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 Incest in Frustration

   A week ago, I came back to the house I grew up in.  It was hard to
believe that how much has happened during my absence.  Before entering the
house I stood in front of it with dread and foreboding; I didn't want to
tell my parents that I have left my wife for good.  Karen and I have been
married only for two and a half years but then decided to call everything
off.  I just turned twenty-five and have an architecture degree and I was
moving back home with the parents.  How fucked up is that, I asked myself
as I walked up the driveway.

   At 19 I scored a scholarship to Harvard and lived there for 4 years,
graduating with honors.  I met Karen at Harvard but it wasn't until later
that I slipped in her my cock.  I think one night she called me up, asked
me to come over.  I didn't know what was up, but I had nothing better to do
that night, and when I went over, the next thing I knew, my pants were
undone, and she was slobbering on my cock.

   Compared to my six foot one frame Karen was only five foot one and
probably weighs less than 100 pounds.  She had small little boobs and no
ass but shit-howdy, when your cock sinks into her pussy, it was worth it.
There's nothing like a small woman's pussy.  Her pussy was just as small as
she was, and tight and warm.  It was one of those little ones where the
lips don't even stick out much, and no matter how many times she fucked,
she still felt like a virgin.  That's why I decided to marry her.  But that
was before I find out about her cheating on me.

   One day I came home early.  I walked up the path to the front door and
let myself in.  The house almost seemed deserted.  I thought about calling
out to Karen but thought better of it.  I walked up the stairs and could
hear a faint squeaking sound as I neared our bedroom.  The door was
slightly open and I touched it lightly so I could see inside.  It opened
only a bit but was enough for me to see two men on the bed with my wife.  I
thought I would die right then and there watching a big hairy guy pumping
his cock for all he was worth into her dripping pussy and she sucking
another younger guy's dick.  Her beautiful lips were wrapped around it and
sucking and stroking him fast in rhythm with the pounding she was getting
from behind.

   The younger guy started to breath heavy and Karen popped her mouth
loudly from his cock and continue to jack him hard as his face contorted
and hot milky cum shot out the tip all over her face.  She looked very
pleased as she licked the tip and then the hairy guy started grunting.  He
jerked his cock out of her pussy and sprayed a load all over her tan round
ass.  I was in shock as I watched her smile at them both and told them she
would be available again same time next week.  They eagerly agreed and
started to pull their clothes on.  I slipped across the hall to the other
bedroom waiting for them to leave.

   There is no point in telling you what happened next.

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   I was about to ring the doorbell but heard voices coming from around the
side of the house toward the garage.  It was a Saturday morning in the
middle of July and the neighborhood was pretty quiet.  I guess everyone
decided to take their little happy families to the lake or the pool today.
Man it was so freaking hot!  If I was with Karen we would be at the local
home improvement store buying crap for our house.

   As I rounded the corner I could hear the voices of my parents arguing.
That was weird to me because I had never seen them have a fight.  To me, my
parents had always been the just like the "Leave It to Beaver" type of
parents.  My dad went to work everyday and kissed Mom on the cheek as he
went whistling out to the car and drove off to make the dough, while she
stayed home and baked cookies and ironed his shirts.  When I moved away to
college Mom got a little part time job at the fabric store for some extra
spending money.  Dad said it was to pay for her E-bay habit.

   "Dammit Celia we have not used that roaster in two years!" I heard Dad
shout.

   "Well Thanksgiving is coming up and I might decide to use it!" my mother
screamed back at him.

   "Don't fight with me Celia?"

   "I'm not fighting Rob," she said, "Why don't you talk about something
important to both of us."

   "You mean sex?"

   "Yes, sex!"

   "That may be important to you," he said, "but I find other things
important, too."

   "Of course other things are important," she conceded.  "But sex is
extremely important to a happy marriage."

   "Obviously" He frowned.

   "Don't you understand what I'm trying to tell you?" she said,

   "You confuse me.  That's what you do."

   "You go around pretending you're not at all interested in pussy, yet you
can look at a beautiful teenage girl and get a hard on that almost bursts
your pants!  Someplace in you is an animal that wants sex-- why don't you
face it?"

   "You're crazy."

   "Maybe I am, but I'm happy in it," she said.

   I had stood there staring at my parents for about thirty seconds,
wondering if this was the first of many "discussions" they had had this
morning.  I finally thought I would break up the fun.  I gave a good loud
cough to draw their attention.  Both heads swung in my direction and I saw
my Dad's face get a bit redder and my Mom broke into a big bright smile.

   "Cliff, hey guy!" she beamed.

   "Did I catch ya'll at a bad time?" I asked.

   "Uh no, Clifford, your Mother and I were just discussing what is going
into the garage sale we are having next week."

   I could tell by the various piles on the floor that dad was not entirely
wrong.  My Mom rushed over to me and gave me a big hug.  I wrapped my arms
around her little frame and gave a good squeeze.  My Mom is a short gal
with shoulder length brown curly hair and always smiling.  She was a
glamorous woman of uncertain years who had withstood the years with
considerable grace, and even though she was my mother, many would never
have guessed it.

   Dad is a little shorter version of me with light blonde hair and
glasses. I chuckled at myself as I looked over and saw him in khaki shorts,
with legs that didn't look like they had seen the light of day in a decade,
and his black dress socks and tasseled slip-on shoes.  "What a dork", I
thought to myself.

   He was busily looking into an old coffee can and trying to determine
whether he would someday need those nails again.  I knew he was trying to
ignore the fact I had just caught them in an unpleasant act and keeping
busy was the cure for it all.

   "What brings you out today Cliff, and where is Karen?" She was looking
around my 6 feet frame to see if my wife was with me.  I gave a sigh and
decided it was best to just get it out and tell them the truth.

   "Karen kicked me out of the house last weekend and I have been staying
with Rick.  His wife is moving her grandma in and I have to get out of
there.  So I was wondering if I could stay here with you guys until I get a
couple of paychecks under my belt, just until I can get my own place." I
said.

   My dad turned around upon hearing this and gave me a hard look.  My Mom
gasped and put her hand over her mouth.  "Oh honey!" She put her hand out
and touched my chest, I guess in a comforting gesture.

   "You didn't hit her did you?" my father asked in a severe tone.

   "NO Dad!  I would never do that.  She just said she didn't feel like it
was working out and told me she wanted me to get out.  I am not much for
argument so I left." I explained.

   "Well ok then you can stay I suppose." he said and turned away and
started sorting again.

   My mom turned and glared at him and grabbed my hand and pulled me to the
door leading into the house.  I followed her without a word as she took me
up the stairs and into her bedroom.  We both sat down on the bed and she
turned to look up at me.

   "Ok, now tell me what happened." she said.  The concern for me was clear
on her face.  I knew she had always adored Karen and it was going to hurt
her feelings a lot when she found out that I suspected my wife of cheating.
Mom was holding my hands tight and I could feel her trembling slightly.  As
I was collecting my thoughts on how to put it to her, I noticed her tank
top was showing more cleavage than I had ever seen on my mother.

   I cleared my throat and bowed my head and I then noticed her shorts were
a little on the short side for her.  I shook my head to clear it of all the
weird thoughts racing in my mind.  Had my Mother lost weight?  I was
looking at her creamy white thighs and could tell that they looked more
tone than they had a year before.  I had not seen them since Karen and I
had them over for dinner after we moved into our house.  She is the picture
of health and beauty that all teenage girls aspire to be.

   "Cliff tell me what happened." she said again as she put her hand under
my chin and lifted my head up.  I looked into her hazel eyes and I could
feel myself tearing up.

   "She is cheating on me Mom!" I blurted out.  We haven't had sex since we
signed on the house and moved in.  I don't know what has gotten into her.
She is just is obsessed with home improvements and is always talking about
it.  Now she tells me she is unhappy with us and wants me out!" I cried.

   Then before I knew it my mother was standing in front of me and my arms
were around her.  She held me against her and my face was buried in her
neck.  I could smell the sweet perfume she had always loved and that I
bought her every year for Christmas.  Her hair smelled of tropical flowers
and I snuggled closer and squeezed tighter.  Her skin was warm to my touch
and she seemed to fit so perfectly in my arms.

   I could hear her saying sweet calming things to me as I took in the
smell of her.  Rubbing my back with her soft hands and telling me
everything would be ok.  I could stay with them as long as I liked and that
all would work itself out.  I was flooded with love, contentment and the
realization that I was home, home with Mom where I only ever wanted to be.

   Like many teenage boys, she formed the first and central core of my
sexual fantasies, as she did for many of my male friends I'm sure.  But at
that point I was just thinking that I wanted to be with Mom, to be in her
company and bask in her warmth, love and intelligent interesting company.

   "Well you are welcome to stay here as long as you like honey." she said.


   "Ok, thanks." I stated and cleared my throat.

   "Well I better get back down there with your Father.  I wouldn't want
him to think I am slacking off on the job." she giggled as she walked out
the door.  I got up and followed her down the garage again.

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   After dinner I recounted old times with my parents but to my surprise
Dad was a little lost in his thoughts.  We were sitting on the lounge,
having a glass of wine and chatting.  It was summer and Mom had changed
into a dark red satin nightie after dinner.  Mom had her legs curled under
her and was facing me.  Try as I did, I couldn't help admiring her physical
beauty.  It was evident that she did not have a bra on as her very large
nipples were poking out prominently against the soft thin satin of her
nightie.

   Mom's brown curly hair that cascades to her shoulders, offsetting her
beautiful face with its strong features of prominent cheekbones, wide full
lipped mouth, deep green eyes and light olive perfect skin.  She is the
picture of health and beauty that all teenage girls aspire to be.  Mom
changed the position of her legs and in the process her legs parted.  I was
given a brief view up her inner thighs to the prominent bulge at their
juncture.

   Instead of a teasing view of her panties I was the lucky recipient of an
all too brief view of a glorious thick thatch of soft pubic hair, a thick
forest providing a tantalizing cover of modesty to the entrance of her
womanhood, the sacred cavern that gave me life.  That was it.  My cock rose
to full erection within seconds but luckily the loose Balinese sarong I was
wearing afforded me a modest cover, unlike Mom, who had just given me a
small glimpse of paradise.  Despite my best intentions to focus on our
conversation about the bitch named Karen I was olging my mother.

   Somehow I managed to hide my erection from Mom and reminded myself that
I was supposed to behave like a heart broken man.  Then my father took my
paradise away from me.  He said that he was going to his bedroom.  Before
moving he looked at Mom in a way that led mom to beg leave too and follow
him towards the bedroom.

   I went to my room and tried to sleep but there was no sleep possible due
to multiple reasons and one of them was my Mother.  After twisting and
turning for an hour I got up to grab a glass of water from the kitchen.  As
I was returning after quenching my thirst I heard something.

   "Ohhhhhhhh...  Jeeeesus"

   The voice was that of my Mom and it came from her room.  There was some
light coming from the narrow opening in the door.  Perhaps my parents have
forgotten the fact that they were not alone in the house that day.

   I moved closer and looked inside.  Both of my parents were naked and as
far as Mom was concerned she was bending before dad, her hands on her
knees, offering herself to him in the lewdest way imaginable.  I stood
frozen like a statue.  Only a short distance away my mother was bending
forward, spreading her shapely legs far apart, letting her hands reach down
now from her knees to touch the floor.  I could see the moist opening at
the juncture between her smooth thighs...  the luscious coral-hued pussy,
loose and ready, begging for a cock!

   "OH MY GOD," I whispered to myself.

   I watched as my Dad grabbed his hardened cock in his hand and began
teasing the open lips of her cunt with the beet red head of the fleshy
instrument.  Her whimpers and encouragements began to fill the room. 
Vaguely, I saw the massive tip of his cock slowly parting the soft curls of
her pubic hair and guiding into her hungrily waiting channel...  and it was
real...  it was happening right in front of me!

   From my vantage point I could see my Dad's cock slowly, but
relentlessly, disappeared up inside...  all the way inside...  never
stopping, continuing in a constant penetration until it was completely out
of sight, submerged to the hilt into the farthest depths of Mom's upturned
pussy.  His fingernails dug deep into the flesh of her shapely hips.

   "NNNnnnghNgh!" Mom emitted a long choking moan, and I grabbed onto a
nearby chair as if to prevent myself from falling off.  Then, Dad began
steady fucking in and out of Mom's steaming vagina, his body inclining back
from her in an arch as his hips thrust forward while he pushed in until his
testicles were buried completely in the soft hairs of her pubis.  Mom was
enraptured with her mouth hanging open and from her throat coming low hum
of delight.  She began rotating her hips and pushing back at her husband so
that she was almost lifted in the air with each forward blow as his prick
rammed harder and harder into her raging pussy!  "Mmmmmmfffh!" Mom was
making noise while her vagina was clasping and unclasping in delicious
convulsions all around the hard driving shaft.

   I thought that I was going to burst apart with the rising emotions
inside me.  I was being pulled in two directions...  one part of me was
urging me to run away...  to put as much distance between myself and the
fucking scene as possible.  The other was making me stay...  making me
think and feel things which I knew were unnatural.  I don't know after how
much time but I heard my Dad saying, "I'M CUMMING CELIA...  OH DARLING...
I'M CUMMING!!!" Mom screwed her buttocks back onto his crazily spewing cock
while he wailed incoherently.

   After several moments, Mom shook her ass, expelling Dad's softening
prick from her pussy.  Dad raised his head and looked down at her, a weary
smile on his face.  "Celia baby, I'm sorry I came so soon."

   She giggled.  "In case you didn't know, I came, too -- Oh Rob, it was
wonderful.  Really wonderful"

   "I'm glad to hear that," he said,

   As they moved to clean I moved to my room.  As I turned in dark I hit
something and there was a big sound.  I didn't have the time to see I hit
what.  I moved quickly but just before entering my room I turned my head to
see towards my parent's bedroom.  The door was half open and in it was
standing my Mom completely naked.

   Even after masturbating and taking a long shower, I still couldn't shake
the mental image of my mother from my mind.  In particular her standing
naked in the half open door seemed more erotic then watching her getting
fucked by dad.

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   Sunday went quietly and during the day there was no mention of the
incident of last night by any of us.  At night after dinner Dad announced
that he had to wake up early next day for work so he was going for
sleeping. Mom advised him to take his sleeping pill and told him that she
would spend some time talking to me about my future and would join him
later.  He said bye to us and went away.

   After his departure Mom asked me if I have made sure that my wife was
not pregnant because in case of a divorce this might complicate things for
me.  I told her that I was using protection and there was no such chance.

   I was expecting her to talk some more about my ruined marital life and
my financial position but suddenly she said, "Now tell me what you were
doing last night outside our room?"

   I searched for words but failed to find best possible way to tell her
that it was an accident.  "You're gonna get pissed, Mom," I said.  "I mean,
you're really gonna be mad at me."

   "I won't be mad at you," she said softly.  "I promise I will not, as you
say, be pissed at you."

   I sucked in a deep breath, and stared at my mother's heaving tits.  "It
was accidental Mom.  I was retuning after taking a glass of water from the
kitchen when I saw light coming from your room through the narrow opening
of door...  and saw you naked ...  and I..."

   "Your Dad was naked too ..."

   "But I was looking at you only."

   "And you think it's cute?"

   I gulped and said.  "I am sorry"

   She suddenly laughed and said, "I think I understand your position."

   I thanked her and said, "It won't happen again I promise."

   "Okay guy, now tell me frankly what you think of me as a woman?" Mom
again put a bold question on me as if she was talking about pumpkins. 
Looked at her and found her smiling.

   "You are beautiful Mom"

   Mom blushed, something she very rarely does, "Oh Cliff you silly boy,
you say silliest things at times, but, oh, you silly lovely boy." She gave
me a playful slap and a hug, before releasing me.

   I responded by pulling her over to me, getting her to rest her head on
my shoulder while I put my arm around her and rested my chin softly on her
head as we snuggled up; "Mom, I've spent the last 3 years sowing my wild
oats so to speak with a woman who was unfaithful to me and now ...  I feel
totally dissatisfied and empty."

   With that I sobbed a little.  "It's all right, baby!  It's all right!"
she cooed, rocking me back and forth.

   I put my arms around her and pressed my body against hers, allowing her
to comfort me.  I could feel her heart pounding fast as she let me crush
her breasts against my chest.

   To ease the tension she started tickling me.  My sarong had loosened as
we were cuddling and talking.  I pounced on Mom and started tickling her
back like I used to a lot of years ago.  Mom tried to fend me off but not
strongly.  We were now stretched out fully on the sofa with me on top of
Mom and she giggling as she vainly tried to push me off with unconvincing
attempts and mock protest.

   And then it happened.  My sarong completely untied and although still
draped over my arse and the back of my legs, was totally apart at the
front, my erect cock free of its cloth confines.  Moms mid thigh length
satin nightie had crept up to her waist in our playful wrestle.  A bolt of
pleasure coursed up my cock and encapsulated my groin as I felt my cock
caressed by the flesh of her soft thighs.  Mom felt it at the same time and
her eyes and mouth opened wide, but no words came from either of us as we
realized what at happened.

   I broke the ice; "Oh Mom," I gushed.  "Oh Mom, oh Mom"

   Like yesterday she was not wearing panties so I eased up a part of my
throbbing cock inside her soft bush.  There was no way I could stop now.

   Mom put her hands on my chest and pushed, but not with her full
strength. "Oh Cliff, Clifford, what are you doing, get off me straight
away, I'm your Mother!"

   I took both Moms' wrists and held them behind her head firmly but
gently. "Oh Mom, I love you so much, I worship you Mom, you're so
beautiful"

   Mom looked very startled and pleaded; "Please Cliff, this is so wrong,
you can't do this to me, we can't, oh god, I'm your Mother, it's so wrong
can't you see, what has got into you, please get off."

   But Mom wasn't pushing me off too hard; she wasn't pulling her pussy
away from my throbbing invading cock.

   "Oh Mom, can't you see, I've lusted after you for years."

   Mom looked at me horrified, but not terrified, a crucial difference. 
"Clifford, you're insane, I'm your Mother, this is incest, we can't, this
is impossible, please stop Darling, I love you, don't spoil it for us."

   I looked at Mom with love and lust, released my grip on her slightly but
did not let her slip from under me, as I spoke I slowed slid my cock back &
forth through her delightful thick bush, finally finding her silken gash,
it was very moist and slippery, with the erotic viscous extrusions of her
arousal.

   "Oh, God!" she breathed, "Ohhhh, my God, Cliff!"

   "Oh Mom, can't you see how right it is." By now the head of my cock was
rubbing against Mom's huge aroused clit, and my cock had seeped it a
generous outpouring of lubricating pre-cum all along her slit.  Her
beautiful warm gorgeous cunt was ready for my incestuous invasion."

   Mom's protest continued, but less urgent; "Please don't baby, it's not
right...  we will both regret this, please, ooh, please, uh ungh oh, no."

   My throbbing cock continued to caress her slit; juices were now flowing
freely from her cunt.  My cock had never felt so hard or so enlarged. 
Never had sexual foreplay felt so good.  Without even ejaculating I was in
a state of ecstasy such as I had never before experienced.  "Oh Mom, Mom,
it feels so right Mom, it does doesn't it Mom, surely you can see how right
it feels, be honest with your feelings Mom, we were meant to be together,
how can something as beautiful as this be wrong Mom?"

   "Oh God, please, no, we, I, we can't, oh no no, aarrrh, no!  PLEASE, NO,
NO, DON'T BABY, nnnnnnnnghhh NO!  NO!"

   The large head of my cock entered the entrance to her love canal, the
same canal I travelled down 25 years ago.  I pulled it back slightly and
then slowly, ever so slowly, pushed it into the dark wet tunnel of my
desire.  My cock was caressed by a warm velvet glove, engulfed inside my
Mother.  Never had my cock experienced such pleasure, a pleasure beyond
description.  All I could do was groan and sigh as my sperm shaft
approached the cavern of my origin.

   "Ooohhh, Cliff!" she moaned.

   "Ahhhh, Mom!" I grunted.

   Finally my cock pressed against Mom's cervix, and my balls were pushed
firmly against her arse.  Our thick hairy pubic thatches were an interwoven
wet mess of sexuality.  I did not dare move, for fear of blowing my load.
My cock was throbbing with a strength and intensity I'd never known.  Mom
must surely have felt its throbbing presence; she commenced to thrust
against me.

   "Oh no baby, please, don't do this, unnh, we shouldn't be doing this, I,
oh God, oh baby, oh baby, its sooooooooooo wrong, mmmm, sooooo...  oh God,
God forgive me, nnnngghh, aaarrrhh."

   I had to know, I didn't just want sex with Mom.  "Oh Mom, oh Mom, I love
you so much, tell me Mom, tell me, do really you want this or not?"

   Mom finally opened her eyes, they were glazed but had a fire in them I
had never seen before, her mouth was open but no words came out, finally
she spoke, in a deep throaty growl.  "Oh son, my son, yes, I've had these
lurid forbidden thoughts of you too, I engaged in that evil fantasy too,
but I thought I had expunged it when you married the bitch Karen, but, now
it is back, but we can't baby, don't you see how wrong it is!"

   "Why should we be denied happiness, oh Mom, I love you so much."

   I bent down and quickly gave Mom a full hungry open mouth kiss, her
mouth opened and for an all too brief time our tongues caressed,
communicating a mutual lust.

   For the next 15 minutes all that could be heard was the lurid sounds of
a cock going in and out of a very wet cunt, an incestuous son's cock in a
mother's incestuous cunt, and the squelching noises of a furious forbidden
union, the coupling of loins that many mothers and sons fantasise of but
never occurs.

   "Uhn, unh, Wild Oh Wild" I groaned,

   "Oh, baby!" Mom cried.

   I felt my balls tighten and then it came, like an express train roaring
out of a long dark tunnel in the dead of night, the first thick rope of
semen roared up my sperm shaft and shot out of the eye of my cock like the
first burst from a fire-hose, it splashed against Mom's cervix coating it
in a thick layer of hot potent cream.

   As we let each other go we remained silent for a while.  Finally momma
cut the silence by saying "Honey it is sin we have done and your father
will kill us if he knew this."

   "Come on Mom, he is sleeping"

   "Let me check him or he might come by and sees us."

   I let her go but said, "Listen if he is sleeping soundly come back"

   She said nothing and went away.  After her going away I waited for her
return but as the time passed slowly I lost hope.  It was very late at
night so I went to my room.  I lay on bed and again waited for her return
but she did not come.  I finally went to sleep.

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   I was up early next morning and went the kitchen.  Instead of mom I
found dad there.

   "Your mom is not feeling well.  I've making hot chocolate for her." He
smiled and waited for an acknowledgement of his kindness.

   "That's really thoughtful, Dad, but I think what she need best is some
rest."

   Dad nodded.  "Hmmm, you mean, she may need a little space right now?

   "Yeah."

   "Can you just pop this in to her?  Just say I asked you to drop it off
and that I'd like to take her out for dinner tonight so she might want to
rest this afternoon."

   "Ok, Dad."

   I didn't want to disturb Mom because I thought she really did want to
think about things.  Dad was trying to be thoughtful, even if he did want a
reward for it.

   "It'll be ready in a minute," he said, pleased by my response.

   Dad handed me a large thermos and a mug when it was ready.  "I think
I'll go putter around," he said.  "Maybe you should do the same.  Don't do
anything that will disturb your mother.  Ok?"

   "Ok, Dad."

   I didn't knock; I just went right in with the large coffee thermos of
hot chocolate and Bailey's Cream.  Dad had insisted I carry it on a tray
with a mug.  I closed the door softly because I could see that Mom was
lying on her bed and might actually be sleeping since she'd had so little
the previous night.  I carried the tray over and set it on Mom's dresser,
then transferred the thermos and mug to the bedside table.

   It looked like Mom was sleeping.  She must have flopped onto the bed as
soon as she came in because she was wearing the dress she'd worn last
night. I tip-toed, belatedly, around the bed and started toward the door
but something caught my eye and I turned around.

   What was it?

   I looked at Mom.  She was lying on her stomach with her left leg
straight out and her right pulled up with the knee stretched out to her
side.  The dress was quite high up, putting her legs almost completely on
display.  I admired the taper of her thighs and how well-muscled her calves
were.  It reminded me of how her toes had curled when she came.  There was
a stirring in my groin and my eyes were drawn up Mom's legs to the point
where they nearly joined, disappearing under her dress.  Her bottom rose
and fell slightly with her even breathing.  She really was asleep.

   I approached the bed, walking around to the other side, behind her.  I
leaned over, careful not to put any weight on the bed, or even to bump it,
and gently pulled the dress higher, onto her bottom.  Quietly, I returned
to the foot of the bed and examined Mom's legs again.  This time I could
see all the way to the joining point.

   Mom wasn't wearing panties.  I stiffened into hardness and covered it
with my hand over my jeans.  I could just see the bottom of Mom's pussy. 
It too moved with her breathing, a tiny movement that was nevertheless an
enormous tease.  It made my cock hurt so I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed
the zipper down.  Ah, that was better.

   Geez, her pussy seemed to be calling to me.  I returned to the side of
the bed and cautiously pulled Mom's dress higher, depositing the material
in the small of her back, completely exposing her legs and bottom.  I
returned to the foot of the bed and examined her crack and pussy.  Her
right leg, stretched out like that, had pulled her lips slightly apart.  I
had to push my jeans and shorts onto my thighs to relieve the pressure from
my ever stiffening cock.  I took it in my hand and started stroking myself.

   God almighty!  If Dad changed his mind and came up to talk to Mom I
would be caught red-handed with no possible way of talking my way out of
it. Rather than dampening my rod, the thought made me even harder.  Mom's
behind, rising and falling with her breathing, was really beckoning to me
now.  I loved her ass, especially that bit on the bottom where it pouted
out that extra bit.  To think Dad had access to this all the time.

   Quickly, I shoved my jeans down the rest of the way.  I started to get
on the bed but stopped to take off my socks and shirt.  If I was going to
get caught, I may as well be caught doing it right.  Carefully, I put a
knee on the bed and gradually let my weight settle, then did the other
knee. I crawled slowly up behind Mom.

   Leaning down, I brought my face close to her bum and starting breathing
hot air onto her bare pussy.  It took some time but eventually Mom's
breathing quickened.  A little longer and I was rewarded with a couple of
tiny beads of moisture on her pubes.  I directed my breathing between them,
blowing a little harder.  Mom moved her left leg out a little, opening her
slit a bit more.  I blew and blew.

   Her moisture content convinced me that it was time to make a move.  I
pulled up and reached for the zipper on the back of Mom's dress.  Gently, I
pulled it down.  Placing my hands on either side of Mom, I stretched my
legs out and held myself up on my toes.  Carefully, I lowered my hips until
my long cock dipped between Mom's legs, then pushed with my toes,
transferring my weight forward until my cock grazed the bottom of Mom's ass
and the rear of her pussy.

   Immediately, it began twitching, tapping on that moist groove.  Mom
sighed.  I dipped and swung forward on my arms, increasing the urgency of
my tapping dong.  Bong, bong, bong.

   Mom's ass twitched on each tap and she sighed again.  Was she dreaming,
dreaming of a time long ago, reviving faint tactile memories?  Her ass was
definitely moving to maintain contact with the tip of my cock.  She wasn't
just twitching now.  The beginnings of a pelvic roll was in evidence.  I
pushed forward, trying to pry my way into her slit.  Mom's ass lifted from
the bed to accommodate my polite request.  My tip poked into her wet bowl.

   "Where's your father?"

   I almost fell off my arms.  I had thought she was asleep.

   "Uh, he's, uh..."

   "Did he go out?"

   "No, he's around somewhere."

   "Jesus Christ.  Cliff!"

   "He asked me to bring you some hot chocolate with Bailey's in it." I
nodded toward the bedside table as if she could see me or would look if she
did.

   "Your being a very bad boy, Cliff.  What would your father do if he saw
you offering your meat to your mother?"

   "He'd kill me," I croaked.

   Then I noticed that Mom hadn't pulled away.  In fact, she was still
rolling her ass around in tiny movements in response to my still arching
cock whose head hadn't left its insertion inside her slit.  Now, I
recognized that strange excitement in Mom's voice, seething under her
words.

   "I thought so.  Do think I'm wrong?  I could ask him?"

   Mom didn't expect that.  She laughed out loud and that caused the whole
head of my cock to slip inside.  Mom let out a little moan.

   "What was that?  You want me to ask him to be sure?"

   There was a muffled 'no' as Mom turned her head into the pillow.

   "It's no problem.  I'll be right back.  I think he's doing some
gardening."

   That was an outright lie.  I knew Dad was outside, given his warning to
me not to do anything that would disturb Mom.  But I was convinced Mom got
off on such danger and my words had an immediate effect.  Mom cocked her
ass up and my cock slid halfway in.  Man, that felt fucking awesome!

   Mom's head turned to the side again.  "He's still in the house?"

   "Yeah, I think so," I grunted, shoving all the way in, soaking up the
exquisite joy of her spreading tunnel, the best resistance a man could
experience.

   "Then stop it.  Get off me right now, Cliff."

   "Stop what," I moaned, pulling out and shoving in deeper.  "Stop fucking
you from behind?" I put extra emphasis on behind and thrust harder to make
my point.  Mom moaned.

   "I mean it," she cried.  "Get off me!"

   "I am getting off on you."

   Mom reacted by snapping her legs shut, clamping down on my cock, tightly
trapping it deep in her pussy.

   "That's not what I meant."

   I quickly dropped my knees by Mom's hips and pulled my feet into the
side of her legs.  She couldn't open her legs now if she tried.  I was now
sitting on the back of her thighs, pressing her into the bed.

   "I can't get off.  You're holding me too tight."

   I felt her try to open her legs.

   "Cliff, get off.  Please." The cauldron of excitement was rampant in her
whispered plea.

   In reply, I started moving my cock the little bit I could manage with
her clasping me so tightly.  Mom's whole body started rocking into the
mattress.

   "You have the most awesome ass, Mom.  You can't believe how good it
feels to do you from behind."

   I grabbed Mom's cheeks and kneaded them as I rocked into her behind.  I
wondered what it would be like to fuck her in the ass.  I pulled her cheeks
apart to look at that forbidden little hole, opening it in a little 'O' the
size of a penny.  For the life of me, I don't what possessed me but I
drooled some spit onto her hole.  I had never done this before with anyone.
I moved my thumb into her crack and pushed my saliva around.  Mom let out a
long, low moan and that made me start really rocking into her.

   "Slow down, slow down.  Ohhhhhhhhh, yeahhhhhh," Mom groaned,

   I did.  "Am I hurting you?"

   "No.  But do me slowly or your Dad will hear."

   I was elated.  She was going to let me fuck her; she wasn't going to try
to stop me anymore.  I released her cheeks and pushed her dress as high as
I could, then leaned forward and slipped my hands under her belly and up to
grasp her tits.  I rocked slowly and steadily against her ass while I
kneaded her tits, gradually paying more and more attention to her nipples.
Before long, I was rolling and pinching and tugging her nipples while we
fucked.  She loved it as much as I judging by the periodic release of a
restrained grunt or moan.

   I pulled up for a change, sitting upright on her thighs again but I
didn't stop moving.  I reached back and grasped her feet pulling them up,
forcing her to bend her knees.  Her sound changed as she reacted to the
different feel that produced in her pussy.  I fucked Mom like that for a
couple of minutes, holding her ankles, then released her legs and grabbed
her hands, pulling them up and back.

   It was an awkward position for Mom but she didn't complain.  She just
moaned and grunted differently.  So did I.  I liked the look of her back
arching up like that.  I dropped her hands and leaned forward to grasp her
hair, twisting it into a long rope, and then used it to pull her head up.
That looked so great I started fucking her faster.  Her head moving back as
her shoulders were thrust forward made me fuck her even faster but Mom
didn't complain.  She seemed to be getting off on the wildness of it as
much as I.

   "Yeahhhhh, oh goddd, ohhhh, yeahhhhh."

   We were getting louder now but Mom didn't caution me to slow or quiet
down.  On the contrary, she was getting noisier and noisier.  I had to
release her hair and clamp my hand on her mouth but she twisted her head,
almost making me lose my grip.  She didn't try to get away.  Instead, she
sucked my fingers into her mouth and chewed on them, but not hard.

   I lost it.  I started rattling on her ass.  I knew I was about to come
and I went into gallop mode, hammering her into the mattress.  I put both
hands on her head and tried to put fingers from each into Mom's mouth.  Oh
god, oh god, I was coming, coming.  It felt like every fluid in my body was
draining out of me through a pipe that was too small, making it gush like a
fire hose.

   I slowed as my come subsided and released Mom's head.  She fell into the
pillow and my hands slid down to her narrow waist, circling it with my
fingers, emphasizing the flare of her hips and ass.  I held her firmly as I
pumped my last few strokes and felt her come, moaning into the pillow, legs
quivering between mine.

   Before I got off Mom to get dressed, I leaned forward and whispered in
her ear.

   "You don't need to wait another twenty years for that.  You can have it
from behind any time you want."

   I turned to look back at the door.  Mom was laying the same way as when
I first came in with her right leg already back to its pulled up position.
Only now, my cum was seeping out of her pussy.

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