Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an424836@anon.penet.fi
Date: Mon, 5 Aug 1996 16:34:06 UTC
Subject: Wanting Mom (m/F inc)

				 Wanting Mom

	The first naked woman I ever saw in my life was my Mom. In
those days we lived in a small two-story house that had two bedrooms,
the one I slept in and the one Mom and Dad shared before they got
divorced. Both bedrooms were on the second floor and were right next
to each other. There was also a door between them that was always kept
locked. I never thought much about that door until after my Dad left
and my Mom slept in the bedroom by herself.

	The door between our bedrooms was an old one and had a large
keyhole, although I never once saw a key or anybody unlock it. When I
was younger, the door was always a mysterious thing to me. The
doorknobs had long since been taken off the door, and somebody had
stuffed a lot of wadded up paper in the keyhole so you couldn't peek
through it. I used to weave stories to myself about the door and the
people who once lived in our house. I fantasized what they might have
used the door for. Whenever I asked Mom about it she told me the door
was for the maid. The people had a maid, she said, who slept in my
bedroom.

	To make a long story short, after Dad left and Mom was alone I
began to wonder about the door. I was going on my 16th birthday and,
like most boys that age, was getting more and more curious about women
and what they looked like without any clothes on. I had begun
collecting copies of Hustler and other magazines with photographs of
naked women and their pussies. I kept the magazines under my bed so
Mom wouldn't find them. After I went to my room at night, I would
take the magazines out and jack off while looking at the pictures. A
woman's cunt seemed to me the most wonderful thing in the world, and I
longed to stick my cock inside one.

	After a while, though, photographs just didn't do it for me
anymore. I wanted to see the real thing. One day when Mom was out
shopping I got a screwdriver and tried to push the wadded up paper out
of the keyhole. The paper had evidently been in the hole a long time.
It was virtually stuck to the metal inside. Nevertheless after
numerous jabs I managed to knock most of it loose and pushed it out
the other side. Checking the line of sight through the open keyhole, I
saw what was a commanding view of Mom's bedroom and her bed. Needless
to say, I couldn't wait 'til Mom came home and went to bed that night.

	And when Mom went into her bedroom that night I was well
rewarded. When I knelt down to look through the keyhole, I saw her
remove her clothing, article by article, first to reveal breasts I had
never dreamed were so big. I watched as her tits dipped down and then
bounced back up as she bent over to remove her stockings. For the like
of me, I wondered why I had never thought of Mom as having big breasts
before. I learned that a bra sometimes hides a woman's true amplitude.

	As I gazed through the keyhole, I also saw how large the
nipples are on a tit in real life, and what a large brown circular
area surrounds each nipple. What a lucky baby I must have been to suck
warm milk from those nipples! I wondered why I had ever stopped. I
remembered a novel I read about a boy who was nursed by his mother
until he was 8 years old. That could have been me, I thought. I could
have never quit, and could still be sucking milk from those tits. What
would Mom think if she knew I wanted to? The thought made my cock
tingle.

	When Mom removed her panties, the luxurious thatch of pubic
hair on her pussy was ever so much more vivid and compelling than the
hair on the cunts I had looked at in the magazines. My cock stiffened
its full length at the sight of it. I began to stroke my meat
passionately. After Mom undressed, she usually lay on the bed reading
for a while, her legs slightly parted. And I imagined my cock buried
somewhere inside the dark bush between her legs and my cock moving in
and out of it, thrusting as deep as it could go. I kept stroking until
my load splashed up against the door.

	This peeking at Mom in her bedroom continued for many a night.
Gradually over time I memorized every square inch of her 34-year-old
body, her pendulous tits, the way they sagged and bobbed when she
moved about the room; the way they seemed to pour out across either
side of her chest when she lay down, the way they moved across her
body like two massive blobs of flesh spread out for kneading and
tasting. I loved, too, the look of her pussy, with its glorious dark
fluffy hair and the sensuous groove down beneath it that she
occasionally ran a finger in distractedly, suggesting warm wet
pleasures to be sampled. After a time, I forgot all about my Hustler
magazines. And after a time, I even got tired of jacking. I wanted a
real cunt, a cunt like Mom's, a warm tight pussy full of slippery
juices to stuff my cock into. I wanted to shoot my load deep inside
such a cunt. I wanted to come in it again and again. I wanted to fill
it up completely with my cum.

	It seemed as if nothing was ever going to change. I was not
nervy enough to walk into Mom's bedroom naked and force a showdown,
especially while she was awake. But one time, when I knew she was
sound asleep, I crept into her bedroom and stepped quietly up to her
bed. I pulled aside the covers carefully and leaned over her body, my
head very close to her cunt. But in the end I lost my nerve and had to
content myself with breathing in the aroma emanating from the dark
recesses of her pussy. The heated, musky fragrance of her powerful
snatch excited me, and I began to masturbate, imagining my swollen
cock deep inside the object of my desire. Sheer fantasy sufficed, and,
wrenchingly, I shot my load, my jizm flying every which way, on her
tits and on her belly, a drop or two landing on the crisp, curly hair
between her legs.

	After catching my breath and regaining my senses I leaned over
the sleeping figure of my Mom to examine the two pearly drops of semen
on her bush. Using my finger, I teased the glistening bits of cum down
through the hairs to her cunt and into the opening of her vagina. The
inner lips of her pussy seemed to come alive at my touch, greedily
accepting the precious jizm I had to offer them. Mom sighed, her body
stirring briefly. She moved her ass up and down a few times and then
lay quiet. I decided it was too risky to remain in the room any longer
and covered her up again. I withdrew from the bedroom, promising
myself I would summon up the proper courage next time around.

	By the time I got enough nerve to creep into my mother's
bedroom again, I had a bit of bad luck when I discovered my Mom was
having her period. Pulling down the sheet from around her sleeping
figure, I saw the telltale string of the tampon dangling from her
vagina. It was a definite turnoff, and, needless to say, I withdrew
from the room not only cursing my luck but also swearing to give up
any further attempts to sneak a fuck from my mother.

	My resolve not to try anything more lasted only about two
weeks, however, for about that time my Mom and one of her lady friends
spent the evening downstairs getting really plastered. The two of them
slowly killed a four-liter bottle of wine, while cracking jokes and
trashing the men in their lives they both knew. There was a lot of
laughter and clatter in the kitchen while they yacked at each other
and fussed with their drinks and their snacks. At about 10:30, Betty,
my mom's friend, said she had to leave when her husband telephoned and
wondered what was keeping her out so late. Of course, I eavesdropped
on all this, and about ten minutes after Betty left, I could hear my
mom try to mount the stairs and make it to her bedroom. I heard her
stumble several times on the way, but she made it finally to her room
and shut the door. Peering through the keyhole in the door between our
rooms, I saw her flop on the bed without getting undressed or turning
out the light. It was not like her not to get undressed and I figured
she must have been really sloshed. For a long time I peered through
the keyhole at her comatose figure on the bed. I could hear her
snoring loudly, and thought to myself it was now or never. The
excitement I felt at knowing she was dead drunk instantly gave me a
hard on.

	I took all my clothes off and, stepping into mom's bedroom, I
walked over to her bed and reassured myself she was out cold. Lifting
up her skirt, I reached up under her ass and removed her panties,
leaving them around one leg so as to make it easier to put them back
on. The shock of seeing her pussy so close and accessible made my cock
throb almost painfully, the head turning almost purple with
impatience. After the previous episode, I had not jacked off or had a
wet dream, so the pent up jizm in my balls undoubtedly was aching for
release.

	Spreading Mom's legs, I positioned myself in between them, and
fondling her cunt, probed its juicy interior with one finger,
spreading as much of the moisture inside on the outside as I could. In
between her snores, Mom began to moan softly, her body just barely
stirring. My cock by now was dripping pre-come, the sticky strings
trailing from the head as I placed it at the opening to Mom's vagina.
With very little effort and hardly a thrust, my cock sank into her
cunt up to the hilt. Unconsciously, her vagina tightened its grip on
my cock, grasping it deliciously as if by magic. It must have been an
entirely involuntary reaction because I was certain she was passed out
from the wine and sleeping it off.

	Nevertheless Mom's moaning continued, taking on a rhythm of
its own in response to the gradual in and out of my thrusting. I began
to thrust in earnest, faster and deeper, throwing all caution to the
wind, and banging hard against her vulva each time I drove my rigid
shaft into her as far as I could manage. Soon I felt the first tug in
my loins, the signal I was about to cum. If I had any misgivings about
cumming in my mother, now was the time to stop, and I paused briefly,
but only briefly. The thought that I could drop a huge load inside her
was too exciting, too pleasurable to be denied. I loved the thought. I
loved the idea of it. I wanted to do it. I wanted to shoot my hot cum
inside her. I loved it and maybe she would love it too if she knew.

	Losing all control of myself, I exploded deep inside Mom's
pussy. Spurt after spurt of the viscous liquid shot forth from my cock
into her vagina, the sperm splashing up against her cervix, racing
with white heat into her uterus and beyond in search of an egg. Spasm
after spasm sent forth quantity after quantity from my teen age balls,
until, with no room left inside her to contain all my seed, the warm,
thick fluid slicked out around my plunging cock and down around her
ass onto the bed.

	The intensity of the orgasm racked my senses, and I lay atop
her for what seemed like a long time before I regained my composure.
When I awoke from the dreamlike state I was in, my cock had softened
but was still inside Mom's pussy. Pulling it out, her vagina tugged at
it, reluctant to let go, as my jizm inside her had undoubtedly
thickened to a glue-like condition after about 20 minutes. Pulling her
panties back up around her, I covered her again with the sheet. Her
snoring continued unabated and I figured she would never know what had
happened to her that night. By morning most of my seed would be inside
her uterus, and what cum was left in her vagina would be absorbed into
her body. A few dried cum spots on the bed or on her cunt could be
dismissed as her own natural discharge. I was home free, I thought as
I left the room, a smile on my face.