Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Tales Nancy Friday Told 2 The New York Times Magazine of July 10, 1977 called the number of pregnant, unmarried teen-age girls who are determined to keep and raise their babies on their own a crisis of "epidemic" proportions. The number of households headed by women has increased by 55% in the past ten years. An estimated 45% of children born this year will live in single-parent homes for at least part of their youth. Figures like these are usually considered only in terms of the psychological damage done to the children concerned. What is ignored is that the single parent too often suffers emotional - and sexual - deprivation. Can we be surprised, in this permissive age when everyone seems to be in favor of doing everything, if a lonely young mother decides she will not be the only one starving at the feast of life, and slides over the border between a son's affectionate kisses and a young man's embrace? Indeed, in a house where a sexually developing boy lives with a sexually forlorn woman, can it be said that incestuous wishes are entirely the grown-up's idea? When I read the story of Butch my reaction was a sheer disbelief? (-NANCY) STORY OF BUTCH My father left Mother when I was a young child, so I did not have any idea as to the feelings of having a father around. Mother has worked since she was deserted, having been hired by her former boss because she was very well educated in his particular field, patent attorney. Initially Mom could only afford housing with one bedroom when I was a small child, and therefore, I slept in the same bed as her. Nothing sexual went on, but as time went on Mom hired house with two bedrooms. During that time, after school, I would stop off at my aunt's home until Mother finished work. My sex life began at twelve with my cousin Donna, who was a year younger than I. My cousin was very talented with a baton and did fancy dancing while she was performing. She would always ask me to be with her when she was practicing in the yard or the large room in the lower level of the house. While she was doing head turns, cartwheels, head standing, etc., she wore a very skimpy outfit. The pants were loose and it was while she was doing cartwheels that her little cunt was exposed to my view. It excited me to be able to see her cunt so plainly. During the warm weather, she would wear an even skimpier outfit; and the shoulder straps always dropped down, which would get her irritated. Her breasts were not yet showing, but just the sight of her nipples gave me a thrill. As often as her straps dropped, I would kiss her nipples and she wanted me to do that often. She asked if I would suck them like a baby, and I did. Well, soon I was exploring her bottom; and she never made an effort to stop me. It soon was a regular event with us, each time leading to more and more types of sex fun. At night when I was in bed, I dreamed about what I would do. Jacking off became a regular event. Whenever my cousin and I could get in a hidden place, we would take our clothes off and play with each other. While I was up, close to her cunt, my cousin asked me to kiss her cunt. That did it. Soon I was sucking her cunt, and she returned the pleasure by sucking my cock. Well, as time went on, my fantasies became a lot more elaborate, dreaming about girls who I saw at the pool, on the street, or met at a show. One time when I was about 14 years old, I was in my room and really beating my meat. I had a mirror between my legs and was watching the hand jacking off my cock. The event happened I was so afraid of: My mother came into my room to wake me up for school and found me beating my meat. All she said was to get dressed when I was finished. Well, a guy hates to face his mother after he gets caught red-handed, so I did not leave my room to come down for breakfast. Soon Mother was back in my room and wanted to know what the matter was that I had not come to the breakfast table. She hugged me, kissed me, and told me to hurry as though she never saw what I had been doing. After we ate, she stood up, came over to where I was, took my arm, and had me stand up. Mom's face slowly leaned towards mine and I naturally leaned into her. Our lips parted instinctively then collided in a kiss. Mom's lips were warm and her breath was minty fresh. That kiss was much different from the love pecks on the cheek we gave each other before. She whispered to me that she loved me very much and to have a good day. That evening after we had finished the dishes, Mom spent a bit of time helping me with my lessons. She kept kissing me more than she ever had before. When it came bedtime, she told me to be sure to give her a kiss before I went to bed. That was a complete surprise to me. I did go to her room. She was in bed. She opened the bed sheets and told me to lay down by her as she wanted to have a talk with me. I knew then what she had on her mind. She started off by saying, "What you were doing this morning is a natural thing for all boys to do, so do not think you are alone." She told me that girls and boys all over the world are doing the same thing. She made me feel so relieved about playing with my cock. The next night when she called me to bed with her, I was surprised to find her without a bit of clothing on. She told me to remove my p.j.' s. She liked to have me lay up against her body with my back to her, and she reached down and held my cock while we were talking. That soon led her to jacking my cock, and she asked if I enjoyed what she was doing. Sure I did. Then she asked if I would suck her nipples. My mom then pulled her nightie off and threw it to the floor. Then she undid her bra and let her amazing breasts swing free. Then last she pulled her panties down, all the time I didn't blink once. I saw just how beautiful she was! Mom had her legs spread wide, holding her legs up with her hands holding her thighs. I could see Mom in all her glory! Her small breasts with big chewy nipples, her lovely red bush hiding her delicious pink lips; her long lovely legs! She looked absolutely fabulous, and better than I had even imagined! Mom pressed her tits together and asked, "Do you like what you see?" I opened my mouth but couldn't manage to say anything. I was completely speechless. Mom smiled mischievously, then leaned into my ear and whispered, "Better than any you saw so far?" My face got hot. She caught me! Still stunned, I nodded yes. She placed herself in a position so I was underneath her breasts. I was sucking her tits like a baby would. That led to other sex acts. She asked if I would be willing to suck her cunt, if she showed me how. I got on my knees and started to lick her pussy. I grabbed her thighs and went to work like a dog that hasn't drank anything in days. Then my mom stopped me and she pulled me up on my feet. She grabbed my cock and started to lick the head of my cock. "Oh god yes mom, that feels amazing." "I know honey, just relax and let me take care of you" She then put my entire cock in her mouth. It was a little over 6 inches at that time. I was just looking down and watching my moms head go up and down on my dick. It was undoubtedly the hottest thing I have ever seen or felt. After just a couple of minutes of her sucking me off, she said, "Now fuck me baby." Mom placed my cock against her vaginal opening, and I took a hold of her pushed my hips forward, sending my virgin cock inside her hot, wet, dripping, steamy hole! Soon both of us were moaning like animals. I cannot describe in words adequately what that very moment felt like, or meant to me. It was hands down the greatest thing I have ever felt in my life. "Oh yes baby, fuck mommy, fuck mommy like the slut she is baby. A Little harder baby, yes yes, thats it, fuck your sluttly mommy." Her talking like that took me over the edge and within 5 minutes. "YYYYEEEESSSSSS MOMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYY, IIIMMMMMM GGGOOOOOIIIINNNNGGGGG TTTOOOOOO CCCCCUUUUUUMMMMM" "No baby takes it out, don't cum in Me." my mom yelled as she tried to pull me out of her, but I was too far gone, and in a position over her where she couldnt push me off. And soon I was shooting my load inside my mommys womb. Still my mommy was yelling, "don't cum in me, DONT CUM IN ME DAMN IT" After my orgasm subside, i pulled out and mom gave me a very angry look, and then said "what the fuck is wrong with you." i said to myself "shit, i might have just ruined this whole thing." I cleaned up and dried off, then went to my room, pissed at myself. an hour later mom came to my room, looking a lot more calm. "Mom I am so sorry, I didn't mean to cum in you, I just couldn't help it, my body just took over." "Don't worry about it baby. I understand that was your first time and it's hard to have control over it. I am sorry I went off the handle at you." "Really your not mad at me. But your gonna get pregnant" "haha, honey just because a man cums inside a woman doesn't mean she's getting pregnant. A woman's body has to be just right for her to get pregnant. And I seriously doubt that one time will get me pregnant. It's nothing to worry about honey" "Oh, well does this mean we still get to have sex" "haha you have a one track mind don't you. Yes baby we'll still have sex. But from now on your gonna to wear a condom, understand" "yes maam, I understand." "Good, now get to bed, honey, tomorrow is Sunday and I don't have to work at all, so you are gonna need your rest if you are gonna keep up with me." The next few years were the best ever, mom and I fucked every day, and it was incredible. I would fuck Mom in a number of positions; we both enjoyed giving the other oral pleasure (I loved eating Mom's pussy, and she enjoyed sucking me!). Mom never let me fuck her ass, but she would let me lick it (God, I loved running my tongue inside her ass!) and occasionally let me slide a finger inside while I ate her pussy! I enjoyed sucking on my mother's breasts, and chewing on her large nipples. I was also into sucking her toes! Outside of the bedroom, the relationship my mom and I shared was probably not unlike that shared by other single moms and only sons. We still had our disagreements and differences, and yes, we were closer than some (even if we hadn't become intimate), but overall, our relationship was in a lot of ways typical of other mothers and son, and definitely typical of the relationship shared by a husband and wife. Mom would let me know is she was interested in sex as I massaged her feet at night, with us doing it sometimes on the sofa, sometimes going on to bed. Other times, if I went on to bed before her, if Mom wanted to get fucked, she would take her nightie off before getting into bed, and wake me up. If she got into bed nude, I knew she wanted me. I can remember lying in bed, pretending to be asleep, just hoping she was horny like I was, and wishing she would come to bed without her nightie. It seems like whenever this was the case, she normally could sense my need, and would come to bed ready to be fucked! Not always, but often that was the case. We also would make love occasionally in the morning. If this happened, it happened more often on the weekend, as she had to get to work during the week, and I to school. By the time I was in college, I wanted to date girls on campus; Mom didn't want to continue if we weren't going to remain faithful to each other. We decided to end the sexual part of our relationship when I left that weekend, but not before we made incredible love to each other over that weekend! Today I am very happily married. Can you be surprised to hear that it is my beautiful mother I often thinks about, dream about, while masturbating? Who could ever forget such a mother? We have both gone on with our lives. Mom and I are still close, but not intimate.