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?

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