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 Son of Hippies Tags: mother, massages, come-on, reluctance, steamy sex,
masturbation, Listening to my mother getting fucked in the adjacent bedroom
gives me the best hand job ever.

   I was the lucky son born to a couple of hippies.  My parents were quite
young, open minded and free spirited.  They lived in a tribalistic commune
and embraced the sexual revolution and really lived up to the slogan: Make
love, not war.  They got their highs by exploring with various drugs, such
as cannabis, LSD and magic mushrooms, and had nothing but unbelievable fun.

   I enjoyed my childhood as well.  It was very entertaining growing up
with a multitude of youngsters and adults.  There was never ever a bored
moment and I couldn't imagine my life being any different.  But after a few
years my father kind of had enough of this lifestyle and urged my mother to
move away with him.  My mother was reluctant, she loved living in sin,
drinking and smoking and being surrounded by all the other nice members of
our commune.

   My father felt he could give me a more stable life and took me with him.
But he struggled greatly, trying to balance a full time job while raising
his young son.  After a few very challenging months he had no other choice
than returning me to my mother.

   And I was more than happy being back with her.  Even though she was
doped up most of the time, she was a very attentive mother.  She was always
there for me, never had a bad word to say.  She was always smiling and in a
good mood, and preached about peace and love.  She was very talented of
giving massages and had quite a few regular costumers, who praised her for
her magic hands.  I often watched her and studied her hand and finger
movements and then I practiced on giving back rubs to other youngsters.

   Every evening, when tucking me in, my mother gave me a back or a foot
massage.  It was so soothing and relaxing and I slept so well after, and
had the sweetest dreams.  But soon our harmonious life changed.  The hippie
movement had had its run, and one after another of the commune members
packed up and left.  At the end there was only a handful left, and we no
longer could afford to stay in this huge mansion.  Mom and I moved in with
Jerry, who lived two houses down the street.

   Jerry was in his mid forties a real nice guy.  He bought a massage table
for my mom and had some business cards printed up for her.  The word spread
quickly and soon my mother had quite a long list of clientele.  She loved
her new success, but I don't think she was willing to give up her past
completely.  She still drank and smoked pot and constantly reminisced about
the good old days.  I could tell that she was very lonely and missed the
lively actions of the commune life.  I tried to be there for her as much as
possible.

   When ever Jerry was around they had a great time together, and through
the thin walls I could hear they also had awesome sex.  But he was a long
distance truck driver and was often gone days or even weeks on end.  As I
matured I understood what my mother was missing, but what could I do about
it?  Nothing really.

   In the evening, while sitting on the couch, watching TV, I often rubbed
her feet.  She laid back, closed her eyes and enjoyed my little massages.
Eventually, she asked me to massage her legs.  I didn't think anything of
it and when she asked me to rub her knees and thighs, I did it for her. 
But I soon realized that her heavy breathing and the goose bumps covering
her skin, wasn't just from me massaging her.  I think she was getting
somehow sexually aroused.  I was kind of shocked.  I never looked at my
mother as being an available sexual object; well, at least not for me.  I
know, they had wild orgies while living at the commune, but I am not one of
those liberated hippies.  I am her 17 year old son.  I was kind of confused
and rather happy, that the program on TV had just ended, and that it was
time to turn in.

   In the past, my mother always wore some comfortable pajamas, while
hanging out in the living room with me.  But lately I had noticed that she
had bought some provocative outfits, and slipped into a different one every
evening.  Sometimes she offered me to join her for a drink and wanted more
than just her feet and legs massaged.  She lay flat on her belly and asked
me nicely to give her a back rub, just like she had done thousands of times
for me.  Oh yes, I admit, they felt great and so soothing!  But my body
never shivered like hers, nor did I ever moan loudly they way she did.

   At first, it made me feel uneasy doing this to her, but eventually I
started to enjoy feeling my mother's body trembling with excitement by my
tender touch.  She always complimented me and praised me for having the
same magic hands as her.  I was starting to look forward for the evening to
come.  And it seamed, every day she pushed the envelope a little bit
further.

   Then one evening, after giving her a short back rub she rolled over and
asked me to massage her front.  She was wearing some tiny panties and a
matching silky camisole.  Just seconds after my hands were gliding over her
thighs, they were covered in goose bumps and her nipples became very
visible through the silky fabric of her top.  She didn't close her eyes,
she kept staring at me, studying my reaction and I was getting more and
more nervous.  She slightly opened up her legs and I could see a damp spot
forming on her sexy panties.  A womanly fragrance drifted up into the air
and tickled my nose with curiosity.  Gosh I would have loved to bend down
and take a good sniff of my mother's moist pussy.

   Just then she lifted her camisole, tapped her fingers on her belly and
whispered in a smoky voice, "Oh yes baby, give me a good massage,
everywhere, all over!"

   Her chest was heaving by her heavy breathing as my shaky hands kneaded
her delicate flesh.  And the flesh between my legs was reacting too.  I
could feel it swelling up and struggling to escape the confinement of my
briefs.  I had a hard on many times before, while spying on girls in the
locker room at school.  But my penis was never big and aching like it was
this time.  God, it felt as it was going to explode any minute.

   Then my mother reached for the hem of the camisole and slowly pulled it
up, unsheathing her breasts.  My eyes flew open and my jaw dropped, and my
breath got caught in my throat.  Two well rounded mounds adorned with perky
little nubs were staring right at me, and instantly prompted me to spill my
seed into my pants.  My body was all tense and my hands were clutching my
mother's rib cage, as spurt after spurt of my warm cum filled up my briefs.
There was so much of it and I could feel it running down my thighs.

   Instantly my mother knew that something had happened.  She lifted her
head and glanced at my obvious wet bulge, and then she winked at me with a
nasty grin.  I was so freaking ashamed and could feel my face blushing,
turning red like a ripe tomato.

   "Oh nice baby, you are growing into a young man.  Drop your pants, let
me see what you've got there." She said excitedly.

   But I was too embarrassed and ran off to the bathroom, ripped off my
clothes and quickly stepped into the shower.  I hosed the gooey cream off
me and then soaped up my penis.  While I was washing myself I could hear
the doorknob turning, but luckily I had locked the door.  I really couldn't
face my mother now in this awkward situation.  I spent way more time than
needed in the bathroom, in the hope that my mother would go off to bed. 
Then when I heard no more TV and it was all quiet, I sneaked into my
bedroom, locked my door and went straight to bed.

   The next morning, I didn't sit down for breakfast like I usual do.  I
grabbed it and ate it on my way to school.  My thoughts were running wild
and I had a hard time concentrating in the classroom.  I knew, my mother
was a hippie and had uninhibited sex with plenty of men, which I never
condemned.  But I am her flesh and blood!  What the hell is going on with
her?

   Luckily, that evening when I returned home, Jerry was there.  I don't
think I was ever happier to see him as I was at that moment.  His presence
sure smoothed over the existing awkwardness.

   We had a nice supper together and afterwards the two of them cuddled up
on the couch.  I went to my room to catch up on my homework.

   Shortly after 10 P.M.  I heard the bed squeak and my mom moaning.  I had
heard this countless times before, but this time it was very different. 
Somehow I got extremely aroused, knowing that Jerry was fucking my mother's
wet pussy.  My cock was big and throbbing and I got the urge to get up and
press my ear against the thin wall that separates our rooms.  I closed my
eyes and pictured my mom's bare boobs, those beautiful firm mounds she had
shown to me the previous night.  Oh yes, your damn right, I would have
loved to touch them and tenderly massage them for her.  And then my
thoughts drifted to that little wet spot in her panties, which seamed to
grow in size.  I tried very hard to imagine what may lie behind it.  Oh
god, it must be a very juicy pussy, which is being rammed right now by
Jerry's big cock.  Hmm, I wonder if his cock is bigger than mine.  Would
mommy be happy with it?

   While those sexual thoughts were flooding my mind, my hand kept
systematically stroking the full length of my elongated shaft.  As I closed
my eyes I remember her intoxicating pussy fragrance of which I happened to
get a little sniff of.  I inhaled deeply and I almost could smell it again.
Oh god, why the hell did I run away?  Will I ever get another chance like
that again?

   Then her ecstatic screams ripped me out of my thoughts, and I started
wanking my cock harder.

   She yelled, "Oh yeah honey, fuck me hard.  Make me cum, I need it so
badly.  I haven't had sex for two long weeks!  Come on, give it to me!"

   The squeaking of the bed increased and the headboard kept on banging
against my wall.  She yelped and squealed like I had never heard her
before.

   I yanked my throbbing cock like a piece of raw meat and was ready to
blow.  Just then I heard my mother screaming again, "Oh
fuck...yeesss...yesss, you got me.  Oh good lord...yeessss!"

   "Oh fuck yesss, me too!" I yelled out loud, when hot and powerful like a
steam engine my first big jet of cum came shooting out, splashing against
the wall, followed by another and another one, hitting the wall and running
down in a gooey stream.  My whole body was shaking and my knees almost gave
in, as the last few drops were spilling out of my penis slit.

   I was standing there, breathless, still listening to the wild sex
happening on the other site of the wall.  Jerry was grunting and calling my
mother filthy names.  I was appalled, how can he be so mean to her?

   But then I heard my mother saying, "Oh yesss, I am a slut!  I love to be
you're dirty cum slut.  Come on man, fuck your slut and make her cum
again."

   Hearing my mother talk vulgar like this, somehow really turned me on. 
Even though I just had blown out the biggest cum load ever, my half limp
cock was twitching with arousal.  I stood there in disbelief, watching my
cock jolting and getting hard again.  Those noises, the moaning, screaming
and grunting, the sounds of naked skin clashing together, and the freaking
bed squeaking like hell, which made my room vibrate, all that had my cock
growing stiff like a steel rod.  Holly fucking shit, I wished I could join
them.  I wished I could show my mother my huge erection and bury it in her
slutty cunt.

   I started jerking my rock hard cock.  Fuck, it looked like it had grown
into a monster, a fucking big horny monster.  I put both of my hands on it
and slipped them up and down on my gooey shaft.  It felt so damn good and I
didn't even try to mellow my pleasures.  I let them out, loud and audible,
just the way my mother and Jerry did.

   Then I heard Jerry yowling like wolf and my mother screaming, "Oh yesss,
fill my cunt!  Fill my slutty cunt baby!"

   And after a few more minutes all the noises died down.
   Oh shit, they are done.  And here I am with such a huge hard on...