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 (inc,mom-son) Son Weds Mom

   My mom Melinda was sixteen when she had me out of wedlock.  I went back
and forth between foster homes and her till I was six.  At the age of six,
I was adopted by a childless couple.  My mom remained in touch for a couple
of years than disappeared.  I came to know later that she married someone
and went to live in Canada.  My time with my foster parents was not good.
When I was a young lad of 12 my alcoholic foster mother died.  I don't know
whether it was her death or the stress of his job that my foster father had
a nervous breakdown.

   I had ample opportunity to run with the wrong crowd, even in small-town
like Kansas.  The cops knew me, but I was a kid and hadn't yet done
anything more than misdemeanors.  By the time I entered teens I was labeled
as Poor white trash.  I wasn't really angry at the world or anything like
that.  I was just young, dumb, and full of cum.  I got arrested for the
first time when I was 14.  I lost my cherry at 16 to a voluptuous married
woman of 43 who rewarded me for cleaning her pool by sucking and fucking me
once a week.

   I celebrated my 18th by getting arrested.  Mr.  M managed to keep it a
juvenile crime, warning me that I would get no more chances.  In December I
got arrested two more times, and three weeks later I was involved in an
armed robbery.  Mr.  M prevailed on the judge to give me a choice: 5 years
or the Army.  I took the Army.

   The Army worked for me.  I thrived in its regime.  I found a different
path than the one I had been on, and I took to it.  Promotions came
quickly. I became a Ranger.  I started to study, but declined OCS.  It was
a good life.  I could see myself making a career of it.  It was around this
time that Mr.  M died.  One night, drinking with my unit, I got into a
fight with this pussy E-7 and chipped a few of his teeth.  That little
bitch pressed charges, and I was given the choice: Get busted to E-3 or get
out as an E-6.  I got out.

   I was looking for a job and a woman to settle down when my long lost mom
came back into my life.  She was widow and living in Toronto.  She searched
for me through some old contacts and finally phoned me one day.  After the
initial tidbits she invited me to her home.  She gave me her address and
after a week I landed on the Toronto airport.  She met me outside the
baggage claim and I recognized her immediately.  She stood in front of me,
looking nervous as she said.  "Hi"

   Mom was slimmer than average, with long legs and a cute, girlishly round
arse.  She was wearing a knee-length tan-colored pleated skirt and a white
blouse with buttons down the front that just barely covered her stomach.  I
guessed that if she were to raise her arms a good portion of her midriff
would be exposed.

   "Hi Melinda ...  err Mom" I said.

   We hugged and she cried.  She cried for the day she had lost me and she
cried for the day she had found me.  She cried for every day in between. 
Tears were running from her oak-colored eyes, down to her soft cheeks.  She
brushed them away.  "I don't deserve to be called 'mom'.  I've never been a
mother to you, or anyone."

   Her body shook as she cried, gasping for air between sobs.  Suddenly
whatever angst I had felt regarding this whole situation seemed trivial.

   I wondered what to do or say as I watched her.  Her cheeks were wet with
her tears and her body quaked as she cried.  I knew that perhaps there was
really nothing I could do to alleviate the guilt and torment she must have
felt for nineteen years.  All I could do to try to comfort her by slipping
my arms around her, holding her as she trembled, trying to quell her sobs.
Eventually she unwrapped her arms from her waist and put them around me. 
Her tears were beginning to wet my shirt as she leaned her head on my
chest.

   "I'm so sorry, Nick.  I don't know why you don't hate me," she sputtered
"I just wish there was something I could do to make everything alright."

   "You already have," I told her "you made the right decision when I was
born; never question it."

   She slowly raised her head to look at me.  Her bottom lip trembled and
her cheeks were covered with rivers of tears.

   Once we reached her house, we eased into the intimate conversations.  We
hardly took our eyes off each other.  We both reached across to touch the
others hand or arm as they spoke, as if to make sure we were really there.
Later she took me to dinner at the CN tower's 360 restaurant.  We were 115
stories up, rotating around a view of Lake Ontario and all of Toronto that
was spectacular.

   The next morning I got up fairly early, about seven.  I walked down the
short carpeted hallway, heading to the bathroom.  The door was open just a
crack and not completely closed.  The light from the bathroom shone through
the small crack between the door and the frame.  I saw mom standing inside
turning her bare body left and right.  She sucked in her stomach and held
it in with one hand while she lifted one of her breasts with the other.

   I knew that I should leave but something kept me staring.  I forgot it
was my mother I was looking at.  Her soft pink body was pretty nice for a
woman her age.  I could see her long hard dark nipple pushing outward as
well as her full mound of dark pubic hair.  I watched as she turned facing
the other way.  Her full round ass was completely mine to view.

   Although nothing happened further but that incident made me to look at
her in a different light.  Mom used to wear a bathrobe around the house,
and I don't think she mostly had anything under it.  I would find myself
wondering at times if she had been going naked while I was not there, and
only wore the robe because I was around.

   One day I asked my mom why she is living in a small flat if her late
husband was a rich guy.  She looked at me for some time and then said,

   "He was a freak"

   "You mean really mad?" I inquired

   "Not really, but you won't believe what he said in his Will" she said

   "If you don't mind you can tell me.  I am good at keeping secrets."

   "Well the fact is that he left all his wealth to the man who will marry
me and that's not all.  He wanted me to marry before his death anniversary
or all his wealth will go to a charity."

   "Oh Gees.  How far his anniversary" I asked.

   "Its only two weeks away"

   "What?  And you have not yet remarried, why?"

   "It may sound a bit foolish but I have a problem trusting men.  I think
that as soon as my next husband will get his hands on money he will leave
me.  What will I get - nothing?  I think my late husband wanted to take
some sort of revenge from me"

   "Revenge"

   "Yes revenge, because when I married him I told him nothing about my
past.  Somehow he came to know about that, specially the fact that I had a
child before marrying him."

   "And out of wedlock."

   "Please don't mention that, its sounds rude now."

   With that our conversation on the subject came to end.  In my mind,
however, I kept thinking about the wealth that will go waste because of
nonsense Will.  Is it possible to stop that will going to charity?

   Next day I cornered Mom in the kitchen, while she fixed us a quick
dinner.  I said, "I had an idea to hit back at your husband?"

   "Really, and what is that?" she asked

   "Marry someone you can trust" I said

   "Do you have anyone in mind?" she asked smiling.

   "What about Me" I said

   "What" mom was shocked and her face turned red as she heard me.  "Are
you gone out of your mind?"

   "It won't be a real marriage mom; it will help you to get the
inheritance you deserve." I told her.

   "Nick, I'm not a kid...this isn't a Hollywood movie...things don't
always end up the way you want them to...and this kind of a
relationship...we shouldn't be doing this..."

   "Hey come on.  Nobody here knows our true relation so there is no legal
hindrance in our marrying each other."

   "It still looks pretty weird"

   `This is the only way of getting your hands on your husband's wealth"

   "Hey wait a minute.  Now I understand why you are suggesting this
because wealth will be yours not mine."

   "Let's make a deal then Mom.  I also want a comfortable life so how
about fifty-fifty?" I immediately suggested and she looked at me for a long
time.

   "Now you are talking some sense." She finally said.

   "So you agree."

   "If it will be a paper marriage then yes, but promise me that you will
divorce me as soon as the transfer of wealth will be completed."

   "I agree." I said and watched my mom's ass jiggle under her skirt as she
strolled away.

   Standing up, she leaned over and filled two glasses of wine.  Stepping
around the coffee table, standing in front of me, she leaned down and
gently tapped her glass to mine.

   "To us," she said, lifting the glass to her lips and taking a long
swallow.

   "To us," I grinned and took a sip on my drink.

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   A traditional wedding was not on our agenda as a religious ceremony
typically meant a dress, guests, a reception and a wedding cake.  We were
not in a position to afford any of them.  It wasn't going to be a big
wedding, just trip in front of a magistrate.  What we were interested in
was a marriage license so we could make a cclaim for the wealth.

   I wore a black suit for the occasion while mom wore a retro fashion
white halter top dress, white hosiery and white 3 inch high heels.  The
dress itself had a circle skirt and was knee length.  Under it was a rather
stiff and quite rustling white 60 yard petticoat.  Mom Melinda looked like
an 18 year old virgin bride.  Her make up was very nice.  Her eye shadow
emphasized her brilliant blue eyes and her lips were very red.  Her perfume
was intoxicating and she was looking sexy.  She was having a profound
effect on me as I struggled to control myself.

   If I was 22 and mom was 38.  Her make up made her look younger.  The
slight age difference was there but it was visible only to those who had
the habit to take a close look at almost every thing.

   Our marriage was performed in the Magistrate's Office in front of two
lawyers and two neighbors.  When we exchanged the rings the magistrate said
to me, "You may kiss the bride," Mom was shocked and put her head down.  I
whispered to her that kissing in front of these people was part of the
tradition.  I quickly pulled the lace kerchief from her head and thrust my
tongue deep within her throat.  She then kissed me so hard it made
magistrate uncomfortable.  Finally, several long moments later, we broke,
gasping for breath.

   After signing some documents we discussed the matter of inheritance with
our lawyer.  He assured us that in about one month the wealth will be
transferred to us.  By the time we left the lawyer office it was evening so
we decided to have a sumptuous dinner.  We went to a fancy French
restaurant.  Mom asked for some wine and I was happy with beer.  She sipped
her wine and smacked her lips.  Soon her glass was empty and she held it
out for me to fill it up again.

   She was giggling now as she said, "The bubbles tickle my nose."

   "You are getting drunken honey," I said

   "You want me drunk so you can make love to me!" She yelled.

   It seemed like the whole room was watching us now.  I was shocked though
my cock was amused at the suggestion.

   "This is no place to talk loudly Melinda."

   I stood up and took her by the hand and she half stumbled as she got up.
She leaned into me as she was having hard time walking.

   On the ride home, I told her a few funny things that I'd gotten into and
we shared a lot of laughter, her being extremely susceptible to laughter.
Soon, we got back in the house; and she asked me to come to her room to
help her changing the dress.

   Once inside her room she kicked off her shoes and fell back onto the
bed. I started to unbuttoned her blouse, took it off, and then slide down
her skirt.

   "I like my granny panties?" She giggled as I removed the last of her
outer clothing.

   She started to wiggle her hips as she grasped the white material,
kicking her legs as she tried getting them off.

   It was no surprise that she had a semi hairy bush.  As she spread her
legs I noticed that the pink folds of her pussy were hidden under her soft
brown curls.

   She wiggled as I slide a finger over it.

   I started to slide a finger inside her.

   "No!  Nick...  what are you trying to do!" she looked mad.

   I got froze for a moment.  "I thought..." I paused..., "If fate has made
us husband and wife then why not act like husband and wife for a while"

   "No, No, No"

   "Listen this will help us behave like husband and wife in the presence
of others or people will start suspecting." I tried to convince her.

   "You have a point here ...  I don't know what to say?"

   I flicked finger over her clit and she smiled.

   "Ouch that hurts!" She said.

   "Do you want me to stop...should I leave you alone?"

   "Please Nick...don't be mean...  I haven't been touched like that in a
long time." She said smiling.

   I kept running a finger over her clit as slide two fingers inside her.
She moaned again and I pressed in a bit further.  She squirmed a little as
I kept pressing.

   I decided that my finger on her clit should be replaced by my tongue.  I
moved my head down and ran my tongue over her throbbing clit.

   "That's nasty," She said; but she didn't tell me to stop so I kept
licking as my fingers curved up and started playing with her g spot

   "Wha...?" "What are you doing?

   I didn't answer as my finger rubber her g spot softly and my tongue kept
sucking her clit.

   Soon she was writhing on the bed.  She started humping my face.  Soon
her pussy contracted and she came on my face.

   "That was nice," she whispered a bit exhausted.

   But I wasn't through and I knelt between her open legs and slide my
steel hard cock in her pussy with one big shove.

   "OUCH!  that hurts!" She screamed at me.

   "Damn the torpedo and full steam ahead," I yelled.

   I kept ramming her with my cock and pretty soon, we had a nice rhythm
going.  She wrapped her legs around my back and started humping me back

   Sweat now glistening off our bodies.

   I wanted to cum so bad inside her tight pussy but I wanted her to
experience what making love with someone was truly about.  Not just, wham
bam thank you Ma'am.

   I shook off my nut and kept driving in and out of her.  Once more, her
pussy squeezed me and she came once more.

   She must have felt my dick pulse because between her moans she started
pleading again "OOOOhhhh .....Oohhhhhh, no don't!!!" she breathed out.  "

   "Don"t what?!" I replied.

   "Nickkk OOOOOhhh...please don't!"

   "Don't what dear???"

   At that point I shot my load deep in her pussy as I heard her reach
another climax shouting: "Don't cum in MEEEEEEEEE....  OOOOOOOh Nooooooo,
you, you.....are.....ooooooh...  not weaaaring a condooom.  Aaaaaaaaawwwwww
God!!!!!!!!"

   She exploded on my cock and I let loose once she was starting cumming.
She would cum and then I would squirt a little into her.  Afterwards she
said,

   "Now that you have satisfied your desires for my body I want to tell you
something," she said.  "Sometimes when you fulfill a need and return to
reality there's a feeling that you shouldn't have done that.  Please don't
feel so, what we did was not something bad.  Of course, society says that a
mother and her son mustn't have sex with each other.  But you shouldn't
feel guilty or bad for what we did.  Treat it as an experience, nothing
more than that."

   I was so tired and stressed with all that happened to me in the last few
hours that I barely noticed when mom turned off the bedside lamp.  We feel
asleep in each other's arms.

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   The next morning I awoke feeling great, until the memory of what had
happened the night before shot into my mind.  Looking to my side I saw mom
sleeping quietly on her back.  It wasn't a dream!  As I remembered what we
had been doing some hours before a doubt begun to grow in me.  I was afraid
that it just happened because mom had drunk too much of wine.  It would be
hell when she woke up!  Even so I felt my prick slowly getting hard again.
Thinking, as in the song, "Whatever will be will be," I decided to have
what might be my last sight of mom's naked body.

   Very slowly, so as not to wake her, I took hold of the sheet that
covered both of us and started to move it down.  In a while I could see
mom's naked body again, her tits moving up and down with the pace of her
breathing; her surprisingly flat belly and the large expanse of brown fur,
still sticky with the mixture of my dried semen and her own juices.  The
velvety skin of her rounded thighs had several shiny stains.  I had a
moment of apprehension when I saw that she was waking up.  Was mom thinking
the same as me?  Her eyes twinkled several times, then she looked down at
her own naked body and then slowly back in my direction.  After a moment a
shy smile sprang to lips.

   "What are you looking at?"

   "I was looking at your body.  You know that you have a wonderful body?"
She smiled again, delightedly at my admiration of her.  Seeing that she
didn't have any bad feelings about what happened the night before I bent
closer and delicately took a nipple in my mouth.  She sighed and started
caressing my hair.

   "Thank you, mom!" I whispered looking into her tender face.

   "Why?"

   "Because you gave me the most wonderful gift I ever received.  Until now
you were just my loving mother; but now you are a most beautiful female! 
You can't realize how happy I am.  I feel much better now.  I was afraid
you would blame me for what we did."

   "By no means, there's nothing to regret!"

   "Just one thing you said yesterday after we...  well...you know.  You
said that I should treat it as an experience.  Does that mean that it's all
over?"

   "Yes," she answered without hesitation.

   "And why is that?"

   "Because I'm your mother, we are not supposed to do that."

   "Mom, I don't understand why should we act in accordance with a rule
that was established thousands of years ago by a silly feeble-minded?  Why
can we being just a man and a woman?  We are both adults, nobody is being
forced to do it.  Even in the eyes of society it won't be a sin."

   "It's not a matter of society, you must understand that..."

   "Just answer my question!" I almost shout, surprising myself with my
strong determination.

   I looked intently into her eyes and she raised the head, her face
blushed thoroughly.  I came close and surrounded mom in my arms.  It seems
that it was what she was despairingly expecting me to do.

   "Oh Nick, my dear I'm so confused; I don't know what to do."

   This was the first time I'd seen mom show any weakness.  We were both
sat on the bed, I held her in my arms and she buried her face in my chest,
which was quickly becoming damp with her tears.  She was sobbing loudly,
like a child, her body shaking uncontrollably.  It lasted a long time
before it began to subside.  To follow through would have been to rape mom
and this wasn't in my plans.

   "Easy Mom, it's all right now.  I understand...  I think that the best
thing now is for you to take a shower whilst I fix a breakfast for us." She
seemed relieved with my decision; I held her face and tenderly kissed her
forehead.  Quickly she jumped out of bed and stepped into to the bathroom.
I looked at her naked body for what I believed was the last time.

   The breakfast had been very embarrassing, both of us avoiding looking
directly at each other.

   After breakfast I took a shower and decided to go out.  After knowing
that soon I would get my hands on some money I wanted to buy a new car for
mom as a gift.  I was opening the front door when she came hurrying out of
her bedroom.

   "Nick, hold on a moment please.  Where are you going?"

   "I'm going to do some shopping."

   "Nick honey, we need to talk."

   "If you don't mind, can we talk tomorrow?  It's a Sunday and we have the
whole day."

   "I ...  I want to talk now." The only thing I could guess she wanted to
talk about was what had taken place the night before.  "Please Nick, five
minutes." She almost implored me.

   "OK, let's talk".

   "Do you mind if we sit?" She grabbed me by the hand and led me to the
sofa.

   "Nick, I spent some time thinking about what happened between us and..."
It seemed that she had prepared a speech for the occasion and was trying to
luck up the courage to say it.  I decided to help her.

   "Mom, listen, we already talked about it.  You don't need to worry; it
does gonna be the way you want." I was trying to be polite and not show any
resentment about her decision.

   "Honey, it's not what you're thinking, well...  it is but," she came
closer to me and placed a hand on my leg, her voice was almost a whisper.
"As I said, I thought about everything carefully and came to a conclusion.
You were right when said there is something between you and me, and if you
and I agree and keep it in secret then it's OK.  This morning you asked me
one thing that I didn't dare to answer but I will do it now: Yes, it was
very good, I hadn't had so strong an orgasm for a long time."

   "Do you mean, you and I...?" It was my turn to be stunned at what she
was saying.  Mom nodded several times and, as if to seal her intentions,
she gave a light kiss on my lips.  I pulled her against me and mashed my
lips against hers.  Mom jumped on top of me, sitting on my lap.  I was
amazed and thrilled that she had changed her mind.

   "Are you still planning to go hopping?" She whispered almost inaudibly.

   "What do you want me to do?"

   "If you really don't mind I want you here..." I kissed her again and
placed a hand on her knee.  It was late fall, warm weather, and mom were
wearing a light and loose sleeveless cotton dress.  My hand slithered up
her leg, lifting the dress up and exposing her rounded thighs.  Slowly I
started unbuttoning her dress.  Once again her small lacy white bra was
revealed.

   "I don't understand why you wear a bra.  You don't need it."

   "Why don't we go to my room?  I have a surprise for you," she said in a
mysterious tone and with a funny look.  We rushed to her room and whilst we
kissed passionately I frantically removed her dress.

   "Sit down and watch," mom said and unclasped the bra exposing her bare
breasts.  She inserted a thumb in each side of the waistband and slowly,
very slowly, pulled them down.  I was treated to a breathtaking sight; the
formerly wide mat of thick fur that covered most of her lower belly was
gone.  Now there was just a small triangle, no more than two inches wide on
each side of her bare twat.  The cunt lips, now entirely visible, were
tightly closed, not easy after three births.

   "I hope you like it!"

   "It's wonderful!  Exactly the way I figured it should be."

   I inserted a finger in her pussy, it was wet again and made a sucking
sound as I played with it with my fingers.

   "I never saw a woman so juicy," I told her, "you should be called Miss
Honey Pot."

   "You fool!" She blushed and tenderly slapped my forearm.  We exchanged
light kisses like two young sweethearts, trying to make that moment last as
long as possible.

   "Tell me what made you change your mind," I said.

   "At the start I blamed myself, thinking that I had, intentionally or
not, created the circumstances to make it happen.  I felt responsible for
everything.  You are a man, and is not easy for a man, especially at your
age, to resist the temptations of a naked woman, even if that woman is your
mother.  I decided I should never have let you undress me and certainly
shouldn't have invited you to stay in my bed.  I was encouraging us to
start an incestuous relationship.  And the fact I was drunk is not an
excuse, there was only one logical conclusion, I did it intentionally." Mom
smiled shyly at me.  "Besides, there is something you don't know..."

   "Go on," I said eagerly.

   "the day before marriage I had a dream; and in my dream I was naked in
my bed when you came into my room naked as well.  Without a word you kissed
my lips and my breasts and we made love.  The sensation was so vivid that I
woke up sure that it had really happened!  For many hours I was embarrassed
by the dream and the only explanation I could think of was that I had been
without sex for a long time.

   "So this time I did my best to be rational and came to the conclusion
that what was done was done; we couldn't simply erase it from our lives. 
If we pretended it never happened sooner or later it would emerge again. 
And, as you said, we are two adults.  If we are attracted to each other in
different way than society expects it's our business.

   "Another reason was that in the last few months I've dated a couple of
men and it's was always the same, we'd see each other at a cocktail party
or during a meeting and if there was a spark we'd have a 'business dinner'
together and go to a hotel for a sex session.  There'd just be time for
some quick foreplay, a fuck, a shower and then it would be time to leave.
Even with the man I saw for a long time it was the same." she paused and
looked at me.

   "With you it was different, there was all those previous thrilling
moments.  I loved the way your manhood softened inside me, your arms
wrapping my naked body.  I said to myself, 'Why should I deny myself
another of those wonderful moments?' The angel perched on my right shoulder
shouted, 'Because it's wrong!' and the little devil on the other shoulder
said, 'And who told you that it must be always right?' I bet you can guess
who won!"

   I leapt over mom, one leg on each side of her body, raised her to my
chest and hugged tightly.  I was in a high state of arousal I didn't care.
I would give my mom all the love and affection she had been deprived of
over the years.

   "From now on you're going to be my wife in every sense of the word," I
announced.

   "Are you serious?"

   "I've never had been so serious.  I know that outside we must be careful
but if we go away at weekends where nobody knows us we will be just another
couple of sweethearts."

   "I'm not sure that I would look like your wife.  Don't forget I'm old
enough to be your mother!" We both giggled then I went on,

   "First of all there are lots of couples where the woman is much older
than the man and no one sees anything wrong with.  Besides, we can make
some changes in the way you dress.  At home and at weekends you should wear
something relaxed, I mean jeans, tee-shirts or shorter dresses."

   "Hey, I'm not young enough to wear miniskirts!"

   "I'm not suggesting miniskirts, just something lighter and shorter, a
few inches above the knees would be right.  You have a such nice legs." I
rolled over on the bed with mom on top of me.  "Now let's stop talking,
there's more important things to do."

   "For example"

   "You can raise you belly a little bit and put my dick in your pussy.  I
bet you'll love it." Obeying my request she raised her torso and, holding
my dick, aimed it at her pussy.  She moved down my body until her now small
patch of pubic hair was grinding against mine.  She covered my lips with
hers and darted her tongue in mouth.  With mom on top, her legs slightly
bent at each side of my body, I could freely massage her back and her
perfectly shaped ass.  With one hand on each mound I forced her body down
against mine.

   I was doing my best to delay cumming as long as I could.  I wanted to
make mom have more pleasure than she ever felt before.  Her panting turned
into a long loud wail announcing that she was having a overwhelming orgasm.
Her nails were digging into my back which hurt but at the same time I
enjoyed.  At that moment I came, a flow of warm semen flooding the depths
of her womb.  Her body was relaxed over mine as her excitement subsided.

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