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Coming in Momma (mother/son, inc)
by Anonymous Author (c) 1989
**
The story that follows is true though I've changed a few key
facts (namely the town I live in) to hide my identity. I feel
an occasional twinge of guilt, but by and large, I'm pretty damn
well pleased with myself. And so is my son!
I'm a thirty-two year old mother of one son. John is sixteen.
It doesn't take a mathematical genius to figure out that I got
myself knocked up when I wasn't quite 16. I dropped out of
school and, except for some early help from my parents, I raised
John all by myself. Between working at the plant assembling
circuit boards to bailing my boy out of trouble and keeping him
on top of his studies, I didn't have much time for a social
life. Sure, work was full of the usual lechers. I even took one
on several years ago, but I always regretted it. I'm no whore.
I'm not a prude either, I just can't see getting into a sexual
thing with a guy I don't even like.
Johnny and I was always real close. The older he got, it seemed
the more he occasionally raised me! You see, I do have a bit too
much to drink sometimes. Johnny would find me there passed out
in front of the TV and try to get me to bed. If he couldn't (in
other words, if he couldn't wake me up), then he would cover me
with a blanket and make sure my alarm got set. Johnny was a good
boy in that way.
And so it came that Johnny was out on a date one night and I
spent yet another Saturday night home alone. I poured myself a
few, got drunk, and fell asleep in the middle of one of those
'lost' Honeymooner's episodes. They coulda' stayed lost for all
I cared.
Johnny came in sometime shortly before midnight and shook my
shoulder to see if he could get me to bed. "Ma, I'm home," I
heard him say as consciousness overcame my grogginess.
Shakily I got to my feet and leaned on Johnny for steadiness.
Together, we plodded to my bedroom. I smelt beer on Johnny's
breath. "Boy, you're too young to start messing with no booze,"
I told him in the sternest voice my alcoholic haze would permit.
"Yes, mama," he said to me lowering me onto my bed.
"Here," I beckoned to him opening my arms, "Lie next to your
mother."
"Aw, Ma!" he moaned.
"Aw, Ma, nothing," I said to him, "Come here and make your
Mama happy."
So Johnny slid onto the bed next to me like he had done 100
times before. The routine was that I would doze back off in a
few minutes and he would go to his own bed and go to sleep. But,
tonight was a little different.
I cuddled up to him and put my head on his shoulder. I obviously
wasn't as drunk as usual and felt like playing with my son. So,
I started drawing circles on his chest with my finger and asked
him how his night had been. "Okay, I guess," he said to me.
But, that wasn't good enough. I propped myself up on an elbow
and prepared to tease him when my hand accidentally went too far
down. Far enough to feel a raging hard-on in my son's pants.
Rather than be offended or annoyed that my son would feel sexual
excitement in my presence, I was overjoyed. In fact, it occurred
to me in that moment that if some adult had made sure I didn't
screw up (no pun intended) when I was a kid, I might not have
had to have a baby when I was sixteen years old.
I deliberately ran my fingers down the length of his cock which
was stretching the material of his denims. He audibly sucked in
his breath and pushed my hand away. "I gotta go, Momma," he
said. And at once, he was off the bed and out of the room.
Now, at that moment I thought to myself, "Jesus Christ! What
have I done?" But, five minutes later, the thought was gone and
I was plodding into the kitchen to fix myself a snack. To get
there, I had to walk by my son's room.
When I passed by, I saw that his door was ajar. Through the
opening I could see the mirror over his bureau. And, in the
mirror I could see my son lying on top of the bed buck naked
with his thing in his hand!
His eyes were clinched shut and his hand rubbed up and down the
shaft of his young male organ. In the mirror, it seemed huge. I
recalled that his father had had a monster hanging between his
legs that gave me a very painful introduction to sex. But now,
that long, fat prick looked positively wonderful.
As I stood frozen, watching, he sucked in his breath and
proceeded to shoot jism into the air and onto his chest and
stomach. With the ferocity of the way he had come, I guessed
that I must have left my boy pretty steamed up. I didn't say
nothing. All's I did was sneak quietly into the kitchen and fix
myself a peanut butter and fluff sandwich - standard fare in my
house.
After a few minutes, in came my Johnny. When he seen me he
dropped his eyes like he was feeling guilty. Being the adult
here, I didn't say nothing. No sense in giving my boy guilt
complexes about what was a perfectly natural thing to do. Thing
was, it was my fault anyway. I got my boy all steamed up and he
had no recourse but to jerk hisself off. Everybody knows that
once a man's got a hard-on, it HURTS if he don't do nothing
about it.
Johnny fixed himself a sandwich while I watched him move. He
pretended like he didn't notice me noticing him but I knew he
did 'cause he started getting that hard-on in his underwear
again. I pretended not to notice that and instead just smiled at
him when he sat down. I figured he was probably in a lot of pain
by now. If truth be known, my own pussy felt real wet - I always
wondered if it was true that men could smell a woman in heat;
what with us smelling like a fish store and all.
So, there was Johnny and I sitting at the kitchen table in the
middle of the night both of us aroused as all git-out. Him, he
would never dream of making it with his Momma. But me, I was
somewhere between drunk and sober, and somewhere between
concerned that my son was uncomfortable and just plain horny as
hell!
Fuck this shit I said to myself! "Johnny, I want you to do
something for me and I want you to do it without no arguing,
hear?"
"Yes, Momma," Johnny said with some puzzlement in those beau-
tiful eyes.
"I want you to stand-up for me, put your hands at your sides,
and keep them there, do you hear."
"Why..." he sputtered as he lifted himself out of the chair.
"Never you mind, boy," I said to him in that responsible tone
that only an experienced parent like myself can muster, "Just
don't you move."
"Yes, Momma," he said. Johnny always had been a good boy.
I stood up in front of him, placed my hands on his cheek, pecked
him lightly on the lips, and said, "You're about the best thing
that ever happened to an old battle-ax like me."
"I love you too, Momma," he said but his voice rose and he
sucked in his breath as I knelt in front of him and pulled down
his underwear. There was his thing, not quite as erect as before
but still mighty formidable. I wondered if I could actually
handle it.
"Here goes nothing," I thought to myself. I took the first
couple of inches in my mouth and ran my tongue over his glorious
crown. I reached behind and grabbed his ass as he started to
wiggle around.
"Momma," he nearly screamed but that wasn't going to stop me.
'Sides, his wiggling started to turn into a thrusting.
I've given some pretty good head in my time and I know exactly
how to do it. I threw my head backwards and gave my son a pretty
clear shot for my throat. I learnt this trick a long time ago,
it's the only way to not gag when a man starts to really humping
your mouth. I took his member deeper and deeper inside of me
swishing my tongue along the vein that runs down tbottom.
Johnny started to really rocking his hips and I pulled tightly
on his tight buttocks.
"Fuck Momma's mouth," I said to my boy. It was pretty muffled
but I knew he understood. "I want to taste your wonderful jism."
Deeper and deeper he threw his cock in me. He was ramming me
down the throat now and I had to breathe through my nose or I
would have suffocated. He was every bit as long as his Daddy had
been but I reckoned that he was also quite a bit thicker. I felt
like I was trying to swallow somebody's arm.
I finally had him so deep that I could feel his balls lapping at
my chin. I began to fantasize about having that huge think in my
pussy and I pulled tightly against his ass.
Then, he put his hands behind my head and really started whaling
away at me. I reached down and started stroking the bottom of
his balls to make him come cause I was afraid he might tear my
tonsils out. Then, I reached behind him with my other hand and
started playing with his asshole. That was it for him! I had to
admit that, for a teenager he had plenty of staying power, but
that move did him in. He came in three mighty bursts shooting
hot-jism down the back of my throat and all over my mouth. When
he pulled out, I could feel it dribbling out of the corner and
down my chin. It tasted wonderful!
Johnny looked down at me and a look of pleasant satisfaction was
quickly replaced by horror. "Momma, what have I done?" he nearly
screamed at me.
"Hush, son," I said, "Did it feel good?"
"Yes, Momma, but - I raped you - my own mother!"
"Raped me? Are you kidding, I adored it. Further, I want you to
follow me and sleep with your Momma tonight."
"No, Momma, I can't," he pleaded.
"Can't or won't?" I said to him sternly. "Johnny, if you don't
do as your Momma asks, then you're gonna catch extra chores
around here. Do ya' hear me?"
"Yes, Momma," he answered in a voice that didn't sound quite as
miserable as I think it was supposed to sound.
Without looking back, I stood up and strolled quickly to my
bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed waiting. I heard him
moving around in the bathroom. Then, I heard the toilet flush
and the water run for a minute or two. My boy always was extra
clean. He got that from me.
Then, he was in the bedroom standing there in his underwear. He
looked like he was already building another hard-on. The kid was
incredible - guys my age can barely get it up once a day,
leastways, the ones that are interested in my body.
"You think I look good," Johnny I asked standing in front of him
in my bed-clothes. He just nodded.
"Would you like to touch my titties?" I asked. He just stood
there not saying or doing nothing. But, there was no mistaking
it now - he had a hell of a fucking erection in his panties. The
tip was peeking out from the elastic band. The kid was hung like
a fucking monster - woe to any teenage brat-girlfriends that
take him on: He'll rip them apart!
I got up and took his hand and placed in on one of my tits and
began moving it around. I used my other hand to stroke his
manhood. Then, I stood on my tip-toes and kissed my son full on
the lips. "You'd better start getting my clothes off me and
fucking the shit out of your mother," I said to him right before
sticking my tongue into his mouth.
That set him off into a frenzy. All of a sudden, his hands were
all over me and his mouth opened to envelope mine. He pushed
against me backing me into the wall. His hands were grabbing at
my breasts and groping down to my crotch. He started to pull at
the material of my night-dress to get at my tits and it gave way
with a rip. I was standing there with one of my boobs hanging
out and his hand squeezing and kneading it roughly - too
roughly.
"Johnny," I said to him but he just covered my mouth with his
and reached behind me grabbing my ass and pushing his pecker
against my crotch. His tongue groped deep inside of my mouth.
Then, he reached up and grabbed what was left of my gown and
ripped it side to side. I began to get slightly frightened (and
very turned-on) at how strong he was and at how helpless I was
all of a sudden. I was being raped by a maniac. I was being
raped by my own son!
Next, he dropped his mouth to my tits and began sucking on them
with me still pinned against the wall. His hand dropped between
my legs and started working up to the fabric of my panties. They
were soaked with the cream of my excitement. He grabbed the
cottony material of the crotch and yanked. They ripped easily in
his strong grip and now he was groping my cunt roughly with his
hand. His other hand wrapped around the back of me and started
feeling my asshole and my cunthole up from the back. I gasp I
felt him inserting one, two, and then three fingers into my
asshole which had been, heretofore, virgin territory. Then, he
did the same to my pussy and he lifted me two inches off the
floor that way! It hurt but it felt wonderful! I came all over
his hands with a tremendous shudder of my body.
Then, he picked me up and threw me on the bed. I crawled up and
he looked at me for a moment. "Come in Momma," I said to him
with open arms. The look of animal savagery crossed his eyes
again. His pecker was standing almost straight-up and it looked
like it had to be a foot or more long and thicker than anything
I ever seen before. He looked like a fucking horse.
All at once, he was on top of me kissing me like I was some
teenage bimbo he'd met at a dance. His hands were squeezing my
tits and squashing them flat. I was pinned beneath him and
realized that my boy was a BIG, full-grown man.
And then, with a vicious push of his hips, he was inside of me.
I squealed in pain as he sank his shaft half-way in on that
first thrust. But, he acted as though he didn't care none
whether it hurt me or not. I had created a monster!
My legs was spread wide and he grabbed my wrists and finished
spread-eagling me. He increased the tempo of his thrusting in me
as I struggled to adjust my hips so that I could handle his
cock. I still felt like I was spread out farther than when I
delivered him as a baby. Farther and farther in me he came until
I thought surely it would start coming out my throat. But, he
wasn't any wear near to all the way in me.
He reached down and grabbed my legs and threw them up on his
shoulders. This lifted my ass up off the bed and put my cunt so
that it was very vulnerable to his mighty thrusts. He rocked his
hips back and then threw all his weight against me and into me.
I saw stars and came in pulse after pulse as I felt him hitting
bottom deep inside of me. Over and over again he slammed me so
hard that the bed started moving across the floor.
"My God, son," I gasped at him, "You're gonna rip your Momma
right in two."
I breathed a sigh of relief when he stopped but my respite was
only momery for he turned me over and dragged me over the
edge of the bed. With my ass sticking up, he stood on the floor
and entered me from behind. He felt as big as a telephone pole
entering me this way. I began to regret giving him the blow-job
'cause it seemed he would normally have come by now. But, what
with his having come twice already, he had a lot of staying
power in him. And I was right, there was a lot of fucking to
come. He was out of control - I loved it!
Deep inside of me he thrust and I came yet again. I was
beginning to shake I had had so many orgasms. I could feel
dripping down my leg cause I was so wet with desire. He was
hurting me with the viciousness of the fucking but it was a
good hurt and I stuck my ass higher to give him an even better
target.
"Fuck Mommy," I said to him reverting to what he called me as a
very young boy, "Make it hurt - fuck Mommy till she's
screaming."
I probably shouldn't of said that because he started playing
with my asshole again. First one finger, then two, then three
were fucking me while that monster cock was in my twat. He kept
reaching down to my pussy getting more lubricant for his fingers
and running that around my anus.
Then he pulled out of me and I steeled myself for what I knew
was gonna happen next. Before I could shout "No!" his monster
was pressing against my shit-hole. "You want it to hurt, Momma?"
he said. "Well, hurt on this!"
With those words he pressed hard against me and my rose-bud gave
easily after all the lube he had applied. I screamed in REAL
agony as he sank deep into my nether. I clutched and clawed at
the sheet with my fingers as I tried to struggle away from the
impaling I was taking. "Oh my gawd! Oh my gawd!" I said over and
over again as he leaned over, put his hands under me, grabbed my
titties, and pulled up.
I was completely pinned by him and stuck like a pig. I struggled
to relax the screaming muscles that rimmed my asshole. He hadn't
actually started thrusting yet. He just stayed like that with
his pecker buried all the way inside of me.
"Son," I moaned weakly, "What are you doing to me?"
"Fucking the shit out of you, Momma," he said. "Get it? Fucking
the shit out of you?" And, with a laugh at his own cleverness,
he proceeded to give me an ass-fucking the likes of which no
woman has seen before.
At first, it was terribly painful. But soon, it became
deliciously excruciating. "Is my cock in my Momma's ass," he
asked.
"Yes," I groaned nearing another orgasm.
"Say it!" he snarled thrusting extra hard.
I grunted and then said, "Yes, your cock is in your mother's
ass." I almost screamed the last few words as my first anal
orgasm swept over me. "Fuck me," I screamed at him. "Fuck me!"
He started to pumping faster and faster and I could feel the
familiar swelling of his cock. "Come in Momma," I said to him,
"Come in your Momma."
And, for the first time in my life, I had a simultaneous orgasm
with a man. He came in tremendous squirt after squirt of semen
in my bowels. I nearly fainted my orgasm was so powerful.
The ass-fucking left me with the vague feeling of needing to
take a dump. But, Johnny beat me to the bathroom to clean the
shit off of his dick. Anal sex may be exciting, but it ain't
pretty. Any case, soon we was both in bed and we fell asleep
real fast. Along about six in the morning I woke to find
Johnny on top of me and fucking me all over again. He didn't
last nearly so long this time (thank God - I couldn't have taken
another fucking like the night before) and when he was finished,
we went t some more.
A little later, I got up and walked wobbly legged to the kitchen
and made us some breakfast. Johnny came in a few minutes later
and sat down.
"Got any plans for tonight," I asked him.
"No, Momma," he said to me.
"Well, I's got to go to the hair dresser and I thought I might
stop at Danny's for a drink after so don't wait up for me."
Danny's was to local bar. You could still get a glass of beer
for fifty-cents there.
"Actually, Momma," Johnny said to me, "I think I want you home
by ten."
"What?" I turned to him in surprise. "And who made you boss,
young man?"
"Momma, if you ain't home by ten, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to
punish you," he said. He was holding a belt in one hand,
slapping it against the open palm of his other hand. "You been
taking care of me all these years, Momma. Now, it's time for me
to take care of you."
I did go out that night. And I actually got home about ten
minutes before 'curfew'. But, I deliberately hung around outside
for another fifteen minutes before going in the door.
Johnny was waiting up for me. I took my punishment like a woman:
for most of the night.
THE END