My father died when I was twelve. My mother had a few boyfriends over the years, but she was really keen on the last one, Gerry. He called it off. A week later, still hurting, my mum got quite drunk and put 'that' dress on. Slinky ocean blue, tight, deep cleavage right to the top of her tummy so there was lots of titty-flesh on show, and it hugged her thighs and ass so well it was as if she'd painted it on.
She sashayed into my room, swaying a little, and demanded to know why it wasn't enough to win the man of her dreams.
"Jeez, mum. You sure you should be asking me?"
"Why not? At least I can rely on you to give me an honest answer."
"OK. You're as hot as chillies, mum. Alright?"
"Oh, so now you're just saying it. To humour me. Thought you'd be brave enough to tell me the truth."
"Are you kidding? Wow, mum. Look at yourself. Your...um boobs are spectacular! And your legs, and your thighs, hips, everything."
"I used to call this my 'man-trap'. I wore it the night Gerry dumped me."
"Then he's an idiot."
"Maybe, but I still don't have him. Tommy, it isn't my body, is it? I mean, you're right. I am pretty damn hot."
"It just wasn't meant to be, mum. Sorry, I know it hurts, but..."
"Yeah. Yeah I know. And I had that talk with you in this very room a little while ago, after Suzie..."
It still hurt a little. Suzie left me for some guy she met at work. Breaking up is one thing, being passed over for someone else is another.
"Yeah. I saw her today, too."
She saw the hurt in my eyes and, as always, she pushed her own issues aside to fix mine.
"Oh, baby. C'mere. You OK?"
I sat at my desk, playing on my computer, but suddenly I was clamped to her ample breasts, in 'that' dress, no less, and I couldn't help but breathe in her fragrance. If she hadn't been drunk, she might not have been pushing my nose quite so hard against the side of her tit. I tried to tell her I was OK, but it was muffled by her flesh. When I came out for air, she was looking down her chest at me with concern. "Really, mum, I'm OK."
"Good. She would never be good enough for my boy anyway. Nobody will."
I laughed: "So, who am I allowed to end up with?"
"Me. Only me." She was playing, of course, so I played along: "Oh really? And how do you and I deal with our... what was your phrase the other day? Right... How do we deal with our 'erotic needs'?"
She laughed. "Well, you could do worse than me, right?"
"Yeah mum. A lot worse."
"C'mere, on the bed, sit with me." I did. "You always know how to make me feel better. Thanks baby. And I know I'm drunk and I wouldn't say this if I wasn't, but you, my fine son, would be a great catch for a milf like me."
"Milf, is it?"
"Yes. Or is it cougar? I forget."
"Mum?"
"Yeah?"
"Er, you're almost falling out of that dress." The breast furthest from me was millimeters from popping out a nipple. I knew, because the shape of it was just past the fabric. She looked at it and just said: "Oh." But she just went on with her ramble without fixing it. "I know some women my age take young lovers, but why do you suppose young men want milfs? Or cougars, or whatever?"
"I dunno, to take advantage of their experience maybe."
"Yeah, maybe. So, you know any young bucks that might be interested? No, scratch that. I can't be arsed with messing about 'getting to know' someone."
"Mum, you're a bit... um..."
"Plastered. I know." She laughed and that nipple was now being cut in half by her dress. Dark pink, full, as round as a carrot slice. "Am I bothering you, son?"
She wasn't, especially since I was about to get a nipple-shaped surprise.
"No, mum."
"Thanks honey." She pulled me to her, clasped me to her chest again, and there it was. That nipple, out in the open, literally under my nose. I decided to tease her in case she was embarrassed: "By the way, mum, if I knew a milf with tits like these, I wouldn't be able to resist."
"Hahaha. Oh. I see what you mean. It just popped out. Do you like them, Tommy? My tits?"
Her hands slid down her breasts from above, cupping them inside the dress, then simply pushing them up and out.
"Oh mum. Jesus. What are you doing?"
"Well I just thought, you said you'd like a milf, I want a young lover without the hassle, so..."
"But I'm your son."
She sighed: "Yes, I know. Tommy, do you want to?"
I gazed at those fine, round heavy tits. I hoped I knew what she meant, but I needed to be sure. "What?"
She almost whispered: "Do you want to have sex with me?"
"Mum, I... hell. You're drunk, mum."
"I had to get tipsy to ask you. But I'm not wearing this dress by accident. I put it on before I had anything to drink."
I must have blushed brightly. "Oh, son! It's OK. Why don't I show you what you'll get?"
Mum stood, dropped the straps to the side and stepped out of the dress. She was completely naked in front of me. I drank her in. Her tits barely sagged even without the support of the dress. They were large, pendulous, but firm. Her tummy had a very slight bulge, like in those classic portraits of nudes. It curved downwards into a v that dragged my eyes to her sex. There she stood with her thighs slightly apart. I saw smooth lips beside a pink slit, and above them a little strip of dark pubic hair.
I looked into her eyes, her smiling face, and then back to her slit which she now opened for me with her fingers.
"Baby, I'm showing you what I have. Won't you let me see what you have?"
Lust sprang into my loins and overcame my senses, Quickly my shirt and pants joined her dress on the floor. But she wanted to unwrap the last present herself.
"Let me, baby."
Mum knelt, eased my boxers over the pole behind them, and down to my thighs.
"Oh my. You've grown, son!"
I wasn't expecting her mouth on my cock so when I felt and saw it there, I buckled and groaned. She pushed my underwear down and out of the way as she sucked slowly, then used one hand on my shaft as a compliment to her mouth as she squeezed my balls with the other.
I didn't care that she was my own mother. I was going to fuck her, now, right away. No, I needed to. Had to.
I lifted her head gently, trying to urge her up. She smiled up at me, licked the bottom of my cock and said: "Relax, baby. Enjoy this. We have plenty of time..."
"Oh fuck, mum. I can't believe you're doing this."
She engulfed my shaft again, it was agonisingly pleasurable. I stroked her soft hair, urged her mouth onto my cock, almost made her gag in my need. Simultaneous thoughts washed over me: At the same time I longed for the release of ejaculation and for the wet pleasure around my cock to last forever. As the seconds passed, I felt the burn and ache boil up, my balls tightened, my rod grew impossibly stiff and I came, spurts of pure lust, in my own mother's warm, wet mouth. I groaned as I came in fast, furious spurts and suddenly it was over.
Mum held her mouth tightly on my shaft as she slurped up and off it, closing her lips as it left them, and swallowed.
"Oh baby you were ready for that."
"I wanna fuck you so bad, mum."
"Me too, baby. But, um, I gotta pee."
"Let me watch?"
"What? Oh, you like that sort of thing? Me too. C'mon."
We stood naked in the bath. Mum was already wriggling in her need to empty her bladder, and opened her thighs, bent her knees to push her pussy at me, and erupted in a hissing pale yellow stream that hit my thighs and splattered all over the place. She giggled, adjusted, and pressed hard. It felt like a hose against my cock and balls, running down my thighs, hot and a little itchy.
"Jesus baby this turns me on."
"Me too mum." She pissed some more, and more, until we both stood in a pool of it, yellow against the white porcelain of the bath, until eventually it was done.
"Put it in me baby. I need to be fucked."
I was three-quarters hard, the angle was awkward, and in my inexperience I kept pushing my cock along her pussy instead of into it.
"Here, honey. Like this..."
Mum turned and bent, giving me easy access to her pussy, which I looked at briefly before I found the soft wetness and pushed.
We both moaned. Mum was so wet that my first thrust went all the way, until my pubic bone pressed open her ass. I stayed like that for a few seconds, lost in the electric burn of my first pussy. My mother's pussy. Open, clasping, hot and wet.
She pushed back urgently, fucking me, and I learned the rhythm. I watched my thighs slap her butt, causing waves of flesh to surge towards her hips. I watched my cock, glistening wet, pulling her cunt lips out with it, then buried back inside. I heard the thwap-thwap-thwap of our urgent fucking. Her moans, my beating chest.
"Oooh baby. Fuck yessss. Oh. Mm-make me cc-cum, baby. Baby. Bay-beee!"
Mum pushed her hips back and ground against me. Instinctively I knew to press and hold, as she ground and twitched out an orgasm.
But she wasn't done, far from it. Slowly, with less urgency now, mum reached back to hold my neck as she writhed against me. "Oh baby. Fuck your momma. Fuck me."
I didn't need to be told. Our rhythm was steady now, erotic coupling, cock and cunt teaming together. The sensations that rippled through me centred on my cock, sheer bliss wrapped in warm delight. We kept at it like that for maybe five minutes until my mother stood and let my cock slip out of her. She turned, led me out of the bath and lay on the towels on the floor. Her knees were bent, legs wide open, and she smiled as I looked with fascination at the place I'd come from. But now, I was going back to it. My cock seemed to know its way - no sooner had I knelt and lowered myself than it found her opening and pressed past the wet outer lips. Now I was on top of her, prick inside, my chest crushing her tits as she held me around my waist.
I prodded, poked, and again our hips found a rhythm. Mum has this trick, where we press together until I'm 90% in, then she bucks upwards until I hilt. When she does that, my cock hits her cervix and looks inside to the womb that made me.
I felt my burn well up and wasn't sure about ejaculating inside her, but she sensed how close I was and whispered: "Don't you dare pull out..."
Again and again I pressed, withdrew, pressed, until my climax was upon me and I pushed in hard. Mum held me there, rippling in another little orgasm, as I let go. This time it was long, intense jets that felt like having a string of pearls pulled through my dick. Six times, seven, eight, I filled my mother's womb with my cum just as my father had done to create me.
The intense sensation subsided, but I didn't go soft. We pressed gently at each other, and mum's slutty side showed itself for the first time: "Oh my. Oh my fucking god. I just fucked my son. Oh my. It feels so good, baby, having your cum inside me. Your cock, inside me. Did you like it, baby? Did you like fucking your mother? I loved it. I fucking loved it. Your cock is still hard! Oh my god. I don't want this to end. Yes, baby. Fuck me some more. Fuck mummy some more."
I took her lead: "You like my cock mum? Huh? It loves your cunt. Feel how hard you made me. Still. Even though I just came inside you. Even though you still have my cum in your mouth, too."
"Oh god I'm a slut! I sucked my son, swallowed his cum, took his cock up my... my cunt. I'm all squishy now, baby."
"Still tight though, mum."
"Yeah, but squishy. My pussy juice and your cum."
I had a surprise for her. At first I wasn't going to go through with it, but her gutter-mouth changed my mind. I tried to relax - as much as you can when your cock is hard inside your mother's pussy - and soon I relaxed enough.
"Oh baby! Are you...? Are you pissing inside me? Oh that's nice!"
As my urine flowed, the intensity of what I was doing made me clench involuntarily and shut it off, then start again, so that I was jetting my piss inside my mother in bursts.
"You nasty little bastard! No, don't stop. It's really nice! Like you're cumming all over again."
"You're the nasty one, mum."
"Oh? How so?"
"You sucked my cock until I came in your mouth. You pissed all over me. then I fucked you and came inside you. And now your pussy is full of both my piss and my cum."
I finished as I spoke. She replied: "Yeah. I just had an idea. No, keep fucking me."
I sensed something. "What's your big idea?"
"Some other time. Um, baby? Can you go a bit...faster? Harder?"
I wasn't going to cum again but I stayed mostly hard as I fucked that wet squishy mess some more. Soon mum was panting underneath me, gripping me with her cunt and her thighs, then a devil came into her eyes as she fixed mine and I saw her cum, clenched-body hard, then flop back onto the floor, this time spent.
We cleaned up the sopping towels, showered separately, and went to bed. Her bed.I slept like a baby. In the morning, I woke in a strange bed, my mother's bed, and remembered, with a smile, the dirty events of last night. I turned towards mum, she was wide awake. I smiled, she did not return it.
"Tommy, I'm sorry."
"Huh? Why?
"I did to you, with you, what I wanted and didn't think how it might effect you."
I knew what she meant. I also knew what I was going to say. I reached for her hand, and led it to my morning erection: "This is how it effects me, mum."
"Oh, I'd forgotten about morning thickness. But are you sure, baby? I mean, well, I was pretty raunchy last night. You never saw anything like that from me before."
I held her hand around my cock, let it go when she began gently feather-stroking me.
"Or heard anything like it!"
"Oh I hope I haven't remembered it right!" She giggled.
"You probably have."
"Oh dear. What will you think of me?"
"I'll think you are the hottest, sexiest mum on the planet."
"'Cos I'm holding your cock?"
"No, 'cos you're gonna let me put it in you again."
"Is that what you want, baby?"
"Yes. Now, mum."
She presented her ass to me, bent at the waist, and guided me to her opening. She wasn't as wet as last night, but she soon lubed up and I was deliciously inside her again. I reached over and played with the nipple I could get to, it hardened like a frozen pea, and we fell into that gentle, pressing rhythm we'd learned last night.
"What did you like most, baby?"
"You. This. Everything."
"Good answer. Oooh. Morning glory - the best! I mean, um, what would you like to do to me, with me again, or maybe as well?"
"Oh, I really liked the pissing stuff. Just thinking about it makes me... Ooomph. Oh you vixen! That grip could open beer cans!"
"Hah! I'm milking you with my... Oh wait. We got really dirty, didn't we? Did you like the filthy talk?"
"Fuck yeah."
"OK. Noted. So, I'm milking you with my cunt."
"Oh mum..."
"And you're gonna fill my cunt with your goo, aren't you?"
"Mmmm. Yesss."
"Your jizz."
"Mmm"
"Spunk. Oooh, yes that's it. Your cum. Your junk. Mmmm. Almost, baby, almost."
"I'm gonna fill you up, mum. I'm gonna cum quick, piss all over you, fuck your ass, cum on your face, cum on your fucking titttsss. Oh. Oh fuck. Mum!!"
I splurted in her, quickly and thinly like I always do in the mornings. I don't know if she came. In a few minutes it was over, and I softened. I felt wetness against my cock, thighs and balls. Mine and hers, I guessed.
"Baby, did you really like the pissing?"
"Mmmm."
A few seconds passed, then there was a hiss followed by hot wetness on my thigh. Then it stopped.
I turned over to my mum's face, a grin as broad as the cat with the cream. "Did you just piss in the bed?"
"Yep. Want some more?"
"But..."
"Relax. It won't stain."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Good." I threw off the sheets and aimed my cock in the air, angled towards her.
"Oh shit baby, what did I start?"
Mum watched expectantly for the few seconds it took me to relax, then start to piss high in the air, first landing on her tummy, then her tits.
"Oh jesus, you little toad! Pissing on your poor mummy like that!"
I stopped the flow and spoke one word: "Bathroom."
We skipped out of bed and into her ensuite. I beckoned for her to kneel in the shower, then gushed my piss on her tits, chest, arms, stomach, and down on her pussy. She stroked it into her skin, laughed, even tasted some. She took my cock in her mouth and cleaned it, then with a hand gesture told me to reverse our positions.
Now I wasn't really sure about this. She pissed on my thighs minutes before, and last night, but this was more brazen, more dirty. But I hadn't time to think, as my mother's little hole opened and out came a hot stream that hit my left nipple like a lightning bolt. She played her stream all over, then clenched it off. Her face, her eyes, asked me a question. Would I let her? In my mouth? My tongue found her bitter-salt pussy in answer. I licked her clean, tasted her cream as it developed, became aware of her trembling. I reached up and put three fingers inside her - my cum and her juices made it slippery, her excitement made it open and ready. She shuddered, her tummy rippled, she shuddered harder, and squealed a stifled squeak as she came on my hand, simultaneously losing hold over her muscles and pissing a stream straight in my face and on my neck.
My mother held my head back, watched me as she pissed on me, still jerking in her orgasm on my invading fingers. The sight and sounds of it made me wild with lust. My cock rose again, I stood and turned her around, pushed her over roughly, and placed my cock at her asshole.
"Now, mum. Now I'm gonna have your ass."
"Gently, baby. Gently."
I tried, I really tried, to be gentle but I had to be in there, immediately, and I think I pushed too hard at first. I put my cock in her wet cunt for lube, and as I pressed it to her anus I heard her mewl, felt her recoil a couple of times, but somehow she stayed relaxed enough, the lube was slick enough, and in a rush my cock slipped past the knot of her sphincter and I buried it in my mother's impossibly hot, impossibly tight rear passage.
"You little shit! In your own mother's asshole! OK. OK. Fuck your mummy's ass, if that's what you need. Go on. Fuck it."
I flung myself into her in fits and jerks, without rhythm, urgently, watching my cock disappear in that angry pink hole. I wasn't really hurting her, I knew, and it was so, so good.
She's still the most aware lover I've ever had. On this first time in her ass, she sensed me stiffening ready to unload my balls up her rectum, and just as I rose to my peak she gave a couple of hot squirts of piss that hit my thighs and sent me into fireworks in my head while my cock unloaded gobs into her bowel.
Spent, panting, cock still twitching in its taut tunnel, I said: "Oh fuck, mum. I nearly passed out."
"That's great, baby. I like it in my ass but you gotta let me lube up more next time, OK?"
"Yeah. Sorry. I got so...out-of-control. JESUS you're hot!"
"Thankyou baby. Now if you don't mind, please take your cock out of my bum. I need a shower."In a single weekend, my life with my mother went from a gentle drunken tease to the dirtiest erotic sex. We explored and learned about each other for some weeks before we settled into regular, still dirty sex.
Here are a few highlights of our explorations.
Mum was swimming in the pool in a slinky yellow one-piece. She got out to accept the cold drink I'd made her. I watched the pool water run down her legs, looked at her pussy stretching against the fabric. We chatted, she dried off, and without any word of warning mum simply sat on my lap and pissed through her swimsuit, all over my thighs. She was giggling like a naughty schoolgirl, and of course I didn't mind one little bit. But it started a new chapter in our incestuous affair. We would do things with, and to each other spontaneously, sometimes in the presence of others, although we were careful that nobody would ever know.
On a near-empty train one day, on the way back from visiting family, I was dozing against the window. I felt soft, warm fabric against my face and a scent I had come to love - my mother's pussy scent. She'd taken her panties off and put them on my face.
I looked at her through one open eye: "Really, mum? Now?"
"Yes now. Get your cock out, I'll sit on it and fuck you. You don't even have to wake up if you don't want."
"As if I could sleep through that!" But I got my cock out, mum sat on it as promised, and rode me for a few minutes until she came. We passed three stops, nobody got on our carriage, but I hadn't cum.
"Let me suck you then, baby."
"Mmmmngh! Shit, I'll never get tired of your mouth on my cock!"
She sucked me, and when I was close, I said: "Give me your tits."
She pulled them out of her top, aimed my cock, and took my load on them.
Just minutes later, two noisy couples got in our carriage. We acted as if nothing had happened. Mum leaned in close, nibbled my ear, and whispered: "Should I tell them I've got my son's cum on my tits?"
"Might not be a good idea."
"OK, it's our secret then."
A crowded department store. I know when mum needs the toilet - apart from a few giveaway gestures and wriggles of her hips, she usually tells me because she knows I love everything about her pissing. And she's smart enough to keep me erotically charged by teasing me, treating her bodily function as a treat to be savoured.
She grabbed my arm and ushered me toward the toilets.
"Hell mum, I can't go in there. We'll get caught!"
"We're not going in there. C'mon."
She led me past the toilets, past the cleaner's room to a heavy steel door with a bar across it. She pushed the bar, opened the door, and pulled me into the bright sunshine. Outside was a little grotto, walled on all four sides, full of broken pallets, an old plastic mannequin, broken displays and such like. After closing the door, mum leaned against it, pulled her dress up to show me her virginal-white panties, and pissed through them. It ran down her thighs into her sandals, pooled on the step beside the door, then ran over the edge onto the dusty ground.
"Mum, stop."
"OK. But why? Oh..."
She knew the answer when I put my hand over her soaked panties and rubbed. The fabric was so wet that I could feel the nub of her clit under my fingertip, and I knew by now how she liked to be masturbated. So I made her hold the rest of her pee inside, until I was ready for her to release it.
"I thought you might just want to watch me wet myself, baby."
"I do. But I want to feel you as well."
She held her dress under her chin, and warned me: "Here it comes, baby. Don't get it on your jeans."
I stood to one side as my mum peed hard all over my hand, down her legs, over my wrists, splashing noisily onto the ground. When she was done, she gestured for me to get my cock out, meaning to blow me, but I had other ideas.
"No, later. Wipe yourself off. I want you to walk around with pissy panties."
I watched in amusement as she indelicately tissued up the worst of it, wringing her panties out before putting them back on, and we went back inside. As we did, she whispered in my ear: "Keep that erection. You're gonna need it."
Another time, in a secluded park next to a near-deserted beach. We were on holiday together. We had our hands inside each other's swimsuits, mum was quite worked up but I needed to piss.
"What's up, baby? Something wrong?"
"I'm wondering if I can piss with a hardon."
"Well, today we find out."
It turned out that I could. I pissed all over my mother's chest, a big dark patch all down her front evidence of the contents of my bladder. This time I put my cock in her mouth, she sucked me, and my jizz joined my piss on her chest.
Same place, another day. We're fully clothed, it's a bit chilly this evening. Mum sits on my lap in her cotton dress, we're idly chatting, then my lap is hot and wet. She giggles, pretends to apologise. I walk the ten minutes back to our cabin with piss still dripping from my pants, mum giggling all the way. Only this time, as soon as we get inside, I peel my clothes off and grab her, pulling at her panties. I press her face-down on the bed. She knows what's coming when my finger, full of lube, invades her rectum to be followed by my cock. "This is what happens to slutty mums who piss on their son's laps."
"Mnfff. Mfff. Then..I..should..piss.. Umfh.. on..you more..ow!.. often."
I'm rough, but she's loving it. I can tell because she's holding her ass cheeks apart while I fuck her bum.
Sometimes, just watching is enough for me. And for her, I guess. If we're outside, or in the garden, we often don't bother with toilets. We just piss in front of each other, because it turns us on.
But this is my favourite memory. Mum was cleaning some jars at the sink. I sidled up behind her and began cupping her breasts, pulling her nipples through her braless cotton dress.
"Are you ever gonna leave me in peace?"
"Hell no."
She pressed her butt on my groin and played her game: "I need to finish this, but if you want to fuck mummy, just go ahead baby."
I pulled her dress over her hips, lowered her panties to her knees, and pressed my cock to her pussy.
"What's the matter, Tommy. Don't you want to? Huh? Don't you want mummy's pussy?"
I think she thought I was teasing and this would go on for a while, so I actually caught her by surprise when I pissed all over her cunt, her clit, inside it, up her ass, her buttocks, her thighs.
"Shit baby, you're making a mess."
"I know."
Fair enough. When in Rome..."
My stream faded as hers began, hot, hissing, hard all over my thighs and down my legs. Still it came, a pool of our piss sploshing on the tiles. I pushed my cock inside her, and each time I withdrew I was rewarded with another spurt of hot pee, then I clamped it off by pressing back in. It was hot dirty heaven and in a minute I was ready to cum. I shot, hard inside the womb that made me, grunting as I did.
And that is how my daughter/sister was conceived.