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 I gently tiptoed into my mother's bedroom carrying her breakfast tray. 
Today was Mothers day and I was going to ensure that she got everything she
wanted that was in my power to give.  I sat the tray down beside the bed
and slowly opened the drapes letting the sun in.  The room was instantly
bathed in bright sunlight as her bedroom was on the south side of our
house. I stood there a few minutes waiting for her to awaken.  I didn't
want to disturb her sleep.  Soon she started to stir.  The light of the new
day was enough to start her on the road to wakefulness.

   "Good morning, Mother," I said gently.  "Happy Mother's day.  I made you
breakfast in bed.  Eggs, bacon, coffee and toast.  Just the way you like
them."

   Sitting up in the bed and laying back against the pillows, she took the
tray and, starting to eat, said, " This is a surprise.  I haven't had
breakfast in bed in years.  Everything looks delicious.  Would you like to
share some with me?"

   "No, Mother, I had breakfast earlier as I made yours.  This is all for
you.  I hope you like it.  Today is your day and I want to do everything
you want to do.  No matter how hard or difficult.  Just a little something
to say 'I love you' and appreciate all you have done for me."

   It has been three years since my father died in an industrial accident
and I knew she still missed him more than she let on to me.  They had been
so much in love that she went to pieces after the hospital called and
informed her that they had tried everything to save him, but he had been
damaged too much to have a chance to recover.  I don't know what we would
have done if it hadn't been for uncle Rick, Dads brother.  He came over as
soon as he heard and took charge.  He handled all the funeral arrangements,
legal papers, insurance's and still managed to comfort Mom.  He hired a
lawyer to investigate the accident and was instrumental in the lawsuit for
negligence against the company.  They had removed a key safety device from
the equipment Dad used and forced him to operate it or be fired.  Uncle
Rick never took any of the Three Million Dollars they had to pay.

   At the funeral, a guy that my Dad had beat up for trying to seduce my
Mother once, showed up and tried to make a date with her.  When she turned
him down, he started to tell everyone that it was no wonder that Rick was
so helpful, he probably was sleeping with her.  I overheard him tell
someone that and went bonkers myself.  I was only be nine years old at the
time, but nobody said that about my mother.  I lit into him, smacking him
along side his head.

   "That's a lie," I shouted.  "My Mom isn't that kind of person."

   He hit me with his fist right on my mouth splitting my lip and causing
it to bleed.

   Rick saw him and ran over.  "What the hell do you think your doing?" he
asked angrily.

   "The little ass hole hit me for no reason at all, " the guy said.  "I
was just standing here talking, and he freaked out and hit me."

   "That's a bunch of bullshit," Rick said.  "Little Jeff wouldn't hurt a
fly without a damn good reason." Turning towards me, he asked, "What
happened?"

   "He said you were sleeping with Mom.  That's why you were being so
helpful to us.  I know that's a lie.  Nobody tells lies about my Mom," I
responded.

   As soon as I said that, uncle Rick swung around and laid one on his
chin. The guy fell backwards and landed on his ass.  "Get out," he shouted.
"You couldn't get into her pants so you figure telling lies about her is
going to solve your problem.  And hitting little kids sure as hell is going
to get your ass kicked around here."

   The guy just about ran out of the funeral parlor to keep uncle Rick from
killing him.  I stood there with blood running down my chin from a split
lip.  Mom came over and gave me a real tight hug as she wiped the blood
away from my face.  She told me how I was a 'real' man standing up against
ass holes like that.  I felt about ten feet tall right then.  A 'real' man.
I guess now that Dad was gone, I was the man of the house.  I vowed to
always take care of Mom and to do, and give her, everything I could to make
her happy.

   That was three years ago and now I stood in her bedroom serving her
breakfast in bed.  I loved my mother.  Not the kind of love a son has for
the woman that bore him into this world, but the love someone has for a
person of the opposite sex.

   One day, just a few months ago, I had been walking down the hall toward
my room, when I heard moaning coming from Mom's room.  Thinking that she
might be sick or something, I glanced in and was about to go in and ask her
if there was anything I could do for her.  What I saw stopped me in my
tracks.  There was my Mom lying on the bed with nothing on except her bra.
She had her fingers stuck in her pussy and was finger fucking herself
furiously.  All the time she was calling, " Jeff, Jeff, Oh Jeff why did you
leave me.  I've been so lonely and horny since you've died." At first I
thought she was talking about me, then I realized she was talking to my
Dad. Or the memory of my Dad.  " God I need a man," she continued as she
stroked herself.  Her other hand went up to her tit and started to pull the
nipple out.  I would have thought that would hurt.  It only seemed to
inflame her more.  Soon, She was bouncing all around the bed shouting, " Oh
God, Jeff, I'm coming.  Help me to come.  I need your cum to drink.  I miss
it so.  I need your tongue in my pussy driving me crazy with desire.  " As
I watched her come down off the high caused by her massive orgasm,

   I looked down and saw that I had a terrific boner myself.  My hand had
taken it out of my pants and was stroking it while I watched my Mom.  I
rushed to my room and proceeded to jack off until I was shooting cum all
the way across the room.  I hit the wall about half way up.  A good ten
feet away.  I put my dick back in my pants and wiped my jizz off the wall.

   This wasn't the first time I had masturbated my cock 'till I shot a good
sized load.  You can't live with someone without seeing them partially
naked from time to time.  Every time I saw Mom bending over with her thong
underwear on or got a good look down her blouse, I just had to escape to my
room and stroke my dick until I shot a load.

   As I stood there watching Mom eat her breakfast, I couldn't help seeing
that her nightgown had opened to reveal her right breast.  I could look all
the way in to her nipple.  She looked at me and I could sense that my face
was turning red at being caught looking at her.  She was my Mother and the
thoughts I had for her definitely weren't in line with being a son.  More
like a lover or husband.  I had never given any indication that I harbored
any sexual thoughts about her, but I think she was beginning to suspect my
interest ran more deeply than I let on.

   Smiling at me she said coyly, "See anything interesting?" vnalav
04-07-2004, 03:38 PM Mother's day 2 I blushed a deeper color and stammered,
"Nnnno, I'm just watching you eating."

   Patting the side of her bed, she whispered, "Come, sit with me.  We need
to talk."

   I reluctantly went over to her side of the bed and sat down.  From where
I now sat, I could see right down her nightgown.  Her nipples were extended
about a half inch out and looked as pretty as the picture I had under my
mattress of a naked girl having sex with a man.

   "Your really grown up now, Jeff," she said, looking at my crotch.  My
dick was starting to tent my trousers from watching her.  "It's been a
long, long time since your father died.  I know you miss him as much or
more than I.  You've been a big help to me since that day.  I don't know
what I would have done these last three years without you.  I know you
haven't any friends anymore 'cause you rush right home from school to care
for me.  Every weekend, you work around the house just like your father
did, cleaning, painting, mowing lawn and all those other chores.  I just
wish that there was something I could do for you."

   The covers had by now fallen off her legs and her nightgown was open to
her waist.  I could see the patch of pubic hair between her legs.  My cock
was now straining at the seams to get out.  My mother saw me shift
uncomfortably to try to hide my dilemma, and, following my gaze, saw what I
was looking at.  She reached down and covered herself up saying, " You seem
to have a problem, Jeff.  You shouldn't be looking at your Mother like that
with those thoughts in your head."

   "I'm sorry Mom, It's just that I know how much you miss Dad and I've
watched you finger yourself and call out his name.  I'm sorry that I think
your so damn sexy.  You're the most beautiful woman I know.  Better even
than a movie star.  I dream about being Dad and satisfying you needs.  I've
tried to do everything Dad would do, but you need a man, not to replace
him, but to give you the sexual release you really need."

   "You seem to have thought this all out very carefully.  It's strange
coming from a twelve year old to be so thoughtful and concerned for someone
else's needs.  It's hard to believe you're only twelve years old. 
Confidentially, I've seen you after you take a shower.  That piece of meat
you have between your legs would make your father proud and a little
envious.  It looks bigger than his was.  If there was only some way we
could help each other.  I love you too much to let you go on getting horny
over me."

   As she was saying this, her hand was stroking my thigh.  Her fingers
were circling higher and higher until she reached the bulge in my pants. 
Her lips were parted and her tongue was licking them to keep them moist. 
Her tits were rising and falling with each breath she took.  I watched
intently.  She made no attempt to cover them, preferring to show me what I
was missing, I guess.

   "God, that must hurt," she said.  "Why don't you open your fly and let
that monster out.  It must be really uncomfortable sitting there like
that."

   As she said that, her fingers started to pull my zipper down.  I reached
inside my open fly and pulled my throbbing manhood out of the confines it
was trapped in.

   I heard my mother gasp.  "Jesus Christ, it's even bigger than I thought.
I gotta feel this," she said huskily as she grabbed my cock and started to
stroke it up and down.  She had her mouth open and was licking her lips
faster now as she pumped life into my dick.  Soon I felt the cum start to
rise.

   I said, "Careful, Mom, I think I'm gonna shoot my wad.  You better stop
before it's too late."

   "It's already too late," she said, pumping even faster.  I saw a strange
gleam in her eye that told me she wasn't herself any more.  My Mom had
turned into a sex starved whore.  Jacking off her loving son.  Hell, who
was I to try to stop her.  I shot my first spurt straight up in the air. 
Before it had a chance to land, Mom had her mouth on my dick sucking out
the rest of my cream.  I watched as my first shot landed on the back of her
head.  Her mouth was making slurping noises as she sucked all my cum out of
my throbbing dick.  I was almost in a state of shock.  I didn't know what
to do next.

   Before I was done spurting my love juice, I reached down between her
legs and, parting her nightgown, rubbed my hand across her pussy.  My
fingers came out wet.  She was moaning now like when she fingered herself
in her own bed.  I stuck two of my fingers into her snatch and started to
finger fuck her cunt.  Slowly at first and then faster and faster as she
got into the feel of things.

   "Oh yes, oh yes," she cried.  "It's been too long since a 'man' has
touched me there.  Fuck my cunt, baby, stick your fingers all the way in.
Hurt me, rub my clit, oh God, I'm comingggg."

   She bucked so violently that I couldn't keep my fingers in her pussy
slit any more.  All I could do was rub the outer slit.  It was completely
covered with her pussy juices now and very slippery.  There was almost no
friction at all.  I felt her clit swell up and pulsate with each orgasm
contraction.

   When she was done, she looked at me and said, " We shouldn't have done
that.  You're my son and I have to protect you from that sort of thing.  I
don't know what got into me." vnalav 04-07-2004, 03:39 PM "Mom, you needed
that.  Just as much as I did.  It's been too long since Dad died and I know
you haven't even looked at another man.  It's Ok if you want to get relief
from your sexual frustrations.  I can always jack off at night.  Of course
I always think of you when I do.  I see you when you finger yourself, but
that isn't enough.  It's gotten so you do it almost every night."

   "Maybe your right.  Damn, it's hard to think of you as my twelve year
old son.  You seem to know what I need more than I do.  I don't want
another man to ever touch me like that again.  Your father was the best at
making love and no one can ever replace him.  You know, your the spitting
image of him when I first met him.  I think having sex with you would
almost be like having sex with him again.  I've seen those books you keep
under your mattress, and I know you know what it's all about.  What do you
say.  Shall we try it once and see if it works out?"

   I looked down at my cock.  I was hard again and swaying back and forth.

   Mom looked at it also and said, "I think that's my answer."

   Removing the breakfast tray, I pulled the covers off the bed and gently
removed her nightgown.  She helped me to remove my pants and shorts as I
took of my shirt.  I only knew what I had seen in pictures.  I moved slowly
between her legs and spread he cunt lips apart.  They were still juicy from
her last come.  The smell of her pussy was so inviting, I just had to dip
my tongue into that crack.  Starting at the bottom, I swirled my tongue in
little slow circles up her slit until I reached her clit.  Once there, I
sucked it into my mouth and flicked my tongue across it rapidly.  This
drove her wild.  She started to bounce up and down so rapidly that I
couldn't keep my mouth on her cunt.  As soon as I stopped sucking her clit,
she calmed down a little.  I continued sucking, but with a little less
energy.

   "Oh Jeff," she cried, "I'm going to come again.  Don't stop sucking my
cunt, Make Momma come, Make Momma fill your mouth with her cunt juices. 
Make my pussy fuckable.  Oh yes....  oh yessss...  OH BABY, OH BABY JEFF...
I'M COMINNNGGGG...  AAAIIIEEEEEE."

   All the time I had been sucking my mother's pussy, I had been rubbing my
dick into the sheets.  It was now rock hard and ready for it's first visit
with the man in the boat.  The little sailor was expecting company and I
wasn't going to disappoint him.  I crawled up my mother's body and
positioned myself above her just like in the magazines.  She had a glazed
look in her eye as she reached down to guide my dick into her waiting
sopping wet pussy.

   I could hear her saying over and over, "Fuck me...  fuck me...  fuck
meeeee.  Jeff, I love you...  fuck meeeee now, Jeff."

   I didn't know if she meant me or my father.  All I knew was that I was
going to fuck my Mother's pussy and satisfy her every need.  I was going to
give her what she had been missing for three years.  I didn't care if she
thought I was her husband or her son, I was going to fuck her anyway.  My
penis split her pussy lips and sank up to the pubic hairs into heaven.  I
never in my wildest dreams had imagined a pussy could feel so good.  I
started to pump in and out slowly.  Her pussy was so damned tight.  Not
having anything in there for three years almost made it too tight to fuck.
I was pushing pretty hard to fill her up.

   "Oh Jeffry, that feels so good.  It's been too long since you fucked me.
Make me come, baby, make wifely cum all over your big cock.  I want to feel
your jizz fill me up.  Make me scream for your cum.  I want it.  Fuck me,
baby, fuck your little wife's tight pussy.  Make me cum."

   I guess I knew now.  In my Mothers mind, I was now her long lost
husband. I didn't care.  She needed fucking and, by God, I was going to
give her all the cock she wanted, any way she wanted it.  I pumped faster
and faster until I felt her pussy wall's start to contract in her impending
orgasm.  I willed my own cum to start on that short journey from balls to
pussy.  Her screams of orgasm set me off.  I shot jets of cum into her
cunt. Over and over, I spurted until her pussy was overflowing.  Being
young, I could fuck for hours.

   I kept up pumping as long as she kept yelling.  "My God...  My God... 
your cock is great Jeff..  keep fucking...  I need your cum...  I need your
cock...  don't stoppppp...  oh nooooo...  ah ah ah ah ah ah ah...." her
breathing became erratic.

   As I kept pumping her twat, my cum and her cum mixed and was beaten into
a foaming white froth.  She reached down between her legs and scooped up a
handful.  Bringing it up to our mouths, she first stuck it in my mouth and
then into hers.  We French kissed and enjoyed the taste of our combined
cum. I lay on top of her for what seemed an eternity after she finally
calmed down from her astounding orgasm.

   Finally, she opened her eyes and, smiling, said, "Thanks my darling. 
You will never know how much I needed that.  Your the greatest son a needy
Mother ever had.  When we were fucking, I actually thought you were Dad.  I
hope that doesn't upset you.  You fuck just like your father.  So strong
and demanding.  He was the only other man in my life that could satisfy
me."

   "It makes me proud, Mom, that you thought I was Daddy.  I vowed when he
died to take his place.  I guess now that we've fucked and you thought that
I was Dad, I've fulfilled my vow.  I only hope that we can do this again
and again.  I love you and want to be just like Dad.  Your loving husband."

   "I can never love another like your father.  You are your father. 
Loving you is the same as loving him.  Do this again?  You better believe
it.  Now that I know that I can get cock anytime I want, you will find I
want it a lot.  Your father and I never missed a night.  Of course you'll
have to move into my bed if your going to take your father's place.  You
might as well take his bed as long as you fuck his pussy.  Besides, I don't
want to have to go all the way across the hall whenever I want cock."

   As she said all this, she moved down my body until her mouth was over my
dong.  Licking the head, she continued, " I got three years to catch up on.
I'm glad your young.  You can get it up four, five times a night.  At least
for a while." A while.  With a pussy and tits like hers that was just
begging to be sucked and fucked, it got it up for years, every night.  The
record was nine times in twenty-four hours.

   After I graduated high school and still lived at home, people started to
talk and wonder about the Momma's boy.  Was he going to live at home all
his life.  He must also be queer.  He never dated girls.  Boy if they only
knew.  No other girl could suck and fuck like Momma can.

   We sold the house and moved to Florida as man and wife.  Everyone
remarked at how wonderful a couple we were.  So devoted to each other. 
I've got a son/brother and a daughter/sister now.  Some day we have
promised ourselves that we will tell them the truth about our undying love.
We watch how they seem to only love each other very much.  Incest isn't as
bad as people say if both parties are in total agreement and there is a lot
of love.  Mom and I don't see anything wrong with mother/son common law
marriage and brother/sister common law marriage.  We've watched them
fucking their brains out one night by the pool when they thought we were
not home.  Pretty precocious for seven and eight.  One night soon, we plan
to make an orgy of it.  I'm curious if my daughter/sister's pussy can
stretch enough to accommodate my dick and Momma wants to be fucked by her
other son.  He's a little like me, always trying to hide a hard-on