to call me Janice."
I said, "Janice it is, mom."
She laughed and said, "Be serious. Danny. I want to know something, do you masturbate a lot?"
I said, "I don't know what a lot is, but I probably do it every day."
She said, "Okay, that's good, because you shouldn't let that tension build up too much. So what turns you on first about a woman?"
I said, "I know there are a lot better answers, but the truth is...her breasts."
"Mom laughed, "Yeah, you and a bunch of other guys." She then took off the shirt she was wearing and my eyes popped at the sight of my mother in a white half bra that showed her creamy flesh almost spilling out. She said, "And if we're going to do this right, don't worry, you can say tits if you mean tits."
I said, "Well Janice, that is one spectacular pair of tits."
She giggled and said, "I'm glad you like them, but the thing is, you've got to see them enough so you don't get over stimulated. Are you...getting hard?"
I could feel the heat rising to my face, but she was so matter-of-fact about it all, I tried to follow suit. I said, "I'm not just getting there mom, I mean Janice, I'm there...hard, that is."
"Okay, you're probably feeling all kinds of things and thinking all kinds of thoughts, but first you've got to answer me truthfully about something, does it bother you that I'm your mother, and that I'm sitting here in front of you like this?"
"Bother me? No, it's only making me more excited." I could hardly keep my hand from reaching for her.
I think she could tell. She said, "Now remember what this is about, or it's not going to do you any good, okay?"
I said, "Okay."
She then said, "And Danny, don't masturbate until I tell you that it's okay."
I said, "Jesus mom." But I had to admit that I was just thinking about how nice it would feel.
After finishing the breakfast that I could hardly concentrate on, mom said, "Danny, will you help me with the dishes, I want us to do everything together for the next two days."
I said sure. As we got up, mom took her skirt off and I thought I would come in my pants. Her panties were white with a bit of lace that matched the bra. They weren't sheer enough for me to see her pussy, but they hugged it enough for me to see enough shape to fire my imagination. Her heels were medium height, but they were high enough to give her ass and boobs a jut when she stood and walked.
As I dried the dishes, I stepped back a couple of times to get an eyeful of mom's ass. She was on to me. She said, "Honey, you can look at me whenever you want to, that's what this all about."
I said, "Oh yeah," and turned my head to take a long leisurely visual ride along the curves of her legs and ass. "Boy that's nice," I said. I saw a warm smile light up her face as she washed.
I helped her do a few things around the house for an hour or so and didn't mind at all, considering the view. She said, "Okay, I just have to put the wash in, and then we can go out." We gathered up the laundry and took it to the machine. As she threw the last of it in, she thought for a minute, looked at me and said, "Oh what the hell," and reached behind to undo her bra. Her tits spilled out and she threw the bra into the washer and started it. I couldn't tell if the hum in my ears was from the machine or inside my head.
All I could think was, 'What a pair of tits on my mother.' What I said was, "Wow." They were beautifully shaped and still turned up at the nipples. The areola was large and pinkish.
She saw the way I was looking at her and she said, "They're just tits, you have to get used to seeing them and not go off the deep end." Boy was she wrong, they were a lot more than 'Just tits' and I was sorry when she went and got a tee shirt. But without a bra, her tits moved enticingly with every step she took.
When the wash was done, enough time had passed for me to calm down. Mom asked, "So how's it going baby?"
I said, "You know, I guess I'm feeling excited, but now it's almost in a calm way, if that makes any sense."
"Of course it makes sense," she said. "See, we're making progress already. Okay let's get dressed and go out somewhere." I said okay and started for my room when she said, "No honey, you come with me while I get dressed."
I followed her to her bedroom when she said, "Okay help me pick out what I should wear...let's start here." She opened her lingerie drawer and said, "How about one of the blue ones?" There were three blue sets and I picked the ones that looked smallest. She turned her back to me and took off the tee shirt and panties she had on.
I was appreciating mom's lesson more with every passing minute. I looked at the expanse of flawless skin from her neck down to her ankles and got hard as a rock. I could see a part of her breasts from the side and her ass was in full view. I soaked it in as she put on the blue bra and panties. She turned back and said, "There, that's better, now, stockings or no stockings?"
Before I could answer, she said, "No, wait, you seem very excited, are you?" She was looking at my bulge.
I said, "Well, yeah."
She said, "Come sit by me honey." We sat on the bed and she said, "Talk to me about your plans for the summer and school." The subject of school wasn't what came to mind while looking at my mother in her bra and panties. What I wanted to tell her was that all I could think about was being inside her pussy. Even though she was half naked, it's still not easy for a boy to say that to his mother. She saw my reluctance and said, "Look, you have to get used to looking and not getting over stimulated. Trust me. Tell me about school."
So I told her about my planning to go to Community College in the fall and not being sure what I wanted to take. And then we got into the job I was trying to get for the summer in an intern program. She then talked about her job and after about twenty minutes she said, "See, you're relaxed." She motioned to where the tent in my pants was.
I said, "You're right mom." It was true that the erection was not as visible, but I was still pretty stiff under there. I didn't tell her that.
She said, "Okay one more thing for today, this may be difficult, but I think it's going to help you." She reached back and took off her bra. There were those great tits again. She said, "I want you to touch me...I know you'll get a hard-on...I mean I hope you'll get a hard-on, but I want you to keep touching me until it goes away."
I must have been sitting there dumbfounded, because she put both palms on the bed, leaned back a bit so that her tits stuck out even more and said encouragingly, "It's okay, go ahead."
Well the hard-on she spoke of appeared even before I reached over and took one of her tits in my hand. I fondled it while massaging the nipple with my thumb. She heard me breathing hard, and she must have seen me gyrating my hips slowly to move my cock against my pants, because she said, "Just sit still and touch me until you're tired of it."
I thought she was crazy; I was never going to get tired of touching my mother's tits. I rubbed them, I coddled them, I felt, fondled, handled, and held them, for a long, long, time. They were creamy smooth and heavy when I cupped them. They were satiny to the touch of my fingertips. Every once in a while, a quiet, "Mmm..." came from the back of mom's throat. Finally I went to suck them, but she said, "Uh uh, just touch. If you start that other business, I may be in more trouble than you." I liked that she said that.
But ultimately she was right, it may have taken forever, but my hard-on did weaken, and when she saw it she said, "Good, we're making progress. You can touch a woman and not come, right baby?"
I said, "Right mom," My body was wet all over and I probably could have come with one stroke, but I didn't. She put her bra back on and the craziest fucking thing - my dick started getting hard again. I stood up and turned so I could hide the fact. I didn't want to disappoint her.
She said, "So, do I go bare-legged or..."
I said, "That's not a hard decision for me; stockings look great on you." She took out a pair of sheer pale blue thigh highs and as I watched her put them on, I imaging my hands caressing up her calves, to her thighs, and beyond. She put on a navy skirt and had me pick a top. I chose a low cut light sweater that I knew would keep some of her cleavage exposed.
After slipping into a pair of pumps, she went into her bathroom and put on some eyeliner and lipstick. I followed her in and looked at her in the mirror. She smiled as she finished and then I saw her eyes go down to the reflection of my pants. It wasn't hiding my hard-on very well. She said, "You're still up? You really are ready to go; no wonder you're having difficulties."
She laughed, "You're not making this easy baby."
I said, "Sorry mom."
She said, "You are a hot kid. Maybe it's...okay, Danny, take off your pants." I didn't argue. And then she said, "And now those shorts." My heart was thudding in my chest. I dropped my boxers exposing the biggest hard-on I think I ever had.
Mom raised her eyebrows and said, "All that just from looking at me? That's impressive, and flattering. But you did it before, and if you try and stay in control, after a while, you'll see, it won't be a big deal." She mused for a moment and said, "You're very much like him you know, ramrod straight and thick as my wrist." That was something of an exaggeration, but I liked the sound of her voice as she described my cock. Again she said, "Nice and easy, just as if this an every day thing...right?"
I said, "Right Janice." But I was juiced.
She seemed to be talking more to herself than to me. She said, "Jesus, I guess I can't leave you in that condition, maybe it's for the best anyway, this way you can...okay, step in here." She opened the glass door to her shower stall, and I wondered if I was about to get a cold dosing. Instead, mom took hold of my cock and said, "This will also be practice; now try and hold on without coming as long as you can, I'll start off slow."
My mother gave me three long strokes along the full length of my cock and I said, "Oh fuck...MOM, I'M COMING..." The first blast hit the tile on the opposite wall and I said, "Ohhh fuck."
She said, "It's okay baby...come." She stroked me harder and I shot off uncontrollably until I held the cold tile wall for balance.
I said, "I'm sorry mom, I just couldn't stop myself."
She said, "Don't worry, you were all pent up. Watch how long it takes you now." She took some lotion from the top of the vanity and massaged it over my flaccid meat. She caressed my balls and before I knew it, I was up. I don't think she could have been rubbing me for more than a minute before I was completely stiff again. I was breathing hard, trying to control myself, and not moan too loud.
Mom stroked me six or seven times, and despite telling myself not to come, I didn't even have the time to say 'I'm coming,' before I yelled, "OH...MOM..." and then released a cord of cum that fired off in quick response to the actions of her soft hands. Even though I didn't shoot as much cum as I did the first time, it felt even more intense. It didn't matter that it felt good, I was deflated. I said, "This is hopeless."
She said, "Don't be silly and don't give up; I won't." She gathered my balls and massaged some of the residual cum on them and along the soft shaft, which didn't stay soft long. But this time I didn't come right away. She stroked me ten times and then it became twenty. She said, "There you see...how does it feel?"
I said, "It feels great mom, and I don't feel as if I'm going to come right now."
She said, "There you go baby, now enjoy it and don't think about coming or not coming, just stop thinking and feel it for a while." I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations that my mother's hand was providing. Minutes passed and I stopped worrying and started fantasizing. I was with a beautiful woman and she was taking me in her mouth, and then she was opening her legs and taking me inside her pussy. Of course the woman was the one with her hand on my cock.
Mom's voice took me out of my reverie. She said, "Yes baby, that's great, just try and hold out a little longer. I closed my eyes and relaxed, feeling her hand rhythmically sliding up and back along my shaft. After a few more minutes, mom said, "Yeah, that's my boy, you held out really well. I knew you could do it." She kept rubbing and then said, "Now you can come honey."She increased the tempo of her strokes and did something with her fist that increased the friction as she pumped. I actually felt as if I could have held out another minute or two, but I let myself go. I got loud and said, "OH, OH, OH..." and fired off a volley of cum. It may have been the best orgasm of my life because I was with a woman and not out of control. I was elated, and I was coming, and mom was saying, "Yes baby, yes, come for your mama, come..."
When I was completely satisfied, I said, "Oh man...thanks mom. That was unbelievable."
She said, "Wonderful. Now get dressed and let's go out."
We went to the mall and mom went into her usual diatribe about how people were all being sold a bill of goods by some guy on Madison Avenue who had convinced them to buy all kinds of stuff they don't need or want.
But we weren't there to shop. Our destination was the movies, for the new Cruise actioner. It was the first show of the day and the place was empty. I was feeling so good, that just as the show started, I leaned over and kissed mom on the cheek and said, "Thanks."
She kissed my cheek and said, "You're welcome." We were facing each other and then I kissed her lips. She kissed mine at the same time. For the next hour and a half, we kissed. Every once in a while my mind came up for air and I thought, 'I'm sitting here making out with my mother - and it's great.' All we did was kiss until our lips were raw. Her tongue was soft and probing, and her hand caressed my hair and face throughout the movie that we never saw.
We stopped in a coffee shop outside the theater and after we ordered mom said, "Well, that was lovely, I haven't done that in...forever...it's good for you to do that sort of thing, and not always be thinking about having an orgasm."
Even though my mother had masturbated me three times only hours before, what we had just done felt so much more intimate. I said, "Was that only a lesson mom?"
She said, "Well Danny...I just thought it would be good for you...of course it was nice for me too..."
I let her words hang. Then I said, "Mom, you have to be straight with me like I'm being with you or this is going to confuse the hell out of everything."
She said, "You're right honey. You know...the truth is, that for me, doing what we just did in there - that was sex."
I said, "What do you mean mom?"
She said, "Most people use the word 'Foreplay.' Think about it, how stupid is that? It's like saying all the kissing and touching and talking is a meaningless waste of time that leads to the only important thing. Honey, it isn't 'Fore' anything. It's it. It's sex. You have to be there in your mind as well as your body, taking all the pleasure from all of it. Anyway, listen to me going on...what I'm saying is that I enjoyed kissing you very much and I forgot how lovely it can be...so yes, once we got into it, the kissing was as much for me as it was for you." She took a breath and said, "And while we're on the truth...I like it that you get so hard for me."
I said, "Thanks for telling me mom."
We went home and to say I was worked up, wouldn't scratch the surface of what was going on in my fevered brain. I could feel some electricity going through me for the rest of the day. It got late, and when we were about to head for bed, mom approached me to say good night and I said, "Janice, can I kiss you a little more?"
She said, "Of course Danny."
We started making out while standing there and I put my hand on her breast. Mom made a small sound and I moved my thumb across her nipple. Even through her top and bra I could feel it harden. I hoped she wasn't going to stop me, and she didn't. I fondled her over her clothes for a while, unsure of what to do next. My eyes were closed and I was almost in a fevered dream state. When my hand glided over the curve of her ass, I said to myself, 'I wish I could tap that.'
At least I thought I had said it to myself, but I had actually whispered it, because mom said, "Does that mean what I think it means?"
I'd told my mother that I wanted to have sex with her. I was taken aback, but I recovered enough to kiss her neck and continue stroking her ass as I said, "Yes mom."
She said, "Baby, come with me." Holding hands we walked into her bedroom and she turned on the small bedside lamp. She sat on the bed and I sat beside her. We kissed. We touched. I started to reach under her skirt to get at her pussy but she gently said, "Don't rush honey, we have all night."
She undressed me slowly and smiled when she said, "You may not believe this, but I really didn't think that we were going to end up here. I guess I was kidding myself." Then she stopped for a moment and said, "Honey, we both know where this is going; are you sure want to do this...with your own mother?"
I laughed a little and said, "This is a great time to ask me, I'm sitting here with my hand on your nipple and I've got a hard-on that could drill a hole in a wall, yes mom, I want to do this more than anything. Are you sure you want to have sex with your son?"
She said, "Yes baby, I want to do this for both of us." My mother had just said that she would let me have sex with her. I was excited, but I also felt steady, considering.
I lifted her sweater over her head and reached behind her. It took me a few seconds, but she waited patiently until I unclasped her bra. Seeing her bare breasts again, made my cock jump, and I thought that I could feel some pre-cum ooze. I said, "Janice, you are amazing." Those gracefully shaped globes were heavy in my hands as I lifted them both.
She said, "A little past my prime, but I guess not bad for a woman who's on her way to forty."
I said, "Mom, I don't know anyone who's twenty that looks this great."
She said, "Thank you baby," and we kissed for a while as I fondled her. I thought of what she had said, and enjoyed what we were doing for itself, and not as a stepping stone to get somewhere else. At that moment, if that was all that happened I would have said it was great. I was kissing my mother and I had her bare tit in my hand. Not many mothers, even if they had the desire to do it, would allow their sons to show them love through physical touch as my mother was doing.
She spoke to me softly and I stayed calm. She said, "I like it when you when you kiss me Danny, and when you touch me, it's gentle, and loving. Do you love me Danny... more than just because I'm your mom?"
I said, "Yes mom, I love you, and I wanted you like this for a long time. I even thought about saying something, but how could I say that I wanted to make love to you? I was afraid you would think I was horrible and that what I was feeling was wrong."
"Between us Danny," she said, "love can never be wrong." She took off her shoes and skirt, and then she began taking her panties down. She stopped and said, "I hope you like the way I look." I couldn't imagine what she was talking about until her panties were completely off. Her pussy was smoothly shaven. Her lips were pinkish and the folds looked tender and soft. I detected some moisture that made some of it shiny.
I said, "Janice, you look fantastic down there." Her folds fell evenly and looked velvety soft. I loved the way she looked all over. Her skin was smooth and inviting. With only her stockings on, she couldn't have looked hotter. I leaned over and kissed my mother's pussy. She flinched a little as I kissed over the hooded clit, and then made a soft sound of pleasure. She leaned back and opened her legs and I positioned myself to do something I had never done, eat a woman's pussy.
I wasn't exactly sure of the best way to go about it, but mom directed me. "Yes there baby...softer, harder, higher...yes...yes...yes." I got the knack pretty quick. Her sounds told me all I needed to know after that.
When you lick someone you love, nothing tastes sweeter than the juices she's producing for you, and my mother's pussy started flowing with them. I savored each drop of moisture that covered the soft folds and hood from which her swelling clit had begun to emerge. Her moans were delicate and musical at first, lyrical in their description of her inner pleasure.
I used the flat of my tongue to paint around and over her vagina, and then pointed it to tease and attend to her swollen clit. After discovering how much pleasure that nub of flesh seemed to bring her, I sucked and licked it for a long time. I loved the taste of her and I loved the fact that my mother was letting me suck on her pussy. As I worked her, she arched intermittently and writhed to my loving stimulation. My cock hardened completely stiff to her sounds, and to the joy I took in making my mother's body feel the love I held for her in my heart.
As I ate her, I reached up to feel the warm flesh of her breasts, with their hardened tips. My mother had the tits of a mature woman, full and ripe and heavy. They had turned me on as long as I could remember, and now they were in my hands. As I massaged them and sucked on her pussy, I ached to be inside her, but I was transfixed by the soft flesh in my mouth and the way her body excitedly reacted. I held her hips and felt a tremble go through her. She said, "Danny...oh, oh, OHHHhhhh...baby, yes...God yes...OH, OH, I'M COMING..."
I felt her pussy push into my mouth as her hips flexed and a shudder wracked her body. She said, "Danny, Danny, Danny...sweet boy," as she slowly finished coming. She said, "You made your momma feel so good baby. Now come and be inside of me."
She probably saw me tense up as I moved up to enter her and she said, "Listen to me baby, it doesn't matter how fast you come, because you're going to be inside me again and again until you're in me as long as you want to be...do you hear me love?"
I said, "Yes mom," and I relaxed. I felt freed, I knew it would be as she said, and I knew that she would be there for me. I took my cock in hand and placed it at the entrance to my mother's pussy. One push and the swollen head opened the wet folds to let me in.
I pushed farther into the no longer forbidden place and I looked at my mom and she smiled and said, "Yes baby." Her pussy held me with a caress of flesh. I stroked two or three times and I knew that I wouldn't come until I wanted to. I could feel the strength of my confidence build as my mother closed her eyes and said, "You're inside me baby, inside your momma...oh yes...that's good darling, yes, it feels good inside me baby." Her hands ran softly along my back, to my flank and onto my ass. She pulled me into her and said, "Oooh, you are good for me. I knew you would be from the first time I saw you, so hard and big, standing in front of me...I knew it...I knew it."
With each stroke, a volume of words flashed through my head about how good it felt, and how amazing it was that I was inside my beautiful mother's pussy. As I moved in and out of her, I got lost in the feelings for a moment, and I was just a guy making love to his girlfriend, and then as I became more self-aware, it was Danny and Janice. Best of all was knowing that it was really my mother who was loving me in this special way. She was loving me by taking me inside her pussy, and with each push into that warm wet place, I was glad it was her.
I felt her squeeze me and writhe, making me enter her at different angles. I was in the soft embrace of my mother's flesh, and even without experience, I felt that no pussy could caress me the way my mother's did. I moved to the invitation of her body and she said, "You're doing it so good baby, you feel it don't you baby?"
I said, "Yes mom, I feel it...I love you."
She said, "And your momma loves you, very much."
I was so concentrated on the feelings of being inside my mother's pussy that I hadn't realized how long I had been stroking her. I watched as my shiny juice covered cock went in and out of her open hole. It was as thick and hard as I had ever seen it. I said, "Mom, I want you so much."
She said, "I'm here for you baby, I'm here." She unwrapped her legs and pulled them back, opening herself even more. I positioned myself to get more leverage and began plunging into her belly, sending the full length of my shaft to the depths of her womb. She said, "Yes baby...take me like that...take your momma...take me...OH GOD...YES, YES..."
I could hardly believe it, but my mother was climaxing before me. Her grip became vise-like and she thrashed and cried out, "I'M COMING BABY...YOU'RE MAKING ME COME...OH...OH...OHHHHHH..." It was all too much for me and I began releasing into her.
I said, "MOM...MOM, and the discharges practically made me jump. It felt so forceful I could imagine each hot cord of cum firing into her belly like a shot.
She laughed with the surrender to her own orgasm and the satisfaction from my impending release and said, "Yes darling, come in me, come inside me," as the warm liquid filled her pussy. We both moved until everything was out of us.
After catching our breath, Mom kissed me and she seemed happy. She said, "You see? You did so good...so good baby." She stayed in my arms and after some endearing words and touches, she seemed content to chatter idly about doing a painting on one of the walls in the den, and then about what we should do the next day. At one point her hand brushed across my cock; it sprang to life and I was ready to go again.
I took her tit in my hand and pulled the pliant nipple between my fingers. Mom said, "Mmm that's nice baby, but I don't want us to get ahead of ourselves here, okay sweetheart?" In other words, we were done for the night.
Then I wondered if she was saying that this was a one time thing, so I said, "Mom, that was so good, we're not just going to forget about this whole thing, are we?"
She said, "I know we're feeling good with what just happened, I'm just saying we have to think about it all, and talk about it. I really hadn't planned on you and me actually having sex. It was lovely baby, but..."
I said, "Mom, life is what happens between your plans."
She laughed and slapped my arm and said, "No fair." She was always saying things like that to me. Then she said, "We'll talk tomorrow, you go on to your room and get to bed." She gave me a full kiss on the mouth and I felt better.
The next morning she was up early and breakfast was on the table. She wasn't wearing a bra, which was only the second time I had ever seen her that way. I wanted to jump her bones right there, but I didn't want to screw things up by pushing her too far, too soon. She said, "Before we go anyplace today, let's walk to the Green. It's sunny and crisp and just beautiful out there, okay?"
I said, "Sure mom," and we headed out after getting dressed. We walked around the pond and sat on a bench. It was the kind of Sunday that wraps you in a peaceful calm. The Green was empty except for a couple of dog walkers.
I put my arm around her. She seemed content. After a while she said, "We should talk."
I leaned to her and said, "I think we should kiss." She didn't resist my lips, or my tongue as it gently slid over hers. Her gratifying sounds as we made out told me that she was enjoying it as much as I was.
We kissed for at least a half hour before she said in a helpless little voice, "Oh honey, what are you doing to me?"
I said, "Loving you...having sex."
She smirked, "Wise guy...but you do learn fast...and I do like the way you kiss me." She came back to my mouth and after a few minutes she said, "You win, let's go home." I felt a wide self-satisfied grin inside, but I fought placing it on my face.
When we got in the door I said, "I want to make love to you all day."
She smiled and said, "Sounds like a plan." When her top and bra came off, I gathered her breasts together and sucked on each nipple with enough suction to draw the large areola and some tit flesh into my mouth. I could tell that she liked it, and I did it for a while. I went back to kissing her and my hands roamed over the curve of her ass. I put my hand into her skirt and panties, and held the supple globe as we continued to stand and kiss. She broke the kiss to catch her breath and put her hand between my legs and said, "I really didn't expect this...but I do want you sweetheart."
She took my jeans and boxers down and I kicked them away. Mom went down on me. Two days before, I had given up on having anyone, and here was my beautiful mother, taking my cock into her mouth. It was fucking unbelievable. She sucked on the head until it was a purple plum. She licked my shaft, she licked my sack, and astoundingly, I stayed in control. She had changed me, because she was my mother. I watched her sucking on me. It was surreal. It was like an out of body experience; I watched myself as I watched her working my cock with her hands and lips and tongue. She took as much of my rod into her mouth as she could and drew back and forth on it. Then she got up and grabbed the shiny rod in her fist and said, "Now come and give me some of this thing."
She sat me down on the couch and after stripping naked, she mounted me. With her knees outside mine, she faced me and impaled herself completely in one steady descent and with a long exclamation of, "Ohhhh..." Then she went back to kissing me as she moved slowly up and down on my shaft, using her hips to gyrate and circle whenever my cock was completely engulfed inside her pussy. I cupped her ass with both hands as she rose and fell on me. The flesh was firm with her muscular exertions. I thought she had a great ass for a woman her age, and then it hit me that she had a great ass, period. I had the urge to put my finger into her ass, but I wasn't sure if she would like it, and I couldn't manage it from that position anyway.
She rode me and bounced and twisted her hips until I slowed her to make it last. She responded and eased the pace as I massaged the tits that were only inches from me. Her nipples swelled with my attention and the soft puffy skin around the points became pink as the blood rushed to where I pinched. I said to her, "Mom, you have an amazing body."
Before her mouth came to mine she said, "For you baby." We kissed as I stroked her back and flanks and I could feel her excitation as she sped up again. She said, "I want to come baby...on you...now."
I said, "Yes mom, come on me."
She rubbed her clit a few times and she drew air through her lips as she bounced and made a sound like, "Nnnnn..." She called my name, and I let her bounce as fast as she wanted and consciously let myself approach orgasm by thinking about shooting my cum up into her pussy. My mother was giving me the best sex of my young life and to think that I was about to make her come added enough to my excitement to throw me over.
I raised my hips as she came down on me and forced my cock high up into her pussy with the first explosion of cum. "Oh yes baby, yes," she said, as she held onto my shoulders and sprang quickly up and down. She leaned her head back and her tits almost hit me in the face as they bounced. I bucked up into her as much as I could, but it was her rocking and rolling that brought me off.
"Oh mom, oh yeah..." I said it again and again. Each time she came down on me I seemed to shoot up in her with a spasm of cum that made me yell out from the intensity. I filled her pussy with my juice until she shuddered to an end, collapsing on my neck as she finished. As I continued releasing into her, I realized that I had assumed mom was protected, but I had never asked. The thought crossed my mind that it was possible that I could make my mother pregnant. It was a scary and exciting thought.
Mom exhaled and said, "That could get addictive."
I said, "That was amazing mom." She kissed me, and when the long kiss ended, I said "Mom, I never asked you, are you on the pill...or something?"
She laughed, "Fine time for you to get curious. Don't worry sweetheart, I am on the pill."
I said, "Can I tell you something mom, when I thought that I could make you pregnant...I sort of liked the idea."
She said, "Wow..." She hesitated and said, "It's nice baby that you would feel that way about me..." She kissed me again, and then she changed the subject.
For the next couple of days, all I wanted to do was fuck my mother, and that was all I could think about. I was glad school was over and my job hadn't started because I never would have been able to concentrate. When mom came home from work, I made up for lost time. I made love to her as much as she would let me, and she let me. The day before Vic came back, I asked mom what was going to happen. She said, "I need to think about it."
A day after Vic came back, I saw him moving out. Mom hadn't said anything to me. He saw the surprise on my face and said, "Time to go kid."
I said, "What happened?"
He said, "Just time to go."
As he gathered up his stuff and cleared out, I thought, 'Another heart to heart with my pal Vic.' I wasn't sorry to see him go. I wondered if that meant I would have mom to myself, and for how long. When I asked mom about Vic after she came home from work she said, "It just wasn't working out." She didn't say anything about us, and I didn't either because I didn't want spoil anything. I made love to her in her bed as we had been doing, and I didn't stay for the night because she didn't ask me to. I wanted to stay, but I could tell that she needed the space.
I got the job and as the weeks went on, we made love a lot. Everything she did turned me on. I guess if you're a son whose libido leads him in that direction, even watching your mom in the kitchen as she goes about her business can be very stimulating. Usually you're watching from behind, without being noticed. You watch as her ass moves, as her tits move, and as your imagination moves. I fit neatly into that category the morning I watched my mom, and felt that familiar hardening in my pants.
As she did the dishes I came up behind her. I kissed her neck, I held her tits and I pressed my cock against her ass and pressed.
She stopped what she doing and said, "Mmmmm..." as she closed her eyes and reached her hand behind to touch my face. As I rubbed against her, her hand moved down to hold my ass. She said, "I love being wanted like this Danny."
I said, "Mom, how could I not want a fox like you?"
She said, "Even an old grey fox?"
I said, "You're a long way from that mom, but I'm still going to want you when you do become an old grey fox."
I unfastened her skirt and took her panties down. She said, "Oh Danny..." She held on to the sink and flexed her hips so that her ass was raised to give me access to her pussy. Before I entered her, I teased her by stroking her ass and occasionally reaching between her legs to rub her pussy. I was turned on by her round ass. I wasn't sure if she would want me to finger her asshole, so I touched the pucker gently to see how she would react. She moaned softly and I massaged it. I took some juice from her moist vagina and used it to stick my finger up into her ass. "Oh Danny," was all she said as I pushed into the small channel. I played with her for a while and then brought myself to her pussy.
Mom was wet enough for me to push in even though I was thick with excitement. I stroked her until I was able to get up against her ass with the deep insertions. I reached under her top and bra to hold her bare breasts. I was amazed at how long I lasted. At one point mom put her hand between her legs and came with a shudder. I loved slapping up against her fleshy ass after each long push. I kissed her neck and it was wet with perspiration. I felt as if I could go on forever, but mom approached her second orgasm and seemed exhausted as she said, "Baby, come with me, come with mommy...OH God...OH,OH, OHHHH...GOD...DANNEEE..." I came with her.
I fired off in quick succession as mom pushed back hard with short crying moans after each time I plunged into her. After she crested and felt my sperm entering her, she said, "Yes baby...come with mommy, come inside me, yes, give me your love." I gave it all to her, in long deep strokes that took me into the depths of her ass until I was totally spent, and her pussy was filled with juice.
Mom caught her breath and said, "I'm so proud of you baby, you were inside me for so long, and you made me feel so good." She hesitated and said, "So." She took a deep breath and said, "So...now you can be with any girl you want to."
I was surprised and not sure what she meant, so I said, "Is that what you want me to do mom, be with other girls?"
She said, "It was once, but it isn't anymore. I want you to want me, and be with me, and I know it's probably selfish because maybe you'd be better off with a younger woman...and one that wasn't your mother, but I could give you whatever you need. I know I don't have the body of a nineteen year old anymore, but I'll love you with this body as best as I can, with all of it." I was stunned. And before I could say anything mom continued pleading her case as if there was a doubt in my mind. She said, "Danny sweetheart, I'll love you better than...anyone...a mother knows how to take care of her son." She got quiet.
I said, "You want to be with me...for good?"
She said, "For as long as you want me darling."
I said, "Mom, you're exactly what I want...the only one I want." She looked at me and her eyes smiled. She said, "It may not seem as if it could work, but I think we're going to be great together." She kissed me and her warm hand covered my cock and balls and I started to harden. She bent over and took the knob into her mouth and my cock completely stiffened into a pole.
If that was how she was going to take care of me, she could do it forever. She sucked the tip and then some of the meat behind it. She moved on the shaft and cupped my balls as she did it. She was making me insane with the desire to come in her mouth. The way she was sucking me, I could tell it wasn't going to be an introduction to something else. She settled into it by getting down on her knees in front of me as I sat there, being loved by a mother who was determined to show her son how much pleasure she could bring him.
All I could think of as my mother sucked and licked me was my hot cream filling her mouth. If I had even the slightest doubt about it, it was dispelled when she stopped for a moment and said, "I love you so much baby; I want to taste you when you come." I was amazed at the love a mother could give to her son.
I touched her hair and face tenderly trying to express the love I was feeling for her at that moment. She answered by gently stroking my hand as she continued to suck me. I lifted my hips to push more of my cock into her mouth and she responded by taking enough of the shaft to make her gasp when it had gone as far as she could take it. She took the back of the rod in her fist and started to stroke it as she sucked. I was in that exquisite moment for an eternity while my mother made love to me with her mouth.
By choice, I readied myself to come. I watched her a little longer as my cock passed between her lips before closing my eyes. I let myself go and said, "I'm coming mom, I'm coming...oh Janice...Ohhhh mom...Ohhhh..." The cum literally poured into her as she stroked my shaft into firing cord after cord of the warm white emulsion into her mouth. I heard mom moan through my releases. When I began to recover enough to open my eyes, I could see some of the cream she hadn't been able to swallow on her lips and chin. I couldn't believe what my mother had just done for me. All I could say was, "I do love you mom."
She put her face on my thigh and said, "I'm so glad baby." That night, after we made love, she said, "Baby, please stay with me tonight...stay with me every night." Knowing we'd be together in that bed every night was a comforting thought. Throughout that sweet night I felt her kisses on me, even when I didn't wake up to have sex with her.
I started college in the fall and because of our schedules we didn't get to spend as much time together as we did in the summer. It sucked. But if I used to get annoyed at people on their cell phones all the time, I now understood it. We probably talked ten times a day, and that made it better. The sound of her voice juiced me, especially when she asked what I was going to do to her when we got home.
That about brings me up to where we are now. A lot has happened in a very short time. We're excited about being with other, and it's fun talking about all the possibilities for our future together. Last night is just another example of how we seem to take new steps together.
We'd finished a bottle a wine between us and it was still early, but we were anxious to get to bed. I took off her clothes slowly and uncovered her breasts. When I took off her skirt, I was pleased to see she had worn stockings and a garter belt that I had never seen. I took off her panties and left the stockings on. I said, "Something new?"
She said, "For you baby." She knew I liked her in stockings and these were sheer black, old fashioned seamed ones. They went high up on her thighs and they almost framed her ass. It was a pretty picture. I ran my hand up from her calf along the tickly material until I reached the creamy smooth skin by her pussy. We kissed and I held her moist bare pussy in the palm of my hand. Mom was filled with love and she kept breaking our kisses to tell me things. She said, "I want to be everything for you Danny, your mother, wife, your lover...everything you want and need."
I said, "You are everything I want and need mom. Nobody can love me the way you do when I'm in your mouth or in your pussy."
She said, "Yes Danny that's where mommy wants you, and you're everything I need Danny. I knew you were the lover I wanted the first time you sucked my pussy. I'm going to be better for you than any girl ever could, do you know that?" I did, and I told so.
As we kissed, I undressed and started thinking about the one thing I hadn't asked her, something that was a fantasy for me ever since I could remember, having anal sex. I wondered if 'everything' included that for mom. While I thought about asking, I moved my hand from rubbing her pussy onto her ass.
I worked my finger to her puckered hole and mom lifted her knee to open herself for me. I fingered over the hole and as we kissed, I entered. Mom made a little moan as I gently probed and she said, "Do you want me there Danny?"
My heart started to thump in excited anticipation. I said, "Would you want me to mom?"
She said, "When you took me from behind in the kitchen, I started thinking thought about it, I realized that I could only want one man that way. It got me excited. I thought it might be what you wanted too because of the way you were touching me there. Yes baby, it would be okay. I want you to do it Danny, so I can be all yours and show you that no one can love you the way your mother loves you."
I prepared to urge her over to take her from behind, but she got on her back and lifted her knees and said, "Can we do it this way baby, so I can see you? I want to watch you while you're putting your cock inside me."
I said, "Yes mom, I want it any way you want it; I can't believe you knew. Just look how hot I am for this." I showed her my cock that was straining in anticipation of being inside her ass.
She said, "It's beautiful baby," and then she pulled her legs back and opened herself. I touched her pussy and then I touched the pink pucker. It felt slick and I was surprised. I put a finger in and I realized that it was lubricated. I said, "Mom did you put something inside you?"
It was the first time I think I had ever seen her blush. She said, "I thought this might happen and I didn't want to have to stop if you wanted to." I brought the swollen knob of my cock to the small opening and placed it directly on her pucker. With my first push I passed through the lubricated anal ring and mom took a deep breath. She said, "Oh God honey..."
If the fit was any tighter, I don't think I couldn't have gotten inside her. I said, "Ohhh mom..." feeling almost ecstatic to be having anal sex with my mother. Her muscles fought to hold me as I pressed forward to get more of my shaft into her tight hot channel.
I had never felt anything like it. I was squeezed in a fist-like grip and it must have been unique for mom too because she moaned as she said, "Aaaahhh...what a feeling Danny, it's so big inside me love, it feels so big."
I said, "Should I stop mom?"
She said, "No baby, don't stop, I want you in me like this...I want it...I want it."
I pushed in until I was completely embedded in my mother's ass. We both let out a sigh as I stayed pressed against her meaty globes. I began to stroke and she kept repeating, "Oh God yes...Oh God yes..." At the end of each full entry, I felt deeper inside her than when I was in her pussy. She said, "I always wanted to belong to somebody like this."
I knew what she meant because as I opened her and stretched her, her acceptance of my entries told me that she was mine. As I took her physically, I could feel our emotional bond solidifying. I bent to kiss her as she kept saying, "I love you."
When I was in her pussy, I hadn't felt any lack of control, but the tight massage my shaft was getting, forced me to concentrate. It felt too good not to go as long as I could, so I slowed to long deliberate strokes that probed deep into my mother's clasping passageway. Skintight is what we both were in her narrow tunnel.
Mom raised herself for a moment to watch as my cock rode in and out of her ass. She said, "It looks so beautiful baby, the way you're filling me." She leaned back and closed her eyes and said, "Oh God, it feels so good love." She rested her legs on my shoulders, and as I pressed forward, it opened her to her limit. I felt as if she was taking more than just my cock into her as she welcomed me into her body.
I knew I was getting close to coming and I started to circle her clit with my thumb. The sensitive nub appeared out of its hood and it felt sticky with my mother's juices as I rubbed over it. Mom reacted immediately with a deep intake of breath and a cry of, "OOoohhhhhhh..." The sound seemed to go on forever. I increased the tempo of my insertions. I kept at it. I lost track of everything as I continued to drive in and out of my mother's ass. The friction was intense as the lubrication had thinned because I had been fucking her for so long. When I realized how long she had been taking me inside her, I built up to the point of orgasm so as not to make her sorer than she already was. When she said, "Oh Danny yes, come in me...fuck me...fuck me Danny," I let go.
A strange sound came from deep in my throat as a torrent of cum seemed to come out of me to fill my mother's ass. She cried out again and after the first few uncontrollable firings, I gathered myself enough to keep rubbing her clit. She came yelling my name as I released the last spasms of cream into her. My last entries into her ass were smooth with the lubrication of my cum.
We rested for a few minutes and then kissed for a while. Mom was flushed and her hair was damp from our exertions. I said, "Mom, a few months ago you said your lessons would change my life, boy were you right."
She smiled and said, "I didn't know the half of it then, because being with you baby has given me a brand new life. Do you know something Danny; I never loved anyone as much as I love you."
I held her in my arms. I said, "I was wondering something. Remember when I was worried about getting you pregnant...you never said anything about it."
Mom said, "I know, I was afraid at that moment. It all sounded so crazy. I had just made love with my son and he's talking about getting me pregnant? Baby, I know what you were saying now, and I see what a beautiful thought it is, to make it a part of our love. Honey, there's a lot to talk about, but I'm not afraid of that thought anymore."
I said, "That's all I needed to hear mom." We kissed as a mother and son who could do anything together. After resting a while, she put on her panties and said, "I'm getting a Coke, do you want something?"
I reached for her tit and rolled her nipple. I said, "Yeah I want something."
She looked surprised as she eyed my cock coming to life. She said, "You want me again?"
I said, "Look at that body; of course I want you again, I'm always going to want you again." I'd never seen a wider smile than the one that crossed my mother's face as she put her thumbs into her waistband and began pulling her panties down.