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o This part of my collection offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o
o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o
o betical directories. o
o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o
o be typed therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s o
o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o
o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o
o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen Becker o
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Fun Mom (Fm, inc)
by Anon Nixpixer - 1991
**
It all started one saturday afternoon when I came inside after mowing
the lawn. Mom jumped me from behind the door and started tickling me
without mercy. "Gottcha!!" she squealed and proceded to corner me
against a wall. I started to giggle and tried fighting off mom's
fingers from their torture. Knowing full well that if I didn't get
away soon, mom would have me in tears from laughing so hard. We've done
stuff like this since I was 7 or so. In the morning, she would wake
me up for school by jumping onto the bed I was asleep in and she would
start tickling me until I begged her to stop. But I usualy got even
on the following weekend, because back then dad had to leave for work
really early, so Mom slept in late. While she was still sound asleep,
I'd fly out of nowhere and land on her bed, bouncing both of us high
into the air.
As time passed, we moved up to dropping ice cubes down each others
shirts, water ballons coming from no-where and when we worked out in the
backyard, we'd spray each other with the garden hose (though once we
weren't outside when that happened. What a mess!) Basicly, we acted
more like best friends than mother and son.
Anyway, this time I was able to escape mom by ducking under her
arms and dashing up the stairs where our bedrooms where. I looked back
to see if she was even bothering to come after me when my foot missed
a step and I fell, banging my knee onto the edge of a runner. "Ha!"
she yelled from below and started up after me, taking the steps two at
a time. I tried to scramble the rest of the way up, but I had to take
it easy now, because every time I put wieght on my knee, a sharp pain
would shoot thru it. By the time I reached the 2nd floor, Mom had
already caught up to me and made a grab for my shirt. Lunging forward,
my shirt slipped through her fingers and I whipped around the first
doorway I came to, pulling myself from her grasping hands.
Seeing my parents queen size bed, I took a running leap and landed
right in the middle of it, on my back, laughing hysterically and gasping
for breath at the same time. Well, at least that's what I was doing
before Mom's body came flying through the air and landed right on top
of me, crushing the air from my lungs. While I lay there stunned, Mom
quickly swung a leg over my middle and sat down on top of my pelvis.
"Told ya, I gotcha!" she giggled.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah...tell me about it. You just lucked out!" I defended
myself. "Say, what's for dinner? I'm starved already." I asked, trying
to change the subject when my eyes were drawn to a bead of sweat making
it's way down the side of Mom's neck.
"When's dinner?! In the postion you're in now, I should be asking YOU
that question!" She smirked, jabbing a long fingernail into my stomach.
The bead made it's way past her collar bone and now headed towards that
little bit of clevage that her blouse left exposed. "Oh really....YOU
want ME to make dinner? O.K...sure, how's a couple of cold TV dinners
sound? I can whip those up in no time." I teased, never taking my eyes
off of the bead.
"Smart ass!!" she shouted and started to tickle me all over again.
Her prolonged exertion had made her sweaty all over and in some places,
it had soaked through her blouse. The lace of her bra that had lay hidden
underneath had now become visible to my eyes. All of the sudden, to my
horror, I realized that with her sitting on top of me like that, wiggling
all around, and the vision of that bead of sweat rolling down into her
cleavage, I had gotten a hard-on! Though I wasn't fully erect, I felt
it as it pressed against my shorts.
I froze, my mind went blank.
Quickly, I decided I'd better get out of there before Mom found out
about my reaction and I'd be embarrassed for life. I tried to roll over
onto my side, in the process throwing Mom off of me, but she naturaly
thought I was just messing around with her. So she just grabed my arms
and held me down with her weight, sliding her legs back to get better
leverage on my stuggles.
"Oh, no, you don't mister! I'm serious, what are you cooking for
dinner?" she asked while looking straight into my eyes. The sensation
of her smooth and now sweaty legs sliding down the length of my bare legs
was the final straw. My cock was now fully erect. I could feel it's
head peeking out the leg opening of my shorts.
"Anything you want Ma, just let me up, I gotta go use the John!" I
pleaded, trying to find any excuse to get her off of me. "I don't think
so young man. Maybe I should just hold you here until you pee in your
pants!" she giggled, then sat up letting all of her weight settle onto me.
All of the sudden, a strange look came over her face. In the matter of
seconds, her face expressed puzzlement, shock, mishchief and something
else that I couldn't put my finger on. But that was the least of my
worries, because I had realized that at that moment, the head of my now
twitching cock was touching the sliky smooth, bare skin of Mom's inner
thigh!
"God, Mom. I'm sorry, let..." I blurted out, my face (probably my
entire body) turning beet red.
"Shhhhh, don't move, I think I heard something." she whispered,
her eyes closing. She then scooted herself up a little, towards the
headboard. With her motion, my shorts where pulled up enough to free my
dick completly from it's confines. Springing upwards, it left a trail
of wetness behind on Mom's thigh until its further movement was blocked.
The heat coming from that area was startling to me, but not as much as
the fact that Mom had moved herself to position my dick against her cotton
covered cunt!
I froze.
Hell, I didn't know what I should or could do then. What was I
supposed to say? It's not every day that a guy's dick touches his
Mom's cunt, ya' know?
Mom leaned forward some, her black hair hanging down onto my face.
This motion had left my dick almost standing straight up, not touching
anything. At least not until Mom leaned back while rotating her hips
towards my head at the same time. Now my cock rubbed her almost all the
way across her crotch, starting from her ass and ending up twitching
between her sweaty thighs. She did this motion several more times,
bringing greater sensations to my dick with each new movement. She then
leaned completly forward, bringing her face very close to mine. Her panting
breath washed across me as her now half-closed eyes rolled up out of sight.
"Mmmmm...." Mom groaned softly. With her breasts crushed between our
bodies, I could feel the hardness of her erect nipples against my chest.
Her constant rubbing of my dick against the heat (and now wetness) of her
pantied cunt, brought an insane desire to fuck my beautiful mother deeply,
VERY deeply.
The very thought of shoving all of my 7 inches into Mom's pussy made
my cock swell up so hard that it started to hurt! I started to thrust
my hips up off the bed, instinctively starting the motions of fucking. I
was lost in dry humping my mother when I felt something hot and moist
gently touch my dick. My eyes flew open to find the source of this new
sensation and found and I saw that Mom had lifted the front of her skirt
and now had a hand at our crotches. Starting at the base, she carresed
the length of my member with the back of her slender fingers. Then,
moving up to her cunt, she slipped several fingers under the cotton crotch
of her panties and pulled it aside. Again, I froze. This was the first
time I had ever seen a real pussy. The fact that it was my Mom's, didn't
make it any less of a matter. I've seen the pussies of probably hundreds
of women (from magazines of course) and I was still awed by the sight
above me. Her pussy hair was a black as the hair hanging around her face,
thick and curly. I could make out her long pussy lips peeking through
the forest surrounding them, all puffy and glistening. I could even make
out her clit as it stood proudly erect, looking just like a tiny red cock.
I would have sworn that it quivered.
Then the odor hit me. It was a heavy, musky smell, that I hade
never come across before in my 14 years. I don't know what happened
then, but without warning, my dick started shooting. I just grunted
and pushed my head back into the pillows as my young body pushed out wad
after wad of thick sperm. I think I heard Mom gasp, but at the moment
I wasn't really capable of paying attention to be sure. My ecstasy was
prolonged when I felt her fingers encircle my manhood and gently pump the
length of my dick, repeating the motions I had done so many times alone.
It was over in half a minute or so and my body fell back relaxed. I opened
my eyes.
"Thanks, Mom. I never felt anyth..." I stopped in midsentence as Mom
eased my still hard dick towards the opening of her pussy. Again, I felt
the heat radiating from her body as if it were an oven. Her now exposed
pubic hairs tickled me as the head slid past the soft fur covering of her
mound. Seeing that it was now covered with the pearly beads of my hot
spunk brought a strong twitch to my pecker. She brought it back further,
across the little nub of hard flesh, until my cock head was enveloped by
her soft, hot, wet labia. Warm liquid was now dripping from Mom's pussy
as she brought her body down and I almost passed out when my poor little
dick entered her body.
Sliding deeper into her body, the silken walls of her vagina tugged
my foreskin down, popping the blood engorged head of my cock out from under
it's protective covering, bringing it into contact with the surrounding
walls of my Mom's most private place. I had returned to the secret place
of my birth.
We both let out loud groans as she settled all of her weight onto me,
plunging me into her body as far as I possibly could go. I felt the walls
of her wet pussy start to ripple against the entire length of my buried
member and she began to grind her pelvic bone against mine, crushing her
clitty against the hard base of my cock. We stayed joined like that for
some time, moving only to devour each others hungry mouths while tremors
ran through our bodies.
She then pulled herself up off of me, ever so slowly, only stopping
when the head of my still hard dick was just about to pull from her. Then,
with the same maddening slowness as before, she impaled herself on me again.
"Ohhhhhhhhh......God, that's nice..." wispered Mom. I just stared
at her, not knowing what the hell to do next. Rocking on her knees, she
started to fuck me with a slow and easy motion. But with the each stroke,
I could tell that she went just a little faster, a little harder. I
renewed my humping motions. Pushing up off the bed with my legs, I
thrust myself up into her cunt. It seemed like the right thing to do and
with Mom letting out a little gasp with each of my thrusts, I guess I was
doing ok.
All of this time my hands had layed at my sides, motionless. With the
renewed fucking on both of our parts, I finaly got the courage to touch her.
I slid my hands along the soft skin on the outside of her thighs, past her
full hips and finaly, I was holding onto the smooth flesh of her ass. With
both hands, I squeezed her buns, relishing the softness that filling them.
Moving one hand further, I felt the moist cleft of her behind and soon my
index finger came across her little puckered asshole. Kinky thoughts flew
through my head from all of the stories I've read in porno mags about that
special opening. Wetting my finger from her sweaty back, I gently placed
the tip of my finger against her "back" hole. She didn't react at the
touch, so I proceded to work my finger up into her asshole. It was slow
going, being rather dry and tight. But once I got my finger in past the
first knuckle, Mom let out a low moan and I felt her sphincter muscle start
to milk my buried digit. I pulled it out a little and then shoved it back
in all the way when Mom suddenly went ridged and then collapsed on top of
me, crushing her breasts between us. I felt shivers running up and down
her body, while her pussy and asshole both started squeezing me with a
surprising strength. Franticly, Mom searched out my mouth with hers and
deeply kissed me, shoving her tongue into the back of my mouth.
It then dawned on me. She was cumming! I HAD MADE MY OWN MOTHER CUM!
All of this was just too much for me and my little guy started to spurt
again. Quickly, I pulled my finger from her asshole and with both hands,
I dug into her hips. Then, with every bit of strength I could muster,
I pulled her down onto me as hard as I could.
"Ohh, GOD!!!!" I screamed out as my orgasm ripped through my body.
My balls tightened and my world exploded. Gallons of spunk shot into
Mom's already dripping pussy and with each spurt from my cock, Mom's cunt
clenched tightly at my dick. It almost felt as if it were trying to pull
me deeper inside.
"That's it, cum for Mommy!" she hissed into my ear, "Shoot your hot
cum into Mommy's pussy!"
Her urging me on made my cumming last longer, longer than it ever had
before. It almost felt like I had multiple orgasms! Gasping, my balls
finally emptied and my exhausted body fell back completely limp onto the
bed. Moments later, my very spent cock grew soft and slowly slipped from
Mom's tight pussy.
As we rested there, with her laying on top of me, I felt a warm fluid
dripping onto my dick and balls. Mom started to move her hips in a circle,
gently rubbing our pleasure organs together, while lightly kissing my cheek.
Realizing that our mixed fuck juices leaking from between Mom's pussy lips
sent a shiver down my back. Her gentle rubbing mixed with the warm
closeness of her soft body and the still very fresh memory of what had
just happened, caused my dick to stir for a third time in a half-hour.
In just seconds, my dick was pressing against the soft folds of her pussy
lips which were throbbing from the wet heat emanating from the opening
they protected. I moved my hips around, using the head of my dick to feel
for the velvety entrance of her body but I didn't get anywhere. I reached
under her skirt, letting my fingers trace a path along her hips and thighs
to her cunt. But this motion stirred Mom from her state. She didn't say
anything, but just simply rolled off of me, got up off the bed and left
the room as if nothing happened.
After watching her leave, I layed back on the bed, staring up at the
ceiling. I wondered about what just happend. This morning, I was a
virgin. The closest I'd ever gotten to having sex with a girl was a year
ago when Sandy kissed me on the cheek for helping her with her homework.
Now, I had just fucked a girl. Hell, a grown woman! And on top of all
that, that woman was my MOM!
My butt was getting cold and it felt wet. I roll over and saw a large
stain on the bedspread underneath. The little gobs of white jism left
little doubt as to the source of this wet spot. I was getting ready to
find an extra set of sheets when Mom returned.
"I locked all of the doors and closed the window shades. I hope if
someone comes over, they'll think no one's home," she said. Her eyes
looking everywhere but at me.
She closed and locked the bedroom door then with a smug smile on her
face, turned to me.