I saw my mother's number on my phone display in the seat beside me as I was driving home. Surprised, but not very, I picked it up. "Mommy! Hi!"
"Hi, baby. How are you?"
Her voice got to me immediately. "Oh, I don't know. I was just heading home from work. I was thinking about you last night again."
"What were you thinking?"
I could hear the smile in her voice. "I was thinking about how much I love you, how much I love being your little boy. I feel like a sissy for missing my mommy at twenty-seven, but I love it too. I lay on the couch and talked about you to the dark after Kim was asleep, while I wrapped up my day."
"Sweetie, you know I love you too."
She did love me. I knew it. I always knew it when I was lying on the sofa in the hypnotic haze of remembering emotions that were lost to me for years, that mommy had helped me find in myself again. I was growing hard. "Have you eaten yet, Mommy?"
"No, it's only 5:30."
"Have you started anything?"
"I was just going to bake some salmon. Did you want to come over?"
"I'd love to, Mommy." I chuckled, tears tugging at my eyes from needing her. "Thank you. Listen, I'm going to have to call Kim and tell her I'm eating dinner with you tonight. I have to get off now. I'll see you in about twenty-five minutes. Okay mommy?" I waited for her acquiescence to the delay I couldn't avoid.
"I'll be looking forward to it, dear."
"Okay, Mommy. I love you."
"Then I'll see you soon."
I knew what my mommy wanted me to do, put off that slut in a way that made her feel inconsequential. Pulling off at the next highway exit to turn around, I punched up Kim on the phone. We'd been dating for about a year and a half and things were going well. I loved her, in fact. But I didn't feel guilty for the call. She was, after all, just another slut. "Kim, hi. I'm running late already and my mom needs some help changing lightbulbs. She can't unscrew the fixture in the kitchen ceiling. I'm going to go ahead and eat dinner with her and maybe watch a movie for a while."
"You need to?"
I laughed. "Yes, again. I'll be home around ten."
"Okay. Fuck it. Fine."
I parked my car in front of mommy's condo and jogged up the steps. When I rang the bell, I adopted an odd, comical facial expression in front of the peephole. She opened it and I walked past her, inside, and turned and kissed her before she could shut the door. My tongue slid into her mouth and she moaned as we embraced, my hand moving to her breast the down between her legs where I could swear I felt dampness.
"I missed you, Mommy."
"I can tell," she said, her hands on top of my shoulders, smiling up at me. "Did you have a good day at work?"
"Same as always. Let's not talk about that. Let's talk about dinner."
"Are you that hungry? I can find something."
"No." I chuckled. "I'm not, or I'd already be eating your pussy."
She frowned. "How's Kate?"
"She's great. She's doing her master's degree at night, remember? Only two more semesters to go. Working her ass off. I'm really proud of her."
"That's good."
She sat on the sofa and I immediately lay upon it with my head in her lap, grabbing the small pillow at the end to prop my head up so we could kiss while we talked. I kept reaching under her sweater and finally, with an exasperated expression, she unhooked and removed her bra. I latched my mouth on her nipple and began to suckle like she taught me, drawing as much of her breast into my mouth as I could, my tongue always at her nipple like she had always been at me as a teen, touching me, making me feel awkward. It wasn't until my nineteen or twenty that I understood, when I began reading stories about boys and their mothers. Fucking my mommy quickly became my favorite fantasy, one that she granted a few years later on a New Year's Eve we spent alone. "I love you, Mommy," I said, drawing my head back.
"I love you too."
I unfastened my pants. "I love my mommy so much," I said and grabbed hold of my dick.
"Of course you do. You're my good boy, my baby boy."
I rubbed my dick leisurely as it got hard. "I'm so glad you invited me here tonight, Mommy. I could feel your pussy calling to me last night. It hits me so hard sometimes when we've been apart three or four days, usually when I'm making love with Kim. I always think about you when I cum, I always always wish it was your pussy not hers. I imagine you watching and bite my lip to keep from babbling about how wrong what we're doing is, how she means nothing to me. She does." I paused and took Mommy's breast into my mouth to let her savor the moment, a very long moment. I was soon whining and bucking my hips slowly on the sofa, screwing my palm. Mommy laid a hand on my forearm and I thought she wanted me to stop, but she began patting me and I moaned again into her breast, my eyes rolling back in my head. Soon I began to whine in a series of high-pitched yips, my hips bucking furious in sporadic jerks. Overwhelmed, I spit out her nipple and licked at it, slowly circling my tongue around it, teasing her open milk duct. "Then I can't have sex with her."
"I know, baby."
"I wait till she goes to bed and lie on the sofa and play with my dick while I think about how much I love you, only that. Well, every now and then about other things. Sometimes I think about being with a man and think about how happy you'd be for me. I know you would."
"If you ever want . . . God, I know you." She sat up straighter, shrugging me off some. I know you and I know you'd be happy. You just need to know what it's like. We've got half a closet full of clothes for you. Your hair's still beautiful. I'll pay to perm it again, and I'll pay for laser hair removal if you go out with five guys."
"That's too expensive, Mommy."
"But it's what you want and who you are." My asshole twitched.
"I know, Mommy." I slid off the sofa and knelt before her as she tugged at her pants. Her panties came off too. I slid a finger into her - - - two would hurt her - - - and slowly rotated it back and forth to loosen her up. She showed no change of expression, merely watching me with a bit lower lip as I began sliding it in and out of her pussy. The only time I enjoyed licking it was when we 69'd. When I couldn't see, I could feel her doing the filthiest things with my cock. And even more when the passion was running so high that I hadn't had enough of her cunt by cumming into it and needed to suckle at it some, when I pulled out and saw her pussy between her spread, cocked up legs, and simply needed it, more of it, and dove face first into her cunt, to lick and lap mindlessly until I heard her sighing in an even rhythm, then I'd focus on her the very entrance to her womb, touching it with my tongue, darting about it, drunk with desire, fucking my face my gate into the world. She would smile lovingly at me when I was sure both of us were happy and pulled away to slide my finger in one last time, for one last touch before returning to her arms. I can't explain the aversion I have to it so much of the time. It's just there. But Mommy loves sucking my dick. She can cum without even putting a hand between her thighs with my dick in her mouth. She has a plate glass mirror over her sofa and I swear there's nothing in this world more erotic than screwing her mouth with her fingers at the base of my dick while I watch my face in the mirror, knowing Mommy's the one making me feel so perfect. I whine for her, beg for her to suck my dick. It excites both of us, though I rarely cum in her mouth. She doesn't object when I do. It just, there's something about it that becomes so overwhelming and frustrating that I usually pull out of her and sit beside her again to continue our foreplay. Pretty much the only exception is when, after sex, I prop an extra pillow or two behind her head and straddle her neck, very careful not to put any weight on it, and ask how her cunt tastes on my cock as I rub it on her lips. I'll arc my back and screw her face and whine and whimper, feeling like a nymphet having her clit sucked. One night, I came after two thrusts in her pussy, and again after one in her mouth. We both loved it.
I pulled my finger out of my mommy's pussy and dragged it across her lips then gave her the treat of swabbing her clit with my tongue until her hips started to rock. I dove inside her and sucked deeply as she began twitching. Mommy's pussy is heaven. I lifted myself up and sat next to her and took hold of her by the waist. I tugged her on top of me. She began cumming again as her pussy enveloped my cock. I made her crazy. I'm a good lover, but my mommy . . .
I pulled her sweater off the top of her head and held her waist tightly, forcing her to move her hips with mine as she fucked my penis. "Mommy?" I said, turning it into a question as I loved doing. "I love you. I need you. I need my fucking mommy. I always need my dick in the one place it belongs, your pussy. Your pussy, Mommy. I love being inside my mommy's pussy, fucking it, feeling it bathe my baby-boy dick with your love. I love my dick so deep in you that I can't fucking swear that anything else is real because my mommy - - - you're my mommy - - - is giving me absolutely everything I need. Did you know that your little boy's dick is inside you, Mommy? Did you know that?" She began bucking too hard for me to guide her hips. Her eyes were bulging out of her head and her teeth were clenched. "How does it feel when your little boy makes you cum?" I lolled my head back on the sofa and began fondling her breasts. "My dick's in my Mommy's pussy. My little boy dick is back inside the woman I need more than anything in this world. My mommy's fucking pussy. I'm going to get to cum in my mommy tonight. Again. And again. Forever and ever, Mommy. Forever."
"Oh, baby."
"Your pussy is making my dick feel so good, Mommy. I love." I wrapped my arms around her and held her close and we kissed. "You." Still, she screwed me, squirming her pussy against my needy cock. The smell of burnt salmon filled the room as we continued to fuck on the sofa. We always fucked, always. Never did we make love except for those few occasions when Mommy resisted my advances and pretended we had never made love before. Then we would be slow and gentle with each other, noses touching each other's faces, gentle kisses until afterward when Mommy remarked that she was startled she didn't remember and we'd have the pretend conversation as I reminded her how she had always been everything I wanted, how what we had was forever, how it had entirely solved our relationship that had been so tumultuous before.
When mommy tried to get away, I grabbed her hard by the waist and pulled her back onto my dick and began thrusting up into her as she winced in pain. Soon, she was moving with me again. "Mommy!" I screamed. "I'm going to be a good boy and cum in my mommy like good boys always cum. Always in pussies, always, always, and always in Mommy's pussies. My MOMMY, my MOMMY, my MOMMY, my beautiful loving fucking perfect Mommy pussy that owns my fucking cock! "She put her hand over my mouth, fingers entering it. I screamed about loving her as she watched me slip into a moment of blackness. When I came to, I was pleading with her to get off me, I hurt so bad.<
"Was your mother's pussy good to you?"
I smiled. "Let's go upstairs. I'll turn the oven off. We can go out for something later."
In the spare bedroom of her condo, Mommy kept the bed I used when I was in my teens. It was a very nice bed, but still I felt it odd she did, and moreover that she always wanted to make love and sleep on it, but it excited me too in a fearful way. We curled up with each other, our legs intertwined and arms holding each other. After long, long minutes of kissing, playful and teasing passionate, then playful again, I shook myself free and slid down her torso to her breasts again. She held me to her as I suckled, my baby boy dick growing hard against her thigh. I massaged it as I nursed, drawing as much of her breast into my mouth as I could, distending it, my tongue always about her nipple. Her milk ducts were open and I thought I felt a few warm squirts of fluid. I moaned and whined, and moved my hand to her pussy so she could feel my need better. I don't know if she came or not, but after ten minutes, she simply must have. Whenever I looked up, her eyes were closed and a thin smile was plastered on her face. "I love you, Mommy." I said at last, tongue circling her nipple.
"I know, baby."
I wormed my way up in her arms and pushed her over on her back and lay between her spread thighs, rubbing the shaft of my hard cock over her vagina as I humped at nothing. Settling down in her arms, my chin over her shoulder, we held each other and talked. When I pulled her onto my arm, flipping over on my back, we kissed and touched some more, my dick still hard. She played with it some, but I hated her handjobs. They always involved pain. "Will you please suck my dick, Mommy?"
"You want me to?" she asked in a surprised voice.
"Please."
She knelt beside me and gently sucked at my cock. I tried to relax, staring up at the dark ceiling and found myself under her pussy's spell, hypnotized. "Mommy? Mommy? I love you, Mommy. Mommy?? Why are you sucking my dick, Mommy? It feels too wonderful to be unreal. God, it's beautiful, Mommy. I want you to suck my dick. I want my mommy to suck my fucking dick! I want my mommy to suck my fucking dick!" I cried in despair. "Please, Mommy. You're so entirely everything that's . . . " I trailed off and my hips bucked up into her. She spit my dick out and returned it to her hand.
"Everything that's what?"
"Every baby need the fucking love of his mommy."
"What am I?"
"You're my mommy."
"What else am I?"
"Nothing, absolutely nothing. I'm your baby and that's it, that's all we are, mother and son."
She smiled drunkenly and returned to my prick.
"I'm a good boy. I'm a good boy. I'm a good boy. I'm a good boy," I chanted, on and on. "Fuck my cock. Fuck my cock." I didn't realize what I was saying, but she mounted me and slid her tight, loving passage to my life down the length of my shaft. I cooed and whined to her as she rode my dick, cumming again and again. "Mommy, this is my reward for cumming inside you. Making you cum is my reward for cumming inside you. I need to, I need to, and this is my reward for doing everything I need the absolute most." I grabbed each of her hands and lifted them outwards as she bounced atop me, eyes closed. I chuckled. "You're such a fucking whore, aren't you, Mommy? Open your eyes. See me? I'm your baby boy, your son. You're son's dick is in your pussy and it's making you cum again and again. Do you love fucking your son, Mommy?" She nodded. "That's good, because I love putting my big dick inside you." I was nerve-wracked despite my talk, and fearful. "Have you had enough, Mommy? Has Mommy fucked her little boy enough for tonight or do you want more. You're my Mommy so you decide." She simply nodded. "I want to fuck Mommy some more. I began bucking my hips hard till I tossed her on top of me on all fours, the pushed her over on her back and reentered her and fucked her, my everything, until I wanted to scream at my inability to cum. I lay down on her. "I'm scared, Mommy. Let me relax a bit."
"Why are you afraid?"
"I don't know, Mommy," I whined in a distressed voice. She patted my back and began rubbing me and my dick began to twitch inside her and she bucked up against it. "Oh, God!" I cried, startled by my instincts, and pulled. I masturbated furiously, watching her watch me. I sank down beside her, not wanting to cum on her breasts. She pulled herself into the crook of my free arm and rubbed my chest and stomach. "I need you. I love you. I love my mommy. I want to fuck my fucking mommy! I want to fuck my fucking mommy! I want to cum for my mommy like a good boy, like a good boy that need a cock in his mommy's fucking . . . God, mommy! I want, I need to cum for you. I'm going to cum for my fucking Mommy." I smiled widely, entirely enraptured by bliss. Mommy began slapping my chest, eying me eagerly. I turned my hips into her and we held each other as best we could as my fist slapped loudly against my shaved pubic mound, wet with my Mommy's pussy slime. I spoke in a slow draw. "I know I'm a good boy when I fuck Mommy. I'm always a good boy when I cum for the woman who loved me since before she knew anything, except that I love her, you. I'm cumming for my Mommy. I know, I know, I know." My cum splashed over her torso and she kissed me, once.