Mom first started letting herself into my room to wake me the summer after my fourteenth birthday. I would always have an erection. She'd stand there, hand on my leg, staring at it then back at me, and say, "Rise and shine, sleepy head." If I protested she'd sit on the bed with me, eventually lie beside me, then one day she put her hand on my hard-on. "What do you think?" she asked, as though she could mean anything.
"Mommmy," I moaned. I still called her that. I somehow never made the transition from Mommy to Mom.
She kissed me on the cheek and then paused, staring into my eyes. "Hmmm," she said.
"Mommy," I answered, exasperated.
"You're such a good boy. I love you. You know that, don't you?"
"Yes, mommy."
She shook my arm. "Be a good boy and get up and get a shower. You don't want me to give you a bath, do you darling?"
"No," I stated and pulled the blanket back to reveal my nude body and scampered out of the room.
"Michael, honey, one second. Use Mommy's bathroom."
"Okay, mom."
I searched under the counter in Mommy's bathroom for something to use as lube then saw a black silk bra sitting on the tile, by the edge of the tub. I wrapped my cock in it. It felt wonderful. The toilet seat rattled as I masturbated to orgasm then turned the water on. Again the lock popped. Mommy entered and pulled both towels from the rack and lay them down in front of the shower. "I want to watch you, Michael." I left the sliding glass door to the shower open and cleaned myself mostly with my back to her, too frightened by the oddness of the situation to become erect, though I likely would have otherwise. "You've heard about licking pussy?" she asked when I shut the water off. I just stared at her, my mouth hanging open. "I want you to lick my pussy and I'll do you a favor in return."
"Like what?"
"A laptop, an iPhone, it doesn't matter. Or maybe something else."
My mouth began to open and close noiselessly. Mommy took my hand - - - I was still wet all over - - - and let me to the bed. She lifted her nightgown off the top of her head and pulled off her panties. "Now, Michael. Most men make the mistake of sticking their tongue too far into a woman's pussy too often. Do you see that?" She opened her pussy with her fingers. "That's my clit. Just swab your tongue back and forth over it, and only push it in every minute or so. If you lick Mommy's pussy for ten whole minutes, you can have your present."
I knelt between my mother's thighs and she spread he legs wide for me. Her pubic hair was dense with bits of gray. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue into her. I don't know what I expected, but it wasn't this. She held her pussy open with her fingers the whole time I licked her. I could feel it spasm and twitch and I knew she had cum, but I kept at it for all ten minutes. When I was done, I felt hypnotized, lost in the haze of her pussy's scent.
"Michael," she sighed. "I see you staring at my breasts a lot these days. Would you like to suck on them? Without so much as a thought in my head in response, I crawled up her torso and latched onto her left tit. I was in heaven, whimpering and gurgling around Mommy's ample breast. She tugged my head back and smiled and pointed to the bright red circle around her nipple. "Other one," she said. I repeated with her other breast. My dick hurt horribly. It was oozing cum but wasn't hard. "That's good, baby," she said eventually and pulled me off body, holding me up to gaze down at face. "Mommy really needed that. Now what do you want as a big thank you?"
"I want a MacBook."
"For that, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask for just one more thing from you. You see, Mommy doesn't want to feel as though she's getting the short end of the bargain. I have to ask for just one more favor for a whole MacBook. Lie back." She turned me over onto my back and knelt at my side. I watched her, in a dream, as she lowered her mouth onto my little boy dick. It felt so good. The hurt went away but I couldn't get hard. She sucked me and sucked me, her eyes on my face, until at last a bit of cum ran out of my prick. "Thank you, Michael. I've to suck your cock for a while now. Do you think you could stay in today in case I want to do it again later?"
"I think so, Mommy." I nodded, afraid slightly.
Mommy pulled herself up over me her hair falling on my face. "Michael," she smiled. "We're going to get along so well from now on. I can feel it." She leaned down to peck my lips but her mouth lingered, he probing my clenched teeth through my lips until I opened them and I was flooded by my Mommy's sucking, kissing mouth for a handful of seconds. "Don't get dressed and I'll kiss your butt later." She slapped the side of my ass. "I promise." Mommy rose up, smiling down on my erect penis. She winked at me and I gasped. My dick twitched too. Mommy took it in her hand and began pumping it up and down in a no-nonsense handjob. "You are going to have to learn, Mister, that when you live in this house, your mother is the one who makes you cum, whether I'm the one touching your little boy dick or you are, it's me, not some picture, not a girl at school, not a friend's mother, not one of my sisters, but me." She leaned down and kissed my belly button, caressing it aggressively with her tongue. I screamed and screamed as her fist slapped on my pubic mound. I came and she didn't stop and I begged her too because of the soreness. She eventually did. "Go play your Xbox," she said and lay back into the bed. Part of me wanted to stay with her, but I felt used for the first time in my life and I wanted to leave the house and never come back too. I settled on going downstairs to play my Xbox.
After two hours or so, I began to wonder where Mommy was. I wanted her to make me lunch for some reason. I wandered around the house, softly calling out, "Mommy" and followed the answering hums to the family room where she lay on the sofa, again in her nightgown.
She smiled widely at me. "Do you want to cuddle?" she asked and lifted her arm up. Mommy scooted back till she was lying on her side on the sofa and I crawled in next to her with my back to her. Her hands moved up and down my torso and I instantly grew hard. She caressed my dick the way she caressed the rest of me, in smooth, even strokes. "It's okay," she whispered softly. "You can need me." I shuddered.
"I do," I whimpered.
"Roll over." I flopped over on my other side, facing her and stared into her eyes. When she kissed me, I moaned. "Sweetie," she said, "I don't want you to think of us as anything but mother and son. Our relationship has changed, it's evolved. We have a chance to be closer than most mothers and sons every do." She smiled and kissed me again.
"Could you suck my dick again, Mommy?"
"You want me to? I'd love to. You're not quite the right height for me to sit on the sofa, so why don't you?" I sat up and leaned back into the cushions as Mommy knelt between my spread legs. "Will you lick my pussy again if I do this?" I nodded nervously, hard as a rock. Mommy took me into her mouth and sucked my dick ever so gently until I began to writhe and whine on the sofa. She smiled up at me. "Michael, why don't you be a good boy and cum for Mommy?"
"I want to, Mommy!"
"Then show me." She slid behind me on the sofa and began massaging me as I played with myself. Her hand reached around and cupped my balls. "Do you feel like a pervert?" she whispered in my ear.
"No."
"Good, because you're not. All boys want to fuck their mommies. How do you feel?"
"Really good!"
She squeezed my balls gently. "Is my little boy's hand making his cock feel good?" She peeled off her nightgown and pressed her breasts into my back. "I love you, baby," she panted. "I love you so much. Do you love me?" she breathed into my ear.
"Yes," I moaned.
"Then shoot your load." I came instantly. "Good boy." I turned around, straddling her lap, and hugged her. Mommy stroked my hair, one hand between her thighs. "You can nurse again if you want to, before you lick my pussy, baby." I latched onto her breast with my mouth and moaned, humping her stomach with my receding erection. "After you lick Mommy's pussy, I want to take you out on a date. A movie. How does that sound?"
"Mommy," was all I said.
"I thought so. Now be a good little boy and lick me like I showed you."
I walked through the mall with an erection plainly visible in my shorts. It twitched when Mommy reached out to stroke the back of my neck of tousle my hair. She reached down and took my hand to keep me from hiding it. "Don't be embarrassed. You're young. These things happen." She smiled devilishly at each of the women she passed. "He's my son," she said to a few. They smiled at my erection and looked away.
When the movie theater went dark, Mommy reached over and unzipped my shorts. Then she reached into her purse and pulled out the black silk bra I had jerked off with earlier that day. Depositing it in my lap, she told me that I'd be able to focus on the movie better if I played with myself. She put her hand on my thigh as I masturbated. It took me a while, but I came. Mommy leaned over and kissed me. "Good boy." She put her arm around me and hugged me to her. "Do you realize what's happened? Every last time you play with yourself from now on, you're going to think about me. Good boys only cum for their mommies. Remember that. And remember how much you love me. Think of all the things you'd do to make me happy, because I love you more than anyone else in this whole world. You know, Michael, as much as you love me, I think you need me more. You need more than for me to suck your dick and play with it. You need to fuck your Mommy." My hand dropped to my lap. "You need to stick your dick back in the one place it belongs, the only place it belongs. You need to cum inside me to find peace." I couldn't believe I was making out with my own mother when we began kissing. I'd never even kissed a girl before. "Michael, I want you to take that dick of yours and play with it so I know how much you need me. Any mother would want to know her son needs her, as much as she loves him. And you're such a good little slut. God, I love the way you took to me like a duck to water. Now imagine fucking me while you touch yourself. Imagine fucking your Mommy. You're my good little whore." I whined and she put her hand over my mouth. "Cum, baby. Cum one more time for Mommy and I'll read you a very special bedtime story, one I know you want to hear. But first, you have to show me you're Mommy's slut." She smiled at me and kissed me again then, in a deeper voice said, "Cum for me, you fucking sissy." She immediately covered my mouth with hers. Tears were welling in my eyes, but I did what she asked and came.
We got home late with a pizza, which Mommy and I ate together before she asked me to go to my bedroom. My bed was a double and I climbed into it nude. Mommy emerged through the doorway minutes later, wearing a loose-fitting plum-colored babydoll negligee. She had her iPad with her and climbed into bed with me. Motioning that I was to snuggle my head in her arm pit, she told me to close my eyes and began reading.
"John, I'm sick of you not listening when I talking to you. Are you distracted by that raging hard-on of yours?"
"No, mom. Well, yeah. It's just that your tits, they're so big."
"Would you like to see them." John nodded his head and his mother pealed off her shirt that she wasn't wearing a bra beneath. "Maybe if you jerk off to them, you'll be able to focus better, at least for a few minutes." She giggled as her son unzipped his pants and pulled out his nine-inch cock. His mother sat on top of the kitchen table in front of him and massaged her glorious tit mounds and her son beat his meat.
I groped mommy's breast as she read, my hand sliding underneath the plum fabric to feel them better.
"You know, John. I don't think I want you cumming on my kitchen floor." John's mother dropped to her knees and watched as John pistoned his fist up and down the length of his enormous cunt plunger. She reached out her tongue and began to lap at the cum that oozed from her son, her only son's dick, kissing and sucking the head of it.
"Mom," John groaned and ejaculated all over her beautiful face.
"Do you think I'm beautiful, Michael."
"Yes."
"Don't flatter me."
"I can't tell. You're my mommy."
"Thank you for being so honest, baby. We're getting to the good part." She resumed reading.
"Should be adjourn to the bedroom for a real fuck session?" John's big-titted mother asked as she rose, licking what cum she could from her face, and smearing the rest into her skin.
"No," John said and grabbed her by the waist, unfastening her skirt. He pulled it off, and the panties underneath it. Leading her over the countertop from behind, he said, "Grab some wood, mom."
John speared his monster prick into his mother's cunt with one long stroke, causing her to gasp in pain. "God, I love your pussy, Mom. It's the best I've ever had."
"It's the first you ever had. Welcome home, son."
"Do you want to make our own ending?" Mommy asked and pulled up the hem of her nightie.
I wordlessly mounted my mother and she helped guide my dick inside her. Despite have cum so many times that day, being inside my Mommy's pussy was just too overwhelming for me and I came on the second stroke and collapsed with my head on her breast.
"That's a good boy," she cooed, stroking my hair. "Can mommy see how her cunt tastes on your dick?"
Exhausted, I climbed up my mother's body and straddled her breasts, leaning forward on the head board. I came instantly again as her mouth enveloped me.
"Thank you baby." Get some sleep now. You have another busy day ahead of you tomorrow.
I smiled as my head hit the pillow, asleep as she was still walking down the hall.
Sometime during the night, I was woken by hands grabbing my hips and being rolled over onto my stomach and having my ass pulled into the air. I screamed as something entered me from behind with a steady pressure. When it stopped pushing into me farther, my mommy's voice said, "I love you, Michael." She began fucking me despite my cries and pleas that she stop. The pain eventually receded and when I finally moaned, Mommy let go of my waist and reached around to rub my cock as she fucked me. I screamed again when she touched me, this time in pleasure. "I knew you'd love this," she said. It did not end. It simply did not end. Somewhere in the haze of her pussy's smell and my exhaustion, I fell into a half-consciousness as she took my shitter. When she finally had enough of my ass, after what must have been hours, I fell over onto my back and just stared at her, a half-aware smile on my face.
She laughed. "I love you baby." She kissed me with gentle passion and disappeared into the darkness.