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MY MOTHER’S SON

An erotic story by Jim Fix

When Mom lost her job in town and Aunt Clara left to stay with other relatives
I found myself high and dry. I missed Aunt Clara as a running coach and
friend but I missed her other charms more terribly than I could have imagined.
I continued to run every morning but when the run was over my accustomed
after run activities had ceased with my aunt’s departure and there was no one
to put my demon desire to rest. My year long sexual relationship with my
marathon running aunt was over and now she was gone. I ran around with a
semi erection most of the time and after having real sex with her a five finger
solution was next to no solution at all. I was one frustrated fourteen year old.

My Mom and I spent the remaining weeks of my summer vacation together at
home. Neither of us had much contact with the outside world. We spent our
days in isolation in our little rural home outside of town. Mom would do our
shopping once or twice a week and I might ride my bike to town for a movie on
Saturday. Until school started I had little contact with schoolmates and no one
lived close by that was in my age group. Just Mom and I together day after
day.

I really don’t know when I began to think about Mom as a sex partner but she
was often careless with her dress around the house and I doubted if she knew
the effect it was having on me in my newly enforced celibacy. Mom looked like
what she was; a slightly overweight housewife. When she dressed to go out she
was pleasingly plump and would attract no special attention when with a
group of her contemporaries. She was just Mom but a flash of breast or thigh
through the front of a carelessly tied robe brought back memories of Aunt
Clara’s skinny body thrashing around with me in the throes of sexual ecstasy.

I would daydream about my aunt and eventually resort to the five finger lover.
Somewhere along the line my mother replaced my aunt in these fantasies. The
daydreams would start with my Aunt Clara and end up with Mom. I never had
any guilty feelings over my sexual fantasies about my mother; they were all in
my mind and would hardly become reality.

One morning after my run I came into the kitchen to get a drink and found
Mom sitting at the table with tears running down her cheeks. Wanting to
comfort her I walked over and hugged her close to me. Her head was pressed
against my tummy and when she put her arms around me and hugged back
her soft breasts pressed against my usual after run erection, thanks to Aunt
Clara. She didn’t flinch or pull away, she just held me for a long time with my
throbbing member pressing into her breasts.

My blood pressure went through the roof and I fought to gain control of my
emotions. When I calmed down enough to speak I asked, "What’s the matter
Mom?"

After a long silence she answered, "I was just missing your dad. Thanks for
comforting a weepy mother." She gave me an extra hug and let go.

We both seemed to find more occasions to hug each other after the incident in
the kitchen. Before then I had been very circumspect about how I hugged my
mother but afterward I began to take a few liberties and she made no protest
or ever withdrew until finally when we hugged we pressed our bodies together
with no embarrassment.

One night I was laying in bed reading a book after we had gone to bed. I heard
a noise from her room. I went to investigate and found Mom crying into her
pillow. Her door was ajar so I went to her, sat on the edge of her bed, and tried
to comfort her.

"Please hold me John, I need someone to just hold me. I feel so lonely and lost."

I lay down beside her and took her into my arms. Mom snuggled close and soon
her sobbing subsided and she fell asleep with her head on my shoulder. I
wanted to get up and return to my bed but if I moved I would wake her. She
was sleeping peacefully and I couldn’t bring myself to disturb her. Sleep found
me before I could figure out a solution to extricate myself.

When I woke up the next morning I was confused and disoriented. I was in the
wrong bed and someone was lying behind me spoon fashion. I could feel soft
breasts on my back and a soft tummy pressed against my bottom. It certainly
feels good to have a warm soft woman snuggled up to you when you wake up.
Her intimate contact began to arouse me and I lay there with a throbbing
erection. I had to do something before I went out of my mind. Starting to get
out of bed I rolled over on my back and saw my Mom just waking up. She
smiled at me and gave me a big hug.

"Thanks for keeping me company last night. I’m sorry I disturbed you with my
troubles but I really appreciated you comforting me."

"Mom, I don’t like to see you cry. I’ll do anything to make you happy." I replied.

She kissed me and gave me another hug. I put my arms around her and
hugged her back. We were making full body contact and my morning erection
pressed into her softness. Almost as if they had a will of their own my hips
rotated forward and pressed my erect member into her soft mound even
harder. We held the embrace and kiss for longer than our usual kisses and
when we broke apart she was breathing heavily. Mom rolled away and said, "I
have to go to the bathroom." And quickly got up.

I waited in bed until she came out but when she did she told me to get dressed
while she made coffee. I dressed in my running clothes and went to the kitchen
but she wasn’t there. I had a quick cup and still no Mom so I started my
morning run.

As I ran I could only remember her softness pressed against my erection. I
couldn’t keep my mind on what I was doing and almost stepped into a hole. To
empty my head of thoughts I began to bear down and run the pace for a
competition mile. I kept counting cadence in my head, stride . . . stride . . .
stride. I kept up the killer pace until I could run no more and collapsed on the
ground.

I lay there for a long time doing nothing but sucking in air for my oxygen
starved body. When my breathing returned to near normal my mind was
crystal clear and focused. This is when I do my best thinking and it was
obvious that I had some heavy thinking to do.

I knew I was on very dangerous ground with my Mom and the slightest
mistake could have a disastrous effect on our relationship. What was I doing
anyway? I was trying to make it with my mother for God’s sakes! Had there
been any encouragement from her? The answer to that was yes and no. The
other morning she hadn’t recoiled from my erection but that could have been
simple courtesy to save me from embarrassment. What about afterward when
she seemed to want to hug me all the time especially when we were standing
up so we could feel our bodies touch the other? What about last night and this
morning? Last night was nothing and easily explained but this morning when I
had pressed my erection against her softness she hadn’t withdrawn but she
hadn’t responded either. I was right back where I was when I started the run
this morning. Intuition said she wanted me to continue but reason said be
cautious. I came to the conclusion that I would just let things develop and take
advantage of any opening. Somewhere this morning I had lost a mother and
began seeking the same woman as a lover.

I jogged back to the house and when I walked into the kitchen Mom was fully
dressed. She gave me a little peck on the cheek and fixed my breakfast. The
rest of the day and for several days thereafter she seemed to be avoiding me.
She was there but always kept a little extra distance between us.

I was a little hurt for I had always welcomed affection and the extra physical
contact of the past few days made her standoffish attitude even more pointed.
There could be only one of two reasons for Mom’s withdrawal; one, she was
angry with me for the other morning or two, she didn’t trust herself enough to
give me physical affection. If she were angry she wouldn’t have talked to me in
her normal warm friendly manner so she had to be trying to restrain herself. I
could wait; time would resolve the problem one way or the other.

A couple of nights later I heard her crying in her pillow again and I got up and
went to her. We never exchanged a word, I just crawled in bed beside her and
took her in my arms and held her until she fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning she was laying on her side with her back to
me. I turned on my side, cuddled up to her back, and hugged her close. When
she awoke she stretched full length and snuggled back against me. My erection
was pressed against her soft behind. When I increased the pressure she
responded and pressed back. I became very uncomfortable when my shorts
began to cut into my erect penis. I reached down and freed it from its prison
and rubbed it against the back of her bare thighs. She opened her legs and let
it slip between and then clamped down imprisoning it between the soft flesh of
her thighs. With a little movement I could feel the softness of the lips of her
vagina through her panties and I began to move back and forth in slow short
strokes, each stroke ending up pressed against the crotch her panties which
had become wet from her obvious arousal. I had been without sex for too long
and in a few seconds I had an orgasm. Hot semen spurted between her legs
adding to the moisture already there.

When she realized what was happening she quickly rolled away and faced me.
The sudden separation was unbearable so I reached for her and pulled her
back in a close embrace. The rest of my semen splashed on her tummy and the
front of her panties. I could feel the warm slipperiness where we touched and
hear her rapid breathing in my ear. When my orgasm was over I released her
and she lay on her back beside me.

"What am I doing?", she asked no one in particular.

I could think of nothing to say so I just slid closer and put my arms around her
in an intimate embrace. When I made no further moves she relaxed and
allowed me to hold her as I enjoyed the afterglow of my orgasm.

"John, this is wrong. I can’t blame you for I started this and you have followed
along but we can’t do this again.

"Didn’t you want this?"

"Oh God, yes, but I’m your mother. A mother shouldn’t want her son like I
want you."

"A son shouldn’t want his mother like I want you but after what has happened
I don’t love you any less, I love and need you even more now. Don’t you want
me also?", I pleaded.

"John, we can stop right now and not be guilty of incest. We’ve been a little
naughty but we’ve done nothing really wrong. If we go any further there’s no
turning back and our mother-son relationship is gone; we’re lovers
forevermore. You asked if I wanted you and the answer is yes. Since your
father has passed away I have focused on you and your welfare almost
exclusively. I haven’t had relations with a man since your father and somehow
my physical desires have gotten mixed up with my mother’s love for you. I
don’t know if I can ever untangle them. Do I want you? Yes, right now there is
nothing I want more. Can I have you? That depends on whether we want to
risk tasting the forbidden fruit. When I look at you I see you through the eyes
of a mother and the eyes of a lover filled with desire as well. . . . Are you sure
you want me for a lover?"

"I love you Mom but I can’t be around you every day wanting you the way I do
and not be able to love you. I’ve tried not to think about us this way but I can’t
stop. I’ve thought about this over and over and I always come to the same
conclusion, I need more from you and I doubt if I’ll be able to stop myself from
trying to make love to you."

"Neither of us is capable of making a rational decision right now. Let me offer a
suggestion. Lets get up and get dressed. Let me get my thoughts straight and
you do some more thinking too. Afterwards we can talk about what we are
going to do about our relationship like two normal people. Laying in bed mostly
nude in a state of high excitement is not the way to make a life decision." Mom
rolled over to face me and gave me a big hug and kiss before she bounced out of
bed. "Get out of bed lazybones.", she laughed.

I put in a hard run that morning and when I got back to the house Mom had
coffee made and the kitchen was filled with the smell of smoked ham frying in
a skillet. She gave me one of her best kisses and ran me off to the shower
before we ate.

The only conversation during breakfast was, "Pass this please or hand me that
please." Mom was not a breakfast person and I could hardly remember when
we had sat down to breakfast together. There was no well worn routine as
there was for lunch or dinner. When we finished the meal I helped Mom wash
the dishes and clean up the kitchen. We then sat and had coffee together.

"John have you calmed down after this morning’s little incident?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Good, I don’t know if you have thought this thing through completely. It’s not
enough that we love each other or we want each other; there’s more, much
more. First, there’s the law. No matter if you say yes or no the law says it’s
statutory rape. If we are caught I can go to jail and you would end up in foster
care at best. I wouldn’t be much of a mother to expose you to that would I?"

"I can see your point but if no one knows that’s not a problem and I certainly
wouldn’t go around blabbing about what we do in private at home."

"And neither would I. Second point, this is incest. I don’t have any strong
religious beliefs and my morality goes right out the window when I get as
excited as I was this morning. The only objection I have is children and a child
by an incestuous couple can have terrible things wrong with it. Did you
consider this?"

"No, I hadn’t given that any thought. All I know is that over the past few weeks
my feelings about you have changed. I started wanting and needing you as a
lover I don’t know why it just happened."

"What if I became pregnant? Men never think about pregnancy, it’s a good
thing women do or there would be little bastards coming out our ears.", she
said laughing, "besides what would you call a son or daughter by your mother?"

I saw a merry twinkle in her eyes and knew she had made up her mind. She
was just being a mother giving her son good advice before he made an
important decision. "I’m too young to be a father.", I said with a laugh.

"Yes, and as you mother, I’m telling you I’m too old to be changing diapers
again. Yours were enough for a lifetime!"

Mom’s last statement, in the light of what we were discussing, broke us both
up. The tension between us evaporated with our laughter. We just couldn’t
stop; when the laughter subsided and we gained a little control one of us would
start giggling then we would begin laughing all over again. The serious note of
the earlier conversation had been broken and we both had accepted our
situation. I got up and went to Mom. She got out of her chair and we embraced
in the middle of the kitchen. When we kissed an unspoken covenant was made
between us. We were mother and son and lovers.

"Look at the time! John I have to make an appointment in thirty minutes."

"What appointment?" I had thought that the chain of events would lead to its
logical conclusion but obviously not. I was on an erotic high and there was no
relief in sight.

"While you were out running I called for a doctor’s appointment to get a
prescription for the pill. I haven’t taken them since Dad died and now it seems
I’ll need them. Want to ride into town with me?"

My practical Mom, always thinking about details. The ride into town was
almost without conversation and I reconsidered everything we had talked
about this morning. While I had been on my morning run she had made her
decision and acted on it. We could never say that we got carried away with
mother-son affection and things just happened. Had she been planning this all
along and seduced me while I was trying to seduce her? I didn’t care who
seduced who; the end result would be the same.

After her appointment I wanted to rush back and get on with the main event
but Mom had other plans. We had lunch and then she went shopping for what
seemed like hours. When we finally got home she began to prepare our dinner.
I was a raging bundle of hormones and nerves at loose ends. I began to wonder
if I had understood our morning talk. In frustration I sat in the living room and
watched TV while Mom made cooking noises in the kitchen.

It was early evening when she called me to dinner. When I walked into the
kitchen the lights were turned off and two candles lit the table. Our simple
country kitchen had taken on a very romantic air. Mom greeted me with a
warm embrace and a kiss. When she stepped back to where I could see her I
was struck dumb. Before me stood a Rubenesque vision of beauty. While I had
been sulking in front of the TV she had done her hair, put on makeup, and
dressed in a sexy low cut dress I had never seen before. My sulks were replaced
first by guilt and finally by an overwhelming feeling of love for this woman who
had cared enough to make this evening start on the perfect note. I knew that I
would remember this night forever.

This was her party and I let her take charge of events. To this day I can’t
remember what we had for dinner that night. I do remember an ice bucket and
a bottle of cold duck. After dinner we danced to records in the living room and
Mom’s perfume did more to befuddle my senses than the wine. The evening
was soft music with slow rhythms; a warm, soft woman in my arms; two bodies
molded together; and hot, wet lips locked together in a kiss of forbidden love.
My universe was the smell of her perfume; the taste of Mom’s sweet kisses; and
soft, yielding flesh warmly pressed against my sex starved member which was
overwhelmed with the need to plunge into my mother’s welcoming pink
paradise.

Somehow we danced and floated to her bedroom to hold each other for long
moments in the middle of the room. She slowly unbuttoned my shirt and
stripped it from me. Her lips found my nipples and their warm touch sent
electricity throughout my body and set off tingles all the way to my fingertips. I
took her ample buttocks in each hand and crushed her pelvis to mine; my
throbbing member separated from its object of desire by our clothing alone. I
felt the edge of the bed against my legs and mother gently pushed me until I
lay on the bed with my legs dangling over the edge. She lay atop me and
started kissing me on my eyes, my lips, my nipples, and continued downward
to my navel. As her tongue worked magic there she undid my pants and slowly
worked all my clothes down around my ankles. Continuing downward she took
the head of my penis in her mouth for only a moment and gently sucked it for
far too brief a time. When she withdrew it was as if the world had been denied
me and paradise was only a memory recalled by the cooling moisture of her
kiss on my throbbing penis.

She moved off the bed and finished undressing me until I was totally naked
and then stepped back and began to undress herself slowly. I sat up and
started to go to her but she restrained me with a gesture of her hand. I sat on
the edge of the bed and watched as she slid out of her dress and stood before
me clad only in bra and pantyhose. It was long seconds before she moved
allowing me to absorb with my eyes the vision before me softened and
enhanced by the dim light from a single shaded lamp. She reached behind her
and undid the fastener on her bra then slowly turned as she removed it giving
me a view of her softly rounded shoulders, a side view of two mature breasts
hanging free, and finally a full frontal view of two pendulous orbs with large
aureoles and nipples that begged to be kissed and their softness fondled.

When she moved to the side of the bed I put my arms around her waist and
hugged he close burying my face between her breasts. I turned until I found
one nipple with my mouth and nipped it with my lips before I took it in my
mouth and began to massage it with the tip of my tongue. I moved to the other
breast and heard her sharp intake of breath when I began to gently suck the
nipple. As I worked on her breast with my lips and tongue I grasped the
waistband of her panty hose and began to pull them down over her hips. I
worked them down her legs and as I did I began to kiss and tongue her body
lower and lower until I reached her navel. While I explored her navel with my
tongue I held her pantyhose as she stepped out of the footlets.

The musky, slightly marine fragrance drifted to my nose from her vagina. I felt
an overpowering urge to bury my face between her legs and plant a kiss on the
portal from which I had first met the world. I hugged the back of her thighs
and pressed my lips to her hairy triangle. We became overbalanced and fell in
a tangle on the bed. I buried my face in the softness between her legs and
began to explore with my tongue. Mom opened her legs wide to give me easy
access to her nether parts and I took advantage of my position and slid my
tongue deep inside her tasting the slightly raw pleasant taste of her moist
labia. I moved upward until I could massage her clitoris with the tip of my
tongue and she went wild.

"Hurry, please hurry and put it inside me! I can’t wait any longer!", she begged.

The denial I had suffered through this long day and the buildup since dinner
had me in an advanced state of arousal. I began to move upward kissing as I
went until I could give her a big kiss on the mouth. She took hold of my penis
to put it in her cleft when I had an "Air Burst", spraying my semen all over her
tummy and collapsed on top of her. She held me close until my untimely
orgasm was over and again took hold of me and guided me to the entrance of
her pink paradise. This was what I had been after for all these weeks and now
it was mine! I began to push inside with short gentle strokes each a little
deeper that the one before until my full length was enveloped inside my
mother. I lay still for a few seconds savoring the glorious feeling of wet warmth
along the full length of my member. I was pleasantly surprised when a very
strong contraction gripped me tightly. Again her vagina contracted almost as
strong as a handshake sending shivers of ecstasy through me whole body. She
began moving her hips and I matched her movement. Pull out, push in, pause
for a gripping contraction, and then start all over again. This continued on and
on stirring exquisite sensations each time she contracted until her thrusts
became faster and more insistent. We were both in the home stretch and
nothing could have stopped us at that point.

"Oh God! Faster! Harder! Don’t stop! Hurry! I’m . . . going . . . to . . . cum . . . N
O W W W W W.", she screamed as I exploded inside her. Wave after wave of
contractions shook both of us and with each contraction I ejaculated a little
more until she was flooded with our combined juices and her whole crotch was
soaked, slippery, and sticky. We just lay there unable to do anything but try to
get control of our ragged breathing and enjoy the afterglow of the best orgasm I
had ever had in my life. Mom clutched me tightly to her breast as if she was
afraid I would run away. No chance of that for I was enjoying a warm, wet soak
and the dying echoes of her orgasm. As I became limp a particularly strong
contraction spit me out of my slippery prison.

Mom forced me on my back and took my penis in her mouth and began to suck
it and stroke up and down. I shifted positions until we could 69 and plunged
my face into the aftermath of our last coupling. Earlier I might have been
repelled but at that moment I enjoyed the taste and feel of her freshly screwed
pussy on my tongue. We continued until we each brought the other to orgasm.

On and on we explored our possibilities together until I couldn’t get another
erection. Mom turned off the light and we fell asleep in each other’s arms from
exhaustion; our sexual appetites completely satisfied.

When I awoke the next morning Mom was awake with her head propped up on
her arm looking at me. When she saw I was awake she asked, "How does my
incestuous son feel this morning?"

"Wonderful. How does my incestuous Mom feel?"

"Like I have been screwed by a whole army which brings me to a question.
Where did you learn to make love like that? I expected to have to teach a virgin
boy of fourteen how to make love but found myself in bed with an accomplished
lover. Care to explain?", she asked with a mischievous smile on her face.

"Mom, that’s not a fair question, I could get someone in trouble if I said
anything. I can’t talk about us so please don’t ask me about someone else."

"What if I asked your Aunt Clara? Think she could shed some light on the
subject?"

"I don’t know anything about what she could explain."

"Did you call her Claire when you were making love?, Mom asked with a laugh.

"MOM! I don’t want to talk about her!"

"Very good John. Never tell anyone about us or your aunt. My hat is off to her
for she taught you well. Don’t worry about your darling Claire. She and I have
been lovers off and on since I was younger than you are. We shared a bed as
kids until she left for college. Are you shocked that your mother and her sister
were lovers?"

"Surprised is a better word. Is that why you insisted that she come stay with us
when we moved here and you got a job?"

"That was part of it but I never expected my horny sister to seduce my son. No
wonder she was reluctant to leave. I understand a lot of things now that
puzzled me before. I promise I’ll never tell her that I know about you two
unless you say it’s OK."

Mom sealed her promise with a kiss and then other things needed doing. I let
her climb on top and lower herself on my erection. When she had slid over its
entire length she gave it a squeeze as she had last night.

I had to ask one question, "Mom how do you squeeze it so hard?"

She laughed and gave it a couple of quick squeezes in succession before she
answered, "I dribbled after you were born and I had to do exercises to
strengthen the muscles down there to correct the dribble. Do you like it?"

I answered her with a couple of voluntary throbs of my own. As Mom made
rhythmic motions back and forth I thought of the possibilities of a visit from
Aunt Clara.