Title: Paying For My Love Keywords: mF, cheat, mat, inc, mom, son, china, canada Author: Caesar Summary: Luc is faced with his mothers sense of duty and love. He played smooch and stinkfinger with Daisy Till this virgin was gotch-eyed and hazy. Then his gargantuan pole in Her pink, tight, and swollen Young cunt just about drove her crazy. Paying For My Love by Caesar, copyright 2004 $Revision: 1.5 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $ The door to mom's condo flew open, after the fourth knock, and mom was standing before me with a small private smile and looked almost anxious. "Oh Luc honey... your early?" My short voluptuous Asian mother was wearing a knee-length black skirt, white silk blouse, white hose and black heels - and she looked rather elegant and attractive for her fifty-six years. Her note had asked me to come by at seven in the evening, an awkward time as I liked to be home to tuck my kids into bed. Which she knew, as she has baby sat for her grandkids enough times. "Sorry mom - was running early." I was not sure why she had asked me to appear at her condo at a certain time for a 'talk' - she had never asked me to do such a thing before. Mother's smile widened and she stood aside as her arm waved for me to enter into her home, "Thats fine Luc... please come in." She closed the door firmly behind me, locking it. "Lets go into the living room honey." "Sure mom." I led the way into the brightly decorated room; white furniture, walls and overflowing with green plants. Mother had always kept a sterile home - and had always loved greenery. I looked around, almost as if I had not seen the place before - but it was exactly as I had seen it two days before. I often picked mom up from her home to bring her to mine - so as she can spend time with my kids, her grandkids, and share in our nightly supper. We did this as often as four times a week with her. I moved toward the couch and mom gently stopped me by grabbing my upper arm, "No Luc honey, sit there tonight." She nodded toward the large comfortable chair perpendicular to the couch. The knot in my stomach tightened but as before I even arrived, I could not phantom what was going on. As soon as I sat down, the pleasure of the wide soft chair caused an unconscious pleasure-filled groan to escape me, mom dropped a wide white pillow at my feet. I watched as she daintily lifted the front edge of her black skirt before dropping to her knees before me, so as not to wrinkle her skirt. She had always been careful about her appearance. Mom pressed my knees apart and then leaned against the inside of one of my legs as her dark brown eyes looked up anxiously. It was a strange position and caused me to feel immediately uncomfortable. Both of mothers small hands were upon the top of my thighs. "Thank you for coming to see me honey. I am sorry to be so mysterious about my request." "Thats OK mother." It was anything but - yet I am polite if nothing else. I realized with a clench of my heart that I could see down the top of mother's white silk blouse from this angle, since the buttons were undone to a point much lower than normal, to the fleshy valley that her yellow skin made. Mother had rather large bosoms for her size, which caused others to mistake her for being overweight. Seated as I was, I could not help but notice that they were also rather attractive - especially compared to the small nubs that my wife had. If mother saw my starring eyes, she did not seem to care. "I wanted to tell you a story Luc." "Is this why you asked me here?" I wished I could move, perhaps to the large couch as she could not kneel before me there - the marble coffee table was in the way. She nodded negatively, "No honey. But you will understand why I asked you here after you hear my story." I nodded for her to continue as if I could change the path she had laid out for us this evening - forcing my eyes to stay upon her face rather than slip lower, back to her cleavage. "When I was a little girl..." "In China?" She nodded, but ignored my obvious question. Mother had been born in China and had emigrated to Canada years ago. That was a well known tale in our family. "... mother had me bring father his lunch out in the fields." Her family being farmers - this made sense. "Not long after I started to develop into a woman...", she nodded down at her chest and I could not help but steal another glance at her cleavage, "... father asked me if I loved him. Of course I told him I did - he was the head of our family, and more than that, he was a good father to me and my brothers. He told me that until my marriage took me away from him, that I would be cared for but I must always remember who was in charge. He told me that I must do things in our family, to help out and asked me if I understood - and I answered that I did. He explained to me that I was a woman - that I was worth less than a man but that he loved me nevertheless." I wanted to speak up that that was ridicules thinking, how my grandparents had acted and spoke. It is not a new topic in our home - having been a common discussion about since I was a child. My father had tried to educate my brothers, my sister and I - that in Canada, we are all equal and worth as much as we are able to contribute to our families and our country. Mother, though, had always stayed silent during these conversations and it was a well-known secret in our family that mother thought much along the lines of our grandparents rather than the liberal thinking of our educated father. Mother continued, "Each day that I brought my father his lunch, he would sit and tell me tales about different roles of women in China. Some were very frightening and gave me nightmares. Yet it was apparent that it was the obedient, married, woman that was the happiest." She took a deep breath, as if building her courage before continuing. "Then one day, as he told me yet another tale, he pulled out his penis and I, of course, thought he must want to urinate. Instead, father gently grasped my tiny head and bent it to him and as he told me his tale, I sucked." A surprised gasp escaped me and I felt the urge to jump up and run - to escape this tale about my own grandfather abusing my teenage mother. I didn't though and held my gaze upon my parents, she looking at me as if judging my reactions. I sat still though my heart pounded in my chest. Why was mother telling me these things? Why had I not learnt of my grandfathers abuse of her prior to now? "Though a farmer, with calloused thick hands, he was very gentle with me... patient. Each lunch as he spoke to me, I would suck him. It always took a long time and when he finished, he would kiss my cheek and tell me that I was a good girl and that he loved me. I was extremely happy in that part of my life." I could feel my face flush - and my lower back ached as if it wanted to move but could not. Perhaps I should lean down and take my mother in my arms - comforting her, telling her that it was wrong and that I still loved her. I did not move. "It was much later when your uncle, my older brother, told me that he had seen me bring our father his lunch and what I had done. He was not as gentle as father and it hurt when he used my mouth as father had done - but I knew my brother loved me. I knew he did not have the experience in life as our father did, so did not know how to be gentle with me. I knew then that he should not be doing these things with me, but he always tried to be important in our family as father was. I was ordered to his bedroll almost every night - and loved him as I did our father." My stomach clenched and I thought I would vomit my supper - what I was hearing was a completely new perspective to my mother's family. My uncle who still lived in China was a gristle old man now - but he had outlived two wives and had two sons, not even counting the daughters - some of which, it was rumoured, that he had killed at birth just for being the wrong sex. Mother did not give me any time to contemplate her words as she continue. "It was he that gave me to our cousin - and I loved him as I did my brother and father. He was much gentler than your uncle, and both boys never lasted nearly as long as father did - so it was never a chore." Finally I whispered, almost in shock, "They molested you!" Mother nodded her head negatively, "No - what I did for them was out of love. They were kind and I was well cared for through all the years I lived in China. When your grandfather sent me to Singapore to marry your father", it being an arranged married I knew, "it was a sad parting for all of us. Me most of all - I loved my parents and my brothers and feared for the unknown of my new marriage and family." I felt almost relieved that the abuse part of mom's tale had to be over - she was shipped off to marry my dad, it having been arranged before she was even a teenager. They married, lived for a couple of years until father took a new job in Canada - where I was born. That far alway world, rural China, was part of my past but I had no conception of what life was really like. Thank goodness. "Your father and I were strangers when we first met - yet we learnt to love each other even before our children were born. He taught me many things about life, love and family and I miss him so very much." Mom looked near tears - my father having been dead nearly two years now. She took a deep breath to calm her resolve and continued, "I soon learnt that my husband thought differently than my father about so many things - but both thought of love in the same way." My stomach again constricted with fear at what I was about to hear. "Though we made love often in the first years of our marriage - your father being ten years older than I, slowed down to where he only wanted me to show my love using my mouth. I did this as often as your father was able and he was always as gentle and loving as my own father had been." The strangest thought occurred to me - how mother's sexual needs were being met if she was using only her mouth? The answer, though, came to me. She was the woman, her pleasures came second to her 'traditional' mind - if at all - and she probably had ways to satisfy herself after father was asleep. I did not need to hear any more about mothers sexuality - so I dared not ask these questions. The silence became thick and I thought it was my chance to break this difficult moment, "Mom, I think...!" Mother stunned me to silence as she reached out with one of her small soft hands and grasped my member above my clothing. She looked softly into my eyes, "I heard my daughter in law complain about me to you last week Luc." I could not decide if I should stare at her grasping hand or her gentle gaze. "And I realized how much effort it was for you to care for your old mother - paying for my home and all my bills, including me in your family... giving me a life that my parents would not even conceive. I realized then that I had to do more for you - I had to pay for my love." Her hand squeezed my crotch and I could not help but pull deeper into the soft chair - escape, though, was impossible. "My father taught me what I am, how to keep the man in my life happy. I loved my father, my brother and cousin... and I certainly loved your father Luc." Her other hand was sliding up my covered thigh, toward my crotch. "As I love you honey." The hand grasping me moved so that the two sets of fingers fumbled with the zipper of my slacks. It hit my like a freight train - what mother was about to do, what she thought of as her duty. This old dated Chinese idea that a woman had less value than a good pig - that she had to prove her worth, to work to keep the head of her family happy. "Mother... please...!" Her eyes had moved down even as I felt the cool air of the living room reach into my opened slacks and tickle the soft flesh within. As her small warm hand drew out my limp member so that it drooped comically from my slacks, mother looked back up into my eyes. "I love you Luc and I want to do this for you?" A wide knowing smile accompanied this statement. I studied mothers round soft face - having few lines from her added weight. She was a tiny woman but well rounded, soft in all areas. Mother had never been a sexual icon to me - had never entered my thoughts in any immoral manner, and that included the heady days of my early adolescence when anything female was targeted for my mental pleasure. I had agreed to care for her, after father died, because I loved her. The containing argument that mother had heard between my wife and I was something she need not worry herself about - as caring for her was my duty and I would never give in to my wife's disgust at the cost of such care taking. With a chill, I realized that some of my grandparents morals were within me as well - the duty to ones family had always been very important to me. Mother was kneeling there between my spread knees, looking up at me as my penis was hanging limp from my trousers. I realized with a start, that she was waiting for me to tell her that I understood her story - that I wanted her to suck me as a way to 'paying' for her love. I didn't understand the reasoning behind the story though and I did not need her to pay for anything. It was my duty to care for her and it was something I did out of love. As the seconds went slowly past, I saw worry enter into her eyes and then dread. She must be thinking about her honour if I denied her this act of love on her part - how can she face me after telling me her sordid tale as well as kneeling as she did now, waiting for the nod to suck me. How had I ended up here like this - how did things become so complicated and twisted that mother considered this act as a form of love? Tears began to well within her wide dark eyes and I felt disgust at my own inaction as well as the position that she had put us in. I did love my mother you know! Would it harm anyone to allow this thing to happen? What guy did not like oral sex! Mother felt some intricate sense of obligation at doing this thing - and I knew it would not be such a chore to allow it to happen. Hell, I may even enjoy it! How could we face each other afterwards, though? What would be in my thoughts as I watched my mother play with my kids - eat at the same table with my family? Would she cease to be my maternal parent and degrade into some form of immoral sexual outlet? The tears were slowly rolling down her round soft cheeks and dripping of her jawline to land upon her wide attractive cleavage. I watched the tiny river disappear between the pale yellow flesh of her breasts. My marriage had been formed from love - furious passionate love that quickly lowered to barely polite friendship. My wife and I barely make love any longer - doing it infrequently only out of physical need rather than desire. And the fights, often about mother, money or both - were as frequent as the sun going down behind the horizon. Was mother's idea of love so outrageous after all? My hand rose and I heard mother suck in her breath as I gently caressed her soft round cheek. Her eyes held hope as they attempted to read my own. My thumb touched her full red lips and mother opened her mouth so that I could roll the pad of my digit along the voluptuous contours of her oral cavity. She was presenting to me that what she had to offer - the method of her paying for her love. I loved my mother and I wanted her to be happy. My hand slide gently up to the back of my parents head as I pulled her down toward my lap. There was no resistance or hesitation as a wet warm mouth engulfed my small soft member. Mother held it fully within full lips and gently teased it with her tongue, suckling it slowly. There was a patience within her method - love mixed with experience I realized with a chill. As my penis grew, spreading my mothers lips and moving aggressively up toward the back of her throat, I felt pleasure. Mother did not move her head until I was harder than I have been in years, like a pulsating rock that reminded me of my teenage lusts more than any single moment of my marriage. When it had to have been right down her throat and spreading her jaw to a painful point - did mother begin to slowly move herself upon my saddle. I watched as mother moved her face side to side, in a twisting sort of movement as she also lifted it up and down - again and again. My numbness from her tale, her offer, was overshadowed by the awe of incestuous and forbidden lust. Her aged round cute face was sucking my manhood with nothing less than perfection - born out of years of practise on men that she loved. My wife would have taken my penis in her mouth to get me hard - before mounting me of course. There was never this perfection of patient love - of sucking for the sake of the man's singular pleasure. It was always give and take - often parleying for the the majority of the latter. Up and down - side to side. Mother's eyes were closed and I felt, rather than with any other sense, that mother was enjoying this immensely as well. Was she looking back to her teenage years remembering when her father taught her to do this with him? Or was she remembering my father, how she would give him pleasure even up to the days before his death? Yes, I knew that they were sexually active. Nothing specific - as my brothers or sister was never privy to the goings on in my parents marriage bed. I had learnt to read the wide happy smile that mother wore as father called her into their bedroom though - knowing that some physical act of love was going on behind their closed door. My sister was more inquisitive than my brothers and I - always interested in any news about the privacy of our parents and was the source of the household gossip, particularly about our parents closed door time. For me - I thought of their obvious love as special and gave me nothing but proud pleasure in the knowledge that they were happy. Never had I considered that it would be I behind that closed door - that father had used mother's mouth, rather than the sum of her person, for his pleasure. Much as she was doing for me now. Mother was doing this for me now, with me, because I had made a choice to care for her. More than that, because I was the new male head of our family. It was my duty to care for her and hers to give pleasure as a form of payment. That, of course, did not exclude her from watching my kids when I asked, or helping clean supper dishes... or any other task I may require of her. I was starting to understand the grandfather that I had never before met. Continual slow patience movements, her technique perfect. I held the bangs of her jet black straight hair from her face, so that I may see her at her best. This was a woman that had learnt to suck a man as a way to show affection, love - she was doing no less for me. It was a sight to remember for all time and a lesson learnt on my part. The tension was growing in my groin and I knew that mother could feel it as well - knew what was approaching. The speed of her movements accelerated so that it matched the rapid beat of my heart and I knew it was mere seconds until mother had paid for her love the way her father had taught her. My throat began to growl as I concentrated on holding back the inevitable, my body tensing. Mother wrapped her short arms about my waist, as if to hold herself in place in case I bucked her off. She swallowed my manhood until it was fully seated within her, the blunt end hitting the back of her throat. It felt as if a wave of energy rolled through me, down from my head to my genitals, just before my orgasm. A gasp escaped from my tightly clasped lips just as the explosion began. Mother moaned about my penis as it began to shoot, again and again, against the back of her throat. I tried to pump my hips up and down, but mothers arms held her face against my groin - her nose into my lower abdomen. I could hear mother swallow, again and again, loudly. My breathing seemed a labour in itself and my body felt as if I had run a marathon. Mother gently lifted her face from my lap and smiled lovingly up at me - her hands moving gently as they tucked my saliva covered penis back into my slacks. I took the moment to study her round mature face - how her full red lips were covered in saliva, her eyes a little glazed, her nostrils flaring as she breathed anxiously and her forehead dotted with perspiration. "I love you Luc. Thank you for being such a wonderful son!" Her lips widened in happiness. I should be feeling guilty - cheating on my wife, doing an immoral and illegal act with my mother. Yet my heart had no room for guilt with the overflowing love I held for my parent. I would care for her for as long as she lived - I promised myself. It had nothing to do with the act she had just completed - or my obvious pleasurable reaction - but the show of love on her part and the obvious duty-filled response. When my pants were again zipped up and mother had sat back on her black heels I saw that her nipples were hard and thrusting against her white silk blouse as her chest heaved almost as fast as my own. Could mother have enjoyed her work - nearly as much as I obviously did? I started to sit forward, my hand rising to grasp her full round covered breast, it having drawn my eyes and now my hand as if it was a magnet, when she spoke soberly, "You should go now honey." I stopped in mid-air between us - almost comically. Mother reached behind herself and pulled off her high heels, ignoring me. I watched her rub her nylon covered small feet for a few seconds before rising to my own with a pregnant grown. She carefully rose to her feet as well, almost swaying upon her quivering knees. Mother followed as I made my way to the door, stopping and turning before opening it. Mom came up against me and wrapped her arms about my neck to hug me firmly. "Oh Luc - thank you so much for meeting me today." Both of my hands had grasped her about the waist by reflex - but one hand slipped down to fondle her full round buttock above her skirt. Mother groaned suddenly and pressed her groin into my thigh, being much shorter than I, a long sigh escaping from her tightly pursed lips. "Luc... you are the head of our family now... but it would be wrong honey! You must understand...?" Mother was pumping her covered groin into my thigh repeatedly as if her movement could not be controlled. My hand yanked from its groping position over her round flank and returned to her hip - mother pushed herself arms length away from me, her whole body trembling uncontrollably while her eyes pleaded silently. "Mother... you need...?" Her need, the desire within her, was so apparent that it practically glowed from her skin. She interrupted before I opened my mouth to embarrass the both of us, "I need to be alone Luc." I nodded understanding - my face burning in embarrassment. Her hands let go of me and I turned and opened the door - loving her enough to leave her alone. "Honey?" I stopped, without turning around, facing the darkened street. "I would like to...", she cleared her throat as it sounded raw and scratchy, "... do this... when you want me... like today Luc.... to use my mouth... anytime... and I love you my son." I stepped out of the door and turned my head to see her standing there trembling like a leaf. The scent of her body, of her obvious desire, still filling my mind - the sight of her barely-contained lust all filling my senses with a strange form of dominance. Mother was mine to enjoy, as I was the man of the family now. "I'll be by a little earlier than normal to pick you up for supper tomorrow, OK mom?" She nodded anxiously, her dark eyes wide and expectant - filled with tears of joy. The message in my short comment obvious in its intent. I turned back toward the street and my parked car, not looking back though knowing mother would wait until I drove out of sight before closing the door and attending to her own desire. --