t was Saturday morning, and a typical mid 1970's Mississippi August. It was hot as hell, and so humid that it was almost unbearable. Except for the fact that we had lived there our whole lives here, we had become accustomed to the weather. I know many of you may think we're all inbred rednecks down here in the south, but that's not the case. However, I may find it hard to remove that "inbred" impression some of you may have after reading my story.
As I woke with a typical morning wood, I began thinking of one of my teachers, Mrs. Knight. Although I was white, I had a huge crush on this gorgeous ebony goddess. Now I don't consider myself as being racist, but in the 70's interracial relationships were just as taboo as the story I'm in the process of telling.
Mrs. Knight had huge breasts, probably at least a DD cup. They jiggled just perfectly in the tight dresses she wore with the somewhat plunging necklines. This guaranteed that every boy in her class would get a boner that would be torturous for the entire length of her one-hour class. She was a very curvaceous woman. She also had the most beautiful almond shaped eyes, and a large ass that swelled in just the right places. She always had her hair pulled back in a ponytail, and had nice thick thighs perfect for wrapping around a young boy's head, hips or both... if you're lucky. How could any male my age of 18 years resist a woman with such a stunning figure. I always thought it amazing that she dressed in such a manner considering her husband was a minister.
Too bad she was such a bitch as a teacher.
I held my morning wood while thinking of Mrs. Knight, and I began to slowly stroke my manhood. I imagined her undressing just for my singular pleasure. The more clothes she removed, in my mind, the faster my strokes became. Once her gorgeous globes were bare, with her nipples hard and ready for sucking, I couldn't take any more. My cock exploded with a massive gush of my sloppy sap into the wad of bath tissue I used to catch my load. Then three more spurts followed leaving me expended of all energy.
I lay there with my continued thoughts of Mrs. Knight bouncing around in my head, trying to catch my breath. I slowly returned to normal. Then I got up out of bed, dressed, and went into the kitchen for breakfast. We lived in a typical 3 bedroom ranch style home at the time.
This was a typical Saturday morning. My mother was in the kitchen preparing my breakfast. I didn't speak being the rebellious teen that I was, but my mother said "morning". I think I may have just grunted a "morning" back to her. We weren't particularly close. My whole life was mostly memories of my father passed out in his chair. He was an alcoholic which affected my whole family. It left me holding in all of my feelings and resentments about pretty much everything, but that's a different story.
As I sat there eating my breakfast, I didn't think much of my mother in her night gown which fairly frumpy and came down to mid-calf. It was a typical night gown for a woman of her years. It was more utilitarian than sexy. It showed no cleavage, and was in no way intended to be inviting. She wasn't particularly attractive in my eyes. She was just my mother, and she was 55 at the time.
I just finished my breakfast, left the house, and hooked up with my buds. We would smoke some weed, and enjoy the day high as a kite.
I guess I should give you a little more back story. As I mentioned, my father was an alcoholic, and passed out in his chair every night. I also have a sister 2 years my senior, but she had married and moved out of the house 2 years prior which left her bedroom unused. So, my mother took advantage of the situation, and moved into my sister's old bedroom.
Obviously, with my mother sleeping in a different bedroom than my father, and him being passed out every night, that didn't lead to much intimacy. I'm sure. However, I don't think she was looking for intimacy at the time. At least not from my father. It was not a comfortable environment in which to be raised... again a different story.
Now, being a red-blooded teenage male, you can imagine how much I masturbated in my room. I kept a roll of bath tissue in my room to catch my ejaculation, and for additional cleanup after the fact. Being that young, I also had no forethought of what my parents may think as they emptied my waste basket full of sperm-soaked tissue. I can only assume they knew what was going on in my room each night with my door closed. The evidence was right there in front of them.
One night I was going through my nightly masturbation rituals thinking of Mrs. Knight. However, sometimes I would also think of Miss. Jones. Now she was young, and in her early 20's. This was her first teaching job. She had blonde hair which curled some, and came down to her shoulders. She also had nice breasts. They weren't as large as Mrs. Knight's breasts, but I'm sure they were probably at least a C cup. She was also a curvaceous woman. Although I don't really consider myself having a foot fetish, I did really like Miss. Jones' nice chubby toes. She always wore sandals which showed off those plump toes nicely. They dampened many a wad of tissue as well. As you can see, my fantasies varied greatly.
These were obviously two classes in which I didn't do well due to my wondering thoughts. This left me leaving class daily with a throbbing hard-on, and no way to take matters in hand so to speak.
Again, back to the story, I was going through my nightly masturbation rituals, and stroking my hard cock. Then, all of a sudden, my door opened. It was my mother. She quickly asked "ARE YOU...?!" seeming a bit upset, I knew the rest of that question was "masturbating". Fortunately, she quickly closed my door, and left.
Nothing was ever said about it again. I think she preferred to act like nothing ever happened, and life went on just as always. Of course, that didn't slow down my masturbation schedule either. I continued my fantasies about Mrs. Knight and Miss. Jones. Sometimes my next door neighbor, Mrs. Day, would also slip into my fantasies. She was young. I'd say in her mid 30's, and she didn't really have much in the way of tits. Actually, I'm being a little generous. She had no tits at all. An A cup max. She didn't even really need a bra except for the fact that they were heavily padded bras. Don't ask how I know. However, she did have the most scrumptious ass I've ever seen. As they say, when God closes a door, he opens a window. Well, that ass was her window, and she knew it. Thankfully, she always dressed to properly display it.
Those fantasies really bring back some pleasant memories. Every now and again I still masturbate with these lovely women in mind. I've always fantasized about older, more curvy women. I can't even recall a girl my age that I fantasized about. There were some crushes, but I never really fantasized about them.
After being caught red-fisted so to speak, I started locking my door. This would eliminate that possibility from ever happening again. Of course, the evidence still remained in my waste basket. Ah, the stupidity of youth.
One day, my father was at work as usual. He didn't start drinking until he came home which he did privately outside. He had bottles of vodka hidden everywhere... Like we didn't know. We found them often. Of course, we didn't really need to find them. We saw the results.
I saw that my mother was home which was unusual as she worked an 8-5 job every weekday. I was just coming in from school. I was going to the local community college, and had different schedules based on the day of the week. So, at the time, I assumed my mother didn't realize I was coming home. I walked pass my room, and to my mother's room to let her know I was home.
When I got to her room, I got the surprise of my life. My mother stood on the other side of the room totally naked with her door open. I stood there for what seemed like forever looking at her surprisingly sexy body, but it was probably only a few seconds. She never said a word. She just looked at me without moving. I remember being embarrassed beyond belief as I stood there taking in her body with my lusting eyes. Then I quickly turned, and went back to my room almost sprinting. Again, nothing was ever said about this either. I think my mother just wanted to avoid these conversations all together which was fine by me.
Later I started thinking about it, and I realized my mother had made no attempt to cover herself. I thought that was odd. I've always thought covering up was almost a reflex action made by anyone when they were accidentally caught unclothed. However, she did nothing. So, as I thought more about it, she should have known there was a possibility I could come home. I also remembered that I wasn't particularly quiet when I came in the house. It's not like I was trying to sneak up on her. Why didn't she hear me moving around? Also, why didn't she just simply close her door regardless of the time of day. Most people close their doors when they are about to change clothes. That would have eliminated any possibility of being caught naked. Right?
All of this really confused me. It just didn't make any sense, or was I just over-thinking it? The thing that was most confusing was the fact that I was thinking about her sexually all the time. I had never considered her particularly attractive before. Sometimes she would even creep into my masturbatory fantasies. That was a little freaky I thought. What I thought about most was the beauty of her breasts. They were sagging just a bit as would any woman of 55 years, but her nipples were perfect. The areolas were about a half dollar size with a perfect pencil eraser size nub in the center. Her skin was very pale like Snow White which set off the color of her beige nipples perfectly. Her figure was a very nice hour glass shape. She had a bit of a tummy as would be expected, and she had a perfect triangular shaped dark auburn bush which matched the color of her hair. Although, there didn't seem to be any of the gray in her bush. She had streaks of gray running through her auburn hair.
She had a very sexy torso, but her face, legs and arms showed her 55 years. Her face had the creases of a woman who'd had a worried life. She had vericose veins on her upper thighs. Since I had only ever seen her fully dressed before, who knew what a hot body lay beneath? She had a wonderful womanly figure. She never dressed to show her curves as was the style for a married mother of her age at the time.
Now my thoughts were making me feel a bit guilty. After all, this was my mother. She was entering my fantasies more and more. Not only that, but why was I able to see that mind blowing vision? Could she not hear me as I entered the house, or did she? Why had she left her door open? Did she want me to see? Was she frustrated from lack of intimacy with my drunkard father? Did she actually enjoy catching me masturbating? Was she purposely leading me down this path subtly making the first move herself, or was she just teasing me? Could she see this as a possible answer to both of our needs? No, that's just stupid. Right?
As these questions raced through my head, my mind began to wonder if I should try to fulfill both our fantasies, assuming this was also her fantasy. Is she waiting on me to make the first move? Do I have the guts to make the first move? Oh, MY HEAD WAS ABOUT TO EXPLODE! So, I thought... Is there a way I could subtly let her know that I was interested without too much embarrassment? That's when I decided to start "accidentally" brushing up against her from time to time to see her reactions.
One night while she was in her night gown, I "accidentally" brushed across her left tit in passing. SHE WASN'T WEARING A BRA! Oh, those tits were so soft and squeezable. However, there was no reaction on her part. She just kept walking. Was this her way of ignoring a situation as she had always done in the past, or was she receptive? She didn't even acknowledge it.
So, a few nights later, I tried it again, and, again, no reaction. Well, regardless of her intent, I loved brushing by her tits. So, I decided to continue doing this until I got a reaction one way or another. Needless to say, this became a nightly part of my masturbatory ritual. Once, I actually caught a glimpse of her face in passing. She seemed to have a small grin, but I wasn't sure.
Since she didn't seem to mind my brushing against her tits, I decided to brush up against her ass while we were in our tiny kitchen. This is easily explained, right? Again, no reaction. So, this too became a nightly ritual.
As time went on, my frustrations got the better of me. I decided to confront her. So, one night she was sitting on the right end of the couch with her legs underneath her. She was across the den from my comatose father, and doing her crossword puzzle. She loved those puzzles. So, with all my courage in tow, I sat down beside her. Not too close. She said "Hey", and I just sort of mumbled my response a bit out of fright from what I was about to do, and she said "What?". So, I said "Momma, I'm worried that I missed a once in a lifetime opportunity." Trying to be as ambiguous as possible, and leaving myself an escape route.
Momma said "Oh my, and what opportunity was that?"
I replied "I er ah... should not have turned away, and went to my room the day I saw you in your room." THERE, I said it, or so I thought. I had passed to the point of no return.
She asked "What are you talking about?", and I replied "The day I saw... You know..."
She said "No, I don't know. Saw what?" CRAP, she was going to make me spell it out. So much for my escape route. Now, I was wondering... Does she really not know, or is she just playing coy? So, I mustered up all the courage I had, and said "The day I saw you naked!"
She said "Oh, that." To which I replied "Yes, that." Now I was in way too deep. So, I was fast forward all steam ahead. So, I said "I wonder what might have happened if I had come into the room with you instead of going to my room."
Then she said "Why would you do that?" I thought, CRAP! Was she trying to make me come out and say "I WANT TO FUCK YOU!"? Now, I knew she was playing coy because my mother is not stupid. So, I had to bull through this, and just do what I needed. So, I said "To be with you!". That was a good way to say it. Right?
She then said "What do you mean 'BE' with me?!!", and I replied "I would've liked to have been with you in a... uh... uh... more... intimate way." I thought, oh my gosh. What did I just say? Oh crap, and I looked down embarrassed that I had actually said this to my mother. What the fuck was I doing? Obviously, my prick was doing all the thinking here.
When I realized she wasn't yelling at me, I finally slowly looked up into her eyes. There was no anger or reluctance that I could detect. Was this a green light? What's going on here? That's when I slowly started to lean in a bit to see what she'd do, nut she didn't do anything. She didn't lean in, and she didn't lean back. So, I just went for it. I took her into my arms, and lightly kissed her in a not so son like manner. When I pulled back, she just looked at me for a moment confused I think, and then I leaned in again. This time, I kissed her more passionately, and she started to kiss me back. It was a nice romantic type of kiss with no tongues. We just pressed our lips together for a while as we let our lips move about and feel each other. It was wet, and moving like you might see on a Hallmark romance movie... Clean, but romantic.
Then she pushed me away, and I thought 'Oh, well. I guess that's that. I really fucked up.'
She said "I don't know if she could do something like that, and certainly not in front of your father." So, I said "He's dead to the world right now. He won't wake up from his drunken stupor for hours!" I thought "Well that was stupid because I said it with all the anger that I felt towards my dad for his alcoholism." She said "Still, that's incest, and It's wrong." She seemed to ignore the anger in my statement.
So, I asked her the questions I needed answered in my mind. Why did she leave her door open? Why didn't she hear me coming in? Why didn't she cover up, and why hasn't she complained about my brushing up against her?
She then said "I'm sorry. I don't know why I did any of that." She didn't give me the answers I needed, but she didn't deny doing it either. So, it seemed to me that she was aware she was doing those things even though she wouldn't admit it. That seemed to be one in my favor.
Then she left the room crying a bit, and that's when I decided to do something to make her want me the way I wanted her. I hoped it wouldn't take too much pushing because she seemed to enjoy the attention. My plan was to call her name, leave my door unlocked and cracked every time I masturbated with her as my fantasy which, of course, was every time now. Because I knew that she would do what she always did. She would never mention it again, and life would go on as it always had. Of course, I was hoping for a different response. Like, maybe she'd rush through my door, and take my cock in her mouth. I've really got to laugh at that because I really thought it. Of course, now I know that would never happen. That's a totally unrealistic expectation.
So, when I implemented my plan, I would think of her naked body while I vocally called to her "Oh Momma, I want you so much. Fuck me hard, Momma. How do you like making love to your son. Momma, you make me so hard."
The first few times I did this, nothing happened, but, one night, I saw her shadow in my doorway as I masturbated. So, I got really loud. "Momma feel me inside you. Oh, you make me so hard. I love sucking my Momma's tits. They're so beautiful. You're so beautiful. Feel me inside you. Feel me filling you up. How does it feel to have a hard cock in your pussy again?". Then the shadow disappeared, but I knew she knew exactly what I wanted. I wasn't exactly being subtle about it.
So, I decided to masturbate every night at the same time every night. So, she'd know when to expect me masturbating to her, and I'd leave my door about a quarter of the way open. Enough so she could see, and hear the show I was putting on for her. I wanted it to be obvious. From that point on, nearly every time I jacked off, I could see my mother's shadow in my doorway. Man, that was so exciting knowing that my mother was watching me jerk off
Then, one night, I saw some movement from the shadow in the doorway, and heard what I thought was some whimpering and grunts. IT WAS MOANING I HEARD!! My mother was masturbating while watching me!! It was such a turn on. I lay there masturbating, calling her by name, "Momma", and talking dirty all while watching through the cracks in my eyes the shadow movement outside, and listening to the small whimpers, grunts, and moaning.After a few nights of this, I waited until I heard my mother masturbating again, and I said "Please come see how hard you make me, Momma. Please come in here and join me. Let me show you how you make me feel!"
Then the shadow disappeared. So, I quietly got up, took off the rest of my clothes and snuck to her room while still sporting a raging hard-on. I quietly tested her door knob to see if it was locked. It wasn't. So, then I put my ear to the door, and listened. Was that crying or moans I heard. Was she upset, or was she excited? That's when I decided that I've gone this far. I may as well push it to the end.
So, I slowly opened the door, and I looked in as quietly as I possibly could. That's when I found her on her bed with her hand rubbing her cunt. She was too excited to notice I was even there, or perhaps she wanted me there and did her thing... ignoring the situation. So, now naked as the day she gave birth to me and with my cock pointed directly at my mother, I crept in and climbed up on the bed with her. Then I pulled my mother's hand away from her soaking wet twat, and put it on my hard cock. She put her wet fingers around my shaft squeezing softly.
I told her "Please let me show you how desperately I want you. Feel how hard you make me." I couldn't believe I was being this forward with my own mother. I know I had spoken dirty while jacking off with her listening, but I could always pretend I didn't know she was there if confronted. This was different. I was in her bed with her as I placed her hand on my hard cock. There's no more pretending. There's no turning back. This is real... one way, or another. This was happening.
She just looked at me with glazed over eyes. So, I moved between her legs where she guided me without hesitation into her dripping wet tunnel. It felt so good going home again to the place I was conceived and born as I slowly pushed my way into my mother's soaking wet pussy. She moaned as I pushed into her, and I could feel the walls of her pussy compress against my hard shaft. She was so surprisingly tight, and it felt so natural as though I belonged there.
I then took her ass cheeks with both hands and pushed as far into her as I could, and she gasped. Her eyes opened wide, and she looked into my eyes. Next, I lowered myself to her face and let my lips touch hers. It started slowly at first, and then got more passionate. Then her tongue pushed into my mouth where my tongue met hers, and our tongues began to dance. It was so passionate, I almost forgot my cock was in her wet pussy, but then I started to slowly move in and out as she sighed into my mouth.
I don't know how long this lasted. It seemed like an eternity, and she pulled away. Then in a deep guttural voice she said "FUCK ME, SON! FUCK YOUR MOMMA'S PUSSY! FUCK ME HARD!!".
I had never heard a foul word come from my mother's lips in all the years I've been alive. So, that totally took me by surprise, but completely turned me on at the same time.
I guess she needed our first (hopefully not only) time to be hard and fast because she had gone so long without. So, I did as she asked, and I fucked her as hard and fast as I could. Then she screamed "I'M COMING! KEEP FUCKING ME JUST LIKE THAT! CUM WITH ME, SON! CUM IN YOUR MOMMA'S CUNT!!" Once she said that, I couldn't hold out any longer. My first release of semen shot into her cunt harder than any orgasm I've ever had. That's when she tightened up, and I could feel her body shake and quiver beneath mine.
After we both climaxed, I rolled over on my side still holding her close as we kissed. Our tongues did the dance of love... one like I've never felt before. Once we cooled down a bit, I asked her "Are you OK?", and she responded "Better than I've been in years."
Then I took her in my arms and we just laid there, and "made out" as we used to say in those days. We kissed, and kissed with our tongues intertwined loving each other. I couldn't tell where my body ended and hers began. I felt her breasts pressed against my body. They were so soft and feminine. Her nipples were engorged, and I could feel the contrast between her soft breasts, and her hard nipples. Her hands rubbed all over my body as my hands rubbed all over hers. She was so soft in my arms. I couldn't believe I was there. Was this a dream like all my other wet dreams, or was this reality? If it was a dream, I didn't want to wake up.
The aroma of sex was heavy in the air. Her sex, My sex. Our sex. It was so erotic.
She held my cock until it came to life again. It didn't take long, and she guided me back into her hot wet pussy. This time there was no urgency. I slowly entered her as we looked into each other's eyes. I could see the love in her eyes. Love I never knew was there, and I think she felt the same. Before this, we were never close. Now, she was my everything. My whole world would revolve around her if she'd let me. I can't even begin to describe the love that was in that room, and shared between us. I just don't have the words. I'm not even sure there is a word that would adequately describe it.
Then I just slowly moved in and out of her wanton pussy. There wasn't any hurry as we maintained eye contact throughout the whole loving experience. After a while, I could feel her body begin to tighten up as her orgasm slowly built. I increased the speed of my thrusts to accommodate her orgasm. As I did, her orgasm continued to grow until it exploded on my cock... Her son's cock.
I slowed my tempo as she was now too sensitive for that tempo.
She whispered in my ear "I love you". I whispered back "I love you too". Then she told me to speed up so I could orgasm too, but I never sped up to the point of her orgasm. I continued at a slow pace so this could last forever. I never wanted it to end, but as with all good things it must come to an end. I began to feel that tightening in my balls that we all know, and I told my mother that I was about to cum. She told me "Fuck me hard so we can cum together." I did as she asked, and we both came at the same time. It was amazing. She was amazing.
We laid in her bed for hours fucking in different positions. The next thing I remember is the sound of my father bouncing off of both walls stumbling down the hall going to his bed where he passed out again. The funny part was he stumbled right by his wife on all fours with his son's cock buried deep in his wife's cunt. He was so drunk, he never even noticed. We merely paused for a minute as he stumbled by because we knew that even if he saw us, it wouldn't register in his drunken mind, and even if it did, he'd forget by morning. It was just a non-issue, at least for me.
Shortly after my father stumbled to bed, my mother and I fucked once more until we were too tired to fuck anymore. After we calmed down, I went back to my bed where I fell asleep with visions of my mother's tits and ass dancing in my head. To hell with sugarplums!
As I lay there, I knew that my life, her life, our lives had changed forever for the good, but I knew we needed to talk about our life together. I was just hoping she wouldn't do her usual, and pretend nothing happened. Well, I just knew I wasn't going to let her do that.We all got up to our same old boring routines the next morning. This was the morning after the first time my mother and I made love, and I don't mean just having sex. This was totally awesome. The feelings between us as we got so intimate with each other was beyond description. I got ready for school, and my mother got ready for work. My father was still passed out in his bedroom sleeping it off. He didn't go into work until later. His job had irregular hours.
I did make an attempt to connect with my mother. I went into her room, and all she said was "Good morning. We'll talk later." Her expression didn't give away her feelings. So, I just had to wait until she got home from work to find out where we stood. This would be the longest school day of my life. I couldn't concentrate on anything. All I could think of was my mother, and our wonderful evening.
Eventually, I decided to just go home. Going to class just seemed pointless. I'd just catch up on my assignments the next class. So, I drove home. It was about 20 minutes from school to home, but I stopped to get some gas. Once I made it home, I was surprised to discover I wasn't the only one with this problem. My mother came home too. So, I took my time going in the house. I wasn't sure whether to be nervous or excited.
Once I got in, I found Momma sitting on the couch still in her work clothes. She told her supervisor she wasn't feeling well and came home. Now my heart was in my throat. I was so nervous wondering what she was going to say. She still had that blank expression on her face. I think this is an expression you develop over time when you live in an alcoholic household. You learn to hold your feelings in so nobody knows how you feel. I know I learned it well.
I just went in, and sat down beside her. She said "Hey, we need to talk."
I told her "I know. Do you want to go first, or should I?"
She just took the bull by the horns, and told me "I really loved last night. I haven't felt anything like that in years... maybe ever, but I'm not sure where this is going." I replied "Me either, but I know I don't want it to stop. I love you so much first as my mother, and also as a woman."
She said "I love you too, but this is incest." I replied "I know, isn't it exciting?"
She said "Yes, but that's beside the point. It's wrong. It's a sin, and it's illegal."
I said "Yes, it's all those things, but it can just be our little secret. No one ever need know besides us."
She then said "What about your father?" To which I replied "What about him? He's always either at work or passed out in his chair. He'll never know."
She said "That's true, but I've never cheated on your father until last night." I told her "If you consider what we did last night cheating. Then you have cheated once, but please don't let that stop us. You deserve to be happy, and he hasn't been there for you in years." Then I told her "I'll make you a promise. If he ever stops drinking, and sobers up, we'll stop to see what happens." She then said "As long as you understand that this will have to end if/when he quits drinking." I told her "It's a deal." I knew I didn't really have anything to worry about. I knew he'd never stop drinking. My parents have argued over that one subject for as long as I can remember.
Then I told her "It seems like we both had the same idea. We're here all by ourselves for the next several hours. If I don't kiss you soon, I'm going to explode." She laughed, and took my face in her hands. She leaned in, and gave me a lover's kiss. It was slow, and passionate. As we kissed, it got more and more intense, and I opened my mouth. She responded, and our tongues were intwined in a dance of love. We sat on the couch kissing for quite some time. It was totally exhilarating. Obviously, she loved the intimacy of kissing, and I was happy to oblige her.
As we sat on the couch kissing, I slowly began to run my hands over her clothed body. I couldn't feel much. As I said she was in her work clothes which included bra, panties, girdle, pantyhose, blouse, skirt (just below the knees) and dress jacket. The kissing and feeling became more passionate by the minute, and we both started getting excited.
Eventually, she took my hand, and led me to her room. Then I started to undress her. I took off her suit jacket first. Next, I unbuttoned her blouse, untucked it from her skirt, and slid it off her shoulders. Then I unhooked her bra, and threw it on the floor. If I wasn't hard enough already, that did the trick. I was in awe as I looked at her lovely breasts.
She then lifted my shirt off, unbuckled my pants, and slid them off. Then I unzipped her skirt, and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, and all she had on were her panties, girdle, her pantyhose, and high heel shoes. Oh my, that was a wonderful site. She was always so sexy in her pantyhose. If I have a fetish, that's probably it. Then I told her to leave them on for a bit. So, she then slid off my boxers, and my prick sprang up at her. She asked me "Is all that for me? Did I do that to you?" I told her "Yes, absolutely. Your body is amazing like a work of art." Then I kicked off my shoes, and took off my socks. She kicked off her shoes, and we climbed into bed.
We continued kissing as I rubbed my cock over her pantyhose clad pussy. I loved the feel of the nylon on my prick, but I couldn't stand it anymore. So, I asked her to slowly remove her pantyhose. It's so sexy to watch a woman remove her pantyhose especially when that woman is your mother. Then she removed her girdle. With her pantyhose and girdle off, I slid off her panties. Now we were both fully undressed, and taking in each other's bodies. This was the first time we ever saw each other in the light under these circumstances other than the time I caught her naked. She blushed a bit. She was really sexy, and I told her so.
Then she took my prick in her hand, and slowly started to massage it. The feeling was exquisite. I kissed her again very passionately, and started massaging her right breast with my right hand. She felt so soft and feminine in my hands. Then I kissed down her jawline and neck until I reached her chest. Then I started kissing her chest as I moved down to her cleavage, and I kissed her between her beautiful breasts. Then I took her left nipple in my mouth, and I started to suck on it, nibble it, and flick my tongue over it. I could tell she really loved this as I heard her moan. All the while, she was still massaging my rock-hard cock.
Then I ran my hand down her silky skin to the top of her bush, and I played with it. Next, I slid my hand down to her inner thighs where I gently teased her getting closer and closer to my prize. I could feel the heat radiating from her as I teased her. So, I kissed my way down her tummy until I got to her dripping wet pussy. She told me to stop that oral sex was nasty, and we shouldn't do it. I told her that her scent was intoxicating, and I couldn't resist. I licked up the crevice, and tasted her nectar for the first time. I was hooked, and she shivered as I slid a finger in her wanton pussy. She yelped from surprise. I was to find out later that nobody had ever played with and eaten her pussy. So, this was totally new to her, and she loved it as did I. I continued eating her hot pussy until I felt her begin to stiffen up. I knew she was about to orgasm. So, I continued until she grabbed my head with her hands and her thighs. I couldn't move, as she had a massive orgasm.
She said she had never felt anything like that. So, I told her that oral sex must not be as nasty as she thought. After she caught her breath, she just giggled like a school girl.
Now, I was getting to a point where my cock craved to be in her hot, moist pussy. So, I moved around to line up for a landing. As I did, she moved my throbbing cock into her. I just stayed like that for a while just to feel her around my hard cock. Then I slowly began to move in and out of her. As we slowly fucked for a few minutes, I could see her orgasm begin to build as was mine. So, I began to pick up some speed, and slam into her as deeply as possible. I continued to build speed until I exploded into her cunt. This was what she needed to achieve her orgasm, and I felt her tighten up underneath me. Then she went silent. Her orgasm was so strong, she couldn't even make a sound for a few seconds, but, when she was able to speak, she said "OH MY, FUCK ME HARD. I'M CUMMING." That just intensified my orgasm. We both lost control until we just went limp on the bed.
We stayed in bed for the rest of the afternoon fucking with short breaks between orgasms. We only took one short break to eat some left-overs for dinner. Then we headed back to bed for some more hot sex since my father wasn't due home until 10:00 pm.
By the end of the night, I think we were both caught up on all the missed sex we never had before. We were completely worn out. We didn't have sex again for a few days. However, that never stopped us from having some long kissing sessions. Just her kisses were enough to curl my toes. She taught me the ins and outs of passion not just sex (no pun intended). She taught me how to make love to a woman, and caress her in a way that made her feel loved and cared for. I learned that these were the keys to making a woman happy. The tender moments are what makes them feel loved. Sure, sometimes a serious fucking is needed, but the tenderness and kisses are what keeps them coming back for more. Of course, that all depends on the woman, but that's what my mother liked.
As time went on, we continued to show affection when we could. By that, I mean fucking often as she permitted. As I said, I was in my late teens going to school, and she was in her late fifties. I would've been happy fucking all day every day, but my libido was much stronger than hers considering our ages. She enjoyed hugging and kissing just about any time. That woman's lips and tongue were magic. She could convey so much love through those lips and her tongue. All things were fairly regular from day to day for quite a while. The one thing that was missing is we could never sleep together. My father would eventually wake up sober, and we both had to be up, or in our own beds.
At this point she loved receiving oral from me, but she still considered giving oral to be nasty. However, one day I finally talked her into giving my cock a kiss. From there she took it in her mouth and started doing what came naturally to her like a fish to water. Keep in mind there was no internet back then. So, neither of us really knew what we were doing, but we did a pretty good job of figuring it out together. Once she had it in her mouth, she began to bob her head. It felt so good watching my mother bob her head back and forth on my cock while we were looking into each other's eyes.
I was to learn later that all she and my father had done was straight up missionary, and she had never had a hard orgasm until I ate her luscious pussy. From that point on, I always made sure she orgasmed before I ever worried about myself. A lesson that has paid many dividends in my life. However, we were learning this together, and, as we learned each other's bodies, the sex became more and more exciting and passionate.
She learned how much I enjoyed her in pantyhose. So, one night she called me into her bedroom, while my father was passed out as usual, wearing nothing but pantyhose. I think my jaw actually fell and hit the floor when I saw her.
I wasted no time stripping and climbing in bed with her while she giggled. She thought it was so funny how I reacted at the sight of her. I was immediately hard as a rock as I ran my hands up and down her legs feeling the nylon on her legs and ass against the palms of my hands. It was so erotic, Then I took her right foot and sucked on her toes and licked her insoles through the nylon. This made me so hard, I had to rub my hard cock on my mother's nylon covered feet. I never really did what you'd call a proper foot job. I just had to feel my mother's nylon covered feet on my hard cock. That made my cock even harder if that was even possible. She cooed as I serviced her feet while I was running my hands along her nylon covered calves and thighs. It made her so wet, I could see the moisture in the crotch of her pantyhose.
Once I was done servicing her feet, I kissed my way down to her inner thighs where I lightly rubbed and kissed her. Then I switched to her other inner thigh. By this time she was practically begging me to fuck her, but her pussy was still covered by her pantyhose and only her pantyhose. Her bush and her pussy were still visible through the nylon, but I needed access. So, I just ripped a hole in the crotch of her pantyhose giving me full access to her sopping pussy.
Her scent was so strong that I had to taste her. So, I took the flat of my tongue and licked her all the way from her vaginal orifice to her fully exposed clit which I took between my lips and sucked. She started bucking her hips and begged me to fuck her hard. So, I crawled up between her thighs, lined up my cock with her vaginal opening, and shoved my cock into her as deep and has hard as I could. She screamed OH MY GOD!!, and I began pumping my cock in and out of her as quick and as hard as I could. This sent her over the top, and her body just locked up. For the first time in her life she squirted. Not only did she squirt, but she squirted all over her son's hard cock. After she squirted, I think she may have lost consciousness for a few seconds. She just went limp with her eyes closed, and didn't respond to me or anything I did. It totally took me by surprise. I never knew a woman could cum with so much fluid. She completely covered my cock, her thighs, and the bed with her cum.
Once she seemed to regain her consciousness, I began to resume a very slow pace in and out of her drenched pussy. With each movement of my cock, she'd quiver and moan. So once she was obviously awake and ready, I began to quicken my pace, and she again begged me to fuck her hard. Who can resist their mother when she's begging you to fuck her hard? Certainly not me. So, I did as she asked until I felt my own orgasm begin. I felt rope after rope of my jism blast into my mother's cunt which sent her over the edge again, and we orgasmed together. It was pure bliss.
After this experience, my mother decided it would be better to stop wearing pantyhose to bed. Instead, she began to wear stockings with garter belts. This way, we wouldn't go broke buying new pantyhose. This was OK by me. I got the experience of her nylon cover feet and legs with full access and no destruction of property.
She never wore her stockings except when she was with me which really made me feel special. It was just something special my mother did for her son. How many sons can say their mother wore stockings and garter belts just for them. Probably very few. Certainly, much fewer than the number of sons that daydream about it.
One day when my father was working late until 10:00pm, my mother came home from work, and I noticed a seam along the back of her legs. My jaw nearly dropped to the floor because that's the first time I ever saw her with seamed stockings.
I ran to her, hugged her, and began kissing her passionately before she hardly got into the door of our house. Then we began practically ripping each other's clothes off. Once I had her gorgeous breasts on full display, I began to take her skirt off. Once her skirt fell to the floor, she yelled "SURPRISE!", and I noticed she had on no panties or girdle. I don't know if she went to work without them, or took them off in the bathroom before she came home. Either way she had this planned, and it was totally hot.
I swooped her up in my arms and carried her back to her bed while passionately kissing her. At this point all she had on was her garter belt, stockings and heels. I can't begin to tell you how sexy it is to see your mother dressed like this, laying in her bed, and her arms stretched out to you. Needless to say, I was standing there hard as a rock with my cock pointed directly at her.
She grabbed my cock, and kissed the tip. Then she kissed my cock all the way to the base and back to the tip. Next, she took my cock in her mouth and sucked as she swirled her tongue around the tip. We may not have had porn to learn from, we picked up the basics pretty quickly on our own.
She knew those seamed stockings were going to drive me crazy, and she was right. I began rubbing my hands along her silk covered legs as she sucked my dick. Then her luscious mouth released me so I could remove her heals. Then, I rubbed my hard cock over those silk covered feet while I rubbed my hands over her silk covered calves and thighs until I felt the tops of her stockings and felt the bare flesh of her thighs. I could feel the heat radiating from her sex as I kissed her thighs.
The next thing I know, I'm between her stretched out legs with my prick pointed directly at her vaginal entrance. She guided me in slowly. I think we both wanted this to be slow and passionate. We just wanted to make love not fuck. So, I slowly pushed in until I was all the way in my mother's cunt, and I just stayed there while I enjoyed the heat and moisture surrounding my cock, and she enjoyed the feeling of being filled with her son's dick.
Next, I began to slowly pump in and out of my mother feeling the heat and passion build. As I began to increase the tempo, my mother and I began to kiss. Our tongues were dueling as I fucked her mouth with my tongue while fucking her cunt with my cock. Her lips were moist and pressed against mine. Her tongue tasted like honey as my tongue wrapped around hers playing that duet of passion and love. Then I broke the kiss and looked deep into my mother's eyes as I moved in and out of her. The love and closeness of a mother and son making love to each other while looking deeply into each other's eyes begins to give you the understanding of the phrase "the eyes are the windows to the soul". I could see my mother's soul through her eyes as I'm sure she could see mine. We just stayed at that slow pace making love to one another until we each began to feel an overwhelming love as we each peaked with the eruption of our passion. I'd never experienced anything like it before. I collapsed on my mother as we each tried to regain our breath, we whispered into each other's ears "I love you. I love you."
Then, one day my father came home, and told my mother he had one week's training meeting down on the coast. I couldn't believe it. He'd never taken a business trip before. My mother and I were so excited. For the first time we'd get to sleep together, and make love as the mood strikes us. I think I stayed hard from the time my mother told me he'd be gone until he actually left.When the Saturday my father was to leave on his business trip finally came, I was so excited. I helped my father load the car with his luggage like a good son should. (Actually, I was just trying to get him out of the house as quickly as possible.) We said our good byes, and he backed out of the drive as my mother and I stood in the driveway waving bye. However, we were really just watching to make sure he left. Once he was out of site, we went back into the house, and we were ripping off each other's clothes as soon as the door was shut, and locked. Once all our clothes were off, I lifted her up by her butt cheeks, and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I slid my hard cock into her sopping wet pussy. I carried her into the den with my cock buried deep in her, and I laid her on the couch without ever pulling my hard prick from within her. Once we were on the couch, I began to slam into her as hard and fast as I could. She was yelling "FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!" So, I obliged. I was pumping in and out of her until I could finally feel her orgasm coming on. Her pussy tightened up around my hard cock. All the while, we were kissing passionately. I could feel her pussy walls massaging the cum from my balls, but I wasn't ready to give in to my urges quite yet. I continued to fuck her hard. It seemed like her orgasm never stopped. She was coming continuously, screaming "I'M COMING. FUCK ME HARD! I'M COMING". I couldn't hold it anymore. I released my load inside her, and then I just collapsed on her as I tried to catch my breath. That was the start of the best week of my life.
We made love once more that afternoon, but I didn't want to wear us out before that evening. It was my plan to enjoy spending the night with my beautiful mother. I wanted to fall asleep with her in my arms holding her tight. I wanted to feel her body next to mine as we slept that night. Just the thought of holding her in my arms with no restrictions or worries of getting caught made my dick as hard as a rock.
That evening we went out to dinner... nothing fancy or romantic. Obviously, we couldn't take a chance on running across someone we knew. So, it was just some fast food, and back to the house.
When we got home, we got comfortable. Her in her night gown, and me in my gym shorts. I wish she could've worn some sexy lingerie, but we couldn't buy any without my father wondering why she needed it. So, it was just her typical night gown she always wore, but that's OK. I thought she was sexy anyway. Sometimes showing less is more. The anticipation of what is to come can be very erotic. Besides, there wasn't a Victoria's Secret back then, and I don't think you could get that kind of lingerie at Sears.
As we were now comfortable, we sat down on the couch and watched some TV. We actually did more snuggling and kissing than watching, but that's OK. We were on the couch regardless. After a few hours of "watching TV", we decided to go to bed. Actually, there was no decision. We had gotten ourselves so worked up that I just took her to bed in my arms.
Once we were in her bedroom, I lifted her night gown, and threw it on the floor. I was pleasantly surprised because she wasn't wearing panties. That was extremely unusual for her. She usually wore those white granny panties, typically not considered sexy, but they were sexy on her. At least, I thought so. Next, she slid off my shorts and boxers. When she slid my boxers to the floor, my cock sprang up, and hit her in the face. We both laughed for a moment at that. Then we resumed the task at hand.
I took her in my arms and looked deeply in her eyes for a moment. I could see the love and lust looking back at me as I slowly leaned in and kissed her. It began slowly as the passion began to build, so did our kiss. Her lips opened, and I slid my tongue in her mouth which she gladly accepted. Then I felt her tongue begin to slowly dance with mine. The dance was slow, but the rhythm began to build. So did the intensity of our kiss. We were feeling each other's bodies as we kissed, and my cock got hard as a rock.
I began to kiss and nibble my way down her jawline to her cleavage. Then I began to message, lick and kiss her nipples. She began to writhe underneath me as she got more and more excited. So, I kissed my way down her stomach until I got to her clit. I kissed it lightly. Then I took it in my lips, and began to suck on it. This drove her crazy. She loved it when I sucked on her clit.
I could feel the orgasm begin to build in her. So, I sucked harder, and inserted two fingers in her dripping cunt. Once I found what I was later to learn was her g spot, she could hold back no longer, and her orgasm exploded. She came hard all over my tongue and face. As her orgasm began to subside, I let her slowly come down from her orgasmic high. Then I turned her over, and slowly inserted myself into her spasming cunt. She immediately began to orgasm again as I slowly pumped in and out of her well lubricated pussy.
I slowly fucked her from behind until she began to beg me to fuck her harder. We began to increase our rhythm until I was pounding her ass from behind as hard as I could. We kept up this hard fucking to the point we could both feel our orgasms begin to build. Then I exploded in her pussy. Once she felt my first spasm, she had an explosive shuddering orgasm sweeping her body. I continued fucking her until we'd both come to full release, and I collapsed on her back. We laid like that until my cock became flaccid, and I fell out of her well fucked pussy.
That night, I held her from behind, our bodies perfectly spooned, and she wriggled her ass against my groin. As she felt my cock harden, she inserted it back into her pussy. I slowly fucked her from behind as I played with those magnificent titties until we were both completely drained. It was such an awesome feeling spooning with my mother as we slept. I think we both felt safer, and more comfortable than we ever had before.
We ate, and we slept. But much of the following week, we stayed in bed fucking, as any truly loving mother and son should as time permitted.
Just the softness and warmth from her body kept me so hard it began to hurt. How could one woman that most would consider average looking even for a woman of her age keep one man so hard? There's only one way. They have to be mother and son. No love is stronger. My body was built to perfectly fit hers. Every orifice was a perfect match. Never before or since have I felt a pussy or mouth as perfect as hers.
We continued making love regularly for many more years until my mother was 65. Then my father did something that ruined my life for a while... He got sober. So, after some long conversations with my mother, I kept my word. We ended it. Sure, we got weak every once -in-a-while when my father wasn't around, but, for the most part, it was ended until several months after my father's death. He was 10 years older than my mother. He passed when she was 69. Of course, by this time I was married. So, we weren't able to get together very often, but my wife hated my mother. So, anytime I needed to go by her house to help her out, we'd have a little fun.
When my mother reached 78, she was no longer able to take care of herself. She was losing her vision and hearing. So, we had to place her in an assisted living facility.
We did manage to get together on occasion when no one else was around and she was up to it, but she went down quickly after that until we had to put her in a full blown nursing home. Several years later she passed with me and my sister by her bedside.
I still think of that day I caught her in her room naked, and I get hard, but through it all she was still my mom.. No matter what you may think, we comforted each other through hard times. It's not easy living with an alcoholic no matter what your relationship even if he is passed out most of the time.
The End