I turned eighteen the summer of 1957 and was still a virgin; as a matter of fact, I had never even kissed a girl my own age. I stayed horny and masturbated at least twice a day, often three times -- every day. The Life magazine pictures of celebrities in their two-piece bathing suits or the lingerie section of the Sears catalog gave me a sufficient hard-on.
A little after 11:00 pm on a hot July night I finished beating-off and needed to pee. There were two routes to get from my bedroom to the only bathroom in our small house: I could walk down a dark hall and enter the bathroom from our living room or I could cut through Mom and Dad's room. That night I choose the latter. I heard no noise coming from their room, so I pushed open the door which was already partially ajar and took a step into their bedroom. The room was well illuminated by the full moon through the open window. What I saw has been etched in my mind all these years later.
Mom was astraddle Dad slowly rocking up and down. Both hands were on his chest and her ample boobs were gently swaying with her motion. In the dim light I fixated on her pendulous breasts with a large areola and very pointed nipples. She noticed me; smiled; took her hands off dad's chest and caressed a boob with her right hand and with her left hand she put one finger over her lips signaling me to keep quiet. Dad had not seen me, so I backed out of their room.
I walked down the hall to the bathroom but was unable to pee because my dick was so hard. I could not get the mental picture of Mom's swaying breasts and her smile out of my mind. I returned to my bedroom and now could clearly hear sounds from their room through the paper-thin walls separating the two bedrooms; noises which I had tuned out in the past. I heard Dad softly moaning and also heard something like a slurping noise.
My dick got harder trying to image what was happening just a few feet from me. I starting jerking-off for the third time that day. As hard as I stroked my dick, I could not reach a climax -- I usually cum within a few minutes of starting, but tonight, nothing. My bladder needed relief and now I needed to cum. I kept wanking, and still nothing happened. I decided to see what Mom and Dad were actually doing. I crept to their partially opened door and peeked in -- Dad's dick was in Mom's mouth!
Although I did not think it was possible, my dick got even harder -- it was now painful and my balls were swollen. I continued watching in silence, stroking my dick. Dad mumbled something and Mom lifted her head off his dick but continued to massage it until several ropes of cum spewed forth over her boobs and face. At that point I sensed I was ready to release my own cum and sneaked back into my room to enjoy my ejaculation. It was the best jerk-off of the three I did that day.
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We lived in a small house on twenty-five acres about fifteen miles from town. It was only two bedrooms and a single bathroom. It had originally been the guest cottage behind my grandfather's home, but his mansion burned shortly after he died.
For a good part of my life I was raised by a single mother. World War II broke out when I was two years old and Dad joined the Marines and saw a lot of combat in the Pacific as an infantry officer. When he came home after the war he never kept a job very long and developed a serious gambling problem. In today's world he would probably be diagnosed with PTSD. He was a good father and husband, and he and Mom were very much in love with each other. Dad and I maintained our acreage and I worked part time at a nearby farm.
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Two weeks later I worked my part-time job until after sunset. Mom was an Emergency Room nurse at the general hospital in town and usually worked the 3:00 pm to 11:00 pm shift so I knew she would not be home. Dad's car was not in the garage so I surmised he was in town drinking with his buddies -- I assumed he would not be home until later. All the lights were on in the house, but it was like Dad to leave them that way when he left the house.
Our only bathroom had no shower, only a claw-leg tub, but Dad built a cold-water shower outside. I undressed and rinsed off under the outdoor shower, but the mosquitoes and gnats were biting so badly, I ran into the house to finish cleaning in the tub leaving my muddy clothes on the bench outside. I walked into the bathroom, and to my surprise, Mom was standing nude brushing her almost jet-black hair in the mirror behind the bathroom door. She was facing me full-frontal! I glanced at her beautiful tits, but my eyes went at once to her bush. It was as black as her hair, was untrimmed and covered all of her crouch. I was mesmerized, and my dick immediately went full-erect. I was starring at her pussy when she said in a soft voice, "knock, knock". I looked up and she was smiling at me and pointing to the door.
She was not alarmed by my presence and I am sure she noticed my fully-erect dick pointed straight towards her. I mumbled "excuse me; I thought you were working today..." With her winning smile she said, "no, I'm off today, and getting ready to go dancing with your father as soon as he gets home." I was spellbound by the sight of her nakedness and continued to stare all the while my dick getting harder and harder.
I was incredulous that we were having a conversation in the nude standing only three feet apart. Mom did not attempt to cover but cleared her throat and again pointed to the door. I slowly backed out of the room continuing to observe Mom, closing the door behind me. She called out through the thin, wooden door, "I'll be finished in a minute and you can have the bathroom".
I retreated to my room, closed the door and vigorously beat-off to the mental image of my Mom's full-frontal nudity. Mom knocked on my door to tell me the bathroom was available and asked if I was ok. Continuing to passionately stroke my dick, I said I was fine. A few seconds later I ejaculated a large quantity of cum into a dirty tee-shirt I grabbed from a pile of dirty clothes on the floor.
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I'm not particularly well hung -- I'm about average in that department. My dick is large enough that I'm not embarrassed to shower with the guys after Phys-ed class. There is one poor fellow in our class with an extremely small pecker. He is teased unmercifully by everyone and is even more shy than I am. On the other hand, two of my friends seem to be hanging a fire-hose between their legs. Fortunately, I fall in between those extremes.
Mom, at 42, was a beautiful woman. She stood 5'1" weighed about 95 pounds with a full figure, a winsome smile and possessed what can be characterized as a "bubbly" or vivacious personality. Her hair was dark brunette, almost black, and she wore it long and wavy except she kept it in a bun when working. The dark hair contrasted with her light complexion and her blue, nearly purple, eyes. She had been a cheerleader and was homecoming queen in high school. Dad (an all-star football player) was her king.
They went steady throughout high school and college (where they were queen and king of homecoming their senior year) and married after they graduated. I came along a year later. I was their only child.
Dad inherited the 25-acre tract upon which our small house was situated from his grandfather. Not long after inheriting the property he mortgaged the land for much more than it was worth and eventually lost all the money on a risky business venture. He always promised Mom he would build her a new house on this acreage but could never hold a job for any length of time or stay away from his bookie long enough to save enough money to do so.
Mom loved to dance and Dad would take her dancing often. When Mom and I were alone in the house she sometimes put a Glen Miller 78 rpm disc on the Victrola and pulled me away from whatever I was doing to dance with her. She and I jitterbugged to In the Mood, and she could do the Lindy Hop, the Black Bottom and the Charleston and other dances she saw at the movies she and I attended when I was growing up. She taught me all the swing dances even though she was the only partner with whom I ever danced. She sometimes played Harry James's Stardust and "forced" me to slow-dance with her. Of course, I would get a major boner being so close to her, but I always wore jockey shorts and tight blue jeans. I could keep my stiff tool pressed against my belly and Mom never realized how hard I got slow-dancing with her.
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In late August of that summer, a few weeks before I was to enter college in the nearby university Dad hit a big winner at the track and enthusiastically treated us to a short vacation in a tourist cabin on the beach near Pensacola, Florida only about a five-hour drive from our home. I drove the family Buick with Mom sitting next to me, and Dad by the window. They did not think I noticed them playing footsie with each other and occasionally touching the other's crotch and softly laughing. The jockey shorts and blue jeans I wore hid my erect penis.
The tourist cabin we rented was an efficiency type -- one room with a twin bed and a cot plus a small bathroom and a kitchenette After the long drive we hit the sack early. Mom and Dad tried to quietly fuck with me only a few feet away, but I could tell exactly what they were doing. I slowly jerked-off. Dad tried to move quietly, but I was aware of all that was going on. He slid down and put his face into Mom's pussy. I could hear Mom moaning and Dad making slurping noises as they continued. I aggressively stroked my dick and timed my ejaculation with what I was sure was Mom's climax.
The next morning, we walked to the beach and played in the surf for a little while. Dad and I tossed a football while Mom waded in the surf. She was wearing a light-brown bikini. What was called a "bikini" in the 1950s was nothing like today's bikinis. Hers could more accurately be described as a modest two-piece swimsuit -- the bottom covered as high as her navel and the bra hardly showed any boob. Nevertheless, it caused me a stiffie so I went into waist-deep water until it went flaccid.
Shortly before noon Dad left "to check out things in town". We knew he would come home that evening with a couple of new "friends" and would want Mom to cook for his buddies. The truth was Dad made friends easily and Mom enjoyed cooking the fresh shrimp he would bring home.
When Dad left, Mom and I walked back to the cabin to lunch on some Vienna sausage, cheese and crackers she had packed. After lunch she took a shower in the small bathroom -- I could only imagine her naked in the shower with the water hitting her body.
She came out of the small bathroom wrapped in a towel and told me to take my shower and that we should nap before we went out again. When I finished my shower and returned to the room I saw she was asleep by the open window with an oscillating fan blowing on her. She was wearing a pair of shorts and one of Dad's undershirts. I could plainly see her nipples through the fabric. I laid down on my bed in the nude and beat-off again watching Mom's tits rise and fall with her breath.
I awoke a couple of hours later and saw Mom in her bathing suit by the sink cutting an apple for our snack. She obviously had seen me laying nude on the bed and covered me with a sheet and picked up the towel I used to catch my cum. She heard me stirring and told me to get my swim suit on to go back to the beach for a couple of hours. I put a tight jock-strap under my swim suit to hide what I knew was a soon-to-be boner. We shared some apple slices and more cheese and talked about my starting college in a few weeks. I planned to live at home and commute to the school. We finished our snack and our conversation and walked on the hot sand down to the beach.
The beach was more crowded in the late afternoon than it had been that morning. Mom and I waded in the surf for a while and then sat on a large towel, just talking and enjoying each other's company. An itinerate photographer came by and asked if we would like for him to take some pictures of us. He took several of the two of us sitting on the towel and then suggested I lift up my "pixie of a girlfriend" in both arms and pose. Mom and I looked at each other and laughed but said nothing to disabuse the photographer of the notion that we were romantically involved. With my 5'10" 185-pound frame and high school football training, I had no trouble lifting my petite mother and cradling her in my arms. Mom smiled, kicked her feet, waved to the camera with one hand and grabbing her floppy hat with the other. I got a monster of a hard-on, but the tight jock strap hid it nicely. The photographer gave us a chit to claim the photos the next day. I bought an 8 x 10 of me holding Mom and still have that picture to this day. I jerked-off to it many, many times over the years.
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I was extremely shy, actually, painfully shy all my life. I could not carry on a conversation with a girl, much less ask one for a date. I would break out in sweat and stutter when I tried to talk with a girl my age. I could not make myself call anyone for a date even although I had crushes on several girls in high school.
I was determined to change my life when I went to college. I pledged a fraternity, and through some grit and determination I was able to talk and dance with girls at the fraternity/sorority exchanges. After several exchange parties I built up enough nerve to ask a pretty blonde named Annie out. We danced together to several numbers and she complimented me on my steps. She was tall, at least compared to Mom; she had her hair styled in the latest "bee-hive" do and she wore fashionable clothes.
Our first date went well -- we went to a downtown movie and enjoyed each other's company. She gave me a nice good night kiss when I walked her to her sorority house. It was my first ever kiss from someone to whom I was not kin.
Our second date was to a drive-in movie. She sat close to me as we watched the movie. I worked up the nerve to put my arm around her. She nestled in close to me. About half way through the movie we kissed. She taught me French-kissing and I was an enthusiastic learner. I put my hand on her tit, and she pulled it away saying, "Not yet, Tommy." We lingered in a passionate kiss outside her sorority house when I took her home.
Less than a week after my second date with Annie Dad died in an automobile accident. He was a passenger in a pickup truck driven by a friend which failed to negotiate a curve on the wet highway and hit a tree. Mom was devastated. After the funeral there were about two dozen well-wishers in our small living room, but Mom wasn't there. I went to check on her and found her sitting on her bed crying.
She had removed her black sheath dress, her black pillbox hat and veil and was sitting there in her black slip. I walked in; she stood and embraced me. I comforted her as best I could, but the closeness to her and her scent caused me a major hard-on. "What a poor son I am," I thought, "here Mom just buried the only man she had ever given herself to and I get a boner just being near her." I knew she could feel my hard dick, it was poking her in the abdomen. She cried for a few minutes, then turned and got a tissue from the box on her dresser. She wiped her eyes and said she should greet our visitors. She told me to take my time. I went into my room, closed and locked the door and beat-off looking at the picture of Mom and I on the beach.
I moved out of the fraternity house back into my old room. I did not see Annie the rest of that semester.
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Mom went back to work two weeks after we buried Dad. We quickly settled into a routine. I would study until late in the night. Mom usually arrived home near mid-night from her 3:00 pm to 11:00 pm shift. She would take her bath, put on a granny-type night gown, come into my room, sit on my bed, drink a glass of wine and talk -- she needed to unwind from her stressful job as an Emergency Room nurse.
Even in her gown, I found her to be sexy and would get a boner as I sat at my desk talking with her. I could stroke my dick slowly as she talked without her seeing my activity. After she talked a while, she would kiss me on the cheek and go to bed. I would then get in my bed, pull out the picture of Mom and I on the beach and rub-off.
I suggested one night that her granny gown was getting ragged and that she should get something more attractive. The next night she showed up in my room in a peach colored short nightie -- it didn't show her bobs or pussy, but her nipples were clearly defined. When she bent over I could see her bikini panties, causing me an immediate erection.
The two of us continued this routine for several months. During the late spring and early summer weekends when the weather was nice Mom asked me to give her a ride on Dad's old Indian motorcycle. We would ride for hours on the back roads of southeast Louisiana and return home as the sun was setting. The Indian motorcycle seat was not made for riding two up, but she squeezed close to me pushing her tits against my back and held me around the waist as we rode.
She mentioned once how the vibrations of the motorcycle caused a pleasant sensation. After our rides Mom would go to her room and shut the door. I could hear her running Dad's old electric scalp massager; the type you strapped on the back of your hand. I knew Mom was not massaging her scalp and had a good idea what she was doing so I retreated to my room and stroked my dick trying to come at the same time I could hear her reach climax.
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Mom was awarded a big promotion at the hospital: she became head nurse and she started working 8:00 am to 5:00 pm, but because of the demands of the job she rarely got home before 8:00 pm. I started my second year of college in September continuing to live at home although I maintained membership in my fraternity. Annie was dating one of my fraternity brothers and I felt pangs of jealousy when I saw them out together. I lapsed back into my shyness around girls. I had not been on a date since taking Annie out before Dad died.
Mom and I continued our familiar activities though spring, summer and into fall. It was just the two of us for Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year's Eve. In early spring my fraternity set the date for our spring formal dance in May. I had no prospects of getting a date for that event but I came up with an idea.
"Mom, can we talk?"
"Sure Beau, what about?"
"My fraternity is having its spring formal dance in May and I wonder... if you'd like... would you go with me?"
"Beau, I'm flattered you'd think of me, but wouldn't you rather take one of those hot sorority co-eds I see on campus?"
"Mom, I'm not interested in asking any of them. You haven't been out dancing in ages -- not since Dad died. I'd offer to take you to the Swing Club, but they don't allow anyone under 21 in. This will be a great opportunity for the two of us to have some fun showing off all the dance steps you've taught me."
"Well... if you're sure... let me think about it and let you know."
The next day Mom told me she would love to be my date for the formal. She immediately started shopping for material and a pattern to make a formal gown. She took Dad's old tux out of the cedar chest and altered it to fit me. I got a boner standing in front of her as she measured the tux, but she didn't seem to notice.
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Early the day of the prom Mom bathed and set her hair. I showered outside and hung out in my room thinking about Mom being so excited and making her preparations. I wore a new, tight jock-strap to hide what I knew would be a major hard-on when I slow-danced with Mom. We were both ready more than a half hour before it was time to leave the house.
We admired each other -- Mom in a royal purple full-length, strapless gown which show-cased her magnificent titties. Her high-heel shoes emphasized her ass -- she rarely wore high-heels but carried herself nicely in them. Her hair was up in a formal style and she wore dangling earrings which I have never before seen. I pinned a corsage on her breast and she gave me a peck on the cheek.I opened one of the two bottles of champagne I had chilled for the occasion. We had no flutes from which to drink the bubbly so we made do with a couple of jelly-glass tumblers. Knowing I had to drive I took only one drink, but Mom finished the rest of the bottle explaining she was somewhat nervous about this affair.
We arrived at the ball fashionably late and I introduced Mom to some of my fraternity brothers and their dates. We sat at a small table and I opened the second bottle of champagne and a waiter provided crystal flutes. A seven-piece band with an attractive songstress provided the music. This was 1958 and music was in transition -- the group played big-band numbers from the 1940s but also did a credible job on some of the newer "rock and roll" songs.
I dropped a quarter in the tip jar by the microphone and asked the leader to play In the Mood. Mom and I danced while several of the brothers and dates provided an audience. Her high-heel shoes and full-length gown did not impede Mom's steps. We adroitly put on a show for our fans. We sat out the next couple of dances, but when the band played Stardust (which cost me another quarter) we danced the slow number. Naturally, my dick was hard while we danced so close together, but the new jock strap kept it pinned to my belly.
We finished the second bottle of champagne -- or rather Mom finished most of it. Several of my fraternity brothers and their dates sat with us and enjoyed talking with Mom. The brothers made a concoction in a large ceramic vat they called "kick-a-poo joy juice" -- it was several bottles of rum, several bottles of vodka and a can of fruit juice. One of my friends brought Mom a couple of paper-cups of this brew. She seemed to enjoy the drinks and the attention she was receiving. She and I danced several more numbers, both swing music and slow tempo.
Annie and her date were sitting across the floor from us. She looked over our way several times, then walked over and sat at our table. She warmly said hello to me, but she was most enthralled talking with Mom. She complained to Mom that I had been ignoring her -- Mom feigned a dirty look at me and in an authoritarian voice told me to ask Annie out again. The two talked and laughed for several minutes and as she was leaving our table Annie gently grasped my wrist and said to call her.
Mom drank more than I had ever seen her. By the time the band played Good Night Sweetheart, Well It's Time to Go at 2:00 am she had trouble standing. She insisted on dancing the last dance -- she held my neck with both arms and pulled herself tightly against me. She told me she loved me and I told her the same. My balls were about to explode, but if she felt my stiffie she did not let on.
She fell asleep, or maybe passed out, during the forty-five-minute drive home. I had seen her tipsy before, but never this drunk. Once at the house I gently lifted her out of the passenger side of the car and carried her inside. She held me by the neck with both arms. As I was carrying her into the house she hummed some of the songs to which we danced. She giggled and laughed as I laid her into her bed. Then she was out cold again.
I realized I should undress her and put one of her nighties on her. I turned her on her side and unbuttoned her gown in the back. I slowly slipped it off her -- she was wearing a black strapless bra, a black garter belt holding up her nylon hose and no panties. My dick was straining against my jock strap so I took off my trousers and the jock strap. My dick sprang forward leaking a substantial amount of pre-cum juice on her sheets.
I undressed Mom -- she lay before me completely nude. Her nipples were hard. I starred at her pussy -- it was untrimmed and hirsute just as I remembered it. I was tempted to grab a fist-full of that beautiful hair but resisted. I removed her earrings with my dick only inches from her boobs. I considered putting its head on her nipples but did not do so. I could stick my dick in her mouth and she would never know.
Again, I looked at her pussy -- I could touch that beautiful, unkempt hair with my tool -- hell, I could even fuck her!... That was a line I could never cross -- I could admire her body, fantasize about her, jack-off to her image, but I could not get physical with her -- after-all she was my mother and that would be incest. I sat her up and took the clips and pins out of her hair and brushed it out. She moaned and held me by the neck and then passed on off to sleep. I then put a nightie on her, turned on the overhead ceiling fan, covered her with a sheet and light cotton blanket and went to my room. I stroked my dick vigorously and shot ropes of cum all over my bed. I decided I would take care of the sheets the next day.
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It was on a Wednesday almost two weeks later when Mom and I were next alone with each other during the day. School was out because of a fire in one of the campus buildings and Mom had the day off as compensation for working 48 hours straight over the weekend. The weather was hot that morning and I parked Dad's old Indian motorcycle in the shade of an oak tree to do some minor work.
Mom came out of the house with a glass of wine for herself and a cold glass of lemonade in a bright green aluminum glass for me. She sat on the nearby lounge chair sipping her wine. She was wearing a white sleeveless shirt with the collar turned up, red cuffed short-shorts, sandals and a wide-brim hat. I commented it was a little early for wine; She feigned anger at me and said she didn't get many week-days off and she was going to enjoy this one.
Mom and I made small talk as I finished my work. She sat on the lounge chair, cocked one leg up and stretched the other -- I looked at her and almost gasped -- I could see her pussy - well, not really her pussy just cunt hairs, but it was enough to cause an erection. Thankfully, I was wearing tight jeans so I tugged at it and was able to successfully hide it from Mom's sight.
"Mom, we don't have anything planned today -- let's have a little fun. We can put our swim suits on under our clothes, make some sandwiches and go on a picnic?"
"Sure Beau, that will be fun. Where will we go?"
"I'm going to surprise you."
An hour later we were riding the motorcycle along an almost deserted road. I turned off the black-top lane and rode for several miles along a poorly maintained dirt road through the company forest. I almost passed the fire trail I was looking for, but found it and we rode several miles along rough terrain until coming to a small rise. I stopped the bike, killed the engine and asked Mom what she thought of our picnic site.
"Beau, I love it here. Your dad and I used to come here when we were courting..."
"Mom, I'm somewhat disappointed -- I had wanted to show you something new..."
"Beau, don't be disappointed -- I love this place. I haven't been here in years. What a beautiful creek and sand beach. You make me so happy."
It was early afternoon and we were both hungry. We spread the old quilt we brought on the sandy beach near the water's edge and ate our sandwiches and orange slices. Mom drank some wine while I consumed cold sweet tea from the thermos.
Mom said we should wait a half-hour before we went into the water to avoid cramps. She removed her shorts and shirt to bask in the sun while we passed the time. She was wearing a new, one-piece white swim suit which was about a size too small for her. As she turned over onto her stomach I got a front view of her cleavage down to her areola. Of course, my dick was hard, but the tight jock strap I was wearing hid it from Mom's sight. We talked to pass the time as our food settled.
Exactly a half-hour after we ate we ran into the creek -- although the day was hot, the water was ice-cold. We splashed around some, swam a few strokes and then decided to dry off. I was amazed when we got out of the water: Mom's wet, white swim suit hid nothing. I could clearly see her pussy and titties. My raging hard continued unabated.
Mom seemed oblivious to the transparency of her attire. We sat on the quilt; Mom removed her rubber swim cap and brushed her hair. As she did so her boobs bounced giving me quite a show. She drank the last of the wine she brought. I could tell she was tipsy and noticed she would rub her crotch from time to time.
After a few minutes of silence Mom looked at me sternly and asked, "Beau, you're still a virgin, aren't you?"
Although not proud of that status at 19 years of age, I did not try to hide this fact from Mom, "yes, I've never had an opportunity to..."
"Beau, I understand your shyness around girls, but last year you seemed to be coming out of it. You should ask Annie out again -- she likes you and I think you two can get it on in no time... Take her dancing -- she loves to dance and as we saw at the fraternity formal she's a good dancer. When you take her back to her sorority house, give her a good, lingering, wet kiss goodnight -- she'll return the kiss, but leave without trying anything else.
"Bring her to our place on your second date -- I'll fix something special and after dinner you and she can help me save the dishes. We'll go to the living room and dance. After a few dances I'll say I have to go take care of business in the hospital. Y'all dance a few more jitterbugs, then something slow. Kiss her eagerly while you dance. Move over to the sofa and continue smooching..."
"Mom, should I be writing this down?"
She playfully hit me on the shoulder and said, "Don't get smart with me... Now listen. While you smooch on the sofa, feel her breasts. She'll let you... Squeeze one of them hard. Then play with the nipple through her clothes and bra -- soon she'll bare her breasts to you. You suggest moving to your bedroom, and as you walk into the room assure her you have a condom. Continue to kiss and play with her pussy to get her juices flowing, then you're home..."
"Sure, Mom I'll do that..."
"Don't just 'sure Mom' me -- DO IT!"
Mom was giddy at this point and her "bubbly" personality was apparent. Giggling, she asked me, "Beau, do you know what your dad and I used to do when we came here?"
"Mom, I'm not sure we should talk about that..."
"Oh, don't be silly... you well know what your dad and I did, but I wasn't talking about that. We used to skinny-dip when we were here alone -- just like we're alone now... let's you and me skinny-dip."
I was as hard as a rock, but the jock strap kept my pecker flat against my abdomen. I answered, "Mom, the water's way too cold -- we should be headed back home now."
"Nonsense, we'll only be in for a few seconds..." She peeled off her wet bathing suit, standing nude in front of me. "Now you get naked..."
"Somebody might see us..."
"There's nobody around..." and she reached up and pulled down my trucks and jock strap. Seeing my erection, she exclaimed, "Oh, my goodness! Did I cause that?"
"Well Mom, you look so hot in that bathing suit..."
"Has it been like that ever since we got here?"
"Yea... but I've managed to keep it hidden."
"Your balls must be hurting... You can't ride the motorcycle in that condition. Lie down on the quilt and let mommy help you."
I obeyed Mom and lay on the quilt. She, still completely nude, sat beside me. She took a bottle of baby oil from her bag rubbed on her hands, then rubbed it on my throbbing cock. Disregarding my earlier vow of never having sexual contact with my mother I did not try to resist. The sensation was unreal -- my mother pumping my dick.
This was something I fantasized about for many years and now it was happening. Mom, perhaps feeling a little woozy from the alcohol, while continuing to work my dick, lay down on my right side. She put her right leg over my right leg and let her tits fall onto my chest. My arm was penned between our bodies, but I managed to reach down and grasp some of her pubic hair between my fingers. She raised her head slightly, looked me in the eye and said "naughty boy", but made no effort to remove my hand and continued stroking my shaft. Her face was only inches from my face -- she was breathing hard. In a whisper I said, "Mom, kiss me."
Without a word, her open mouth was on mine -- her tongue was inside my mouth finding its way as deep as she could push it. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and stuck it as far as I could. She stroked my dick even harder -- I could feel the ejaculation approaching.
I said nothing to Mom, but she must have felt it fast-approaching. She stroked faster and I shot several streams of cum everywhere. Some landed on Mom's face, but most on her boobs and tummy. A lot landed on my chest. Mom giggled and said, "It looks like we have to go skinny-dippy now."
We waded into waist-deep water and washed the jizz off on both our bodies. I could see in the clear water that Mom continued to massage her pussy. I offered, "Mom, let me do that for you -- you'll get much more satisfaction if I help you than if you do it yourself."
"I don't know if that's such a good idea..."
I picked my diminutive mother up in my arms and walked to the quilt. She put both her arms around my neck. I lowered her onto the quilt and reached to her pussy and rubbed it while kissing her. Her pussy was dripping wet from the creek. I inserted a finger into her fuck hole and found it to be just as wet. I shifted positions and put my face onto her wet pussy.
I had no idea what to do -- I had never done anything like this before and never even saw a porn film where this was done -- porn being extremely rare in rural Louisiana in the late 1950s. I brushed aside some of the pubic hair covering her vulva and pushed my tongue against her labia. I moved my tongue around until I found the clitoris -- of course at that time I had no idea what these parts of the female anatomy were called -- then it was all pussy to me.
As I worked Mom's clit with my tongue, she would writhe in pleasure. She moaned some unintelligible phrases, but I heard her distinctly say, "Oh... my goodness..." After only a few minutes I felt her stiffen and then make a slight spasm as she climaxed. I continued and shortly brought her to another orgasm. She said "Kiss me, Beau, kiss me..."
I moved up to meet her lips and as I did I felt my dick touch her pussy. To my surprise Mom guided my dick until the head was just inside her pussy. I should have pulled out, but instead I pushed further in. Mom helped by thrusting her ass. My whole dick was inside -- I could not believe it -- I was fucking my mother. We were both still for a short time -- I could feel my dick throbbing inside her pussy, and Mom's pussy undulating on my dick. The sensation was unbelievable.
Our pause lasted only a few seconds. I fucked her hard -- I pounded her -- I could hear the slaps as our bodies pummeled together. I could feel her climax at least twice. We rolled over and Mom assumed the superior position. She bounced on my pecker -- her titties moving up and down and swaying from side to side. She reached down and stimulated her pussy as we fucked. Again, she climaxed. We rolled off the quilt. Since we were both still wet from the skinny-dipping the sand stuck to our bodies. I continued to pump Mom -- she embraced me tightly; I could feel her fingernails digging into my back. I cried out, "Mom, I'm coming... I'm coming!"
"Come in me baby, please shoot it into my pussy!"
As I was coming I could feel her orgasmic spasm. We were both spent -- my dick softened and I pulled out of her, but she would not release her grip. We remained in this embrace for a long time. I finally broke the spell, "Mom, we have to go. It's almost sunset and I don't think I can find my way out of here in the dark."
We waded into the creek and washed the sand off our bodies. We dried off as best we could with our wet towels, dressed and headed home.
At home we showered together under the cold-water outdoor shower -- I soaped her titties and her pussy good and she lathered my dick. We dried off and both of us nude, I carried her inside to her bedroom. She told me to lay down -- I did so and she put her mouth over my cock. I was incredulous -- having my beautiful mom suck my dick. It was not very long before I felt the cum about to eject. I warned Mom, but she continued sucking. I felt the ejaculation fill her mouth, but she continued. Afterwards, I collapsed in sleep on her bed; I was awakened by her wiping my dick with a warm, wet cloth. I said, "Mom, let me do you now..."
"No Beau, I've had six orgasms today -- more than I would have most months with your father. I have to get up for work tomorrow and you have school... I bet you have assignments to read for tomorrow... Let's call it a day, but Beau, I want you to know I was serious when I said you need to ask Annie out and follow the instructions I gave you..."
# # #
My relationship with Annie progressed even more rapidly than Mom envisaged. I took her dancing at the Swing Club Friday night (they no longer checked IDs so even though both of us were under 21 we were admitted). The Rhythm Aces were performing -- one of Annie's favorite local bands. We danced several jazzy numbers and when they played a slow song Annie and I danced close. My dick got hard, but I had worn my jock strap as a precaution. As we slow-danced, I kissed her -- she returned the kiss enthusiastically.
I suggested we sit in the car to get out of the hot dance area; she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the door. In the car we kissed passionately -- I squeezed her tits and played with a nipple through her brassiere. She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her tit out. I kissed it and sucked hard on the nipple. Although her boobs are small compared to Mom's, her nipple protruded further than Mom's. She rubbed my cock through my pants, but when I suggested I take it out, she said "No Tommy, let's wait."
As we drove back to the sorority house she sat close to me and rubbed the inside of my thigh and occasionally touched my extremely hard dick through my pants. We French-kissed by the door to her sorority house until mid-night when the house mother came to lock the door. As Annie entered the house she accepted my invitation to have dinner with Mom and me the next day.
Mom was in her bed reading and waiting up for me. She was wearing a sexy teddy with no panties -- I could clearly see her boobs and her pussy. She wanted me to tell everything Annie and I had done and said. I sat on the side of the bed and removed my clothes and jock strap. My dick was extremely hard and my balls were hurting. As I recounted my evening Mom slowly stroked my tool.
As I finished my story, I reached over and pulled Mom's sheer teddy over her head. We were both naked and she was still gently working my dick. She laid down and rubbed her kootsie. I laid on top of her and we kissed -- she guided my hard dick into her pussy. Again, I pounded her -- the slapping sounds as our bodies met added to the pleasure. I felt her climax twice and as I was about to lose it she came again. I pulled out and shot cum all over her tits and stomach. She pulled me back in before I was finished. Afterwards we lay side by side, spent. I asked, "Mom, is there any danger of you getting pregnant..."
"No Beau, we had problems while I was carrying you and delivery was touch and go. After you were born I could have no more children. That's why you're an only child. But... I want grandchildren, and I think Annie might be a good mate for you."
# # #
I picked Annie up at her sorority house at four the next afternoon. She was beautiful wearing a yellow blouse tied at the bottom, beige "petal-pusher" pants and yellow sandals. We kissed warmly as we walked to my car. She sat close to me during the 45-minute trip to my home -- she kept her left hand on my right thigh the entire trip.
At home, Mom and Annie greeted each other warmly. Annie helped Mom make last minute preparations and set the table for Mom's chicken and okra gumbo with rice. After eating and taking care of the dishes we went to the living room and the three of us danced to some of Dad's old Victrola 78 rpm records. As planned, at about six pm Mom announced she had to go to the hospital for a few hours to take care of some pressing business. After Mom left I put a rock-n-roll record on the record player, but Annie said "Let's slow danceI put a 45 rpm Johnny Mathis song on the record player. We embraced tightly as we danced -- I kissed her; she returned the kiss. We moved to the sofa -- she lay down and I lain atop her still kissing. We kissed for only a short time before I unbuttoned her blouse -- she reached behind her back and removed her brassiere. Her tits were somewhat small, cone-shaped, and her red areola and nipples contrasted with her alabaster skin.
We moved off the sofa -- she kicked off her sandals and I helped her remove her pants. She worn no panties -- her pussy was beautiful. Her pubic hair was blond, matching her hair color, and was well trimmed; quite a contrast to Mom's pubic region. She nearly tore my jeans off me while I unbuttoned my shirt. We walked to my bedroom still kissing; she grasped my dick and squeezed it -- I told her I had protection. She said she was carrying a couple of condoms for us to use.
She lay on my bed; I lain down beside her rubbing and fingering her pussy. She was wet and ready -- we didn't need more foreplay. She helped put the condom on my dick and we greased it lightly with Vaseline. I rolled on top of her supporting my weight with my elbows and slowly entered her. She lay still for an instant, but as I penetrated further she became animated. She wrapped her arms around my back and locked her legs around me. I pounded her hard and she responded.
We fucked for over an hour -- after fucking "missionary position" for a time she rolled on top of me -- later, I sat in a wooden chair and she straddled my lap facing me so I could suck her protruding nipples -- we then fucked on the rug on the floor of my bedroom -- finally, she stood against the wall as I pounded her. We each orgasmed several times, and the last one milked me dry. I pulled out and removed the rubber from my dick -- she asked if she could see it, she said she had never seen cum before. She touched some with her finger and tasted it.
We rested beside each other in my small bed and both slept. It was dark outside when I awoke -- only the light from a lamp in the living room provided illumination. I kissed one of her tits and her nipple extended. I moved between her legs -- and kissed her pussy. Her pussy was sloppy and her pubic hair matted down by cum and pussy juice. It emitted a distinct odor, but I did not stop -- she stirred and moaned as I continued tonguing her pussy. She moaned louder and louder as she got nearer orgasm -- finally she yelled out in ecstasy -- she tightened her legs around my head, but I forced my way up to kiss her lips. I put a clean rubber on my dick and entered her -- she grabbed me tightly scratching my back with her fingernails. I had an orgasm, but ejaculated very little.
# # #
Mom was home and awake reading in bed when I returned about 1:00 am after dropping Annie off in time for her mid-night curfew at the sorority house. She wanted to know everything we did -- I spent the better part of the next hour recounting in detail the events of the evening.
Half-way through my narrative Mom sat next to me on the bed and casually removed her nightie and my clothes and continued to listen while gently rubbing my dick with one hand and massaging her pussy with the other. She questioned me at length about what we did and how I was feeling. She finally seemed satisfied I have given all the information about the evening.
"It sounds like you had four orgasms -- do you have one more for your old mother?"
"Mom, I can always find a way to do you..."
She stroked my dick a little harder -- it was only partially hard, so she put her mouth over its head and worked her tongue a little. That did the trick -- it was fully erect and ready for action. I fingered Mom's pussy -- it was wet and needed no further stimulation. I entered her and pounded hard; she responded. The bed squeaked -- I thought it would break we were bouncing so hard. I felt her tense as the orgasm approached. She started yelling, "Fuck me Beau, fuck me hard..."
I went even harder and she went into a major orgasmic spasm. I pulled out and tried to come on her tits and stomach, but only a few spurts were forthcoming. I rolled over exhausted, my dick was as limp as wet spaghetti. Mom laughed, kissed me on the lips and told me to go drink some orange juice and go to bed.
# # #
Annie and I saw each other as frequently as we could for the rest of that semester. She visited the house often and Mom always found an excuse to be away for a few hours while the two of us explored our sexuality.
A few days before final exam week I asked Annie to wear my fraternity pin -- this is a major step in a relationship. It is more than "going steady", but not quite an engagement. Annie's sorority sisters were ecstatic and my fraternity brothers joyous. About a dozen of us celebrated at an off-campus bar. Even Brad who dated Annie for a while congratulated me -- I told him I wanted him to be my best man if Annie and I ever tie the knot. He agreed.
After the semester ended Annie took a job at her father's law firm in New Orleans and I got a job at a lumber yard in town. Mom received another promotion with a big raise and was now vice-president of medical services at the hospital. Neither of us could ever get home before dark. Many days we showered together outside, but if the insects were too bad, we bathed each other in the tub. After drying off, we would eat a light supper and get naked. We never tired of sex with each other.
Almost every weekend I made the two-and-a-half-hour drive to see Annie in New Orleans. Her parents liked me and put me up in the cabana next to the swimming pool. Annie sneaked out after her parents went to bed and we had some wild times in that cabana.
Annie and two of her sorority sisters moved into a three-bedroom house near campus when classes started in the fall. We continued our sexual activities almost daily in her room and I serviced Mom two or three times a week. Mom was amused at my activity but I told her I used to jack-off at least three times a day before she and I became intimate. She said "I knew."
# # #
Early in our last semester of college I realized I wanted to marry Annie. We had talked some about marriage and children, but neither had made gotten serious about the subject. I spoke with my mother about my decision.
"I know she'll make you a good wife and y'all will be happy together. If you want... I can... or we can cease our activities..."
"No Mom, I can't live without you..."
"Well Beau, I don't want to live without you either, but you can't marry Annie until you come completely clean to her about our relationship."
The next Saturday Annie came to our house for dinner with Mom and me. After we saved the dishes, we sat in the living room -- Annie between Mom and me. We did not put any records on the phonograph as usual, but sat quietly for a few minutes. Annie broke the silence, "What's up? Why are we all so quiet?"
"Annie, you know how we have sometimes discussed our future together and raising a family..."
She laughed, "Tommy, are you about to propose to me in front of your mother?"
"No Annie, I want to propose to you in private, on my knee and hand you a ring... but there is something you need to know before we can take that step."
Annie said nothing... she looked at me, then looked over at Mom.
"Annie, I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you and raise a family with you; but you should know... I'm not exactly sure how to say this... but my mother and I are lovers and we intend to continue..."
"Oh Tommy, that's not anything to worry about. All boys love their mothers and should do so for the rest of their lives."
"Annie, what I'm trying to tell you is that Mom and I have sex together..."
"What! You mean..."
"Annie, to put it bluntly -- Mom and I fuck each other..."
"How long? When?"
Mom sat silently.
"About a year and a half."
"Are you still doing it?"
"Yes, we had sex last night..."
"You mean you fucked your mother last night after fucking me night before last... I better go home -- I have to think about this."
Annie rushed out of the house, slammed the screen door and spun her wheels throwing gravel as she drove away."
Mom and I sat in silence for a while. She finally spoke, "Beau, I'm so sorry. I'll move away if that's what it takes for you to get back together with Annie."
"No Mom, if this is something she can't deal with I just have to let her go. I love her and wish we can stay together, but I'm not giving up my relationship with you."
"Give her a few days and let's see what happens."
# # #
I saw Annie almost every day in the quad at the university, but she pretended not to see me. I was pleased to notice, however, that she was still wearing my fraternity pin on her blouse.
I was not in the mood for sex with Mom. She came into my room when she got off work and talked about her day, but she wore pajamas and made no effort to seduce me. I didn't feel horny and even after visiting with her I felt no need to wank-off.
The next Saturday was a week since Annie stormed out of our house. Mom and I ate a light supper and as it was getting dark we sat on the front porch talking. Annie drove up. She parked next to my car, turned out the headlights and killed the engine. She made no move to get out of her car. Mom said she would go inside and that I should see what Annie wanted. I approached her car with some trepidation.
"Hi Annie, it's good to see you..."
"Tommy, we need to talk."
"Sure, you want me to get in on the passenger side..."
"No, let's go inside the house... I want to talk with both you and your mother."
Inside, Mom and I sat on each end of the sofa and Annie sat in the easy chair facing us. I again noticed she was still wearing my fraternity pin. After a minute or so of silence, she finally broached the subject on her mind, "I don't know how to begin... I have many questions of both of you. Let me say first that I love Tommy; and Mrs. Jordan I've come to love you too -- in many ways you've been like an older sister to me..."
Neither Mom nor I said anything -- we all sat in silence as Annie collected her thoughts.
She finally spoke again, "Tommy, you and I first had sex in this house on a Saturday evening a couple of years ago. Had you already been fucking your mother before that?"
"Yes, I had fucked Mom for the first time on the Wednesday before that... and then again on Thursday and Friday."
Annie sat silent in thought for a few minutes then said, "If we were to get married do you expect to continue the relationship with both your mother and with me?"
"Annie, I love you with all my heart and I love my mother but in a different way... but to answer your question, yes, I intend to continue a sexual relationship with Mom."
They all sat quietly for a few moments before Annie spoke again, "how do you expect that to work. Will all three of us live together here..."
"No, Mom's now an executive at the hospital making good money. She's paid off the mortgage on this property and has already retained an architect to design her a cottage on the rise behind here. I have a position lined up with an accounting firm in town upon graduation and after I get my CPA license I'll be making good money. We can add a large addition unto this place and then modernize the existing space. You and I would live here."
Annie gathered her thoughts for a few minutes, then said, "To tell the truth, I drove out here planning to break it off with you, but now I'm not so sure... One thing will be decisive... I want to watch you and your mother doing it."
I looked at Mom who had not spoken since Annie arrived here. Mom nodded her head so I said okay. We moved to Mom's room -- Annie sat on the side of the bed and crossed her legs. Mom and I stood on the other side of the bed and undressed. My dick was hanging -- usually just the sight of Mom's body would cause an erection, but under these conditions I could not get a hard-on.
Annie looked at my mother and said, "Mrs. Jordan, you have a beautiful body -- I'm jealous."
"Annie, you don't have to call me Mrs. Jordan -- please call me Rita, but thank you for the compliment."
Mom stroked my dick and it was beginning to respond. I fingered her and realized she was dry, not ready for a fuck. We lay on the bed continuing to get each other ready -- we kissed and tongued each other. I became hard and at the same time Mom was moist. I was about to go on top of her, but instead she mounted me, bouncing slowly.
Annie watched in silence still sitting on the bed with her legs crossed. Mom bounced on me with more frequency and reached down and stimulated her clit. I rubbed both her tits and rolled her nipples between my finger and thumb. She moaned with pleasure. Annie stood up -- I thought she was disgusted with what she was seeing, but she turned around and lay on her stomach with her head next to me. She said, "Tommy, kiss me."
I complied. We kissed with the passion we felt for each other. Mom continued to move up and down on my throbbing cock. Annie stood up and looked at Mom, "Mrs... er, Rita. Can I take over?"
"Sure Annie, but you use a condom. I want grandchildren, but not right away."
Annie, without modesty, undressed. Mom looked over to her and said, "Annie, you are so beautiful -- what a lovely figure you have."
"Thank you, Rita, but I feel inadequate next to you -- you have such a magnificent body... Can I feel your breasts?"
Mom replied affirmatively and Annie softly caressed her tits and nipples. She bent over and kissed Mom's nipple. Her nipples was hard before, but became even more protruding. I laid there with my dick sticking straight up and pre-cum oozing out of it. Mom felt Annie's breasts and returned the kiss on the nipples. My dick was throbbing and my balls about to explode. I exclaimed, "Have you two forgotten about me?"
The two women giggled as they put the rubber on my dick. Annie mounted me and with a slow rhythm moved up and down on me. Mom rubbed Annie's titties and asked if she would like her to massage her clit. Annie agreed. Mom put her left arm around Annie's shoulders and reached down with her right hand to stimulate Annie's clit. I caressed one of Annie's tits and one of Mom's. Annie turned her head towards Mom and said, "Kiss me, Rita, kiss me..." They faced each other and kissed.
I was about to explode, but I held back savoring the scene before me -- I never dreamed I would participate in something like this. Impulsively I said, "Annie, I want to marry you. Let's fuck without this raincoat on my dick."
Annie ceased her motion and sat still on my dick -- her pussy juices were wetting my crotch. She looked at Mom, laughed and said, "That sounds like a proposal, a very romantic proposal. Do you think I should do that?"
Mom, also laughing, answered, "I don't know -- you may want to have a ring on your finger before you allow a skin to skin fuck."
"Rita, I think he's a man of his word. I'm going to let him do it." She eased off my dick dripping more pussy juice on my legs. I reached down and pulled off the rubber and threw it onto the floor.
Mom, feigning anger, said, "young man, you're going to have to clean that mess up."
Annie started to ease back onto my wet dick, but I pushed her off and entered her pussy from behind -- dog style. I pounded her hard and our bodies slapped loudly together. I cupped each of Annie's tits with my hands and Mom kissed me with much passion. I felt Annie stiffen as an orgasm came, but I continued to pound hard. She came again and now I could hold it back no longer. I shot a week's accumulation of cum into her pussy. I fell back onto the bed -- spent.
Annie lay beside me holding my dick lightly. Mom lay down and rubbed her pussy -- she had not gotten off in all the excitement. I rolled over and sucked her pussy while Annie kissed her and caressed her boobs. Mom let out a loud yell as she climaxed. We all three stretched out on the bed. I was just about passing off to sleep when Mom said, "and just who is going to clean these sheets?"