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 Wet Wet Pillow Talk

   I was a late bloomer, and did not hit puberty until I was sixteen.  But
when I did hit puberty, people had to watch out.  Between my sixteenth and
seventeenth birthday, I became big and strong.  By the time I was twenty I
was quiet a hunk.  By then I came to learn some secrets about my family. 
Let me tell you about some of them.

   I was taking a shortcut home through some backyards when I first spotted
my father going into the rear door of a divorcee neighbor's house. 
Subsequent surveillance confirmed the old man's assignation.  Repeated
rendezvous were regular things, timed to mom's open house days.  I caught
my younger Sister with her boyfriend's pants down, when I came home
unexpectedly, the folks being out late to a party.  The recreation room was
the farcical scene of much scrambling and garbled explanations, but I did
get that she was on birth-control and that she was no virgin by that time.
I managed not to laugh out loud until I was in my room.

   Last but not the least was the fact that my mother name ed Janice smoked
secretly.  One day when mom thought she was alone I came home early.  She
hadn't heard me pull up, as I could see her through the double glass doors
looking over the backyard.  My mom is a house wife, and looks very
beautiful when she wants to.  Her figure is neither slim nor plump.  I have
always thought my mom was pretty, but not in a sexual way.

   She had on a yellow tailored suit, that showed off her handsome figure.
The front had a low cut bodice which provided a bit of cleavage.  To my
amazement, stopping me dead in my tracks, she pulls out a cigarette from
between her tits and a pack of matches from a pocket and lights up!  DAMN!
Mom smokes!  I made a quiet retreat and drove around the area killing some
time before, returning.

   I do love to puff too!  It's not that I'm addicted.  On the few
occasions that I get that chance of sylvan solitude, I have a Rum Crook.  A
rare treat, Rum Crooks are smaller cigars that have been soaked in rum. 
They are mild and sweet tasting, hard to find and so delicious!  But my
real secret was reading incest theme porno novels.  My favorite authors
were Grace Wilkinson, Jon Reskin, and Kathy Andrews.

   Things were going the way they were but one day I saw something that
changed my views about my mother altogether.  I figured that I was the only
one who would be home for at least a couple of more hours.  I went to my
room and began to change my dress when I heard a thud upstairs, which of
course would be my mom's room.  Of course the first thing that went through
my mind was a burglar had broken in and was stealing mom's jewelry.  I grab
my baseball bat which was leaning in the corner and quietly went out of my
room and to the stairs.  Once upstairs I walked to my mom's door which was
slightly opened.  I wanted to peek in first to make sure the burglar did
not have a gun, something a bat just would not be a match for.  What I saw
shocked me completely.

   Mom was inside the room and was standing at the foot of the of the bed,
with her back turned to me.  The sheets and quilt were off the bed, and mom
was bending over to pick up a box which she had dropped on the floor when
she had pulled the new clean sheets out of the closest.  But what shocked
me was the fact that mom was completely naked except for only a pair of
bright ankle high socks.  I knew that I should have turned, that seeing my
mom's naked ass was wrong, but I could not tear my eyes away from what I
thought was a flawless and sexy ass.  I could even see mom's thick pussy
lips peeking at me between her thighs.

   Mom straightened up and turned towards her dresser which fortunatly for
me had her right side now facing me.  She walked over to the dresser and I
could see her breasts jiggle from her movement and it just sent shudders
through me and made my dick throb inside my pants.  I saw her bare ass
cheeks sway in a sexual manner and I felt my heart beating so hard I was
sure it was going to burst from my chest.  I could prefectly see her
stomach, which had the slight roundness to it, and the side of her bare
breast.  Because they were so large they slightly hung down.  I could also
see her nipple which seemed to be hard and looked to be the size of a
quarter.  As I said before I had never looked at my mom in a sexual manner,
but at this moment all I could think about was just how sexy she looked.

   One time she walked fairly close to the door facing me, and I though she
might come out and catch me.  I quickly moved out of her sight.  The whole
scene was dancing down in my eyes and I failed to understand how sexy and
seductive my mother is.  I was fantasizing the whole episode on my bed to
have a smooth jerk off.

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   After a couple of months my sister went to study in Boston.  Dad was
spending more and more time away from home.  Thus, the stage was set for
exploiting my mother's emotional vulnerability, entering her body with my
loving flesh.  I had concluded by observation - listening actually, rather
than viewing - that my parent's love life was nil, was no longer an active
part of what was between them.  Mother was effectively celibate.  My father
was getting his satisfaction elsewhere, if at all.  He was not taking care
of his spousal duties.  This was the setting for my mother's seduction.

   A lazy Tuesday morning, when my father was on a business trip, I decided
to put my daring plan in action.  I quietly moved from my room to sneak
into room of my mom.  She was lying still.  I sliped into bed with her.

   I am wearing only my jockey shorts.  She has on a mid-length satin
nightgown, that she wore the evening before, when we had been downstairs,
reading in the living room.  I don't know if she has panties on underneath,
but I am betting she does not.  That will make my seduction easier, if it
is to succeed.  I risk quite a lot on this venal venture, but I believe it
is a calculated chance, to try to connect with my maternal parent in a
carnal way.  It is sinful, that which I, her son, seek to fulfill with my
mother.  But if she succumbs, it will be sweet for both of us.  The percale
cotton sheets are cool, as I slide in between them, to sidle up next to my
mom.

   I waited, with my elbow propping up my head, turned on my right side
toward her.  My prick was rock hard despite my nervousness.  Mom yawned,
and opened her eyes.  When she saw me, she became alarmed and awoke
instantly.

   "Alex!  What do you think you're doing here?"

   "Don't freak-out mom, I have a favor to ask you."

   "You don't have to climb in bed with me, to do that!"

   "Well, that kind of has to do with the favor.  Just listen and you'll
understand.  Please?"

   "Okay, but make it quick, then I have to get up."

   "It's like this.  I have had plenty of experiences with girls, making
out, and such . ."

   "Uh-huh, I know you've dated quite a lot."

   "Yes, but not so much lately, it's hard to meet gals, when everybody in
graduate school is running in a different direction.  My love life is
rather paltry at the moment."

   "Okay, but why are you in my bed?"

   "I'm getting to that.  I'm now twenty five, and I have never really had
the experience of . . .  to cuddle with a woman in bed.  I get so lonely. I
just want to see what it's like.  Could we snuggle a little, please mom?"

   "I'm your mother, I don't think that it would be such a good idea for us
to do that."

   "Remember how you taught me to dance?"

   "This is different, Alex."

   "And how you gave me back rubs, when I had scoliosis and I was in a
back-brace for two years."

   "Yes, but . ."

   "Now days, I give you back rubs, and leg-rubs when you're tired, after a
long day of housework."

   "And that is much appreciated."

   "Well, this is just like that stuff.  It's a way to help me know what
it's like, to hug and hold someone you love in bed.  I just want to
experience that for once, rather than having to clutch my pillow, and
pretend it's a female.  That's all I want.  Is it so much to ask, for a few
just a minutes?  Then I'll get up and help you with the chores."

   "Okay, for a few minutes, then I have a list of things you can do."

   "Great mom!  Thanks!" I scootched over and took her in my arms.  Step
one, done.  Next the soothing strokes.  I held mom, and she returned my
hug, not awkwardly at all.  It seemed quite natural.  My hands on her back
began to slide up and down the silky material of her gown.  I stayed to
just her back bone, and above the waist, not straying with my hands.  I did
certified that she had no bra on, underneath.  I was sure of that however,
since her breasts were pressing against my chest; I could feel the nipples,
they were nice firm buttons.

   "I'm sorry you get lonely at school.  Do you have a crowd here in town
that you hang around with, that you might date some of those girls?"

   "Not yet.  Don't you get lonely when dad's out of town on his trips?"

   "Of course I do, but then he comes back, and we are together again."

   "But you guys don't make love any more."

   "That's private.  What made you say that?"

   "Well," My hands now commenced to roam slightly lower, to the top of her
hips and then to her shoulders again, making a broad circuit.  As I
thought, no panties either.  "I used to hear you and dad making love
regularly.  I haven't heard a thing since I got back.  I didn't hear
anything at Christmas time, either.  Have you stopped doing it altogether?"

   "Yeah, I remember having to chase you back to bed, when you were a
Senior in High School, so we could get some privacy." You don't still
listen at our door, do you?" Then she said, as an aside, not so much for my
ears, as expressing her frustration, "Not that there is anything to hear,
lately . ."

   Naturally, since I was hugging her close, I heard that remark, made
under her breath.  I picked up on that, as I moved my left leg, which was
higher, to between her legs.  "So, you two aren't having relations, I
didn't think so.  Is dad having an affair?"

   "What makes you think that?"

   "Okay, are you?"

   "Alex!  No, I'm not having an affair!"

   "Well, what about dad?"

   Mom got a real sad look on her face and hugged me tighter.  "I . .  I
don't think so, but sometimes . ." She was about in tears, "I sometimes
wonder if he is messing around with a secretary.  I don't mean his own, I
trust her, she's married with three kids.  But some of the younger ones
I've seen, when I went into his office in the city . . .  they are awfully
attractive . . .  and I'm just an old . ." Now she was crying, "an old
cow!"

   I held her and began to kiss her cheeks.  "No you aren't, you're very
beautiful, you still have lots of sex appeal, mom.  You are not an old
cow." I was kissing her forehead, her cheeks, then her ears, then her
eyelids, then her mouth.  "I think you are very hot, I love holding your
gorgeous body.  You are still a very attractive woman."

   ""No, I'm not." But the weeping had nearly stopped.

   "I think you are.  This is proof." I pushed my erection into her
abdomen.

   She laughed (thank God!) and backed away slightly.  "You can't fool me,
that's your piss woodie.  Now let's get up."

   "No it's not.  You gave that stiffy to me, I love the feel of your body
next to mine."

   "Alex, don't."

   "It's true mom.  I think your breasts are very pretty."

   "When did you see my bosom?"

   "The other day, when you were changing, I started to come in, but I saw
what you were doing, and I backed out.  But I got to see them." A lie.

   "I didn't see you."

   "Your back was to the door, I saw in the mirror."

   "You liked them?  They sag."

   "Just a little, the nipples were very attractive."

   "They're brown and wrinkled and plain."

   "If I could see them right now, I'd kiss them!"

   "I . .  couldn't let you do that."

   "But I already saw them, they are very pretty."

   "I mean, I couldn't let you kiss them."

   "Let me look at one." I pulled nightie's front down and to one side. 
The right one was half out, with that bold tug.

   She let it peak out, the nipple was the oval one.  I remembered it, from
when I had barged in on her naked, one time when I was eight.  I put a hand
on the underside of that peak-a-boob and pushed it to pop out.  I bent my
head down to her bust, and kissed the ruddy cap in the middle.  Then I gave
it a little tiny suckle too.

   "OH!  God, Alex!  Don't!  I'm your mother.  You mustn't, we can't . ."

   "I love you mom.  I want you to know how beautiful you really are.  It's
not wrong for a boy to suckle his mommy's teat, that's what they were made
for."

   "You're not a little boy anymore, and they don't give milk anymore, and
you had better not do that anymore." But, she didn't put it back in!

   "No I'm not young anymore, but you are still gorgeous, and that's what
they were made for too.  Didn't it feel good?  If they have been neglected,
I would be happy to show them they are appreciated."

   "It's so naughty for you to do that."

   I leaned down once more, and this time spent more than a minute tonguing
and sucking the ruddy oval of her tit.  "It's so nice to do it, though!"

   "Yess, it is!" Step two!  Now to raise the stakes, and see if I could
get to third.  Step by step!

   "Mom," I began to run my hands on her rear, caressing the buns, and
touching the crack through the thin material.  I think you've seen the sort
of books I have under the mattress.?"

   "Umm, Dirty books."

   "Yes," My hands were now feeling her breasts, one in - one out.  My dick
was definitely making contact with her bush area.  She wasn't pulling away,
either.  "The dirty books are about something, one thing, they all have in
common."

   "Incest . . ."

   "Yes," my hands are slipping inside her nightgown and reaching for both
knockers at the same time.  "about sons and mothers.  I have a desire to
love you mom."

   "I know." She has to feel my dick at her loins.  I kissed her lips and
begin to French her.  Mom hesitates, then kisses me back.  I lift her gown
so that it goes over her head, with a little wiggling, we get it off and
her naked.  "You - you really have a lust for your mom?"

   "Yes, I do." I take her hand and place it on my hard-on.

   "It's big and hard, for me?"

   "Yes, for you mom, I have one every morning, and at night too, just for
you.  Everyday, just for you."

   "What are we going to do about that?"

   I reach down and grab the waist band of my shorts and yank them down to
my knees.  Mother's hand clutches my rod, and begins to lightly stroke it.
She knows how to handle that delicate instrument.  I move my fingers down
her torso to find the crinkly patch of her fur, and explore, seeking the
divide and her lubrication.  It is there, and wet.  I dip my middle finger,
draw up the oil, and find her clitoris.

   "Ooh . .  Yes, like that, do that!" She is now into our playing with
each other's genitals, step three behind us, and I will move soon to my
next target.  I begin kissing her lips, and then my mouth travels to her
full mammeries.  I give due worship to both the oval, and the round tips,
both are erect points.  They are truly beautiful, they are so erotic.  I
then let my oral administrations work even lower.  She is gasping, and she
knows where her son is heading, to grant her cunnilingus, so long she has
had to do without.

   All she can whisper as my service to her pussy starts is, "Oh Honey, yes
eat me, eat me nice!" I use my every trick, the variations of the lips,
then tongue, then breathe - warm / cool, back to flicking tongue; again my
lips suck her rosy pleasure nub all the way in and out and in.  I am hardly
able to get air, I am so plastered to her soaked crotch.  However, I have a
plan to stick by.  I understand the physical mechanisms of my mother's
body. I will trigger the event I want to happen, and then it there will be
no stopping our consummation.  We are already past the point of no return.
Where she can think any rational thoughts, only absorb the love I poured
upon her flesh.  Her legs went wide and her welcome for her son was
genuine.

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   She surely suspected, when she awoke to find me in her bed, what I had
in mind.  Yet she didn't create an almighty fuss.  She let my rationale be
hers for our close contact, our intimate cuddling that was not so innocent
snuggling, but rather a prelude to foreplay.  Yet she went along with my
obvious ploy.  She could have objected more strenuously when I began to pry
into my parent's sex life, but she provided details.  She admitted her
insecurities about my father's fidelity.  She was reduced to tears in my
arms.  She admitted she knew what I read, incest fantasies about mother and
son, that I masturbated thinking of her.

   Did she have in mind, that maybe we would become lovers, if she let all
that take place?  Or was it subconscious?  I was not sure of anything, but
the outcome of our present passion.  I was going to make love to my mother.
I returned to a simple lapping at her clit, and that did the trick.  Mom,
gave a cry, her legs opened wider, her pelvis tilted, her hips heaved. 
"Yes, now, put it in, put it in now!  I need it, I want you too, Honey. 
Take me, fuck me, fuck your mommy!!!" She was almost blubbering in her
craziness to get screwed, then and there, by me; her son who was showing
her how very much I loved her, and wanted her body.

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   I rolled to be between her thighs, even as I kicked my jockeys
completely off.  I looked down, the sheet had fallen to the side, I saw her
thick brown triangle of pubic hair, framing a red slit, and a dark cavity
at the middle of it all.  Her nub of a clit was sticking up like a pink
teardrop pearl.  I placed the head of my penis at the entrance of my
mother's vagina, and pushed.  I felt the bulb being engulfed by hot, wet
tissue that offered no resistance.  Her slick lubrication gave my
penetration a smooth passage.

   Once deeper in though, her muscles gripped the shaft, as if she could
hug it internally with the walls of her womanhood.  I slid all the way, not
touching bottom, but so that my balls were mashed on her buns.  I pulled
half back, and thrust again, almost not believing I had gotten into the
holy grail of incest.  I watched the joining of our genitals, the grinding
of our groins, the uniting of our loins.  It was more graphic than any
porno movie I had ever seen.  But it was real.  We were fucking, mom and I!

   Her labia were clinging to my cock, as it pulled out, and then they
disappeared as I stroked inward.  She was moaning and saying, "So good,
it's been so long, I love screwing!  Oh God, baby, don't stop, make me cum!
I'm going to cum big, don't stop!" I pounded away, the pleasure was beyond
anything I had ever imagined.  The simple few bangs of the only two girls I
had previously made, had in no way neared the intensity of this wild ride
on mom.  It was not just the making love to a mature, experienced woman, it
was the lust cum true of our fucking in incestuous passion.  It went up to
a whole other level, peaking, and then going even higher.

   At last, as our bodies clapped together like a machine on overdrive
speed, I was finally there, at my orgasm.  I humped my prick into her pussy
in lock mode, and flooded her chamber with a burst of creaming, I could not
stop.  Throb after throb, after pulsing throb, gushed from my jumping nuts
out the hose of my boner, and into my mother's womb.  We gasped ragged
breaths, and sweat poured down our faces and bodies.  She had soaked the
sheets under her butt, with a great wet spot to mark where we had merged in
sin.  Her climax was right after mine, a long squeal, and clamping of legs
around my waist, as her arms squeeze me hard as well.

   But we didn't care what the consequences, at that moment.  We had slaked
our physical needs, that were pent-up for way too long a time.  She was
glad for her new lover.  I was happy I had been able to give her the
satisfaction she deserved.  I was joyous that we had united finally,
fantasy became the actual fact.  I kissed her, and murmured sweet things to
her, to reassure her that all was well.  Then I turned her over, and pulled
her hips to me.  My dick once more was rising with the libido of the young
man I was, in lust for the lady I loved, who knelt in submission before me.

   Mom just laughed, as I entered her grotto again.  "If I'd known that you
had it this bad for me, Honey, you wouldn't have to have read so many of
those dirty books of yours; we could have been doing this for years!  Yes!
Fuck me some more, I love you, I love your cock!!"

   Our love making continued for hours but then we got exhasted.  I fell
asleep.  When I woke again mom was not in sight.  I went to my room for
freshening myself up.  After some time I heard aknock on my door.  I opened
it and mom stood in front of me.

   "Lunch is ready," she said and she turned and walked away.

   She was sitting at the table as I appeared.  I pulled the chair and sat
down.  She had prepared a tray of roast beef.  We ate in silence.  Unable
to restrain myself, I kept taking stolen looks in her direction.  But she
kept her head down, looking only at her plate.  At last, I could not take
it anymore.  I tried to send private messages to Mom through meaningful
glances but she was oblivious to every one.  Not once did I receive an
acknowledgement of any kind.  Mom didn't flash me a secret smile or glance,
or avert her eyes in sudden discomfort upon interpreting an uncomfortable
signal.  She was the same mother I had known every day of my life.

   "Please talk to me mom," I said as I pushed plate away.

   She remained quiet.

   Encouraged by the fact that she still loved me as her son and that our
secret will remain between us, I poured out my pent-up feelings that I held
within me all this while.

   "I love you so much, mom," I said softly.  "I have loved you forever but
my love for you have grown into something I could not comprehend myself."

   She could not believe the words that had come out of my mouth.  Words
failed her as she clasped her hands to cover her ears.  She shook her head,
got up, left the table and went into her room, locking her door.

   That night I paced around in my room, every nerve end in me taut and on
ends.  Dad's return the next day will be the end of everything.  There was
a light knock at the door.  My mom came in and closed the door softly
behind her.  She was wearing her big terry-cloth robe and pajamas
underneath.  She looked very tired.

   "We need to talk."

   "Okay," I said, already knowing where this was going to lead.

   Her voice was calm, almost sad.  "This has to end.  That's all there is
to it."

   "I'm pretty sure it's up to me when, and if, this ends." I wasn't
feeling like I was on especially solid footing in that moment.

   "No.  It's up to me.  It has always been up to me." Mom hugged her arms
around herself.  She was having a hard time looking at me directly.

   I didn't know if I completely understood what she was saying.  I all of
the sudden felt like a child again--a child that was in way over his head.

   "It's not that big of a deal, Mom.  I'll take it down a notch, and as
long as you play along everything can be good the way it is."

   "If your father ever finds out..."

   "There is no way he'll ever find out," I told her.  "I'm not about to
tell him and I know you won't." I could tell she was trying hard to not
cry. "What if we make a deal?"

   There was a small glimmer of hope in her eyes.  "What is the deal?"

   "Just one more time, then I'll leave you alone forever.  I swear."

   She looked at the floor and didn't move for a while.  I stayed still as
my heart thumped in my chest.  It couldn't be over.  Not yet.

   "No," she whispered.  "I can't let this happen again."

   "Only one last time, Mom.  That's all."

   "What do you want to make me do?"

   "Only stuff we've already done before.  Nothing you don't want to do."

   The words were out of my mouth before I could stop myself.  I waited for
the angry comeback that she never wanted to do any of it, but she didn't
make her denial this time.

   "This really will be the last time, Alex.  One way or another.  I don't
know why I'm trusting you, but if you try me again after tonight you're
going to face the consequences.  Understand?"

   I nodded and held my breath.  She stared me in the eye for a good long
time.  I guess she was convinced that I wasn't bullshitting because she
untied her robe and let it fall to the floor.  Without me having to tell
her, she took off her pajama bottoms and pulled down her panties.  Mom then
took off her top.  She wasn't wearing a bra and just like that she was
standing there totally naked.  My cock went from zero to hard in 2.6
seconds.

   "What do you want me to do?" she asked.

   A thousand perverted things raced through my mind, but for some reason
all I wanted to do right then was give her a hug.  Maybe it was because of
how sad she seemed.  I just wanted her to not feel so bad about this
anymore for some reason.

   "Get in bed with me."

   I scooted over and pulled the covers back.  She tiptoed over and got
into my bed.  I put the blanket over her, and we settled in next to each
other.  Her warm, naked body against mine felt so good.

   I couldn't keep myself from touching her.  My hand caressed her lightly,
roaming over her belly and thighs as she lay quietly.  My touch ventured up
and I ran my fingers over each of her soft breasts, lingering at her broad,
sensitive nipples.  They responded quickly and I felt my mother's body
relax.  Her eyes were closed, but I couldn't tell if she was taking in the
sensations or if her mind was elsewhere.

   My hand soon found its way down between her legs.  Her scratchy whiskers
had grown out so that they were curly little hairs that felt soft to touch.
As one of my fingers tickled up and down her slit, she opened up her legs
for me.  That gave me a good feeling inside, along with an excited tingle
up my back.  I gently spread her lips apart and explored deeper.  While my
hand was at work on her pussy, I leaned over her and began sucking on a
nipple.

   I had only been at it a few seconds when I felt something strange. 
Mom's hand was on my head.  Her fingers played through my hair as I suckled
her tit.  She pressed down some, pushing me against her large, pillowy
breast.  I assumed she wanted me to suck harder, and so I did.  I thought I
heard a small moaning sound coming from her, but it could have been my
imagination.  I played with her clit, kept sucking, and rubbed my hard dick
against her side.

   Mom's hand slid down to my back.  It was the first time I was almost
sure she was getting into it.  How cool was that?

   I forced myself to stop sucking her nipples, and moved my hand away from
her very wet pussy.  Her eyes snapped open and she seemed confused and
maybe a little frustrated.

   "My life has become a series of one humiliating embarrassment after
another," she whispered more to herself than to me.

   "I know you don't want to admit it, but your pussy is soaking wet and I
can tell you're horny and excited." I let that sink in for a few moments.
"You deserve to feel good."

   I took her hand and placed it over her pussy.  I pressed her hand into
her warm softness.  At first she didn't do anything and just let her hand
lie there.  After a minute, her fingers started to move.  Hardly at all at
first, then more and more.  She was doing it.  She was pleasuring herself
because she wanted to and not because I was forcing her to do it.  This was
the most exciting thing yet.

   Mom turned her shoulders a tiny bit, then lifted her chest up some,
bringing her breasts toward my face.  I knew exactly what she wanted.

   "Do you want me to suck your tits while you play with yourself, Mom?"

   She nodded ever so slightly.

   "Tell me," I said in a nice way, not like it was an order.

   She resisted for a few seconds, then gave in.

   "Suck my tits, Alex.  Suck my nipples for me while I masturbate."

   I gladly did what she asked.  Strangely, it felt different this time.  I
mean, her nipples felt the same in my mouth as I sucked them and ran my
tongue all over them, but knowing that I was doing it as much for her
pleasure as mine made it different...better.

   "Does that feel good for you, Mom?"

   "I shouldn't be doing this," she panted and kept right on playing with
herself.  "I shouldn't be masturbating my pussy in front of my son." She
opened her legs more and slid two fingers into her hole.  It wasn't like
when I made her do it that time before.  She was seriously fucking herself,
and totally getting into it.

   I went back to squeezing and sucking her boobs for her.  The hand that
Mom wasn't touching herself with groped around until it found my dick.  She
grabbed me and gripped it tight.

   "You like my cock, don't you?"

   "Yes," she breathed.  The wet noises from down there got louder.  "My
baby has such a nice cock.  It feels so good in Mommy's mouth." She began
jerking me with one hand while banging her pussy with the other.  "I like
tasting your cum, and feeling it on my tits."

   She wasn't holding anything back tonight.  The floodgates had burst.  I
had wanted to believe all the things she was saying were true this whole
time, but I wasn't completely sure until I heard her saying it without
being threatened.

   "I love you so much, Mom."

   I didn't know why I blurted that out all of the sudden.  I tried to
remember how I was supposed to be mad at her for cheating, and for being a
slut whore of a mother, but I couldn't be angry at her with everything that
was going on.

   "Put your cock in my mouth.  Let Mommy suck your penis one last time."

   I got up on my knees and shuffled over to where she could turn her head
and take my dick between her lips.  She sucked it, kissed it and licked it.
I loved seeing her do this to me, and I could also look down the length of
her naked body sprawled out on my bed and see her hand working over her
pussy hard and fast.  I didn't realize you could treat a delicate pussy as
rough as that and have it still feel good.  I guessed that she must know
what she was doing.

   Just as I was getting close, Mom stopped sucking.

   "Jerk yourself off for me.  Masturbate into my mouth." Her whole body
was squirming and she was probably close to getting off too.

   "You're so nasty," I moaned as I began beating off right in her face.

   "So fucking nasty," she said before licking a drop of pre-cum from the
head of my cock.  "What does that make me?  Tell me what I am, Alex."

   I wasn't sure what she wanted me to say at first, then I got it.

   "You're a slut, Mom."

   "Yes."

   "You're a horny fuck slut."

   "I'm a slut for my baby's cock," she moaned as she thrashed around even
harder on my bed.

   "I shouldn't be doing this," she repeated.

   "It's what whores do," I said, ready to blow, "I'm going to cum, Mom!"

   "Right in my mouth, baby."

   My balls clenched, and that funny feeling ran up my spine.  I pointed
the end of my cock at my Mom's open mouth, and let my cum squirt onto her
outstretched tongue.  Spurt after spurt shot out of my cum hole.  Some of
it landed on her lips and chin.  I hadn't seen my mother look that happy in
months.  She didn't have to hide it this time.

   "Uhh...uh...uh...mmmmm!" she grunted as all her muscled tightened up and
her hand moved faster than ever down between her legs.  Her hips came up
off the mattress.

   She was holding my load in her mouth, but when she started cumming she
swallowed it down.  Right a she did, her orgasm really took off.

   Her legs shook, and she clenched her jaw tight to keep from screaming
out.  She moaned and groaned and bucked against her hand for about five or
six seconds then all of the sudden went limp.  Her body fell slack and the
only sound was her breathing hard.

   I stared at her in awe.  I'd never seen anything like that before, and I
knew I wouldn't ever forget it.  Her body was shiny with a light coating of
sweat, making her even more sexy than she already was.  Her fingers
continued to tickle up and down her swollen pussy lips.  I wasn't sure what
I should do, so I just knelt there with my dick in my hand and waited.

   "Oh, God, why did I do that?"

   It made me feel a little bad that she was regretting it so soon.

   "It felt good though, didn't it?"

   "Yes," she sighed.  "I obviously can't deny that."

   "And you really like sucking my dick and swallowing my stuff?"

   She gave a little chuckle.  "No comment," she said, then licked her
lips.

   "Want me to suck your boobs some more?" I was desperately trying to find
a way to keep her in my bed with me.

   Mom turned to me with a strange, hungry look in her eye.

   "Since this is your last hurrah, how would you like to suck something
else for me?"

   "Like what?" My heart raced.

   She bit her lip, like she was reconsidering and I got a little scared
she was going to change her mind.

   "How would you like to suck Mommy's cunt?"

   It was like a bucket of ice water got dumped over my head.  Not only was
my mother asking me to lick her pussy, but she actually said the dirtiest
word ever invented!

   "I haven't had my cunt sucked in years.  This might be my only chance."
She must have noticed the big grin on my face.  "You like hearing me talk
like that, don't you?"

   "I never thought that you even knew the word cunt," I told her honestly,
"much less say it in front of me."

   That got a giggle out of her.  "Well, I figure at this point I've done a
lot worse in front of you.  What harm could one little word do?"

   "So...you seriously want me to lick your, um...cunt?"

   "Seriously." The tone of her voice let me know she meant it for real.  I
quickly got down between her legs, realizing that I had no idea what to do.
"I'm going to spread my pussy lips open, and I want you to lick it up and
down nice and soft at first." Problem solved.

   As soon as I got comfortable, my mom parted her outer lips.  Her smell
was strong; probably because she just had an orgasm.  It was all wet, and a
darker shade of pink than it ever was before.  I was so glad she came into
my room before I turned off my lamp.  My face was just inches from my mom's
pussy--inches from her hot, wet cunt--and I could see everything clear as
could be in the dim light.

   "You've tasted mommy's pussy before," she said softly.  "You're not
scared, are you?"

   "No," I answered right away.  "I just wanted to look at it for a
second."

   "Take your time.  When you're ready to start, remember slow and soft,
okay?"

   It was almost too much for my brain to handle.  This was really going to
happen.  I was actually about to suck on my own mom's pussy.  I thought
about it a lot when I was jacking off, but I didn't think I would actually
get to do it.  God, she smelled good.

   A thin dribble of nearly clear pussy juice was leaking out of her hole.
I decided to start there.

   I closed my eyes, leaned in, and stuck my tongue out.  The instant it
made contact with the warm flesh of my mother's most private place reality
melted away.  I was in another world.  All that existed was the sensation
of her.

   Mom let out a small moan as I licked around her hole, making sure I went
slow like she told me.  Her flavor was more mild than I expected from the
way it smelled.  Her pussy tasted like nothing else.  It wasn't sweet, or
bitter.  It just tasted like...Mom.

   As I was licking she continued to hold her pussy lips open.  She began
moving a little, pushing herself against my tongue.  I worked my way up to
where her inside lips were.  I licked them slowly, and kind of flicked them
with my tongue some.  She seemed to like that.

   "Shit, that's good," she groaned.  "Suck my pussy lips for me, honey."

   I did as she instructed.  I carefully took one between my lips and gave
it a light suck.  Another moan told me I was doing it the way she wanted. I
pulled away slightly without letting go, tugging her delicate flesh before
releasing.  I sucked on the other one the same way.

   "I can't believe my son is sucking my cunt right now," she said
breathlessly.  "Do you like it, Alex?  Do you like eating Mommy's pussy?"

   "It's awesome, Mom.  I love it." I went right back to it.

   "Suck my clit, baby." Her finger tapped the spot she wanted my mouth to
be on.  "Right here.  Suck Mommy's cunt right here.  Nice and easy."

   I gave it a little kiss first, and heard Mom gasp.  The hairs stood up
on the back of my neck.  I suddenly realized that I might be able to make
her cum.  It was more than I'd dreamed of to just see her do it for
herself. I never dared think that she would let me get her off.

   After another soft kiss, I gave it a lick.  I was easily able to feel
the hard little nub of her clit.  I zeroed in on that and wrapped my lips
around it, sucking gently.  Mom must have turned her head and buried her
face in my pillow because her long moan was muffled.  The muscles of her
legs tightened up and her thighs closed in against my ears.  I was lost in
heaven.

   I thought I knew what it felt like to have power over her.  I thought I
knew what it meant to be in control.  Now, with my mouth lovingly locked
around my mother's most sensitive spot, I realized what it was to truly own
someone.

   I could make her moan for more with a quick kiss, make her catch her
breath with a swirling lick, or make her squirm with a firm, well-placed
suck.  She was helpless.  Completely at my mercy.

   Even so, I had no desire to use this power against her.  All feelings of
anger and resentment were gone.  I didn't want to hurt her, or make her
suffer.  I wanted to please her.  I wanted to be the one to give her what
she needed.  It was all about her now, not me.

   "That's it," she panted.  "You're doing good.  Suck and lick at the same
time...yes, just like that.  Oh, fuck, right there, Alex.  You suck Mommy's
pussy so good."

   Hearing her saying all those dirty things, and telling me how good I was
doing, made me want to do it even better.  I never wanted anything as much
as I wanted to make my mom cum right then.

   Her hands moved away from her pussy lips.  I took a peek and saw one
slide up to her tits.  She grabbed one of her boobs and squeezed it
hard--harder than I ever had.  She began pulling and twisting her nipple.
Her other hand ended up on the back of my head once again.  Like the other
time, she lightly pressed my face more firmly against her pussy.

   "Yes, just like that," she said in a raspy voice.  "Keep going...a
little faster...good...yes...suck my pussy, baby...suck mommy's cunt...make
mommy cum...yes...make mommy's cunt cum..."

   Mom was humping herself against my face.  My jaw was hurting a little,
and my tongue was starting to get tired, but I kept going as fast as I
could.  She was almost there.

   "Oh, fuck, yes...eat me...eat my cunt, Alex...Oh, Alex...yes!  Yes! 
Unnnnggggghhhh!"

   She grabbed my head with both hands, and she shoved her cunt against my
mouth.  Everything was happening at once, and it was all a blur.  I
couldn't breathe, but I didn't stop sucking and licking her clit as her
legs clamped tight around my head.  I heard her scream into my pillow.  If
someone was out in the hallway they would have been able to hear it for
sure.

   Then just like that she was pushing my head away.  Her whole body
shivered, then it did it again.  She covered over her clit like she was
trying to protect it from me.  I thought maybe I did something wrong.  Then
I heard her laugh breathlessly.

   It sounded beautiful.  A mix of pure happiness and satisfaction.  For
the moment, she didn't have a single care in the world.  I felt strangely
proud, knowing I gave her that feeling.

   "Was that okay?" I asked selfishly.

   "Give me a second, honey...whew..."

   I waited.  The coolness of her pussy juices drying on my cheeks was a
nice sensation.  I kissed the inside of one of her thighs.

   "Mmmm...that was very okay." She tussled my hair.  "My horny, young
man." She uncovered her pussy and trailed her fingers up over her mound. 
"But I've got one more..."

   "One more what?"

   "I can feel it.  One more orgasm in there that needs to come out." Her
touch moved down to her saliva-drenched clit.  "Put your finger in me."

   I wasn't sure I heard her right.  "But you said before that--"

   "It's okay now, I want it.  Find my hole with the tip of your finger,
and then slide it inside my pussy."

   I didn't have to be told a second time.  I did as she asked.  The
opening to her vagina was wetter than ever.  I circled around a few times,
then pushed my index finger slowly inside.  It felt weird, and amazing, and
softer than anything else in the world.  So perfectly warm, and wet.

   Her cunt flexed and clutched around my finger.  It startled me at first.
I didn't know how strong a woman could grab onto something with her pussy
like that.  I right away thought about what it would be like to feel her do
that to my dick.

   While I was sliding my finger into her slick hole, she had begun playing
with her clit again.  It was like we were masturbating her pussy together.

   "You can put two fingers in if you want," Mom said in that same
seductive voice I'd heard her use with the stranger back when I first
caught her.

   I added a second finger and it felt like I was stretching out her hole
when I did.  It didn't seem to hurt her at all though.  Just the opposite.
She was moving her hips and kind of fucking my fingers back as I worked
them in and out.

   "Turn your hand around, honey."

   It took me a second to figure out what she meant, then I rotated my hand
so my palm was facing up.

   "That's it," she said.  "Now press your fingers up and keep moving in
and out."

   I pushed my finger up against the top of the inside of my mom's pussy. I
never realized there were so many different parts and things down there on
a woman.  It was more complicated than I ever imagined, but I must have
been doing it right because she began moving faster and letting out short
little moans while she rubbed her clit harder.

   "Fuck Mommy's pussy with your fingers." She was already getting close to
cumming again.  "You like that, Alex?  You like having your fingers in my
cunt?  Fucking Mommy's pussy with your fingers?  Oh, fuck, that's it right
there...nngggghhhh!"

   And just like that, she was wracked with another intense orgasm.  She
just about crushed my fingers, but I kept them buried in her hole as she
thrashed around and fought not to scream out.  I could feel a surge of
wetness suddenly soaking my fingers and running down onto my bed.

   "Holy shit, that felt good," Mom stammered.  "We might both end up in
therapy for the next ten years, but that cum was worth it." She chuckled to
herself.

   It was pretty great that she was able to make jokes about what we were
doing.  It had turned me on back when she was always mad at me for forcing
her to do dirty things, but I realized that it was even hotter when she
wanted to do nasty things voluntarily.

   Her hand moved down to where my fingers were stuck inside her.  She felt
around where they entered her, then gently eased my hand back until my
fingers came out of her.

   "As good as it was, I can't do this all night.  We have to finish it."
She toyed with her swollen pussy lips enticingly right in front of my face.
"I suppose you want to make yourself cum one more time before we're done?"

   "Definitely."

   "How do you want it?

   I took a longing look at her pussy.  "In there."

   "Oh, honey, no." She didn't sound upset, but more like she was sorry
about it.  "You don't want to fuck me.  It might seem like a good idea to
you now, but you'll always regret it if you do.  Trust me."

   It was a long shot, but I had to at least give it a try.

   "Okay, then how about your butt?"

   "Oh." She smiled.  "That we can do."

   "Roll over," I said.  When she turned onto her tummy it almost felt like
I was back in charge again.  A buzz of excitement went through me.  Another
jolt followed when I got a good look at my mom's ass being served up for my
pleasure.

   "How's that?" She lifted her hips and spread her butt cheeks apart with
her hands.

   "Perfect."

   "I don't know why you'd want to cum looking at my flabby old butt."

   "You've got a nice ass, Mom, and you know it." I was kneeling on the bed
next to her, and reached down to grab a cheek in each hand.  "I love it." I
massaged my mom's full ass.  She rested her head on my pillow and relaxed
while I fondled her.

   "Your father used to love it, too," she said wistfully.  "I don't even
think he notices it anymore."

   "Did you ever let Dad fuck you in the ass?" The question just popped
out.

   Mom chuckled.  "Are we playing truth or dare now?"

   "Sorry."

   "Well, it's not like I have any dignity left to protect, so I might as
well be honest.  Yes, your mother takes it in the ass on occasion."

   By this time I was jacking off with one hand and feeling her butt with
the other.

   "Do you like it, Mom?  You like getting fucked up the ass?"

   "When everything is just right, it can feel really good.  There's
something very naughty about having a cock back there that makes it
special."

   "You're such a fucking slut."

   "I can be," she agreed with a sly smile.

   I pushed the end of my cock head right up against her butthole.  It was
tight but tempting.  I pulled and rubbed my cock overher anus.  The second
I made contact I started gushing spunk all over it.

   "Oh, fuck, Mom!  Holy fucking fuck!"

   She giggled into my pillow as I milked that last of my jizz out onto her
rear end.

   "Put your finger in there," she said as the spasms were still going
through me.

   "Are you kidding right now?"

   "I have to cum again," she said urgently.  "Stick one of your fingers in
my asshole."

   Mom's gooey butthole was so slick with my spunk that my finger went in
easy.  As soon as it did she moaned a happy moan and started fingering
herself again.

   "Fuck my ass, honey.  Go ahead.  Finger fuck Mommy's asshole."

   I pumped my finger in and out.  It was even tighter than her pussy, and
her asshole muscle gripped my finger hard as I fucked her.

   "This is so wrong," she said half into my pillow.  "I shouldn't be doing
this with you, Alex.  I'm the worst slut mother...God, that feels good...my
son's finger is in my asshole...I'm going to cum...oh, fucking hell am I
going cum!"

   Her fingers were going wild on her pussy, and my finger was making loud
squelching sounds as I jammed it deeper into Mom's ass.  Her butt was going
every which way as she brought herself to another orgasm--or maybe it was
more than one, because she was practically flipping out for three times as
long as before.

   When she finally stopped thrashing around, she started laughing again.
It was such a good laugh.

   "Mmm...don't take your finger out yet, honey.  Give me a minute."

   I stayed where I was, with my finger in up her butthole and my cum
smeared all over her ass crack.  She was fiddling lightly with her pussy
still, and every few seconds she would clench her ass around my finger.

   "I'm sorry," she said after a while.  "That was too weird, wasn't it?  I
shouldn't have asked you to do that."

   "It was pretty crazy," I agreed, "but I liked it."

   "You like playing with your mommy's asshole?" She laughed that playfully
seductive laugh once more.  "We make quite the kinky pair, don't we?"

   She reached around, patted my hand, then took hold of my wrist and
slowly drew my finger out of her ass.  I was happy to see it was perfectly
clean, except for a thin coating of my cum.

   I lay down next to my mom.  Neither one of us said anything for a long
while.  It was nice just to have her there beside me.  I thought about how
angry I was with her before and felt shitty about it all.  She was lonely
and horny.  It wasn't all her fault that she was looking for a little
excitement that Dad wasn't giving her.  What she did with that guy was
stupid, but at least I could understand why she did it.

   "Do you hate me?" I asked in a small voice, afraid of what her answer
might be.

   "You're my son.  I'll love you no matter what, Alex." She put her hand
tenderly on my chest.  "I was more angry with you than I'd ever been in my
life at first, but I know it had to be difficult for you to deal with
walking in on me and seeing your own mother acting like a shameless whore."
She kissed my shoulder.  "We both made mistakes."

   "I'm sort of glad we did."

   I wanted to hear her say the same thing back to me, but instead she just
gave my chest a loving pat.  Her thumb played casually over my nipple, as
if it was the most natural thing in the world.

   "You know, Mom, we don't have to stop if you don't want."

   "Haven't you had enough for one night?" she teased.

   "No, I mean you can keep coming to my room at night and I can make you
feel good when you want.  That way you don't have to go find strangers to
do it with."

   "If there's one thing I can promise, it's that my stranger days are
over." She snuggled a little closer to me.  "I appreciate that you want to
be there for me, but it can't happen, Alex.  Even if I wanted to, we would
eventually get caught.  You may not see it now, but it would ruin your
life. It would ruin everything if it happened that way."

   "But I know you like it, and it feels good for you, doesn't it?"

   "This has to be the end of it, sweetheart.  It doesn't matter that it
feels good.  It's bad on so many levels.  Satisfying my sexual needs isn't
your responsibility, and it never should be.  Stopping now while we can is
the best thing for both of us.  Trust me, sweetheart."

   I was afraid to say anything else because I didn't want her to know that
I was getting choked up over this.  I didn't want to look stupid in front
of her and start crying like a baby.

   "Everything will be fine," she whispered.  "You'll see."

   I listened to her getting her things on in the dark and tried to ignore
the empty feeling that was growing inside me.

   "Goodnight, Alex." She came to the side of my bed, leaned down and gave
me a kiss on the lips.  I could smell my own cum on her breath.  I made a
desperate grab for her breasts.  Mom stayed where she was and let me
squeeze and feel them through her robe.  "You understand that this is it,
right?  No more fooling around between us." She kissed my forehead.  "For
our own good, yes?"

   "Yes," I managed weakly.

   "Tomorrow we're back to normal, like none of this ever happened."

   She stood and headed for the door.

   "I love you, Alex."

   "Love you, too, Mom.  I really do."

   And with that she was gone.

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