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 Anonymous Tale (inc)

   I am a 40 years old physician, a husband, and a father.  I have
practiced psychiatry and psychoanalysis for over 15 years.  By any
reasonable standard, my life is a success.  But for most of my life, I have
been hiding some shameful secrets.  For many years, I am a "tit-guy"... 
and To this day a set of tits will make my mouth water and cause that
SENSATION in my crotch.  I have a special affinity for breasts- all women's
big breasts in general but particularly my mother's.

   I was born into a religious family, into a family, though, with many
problems.  We were one thing on the outside and something else on the
inside.  Within the family, there was no peace.  My father had turned to
religion when he was eighteen but with little effect other than to quit
smoking and drinking.  My mother had come from a strongly religious family
whose father was quite well-known as a preacher and she had learned how to
act in such a way as to receive the admiration of all around her.  My
father envied his father-in-law and so with the condescending help of my
mother, he tried to become like his wife's father but rather
unsuccessfully.

   My mother had bitterness deep within her heart that she never faced. 
She hated authority, she hated men, she hated almost everyone and she
delighted in the downfall of others so that she might feel good about
herself.  She should never have married my father and he her.  They were
very incompatible, my father sometimes being angry all of a day.

   I don't think that Mom and Dad had sex very often, because, for as long
as I could remember, they slept in separate bedrooms.  Oh, on extremely
rare occasions, late at night I would hear footsteps, and a bedroom door
opening or closing.  But, that was the only indication I had that anything
at all was going on between them.  I never even saw them kiss.  Sure, once
in awhile I'd see one give the other, a little quick kiss on the cheek or
lips, if one was going on a trip or something.

   When I was fifteen we moved to a more isolated part of the country and
had less visitors and people who "hung around".  I was still very much a
virgin.  Shit, I'd never even felt a girl's tit.  I know that you will find
this difficult to believe, but I never even masturbated!!!!!  I do remember
having a lot of "nocturnal emissions", though.  I can't recall just how I
hid the evidence of those wet-dreams.

   That was the time when I became a peeping tom.  One day I saw my mom's
left breast by accident, and my heart started POUNDING!  That wasn't the
only one of my lucky times though.  A lot of people tend to think it's
wrong to see your mom's breasts unless you're a baby.  To me if seeing
other people naked is natural then Parents are no different.  The human
body is nature.  I just admired her beautiful areola, that's all.

   Shit!  I knew in my heart that these thoughts were wrong!  I had no
business looking at Mom this way, and damn sure shouldn't be having these
kinds of thoughts.  Compared to the kids of the 90s, I knew very little
about sex.  It sure as hell wasn't explained to me at home...  so most of
my sex education came in the boys room at school...  listening to the other
guys.  I may not have known much, butt I did know that I wanted to see my
Mom without her undergarments on!!!  For weeks and months, I'd been
thinking about it, and wondering how the hell I could make this fantasy
come true.  I had become obsessed with the idea, and it was driving me
fuckin-nuts!  God!!  How I wanted to see that body...  or at least touch
the shiny material that covered that ass and those tits!!!!!

   Even though this incident occurred years ago, most of it is permanently
etched in my memory.  My mom was about five-two, and probably weighed
between around one-forty and one forty-five.  Not fat, but definitely not
slender, either.  She had great tits that I'd guess to be 36Ds...  With a
enough sag, to make them extremely sexy too me.  She was 35 or 36 at that
time, and had what is referred to, as a mature figure.  Mom had dark brown
hair, and her beautiful brown eyes highlighted her face.

   I had a strong emotional relationship with mom.  I was her confidante
and sympathizer.  I thought that my father was an evil, awful man.  I felt
that I was closer to my mother than he was.  I would tell my mother what to
wear, what to cook for supper, what to say etc.  I was always complimenting
her on her looks and her person, demeanor, etc.  She wanted this from me
(she needed it from someone), and in return for this personal attention she
would pay attention to my wants (not needs).  If I wanted a chocolate bar
she gave it to me.  If I wanted pizza, she made it for me.  If I didn't
want to do the farm chores she would help me to get them done.  She spoiled
me and made me first in her life.  This, of course, created tension with my
father who was supposed to be first in her life.  The problem was that he
wanted me to be with her because he knew it made her happy (he even told me
this) and so for the most part I spent time with my mother and he left us
alone.  Yet my father's own needs for honour and respect would arise at
times and then there would be jealousy and trouble.

   One day when we were alone my mother told me of her sexual abuse at the
hands of her father, when she was a teenager and her mother was ill.  She
said that she was telling me of her abuse as a warning--that her father and
the other men in her family were "over-sexed", and now that I was old
enough to ejaculate, I would be over-sexed too.''

   My mother used to dress in a revealing way toward me and would allow me
to see her in her lingerie.  Who needed Playboy when I had my mother?  I
started looking for ...  the sight of more naked flesh.  The sight of
uncovered tits...  and aureoles...  and nipples...  and ASS!

   One particular morning...  like most of the others...  I saw mom going
in the bathroom and followed her.

   Mom was standing at the sink, in front of the mirror, when I walked in.
She'd just finished brushing her teeth, and looking in the mirror at me, I
think she noticed me looking at the reflection of her bra-covered breasts.
I looked up, as she turned toward me.  With a look and tone of displeasure,
she said,

   "Why do always pick the times when I'm in here, to be looking for
something?"

   Sheepishly, and without actually making direct eye contact, I started
stammering,

   "Mom, there's s-s-something I've just got to t-t-tell you."

   Some of the harshness left her voice, as she said,

   "What is it, Buddy?  You sound so worried.  You know you can tell me
anything."

   Yeah, I thought, anything butt this....

   "I...  er....don't know....  um.....  ah...  just how to....say it,
Mom."

   "That's silly, just come right out and tell me.  Haven't I always
listened to everything you had to tell me?  Haven't we always been able to
talk?

   Blushing and trying to find a way out of this before I went too far, I
said,

   "Never mind, Mom...  y-y-you're in a hurry.  It'll wait til some other
time."

   "No it won't.  Are you in some kind of trouble?"

   "Awww...  no, Mom.  It's nothing like that.  It's really nothing
important."

   "Nonsense!!  I can tell by the look on your face, and the tone of your
voice, that something is bothering you terribly.  Now, I'm never in such a
hurry that I can't listen to your problems.  So, tell me now!"

   Still not meeting her eyes, my gaze went to her cleavage.....

   "M-M-Mom....  I-I w-w-w-want to see y-you.......  n-n-naked!"

   The fiery disgust flashed in her eyes....  then it faded a little, as
she said,

   "Oh Buddy, do you realize what you just said?  I'm your MOTHER!  You
shouldn't even be having thoughts like that, at all...  butt especially
about your MOTHER!

   I couldn't help it...  I broke into tears, and started crying like a
baby.  I felt so damn ashamed!!!  Butt, I had very mixed emotions.  I had
the shame...  however, I'd gone this far, and I still wanted to see her
naked...  to feel her body against mine.  So, her next reaction solved one
of those problems for me.

   Seeing her son crying, brought out a motherly instinct, to hold her
child in this time of torment.  She stepped forward...  put her arms around
me...  and pulled me against her bosom...  rubbing my hair and said,

   "Buddy, Buddy, Buddy.  There...  There....  I'm not mad at you.  I'm
just very disappointed in you.  I can't imagine what brought this on. 
Where on earth did you get such thoughts.  Maybe you're hanging around the
wrong kind of kids.  I simply cannot tell your father about this, because
he WILL be very angry!"

   As Mom nestled me to her...  I could feel her tits mashing against my
chest.  And, I knew that she damn sure didn't intend to have the effect on
me that she was having.  I continued my sobbing, as my arms went around
her...  and the palms of my hands came in contact with the flesh of her
bare back.  As she was rubbing my head and trying to console her
shame-ridden son...  I was rubbing my uneducated hands over her back.  I
pulled myself even tighter into her embrace...  to the point that she
couldn't help butt feel the bulge of my cock.  God!  This was enough... 
just to be able to finally hold my Mom, while she was in her underwear....

   NO, HELL, IT WASN'T!!!!  I wanted to feel her tits and her ass.  I
wanted to SEE them!  And, damn, I'd gone this far, so what the hell
difference did it make if she felt just a little more disappointment in me?

   When she felt my hardness against her stomach...  she tried to push me
away, butt I clung tightly to her.  My hips began a very involuntary
movement against her.

   "Buddy!!!  You stop that disgusting behavior this very instant!!!!"

   "Oh, Mom....  please don't push me away!  If I can see you just this one
time, I'll never, never ask you again!  PLEASE!!  PLEASE!!  MOM, I PROMISE!
Just this once, and I'll never, ever, say anything about it again.  I'll do
ANYTHING, Mom...  just PLEASE let me look at you????"

   She stopped trying to push me away...  as I was really blubbering by
this time.  The pleading and urgency in my voice, still made her follow her
motherly instincts.

   "Absolutely NOT!  Buddy, what you are asking is so very WRONG!  You've
just got to get control of yourself, and STOP thinking about these dirty
things!  Now, stop it!"

   "B-B-Butt, Mom....  I think you're so beautiful, I simply CAN'T stop
thinking about you!  I think about seeing your body, all the time!  I know
that if I could see it, just this one time...  it would help me so much!"

   My hands were still rubbing her bare back in a circular motion...  and
gradually, as the sensation drove me to even greater bravado...  the area
of my rubbing increased.  My hands began to rub upward to where her bra
hooked together, and downward to the top of her half-slip and panties. 
Then, as she was still trying to console me, and tell me how wrong I was...
my hands had a mind of their own.  They progressed even further downward...
rubbing her hips and the outside of the cheeks of her butt.

   I guess that Mom mistook the actions of my hands, to be just my love...
remorse ...  and thankfulness that she wasn't angry.

   "You've got to pull yourself together, Buddy!  This isn't the end of the
world.  Yes, I'm very disappointed in you...  and at first I was pretty
disgusted with you.  Butt, you're just a teenager, and I guess your
feelings are pretty normal.  However, Buddy...  you must NOT have these
feelings about your mother!!  And, whatever inward feelings you do have,
you HAVE to learn to control them...  and to reject them, as WRONG!"

   "I have to tell you, Buddy...  that your father and I learned long ago,
to control ours.  Well...  I have, anyway.  Your father just doesn't have
those feelings very often, so that's not a problem for him.  I must admit
that I'm human, and I do have normal human feelings and urges.  Butt, I've
always recognized them for what they were...  animal instincts, and
wrong... so I reject them...  put them totally out of my mind..  because
I'm not an animal."

   "Butt, Mom.............."

   "No, butts about it, Buddy.  As I said, it may not be wrong to have
feelings...  butt it IS wrong to actually SHOW them.  And, especially to
your own mother!  It's called, incest, Buddy...  and it's wrong, wrong,
wrong.  It's a SIN, Buddy...  A SIN!  You've read the Bible...  and you
know that when you sin, or have sinful thoughts...  you can go to Hell! 
Now, we're both just going to forget that this morning ever happened.  And
I never want to hear of it again.  Is that clear?"

   Since I'd had such success with my seemingly uncontrollable crying (at
least she didn't have the heart to push me away), I decided that using that
technique would be my best bet...  to prolong the moment, and...

   As my sobbing and tears increased...  I hugged her even tighter.  My
hands were now roaming over her entire ass...  rubbing, caressing, and
gently squeezing.

   Again she took her hands and tried to push me away....  butt, with all
my strength, I held on to her.

   Now, she began to raise her voice...

   "BUDDY!!!  STOP THAT, THIS VERY INSTANT!!!!  GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY
BEHIND!!!!  I DON'T LIKE IT...  AND YOU KNOW THAT I DON'T LIKE IT!

   "Butt, Mom!  I just want to be able to TOUCH you...  to FEEL you...  and
to just LOOK AT YOU!  Is that so terribly wrong?  I swear, I'll NEVER let
it happen again.  Just don't turn me away now!!!  PLEASE!!  Oh Mom... 
PLEASE don't turn me away!!!"

   Mom's hands stopped trying to push me away, and she seemed to relax just
wee-bit.  In fact, there was a brief second, when I could have sworn that I
detected her lower stomach area pushing against my raging hard!  Butt, it
was almost imperceptible..  and only for a moment!

   She lifted my head from her neck, so that she could look me in the eye.
And when she did that, it gave me an awfully good view of the top half of
her breasts.  Even though they were still in the bra...  I thought they
were beautiful!  I thought for a moment, that only 15 years ago, I was
sucking on them.  God!  I wish I could remember what that felt like... 
what they tasted like!  Damn!!!!  For the first time...  I actually wished
I could suck them right now!

   Her gaze fixed on my eyes, and with a deep breath, she said,

   "Buddy, there are two ways I can try to handle this situation.  The
first one is, that I can make you get out of here, right now..  and forget
all about this dirty nonsense.  Butt, I also have sense enough to know that
you WON'T forget about it.  I would stop letting you see me dressed like
this...  butt, I would still know that you were looking at me, with
those... those..  THOUGHTS!!!"

   She spit out the last word, as if it had the taste of something really
sour....  I might add, that my hands were still caressing her ass...  even
while she was speaking.  I think she was so wrapped up in how to solve this
predicament, that she just didn't realize it.

   "The second option...  as disgusting as it is...  is to let you have
this one wish.  To let you see me, this ONE TIME!!!!  Then you're curiosity
will be satisfied...  and we shall NEVER talk of it again!"

   My fucking little heart started racing...  and my fucking HARD started
throbbing, at the thought that I just may see what I'd only dreamed of
seeing.  The truth of the matter is, that dreaming of my Mom, in her bra
and panties, was probably the cause of many of my wet-dreams!

   "Buddy, I'm going to try the second choice.  Butt, you have to PROMISE
me, that you will never, NEVER, bring this subject up again, as long as you
live"

   "OH MOM............"

   And, Buddy, you have to realize that this goes against everything I've
always believed in.  You will never know the disappointment you've caused
me this morning.  You have to think about the hurt and humiliation that
this will cause me.  And that the ONLY reason I'm doing this...  is in the
hopes that once your curiosity is satisfied...  then you can get your mind
right...  and get it out of the gutter.  Do you understand me, completely,
Buddy??"

   Miraculously, my sobbing ceased, as quickly as it had started.  I could
only respond with...

   "Yes Ma'am....  I understand."

   Her eyes were still locked onto mine...  and I could tell that the
distaste for the situation was still very much there.  Butt, she took a
deep breath, and said...

   "All right, Buddy, if you can remove your hands from my behind long
enough, you can start by reaching up and trying to unhook my bra.  I have
to tell you, that even though I'm going along with this vulgar whim of
yours, I am NOT going to undress FOR you!  I just cannot do that!  It would
be too much on my conscience...  and just too perverted!  As if I'm going
to be able to face my conscience as it is."

   Giving the cheeks of her "behind" one last little squeeze, I tentatively
raised my hands to where her bra hooked.  My hands became wet with sweat,
as it dawned on me, that I had no earthly idea how a bra was fastened... 
or unfastened.  Several seconds, in fact it was really more than a full
minute, were spent with me fumbling with the bra.  She was determined that
I must do this on my own, since it was all MY idea, so she offered no
assistance, at all...  either with her hands, or with instructions.  She
merely stood there, perfectly still, except for what I thought might have
been a slight increase in her breathing rate.  Her eyes never left mine....
maybe hoping that eventually my shame would make me stop, and run.

   Butt, in my mind, I had gone way to far, to turn back now.  I just HAD
to see and touch her.  I'd NEVER get this chance again.  It had to be NOW!!

   Finally, I managed to accidentally get one hook undone...  then feeling
it, I got the idea as to how the other to were to be unhooked.  It only
took me a few more seconds, 'til the last one was free.  I just stood
there, motionless, for a few seconds, as the bands fell to her side.  I
knew that with only one more movement...  sliding the straps to the edge of
her shoulders...  was needed in order to enable me to behold those gorgeous
mounds that I had only dreamed about.

   had to wonder, during that brief pause, how much and for how long, I'd
regret this morning.  Butt, much like seeing a ten dollar bill fall out of
someone's pocket, as they get a car and drive away...  I thought that this
moment is mine!  Right now!  I'll deal with my conscience and the
consequences later, when I'm all alone.

   I moved a half-step back, raised my hands, and very lightly and gently,
slowly pulled the straps to the edge of her shoulders.  I could have just
let them drop, permitting the bra to fall to the floor.  Butt, something
told me that that would not be right.  So, I continued to hold them as I
eased them down her arms and over her hands, 'til at last...  I held the
bra in my hands at slowly put in on the sink behind her.  During all this
removal process, I intentionally did not look directly at her breasts.  I
wanted to wait until they were totally free from any encumbrance.

   I almost felt too much guilt, as my eyes went to her blank stare.  I
could tell how much this was hurting her.  My anxiety and desires,
over-ruled my guilt.  Like later in life...  when, for many years...  my
little head did the thinking for my big head.

   I lowered my eyes and was in awe, at what they saw.  It would be easy
for me to say that, these were the most beautiful pair of tits I had ever
seen.  Butt, aside from the pix in National Geographic, these were the ONLY
tits I had ever seen.  However, reflecting back, I can truthfully say that
Mom's were tits were in the upper 5% of all I've ever laid eyes on.... 
and, believe me, I've seen MANY!!!!

   There are a lot of different tit preferences among men (and women, too,
I suppose).  Pert tits that stick straight out, or slightly upward, are
very nice...  hell, all tits are nice!!!  Butt, I simply adore a pair of
nice hooters that have a little sag to them.  Mom had a truly beautiful
set....  big (not huge) and so round...  with just the right amount of
sag...  so gorgeous, that it took every bit of will-power I could summon
forth, not to just dive right down and take one into my mouth.  The
aureoles were the size of silver dollars...  and in the middle were here
nipples...  which seemed to be getting bigger and harder...  as I looked at
them.

   I couldn't help butt notice, that Mom's chest was rising and falling
with slowly increasing rapidity.  It seemed to me that, for whatever
reason, her heart was beating almost as rapidly as mine.

   "Mom, m-m-may I t-touch them, p-p-p-please???"

   She licked her lips, swallowed, and said in an almost inaudible voice...

   "If you think you MUST.  If it will get rid of this absurd curiosity of
yours...  yes, you may touch them."

   Mesmerized by their splendor, I reached out with both hands...  and at
first just cupped underneath them, gently hefting them, my fingers telling
me of their sponginess and weight.  Gradually I began gently caressing them
in their entirety.

   I slowly moved by body so that I felt the commode behind me, and started
to sit down.  Butt, Mom finally broke her blank stare, and said in a firm,
butt husky voice...

   "Before you I let you look at the rest of me, I'd better call your
father and tell him I've been delayed...  and that I have a stop to make on
the way.  Then, I don't think the bathroom is the most appropriate place
for this.  Really, needless to say, you know I don't think any of this is
at all appropriate.  Butt, somehow, if I have to display myself for you,
I'd rather it be somewhere else beside the bathroom."

   Her modesty gained momentary control, as she plucked her robe from
behind the door, and walked out of the bathroom.  My heart sank to my feet
with a thud, as I followed her into the living room, where she picked up
the phone to call Dad.  She took a few deep breaths, then dialed the
number. Without so much as giving me a glance, she told him that she wasn't
feeling well, and that she was going to take a couple of aspirin and lie
down for awhile.  She said she'd probably be in later.

   Still without even acknowledging my existence, she turned and headed
toward her bedroom.  I just stood there...  pondering what was to happen
next.  Why did she ignore me?  Had her puritanical conscience taken over?
Was she EVER even going to speak to me again?

   She paused at the bedroom door, and without turning around, said...

   "Well, Buddy, are you coming, or have your good senses finally
returned?"

   My heart began to rise from the floor, and its rapid beat returned, as I
walked toward her.  She, then decided that it would be best if she put the
chains on the front and back doors, in the unlikely event that Dad would
come home for some reason.  She was back at the bedroom door in under a
minute, butt was still wearing a cold expression on her face.  If my
desires had not been so fervent (and my cock so hard), the coldness of her
features would have caused me to abandon my quest.

   Mom moved past me , and into the bedroom, where she stopped a couple of
feet from the foot of the bed.  A semblance of her blank stare returned, as
I followed her.  When I was within a foot of her, she slowly untied the
belt of the robe and shrugged it off, standing as she was in the
bathroom... naked from the waist up, with only half-slip and panties on.

   "Lets' get THIS over with.  It is so damn perverted that it's making me
sick to my stomach, Buddy.  I hope you're going to be SATISFIED!"

   Once again, she spat the last word out at me.  For the first time, I
noticed her eyes lower, just for a second, and come to rest on my bulging
crotch.  She quickly looked back up.

   "MY GOD!  You really ARE sick, Buddy!  I can't believe that you are so
deranged, that you have an erection from looking at your MOTHER!!!  Now, I
know I might be ill.  Hurry up, will you...  get your LOOK, and be done
with it!"

   "And TOUCH, Mom.  Remember, you said I could touch?"

   "Oh, all right!  If that's what it takes to get you over this...  then,
yes, you can touch, too!  Butt, for God's sake...  hurry up, before I
change my mind."

   I reached out, as before, and hefted her healthy breasts, then turned us
both around, so that my legs were against the foot of the bed.  I slowly
sat down, and by my pulling gently on her tits, she moved the step it took
for her to be right in front of me.

   Those magnificent globes were within inches of my face, as resumed
caressing them.  My voice was shaky as I found it hard to speak...

   "Mom, many years ago, I must have sucked on your breasts.  Did I?"

   "Yes, Buddy.  You did.  What about it?"

   "I was just wondering if I might....  well...  I mean....  would it hurt
for me to.....  I mean, could I s-s-suck on them just once, now?"

   She looked down at me as I was caressing them so lovingly...  and I
swear, that I heard a big intake of air from her, and her breathing became
more rapid again.

   One of her hands found its way into my hair, and, again, in that husky
voice...

   "NO, Buddy...  it would NOT be all right.  I told you in the bathroom...
I'm human, too.  I have feelings too.  And I reject those feelings, as
wrong.  I said you could look, and I said you could touch.  Butt, I will
not have you dragging this thing even deeper into the gutter.  You must
realize, Buddy, that a woman's breasts are sensitive.  I cannot have you
stimulating feelings that I have to reject as wrong!  So, get on with your
looking and touching, and get it over with."

   I dunno...  I just could not control my next instinct.  I mean here I
was, with these succulent mounds, huge aureoles, and hard nipples, about
eight inches from my face.  Shit!!!  I'm only human, too!

   "OH, MOM....  THEY'RE SO BEAUTIFUL....  I JUST CAN'T HELP IT!"

   With that, I put my arms around her hips...  with both hands, grabbed a
handful of ass-cheek, and quickly leaned forward.  I wanted to just kiss
her right breast.  Butt, I knew that she'd try to pull back, and that may
end the episode altogether...  so I opened my mouth wide...  and took as
much of the ripe fruit into my mouth as it could hold.

   Mom had a very sharp and abrupt intake of air...  tried to push me away,
and screamed...

   "NO!  NO!  NO!  Buddy!!!  I said you can't do that!  STOP IT!  STOP IT,
RIGHT NOW!  This has gone as far as it's going to.  IT'S OVER.  STOP IT!"

   The only thing wrong with those words, were her actions.  The whole time
she was delivering this tirade, her hand had tightened on my head...  and
was actually pull in head even closer to her.

   My tongue then went to work.  I had no idea how a man is supposed to
suck a woman's tittie, I could just did what my senses wanted me to do. 
And that was to suck, and suck, and suck.  To swirl my tongue around those
gigantic aureoles...  and to flick back and forth, and around her turgid
nipples.

   My hands tightened on the cheeks of her ass...  then, very slowly,
grasped both sides of the band of her half-slip, and lowered it over her
hips...  'til it fell around her ankles.  Then I distinctly heard a low
moan coming from her mouth.

   "OH GOD!  NO, NO, NO, NO, this can't be happening.  OH GOD!  OH GOD!  OH
GOD!"

   My Mom..  like all other women...  had TWO wondrous breasts....  and I
wanted to taste the other one too.  So, reluctantly, I withdrew my mouth
from her right one...  with full intentions of duplicating my attention on
the left one.

   However, Mom used the hand on my head, to suddenly push my face away a
few inches.....

   "BUDDY!  Listen to me!  You've got to listen to me, a moment!"

   She made no attempt to disengage her ass from my groping hands, though.
If anything, she was actually squirming, just a little bit, in my grasp.  I
couldn't fucking believe this.  It was....  as if she were actually... 
ENJOYING it!  No, no, that couldn't be true.  Mom was such a ....  a ... 
PRUDE!

   Almost in a state of total breathlessness, I said....

   "What Mom??"

   "First, Buddy...  I want you to take of my panties.  I mean, just take
them off!  That doesn't mean to grope and feel...  it means for you to just
take them off.  Do you understand?  I want you to get your LOOK, and then I
want to tell you something.  Okay?  Do you understand?"

   I looked up into her eyes, and nodded.  Then using the same method as on
the half-slip, I lowered her panties over her delectable ass and hips, so
that they joined the slip..  at her feet.  While the panties were on their
way down, I could have sworn that they were wet where the legs met.  My
God! Had Mom peed in her panties??  That's the only way they could have
gotten wet, I thought.

   Then, the ultimate sight was just below my eye-level.  A beautiful brown
forest at the apex of her thighs...  with a strange, butt very pleasant,
aroma.  I saw a hint of glistening in the lower hairs...  it looked as if
they were damp.  Butt, the smell that filled my nostrils, wasn't the smell
of pee!  What could the wetness be, then?

   "Okay, Buddy, now you can look.  Butt, promise me not to touch me, while
I talk to you.  Okay?  I'll stand right here, like I am, butt don't touch
me while I talk."

   I looked up into her face...  and saw a very serious expression.  So I
nodded my agreement.  What the hell.  Why not?  At least I could enjoy the
sight and smell in front of me while she talked.  So, I put my hands in my
lap.  One hand encircled the bulge in my pants...  and tried to rearrange
it, 'cause it was very uncomfortable the way it was positioned.

   Mom noticed my discomfort, and without even a trace of a smile, said...

   "I wish you'd STOP that damn squirming around.  I know what your problem
is, and if you want to fix yourself, then go ahead and do it!  If you have
to take IT out...  then do that!  Butt, please be still.  It's not easy for
me to talk about this with my own SON!"

   I couldn't fucking-believe that she had talked about "it"!  Did I hear
her right?  Did she say I could take it out?  Well, she didn't have to tell
me twice.  I undid the belt and the buttons to my trousers...  reached in
and guided my hard cock through the slit in my boxer shorts (I haven't worn
boxer shorts in decades..  preferring jockey shorts, instead, now).

   Mom stood still, right in front of me, as she had said she would.  Her
expression didn't change, butt, I noticed her eyes watching as I freed my
cock from the material.  All six inches of it sprang out and stood at
attention.  Little shiny droplets were coming from my pee-hole.  One had
encircled it, butt, Mom said she'd prefer I didn't do that.  she said she'd
rather I just sit still.

   Her eyes were still fixed on my shaft, as she began talking....

   "Buddy, I really don't know how to tell you..  butt I'm going to just
start talking."

   I guess this was a unique situation, because when people talk... 
they're supposed to make eye contact, right?  Neither of us were looking at
each others' eyes though.  She continued to look at my cock, and I
alternated between gazing at her luscious melons....  and the forest
between her legs.  God, I hoped I'd be able to look at her naked ass,
before she called a halt to the proceedings.

   "Buddy, I was brought up in a very strict atmosphere.  Sex was, and
still is, a very dirty word for me.  Butt, I told you before, I am a very
human person, with very human feelings, and emotions.  It has become very
easy for me to put them out of my mind, most of the time.

   Your father has never had much of a sexual appetite, which was all right
with me.  In fact, for him to want sex about once every month or two, is
about par for the course.  There are times when I get these strangest
feelings and urges, that I can't really explain.  Butt, up to now, I've
been able suppress them.  There are so many things in this life that are a
lot more important than sex.  In my opinion, sex is just not necessary to
live a full life.

   Now, as I said a few minutes ago...  when you asked if you could put
your mouth to my breasts...  I have very sensitive breasts.  I've always
been very successful at not thinking about them too much.  Until this
morning!  I don't know how to put into words, the feeling I had, when you
removed my bra, and just looked at my bare breasts!  These were the
strongest sensations I've had since I can remember.  When you put your
hands on my behind, these same sensations became even stronger.

   Don't ask me to explain or describe the sensations, because I can't, and
I wouldn't if I could...  because they are wrong, Buddy!

   Then when you wanted to put your mouth on them, and I said, 'No', and
you did it anyway...  the feeling was a tremendous URGE.  All my life... 
my idea of sex...  has been to get it over with as soon as possible.  So, I
really wanted it over, before all these sensations could really become
apparent.  In all fairness, Buddy, you built a fire, this morning...  one
that's never burned with this much flame before.  Butt, I must tell you,
that after you get your "look", it's over.  Do you understand that,
Buddy??? OVER!  NEVER AGAIN, BUDDY!  NEVER!

   I'm going to end this little talk, by saying that I want you, Buddy!  I
have never, ever, had this kind of urge before.  I want what is right there
between your legs.  To be honest with you, I've never had my mouth anywhere
near one of those.  Butt, this morning, I have the urge to.......  well
never mind!  I want your lips and hands everywhere on my body.  Yes, I even
WANT you to suck my breasts!  I can't believe I'm saying all of this to
you. Butt, Buddy, these things WILL NOT HAPPEN!!!  THEY CAN NOT HAPPEN!!!
THEY ARE WRONG FOR EITHER, OR BOTH OF US, TO HAVE!  Even if we weren't
mother and son, I believe they are wrong.  Butt, especially since we ARE
mother and son!  These thoughts that we've both had this morning, are
incestuous.  These thoughts are totally unacceptable anywhere and
everywhere.  My God, Buddy, I could go to jail, if anyone even KNEW the
thoughts I've had this morning.

   That's all I have to say, Buddy.  Just to repeat one thing again,
though. This will NOT go any farther than another few seconds of looking.
And that will have to suffice.....................  for both of us!"

   I had been right...  that little talk confirmed my theory that she had
been enjoying it....  and those last four words added the exclamation
point. I noticed that she had not taken her gaze away from my cock, the
whole time she was talking.  She now raised her eyes, so that they met
mine. It was then, that I noticed that moisture was beginning to form
around the corner of her eyes.

   The next thing she did, shocked the living shit out of me!!  She reached
down and encircled my engorged cock with her hand.

   "I guess if it's been fair for you to touch...  it must be fair for me
to have at least one touch...  isn't it?"

   It was then that I saw the very first trace of a smile on her face, and
I slowly rose to my feet, and put my arms around her.  Surprisingly, she
didn't relinquish her hold on my cock, butt put her other arm around my
neck.  We held each other like that for several seconds.  I felt her hand
tighten and loosen, tighten and loosen, on my dick.  My hands slid slowly
down her back, and came to rest on her bare buttocks.  When she felt my
hands there...  her grip tightened on my shaft...  and a throaty moan came
from her lips.

   "Oh Mom!  Thank you so much for telling me all of this.  I can't tell
you how long I've wanted to see you like this.  How long I've dreamt of our
naked bodies being together, like this.  Butt, like you said, I knew it was
wrong!  I knew everytime I looked at your breasts and butt...  it was
wrong! Butt, Mom, I tried to control it...  I just couldn't!  I JUST
COULDN'T!  Can you understand that?  I'm so, so sorry...  butt I just
couldn't help it!"

   "I know, Buddy.  I think I can understand...  at least I'm trying to
understand.  I'm so afraid that I'll go to Hell, just for what's happened
between us this morning.  We are BOTH so terribly WRONG!  WE'RE WRONG!!!"

   Abruptly, she separated from my embrace...  and just before she turned
to walk away, I noticed that there were a lot of tears coming from her
eyes. She started walking toward the door, butt I hurried and caught her
from behind.  I put my arms around her again, and pulled her back against
me.  My pants were around my knees, butt my jutting cock was against the
crack of her ass.  My hands cupped her breasts, as I nuzzled her neck.

   "Mom...  Mom.  Please don't run away from me like this.  I don't want
you to be mad at me.  I love you, Mom!  I love you so very much!  Just let
me hold you...  touch you..  feel you.  I think you want to hold me, and
feel me, too.  Tell me, Mom!  Tell me you won't walk out of here, just
yet."

   Mom, relaxed against me...  and I could feel her ass pushing back
against my cock.  Her moaning got louder and louder..  as her buttocks
began to undulate against me.  Then she spun around...

   "BUDDY, BUDDY, BUDDY!  Please stop!  I said we CAN'T...  and we
CAN'T!!!"

   Butt, even as she was uttering those last words, she was plastering her
body against mine.  And then, the unbelievable happened!  She kissed me. 
No, not just a mother-son kiss...  I mean she ground her lips against mine,
and I felt her tongue force it's way into my mouth.  I had never had my
tongue in anybody's mouth before, and damn sure never had somebody else's'
in mine.  Butt, God!  It felt so good...  that soon our tongues were
playing together.  She brought one of her feet up, and used it to push my
trousers to the floor, and I stepped out of them.

   I couldn't play with Mom's breasts, because they were mashed tightly to
my chest...  I couldn't play with her forest, because it was grinding
against me.  Butt I could squeeze her ass...  and everytime I caressed and
kneaded it...  it seemed to drive her to new heights.  And when my one hand
dipped into the crevice between her cheeks, she pushed against me so hard,
that we both fell onto the floor.

   When our lips became disentangled, momentarily, I heard her murmur...

   "Oh God, forgive me!  PLEASE, GOD FORGIVE ME!"

   Then, my Mom, straddled my prone body...  squatting over my cock..  'til
it was just an inch or so from her forest.  I didn't know exactly what I
should be doing, butt Mom took care of all of that uncertainty, by
gradually lowering herself, until the bulb of my rod was inside her forest.
Then, the indescribable sensation of feeling it being engulfed in a very
tight, hot, and wet tunnel.

   Lower and lower went her hips...  taking more and more of me into her.
There were no more tears in her eyes...  no more cold stare...  no more
visible disgust.  Only a loving smile and a look in her eyes I'd never seen
in a woman's' eyes before, butt have seen many times since.....  LUST!

   Finally my entire organ was deep inside my Mom.  And she started to ride
me, ever so slowly.  Butt, I guess we had let the fire burn too hotly... 
because, I felt the muscles that were holding my cock, spasm.  I heard her
shriek....

   "OH GOD!  OH GOD!  OH GOD!  OH BUDDY!  OH BUDDY, I LOVE YOU!"

   Her spasms got stronger, and I felt her whole body shuddering
uncontrollably...  then her love tunnel became a lot wetter!  I felt a
tingling that I'd never felt before...  then my own bodily spasms overcame
me, as I felt this tremendous pressure deep inside me building...  like
flood waters against a weakened dam.  I reached up and pulled one of those
scrumptious tits to my mouth and began to suck...  probably as I had
hungrily done so many years ago.  I sucked as much of her tit as I could
into my mouth, put my hands around her and grabbed a handful of both ass
cheeks.  "Mom, we're fucking!  I'm actually fucking you, or you're fucking
me!  FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, MOM...  IT'S SOOO GOOOD!  I've wanted to fuck
you for so long and now, we are really fucking!

   My hips bucked upward, as hers came down.  I didn't know what the hell
was happening inside my virgin body, but it was the greatest sensation I
had ever known.

   During one of my upward thrusts, I felt the dam give way and this
tingling, surging, roaring feeling took complete control of my body.  I
felt as if everything, every organ, was coming out of my body, right
through the head of my cock.  I felt it spurt, and spurt, and spurt, and
spurt, into my Mom's belly.

   "MOM...  MOM...  MOM!!!!  OH GOD, MOM!  OHHHHHHHH AWWWWGGHHHHH!!!!

   Those same muscles of hers that had convulsed so much, a few seconds
before, were doing it again...  and I felt even more wetness drowning my
dick!

   "BUDDDDDDEEEEEEEE!  I'M CUMING...  YOU'RE MAKING ME CUMMMMMMM!  I LOVE
YOU SO MUCH!

   We continued to thrash, and buck, for several more seconds, until we
both collapsed, she on top of me, with my cock still embedded in her. 
Though, slightly diminished in size, it was a long way from being flaccid.

   We lay in that position for several minutes while our breathing did it's
best to return to some semblance of normalcy.  Then Mom rolled over,
letting my cock flop out of her garden.  She laid on her side for a few
seconds, with her back to me, and I could hear her sobbing.  I reached for
her, but she jumped up and ran into the bathroom, and closed the door.  I
got up and hurried to try to catch her, but the door slammed just before I
got to it.  I heard the sound of the toilet flushing, then the sounds of
sobbing, and water running.  I called out to her several times, but she
refused to answer.  I waited outside the door for about ten minutes, before
it finally opened.  Mom walked her beautifully naked body, right by me, and
headed back into the bedroom, with me right behind her.  I couldn't help
but, notice that I, at last, I was getting my look at her naked ass.  And
the way it moved from side to side, as she walked, made my cock stand at
full attention again, and it was swinging back and forth as I walked.

   Once inside the bedroom, I fully expected Mom, to be so guilt-ridden,
that she'd immediately get dressed.  Butt she just turned toward me, and
smiled.

   "Buddy, I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel guilty as Hell, about
what's happened this morning.  I do.  And one part of me wishes that none
of this had ever happened.  Butt, I'd also be lying, if I told you that I
didn't enjoy it.  I'm pretty sure that this was your first time, Buddy, and
part of me is glad that it was with me.  OH, will God ever forgive me, for
saying that?

   She reached out and fondled my rigid cock, and said...

   "Damn!  We can't let this happen again...  We simply can't!"

   I put my arms around her again, held her tightly against me, and
whispered in her ear...

   "I love you, Mom, and I always will.  I've loved you all my life.  But,
after this morning, I love you more than I can find words to describe."

   Then our mouths met again, but this time it was a slow, tender, and
passionate kiss.  At least, it started out that way.  Before we knew it,
our tongues were at it again, and our hips were rotating in unison.

   "Mom, I'm not through with my looking yet.  I want to get a good close
look at that "behind" of yours."

   She cracked a little impish grin, and turned around....

   "So, LOOK!!!!  Look at my ass!  It makes me feel so hot to know you're
looking at it!  And, I guess you know, that you can TOUCH, too!"

   She wiggled that fantastic ass in a very provocative manner, and I
dropped to my knees for a very close look.  I began with light caresses on
the resilient flesh of both cheeks.  Then, without a second thought, I
brought my lips to the creamy skin, and began bestowing countless kisses on
every inch.  I heard Mom moaning again, butt, when by kisses were replaced
by my licking tongue...  the movement of her hips began...  and went
directly to high gear.  I gave that splendid behind one helluva saliva
bath! But, when my tongue started licking between the cheeks, she went
completely ballistic!  She stepped away, reached down, helped me up, then
pulled me toward the bed.

   Mom stretched out on the bed, and as I was standing at the edge, ready
to lie down beside her when she reached out and started stroking my cock.
In a moment, she leaned over, and without a bit of hesitation, or
preliminaries, put her mouth around it, and took all of it inside.  One of
her hands went around to my ass, and began squeezing it, the same way I had
done hers, earlier.  Her mouth started a pistoning action, and I could hear
the slurping as she was really sucking the hell out of it.  I put one hand
on her left tit and caressed it, marveling again at the beautiful
impressive aureoles.

   "Oh Mom...  I wish today never had to end.  I'm so happy, I could stay
here forever.  I'm so happy I just want to cry."

   Taking my cock from my mouth....  she said the words that made me the
happiest person of the face of the earth.

   "Buddy, I pray that God will forgive both of us.  But, I know that today
will not be the end of this.  You've awakened something in me, that I don't
think I'll ever be able to repress, or reject again."

   Mom looked deeply into my eyes as she pulled me onto the bed with her...

   "This will only be between us, Buddy!  NO ONE MUST EVER KNOW!!!  It's
called incest, and it's illegal, and it's taboo!!  Do you understand that?"

   I nodded in complete agreement.  I damn sure didn't want Dad to know. 
And I surely didn't want my Mom to go to jail, either.

   "Around everybody else, Buddy, I'm going to be just the way I've always
been.  And you must not forget that I'm still your Mother...  and that I
shall still act like you Mother.  I hope you understand that, because that
is the way it HAS to be.  I may get mad at you and you may get mad at me,
but, that's just the way that lives have to be!

   When I think it's completely safe...  and you still want to "see" me,
and "touch" me..  you can.  Now, this next thing I'm going to say, is going
to shock you...  because I've never in my entire life used this word before
today.  When it's totally safe, I will WANT you to see me, and touch me. 
And I will want to see and touch you.  And I will want you to FUCK ME!  I
will want to FUCK YOU!  I will want us to fuck each other.  You see, as I
said, you've awakened that part of me that's been asleep for 43 years... 
and I don't want it to go back to sleep.  Now, I'm not going to say that
word anymore.

   I will never feel this way about your father, or anyone else, just you,
Buddy.  If we're very careful, and we MUST be, we can be very, very good
for each other.  But, you must remember, if you let this out to ANYONE, or
even hint about it, we will lose each other.  Because society will take you
away from me, and then put me in jail.  I don't think you want that. 
Remember, no matter how mad you ever get at me, NEVER let this come out!!!
Okay?"

   "Oh Mom, I do understand.  And you're right, we probably will get mad at
each other, from time to time, but I solemnly promise that I'll NEVER say
anything to anybody.  I never want to lose you."

   "Good!  I hope that neither of us lives to regret this.  But, right now
come here.  The first time, I was the one on top.  This time, it's your
turn, then, since you seemed to get so much pleasure out of licking my ASS
...  DAMN!  I never thought I'd say that word either...  maybe you can lick
and kiss it, while I'm on my knees...  and we'll see what might happen.  My
ass has never felt the touch of somebody's fingers, or lips or tongue, and
it's making me very excited to think you may want to do those things to it.
Darling, I'll have to tell you that before today, the only position I've
ever had sex in was with me on my back.  Sex has never ever lasted over two
minutes before.  Something tells me that we just may end up discovering
more and we will learn together.  We'd better be glad of something else,
too, Buddy.  We have to be glad that I can't have anymore children, or we'd
have to be doubly careful!"

   Mom had pulled me next to her, and at first I laid beside her, while we
snuggled, embraced, kissed, and let our hands roam at will over our bodies.
At last, neither of us could stand it any longer, so she rolled onto her
back, spread her legs, and pulled me on top of her.  My mouth immediately
headed for the nearest tittie and the huge delicious aureole.  I sucked
like a starving child, at first one, then the other...  as Mom..  took my
cock and guided it toward her once-again wet pussy.  "Ohhhh, Buddy, you've
got to quench this fire inside me!!  Please, please, DO ME!  "Do what,
Mom?" "You know what I want, just fuuuuu me!" "Mom, please tell me.  I need
to hear you say it.  Please, Mom.  PLEASE tell me what you want." "Dammit,
Buddy, FUCK ME!  FUCK ME!  FUCK ME!  PLEASE FUCK ME!  FUCK ME HARD, BUDDY
And, I just hope you never get tired of fucking me.  Is that what you
wanted to hear?  Ae you happy now that you've made me say that word?  Now..
FUCK ME!!!!!!!!

   I plunged as deep into her as I could, withdrew most of the way, and
plunged again...  without taking her tit from my mouth.  We did a little
better that time...  we must have lasted at least 30 seconds, before both
of us were approaching the top of the hill.  I plunged faster and harder,
faster, and harder..  'til I was literally pounding my meat into my Mom! 
Butt, right now...  I wasn't fucking my mother...  I was fucking the woman
I loved!

   Again, Mom was the first to start spasming and shuddering, she was
meeting my every downward thrust with an upward one of her own.  "Ohhh...
ugggg...  ahhhh..  FUCK ME BUDDY!  PLEASE DON'T STOP!  FUCK ME!  FUCK ME!
FUCK MEEEEEEE!

   The bed was rocking...  shit, the whole room was rocking..  as we were
both letting out a combination of moans, screams, and grunts!  I felt that
familiar tingling starting again, and knew what was to come...  I pounded
as deeply into her as I possibly could, and held it there...  feeling the
muscles in her vagina...  squeezing and releasing my exploding cock. 
Again, I felt as if all my guts were coming out of my cock...  as my cum
squirted and gushed into her.  She had both of her hands on my ass, holding
me right there...  and milking me 'til she'd gotten every last drop out of
my cock.  We embraced, and our mouths, again came together in the most
tender of lover's kisses.



   We must have been careful enough, because Mom and I fucked whenever
things were safe, for the next twelve years.  My mother, in public, is a
regal figure and has fooled most people and her opinion holds weight.  And
I needed female attention so why not pay attention to my mother.  The
rewards were great-up to a point.  I was spoiled and spoiled and spoiled.
But my mother would sometimes have to stop spoiling me because the
situation would be too obvious to everyone else.  She had to hang on to my
father's arm every once in a while because the public needed to see this.
Though I gave her emotional security, my father gave her financially
security (to a point, but much more than I could) and so she had to please
him for this reason also.

   I won't bore you with the details of those twelve years except for one
small incident!  Once we got ourselves to a situation where we were about
to get caught by dad.  As we have no barber shop near us so we used to help
each other cut hairs.  I used to get my hair-cut from mom.  Once I asked
Mom to cut my hair but because of one reason or other the cut was delayed.
So one day I was in the kitchen after dinner getting my hair cut while Dad
was reading a book in the living room.  I had waited until later before
asking Mom to cut my hair, hoping Dad would be hitting the sack soon after.
But he remained engrossed in his book.

   By that time, I had been fondling Mom's tits for quite some time.  Her
nipples, fully engorged, were sticking out proudly from her tits.  We were
both wearing robes, she with just panties underneath and I with just my
boxer shorts.  I pulled her closer to me, forcing her to straddle my knees,
so I could run my hands up and down her sides through her still belted
robe, over her ass and down her flanks.  She kept whispering for me to stop
it but she never backed away.

   Eventually, I slipped my hand to her inner thighs and started stroking
up and down from her knee to her panties, gradually shortening my strokes
until I was just rubbing the softest skin within four inches of her pussy.
Without warning, I suddenly cupped my right hand and pressed it against her
pussy, holding it there.  Mom stopped dead still, her hands falling to grip
my shoulders.  She didn't move.

   Encouraged, I squeezed my hand, scrunching her pussy several times.  I
slipped my thumb up to rest it against the top of her mound and began
sliding it lightly side to side as I milked her pussy with my palm.  As her
pussy became damp, I pressed my fingers into her panties, dipping the
material between her lips, spreading them under the material.  I started to
move my fingers back and forth in a small oval, rubbing her increasingly
wet pussy.

   I could tell she was looking down, watching me rub her.  Knowing this, I
reached down with my left hand to fish my hard pole out of my boxers.

   "Buddy," she whispered, her breathing ragged, "I can't rub you with it
sticking up like that."

   "Yes you can," I disagreed, reaching up with my now free left hand to
pull at her panties.  She wriggled her pelvis to block my attempts to pull
her panties down, rewarding my thrusting fingers with welcome pussy action.
She seemed to momentarily forget her efforts to block me as her thighs
clenched around my shoving hand.  During the foray, I managed to pull her
panties off her ass to rest below her cheeks.  With my thumb, I dragged the
front waistband of her panties down, pulling it off her pussy.

   Just then, we heard Dad yell, "Can I have my drink?"

   Mom suddenly sat on my legs, leaning forward to let her robed body cover
my partially open robe and my fully extended cock just as Dad burst through
the kitchen doorway heading for the fridge.  He glanced our way, "What you
are doing."

   "Usual- hair cutting" said mom.

   As he opened the fridge in search of a beer he continued watching Mom
work on me as she sat on my legs.  When he pulled his head out, twisting
the cap off his prize and tossing it at the sink, Mom rebuked me, "Stay
still, Buddy.  I don't want to poke your eye out!" She pushed my head to
the side with one hand as she clipped at my eyebrows with the scissors
which had remained in her hand the whole time.

   I don't know if her command was to convince Dad that we were in this
compromising position because we were in the middle of a potentially
dangerous hair operation, or if she was referring to the lunging efforts of
my bare, hard cock which was, hidden by her robe and mine, pressed to her
bare pussy lips, and trying valiantly to push inside.  I moved my head,
causing Mom to pull back with the scissors, facilitating the interpretation
that we were in the midst of a delicate situation, which we were, but I did
it more to cover some little hip movements in aid of my cock's endeavors.

   Mom couldn't close her legs to keep my eager member away.  Nor could she
stand up with her panties below her cheeks and pulled down from her pussy
in case her belted but loosened robe fell open revealing this inexplicable
predicament.  She had to stay the way she was until Dad left.  But he'd
just fetched his beer he asked,

   "Can I be any help?"

   "Bob," Mom spoke sharply, "I'm trying to concentrate here.  Go read your
book."

   Interrupted, Dad nevertheless responded apologetically, "Oh, I'm sorry,"
and began to move away, I, I used the opportunity to slip my left hand
through the hole in my robe pocket to push my erect cock forward toward my
Mom, pressing it firmly against her open, bare and wet pussy.  Looking out
the corner of my eye, I could see Dad was not fully gone.  He again went to
fridge to search for something else.I allowed my hips to rock up and down
the barest amount -- hardly discernible without direct scrutiny, or so I
hoped -- rubbing my cock through my mother's soaking pussy lips.

   After a couple minutes of this action from which Mom couldn't retreat,
she gave up trying.  She didn't rock her hips back at me, but she quit
trying to pull away, allowing me to freely rub my cock up and down her
soaking trench.  After a short while Dad moved past us to stand in the
doorway.  With his back to us, I quickly pulled my hips back drawing my
cock away from Mom, pressed my hard, hard cock painfully forward and shoved
it back toward her, embedding it a full inch in her open pussy.

   Mom groaned just after Dad disappeared into the living room to once
again rrad his book, and I shoved my cock home, slowly sliding in to the
hilt.  Sliding my right hand around her waist, I used my left to pull her
belt undone and part her robe.  Pressing my hand on her belly, I pushed
until she fell back, hooking her feet around the rear legs of my chair to
brace herself and allowing her head and hair to dangle toward the floor. 
As I felt secure I shoved my cock vigorously into my mother's cunt. 
Squish, squish, squish.  God she was wet, and I was unbelievably hard. 
Suddenly I was gushing in her, my hips grinding, squirt, squirt, ... 
squirt.

   We were still.  My cock was fully embedded and still pulsing in Mom's
pussy.  Her throat was fully extended as her head reached back to lightly
rest on the floor, her hair in disarray on the tiles.  I couldn't see her
face.  Her belly was heaving in reaction to her rapid and heavy breaths. 
My cock still hard, I started moving again, slowly fucking her.  She shook
her head.  "No, no," her hands waving in a negative signal.  But I kept
thrusting, slow but relentless.  Her protestations stopped.  Her pussy
squeezed and clenched my cock as it bulged into her.

   I lifted my weight from the chair and pushed it back, gently holding her
until her hips rested on the floor.  Holding her legs up, I placed one
ankle on each side of my head and lowered myself on her, pressing her legs
high toward her shoulders, jacknifing her body against the floor. 
Straddling her haunches with my cock fully shoved up her cunt, I started
banging her hard.  Not fast, but hard shoves, slamming into her, thrusting
as hard as I could.  Bam ...  bam ...  bam.  The expression on her face,
which I could now see, was intense.  I grasped a tit in each hand and
squeezed tightly, not gently.  Bam ...  bam ...  bam.

   Mom lifted her hands to my shoulders.  "Uhhh ...  uhhh ...  unnnghhh,"
she moaned as I fucked her across the floor.  I could already picture the
look on her face as her head reached the bottom of the cupboards,
anticipating with relish her blocked retreat from my hammering cock.  If I
could only reach it before I came again.  I could feel another load of
sperm ready tp blast again into her cum soaked pussy.

   Then we heard dad saying he was going to have a nap.  The sound of a
bedroom door opening upstairs caused me to leap to my feet.  I stumbled
over the coffee table and when I righted myself, Dad was already at the top
of the stairs.  "Uh, hi Dad," I mumbled as I started up the stairs.  "Have
a good rest?" Normally, I wouldn't have said anything, wouldn't have cared.
Dad looked at me oddly and nodded.

   All that I have said I learned over the course of many years for at the
age of fifteen I was still my mother's slave.  Life, though, teaches us
many things and with the help of my God, a different kind of father than my
own, I have straightened my life out.  I no longer speak with my parents.
They want to continue in the old patterns.  Finally, in my late twenties's,
I started getting back to other women.  Sexually I went far beyond women,
for my mother had introduced me to enough feminity for a lifetime.  I was
not only revolted by women-I was bored!  But that is another story.