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Ma's Decree (Fm, inc)
by RHYMER
My Pop's in the oil business, so he's often away from home for
months at a time while he supervises exploration in the Venezuelan
rainforest. I suppose we could all move down there, but our life
is here, and he won't be working in the jungle forever. So here we
stay in Houston, my Ma and I, while he hacks through the jungle
like Indiana Jones. I miss my Pop a lot, but it's not such a bad
life: petroleum has paid for our three story, five bedroom house,
and I go to an exclusive private school. Ma doesn't have to work,
so she fills up her time with volunteering and various causes.
Ma's always been a good-looking woman. She's a very well-
preserved 36, close to six feet tall, with shiny brown hair, blue
eyes, and a nice figure (not that I'd ever really noticed). She's
also what you might call eccentric. She's always doing things that
she claims are good for us or the planet, and there have been times
when Pop and I have been forced to join in her causes, like when we
ate tofu for every meal in protest of the British "mad cow" scare,
and it's been years since any of us wore anything other than a
natural fiber. She drives a little electric car, but I draw the
line at this; I prefer my Miata. I never know what to expect out
of Ma.
That still didn't keep me from being flabbergasted at what I
saw when I went in for breakfast one Saturday morning six months
ago. I staggered in wearing only my shorts (we've always been
casual and realistic about our bodies in our house) only to find
that I'd been upstaged. Ma was standing over the oven wearing
nothing but an apron! As I watched, she bent over to take a tray
of muffins out of the oven, and I got a damned good look at her
pussy. I sprang a woody in about half a second, and quickly sat
down at the kitchen table before she could turn around and notice.
My mind was a welter of confused thoughts. I felt guilty as
hell for getting a hard-on from looking at my own Ma, but damn she
looked good, better than any of the little prickteasers I went to
school with! Her skin was smooth, unblemished, and well-tanned,
without any tan-lines; I knew she sunbathed nude, so did I, but
we'd prudently never done it together. That might have to change.
Her ass was round and tight, and her legs were long, limber, and
heavenly. I swallowed hard and tried to will my erection to go
away; but that only made it harder, and now I could feel the juice
leaking out the tip. Clearing my throat, I said, "Uh, Ma? Why are
you naked?"
She turned around and smiled. "Hi, honey. Well, I've decided
we're going to become nudists. I've been reading about it. It
seems such a free and natural lifestyle, and the nudists always
seem so happy."
And well they should, if their family members looked anything
like Ma. My gaze was fastened on her incredible tits. They were
perfect: rounded and cantaloupe-sized, not too big or small, tipped
with dusky brown nipples that begged to be sucked. Ma was still
talking, but I wasn't hearing any of it; I didn't break out of the
daze until she said my name sharply: "Mark!"
I shook my head, looked up at her face. She was smiling.
"Why don't you join me? You never wear much anyway."
I shook my head. "Uh, that would be a problem."
"Why? What's wrong with au naturel."
"Nothing, Ma, I guess." Again my eyes were fixed on those
magnificent breasts. "I, uh, would just find it embarrassing."
She smirked. "I've seen it all before. And you don't think
those Speedos you wear in the pool hide much, do you?"
I shrugged; never thought of that. "Yeah, but, uh, I hate to
say this, but I'd have a hard-on all the time, and you know..."
She looked at me strangely. "Just from being nude?" She
really didn't get it. My innocent Ma.
"Hell no, Ma," I burst out. "I'd have a hard-on from looking
at you all the time!"
She looked thunderstruck for a second; then a smiled played
across her face. "Really? How flattering. Do you have one now?"
"Uh, yeah. Big-time." I felt tides of lust wash thrugh my
body, starting to push away the guilt.
Ma slowly took off the apron, exposing the bare little crease
at the juncture of her legs. Her nipples were starting to get hard
as little rocks, and I swear I could see her clit poking out
between her nether lips. She walked slowly toward me. "Show me,"
she breathed.
The lust took over fully, and I stood proudly, breathing fast.
My nipples were hard too, and my rod felt like a bar of steel as it
strained at the front of my underpants. "Oh, my poor baby, that
must hurt," Ma said. "Should Mommy take care of it for you?"
I was beyond speech for the moment. I just nodded. Ma got
down on her knees in front of me and stared at the nine-inch bulge
outlined by the fabric of my briefs. She wrapped her arms around
my waist and kissed her way down my muscled belly; then she slid
her hands into the waistband of my shorts and pulled them slowly
down. When my hot rod was exposed, she smiled again.
"Ooh, baby, that's a nice one." Flattery will get you
everywhere! Ma trailed one hand down across my buttocks, along my
thigh, and then up across my sprem-heavy balls to the base of my
cock. She blew a hot breath across it and it twitched
involuntarily, to her amusement. Then she kissed the tip. I
almost lost it then, but decided I'd better think about something
innocuous like baseball scores for a while, or this wouldn't last.
Her lips engulfed the entire head of my cock, and I thought hard
about the upcoming Astros-Rangers game. But this was my sexy Ma,
not some bubble-headed cheerleader! I lasted maybe a minute before
I spewed a bucket of cum into her mouth. I pulled out at the last
second, and the last two sticky jets soaked her perfect neck and
tits. Talk about a pearl necklace!
Ma pumped her hand up and down my cock, milking out the last
of my spunk and licking it away with a flick of her tongue. "Mmm,
that was good, baby. And you're still hard, just like I hoped.
Mama needs some fun now." She stood up, and braced herself against
the sink, ass in the air in invitation. I could see the juices
dripping down those luscious legs from her saturated snatch.
I was still overcome with lust for my mother, but it had
subsided a bit. I thought about Pop, and felt awful for a second.
Who says a hard dick has no conscience? "I really loved it, Ma,
but fucking you would be incest. Isn't that wrong?"
"Not if no one knows, baby, and who's to say what's wrong
between a pair of consenting adults?" She reached behind her with
one hand, spreading apart her pussylips like some centerfold,
revealing the hot pink depths within. "Now pound me with that big
cock."
"But what about Pop? What would he think if he found out
you'd fucked another man?" I asked, losing what was left of my
resolve as I stared at the tight little orifice from which I'd
emerged 17 years ago.
She laughed lightly. "Don't worry, baby, we have
an...understanding. When he's away from home, he helps himself to
those hot little Latin babes, and I get whatever cock I can. Hell,
I fucked your friend Tim Jefferson just last week."
My eyes widened. Tim, the kid who delivered our paper...?
She had good taste, I guess; he was a handsome kid, in a swarthy
kind of way. Maybe fifteen. The thought of my own Ma giving it to
the paperboy dissolved the last of my inhibitions, and I moved up
behind her and laid my pipe to her in one hard thrust that took me
in to the balls. She yelped and reared up like a mare surpised by
a stallion. I let her hold us up and wrapped my hands around those
bounteous tits, catching the nips between my fingers and tweaking
and kneeding gently as I thrust. She wasn't as tight as one of my
cheerleaders, but she was tight enough, and the unusual angle of
entry, combined by the fact that she was my mother, added a whole
new exciting dimension to the act of fucking which I'd never felt
before. To hell with the cheerleaders! I'd never pass up any
pussy that came my way, but my Ma was my preferred fuck-partner
from now on!
She squirmed and waile beneath me. "Oh Mark, Mark, fuck me!
Oh, your big cock feels so good, you can fuck Mommy forever!"
Having come already once that morning, I was primed to last
for a long time before I blew again. I pounded my mother's cunt
hard and fast for half an hour, plowing her through orgasm after
orgasm. Presently, though, I felt my nutsack contract, and I
pulled out quickly, shooting my load all over Mom's back.
Breakfast was forgotten as we stumbled into the shower
together to wash off my come. It wasn't long before that devolved
into another cocksucking session, and within minutes we were in bed
together, screwing like minks. We kept it up that way for two
days, and at the end of it I agreed to Ma's nudity decree, at
least while Dad's not home. After all, it makes it easier to fuck
whenever we feel like it.
Well, that was six months ago, and Pop's been home and gone.
We cooled it while he was here, but I managed to bend her over in
the laundry room once, and she sucked me off in the bathroom two
weeks into the stay. That was a close one; Pop almost caught us,
but I managed to hide in the laundry hamper while Ma pretended to
be peeing. The things we do for love!
Ma's still very much in love with Pop, but we're never going
to stop our fuckfests. We love each other and each other's bodies
too much; ours is a purer lust than any married couple can feel.
Ma's given up her other extramarital partners, and lately she's
been talking about making a baby with me. Pop would never have to
know; we'd say it was his, and it would be, in a way. I must say
the thought is intriguing.
So you see, now I'm set for pussy for life. I don't know what
got into Ma that Saturday morning, but I know what's gotten into
her nearly every day from now on: my hard cock!
THE END