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.

--