Title: Slow And Sure Keywords: mF, rom, mat, mdom, inc, mom, son Author: Caesar Summary: Jason explains his relationship with his mother. A young polo-player of Berkeley Made love to his sweetheart beserkly. In the midst of each chukker He would break off and fuck her Horizontally, laterally and verkeley. Slow And Sure by Caesar, copyright 2007 $Revision: 1.3 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $ Mother's head lay upon my shoulder, her breathing regular with sleep, my arm over her shoulder. I took a moment to inhale the clean feminine scent of her head and neck - enjoying the familiar comforting smell as always. With my free hand I unhooked the top button of her loose blouse so that her generous cleavage was exposed to the tops of her bra. I just smiled at the sight and enjoyed the tightness in my jeans. Mother awoke some time later and lifted her head, whipping off the small trail of saliva on her cheek with the back of her hand while smiling at me pleasantly. She always professed loving to be held by me, to sleep within my arms was comforting and she never felt more loved. It has always been this way between us - intimate and loving, with generous touches and private smiles and looks. No we were not lovers, just your regular mother and son - at least, that is what mother would have described us as to any that dared ask. We were just coming into our station and mother stretched so that her blouse stretched against her bosom - my eyes openly admiring her curves. She chose to ignore my look and noticed that her top button was undone and redid it. "It will be good to be home." "It will." I didn't live with mom but just a couple blocks away. We had gone to her mother's, my grandmother, for her sixty-fifth birthday - a weekend of living on the floor and being cuddled by heavy-set matronly women. It was different when mom held me against her bosom, I rather enjoyed it then. I stood to retrieve our carry-on bags as the train loudly came to a halt next to the platform. Mother stood and almost fell back into the seat before catching herself on me. "Thanks Jason. No rush is there?" I liked her hands holding me about the waist. "No rush at all mom." The taxi ride went quickly but I casually let my hand grasp and stroke one of mother's bare knees, as she looked pleasantly out the window thinking nothing of her sons touch. Letting the taxi go, since mother asked me to stay so she could make us supper. She was always offering to make me food, clean my clothing and even to come over and clean my apartment - normally I take her up on it. She was humming something as she moved about the kitchen on her bare feet and I sat on the table behind her, starring at her almost hypnotically. The generous curves of her waist and hips, the smooth lines of her strong calves and ankles down to her small feet with pretty little toes. She didn't wear any nail polish after I asked her to stop, almost two years before. Mom was half way between forty and fifty and though she presented a vitality of a younger person she certainly looked her age. And want to know something, I loved her as strongly as I always had. In fact how I felt about mother was not something most people would understand. "I love you mom." She turned her face to look at me over her shoulder, eyes bright and pleased, a smile threatening to crack it was so wide, "I love you too Jason." Mother had such a cute face. She turned back to her work, letting me watch her. Enjoying my eyes on her. Can you remember the first time you climaxed? I don't mean jerk off - because guys will start getting erections long before they know what to do with them, but pump that dick until you make your first mess? What was it that you thought about? A little surprising to some, but I thought about mom. Yes, still married back then but just as short and cute as ever. My early teen years were confusing, I knew my desire for her was wrong but it wasn't something I could easily control. I went out of my way to peek at her dressing, coming out of the shower or just up her skirt at the dinner table. She knew of course and scolded me on numerous occasions but never once stopped me. Hell, she often smiled sweetly and turned away with a red face - leaving me to think, years later, that she truly enjoyed the attention of her only child. It was only in recent years that I realized that my attention may have been the only admiring glances she was receiving back then - entering middle-age, husband ignoring her and feeling lonely and old. When I went out on my first date, mother stayed up sternly until I returned home and would not speak to me for days after. She continued to act jealous of my girlfriends until I learnt not to bring them around, not to disclose that part of my life with her. Back then dad liked to fuck mom after getting home from the pool hall every Friday night - loud and rough. Mom was left sobbing on more than one occasion and acting like she could barely stand the sight of him when sober. I was the shoulder she sought, I was the ear she told her sad tales too. Still she sobbed and became depressed when dad left her, cheating on her with a girl almost half her age. Mom and I on her bed as she sobbed out her story - about being a virgin on her wedding night, how she felt so lonely and so humiliated. Only in me, she confided, did she feel love and, with a little coaxing, desirable. Something changed that night, something intimate. Sure we were physically close up to then, hugging and kissing on the lips, holding hands, talking honestly and openly. But that night changed our relationship - and the only way I can describe it is, I became the man, the only man, in her life. She pampered me, allowed me the decisions in all matters - big or small. I asked her to stop using nail-polish, telling her I thought it made her look cheap, she threw out all the bottles and never used it again. She now wears skirts or dresses because I once told her half-heartily that I thought women looked sexier in a skirt than pants. Only months after did I realize that I hadn't seen her in anything but a skirt since that comment. Each weekend since I moved out I came over to her townhouse, spoilt and enjoying it. I sat in dad's old easy chair watching television as mom cleaned the house, brought me a beer or sat beside me and knitted. When we went out anyone seeing us would have been shocked to know we were mother and son - constantly touching, looking into each others eyes, her deferring to anything I wanted. I liked to order the food for both of us at restaurants - holding her hand across the table, her smile wide and happy. The first time I spanked mother she deserved it. A girl I was seeing called at mother's place when I was over and mother went into a crying fit, throwing shit around and yelling. You would think she thought it was dad's cheating on her all over - leaving her alone, feeling humiliated and lonely. I roughly dragged her, kicking and screaming, over my lap, pulled up her skirt and spanked her panty covered bottom until my hand was numb and she was sobbing hysterically. I carried her into her room and lay spooned behind her as she cried herself to sleep. The next morning was like it hadn't happened - if anything she acted she loved me the more for caring enough to spank her. It wasn't the last time I spanked her and she submitted to her punishment without a fight after that. Supper was finished and mother set the plate of steaming food before me, then sat perpendicular with her own plate. "What are you thinking about honey?" She rarely asked me this, usually respecting my silence. "I'm horny mom." She smiled sweetly and starred down at her plate. She knew her part all too well it seems. "Come here mom." Our food was not even started but mother never spoke a word to deny me. She just lowered her fork, stood up and strode on her bare foot to stand before me. "Open your blouse mom." She was breathing heavily, her eyes already blazing, she too needed this. Her hands rose, trembling ever so slightly as each button was released and the silk parted. Mom was looking at my face, her bra covered bosom heaving with deep quick breaths. "Drop the blouse and the bra mom - I want to see your big tits." She shivered once before doing as I asked, setting the garments carefully over the back of her chair. Those heavy low-hung white breasts dropped almost to her navel - the nipples half-ways pointing to the floor, were dark brown and already wrinkled in hardness. There were goose bumps on the pale flesh of her breast and I could not help but smile with pleasure for our intimacy. "God your sexy mom!" I meant it - I had always desired her. She had to swallow loudly before, "I want you Jason." Of course she did, she never denied me any sexual act since that night she had told me her most private of thoughts. Thoughts no self respecting mother and wife would ever admit - adultery, desires so wrong that they shocked her - in other words, incest. She hadn't resisted me that night, neither did either of us sleep as we coupled continually - mother amazed and delighted in witnessing the honest strength of my desire, my love, for her. That had been years ago and the fire that burned for my mother in my heart, my soul and yes, even between my legs had not diminished. I was her only love since that night, her man. A secret, yes, but since she had few friends and the only relative she spoke with was her mother, five hours by train - a secret easily kept. We lived separately but only for the sake of propriety. My hand rose and felt her right breast - heavy, warm and soft as I had expected. Mother pressed her chest into my hand and sighed at the touch. It was amazing to me, that just a touch, the right word, could turn my mother passionate - her sex filling with juices and her body trembling with desire. I was her first, she had confided, the first to bring her to climax - the first in the whole of her life. As that early teenager I must have known we were meant to be together, looking at my maternal parent with desire even before I realized what it was. She on the other hand, confided in me that she found my looks uncomfortable but exciting - no one had ever looked at her the way I did. I squeezed both heavy breasts together and leaned forwards to bring my mouth to one. I sucked it roughly deep into the back of my throat as mother gasped then groaned, her hands holding the back of my head, my face smothered in her soft tit-flesh. My hands went around to grasp the smooth soft flesh of the small of her back, holding her possessively. Not long did they linger there, moving down to grope her full large fleshy ass, covered in the woollen skirt. There was no pants in her wardrobe since I asked her to throw them out - enjoying the sight of her attractive legs. She dressed as I requested, after the skirts, none allowed to reach past the mid point of her calves, I switched her to thigh-high stockings - the panty hose no longer allowed in her home. Yes I played her like a doll - dressing her how I saw fit, she purchasing what I told her with a wide pleased smile. She realized I wanted to see her in these things out of desire - wanting to feel sexy for her man. We lost numerous Saturday afternoons with me directing and viewing her in various combinations of lingerie - each ending with some great orgasmic coupling. This was the result of our relationship, her feeling like a women for the first time in her life - desired and loved. How many times had she told me there wasn't anything she would not do for me? My hands quickly unbuttoned and then lowered the zipper on the back of mother's skirt, shoving it down with a desperation that was originating deep between my legs. As expected the warm cotton panty was no barrier at all to my hungry paws. Mother swooned above me, pressing her chest forwards and her ass back - moaning continually now. She knew my desire for her bottom - knew I was an 'ass man' and thus, her bottom had become her prime erogenous zone. She rather enjoyed when I took that virginity from her long ago. The fingers of one hand slipped further into the valley between her cheeks, her thighs, pressing the warm cotton firmly inwards so that it threatened to press into her body. The lower my fingers descended the damper her white cotton panty became, so that I discovered the gusset of her underwear was saturated with her juices. It seems I was not the only one horny this evening. I could bring her off like this, I have brought her off like this, sucking on her breasts like a starving child, fingers shoving her panty into her anus, her vagina. Mother could be brought to climax with passionate kisses - she claiming it proof that we were meant to be together, how her body responded to me and only me. This was a new woman, she had claimed innocently, a stranger to the feelings and desires that I ignited in her. Yet she willingly submitted to this strange passionate side of herself, claiming her life now depended upon it as her lungs needed air. The panty lowered almost reluctantly until mother squatted lewdly to allow its soaked cotton to slip past her soft full thighs. She watched me as I stood before her and removed my shirt, my jeans and then my boxer pants. She stood there trembling and not moving - knowing if I wanted her to do something, I would tell her to do so. Even today I was amazed at what mother and I had found together - something so unique I doubted one in ten couples can feel the joy that we felt. Mother thought the ratio larger, one in a hundred she suggested. Her friends at church, the neighbours - all middle-aged women that acted lonely and even bitter towards the lives they found themselves in. Mom thought herself unique - said she felt like the only woman alive that had found what we had discovered together and that there was nothing she would not do to keep it. I sat back down in my seat, my hands reaching for mother's soft wide hips and she moved, already understanding my desires. Seated as I was, at the hard wood kitchen chair, mother shuffled forwards after stepping out of her half-discarded clothing to straddle my knees. She starred into my eyes even has one hand slipped between us to hold my hard cock high, aiming. Her sex was more than ready, it was a river of juices, passionate and willing - my hard cock sunk easily into the familiar hot flesh while mother and I groaned with the pleasure of the first joining of the day. Four days we had been at grandma's - four days in separate rooms. Sure I could have slipped into her bed late at night, could have gotten something in the bathroom while grandmother worked in another room - but something the old woman had said scared me. Grandma had told me over breakfast, mother still in her room getting ready for the day, that she knew why her daughter was so happy and then looked me firmly in the eye and told me not to hurt her little girl like my father had. The revelation, when mother and I had been so careful, had startled me. Mother had not said anything at our enforced separation but her eyes spoke volumes - mirroring the desires within my own. My hands on mother's wide soft hips stopped her natural desires to rise and fall upon my shaft, thrusting my hard desire in and out of her body - she held upon my bare shoulders and looked at me with love, lust and that small amount of amazement that I took as surprise. She always had that quality whenever we were together, whenever I reached for her - surprise that a man nearly half her age could desire her heavy set middle-aged body, surprise that I kept coming back again and again requesting variety while showing respect and love. There was nothing she wouldn't do for me and I knew it. "Kiss me mother." Her lips spread and her face quickly descended so that we smashed together, our tongues immediately grappling and our saliva mixing and soon running down our chins. At that moment my hands began to move her torso back and forth on my lap, my cock forced to slip back and forth unnaturally, her excited clitoris grinding back and forth, as I knew it would, along my pelvis. Mother was soon whimpering, unable to hold our kiss any longer. My hands slipped from her hips, which had taken my direction and continued it, up to her heavy sensitive breasts. I loved those big soft tits! I could tell in the sounds, smells and feel of the woman that ground herself into me that she was seconds away from orgasm. I was used to having a woman I could request any act that came to mind, who would climax at anything I wished to do with her - often doing so numerous times per day. "Open your eyes mother!" It was an order and not a polite request like I usually used. No, I did not fear her denying me this simple request - only that in her near-delirium, she should not hear me. Mother's eyes opened and looked almost feverish, clouded, as she starred into mine. I've done this often, wanting to see into mother's eyes as she climaxed. It was the moment I felt most powerful, most like a man. Her sex constricted upon my hard throbbing cock before any other indication told me what was about to happen. Her body shook violently twice and then froze above me even as her mouth opened and the shriek of pleasure grew from somewhere deep inside her. Mother began to jerk uncontrollably and I wrapped my arms about her so that she did not inadvertently slip to the floor and hurt herself. She held my gaze, as ordered, through the whole of her climax before she collapsed in exhaustion upon my body - her flesh warm and slick with sweat. I held her like that for some minutes, enjoying these times when I was still hard and she recovering from a climax. I was the man, the stronger of the two of us, she the woman, soft and supple, submissive. Her head rose and her lips gently kissed mine, our signal telling me she had strength enough for whatever I wished of her. Any act, any position, any hole - tell that innocent teenager that he would have the woman of his fantasies like this and he would never have believed you. One of my hands slipped down to roughly grope her soft fleshy ass cheek, a finger slipping into the crack to tease the wrinkled hard muscle of her anus. Mother mewed and arched her back, pressing her ass back into my finger in an open invitation. "Why don't we continue this up in your room mom?" She blinked as if my words took a few moments before registering, "Of course my love." A quick slap on her big ass, a giggle and then she carefully rose from my lap - a flood of her juices rushing from her gaping sex to cover my lap. In the beginning the most natural of body responses would have embarrassed her - but I have seen her in all poses, from the most prepared to the lewdest most graphic of moments. Sure it may embarrass her now if I was to recall those moments but it would be a fleeting response. I was the love of her life, her soul mate, she had resolved that I was hers in the good and the bad times and that I never stopped loving or desiring her regardless. Her eyes looked over her shoulder and glinted playfully as she caught me looking at her big soft ass as it wiggled deliciously as she walked from me. She was a woman from a painting, hundreds of years before - and my cock jerked in response at my renewed desire. I followed feeling like a puppy, my eyes glued to her rolling ass cheeks, she giggling playfully as she lead me to her bedroom, to her bed. I could just have easily taken her upon the top of the table - knowing from experience it could easily hold the both of our weights. But tonight I wanted our joining to be simple, no silk scarves, no lingerie or sex toys - just flesh. Somehow she knew this, always knew what I desired from her - responding appropriately, never denying me a single time. I have come to believe her statements that we were 'soul mates', having meant to be together regardless of being parent and child. Mother knelt at the end of her big beg, lowering her shoulders and spreading her knees. My favourite position and she knew it - wanted to please me. My cock sunk effortlessly into her sloppy ready hole, a grunt from her the only response. My hands grasped those wide soft hips yet again as my ass tightened and my hips thrust in and out of my mother. My eyes glued to the sight I never tired of viewing - her meaty outer labia spread for my thrusting pink pole even as her inner red lips clung to me desperately - her juices easily coated everything in sight, even down to her knees and up to my navel. I fucked mother with long even rapid strokes and she responded aggressively and positively, as I knew she would - her big ass thrusting violently back into me with a lewd slap. One hand slipped from her sweaty soft fleshy hips to the widely spread flesh of her ass, the pad of my thumb pressing into her slippery but tense anus. Knowing even as I did this what it would do to her, how she would respond. She panting almost uncontrollably, thrusting her ass back and forth on her knees so that my thumb and my cock fucked her in unison, while her cunt echoed lewdly with her pleasure at my continual thrusts. It took only a few moments more before her cunt froze as it had done before - the remainder of her climax could have been scripted, so familiar was it to me now. She fell onto her stomach unresisting, near exhaustion. Her eyes slits, watching me as I positioned her on her back, lowering myself between her soft spread thighs - a whimper her only response as I sunk into her body yet again, her cunt extremely hot and sloppy. Her body bounced beneath me, her large breasts hanging heavily to either side of her chest danced an erotic rhythm as I fucked her. Mother's knees finally rose and her heels dug into my tensed sweaty ass, grunting at each thrust, her hands caressing my messy head of hair and my sweaty back. This was it and we both knew it - it could have been all night, but on those occasions I frequently teased her, tortured her climaxes from her while keeping myself from acts that would bring my own inevitable orgasm. I could keep fucking her so that when I shot my load into her body it would bring yet another orgasm from her already weary but happy soul - but I was past that, I wanted to come, I needed to come and mother knew that. I was her son, she claimed to know everything about me, that our relationship was beyond the physical and that we were joined in all ways imaginable. Mother held me tenderly as I grunted, my seed pumping deep into her body - a long sigh of pleasure her only reaction. Her lips kissing my sweaty brow until my face turned and our lips met - the kiss sloppy but loving, tender and knowing. Our warm fleshed sweaty bodies parted almost reluctantly as I rolled beside my parent. She wearily wiggled into the croak of my arm, her head upon my shoulder, her knee over my thigh so that her well-used warm sloppy sex pressing into my lower hip. My guess was that she was asleep before I caught my breath, a slow regular snore escaped from her, her cute face hidden beneath her messy hair and sweaty brow. She often snored after getting fucked - after having a climax I corrected myself with a chuckle. How many son's knew that about their mothers? There was one more day before I had to return to work - having planned our trip with a 'day to recover' and wanted to make the most of it. Tomorrow would not be so tender and not so simple. I wanted her big ass tomorrow - mentally planning my day around it, from rimming to spanking to fucking it. Of course the day would start off with a long pleasurable bathtub for two - probably a blow job for me to keep me from rushing the rest of the day's events. How had I ended up here? Who would believe it if I told them? --