The sound of the clacking wheels of the train droned on and on with only the squealing brakes interrupting the ceaseless noise as we slowed for every whistle stop and tiny town. It was a long and arduous trip from State University to my home in upstate New York … five hundred and fifty one miles to be exact. Fortunately, I only had to endure the trip several times during the school year. Of course, driving would have been more convenient, but State University doesn't allow freshman to have cars on campus. It seemed a silly rule, but there was nothing I could do about it; all freshmen suffer the same inconvenience. Besides, I'm not entirely sure my old Ford would have made the trip anyway.
I tried to sleep, but when I dozed off, thoughts of my mother invaded my dreams. That wasn't unusual because, like many young men with a gorgeous mother, she was in my dreams rather frequently, especially since I had graduated high school and moved on to college. I missed her as my wonderful mother, but in truth my dreams were not always pure, to say the least. However, I am no longer embarrassed by those thoughts. I am a psych major and my research convinced me that sexual fantasies are a healthy outlet in most cases—thanks to Sigmund Freud's contention that fantasies often replace the need to act on some of our darkest desires. I am not sure it would have made much difference had the research shown that I was a sick kid. It wasn't something I could help. Mom is thirty-six and, as I said earlier, gorgeous. She is still trim and keeps herself in great shape. My buddies from high school loved to hang out at my house and I know why; they love to see Mom rushing around the house fixing snacks and bringing them sodas with her rather large breasts wiggling freely under her revealing tank top. I had to admit I liked it too … I was proud of her, if not a bit jealous of my friends watching the unconscious display she put on. I could see their eyes as they snuck glances at her. And of course they loved to watch her leave in her tight denim pants or safari shorts. Not only that, but Mom had a special way about her that made her seem like one of the guys, even if every guy there wanted to get into her pants.
My mom is still young for having a son in college. I was born when she was just eighteen. It was a shotgun wedding since she became pregnant in high school. Dad was only a year older and wasn't exactly ecstatic about having to get married. It surely put a crimp on his college plans … he had to go to work for his dad in the family auto business instead. Although the pregnancy was a mutual mistake, I think dad blamed her for getting pregnant. I sensed that he felt that she somehow tricked him. I am not sure he wanted to have children, ever. After I was born, Mom went on the pill and could never convince my father to change his mind about children. Although I didn't know it until recently, she wanted a large family—she was an only child and felt that she had missed something by not having brothers and sisters. She told me later that she wanted four or five children; but that was not to be.
Being an only child didn't bother me at all and I enjoyed the attention. I believe that being an only child had something to do with my fascination with my mom. She wasn't exactly a doting mother, but I was born prematurely and that made me special. Dad was always complaining that she was going to make me a sissy. Of course that never happened.
When I graduated high school I was six foot one and almost one hundred ninety pounds in spite of being premature and just three pounds at birth. I consider myself good looking, but I have always been shy … something to do with being a "preemie" I think. Unfortunately, I was never comfortable around girls with the exception of Mom. She encouraged me to date and in fact tried to set me up with several of her friend's daughters. I am not totally naïve when it comes to girls and I am not a virgin, but the few girls I have been with always seemed immature, especially when compared to my mother.
And now my mother is alone (except for me). Dad left her three weeks ago. It would have been bad enough if he had left her for another woman, but instead, it was a man. After eighteen years of marriage my father confessed that he was gay and had been having an affair with another man. As hard as that was for my mother to deal with, it was just hard for me, I think. I was never close to my dad, but he was my father and I respected him ... at least I did. The lost of respect was not because he was gay but rather because he was living a lie for so many years and my mother and I ended up on the short end. It is easy for me to hate him now, after what he has done to my mother.
When Mom called to tell me at school, I was incredibly shocked to say the least and I wanted to come home right away. However, she insisted that I stay and finish my final exams. I had three weeks left until the end of the term, but my mind never really returned to school. I just couldn't get my head around what had happened. How could my father have hidden it from us all these years? How could he do this to my mother? How could he do this to me? It was almost more than I could take. At one point I started to question my own sexuality. Although I knew that I had no interest in men, I went out, got drunk, and got into a fight, receiving a black eye and a fat lip for my stupidity. It was my silly adolescent way of proving that I was a man, I suppose.
With all this conflict running through my head, I was on my way home to my mom and summer vacation. Unfortunately, I didn't figure it was going to be much of a vacation.
Chapter 2
When the train pulled into the station I hopped off and looked up and down the walkway for my mother. I saw her waving her arm from across the terminal. I smiled and waved back. She hurried over and we hugged. Then we kissed lightly on the lips as we have always done. The hug and kiss lasted longer than normal, which was totally understandable in this situation.
I pulled away and said, "Let me get my luggage and I'll be right back."
"Okay. I'll bring the car around."
As we parted, I turned and looked at her. My eyes were drawn to her rear. She had on a pair of tight denim jeans, a western style top, and boots. As I stared, she turned and looked at me. It was obvious that she didn't really mind me staring and she smiled knowingly. I waved again before turning away with my face red with embarrassment.
Once I loaded my luggage in the back of the SUV and settled in I finally started to relax. It was good to be home, even considering the circumstances. As I looked at Mom, I realized how much I missed her. I stared at her profile as she navigated the traffic. Her black hair was a little shorter then when I had left, but it framed her soft features perfectly. Her eyes were a twinkling blue and she had a cute dimple that only appeared when she smiled. Even a tiny smile would light up her entire face.
"You cut your hair. I like it." I said.
"I did. And thanks; it is sweet of you to notice. How was your trip?"
"Long and uncomfortable," I answered.
"Well, you have the entire summer to recover," she said and showed me that smile. It seemed forced, though.
We were silent for a long time, neither knowing where to start.
Finally, Mom broke the silence. "David, I don't know what to say. Everything happened so quickly. Even now I'm still in shock. I never knew about your father."
She paused and I could see tears in her eyes. I could feel the anger building in me again. I swallowed down the bile in my throat and said, "I know. Neither did I."
"We … your father and I have been having problems for the last several years, but I thought it was normal after so many years of marriage. Then I began to think it was because we had been married so young and never got to know each other," she said. Then added wryly, "I guess I was right about that."
"Son-of-a-bitch," I whispered under my breath.
My mother reached over and grabbed my hand. "I know it's hard on you," she said quietly.
"It's harder on you. I hate him."
"Don't hate him, David."
"Why not?" I said with anger. When I saw my mother wince, I softened my tone and squeezed her hand. "Sorry, Mom, I know I have to deal with this and so do you. But we will get through this together." She looked at me and smiled weakly.
Mom looked tired. I could see that the stress had taken a toll on her. In fact, it appeared that she had gained a little weight. Not that she looked bad, but her breasts were fuller and I had noticed that her jeans seemed tighter then normal. I guess stress will do that to you … maybe too much comfort food.
It was about a thirty-minute trip from the train station to our house. We didn't talk much until we arrived home. As we walked into the house my mother said, "I'll fix you lunch if you want. Are you hungry?"
"Starved. Let me go take my suitcase to my room and wash up."
"Okay, sweetheart," she said and reached for my hand and squeezed it again.
On impulse I pulled her into my arms for a hug. She held me tight and I heard her start to sob. I had no idea what to say so I just held her and let her cry. At some point, I realized that her breasts were mashed to my chest and her thighs pressed to mine. I was mortified when I felt my cock start to fill with blood. In spite of how badly I felt, she was still my fantasy woman and I just could not help myself. As much I wanted to keep holding her, I knew that in a minute she would feel my excitement. I pushed her back and kissed her lightly on the lips. I could taste her tears and incredibly that made my almost hard cock pulse. I took her face in my hands and used my thumbs to wipe away her tears. Her eyes held mine and I was almost lost in the deep pool of blue in her eyes. My excitement grew.
"Uh … let me go unpack," I said. I turned quickly and hurried to my room.
When I returned to the kitchen my mother had a bowl of soup and a sandwich on the table for me. She was sitting across the table and her eyes were still red from crying. When she saw me she started to cry again. I walked over and hugged her. She buried her face in the fabric of my shirt just above the belt. Again, I let her cry until I felt her tears soaking though my shirt. I whispered again, "We'll get through this." I was trying to convince myself as much as her.
"I know," she answered as she pulled away and looked up at me. "But there is something else that you should know."
I suddenly had this rush of dread. I had no idea what she was going to say but from the look on her face, I figured it couldn't be good. "What?" I asked.
"Sit down," she said.
I sat down quickly, staring at her, waiting.
It took a few long moments before she spoke. "I'm not sure how to tell you this and I wanted to wait until you got home before I did."
Now I was even more concerned. "What's wrong, Mom?" I asked, almost on the verge of tears myself. Maybe cancer, I thought and felt my stomach begin to churn.
"David," she said and paused again for what seemed an eternity. Then she took a deep breath and said, "I'm pregnant."
Suddenly the room was totally silent. I wasn't sure I had heard her right. "What?" I asked.
"I'm two months pregnant."
I heard it this time. I almost fell out of my chair. I stared at her for several very long moments. When I could respond I stuttered, "How … when … oh Jesus, Mom. I thought dad was … you know … you two weren't …"
She had tears streaming down her cheeks as she said; "It wasn't dad that got me pregnant."
I gasped and stared. My head started to spin.
After a moment she composed herself and said, "A couple months ago I was out with a friend. We were drinking and I was telling him about how your father and I never … uh … get together anymore … you know, sexually, it's been years. Well … uh … one thing led to another and I ended up going to a motel with him."
I looked at her with my eyes were as wide as saucers.
"I'm sorry, David. It wasn't something I wanted to happen, it just did. It was only once, but I guess that's all it took."
"God," I said.
"Your father and I have not had sex in five years. He cut me off long ago, and now I know why. But that is no excuse. Can you ever forgive me?" She bowed her head.
I was silent. I had no idea what to say. There were a host of emotions running through me at that moment. Somewhere inside there was anger or more likely it was jealously that she had been with another man, but I certainly couldn't let her know that. Neither could I really be mad at her, especially after all she has gone through. "Who is he?" I asked, trying to keep my emotions out of my voice.
"You don't know him. I met him a few years ago at one of your father's company Christmas parties. We kept in touch, but nothing ever happened until … you know, this one time."
"Does he know you are pregnant?"
"No. He's married."
"Oh shit," I said and then wished I hadn't. "I mean that complicates things I guess."
"Not really. I don't intend to tell him. It was not his fault. I mean it didn't take much to seduce me … if he was even trying. It was just a big mistake for both of us. We both apologized the next day and agreed to never do it again. I don't want to ruin his marriage."
"I guess I can understand that," I said, still fighting my jealously. "What about Dad, does he know?"
"No, and I don't intend to tell him either," she said with thinly veiled anger. "He'll find out soon enough anyway."
Mom looked at me and started to cry again. I got up and came around and knelt at her feet and hugged her.
"I don't know what to do. I'm so ashamed," she said and continued to cry. Then she slipped to her knees in front of me, placing her hands over her face, sobbing.
My heart was being ripped from my chest. I held her shoulders, unsure what to do no. I was just no good when a woman was crying. I repeated for the tenth time, "We'll get through this." I tried to sound confident. I was the man of the house now. But my head was spinning and I was almost shaking. "I can quit college and get a job … you know, to make some extra money," I said.
My mother looked at me with surprise and gathered herself. "Oh no, that's not necessary. Your father is paying alimony and quite a bit of it too. His "friend" has plenty of money; in fact he is very wealthy. The house and everything is ours. So we don't have any worries financially."
I had to admit I felt relief. Yet, I was still concerned about her. I mean I couldn't go back to college and leave her alone while she was pregnant. I could go to a local college, I thought, but did not say. Then I said, "I'm glad you're not telling Dad. We can handle this ourselves. We don't need him."
I saw my mother's face turn soft and I saw a look that was filled with emotion. She said, "David, I love you. You are my rock."
It appeared that I had said the right thing and then I saw her features relax and the tension drained from her. "Thank you for being so understanding," she whispered, continuing to hold me tight. When she pulled back there was something in her eyes that I had never seen before. The blue of her eyes seemed like deep pools of crystal water shimmering in the morning sun. I could suddenly feel heat and I didn't know if it was coming from her or me. My heart began to thump. Then, like a magnet our lips slowly came together.
I am not sure how long the kiss lasted, a minute or an hour, but it was enough to start my blood boiling. When we parted, I could see that my mother was breathing heavier and she still had a funny look on her face. I glanced down and saw that her nipples were hard and poking through the material of her top. She saw my eyes. Her face turned red and so did mine. I quickly pulled away, although reluctantly, and went back to my chair, now embarrassed. I think she was too.
"Want me to heat that soup up for you?" she said, still breathless.
"No, it's fine." I bent my head and began to eat my now cold soup.
My mother stared at me for a few moments … I could feel her eyes but I didn't look up. She got up and went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water. She was composed when she came back to the table. "So, I suppose things are going to be changing around here. I mean with a baby and all … crying, diapers, baby food, etc." She laughed lightly. It was obvious that she was trying to lighten the conversation and reduce the tension that had result from the kiss.
"We have plenty of room in this big house," I said. Then I added honestly, "I can turn the bedroom next to yours into a nursery."
"Would you do that for me? That would be wonderful," she said with appreciation in her voice.
"Sure, that shouldn't be a problem. I can put in a doorway to your room, then a little paint and some furniture," I said and paused. "Is it a boy or a girl?"
Mom smiled. "I don't know yet."
"I'll have to wait to paint it until I know if it is going to be blue or pink. A boy certainly can't have a pink bedroom."
She smiled again and said, "I'm going to have to get some maternity clothes. All the clothes I had when I was pregnant with you are long gone. Besides, I doubt they would fit me anymore."
"Why not?" I asked.
She smiled and said, "I've gained a few pounds over the years."
"All in the right places," I blurted.
"Really. You don't think I have gotten … you know … fat."
If I had been older I would have known that was a loaded question, but instead I was just surprised. I looked at her like she had two heads. Then without being conscious of it my eyes drifted down to her breasts. Her nipples were still hard. I quickly drew back to her face. "Uh … no, of course you're not fat, even for being pregnant. In fact, I think pregnant women are very sexy."
"You do?"
I flushed but nodded my head.
"I'm learning new things about you all the time," she said and laughed.
It was the first time I had heard her laugh for real since I met her at the train. I liked it. It lifted the cloud that had seemed to cover the room. I smiled broadly.
Then she added, "But I'll be gaining weight with the pregnancy. I remember before I was pregnant with you, my breasts were quite small, but during pregnancy and after you were born, they grew much bigger and, while they have gone down a bit, they never really went back to the way they were. Now, if they grow …"
I smiled again, trying to keep the lust hidden, but my eyes were drawn to her breasts again. "Sorry, Mom, but they are great now and will be even better later," I said. I had no idea where I got the boldness to say this to my mother. We had never talked about anything like this … especially not sexual things.
"You're so sweet," she said and blushed.
I could tell her demeanor had changed dramatically in the last few minutes. It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders. My reaction to her pregnancy must have been better than she had expected. It seemed that she was coming to terms with the situation and I had helped. At least I thought I had.
"Listen, sweetie, I have some grocery shopping to do. You want to go with me?"
I looked at her with a frown but then smiled and said, "I'd rather have a sharp stick in my eye."
"Okay," she said and laughed. "I'll be back in a couple hours."
I watched her leave the kitchen, staring at that great ass again. And like she had done at the station, she turned and smiled at me. My face reddened but I didn't turn away this time.
Later we ate dinner and talked. In just a few hours we had become much closer. Not that we weren't close before; preemie's and their mothers are generally closer for a variety of reasons. But suddenly we had a common problem and she was treating me like an adult, as an equal, and not like her child.
After dinner I went to take a shower. I had shampoo in my hair and it had run into my eyes. When I reached out for a towel, I realized that I had neglected to put one on the rack. The towels were in a closet a few feet away, which I could not reach without getting out of the shower. Wet from head to toe, I was trying to step out of the shower when my foot slipped. I yelled as I went down, grabbing the shower curtain on my way. It helped break my fall but the flimsy rod couldn't hold my weight and I landed on the floor, on my butt, with a thud. I was unhurt but embarrassed.
My mother heard me yell and rushed into the bathroom to find me lying naked on the floor. "Are you hurt?" she asked reaching to help me up.
I took her hand and stood, dripping wet and stark naked. "Only my pride," I quipped.
"Let me get you a towel," she said, turning and opening the closet. She pulled out a towel but instead of handing it to me she paused. "You sure you're okay? You didn't bruise your butt, did you?"
"Moooommm," I said, "I'm fine." I suddenly realized that I was totally naked with my mother staring at me. I saw her eyes appraising my body. I saw her eyes drift down to my middle. She was unconscious of it I am sure.
In spite of my embarrassment I felt blood flowing to my penis.
"You have grown up on me," she said, but then blushed and drew her eyes away from my suddenly twitching cock. "I guess I better get out of here," she said, now flustered.
Later that night, sometime after 11:00, I was lying in bed naked with my I-Pod headphones on listening to music when thoughts of my mother slipped into my mind. I began to stroke myself as I thought about my favorite fantasy. It was a familiar one … one where my gorgeous mother and I are at the swimming pool. I offer to put sunscreen on her back. She reaches back and unties the string on her bikini top. I slowly smooth cream on her back as I stare at her gorgeous ass enhanced by the dental floss bikini, which left the smooth mounds of her ass cheeks bare. Slowly my hand slides down her back until I reach her ass. She squirmed as I moved lower spreading the cream over her cheeks.
Suddenly my eyes flew open. I realized that my mother was standing in the room. I had not heard her knock, if she had, because of the headphones. I gasped and looked for something to cover my obvious excitement. I noticed that my mother was holding something in her hand. Her face was red and she looked concerned.
"Moooommmmm!" I gasped. Then I realized what she was wearing. She had on a man's shirt, which was unbuttoned down the front revealing most of her gorgeous breasts and a pair of bikini panties.
"David, I found this in your linen closet when I was replacing the towels just now. Does it belong to you?" She held open a magazine that depicted naked men having sex. There was a look of total shock on her face ... which matched mine. Apparently she had panicked when she found the magazine in the closet and had rushed into my room not realizing that she was half naked.
"Noooo," I gasped. The magazine was clearly intended for gay men. "Moooommmm," I screamed again, "That doesn't belong to me." Then suddenly I realized that because of Dad, she thought that maybe I was gay also. You know, the "apple doesn't fall far from the tree", kind of thinking.
"Really, Mom, that is not mine. I've never seen it before. It has to have belonged to dad."
My mother came over and sat down on the bed next to me. "Its okay, David, you can be honest with me. We can get you help if you are … are … you know, like dad."
I was so shocked I couldn't answer.
She said, "You are a handsome boy and I've wondered why you didn't date more in high school." She clearly thought I was might be gay.
I opened my mouth but nothing came out. A strange thought suddenly crossed my mind. I had a moment when I thought about using her fears to my advantage, but I came to my senses.
"Mom, I am not gay. I'm just shy. Really!"
I saw a skeptical look on her face and it appeared she didn't believe me. Then she placed her hand on my bare thigh. That small move made my cock, which had gone limp, twitch. It was starting to grow again. The room was suddenly filled with tension. I was almost frozen with fear. If she kept her hand on my bare thigh I was going to be fully erect again in a few moments. Then when she began to gently massage my leg, that did it and within seconds I was hard. "Mooommm," I gasped as her circling hand moved higher.
"If you are leaning that way, I think we can get you help," she said with a pained expression.
I knew from my intro to psychology that being gay was not a choice one made ... you either were or your weren't. "Listen, I think about girls … only girls. I even fantasize about you." I blushed.
Her eyes opened wide, but then they narrowed as if she thought I was making that up to please her. I saw a look of determination on her face.
"Just relax, she said as she slowly moved her hand higher and higher.
I held my breath, unable to believe what was about to happen.
Her hand wrapped around my cock a moment later and I almost passed out.
"Jesus," I whispered under my breath. It was impossible to relax. I stared at her, my chest tightening with excitement. She began to stroke me. I thought I heard a little moan slip from her lips. Then she started to move her hand up and down. I was in total shock at this point and my mind could not comprehend what was happening. The woman I had fantasized about was stroking my cock.
"Mmmm, that's it, just relax, sweetie," she whispered as she continued to stroke me.
My cock was pulsing in her hand and juice was literally running from the slit. She used it to coat my cock and make is slippery. Her hand began to move faster until the room filled with the sloppy sound of her stroking hand. It didn't take long for me to reach my peak. I wondered if I should warn her that I was about to climax, but the only thing that came from my mouth was an, "Ahhhhhh". My cock throbbed and suddenly exploded. The fact that I had been stimulating myself for a while and now my mother was jerking on my cock, caused my sperm to blast high into the air in a huge arch, hitting my chin and then splattering on my chest.
Blast after blast spewed from the swollen head until my balls were empty. My mother kept pumping until I was dry. Then she squeezed one last time before she quietly stood up and left the room.
I lay there gasping for breath and wondering if it had all been a dream. By the time I had fallen asleep I had convinced myself that it was in fact a dream.
Chapter 3
The following morning, I came down to breakfast to find Mom already up. She had coffee brewing and the kitchen smelled like I remembered when I was growing up. On the stove was sizzling bacon and scrambled eggs. I sat down at the table quietly and buried my head in the newspaper. Frankly I was embarrassed about what had happened last night … if it happened at all. I couldn't believe my mother would actual jerk me off.
"Good morning," my mother said.
"Uh, good morning, Mom," I said sheepishly.
"Did you sleep well last night?" she asked.
"Uh … yeah, sure. How about you?"
"Great. Especially after our talk," she answered.
For a moment I thought she was talking about the discussion about the gay magazine. But then she said, "I was so worried about telling you about being pregnant. But you made me feel so much better."
"Well, I'm glad I could help."
"It did, more than you know," she said as she walked over and hugged me.
I felt her breasts press to my shoulder and the now familiar stirring began in my groin and the scene from last night flashed into my mind. Stop it, I told myself. This is crazy. I have to live with my mom. Yet, there was nothing my rational mind could do to stop my libido.
"What's on your agenda today?" Mom asked as she went back to the stove and finished breakfast.
"I thought I would try to get the old Ford started. Anything you need?"
"Yes, you can put all of your … your father's stuff from the garage in boxes. I'll call him to pick it up."
I saw a flash of sadness in her face and felt anger well up in my stomach. I fought it and said, "Sure."
"Later this afternoon I can fix us some burgers on the grill if you want."
Mom knew I missed her wonderful cheeseburgers. It was a summer tradition to sit by the pool and have burgers on the grill almost every Sunday. It was a happy memory—especially watching her run around the pool in her bikini. "Sure, great," I said sincerely.
After breakfast, I went to the garage, got my car started with a little charge to the battery, and then packed up all of dad's tools (at least the ones I didn't want) and put them in boxes. When I was done it was after 2 and I was tired and sweaty, so I went in to take a shower. As I walked to the bathroom with a towel around my waist, I passed Mom's exercise room and I heard her breathing heavily. I peeked into her room through the crack in the door and saw my mother bent over at the waist. She was wearing a pair of tight short shorts and top. All I could see was her ass. Taking a big risk, I dropped my towel and grabbed my now hard cock. As I stroked myself and watched, she would bend over and touch her toes then go into a yoga stretch movement. There was a mirror in front of her, but I couldn't see myself so I figured she couldn't see me. I found out much later that she had seen me.
After a few minutes of watching I became worried that she was going to catch me so I slipped away from the door and went to take my shower.
The rest of the day was relatively quiet. Mom and I went out for a quick pizza and then back home. She said she was tired and went to bed early. I watched TV and finally went to my room. I stripped and got into bed, intent on fantasizing about my mother. I started stroking my cock, but somehow the fantasy wasn't the same now … not after my mother had jerked me off. I am not sure what time it was, but I was awakened by the sound of my door opening. I lay there frozen, hoping against hope that I was not mistaken. I suppressed a moan when I felt the bed next to me move. Then I felt her hand on my thigh. Instinctively I remained motionless, pretending to be asleep ... not really sure why.
Then my mother's hand wrapped around my cock and I thought I heard her moan. Again, I lay motionless, less I should wake up from this incredible dream. But it was no dream this time for sure. I was wide-awake and my mother was stroking my cock. Slowly my hips began to move with her hand, but then she stopped moving. It was almost as if she was saying, be still … act like you are asleep or we can't do this. I stopped my movement and she began to stroke me again. God, what agony. She moved her hand slowly up and down, coating her palm with my juice. Then she circled my crown with her thumb and forefinger and twisted firmly but gently; around one direction and then back the other, like she was tightening and then loosening a jar. It was incredibly exciting, but not enough to make me climax. That was obviously her intent. She was going to drag it out until I was mad. It took Herculean strength for me to not move. I wanted to grab her hand and move it up and down. Make me cum, my mind screamed. Yet, she had other ideas. It seemed that she was enjoying my agony. Suddenly she moved closer and I could feel her rubbing her breasts on my back. Her other arm seemed to be moving and I was pretty sure she was stroking herself as well.
After some time, I felt her tense and then gasp. Her fist stopped moving on my cock. God, she must be climaxing, I thought. A few moments later she began to stroke me again, this time faster. When I felt like my balls were about to burst, she suddenly stopped. I moaned aloud this time. She waited a few moments and started again. She brought me near my peak three or four times before I just couldn't take it any more. Finally, I gasped and began to squirt. I think I heard her giggle, but I might have been mistaken. My juice hurtled straight in the air, coming down on her hand and my balls with an audible splat. It came and came like my balls were an endless well.
But alas they weren't and finally my cock began to shrink. Before it had gone totally soft, I felt my mother get up and quietly leave the room. I sighed and dozed off, only to wake up later with my now watery juice running down my balls. I smiled and got up and went to the bathroom to clean up.
Chapter 4
Over the next few weeks nothing much changed around the house except that I had fallen madly in love with my mother, and I think she knew it. I would act like a teenager in love whenever I was around her. Anything she asked me to do, I readily agreed. I told her that I needed to help her because of the pregnancy. That was somewhat true, but it was a lot more than that. I wanted to be around her all the time. Whenever I had a chance to peek at her in the tub or dressing I did … although I felt guilty about it afterward. I could see her body changing … her stomach was getting a little bigger and her breasts seemed to be growing. That just made me crazier for her. She had a glow about her that I had never seen before. She seemed to be very happy now, although sometimes I would see her sitting on the porch alone and I knew she was still dealing with my father leaving her. I think she felt like she had not been woman enough for him. That was irrational but I knew her hormones were going crazy. I guessed that our sexual contact was either a result of her hormones or the emotional turmoil that came from her feeling that she had not been sexually adequate for my father. Whatever the reason, it made no difference to me.
During this time she continued to come to my room. Not every night, but several times a week. It was always the same, she would stroke me as she played with herself until she climaxed. Then she would tease me for a long, long time. I got to the point where I could hold my climax for as long as it took. I reveled in the stroking and her closeness. I loved to feel her breasts pressed to me. I, of course, pretended to be asleep and she would stop stroking me if I began to move. It was her game and she made the rules … and I happily complied.
Then, something changed … up until that point, her jerking me off had always been in my bed in the cover of darkness. It happened about a week ago. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and I had been working in the yard when she called to me and asked if I wanted burgers on the grill. I readily agreed and said I just needed to get a shower first.
When I came downstairs an hour later Mom was outside fixing the burgers. She had on a pretty blue sundress and was standing at the grill.
"Hi," I said as I walked up behind her. "Smells good."
She turned and smiled and said, "Hungry?"
"Always."
"It looks like rain so I guess we had better eat inside. Can you set the table for me?"
"Sure." I went inside and put plates and napkins on the breakfast nook table. Then I brought out all the fixings that I like; tomatoes, lettuce, mayonnaise, and onions. A few minutes later my mother came in with a tray of steaming burgers. Then she went into the kitchen and came back with a glass of iced tea for her and a bottle of beer.
"You don't drink beer," I said.
"No, but I figured you do now," she said with a smile. "I picked some up at the store today."
I had had my share of beer at college ... what freshman doesn't. My face brightened. "Really? I can have a beer?"
"Well, as long as you don't tell anyone and you don't drive, I figured a few beers in the fridge wouldn't hurt."
"Thanks, Mom," I said feeling proud that she thought I was old enough to handle a beer or two. I leaned over and kissed her on the lips, pulling away quickly in case she would protest. She didn't. On impulse I leaned over and kissed her again. She didn't really respond, but she didn't pull away either. I held the kiss for a moment longer, deciding not to push it by trying to use my tongue. When I finally pulled away, I could still feel her soft lips still on mine and I could almost taste her. I whispered, "I love you, Mom."
"I love you too," she returned. I saw what looked like a tear in her eye. Then she said, "I don't know what I would have done without you."
I smiled and we both grew quiet, gazing at each other. It was one of the most incredible moments of my life. The look of love in her eyes made my heart skip a beat and it felt like I was melting inside.
"Let's eat," she whispered as she gently touched my cheek.
Then we sat down and I made up a giant burger for myself. She made one as well, but it wasn't quite as large as mine. I picked mine up and was about to take a bite when I felt something on my leg. I froze. I glanced out of the corner of my eye, afraid to turn and look, and saw my mother holding her burger with one hand, her other on my thigh. She was not looking my way. I suppressed a gasp when her hand started to snake toward my shorts. My heart was beating so hard it made my whole body shake as her fingers found the zipper of my shorts and slipped it down. My cock was immediately hard and almost found its way out of my shorts without her help.
My mother's hand was wrapped around my throbbing cock now. I was frozen with excitement; still afraid to look in fear that she would stop. A little moan escaped my lips as she began to stroke me. My mother was jerking me off … right in the breakfast nook, in broad daylight. It was almost more than I could take.
I was breathing heavily, but I could also hear my mother breathing hard. I held my burger in my hands, but it was in serious danger of falling. My hips began to move in time with my mother's hand. She paused. I stopped moving. I had grown to like the teasing. She began stroking me slowly again. She moved her hand up and down and twisted it like I had grown to love. When she squeezed tighter and began to pump faster, it took but a few long moments before I knew I was going to climax. Again, I wanted to warn her, but only a ragged gasp came from my lips. Then I let out a long, low moan and closed my eyes. My cock pulsed and began to squirt. I bowed my head as incredible pleasure rushed over me. My cock throbbed and cum poured out of me like a garden hose.
When the last squeeze of cum was out of my cock I sighed heavily. I looked at my mother and she was now eating the burger with both hands. There was a smile on her face. I was shocked when I saw my cum glistening on her fingers. She didn't seem to mind that fact or that I had splattered cum all over the hardwood floor either.
Nothing was said as we finished our burgers. Somehow eating had taken a distant second to the swirling that was going on in my head. My mother got up and wiped her mouth before saying, "Would you mind cleaning up?" I knew she meant both the floor and the table.
"Uh … no," I stammered. I watched in stunned silence as she left the room.
Chapter 5
As had happened every time my mother and I did something sexual, we did not speak about it. The following morning was like any other in my 19 years; Mom in the kitchen, breakfast being readied. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at me.
"Good morning, sweetie. Sleep well?" She always asked me that.
"Uh … yes … I did. How about you?"
"Okay. My lower back is beginning to bother me. It happened when I was pregnant with you as well. The doctor says I should get massages. I might call and set up an appointment."
A light came on for me. "Hey, I could do it … I mean … uh … if you want me too."
She smiled and said, "That is very sweet of you. But you don't have to.""No," I said quickly. "I want to."
"Well, okay, if you insist. I have a few errands to run but I should be back by early this afternoon, if that is okay with you."
"Yeah, fine," I said, trying to hide my excitement. "I have to change the oil in my car and I was going to wash it."
"Good, then it's a date."
I smiled. I liked that comment.
I watched as she turned and walked over to the table with a stack of pancakes. My eyes were not on the pancakes. My mother's sweet tits were almost totally visible under her thin pink nightgown. I tried not to stare, but it was impossible. I could tell she knew where my eyes were.
"I can see you are hungry," she said, holding the pancakes out.
We both knew that I was hungry, but not only for the pancakes.
After I devoured the pancakes I went to the garage and worked on the car, spilling oil and losing the oil plug in the bucket of old oil. For some reason my mind was not on working on the car today. I found that I was very nervous about this afternoon. What was she going to let me do, I wondered? Up until that point, it had been all her, jerking me, but not letting me take any liberties with her. Now I was going to be able to touch her body … or at least her back, but I hoped for more.
When she got home at about 3 o'clock, I tried to act very casual. For some strange reason I didn't want to seem over eager. "Uh … anytime you want that back rub, let me know, Mom," I said.
"I want to take a quick shower. I have been looking forward to this all day."
So had I. The thought that in just a few minutes I was going to put my hands on my mother's body made my cock start to harden.
"Where do you want to do it?" I asked.
"I suppose on my bed. I'll put a beach towel on the top to keep the oil for getting on the duvet."
"Okay, just give me a call when you're ready." Then I wondered what I should wear. I finally decided on a pair of jeans, with no shirt and no shoes ... partially naked but still respectable.
About an hour later I heard my mother calling me. "David, I'm ready." I think that might have been the longest hour of my life. I hurried up the stairs and into her room. I stopped as I stepped into the room. My mother was lying on her stomach without her bra with just a pair of thong panties on. I was almost shaking as I walked over to the bed.
I saw that she had placed a couple of towels on the bed with several bottles of massage oil on the nightstand. I suddenly got an idea. "Mom, do you mind if I take my jeans off. They are going to be a bit rough on your skin."
"Do you have underwear on?" she asked and then laughed.
"I do," I answered with a laugh of my own. I had in truth thought about leaving my underwear off. Now I was glad I hadn't.
"Sure, get comfortable," she said as she glanced at me and then smiled. I could feel her eyes on me as I quickly stripped my jeans off and climbed onto the bed. My hands were shaking as I picked up a bottle of scented massage cream. I stared down at my mother's beautiful back and ass. Her skin was perfect, without a blemish or mole anywhere. I straddled the backs of her thighs sitting gently back. I poured the oil on my hands and rubbed them together until they were warm. Then I placed my hands onto the small of her back.
"Ahhhh," she moaned.
I moved my hands slowly around, kneading the flesh of her back firmly but without undue pressure.
"Oh, that's it, right there. That feels so good."
I smiled. It felt and looked good to me too. As I massaged I stared at her bare ass cheeks. She was almost totally naked right there in front of me. I had to fight the urge to move my hands down and massage her naked ass cheeks. But I didn't want to overstep my bounds. The last thing I wanted was to get her upset and take a chance of being thrown out of the room. So I was careful.
When I finished with her lower back I moved my hands slowly upward. Her groan gave me the approval I needed. I circled my hands, and then moved upward toward the center, using my thumbs to press either side of her spine.
"Ohhhhh, yes," she groaned.
As I moved my hands in circles I glanced down and could see the soft flesh of her breasts squeezing out the sides from her weight pressing onto the bed. I slid my hands down her sides, my fingers just touching the soft flesh of the side of her tits. I dared not go too far so I contented myself with only my fingertips touching her tit flesh. After a few more minutes I moved down her back again. When I got to her buttocks I hesitated. Then I threw caution to the wind and began to slowly move my hands across her ass cheeks. I anticipated a protest, but when she didn't I continued, using my fingers to knead her soft ass flesh. As I massaged her cheeks I gently pulled them apart. I suppressed a gasp when I saw the star of her asshole covered only by the string of her panties. I had a sudden and almost overpowering urge to bend down and kiss it. My cock was as hard as a rock and uncomfortable in my tight under shorts.
Taking a big risk, I slipped off the bed and quickly stripped off my shorts as my mother waited patiently. My mother's head was turned the other way and she didn't turn to look at me. I crawled onto the bed again and knelt between her legs. I pushed her legs apart and stared down at the junction of her thighs. The tiny thong has slipped between the lips, leaving the soft flesh of her pussy exposed on either side. I fought the urge to jerk off. I poured on oil directly onto her legs and began to massage the back of her thighs. I moved all the way down to her caves and back up again. My cock was now throbbing and juice was dripping from the slit. Several times I had to catch it and like a pervert rubbed my hands together along with the oil before smearing it onto her legs.
I glanced up and saw that my mother was very still and her breathing was soft and regular. She has fallen asleep, I thought. For a moment I was disappointed but then I had a nasty idea. It was crazy, but what the heck, I thought. I stayed kneeling between her legs as I began to stroke my cock. Then taking a big risk I reached down and slipped my finger under the string of her thong panties and lifted gently, moving my finger to the side as I did. That pulled the tiny string from between her cheeks.
My mother moaned and I froze. Then she relaxed again, but not before she moved her legs a little farther apart. That was perfect. I gasped when I saw the tiny star of her asshole appear again between her cheeks. I began to tremble. I stroked my cock faster.
I knew I was close to climaxing, but did I dare cum on her ass cheeks. Then it was too late. Suppressing a moan I held my cock tight as cum began to squirt from the head.
It splattered all over her ass and some even ran between her cheeks. It was incredibly exciting. I was to far gone to consider the consequences of being caught at that point. When I was drained and looked down at the mess I had created I suddenly felt remorse for taking advantage of my mother. Yet, my still pulsing cock quickly overcame my temporary shame. Seeing that my mother was still asleep I used one finger to trace up one ass cheek and down the other. Then I started at the top between the crack and began to slowly move downward toward her little pink asshole. It seemed to quiver and I had a momentary thought of pressing my finger into the hole. I refrained when she moved and moaned quietly. Knowing I had been lucky that she had not awakened, I decided not to take any more chances. I slowly crawled off the bed. I looked one more time at my mother before walking quietly out of the room.
Back in my room I immediately began to feel guilty again. I had taken advantage of my mother. The things she had done to me were incredible … things very few guys, if any, ever got a chance to do with their mother. Then, suddenly, the thought occurred to me that my mother would probably see the residue of my cum on her ass cheeks. Hoping that she had not awakened, I hurried back to her room intending to use a towel or something to clean her ass. When I arrived at her door, I peeked in. I froze when I saw my mother standing in front of her mirror. I was surprised to see a smile on her face. Then I saw her take a tissue and reach back to wipe the areas where my cum had been smeared. My heart started to thump with concern. She had obviously been awake and knew what I had done. Yet, she didn't appear to be angry. I sighed and with my burden lifted I quietly went back to my room and jerked off again. Then I slept like a baby.
Chapter 6
"David, I have a meeting with the attorney today so I will be gone most of the afternoon," my mother said as she came into the den where I was watching a ball game.
"Okay, Mom, anything you want me to do today?"
"The sink in my bathroom is leaking. I don't know if you can fix it, but I would love for you to look at it."
"Sure. Probably just needs a new washer."
"Thanks. I'll fix dinner when I get home."
Mom came over and leaned over to give me a goodbye kiss. I'm not sure if she intended for it to be more than a peck, but I had other ideas. When her lips touched mine, I reached and pulled her down, opening my mouth in the process. I heard a little moan from her and I slipped my tongue into her mouth. We were both breathing harder when she finally pulled away. "I have to hurry," she said breathlessly and turned and quickly walked out the door.
I took a deep breath and sighed as I watched her leave. My heart was thumping in my chest and I was already hard. God, I am going to go crazy, I thought.
After the game I went up to her bathroom and replaced the washer in her sink. As I was walking out I saw a pair of her panties hanging out of her hamper. Like the pervert I was I picked them up and brought them to my nose. I breathed in her smell and felt my cock start to harden. I stuffed the panties into my pocket and went back to my room. I lay down and brought the panties to my nose again. I couldn't get enough of her smell. I thought about jerking off, but decided to wait. With my mother's panties on my face, I fell asleep.
I suddenly awoke with a start. "Wh ... uh ... huh?" I said, totally confused.
"I said dinner is about ready," my mother said as she leaned into my room.
I suddenly realized that I still had her panties on my face. I snatched them off and looked at the door in time to see my mother's smiling face disappear and the door close. "Shit," I almost screamed. What a jerk I am, I thought.
I went down stairs with my face still red and saw my mother setting the table.
"I'll do that," I said with a sheepish smile.
"Thanks," she answered with her own smile. "Were you able to fix the sink?"
"Yeah. It was just a washer. I also fixed the light switch. It was sticking."
"Thank you again, sweetie. I don't know what I would do with all the things that need fixing around here."
I smiled and began to set the table. We ate and talked about the visit to the attorney's office. Dad was not there. Mom said she signed a few legal papers. The divorce would take a while, but should be final in a couple of months. I saw sadness in her eyes.
"Sorry about all this, Mom," I said.
"None of this is your fault, David."
"I know but it still hurts," I answered, fighting back the urge to cry.
Mom reached over and grasped my hand. "For me too," she said as a tear trickled down her cheek. "Let me do the dishes," she said quickly and got up.
"I'll help," I said and stacked the dinner plates on the table. Then after wiping the table I carried the dishes into the kitchen. Mom was standing at the sink as I brought in the last dish. I sat the plate down and stepped behind my mom, wrapping my arms around her waist. Then I bent my head and gently kissed her neck. She leaned her head to the side as I trailed kisses upward to her ear. "I love you, Mom," I whispered and felt her shudder. Then I brazenly kissed her ear.
"Mmmmm, that gives me goose bumps," she said, but didn't pull away.
I proceeded to kiss back down her neck and then across the back of her neck and around to the other side. In the mean time my arms tightened around her waist, just under her breasts. I could feel her breasts on my forearms now. I slowly lifted my arms until the weight of her breasts were fully on my arms. My cock had grown hard and was now pressed between the cheeks of her ass. I knew she could feel it. I thought I felt her push backward just slightly and then she trembled. I moved my hands down to the bottom of her sweater and slipped underneath where I rested my hands on her slightly enlarging belly. I squeezed her soft stomach as I continued to nuzzle her neck.
Mom was trembling in my arms now. My head was spinning with excitement. Taking a big risk I moved my hands upward until I could feel her bra-covered breasts in the palms of my hands. Boldly I squeezed them and heard her intake of breath. My excitement was running wild now. I slipped my fingers between the mounds of flesh and found the catch to her bra. I paused, holding my breath, waiting for her to stop me. When she didn't, I quickly popped the hook and felt the bra snap to the side, freeing her pregnancy-enlarged breasts. Before she could protest I covered both breasts with my hands. Instead of pushing me away, I felt her lean back into me. She was trembling like a leaf now … and so was I.
I began to squeeze the soft flesh until I found her engorged nipples. They were huge. I pinched the nipples before I began to knead her breasts. At the same time I was pressing my throbbing cock against her ass. I could feel her moving from side to side now. Her chest was heaving with her heavy breathing. Then suddenly my mother pushed my hands away. I stepped back, ready for her admonishment. However, instead she turned and walked toward the kitchen door. I stared, wondering if she was mad at me. When she reached the door, she turned and looked at me. Her sweater was still above her bared tits. There was a strange look on her face, one that I had never seen before. Without a word she turned and walked out of the kitchen.
I stood there wondering what to do. Was she giving me a message with that look? Was she admonishing me for taking such liberties? I had no idea at that point. After a moment or two I decided to follow her. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I found her sweater. Then I saw her bra on the steps. I picked them up and walked upstairs. In the hallway was her skirt. When I got to her room I saw that the door was slightly ajar. I peeked in and gasped. My mother was lying on the bed with only her panties on. The night table lamp was the only light. With my heart pounding in my chest I pushed the door open and entered the room.
I saw that my mother had her eyes closed, but she had to have heard me come in. I walked over slowly; my eyes taking in her gorgeous body … her sexy raised stomach, her soft thighs, and her large breasts were all on display. I approached the bed and stood for a moment, wondering what to do. Then I quickly stripped off my clothes and sat down gently on the edge of the bed. My mom didn't move. Placing one hand on the other side of her, I leaned over and gently kissed her lips. I swear I almost climaxed when, as my lips touched hers, her mouth opened. The room began to spin as our mouths pressed together. Then suddenly her tongue was in my mouth. I moaned as I took it and sucked. Her sweet saliva filled my mouth as her tongue began to dance with mine. Then my tongue forced hers back and I entered her mouth. My cock pulsed when she began to suck.
We kissed for a long time. I have no idea how long since my head had lost all of its blood to my cock. I felt her pressing on my head. I broke away from her lips and allowed her to press my head toward her breasts. I began to kiss downward. I heard her moan when I reached the rise of her breast. I kissed and licked until I found one huge nipple.
"Ohhhhh!" Mom gasped, as I sucked the nipple into my mouth.
As I sucked one tit, I began to knead the other. I licked and sucked the nipple and then made a slow circle with my tongue around the areola before flicking the tip again. I moved to the other breast and began to suck. I could feel my mother squirming under me. Her chest lifted to my lips and I could feel her hips moving. Then she began to tremble all over. I heard little gasps coming from her lips. I realized with shock that she was climaxing. Her body jerked and shook, as tremors rushed up and down her frame. I continued to suck until her movements slowly subsided.
My cock was throbbing so hard I was concerned I was going to cum.
"Fuck my tits, David," Mom whispered.
I didn't think I had heard her right. My mother never used the word "fuck". But then she said it again.
"Fuck my tits, please."
I didn't wait for her to say it again. I straddled her waist with my hard cock throbbing and pointing at her face. I lifted up and slowly lowered it between her breasts. I saw her staring at my swollen cock head. Then I watched as she squeezed her tits together around my shaft. I moaned. I had no idea what to do, so I let nature take over. I moved back, letting my cock slip to the bottom of the grove between her breasts and then pushed forward.
"Yes," I heard my mom say as she stared at the head of my dripping cock.
I pushed forward again, and then again. Soon I was moving up and down in a steady rhythm. The soft skin between her tits rippled up and down my cock making it feel like it was encased in a velvet glove. Each upward push sent my red and swollen cock head toward her chin and then back down to be covered by her soft tit flesh again.
"Faster," Mom gasped.
I moved faster, thrusting my hips rapidly between her breasts. "Mom, I'm going to cum," I gasped. I heard her moan. Then I pushed upward and paused, the swollen head grew before my balls sent my hot cum up the shaft. "Ahhhhhhheeeee!!!" I screamed as I shot my load into the air. It blasted into my mother's face loud enough to hear the splat. I couldn't stop it. My cock throbbed and shot string after string of sperm into my mother's beautiful face.
When the last shot dribbled out onto her chin, I dismounted her and almost fell over as I got to my feet. I stood looking dumbly down at my mother's cum covered face. I gasped when I saw her tongue come out to lick a drop of cum.
"Get me a towel," she said.
I hurried into her bathroom and brought her a towel, which she used to wipe her face. Then she said, "I need to take a shower now." With that she got up and went into the bathroom. My head was still spinning as I staggered out of her room.
Chapter 7
Several days later I was outside mowing when my mother called to me.
"David, you had better get a shower if we are going to go to the movies tonight."
"Okay, Mom, be right in." I put the mower into the shed and hurried into the house. Mom and me were going to a movie, almost like a date, I figured. After my mother had let me tit fuck her, nothing happened for several days. She has not come to my room since then. I waited each night for her and finally went to sleep frustrated. I never knew when she would show up and I think she liked it that way. It kept me off balance … almost as if she wanted me to worry that it could stop at any time. It was her clever way to keep me at her beck and call, I was sure. I didn't mind. She had me wrapped around her finger and we both knew it. I was looking forward to taking her to the movies and then maybe she would come to my room later.
When she came down ready for the movie, I almost gasped. She had on a black leather top, leather skirt and leather boots. The skirt was very short and she looked great.
"You like?" she said as she struck a pose for me."I love it."
"I really had to squeeze into it … you know with my belly getting bigger. I might have to unsnap the top when we get into the theater." Her face colored a bit with embarrassment.
"You look great."
"Thank you, sweetheart. You always make me feel so good," she said and leaned over and kissed me on the lips. But she pulled back before I could respond.
I had my old car running good and I didn't like her big SUV so we took my car. The movie was a chick flick, a silly romance, but I didn't mind. I figured it might put her into a sexy mood. We bought popcorn and a soda to share, for a small fortune, and went into the theater. The movie wasn't that crowded, which I liked, so we found a seat in the very back row. We talked quietly as the previews went by, giggling and acting like high school kids on a date.
When the movie started, I casually put my arm on the back of Mom's chair. When she didn't protest, I let it slip down until it was across her shoulder. I was pleasantly surprised when she snuggled into my arm. My heart was beating rapidly, but not from the movie.
The movie was cute, but there were several rather steamy scenes with the gorgeous leading lady in bed with the leading man. There was a little nudity and a lot of kissing. I turned my head to look at my mother and saw that her mouth was open and that she was breathing more rapidly. I could feel my own excitement building. With a boldness that defied my youthful age, I turned my mother's face toward me and quickly brought my lips to hers. I expected her to pull away quickly. When she didn't I felt my heart flutter. Then I felt it … her tongue touched my lips. I suppressed a moan and opened my mouth. My mother's tongue was in my mouth and we were kissing passionately. My heart was threatening to jump out of my chest.
When Mom finally pulled away, we were both gasping for breath. But I wasn't satisfied yet. I boldly pulled her lips back to mine. I heard her moan as I chased her tongue back into her mouth. Her lips clamped around my tongue and I could feel her sucking. Then I pulled back and let her tongue into my mouth. Her mouth was as sweet as anything I had ever tasted.
Mom giggled and whispered, "I feel like a teenager again."
I smiled and tried to pull my mother back for another kiss. But she pushed me away. I sat back, my head still reeling. I looked at her and saw her watching the movie again, but now her lips were open and they were wet. I suppressed a gasp when I felt her hand slip to my thigh. She tickled her fingers up and down my bare skin below the leg of my shorts, causing goose bumps to pop up all over me. Slowly her hand moved upward, her fingers slipping under the leg of my shorts. My cock was trapped, pointing downward. Inch by inch my mother's fingers moved closer. Then I could feel her fingers sliding through the pre-cum cream on my thigh. The tip of one finger touched the head of my cock and I jumped. Mom giggled.
I sat paralyzed as my mother tickled my cock head with the tip of her index finger. Then she moved a little higher and ran her finger around the crown. I was going mad and trembling with excitement.
After a few minutes she pulled her hand from under the leg and laid it casually on my lap. I froze when I felt her hand cover the tent in my shorts. Then she squeezed.
"Ohhhhh," I gasped. I was now thankful that I had practiced control or I am sure I would have climaxed in my pants right then.
My mother's hand opened and closed on my erection. Each squeeze brought a pulse to cock. Then she paused, leaving her hand limply on my crotch. I could still feel it lying on my pulsing cock, gently, warmly, but not moving.
Throughout the rest of the movie, Mom would occasionally squeeze and releasing my cock. I was almost grateful when she pulled her hand away near the end of the movie. It gave me time for my cock to return to just about normal. We waited until the theater was almost empty before we arose and walked out.
When we got outside and headed to the parking lot, I reached over and took my mother's hand. She allowed it and squeezed my hand affectionately.
It was about a forty-five minute drive from the movie to our house. We were quiet as we drove.
"Mind if I use you as a pillow," my mother said with a smile.
"Sure," I answered, allowing her to slide sideways and place her head on my thigh. Suddenly I could feel her warm cheek and hot breath on my bare leg. A few seconds later she moved her hand under her head for support. However, that placed her palm right on my groin. My cock, which had never fully retreated, sprung to attention.
I tried to control myself, but I wasn't having much luck. Then, whatever control I had went out the window when my mother's hand began to move. I felt her searching for my zipper. I held my breath as she found it. The sound of my zipper opening was incredibly loud inside the otherwise quiet car. Then I gasped when she reached inside my shorts and wrapped her hand around my cock and pulled it into the open. I was trembling because I knew what she was about to do. But I was wrong. I thought she was going to jerk me off, but then I felt her tongue touch the head of my cock. It took all of my willpower not to climax right there.
I gasped as her mouth closed over the head. I couldn't believe it … my mother was sucking my cock. I had to concentrate on driving the car, my mind screamed. Fortunately, I found an old dirt road that led to a wooded area and quickly pulled off the road.
"Oh God, Mom," I gasped as my mother began sucking me. My control was useless at this point. Her head moved up and down and then she used her tongue to circle the head. The tip of her tongue tickled the sensitive crown before moving to the slit. I could feel my pre-cum pouring out and I heard my mother moan. Her hand wrapped around the shaft and she sucked the head. I lifted my hips and tried to push her head down. I felt her pull away. That was my cue that she was in charge. I sighed with frustration but sat back and let her have her way.
My mom played with my cock for a long time, alternating stroking me and sucking the head. Eventually I had to cum or risk exploding. I could feel my balls churning. "Mo … mmm, I'm going to … Ohhhhh," I gasped and suddenly my cock began to squirt. My balls felt like they were exploding as every drop of sperm poured into Mom's sucking mouth. I think I surprised Mom, because she coughed and I could feel something splatter on my thigh. But then recovered and began to suck again.
My head fell back on the seat, my body shaking with post climatic tremors. I felt Mom lick the tip of my cock and then bend down and kiss my thigh. Then she licked my thigh for a few seconds before sitting up. Through blurry eyes I saw her delicately wipe the corner of her mouth with one finger. There was a "cat that ate the canary" smile on her face. I looked down and was surprised to see that there was no cum on my cock or anywhere else. It suddenly dawned on me that she had swallowed my cum … my mother had sucked my cock and swallowed my cum. Is this an incredible dream, I wondered?
Chapter 8
It was Monday night and both Mom and I loved Monday Night Football. It was the first pre-season game. She told me I could have two beers during the game so I had better spread them out if I wanted them to last to the end. I didn't really care about the beer. I was just liked the idea of sitting with her.
"Come on, Mom, the game is starting," I called from the family room. A moment later she came in. She was wearing a short summer maternity dress and was barefooted. I said, "There she comes, barefoot and pregnant."
"Very funny," she answered and stuck her tongue out at me. Then she laughed and sat down next to me, our thighs touching.
"Doesn't get any better than this," I said, lifting my first beer. "A beer, popcorn, a football game and a sexy woman."
"It that order," she said with a pout.
"A sexy woman, beer, popcorn, and football," I quickly responded.
"That's better," she said as she snuggled into my arm.
We watched the game quietly for a few minutes. I wanted to kiss her so bad I could taste it. When a commercial came on I turned and pressed my lips to hers. She moaned and opened her mouth to my insistent tongue. When the commercial was over we parted breathlessly. I tried to kiss her again, but she said, "commercial."
Fortunately there are a lot of commercials on Monday Night Football. By half time I was kissing her passionately and feeling her breasts over her dress with each pause in the game. I was a little disappointed that she had chosen to wear a dress where there was no way to get my hand underneath. I tried another tactic and rested my hand on her bare thigh. As I kissed her I slowly moved my hand upward until it was under her dress. I was almost gasping for breath as my hand made it's way across the silky skin of her thighs. But before I reach my goal, Mom pulled away and shook her head. I wondered why, but I was far to excited to analyze it at that point. I contented myself with playing with her thighs, although never reaching her pussy.
By halftime we were in quite a state of arousal. Mother broke our kiss and whispered something to me. It was said so softly I couldn't quite hear her. "What?" I asked and listened carefully.
"I want you to use your mouth on me," she whispered.
My eyes opened wide and I stared at her hoping I had heard her right. She stood up and slowly walked out of the family room. She had done this before and I knew what it meant now. I jumped up and ran up the stairs. I paused at her door, breathing heavily, suddenly wondering if I had actually heard her correctly. But my cock was pulsing in my pants and I was not going to miss this chance.
Tentatively I pushed the door open. A bedside lamp lit the room and I could see my mother lying crosswise on the bed totally naked. As I drew closer I could see pussy juice trickling from her swollen pussy and she was gently moving her finger across her clit.
I stared at her for a long moment. I couldn't get enough of the vision in front of me. Then I quickly stripped to my underwear.
I stared for another long moment at her wet pussy until a long trickle of juice ran from the opening and across her tight pink asshole. I wasn't a novice when it came to oral sex, but I honestly had never seen a pussy this gorgeous. My mother was not looking at me and she seemed embarrassed. Then I heard her gasp impatiently, "Eat me, David. Please eat me."
I didn't need a second invitation. I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her legs.
"Ahhhhhheeeee," I heard her scream as her soft thighs wrapped around my head.
I was suddenly lost in another world. A world where my entire existence consisted of my mother's sweet pussy and her soft thighs wrapped around my head. I will never forget the first taste of her pussy. Juice was bubbling from her hole as my tongue split her lips and dove deep inside. When I pulled my tongue back it was covered with her thigh juices. I went back for more.
Somewhere, far off, I could hear moaning and gasping, but it didn't seem real. The only real thing was my mouth and my mother's sweet hole. I licked and sucked for a long time before I felt her thighs tighten around my head. Suddenly her pussy gushed, filling my mouth with an incredible amount of juice. I swallowed and went back for more. I opened my mouth and sucked the entirety of her pussy lips into my mouth. Then I pushed them back out before plunging my tongue into her again. Finally, I found her swollen clit. As soon as I touched it, I felt her tense again and a second gush of juice poured out of her. I sucked her clit until the juice slowed and then moved my face down, letting her slick lips slip across my already saturated face. I could feel her sticky juice on my cheeks, my nose, and even my eyebrows. I reveled in it, moving my face back and forth and up and down.
"Ohhhhh, David," I vaguely heard. I ignored it and continued to suck her until she squirted a third time. I had been rubbing my cock on the bed and as I drank her juices, I climaxed in my underwear. Although at some other time and place I might have thought that was a waste, but not now. I was so consumed with pleasing my mother that my climax was secondary.
I continued to eat her for a long time. I stopped only when I realized that her legs had gone limp on my shoulders. When I pulled back I saw that her eyes were closed and she was breathing regularly. She had either passed out or fallen asleep. I stood up and gently moved her legs onto the bed and then threw an afghan over her. Then I bent and gently kissed her lips before going to bed.
I didn't bother to brush my teeth or wash my face that night. I wanted to feel and taste her for the rest of the night. I woke up later and jerked off, still tasting my mother and feeling her dried juices on my face.
Chapter 9
The following morning I was up early and went in to take a shower. When I looked at my face in the mirror I had to smile. The results of eating my mother were still evident I reluctantly washed my face, shaved, and then took a shower. When I came downstairs my mother was sitting at the kitchen table having coffee. She looked up and smiled.
"My, but you're up early," she said.
"I know. I couldn't bear to be away from you any longer," I said and laughed. I'm not sure she knew how true that was. I walked over and leaned down and kissed her. It wasn't the typical peck. I figured we were way beyond that. My tongue entered her mouth and I could taste her morning coffee. She was smiling when I pulled away.
"I thought you took cream in your coffee?" I said.
"I do, but we are out. I need to go to the store today."
"I can go out and get you some," I said.
Then she got a naughty look on her face and said, "No need for that. I know where I can get some cream."
"Where?" I asked, wondering what she had in mind.
I suppressed a gasp as my mother turned and reached for the opening of my underwear. Then with a giggle she reached inside and pulled out my rapidly growing cock. I moaned as she opened her mouth and took the head of my cock inside.
"Ahhhh," I gasped as she began to suck me. There was no hesitation on her part. She moved her head back and forth as I rested my hand on her head. I loved that she was doing it on her own, without encouragement from me. My hips began to move with her head action. "Oh God, Mom, I'm going to cum," I warned. I had intended to cum in her mouth, but my mother had other ideas. Before I started to shoot, she pulled my cock from her mouth. I gasped as she pointed my cock toward her steaming coffee just in time to let my cream squirt into the cup. When I was drained, I staggered back a step or two and then flopped into a chair.
"Thanks, now I have my cream," my mother said as she lifted the cup to her lips and took a big gulp.
I watched it total amazement as she drank my juice along with her morning coffee.
That incident seemed to open the floodgates for my mother and me. We rarely passed each other that we didn't stop and kiss … and of course I groped her. One afternoon I was on the phone with a female friend from school when my mother passed. I reached out and grabbed her butt playfully. She stopped and bent over to kiss me. I had to put my hand over the phone, but it was worth it for the kiss. When she realized that I was talking to a girl she got a funny look on her face. I was surprised when her hand went to my lap. My eyes opened wide as she then dropped to the carpet between my legs. With growing excitement I watched her reach for my zipper and pull my cock from my pants. Her mouth covered it and I suppressed a moan. Soon she was driving me mad by teasing the head like she loved to do. Then she pulled back and I could see a long string of my pre-cum juice hanging from her tongue.
I couldn't take it any longer so I told my friend I would call her back later.
My mother looked up and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin your phone call." Then she smiled a smile that said that was exactly what she had intended.
"Well then you can make it up to me by drinking my cum," I said as I pulled her mouth back to my throbbing cock. I heard a moan deep in her throat as she submissively allowed me to direct her head on my cock. There was no teasing now. I wanted to cum in her mouth in the worst way and I wasn't going to wait. It didn't take long before I was pouring my juice into her sucking mouth. She drank it like a kitten drinking milk.
When she pulled away, she looked up at me with her cum smeared lips and said, "Am I better than she is?" she said with a touch of jealously.
I laughed and said, "Yes, since she and I have never done anything, plus you are also about a hundred pounds lighter. But any time you want to interrupt my conversation with her like that please do."
"Oh," she said. Then we both laughed.
Later that day, I paid her back. I came into the living room and she was on the phone with my father. I felt a moment of anger at just the thought of him and started to leave, but then changed my mind. I leaned over and kissed her, forcing her to put her hand over the phone like I had done. She gave me a look of admonishment. But before she could stop me I dropped to my knees and pushed her legs up. I quickly stripped off the shorts and panties she was wearing. Then I bent my head and began to kiss her thighs.
"David," she gasped, her hand still over the mouthpiece.
"Turn about is fair play," I whispered as I dove for her pussy.
"Ohhhhh," she gasped. As she struggled to hold a coherent conversation with my father she moved her hand to the back of my head and pulled me tighter.
It was my turn to moan as my tongue found her already juicy hole. I sucked and licked, using my tongue gently on her clit … not enough to make her climax because I wanted to drive her crazy like she had done to me. Then, still listening to Dad, she pushed me back and I thought it was all over. But then she pushed me harder, making me fall back onto the carpet.
"You want to eat me?" she whispered. But it wasn't really a question. With two strides she was standing over my face and I was looking up at her pussy. Then she slowly squatted, bringing her dripping hole closer and closer to my face. A moment later her pussy was pressed to my mouth.
I was suddenly trapped between her sweet thighs. With no light and only the taste and scent of her to guide me, I began to suck and lick her again. It wasn't long before I felt her thighs quivering. Then I felt the now familiar deluge of juice as it gushed out of her. I was ready for it and drank it down like the finest wine. It poured into my mouth with such force that some bubbled from my lips. I fought to keep any more from escaping my sucking mouth. Finally the juice stopped, but Mom wasn't done. She rode my face until she had climaxed twice more.
When she pulled away I saw that at some point she had hung up on Dad. She looked down at me and said, "That should teach you not to bother me while I'm on the telephone."
It was a wonderful and welcomed lesson.
Chapter 10
As the summer was drawing to a close, I sat down with my mom and told her of my decision to transfer to a local school. At first she objected strenuously, but finally came around when I explained that I could get just as good an education for less money and, most importantly, I would be around to help her with the baby. Plus, I had made up my mind.
She got all teary eyed and thanked me with a big, wet kiss. That made it all worth it. When we parted, we were both breathless. I was ready to take it further, but Mom just wanted to sit on the porch and snuggle. I accepted that, hoping we would do something later.