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 Title : Mother Fucker

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   Keywords : Mom/Son Incest, Fm

   Date : 20150520

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   Synopsis : A teenaged boy realizes he is in love with his mother, and
has to convince her to engage in a physical relationship.

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repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals,
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author.  This is a work of fiction.  The author does not condone any sexual
activity among persons under 16 in real life.

   These are just words, people.  Just words.  If you have a problem with
words see a competent shrink or an English teacher.  This story is all made
up.  Don't try this at home.  This shit don't happen.  It's just a story.



   --==+==-

   The whole thing started when Dale moved out.  My mom and Dale had been
together a long time, but finally she just had enough of his crap, and
kicked his ass out.  I was glad to see him go, he and I had never gotten
along very well, we basically lived in the same house and ignored each
other.  I felt a lot of satisfaction to see him go, and I wanted him to
know it, I wanted him to know I felt like I'd won, but I didn't say
anything, and I stayed out of his way.  I figured he'd feel like he didn't
have anything to lose, now.  I know he'd wanted to pound my ass for years,
and I didn't want to have that as a going-away present.

   Anyway, by Sunday night all his shit was out of the house, and my mom
was going to call first thing Monday morning and have the locks changed.  I
went to school nervous for her, I was afraid I'd come back home that
afternoon and find him back, and everything like it was before.  I was
relieved to find him still gone, and her still resolute.  I asked if he'd
called, and she shook her head.  Good, I thought.  Good, and goodbye.

   That night I went and got a pizza and we ate in the living room,
watching TV.  She finally hit the mute and had a long rambling talk about
what she hoped to accomplish with her life now that Dale was gone and stuff
like that.  She apologized to me a hundred times for letting him stay for
so long and she got all weepy and finally I just held out my arms and she
flew into them and I held her while she cried.

   "Well," she finally said, sitting back up.  She looked at me and laughed
sheepishly.  I smiled.  "Well, Rob...  if I ever get into something that
screwed up again, let me know...  I'll listen to you, from now on..."

   I laughed.  I knew it wasn't that easy.  But I nodded.  "I'll tell you,
mom...  but please...  don't do anything for a while...  until you get him
totally out of your system..."

   "Yeah," she said, "I know.  I will, don't worry, that's the last thing I
want right now.  I just want to feel free, now.  I want to be myself
again."

   We sat on the couch and I held her...  she was nice and warm and smelled
good...  and now, she didn't belong to anyone.  Anyone but me.  I think, I
really think...  although it was probably already inside me, somewhere deep
in my mind...  but I really think that's when it all started.



   --==+==-

   I felt great, that first night, even though I cried on the couch with
Rob for a while...  I felt free, like a huge weight had been lifted from
me. I don't think I realized how much Dale oppressed me, I guess I'd just
gotten used to him, or something...  but I felt like my life was starting
all over again, now that he was gone.  I couldn't have been happier,
although, like I said, I did cry some.  Well, that's understandable, the
whole ordeal was pretty emotional, and of course Dale played the sympathy
card to the hilt, all his usual crap.  He was a master of emotional
manipulation and I'm just now starting to see how much he played me.  He
couldn't do it with Rob for some reason, though, Rob seemed immune to
his... powers.  Maybe it only worked on girls, I don't know.

   Anyway, it was a relief to finally have him gone.  I looked forward to
sleeping alone for a while and getting to run my own life.  As I lay in
Rob's arms on the couch, I thought, I'm free, I'm finally free.

   Looking back, it seems like to me...  I know this sounds crazy, but it
seems like the whole thing between Rob and me started that night, that
night that Dale left, that night that he held me in his arms.  I know
that's crazy, it'd have to be something much deeper than that...  but
that's the first time I noticed the...  the attraction.



   --==+==-

   Life went on.  Things were definitely better.  My mom was her old self,
she laughed now, at funny things, and at even not so funny things.  I hoped
that she could realize how much Dale had weighed her down and I think she
did.  She seemed to enjoy life more, much more.  I was happy for her.

   Things weren't going that well between Celeste and me.  We finally had a
long talk and decided to just be apart for a while.  I dunno what her real
problem with me was, she could never really seem to get it across.  Like my
mom and Dale, it was a relief to finally walk away from her.  I mean, we
didn't say that's what we were doing, but I think we both knew it.  It was
over, what little of it there had been.  I was actually relieved because I
knew I wasn't making her happy.  I didn't know what she wanted and I'm not
sure if she did but it didn't seem to be me.



   --==+==-

   Rob didn't let me into his life very much when Dale was around.  Plus,
there was just that secretive nature of teenagers.  I figured out he was on
the outs with Celeste from a few things he'd said and I finally asked him.
We had a nice talk and he told me he was through with her.  Good, I
thought, although I didn't say it out loud, what little I knew about her I
could tell she was a jealous, manipulative little bitch.  We women just
know.  I felt like he deserved better.  I was glad she was gone.

   And I actually did think to myself, he needs somebody like me.  Somebody
that really cares about him.  I could be like that, now that Dale wasn't
smothering me.  I had time for Rob, now.  I tried to comfort him as best I
could, and make him realize that Celeste had been a learning experience, a
lesson, and the next time it would be better.  It had to be.



   --==+==-

   My mom was pretty sympathetic about the whole Celeste thing, and I told
her a lot more than I would have ordinarily.  Well, more than I would have
if Dale would have still been around.  I felt much closer to her now that
he was gone.  I liked my mom, she was good to me, and she was young and hip
and...  I faced it...  she was attractive.  She had appeal.  That night...
I dared to first think it...  she had sex appeal.  She was foxy.  Every bit
as the girls I went to school with.  I got a kind of thrill as I thought...
yeah...  I'd do that...  It bothered me to think that about my mom, but it
didn't bother me that much.

   As the days went by, the idea solidified in my head.  I started watching
her closer, looking for something to not like about her.  There wasn't
much. She gave me my space without being intrusive, but I still knew she
cared about me.  Hell, I gotta say...  I knew she cared about me when Dale
was here, the distance that was between us then was pretty much my doing. I
guess I resented her liking him or something.  Now I felt like...  now I
felt like she was all mine.  I could tell I was more possessive of her than
I'd been before.  I realized that once when we went shopping and I kept
noticing guys staring at her.  I realized I was getting all pissed and it
amused me.  I was acting just like I'd acted with Celeste at the beginning.
I wondered...  was this the beginning again?  I realized how much I hoped
it was.  Although...  that idea is crazy...  I mean, my mom?  Crazy.

   That night I did something...  pretty far out.  And the effect it had on
me was pretty far out, too.  We'd gone to bed, and I was just laying
there...  thinking...  I was slowly stroking myself, and thinking... 
something that I'd seen that evening occurred to me, again.  I quietly got
out of bed, put my shorts on, and crept down out to the garage, where the
washer and dryer were.  I was nervous to turn on the light, but if she
caught me I figured I could say I was looking for some underwear or
something.  That was kinda true, anyway.  There, on the floor, was the
dirty clothes basket that was usually in the bathroom.  I dug through it...
and...  pay dirt.  I fled back to my room, my prize crumpled up in a small
ball in my hand.

   In my room I examined them closely.  Beautiful.  A pair of her panties.
With high expectations, I pressed them to my nose.  Oh god...  I cannot
describe the rush...  I am smelling her pussy, I told myself.  I am that
fucking close to it.  It was heavenly.  I turned on the light on my table,
and I could see a white streak where I imagined her pussy would have been,
and the tiniest hint of a brown mark where her fabulous asshole was.  I
felt a closeness to her that I'd never felt before, I felt absolutely
intimate with her.  It was beyond words, almost.

   I'd smelled pussy before...  well, just Celeste's...  I'd smelled her on
my fingers, a few times...  but this, for some reason, was incredible to
me. Just knowing who's scent it was...  it turned me on like nothing ever
had before.  I don't think even a pair of Celeste's panties from the start
would have affected me so.

   I just lay there, breathing her wonderful odor in.  I swear the panties
were almost still damp...  my cock was harder than I think it had ever
been. I finally jerked off, her smell thick in my nostrils, and had an
intense orgasm, way off the scale.  I was so in love it hurt.



   --==+==-

   Life went on.  After a few weaselly attempts to jerk me around Dale
seemed to give up and move on.  I think he somehow knew I was through with
his crap.  I changed the locks and finally got a new number and he seemed
to be out of my life for good.

   It was nice just to sit around the house of an evening and do nothing.
To not have anything expected of me.  I read, and watched TV, stuff like
that.  I even got a little bored and that was a surprisingly new experience
to me.  Rob was a help, and we even played some board games and he showed
me some games on the computer.  Although, to me, board games were much
funner.

   Rob seemed at loose ends too, now that he was done with Celeste.  I
don't think they'd seen each other that much, well, I think that she'd very
carefully controlled their time together...  but he seemed kind of aimless,
at the moment.  I understood, I felt that way, too.

   That Friday night, just for something to do, we went and saw a movie. 
And old fashioned movie, or as Rob called it, an analog movie.  It was fun,
just going out was fun, and afterwards we went and had some chili dogs,
although I was afraid I would regret that, later.  I didn't, it was worth
it, and it was doubly fun to be doing things with him.  I felt bad for all
the time I'd missed out on, while Dale was pulling my strings.  Rob has had
it hard, I sometimes think, his dad has always and still totally ignores
him, and then I take up with an ass like Dale.  I promised myself again
never to do that again.  I liked our new closeness; I never wanted to lose
it again.  I knew he wouldn't be young much longer.  I wanted to savor each
little moment of his youth.  I wanted to suck youth from him like a
vampire.



   --==+==-

   That Friday night we went and saw a movie together, the movie was long
and boring but I knew she was enjoying it, so it was okay.  I was proud to
walk around downtown with her on my arm, and I wondered if people might
think we were a couple.  I know that sounds crazy.  She looked good in a
knee-length skirt and white blouse, she looked very cute, and way younger
than her thirty four years.  It could happen, people, I thought.  It could
happen.

   Just so you know...  it's not just me.  My mom is beautiful, classically
beautiful, as they say.  Everywhere we go, even when I was a kid, I would
notice men staring at her.  And the brave ones would try and chat her up.
When she was with Dale that didn't happen much, I think just the look on
his face scared them off.  And of course, she was with someone.  I saw that
happen, time and time again last Friday night.  Not the chatting up part,
but the men staring at her.  She's a fox, no denying.  She just damn good
looking.  And, of course, now that she's free of Dale, her personality
shows through, and she's as good looking there as anywhere.  She's just a
nice person, through and through.



   --==+==-

   That night, when we got back to the house, we sat around on the couch,
and tried to watch TV, but nothing was really on.  I finally got up and
poured myself a glass of wine.  I halfway offered some to Rob, but he
refused, so I felt a little prouder of myself for raising him right.  He
did mumble something about it tasting nasty.  It's an acquired taste, I
guess.  I downed one glass, and poured myself a second.  I'm not an
alcoholic, but I do like my wine.  Two glasses make me comfortably warm
inside, but doesn't really get me drunk.  It got later and later, and I
thought, what the hell, and had a third.  I woke up with a start, and
looked around.  I was laying on the couch, my head in Rob's lap.  He was
sound asleep, his whole body curved down towards me.  I thought, what the
heck, and just closed my eyes again.

   In the morning I woke up as he was stirring around, and we both finally
sat up, giggling at ourselves.  I still felt kind of woozy, and I stumbled
into my bathroom, and took a long hot shower.  I went to the kitchen and
made us some breakfast, and before long he came in, and we ate.

   The day passed, and soon it was night, again.  We played more games, and
finally we ended up on the couch again.  This time his head was finally in
my lap, and soon he was asleep.  He tossed at turned, and although I didn't
really want to spend another night on the couch, I figured I'd give him
some time, at least.  Finally he was turned facing me, his face literally
pressed into my lap.  I stroked his hair, and finally, about midnight, I
woke him up and sent him to bed.



   --==+==-

   Saturday night was cool, and fun.  We played games, and watched TV. 
Well, she watched TV, and I watched her.  I was feeling a stronger and
stronger attraction to her, I'm still not sure why...  maybe just coming
off the Celeste thing, I dunno...  but it made me happy just to be with
her.

   My mom had gotten a little tipsy Friday night when she drank that wine,
and she seemed to be a lot more free with herself.  I wish she'd do that
more often.  It was sexy to me to sleep with her on the couch, I told
myself later, I slept with my mom.  Yeah.  Sorry if that sounds dumb.  It
was cool, though.  Saturday night we did about the same thing, but this
time my head was in her lap.  I pretended to be asleep, and I wrestled
around a little until I was facing her, and I put my face right into her
crotch and breathed her scent in until I thought my lungs would pop.  I
smelled, I could literally smell, the fainted hint of her pussy, I thought.
I remembered the smell from her panties, and there it was again.  I was
turned on beyond all possible belief, laying there, thinking I am smelling
her pussy.  From the source.  Not just a pair of old panties, from the
source.  It turned me on like nothing else had, and when she finally woke
me up I pretended to wake up, and then I had to wait until she got up and
re-arranged my hard dick so I could get up.  I jacked off that night,
thinking, shit, I smelled her pussy, I smelled her fucking pussy.



   --==+==-

   The first hint that I had that Rob was seeing me...  sexually...  came
one day when he was at practice after school, and I did laundry.  I took a
fresh change of bedclothes up to his room, and yanked the old sheets off.
When I pulled the sheets from inbetween his mattress, something fell out,
and I bent down and picked them up.  It was, of all things, a pair of my
panties.  At first I thought maybe they were Celeste's, but when I looked
closely at them, I was sure they were mine.  They were my size, at least.
My butt's not that big, but I'm sure it's bigger than little miss priss's.
And...  they were not clean panties.  I was embarrassed to notice some
white streaks in them...  and worst of all a little brown stain.  Shit, I
thought, and I don't cuss very often.  I wondered for a moment how a pair
of my panties got inbetween his mattress, then I confronted the obvious. 
He had put them there.  Shit again.  What did this mean?  Was he simply
turned on by them?  Did the fact that they were mine have anything to do
with it?  Were they just available?  I shook my head.  This bore some
serious thought.  I carefully replaced them, and then, after some thought,
made his bed back with the old bedclothes.  I placed the fresh linen on his
bed when I was done.  I didn't want him to know at all that I'd found the
panties.  I didn't want to embarrass him.

   I thought about that all day, all week, in fact.  I wondered again and
again what those panties symbolized to him.  Did they just mean...  pardon
my french...  pussy to him?  I knew that to guys it doesn't always matter
who...  did it matter to him?  Was it just about a pussy smell to him, or
was it about me?  And...  and I must admit this thought caused me a little
titillation...  what exactly did he do with them?  Did he smell them?  Did
he rub himself with them?  I hadn't seen any stains on them...  that I
probably hadn't put there...

   He's a teenage boy, I told myself...  of course he...  masturbates. 
It's just what boys do.  I had two brothers, I actually know quite a bit
about boys and their masturbatory habits.  I used to watch my brothers out
my bedroom window as they played with their little weenies, in the back
yard.  I'd even seen them let our dog lick them, at times.  I remembered
the spray of white liquid that came at the end of those sessions.  It had
taken me a long time to understand what I'd seen, all those years ago. 
Those were actually old familiar memories now, not even disgusting anymore.
It was funny, almost.

   I wondered, again and again, what Rob thought of when he masturbated. 
Masturbated, jacked off, jerked off, whatever.  I wondered if it was me,
time and time again.  I had to admit, against my better judgment...  it
turned me on a little, to think it might be me.  I know I'm still in good
shape.  I know I'm...  whisper it...  sexy.  I like being like that.  It's
just how I am.  Dale suppressed that, to a great extent, wanting all that
for just himself.  I feel like, now, I'm coming out of my shell.  I'm
getting back to being me.  And the real me is...  face it...  kinda sexy.
How was that affecting my teenage son?  I wondered.  I wondered if I should
stifle myself.  Well, maybe not, but I sure shouldn't rub his face in it.
That wouldn't be fair to him, or me.



   --==+==-

   I don't remember what night it was, I think Thursday...  it had been a
long boring week.  We were just laying around, my mom and I...  we had just
made a run to the Burger Shack, and got some hamburgers and fries.  We ate,
sitting on the couch, and we were goofing around.  I wrestled her down, and
tickled her, loving the feeling of her soft body beneath my hands.  I
wondered if she'd ever know how much I loved her, how much she turned me
on. Probably not, I just felt like I didn't have the nerve.  I felt like it
would screw our relationship up totally.  Those things just never worked
out.  But I wanted to tell her more than anything in the world.

   We ended up with her on the floor, and me dragging her by one foot
across the rug.  Our hamburgers had toothpicks in them when we got home,
and at some point she'd dropped hers on the floor.  I know it wasn't mine
because I'd already used mine for a toothpick.  Hers had gone on the floor.
I dragged her across it, and it poked her, hard, in the butt.  I could tell
by the look on her face that something was wrong, and she put her hand back
there, and when she withdrew it there was blood on it.

   "Something poked me," she said, "and I think it's still in me."

   She touched it again, and got more blood.  About that time I noticed
half the toothpick, on the floor.

   "I bet it was that," I said.  "The other half is probably still in you."

   "Oh, poop," she said, holding her hand on her butt.

   "Let me look at it," I said, concerned for her, but also hopeful.

   "Rob...  it's my...  bottom..." she said, acting embarrassed.

   "Mom...  you might have a toothpick in you...  let me look, at least. 
Here, sit across my lap."

   I sat down on the couch, my knees out.  I indicated for her to lay down.
She seemed reticent.

   "Rob...  let's just go to the...  minor emergency place...  they'll know
what to do..."

   "Mom, let me look.  It might be nothing, or it might be serious.  But
let me look first.  We're both adults..."

   Yes, I thought, we're both adults, but it's a foxy female ass I might
get to see.  I'll stress again, that, yes, I was concerned for her.  I knew
she was still hurting.

   She finally slowly lay across my knees, her body halfway on the couch. I
looked down at her beautiful ass.  She was wearing a pair of loose white
shorts, and they were already streaked with blood.  I lifted the leghole
where the stain was, and immediately saw it.  It had stuck right through
her shorts, and into her left buttock.  I could literally see it, beneath
the skin.  I felt bad about the whole thing, I felt like it was my fault,
since I had dragged her.

   "Mom," I said.  "It's still in you.  A little is sticking out, and I
could probably get it with the tweezers, if you're tough enough.  Or, we
can go to the clinic."

   She carefully got up.  I knew she was hurting, just from the way she
moved.

   "Well," she finally said.  "Whatever you think.  If you're willing I'm
willing."

   Hell yeah, I thought, I'm willing.  If I get to see your ass, I'm
willing.  I went to the little bathroom in the hall, and dampened a
washrag, and found a good pair of tweezers.  When I returned, she was still
standing by the couch, and seemed kind of indecisive.

   "It's up to you," I said.  "I'll be glad to try, but I don't want to
hurt you further.  I'll get the car if you wish to go."

   "Well," she said again.  "I don't really want to have to sit on it. 
Let's try, at least..."

   "Okay," I said, and sat, again.  She started to lay down across me, but
I stopped her.

   "Mom," I said.  "Your shorts...  drop them, at least."

   She did stop, at that.

   "Rob..." she finally said, "Are you sure..."

   "Mom, it's up to you.  But it will be pretty difficult, if you don't. 
And you'll still have undies on."

   I wondered right then if she was wearing underwear.  That thought did
turn me on, and I felt something stirring in my pants.  Oh shit, I thought,
and I'm fixing to have her lay in my lap.

   "I guess..." she said distantly, and I saw her slide the shorts down her
leg and step out of them.  She was wearing panties, of course, sexy pink
panties...  damn, I thought, as she turned and steadied herself against my
shoulder...  those panties are damn near a thong...  getting to the
toothpick would be no problem, in those...

   My dick was really getting hard, now, seeing my mom in a thong.  Damn.
She finally got all situated on my lap, and I took the washrag and
carefully wiped all around the wound.  I'm washing my mom's butt, I told
myself, in case I hadn't got the message.  But my dick told me I'd gotten
it.  I carefully placed my hands on her ass, getting the tweezers ready. 
It was enough, just to touch her there.  It was more than enough.

   Enough of the toothpick was sticking out that I was able to easily grab
it with the tweezers and pull it out.  She yelped, and I apologized, and
she apologized for making me apologize.  I just sat there, and held the
washrag on the little hole in her ass, trying to get the bleeding to stop.
We talked, about inconsequential things.  I tried and tried to see if I
could tell where her asshole was, but the panties weren't that transparent.
Damn.  I checked the wound.  Still bleeding a bit.  Well, just have to sit
here a while longer, and hold a washrag on my mom's ass.  I wondered if she
could feel my erection, it didn't feel like it was pressing against her...
that much...  in a way, I wanted her to feel it, a little at least.  I
wanted her to know I was human, or something.  All that crap I said
earlier, about not wanting to screw up our relationship, I still felt that,
but in a way, I wanted her to at least know she turned me on a little.  At
least a little.



   --==+==-

   That whole toothpick thing was embarrassing.  And, it hurt like heck. 
And what I'd said earlier, about not wanting to rub his face in it...  a
day later, I'm across his knees, with my butt right in his face.  And on a
day I'd picked, for some crazy reason, to wear a thong.  Jeezus.  I was
glad he got the toothpick out, I would hate to have some doctor at a clinic
have to do that...  and then I thought, yeah, it's much better that your
hyper-hormonal teenage son put his hands on your bottom that some
middle-aged stranger.  Doofus.  I had been intensely aware of his fingers
on me, on my bare bottom...  and then, of all things, I was aware of
something poking me, on my side...  down there...  oh my gawd, I thought,
he's having an erection.  Jeezus again.  It was almost too much, and I
almost started laughing.  Funny how things work out.  I just lay there,
perched atop his erection, while he held a washrag on my bleeding bottom.
What a day.



   --==+==-

   Getting to see ninety percent of my mom's ass was just about too much
for me.  She had a perfect ass, you'd never believe it was thirty-four
years old if you saw it.  It was tight and firm and didn't have a wrinkle
or a bit of cellulite on it.  I know it was firm because I pressed my hands
into it, when I got the splinter out.  I leaned way down to look, like I
needed to get that close, and breathed in her scent again, just in love.  I
swear I could almost smell her asshole, a sweaty smell with a hint of shit,
and it turned me on so much I almost came, right there.  I know my dick was
harder than steel, and I wondered then, and wonder now, if she felt it
poking into her.  I don't think it poked that much, the way she was laying,
but I could feel her a little, on the end of it.  I wanted her to feel it,
in a way, like I said, I wanted her to know she turned me on.

   Anyway, I finally put a cotton ball and a band-aid on it, and she lay on
the couch for a while, on her stomach with her head in my lap.  She still
had her shorts off, and as she watched TV I watched her fabulous ass,
barely an arm's distance away.  I was surprised she hadn't put her shorts
back on, but pleased.  Nothing could please me more.  Well, maybe getting
to sink my fingers or face into it...



   --==+==-

   I probably should have put my shorts back on, but for several reasons, I
didn't.  I wanted the bleeding to stop, and he'd have to check it before I
went to bed.  And, the worst reason...  I knew I was exciting him, and,
crazy as it sounds, I wanted to give him that.  I wanted to make him happy.
If he wanted to look, he could look.  I knew that was as far as we could
go, but I didn't fault him for that.  I know that's evil, or wicked or
whatever, but I wanted to give him a little pleasure.  I just never dreamed
where it would lead to.  Not at that stage.



   --==+==-

   When I finally went to bed that night, all I could think of was my mom's
beautiful ass.  And how much I wanted to squeeze it and kiss it and lick
it. I was consumed with it.  I wasted no time getting my dick out, and
pumping away as I thought and dreamed of her.  I hoped to get to see it
again tomorrow, when I checked the wound.  She'd had me check it before we
went to bed, and although I'd spent the last two hours staring at her
nearly-bare ass, I still loved it.  I replaced the band-aid, and we went to
bed.  Where I tossed and turned and jerked off and almost violently
ejaculated, thinking of her, wondering if she knew what I was doing.  How
could I not?  How could she not know?  I'm a guy.  It's just what we do.



   --==+==-

   The next day was a little more laid back.  Before I went to work I let
Rob check my butt, and this time I wore a respectable pair of panties.  It
still felt weird to feel him lift them up and peer beneath them, and change
the band-aid.  I wondered what he'd done last night after he went to bed,
after he stared at my butt all evening...  I could see him sometimes out of
the corner of my eye, and I knew he stared at it.  And hell, why not, I
know I have a cute one.  I know I should feel bad about thinking like this,
but it just seemed...  kinda...  I don't know, kind of natural.  I knew he
loved me, and I loved him.  I wonder now if it was fall-out from the Dale
thing...  a rebound, or something.  I don't know.  Looking back, it just
seems like a progression of events that pressed us together...  although I
know that some of them he made happen, and, I have to admit...  some I made
or let happen.  I should feel way worse than I do...



   --==+==-

   The next week passed normally, nothing really outstanding happened,
school sucked, and Celeste ignored me, which suited me just fine.  My mom's
ass healed nicely, and didn't scar.  Finally, it was Friday night.  She
went out to eat with some ladies that she worked with, and I cruised the
strip with Randy Worthington and his sister.  His sister likes me, but
she's a big old ugly thing, I should feel bad for saying that, but I can't
imagine kissing her.  Or anything.  I finally had them drop me by the
house, and my Mom was home.  We talked a bit, and finally settled in front
of the TV.  It was still pretty early in the evening, at least.  I felt
like anything could happen.

   My mom finally got up and poured herself a glass of wine, and that
pleased me.  I liked the way she got loose and clingy when she drank.  I
was pleased, when less than an hour later, she had another.  When she
started on her third, I thought, cool, maybe I'll get somewhere, tonight. I
know I should feel bad for thinking like that, but I don't.  Just to lay on
the couch with her and hold her would be enough.  I knew I'd probably get
that, at least.



   --==+==-

   I know I had too much to drink that night.  I know I gotta watch that. I
guzzled almost a whole bottle of wine, and it really loosened me up.  Too
loose, probably.  The next thing I remember, I was laying in Rob's lap, as
he held me and whispered silly things in my ear.

   "Rob..." I finally said.  I almost had no idea what I was saying, but I
felt the urge to talk.  The urge to get some things straight between us.

   "Yes, mom..." he said, his hands around my shoulders.  I finally sat up.
He tried to pull me into his lap, but I resisted.  I felt more and more
like I just had to talk to him.

   "Honey..." I started, not really even knowing where I was going with all
this.  "Rob, honey...  you are my life, and I feel like I almost lost you,
and now I've got you back...  I love you dearly, more than anything...  I
don't ever want to go back, to the way...  the way it was when Dale was
here."

   "I know, mom..." he said, getting serious.  "I feel the same way..."

   "Honey, I'm just trying to say, you're young, you've got your whole life
in front of you...  you need to go out, and find somebody, somebody who
loves you for what you are, for what you can be..."

   I didn't feel like I was getting across what I wanted to say.  I wanted
to tell him not to fixate on me, but I was a little nervous...  what if
this wasn't about me, at all?  What if I was just imagining it?  I didn't
want to embarrass him.

   "Mom..." he said slowly, staring right into my face.  "Mom.  I love you
more than life.  You are all I need, all I'll ever need.  I just want to
stay here with you."

   "Oh, darling..." I felt myself starting to choke up.  I realized then
that it was all about me, from what he said.  "Rob, honey.  Don't make me
the focus of your life.  You're just starting out...  don't waste it on
me...  I'm an old lady now..."

   "No, no you're not.  You're perfect.  You're perfect, and I love you,"
he simply said, and, to my shock, leaned in and kissed me, right on the
lips.

   I let him kiss me, I was kind of shocked, although there's nothing wrong
with letting your kid kiss you.  This kiss, though, just felt different,
and went on a long time longer than it probably should have.

   Finally I pulled away from him.  I could feel his hot breath in my face.
My heart was pounding a million times a minute.  And...  I have to admit...
I felt a tingle...  from...  down there.  Dang it, I thought, not now. 
Don't start that stuff now.

   There was no denying it.  I forced myself to face it.  My son was
sexually exciting me.  His hand was on my bare leg, and it almost burned,
it was so hot.  I was hot, both physically...  and mentally.  Emotionally.
I was burning up.

   I didn't know what to do, so I started doing what I usually do when I
don't know what to do.  I started crying.

   "Oh, mom," he said, and I swear he was almost crying too.  He grabbed me
and pulled me over to him, and crushed my body against his.  I was almost
horrified at how right it felt.  What is happening to us?  I had time to
think.

   He put his head beside mine, his chin on my shoulder, and just held me.
It felt good.  It felt, like I said...  right.  It felt right.  I let him
hold me.  His arms felt strong and I felt safe in them.  Let this go on, I
thought, let this go on forever.  I'm happy here.  I'm safe here.  Let this
go on.

   "Mom..." he was almost whispering, his mouth in my ear.  His breath felt
good on my ear, good and hot.  It felt sexy.  Stop that, I thought, stop
thinking like that.  He's your kid.  Stop it.

   I couldn't, though.  I just melted in his arms.

   He continued to whisper.  "Mom," he said.  "We love each other.  We are
all we have.  We are all we need.  Whatever we do for love is right, is
good.  There's nothing bad about love, nothing wrong.  How could there be?
Doesn't this feel right?"

   He paused, and I hiccuped, not sure what to say.  I felt like I knew
where he was going with this, but I was powerless to stop him.

   "Mom..." he finally said.  "Let me love you.  Let's do the right thing,
let's do what we both want.  Let me love you."

   He pulled his face back, and kissed me again.  This time, for reasons
I'm still not sure of, I didn't pull back.  He was right, I thought, this
is right.  Well, it's not right...  but it was what we both wanted...  I
had to admit it to myself.  I wanted it more than anything in the world.  I
knew it wasn't right, I knew I was breaking every law and convention in the
world...  but, god...  I wanted it.

   His lips felt soft against mine, and I tasted him, I tasted his saliva
in my mouth...  he tasted good, I could even taste a hint of toothpaste.  I
don't remember enjoying a kiss so much since I was a teenager.

   That thought brought me back.  A teenager.  I was kissing a teenager. 
My son, in fact.  I slammed my head backwards, and stumbled off his lap to
my feet.

   I was crying, again.  I looked down at him.  He looked crestfallen, or
something, like he was disappointed.  I knew he was.  I knew he wanted
more, I felt it.

   "I'm sorry, Rob..." I mumbled, tears in my voice.  "I'm sorry, honey..."
I staggered out the door and to my room, and threw myself on my bed.  I was
sorry.  I didn't know what I was sorry for, for what we did, what I
allowed, or for ending it.  I just laid there, in confusion, and cried.

   I heard him enter the room, and felt him sit on the side of the bed.  I
snuffled and sniffed, and finally raised up.  I just looked at him, and
melted again.  Before I knew it I was in his arms, and he held me as I
cried some more.

   "Mom..." he said.  I sighed, and waited.  I almost felt like I knew what
he was going to say.  What did I do, I thought to myself, to get him in
this condition?  Had I led him along?  Was this my fault?  I didn't feel
fair in blaming him for it, he was just a kid.  How had this started?

   "Mom," he said, "please.  You didn't do anything wrong.  Please don't
cry..."

   I looked up at him, helpless.  "Rob..." I finally said, "I know what you
want...  and I have to admit, I want it, too...  I know it's wrong, and you
know it's wrong...  we just can't, honey...  it has to end here...  I've
already let it get out of hand, and I'm sorry..."

   "Mom," he interrupted, "don't.  Don't say that, and don't feel that.  It
was beautiful, you have to admit.  You feel it, too.  I know you do.  Don't
worry about what society thinks is right or wrong...  trust your feelings.
Trust me."

   I sighed, and cried some more.  Once again, it felt good to just lay
there in his lap and let him hold me.  I tried to think about what he was
saying.  I knew he was just saying it because he wanted me.  That didn't
make it right.  But I felt for him.  I wanted to make him happy.  But I
couldn't...  I just couldn't.  I knew what was right, and what was wrong.

   We talked, into the night.  I tried to make him understand, and I think
he did understand, but I think he just wanted what he wanted even more.  He
tried make me come around to his point of view, and he was very persuasive.
I felt, more and more, an attraction to what he was saying.  To just give
up, and drown myself in his love.  I hate to admit it, but I have to admit
it.  The attraction was strong.  I kept looking at him and thinking, what
are you doing, what are you thinking...  this is your son...  this child
came from your body...  are you insane?

   He was finally silent, and I just lay there in his lap, exhausted.



   --==+==-

   She finally went to sleep, laying there on my lap.  She'd stopped
crying, at least, and I felt like she was listening to me, to my arguments.
I almost felt a little hope that I was winning her over, but I knew how
strong a lifetime of conditioning was, at the same time.  It felt good just
to sit there on her bed and hold her, she was soft and warm and smelled
good.  I wanted to lay her down, and lay beside her, but I knew she'd wake
up if I tried that.

   At least she knows, I thought, at least she knows how I feel about her
now.  And she took it better than I thought she would.



   --==+==-

   I woke up.  I was still laying on him, my upper body in his lap, my head
on his leg.  He was patiently waiting for me to wake up, I guess, or for
morning to get here.  I raised up, and looked at the clock.  Jesus, it was
almost three.  I woozily sat up, and looked over at Rob.  He stared back,
solemn, solid as ever.  I felt a burst of love for him that dwarfed
everything so far.  I felt like I realized how much he loved me.  I could
almost feel it as a physical thing, from him.  I sighed.  Nothing was going
to be easy, from here on.

   "Mom," he said, and I raised an eyebrow at him.

   "Mom, just lay down and go to sleep.  It's three AM." he said, and he
stood beside my bed.  I scooted up to my sleeping position, and put my legs
beneath the blanket.  He sat again, on the side of my bed, and put his arm
on my waist.  I searched my mind for something to say, something profound,
something to make all the confusion go away, and put us back in a normal
mother son relationship.  My mind was totally blank, though.

   He spoke before I could gather my thoughts.

   "Mom.  You know how I feel.  I love you.  If you don't say another word
about this in the morning, I'll never bring it up again.  Things will be
the way they were.  It's all up to you, as it should be.  Just never forget
how much I love you.  Promise?"

   I was silent for a moment, mulling over what he'd said.  Over his offer,
basically.  I respected him for offering, although I knew that probably we
could never really go back to things the way they were before.  This
incident would flavor our relationship from now on, for better or worse. 
You can never go back, as they say.  But I believed him.  He'd try.  I knew
he'd still want me, and I'd still want him.  But we'd try.  That's how it
had to be.

   I motioned him to me.  He leaned in, close to my face.  I pulled at his
body, and he crawled up onto my bed, laying beside me.  I pushed against
his shoulder, and he finally figured out what I wanted, and laid back
against me, his back against my stomach, spoon-fashion.  I wanted, for some
crazy reason, to give him some of that intimacy he seemed to crave, before
I pushed him away forever.  Just tonight, I thought.  Just what's left of
tonight.  I leaned my head up over his head, and whispered in his ear.

   "Rob, honey...  thank you...  thanks for seeing how it just has to be.
Darling...  I'm so sorry...  no one is sorrier than I am...  but it just
has to be like this.  We just can't, honey..."

   I felt him nod.  I hoped he understood.  I hoped I wasn't mixing him up
by holding him, one last time.  I clasped him to me, and tears began to
drip from beneath my eyelids.  I kissed his ear, and lay my head down
behind his.



   --==+==-

   Even though I felt like she was telling me no, it was sexier than hell
to lay in my mom's bed and have her hold me, just like I was a little baby.
I wondered if this was the last time, the only time, we'd do this.  It was
almost enough, although I kind of wished we were reversed, and I was
holding her.  But, it was enough, for now.  It seemed like she was going to
ask me to do what I'd said, go back to simply being her son.  I'd try, if
that's what she really wanted.  But always, deep down inside, I'd love her,
as much as I did, right now.

   I'll do what she wants, if that's what she wants.  We'll go back to just
being mother and son.  It'll be hard, and I'll always probably love her
just a little more than I should, but I'll do it for her.  I guess I have
no choice.  I sighed and closed my eyes, and let her hold me.



   --==+==-

   I was suddenly awake, and took a look at the clock on my dresser.  It
was almost five.  The sun should be coming up, here in a bit.  Rob slept
beside me, his breathing steady and even.  I touched his arm, and it was
cold.  I pulled as much of the blanket up over him as I could, and nodded
off again.

   I got up long before he did, and showered and changed into some fresh
clothes.  I fixed a nice breakfast, and he stumbled in, at last, and we
ate. I went shopping later with Cindy, and I'm not sure what he did the
rest of the day.  We caught up again that night, and I cooked a pizza and
we settled in front of the TV, like we usually did.

   He seemed true to his word.  He didn't hang over me, or moon over me. 
It seemed like old times.  And, weirdly, by the end of the evening, I
realized that it was just not enough.  It's me, I told myself.  It's really
me, doing this.  Feeling this.  I longed to feel his arms around me, again,
like he had done last night.  I longed to hear his steady breathing, in the
still of the night, and feel his warmth next to me.  Except this time, I
wanted him under the blanket.  Under the blanket, with me.

   I forced myself to stop, and be objective.  What could come of this?  I
asked myself.  Nothing good, myself answered.  Things like this aren't
done, and aren't done for a good reason.  Maybe we just never hear about
the times it works, my mind said.  Maybe we just hear about the bad ones.
Maybe it works, hundreds of times.  Thousands.  Maybe it is love, true
love, not just familial love.  Maybe we were meant for each other. 
Considering how I feel about him, hell, it's more than maybe.

   Awww, my subconscious piped up, you're just rebounding from stupid-ass
Dale.  This is just a little puppy-love thing.  A year from now you'll both
laugh about this, and have girlfriends and boyfriends of your own.  Parents
don't fall in love with their children.  They're already in love with their
children, but a different kind of love.

   Shit no, said my pussy, I'm wet.  He makes me wet.  Thinking about him
makes me wet.  See?  Shut up, said my subconscious, who asked you, you
stupid cunt.  Fuck you!  said my pussy, bristling.  I stopped the
conversation.  It was stupid, and proved nothing.  Maybe sometimes these
things did work out.  Could I be so lucky?  Could I finally have found the
love I'd spent my whole life searching for?  Could I be enough for him? 
What would the future hold, when I was an old lady and he a middle-aged
man, with the needs and desires of a man?  Would this just be a spring
fling, if I went ahead and flung it?

   Too many questions, I thought.  I moved two feet over on the couch, and
reached for him, and leaned him down into my lap.  He lay easily.  I put my
hand on his neck, and stroked his head.  This head, I thought, this head,
at one time, came into the world through my vagina.  I made him, inside my
body.  He came from me.  He was part of me, for a while, until the cord was
cut.  He doesn't remember it, but he's already seen my pussy.  From the
inside, no less.  I realized, with almost horror, that I was anticipating
showing it to him again.  The thought had occurred to me, without realizing
the ramifications, that I needed to shave again, so I wouldn't be... 
prickly for him.  I realized that something had happened, without my
knowledge or involving me in the decision making process.  I was preparing
myself to have sex with him.  With my son.  With my own flesh and blood.  I
knew that's what he wanted, deep inside.  I felt it from him.  I felt his
lust for me, and I hungered for it.  I had some of my own, for him.  How
had it gone this far, this fast?  I asked myself.  What the holy goddam
fuck is wrong with you, girl?

   All that blasted through my mind in just a few moments.  I realized my
mind was made up, for better or worse.  I wanted what he wanted, and I
wanted most of all to make him happy.  To give him what he wanted.

   "Rob," I leaned down and whispered directly into his ear.  I knew from
experience that felt sexy, when somebody did that.  It always make chills
go up my spine.

   "What..." he whispered back, and I could hear the puzzlement in his
voice.

   "Robert," I said, starting again.  He sat up, seeming to know that
something momentous was happening.

   "First," I said, "you must always remember that I love you more than
life, than anything or anybody in the world.  You.  Only you.  You are all
I have.  I cannot afford to lose you.  Not over something as silly as... 
us making love, or something of that nature."

   He nodded, still seeming puzzled.

   "If..." I said, "if we do...  allow our feeling for each other to run
full course, you must promise me, promise me your most sacred strongest
promise never to let it get out of hand.  Never let it get to the point of
regret.  If we feel that starting, we have to pull back.  We have to.  We
cannot risk damage to our relationship."

   He nodded somberly.  I think he was starting to see where I was going.

   "The odds are against us.  We'll have to try, really hard, if we choose
this path, Rob.  We'll have to fight everything from human nature to mental
conditioning that we don't even know we have.  Please, please...  please
make it worth the fight, if you choose this path."

   I stopped, and stared him right in the face.  He stared back, an
understandably serious look on his face.

   "Rob," I said, "I'm going to bed.  Sit in here at least an hour, and
think about what I said.  Think about it harder than you've ever thought
about anything in your life.  This is almost an all-or-nothing thing...  I
mean, I think we could recover, if things didn't work out, but it'll be
harder than hell.  Consider the risks, is all I ask.  When you decide,
either go on to bed, or come to me.  If you go to bed, we'll never speak of
this again, and I'll move heaven and earth to continue on just as we were,
before this.  If you come to me, I'll...  I'll...  we'll just see what
happens.  Just remember most of all that I love you, you are the most
precious thing in my life.  I will die for you.  I love you."

   I finally shut up, I felt like I'd started rambling.  I leaned forward,
and kissed him, and I thought, maybe this is the last kiss.  I held it
longer than I should have, and felt his lips moving beneath mine.  I
finally broke it off and stood, and left the room, never looking back.



   --==+==-

   I felt like I understood her completely.  I admired her and loved her
all the more for what she'd said.  I already knew what I was going to do,
of course.  My mind had been made up, long ago.  It was just a matter of
getting her around to my point of view.  I knew she was right, that we were
risking damage to our relationship, but I felt like the rightness of what
we wanted was stronger than that.  I felt like it was simply meant to
happen, and I was glad that she was seeing it that way, now.

   What will happen, I thought, later?  When I'm say, thirty, she'll be
what, forty eight?  Will she be enough for me, then?  Will she still be
sexy?  Will it matter, after that much time?  Is this just a fling?  I
wanted it to be more than that, I wanted it to be forever.  I didn't care.
I just wanted her.  Something inside me wanted her more than life, even.  I
could survive without her, I knew.  I just didn't want to.

   I'll give her that hour, I thought, and then I'll climb in her bed.  I
won't press her, though, this, the first night.  I'll just hold her. 
That's what I want most of all, anyway.  Just to hold her, and feel her
next to me.  To know she's thinking of me, as much as I'm thinking of her.

   I heard her in the main bathroom, brushing her teeth.  Shit, I thought,
remember to do that yourself.  I looked at the clock.  Just an hour to go.



   --==+==-

   I knew good and well his mind was already made up.  As made up as mine
was.  I felt happy, almost giddy.  My subconscious was blessedly silent,
the little bastard.  I went into my bedroom, leaving the door half open.  I
languidly stripped my shorts and shirt off, and after a moment of thought,
my bra and panties.  I stood for a moment, naked, and ran my hands down my
body.  I still felt firm and tight, even as over-critical as I am about
myself.  I knew I looked good.  I knew I was sexy.  Not bad, I thought, for
middle age.  Not fucking bad.

   I crawled in bed, still naked.  It excited me to think of what he'd
think, when he came.  I knew he'd come.  There was no doubt in my mind. 
I'd given him a choice, though, like I should have, and I think I'd
honestly tried to present both sides.  To at least make him stop and think.
Maybe, maybe not.  I think by now I wanted it as much as he did.  I took a
deep breath and relaxed.  I knew there was no way I'd go to sleep before he
arrived.  I looked at the clock.  Fifty five minutes to go.



   --==+==-

   I was a little torn over what to wear.  What is the proper attire for
climbing into one's mother's bed?  I finally decided to sleep with her as I
slept normally, naked.  That took some nerve, but I did it.  I made it to
fifty minutes, and stood, turning off the TV.  I dropped my pants and
shorts, and took off my shirt.  Oddly, my dick wasn't hard, though it had
been as I sat and thought about what was possibly going to happen.  Like I
said, not the first night.  I wouldn't push her the first night.  If this
was for real, there'd be plenty of time for that, later.



   --==+==-

   I came to with a start.  Something had made a tiny noise.  I knew what
it was.  I whipped the bedclothes back, and he climbed in beside me.  I
could barely see him, in the dim light from the hall...  and damn...  he
looked naked, even.  I admired his courage.

   I pulled him to me, and felt his naked skin rub against mine.  Sweet
jeezus, I was turned on.  I never felt it that strong, not even when I was
a teenager, losing my cherry in the back seat of a car.  I was almost
crazy. I pulled him against me, and smashed my mouth to his.  I tasted
toothpaste, and giggled, and he giggled back.  My tongue touched his, and
fuck...  it was sexy.



   --==+==-

   All that shit I said about not tonight...  shit...  she was on me like a
tiger when I crawled into her bed.  I had thought of a half-dozen things to
say, to explain myself to her, to tell her how much I loved her and was
going to love her...  but I didn't have a chance.  Our mouths were glued
together, and her hands were all over me.  I grabbed her waist, and pulled
her against me, and fuck...  she was naked, too.  My dick just exploded, I
almost thought it was asleep until that moment, but it was hard in two
heartbeats, and damn...  damn she felt good against me.

   I dropped my hands and seized her beautiful ass, burying my fingers in
it, running my hands into her sweaty asscrack, loving the hot wet feeling
of it.  Goddam but she has a sexy ass, and I knew now my dream of having it
on my face was almost a reality.  My cock rubbed against her belly, leaving
a trail of pre-cum.  I was fucking turned on, major.



   --==+==-

   I have no idea what came over me when Rob climbed into my bed, except
for simple animal lust.  I felt like it was my first time.  All those other
times didn't count.  Those other times were simply having sex.  Those times
with Dale?  That was simply having sex, being his sperm receptacle.  This
time, now, I was going to make love.  I was going to be made love to.  It
was going to be done right.

   I felt his hands in my butt-crack, and I growled in his mouth.  I bit
his tongue, and heard him snort.  I scratched my way down his back, and
grabbed his ass, and gave him some back.  I even touched his asshole,
causing him to snort again.  I laughed in his mouth, and poked my finger
into him a little.  He did jump then, and I really laughed.  He moved down,
and I felt his mouth on my nipple, and shit, did that ever turn me on.  I
wrapped my arms around his back, and pulled his face into my chest.  His
mouth was hot and wet on my hard tit.



   --==+==-

   She was just fucking crazy, there's no other way to describe it.  She
was going nuts, and I was just about as crazy.  We just attacked each
other, basically.  Our legs were tangling together, crossing and
uncrossing, and I smashed my waist into her crotch as I sucked her fabulous
tit.  Her tits were incredible, I hadn't seen them yet, it was too dark in
the room, but I could feel her huge fat puffy nipple in my mouth, and I
almost shot my wad then and there.  How, I thought, how am I ever going to
keep from cumming when I push into her sweet cunt?  I'm not sure I can even
make it that far.  Jeezus.  I was turned on.

   Celeste had never had this effect on me, I was a proper gentleman with
her.  I'd rubbed her pussy and felt her boobs, but she'd just sat there,
like she was tolerating me.  Nothing like this.  My mom was eating me
alive, almost.  She was blowing my mind, I could tell how bad she wanted
it, how bad she wanted me.  She was so aggressive she almost scared me.  I
wondered how long she'd held this in.  I'm sure Dale didn't satisfy her, he
was a selfish bastard, he probably only cared about his pleasure.  I
promised myself to give her more that I took, to make this something
special for her.  If I could, shit, this is my first time.  I just hoped I
could get inside her before I shot off.



   --==+==-

   I wanted him, bad.  I was hungry for him.  I wanted, right then, dammit,
to feel his cock inside me.  In my pussy, my cunt.  I rolled around and
wiggled and pulled him back up, away from my breasts.  I was finally laying
on my back, with him on top of me.  I grabbed his head, and whispered in
his ear, "Rob, honey...  fuck me...  fuck me now!"

   I don't know if he was shocked at my language, but I was.  What have I
become, I had time to think, but then the sensations blasting through my
mind blew it away.  His hard cock scraped across my pussy, literally
rubbing my clit, and I almost came, I was so turned on.  I reached down and
grabbed his cock with my hand, and tried to guide it into my cunt.

   "Move up a little, honey," I said, and he did, and finally I felt the
head of his cock inbetween my pussy lips.

   "Mom..." he said, "I'm still...  a virgin..."

   "Not anymore," I grunted, grabbing him by his ass cheeks, and pulling
him into me.  I was wetter than shit, and his cock slid into me like a
piston.  Fuck, it felt good.  I'm not the tightest ship on the sea, I mean,
hell, I've had a kid, but I'm no loose goose, either, and damn he felt
good, sliding into my cunt.  His cock felt ten feet long and a foot across,
it just blew me away.  I've looked at it, since then, and it's probably
about average, but that night, it felt like King Kong was fucking me.  Or
King Dong, whatever.  Damn, anyway, he felt good inside me.  I haven't had
a satisfying fuck since Rob's dad left me, probably, but this one was the
most satisfying of my life.  This is the standard, I thought.  I pressed my
mouth against his, and breathed his breath into my body.



   --==+==-

   My mom basically raped me, and it was sexier than fuck.  She grabbed my
ass, and smashed our waists together, and my cock slid into her pussy
perfectly.  Her pussy felt like wet silk on the head of my cock, and I
almost came that instant, but I somehow managed to hold back.  I felt my
balls, even, grinding against her, down by her asshole.  Damn, it was sexy.

   I pulled out, and pumped in, and she gasped and groaned.  I could tell
it felt good for her.  I started pumping, and she moaned and wiggled
underneath me, it was almost like riding a bucking bronc.  I finally got my
hands beneath her, and buried them in her sweet ass, squeezing and kneading
her.  We just simply fucked for a while, pounding in and out, and I finally
poked my index finger in her asshole a bit.  She growled then, and I knew
it was a good growl, and before long I was pumping my finger in and out of
her asshole as my cock went in and out of her cunt.  It was just way too
cool.

   When she came, I almost lost it, she just went totally fucking bananas,
bouncing and crying out, it just blew me away.  I had no idea chicks really
did that, I thought that was just for the internet and shit.  She dug her
fingernails into my back, and arched her head back, her mouth open, her
eyes squinched shut.  She came hard, I could tell.  I just pumped away, and
finally she calmed down a little.

   "Thank you, honey," she murmured, and I laughed.  Shit, I thought, you
pretty much did it all, I just tried to hang on.

   Finally my dick just couldn't take it any longer.  I felt my legs start
to cramp, and something inside me squeezed hard, and I started cumming, and
it was the best cum I've ever had, bar none.  My finger was still in her
ass, and my other hand buried in her butt cheek.  I gave a big groan, and
she opened her eyes, and smiled at me, as I came.  When I was done she put
her face in mine, and we kissed again, for a long time.  It was incredible.



   --==+==-

   I hope I made his first time special.  I think I did.  I was kinda
selfish, I was fucking him for myself, first, I think, but I still think it
went well.  He came as hard as I did, it seemed like.  When it was over we
just laid there, exhausted.  I remembered I'd told myself earlier to take
it slow, and I laughed to myself.  Damn.  I was possessed, or something.  I
guess I had needed that, for years.  A truly satisfying fuck, I thought. 
Finally.  Thank you.



   --==+==-

   That's it, I guess.  I got my greatest wish later that morning, I
crawled down her body and tasted her sweet pussy on my lips.  It was sexier
than hell, although it tasted slightly of my sperm, it was still
unbelievably good.  She has one sexy cunt, for sure.  Even though it needed
a shave.  I made a promise to eat her pussy every night for the rest of my
life.  And her asshole.  It was as sweet as her cunt, and it didn't have a
spermy aftertaste.  I ate her ass like candy, and loved it.

   That's it, that's our story.  We'll see what the future holds, I guess,
we'll see if we can pull this off.  Simply keeping it a secret is going to
be hard work, I want to let the whole world know, I'm that proud of her. 
But I know the way it has to be.  No one can ever know.  We're just a
simple mother and son, living in the suburbs.  What we do when we're home
alone is nobody's business but our own.  Surely you can respect that.



   --==+==-

   I know it's not going to be easy, but I think we're off to a good start.
There is a fiery passion to our relationship that I think will take years
to cool, if ever.  He is consumed with me, and I him.  We have a strong
love, and so far, this has done nothing but make it stronger.  I have
confidence that we can pull this off.  I have confidence in him, and most
importantly, in myself.  We're young, and in love...  love will make it
work, for us.  I hope that everyone, at least at one point in their life,
can feel what we feel.  I hope that for everybody.



   --==+==-

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