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Mama's Boy (Fdom-M, inc)
by Anon NixPixer
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Everyone has met a mama's boy sometime during their lifetime
and probably everyone has a different reaction to them. Some
people are openly disgusted with a man that would let his mother
dominate him so completely, while others are deeply touched with
his devotion to her. Naturally there are other perceptions of
this relationship between mother and son, but there is no need to
delve into them at this time, suffice to say there are probably
more opinions than you would care to count.
Few people however ever take the time to think about how the
man in question became so emotionally bound to his mother, that
she can dominate him to the point where he doesn't make a move
without her approval. Undoubtedly there are numerous ways a woman
can bind her son to her, but usually it's either greed, fear,
guilt, love or a combination of any or all of them in varying
degrees. However for this type relationship to exist, she must
have convinced him, one way or another, that he it totally
dependent upon her.
Of course, not all mothers deliberately set out to bind their
sons to them for life, but accomplish it nevertheless, by their
deep concern for the happiness and welfare of their child. This
is probably the reason why it is usually an only child that
becomes tied to his mother's apron strings, because she devotes
her whole life to him.
It was this selfless attitude on the part of my own mother that
bound me to her for so many years, because for as long as I can
remember she was always managed to have me with her, never leaving
me with someone else, while she went shopping, nor going to anyone
else's home, unless I accompanied her. Naturally this habit of
having me with her constantly drew us closer together than we
would have been, if she had allowed me more singular contact with
other people.
My mother, at the age of eighteen, had been left a large
inheritance by a doting aunt, that assured her a life of luxury
for the rest of her life, but it also brought her a husband, who
deserted her to pursue another woman with more financial assets,
when I was only two years old.
Ruth, my mother, lost all interest in men after that episode in
her life, though she could have had numerous suitors, for she was
a very pretty woman, but that one experience had made her
distrustful of all men, consequently she avoided them whenever
possible and at other times, used me as shield to make them keep
their distance.
Actually it was really a pitiful situation, for Ruth was really
a warm affectionate woman, that would have made any man a
wonderful wife, but instead she chose to lavish her love and
affection on me, her only child.
It was this trait of giving me all her affection that probably
accounted for her continuing to have me share her bed, even after
I had reached my teens and had a room of my own. Of course, she
always wore a nightgown to bed, but she never suggested that I
wear anything to bed and having slept naked with her since I was a
baby, it just never occurred to me to start wearing anything as I
got older.
It wasn't until I was about fifteen and found a dusty book in
our large library that contained pictures of naked men and women
doing various interesting things together, that I suddenly became
aware of my mother's feminine attributes when we climbed into bed
that night.
Of course by that age I had already experienced erections, but
always in my sleep, during what is referred to as a wet dream,
which left those tell-tale spots, not only on the sheets, but
occasionally on Ruth's nightgown. Ruth had always ignored these
marks in the past and I was too embarrassed to speak of them, so
there was never any discussion as to the cause of them.
However when we went to bed on the night following my discovery
of that pornographic novel, I began to have wild fantasies about
her and I doing the things that had been so vividly depicted in
that erotic book, while I watched her undressing, so by the time
she was ready to join me in bed, I was in possession of a
painfully hard erection.
Sleeping naked, made it totally impossible for me to conceal my
condition from her, besides never having had any secrets from each
other in the past, I saw no reason to hide my present condition
from her now.
Her reaction was unexpected however, for when she threw back
the sheet to get in the bed, her startled eyes jerked up from the
stiff staff at the bottom of my belly to meet mine and for the
first time that I could remember, she blushed.
"You poor darling," she smiled, her cheeks still flushing
brightly, "you seem to have become a man, without me realizing it,
haven't you?"
Oddly enough, in the past I had never had any trouble talking
to her about the most personal things, but her reaction to my
condition deprived me of the power of speech, so all I could do
was stare at her now, as she sat on the edge of the bed and took
the stiff penis in her warm hand, still holding my eyes with her
own.
As soon as she had restored my speech by assuring me that it
was perfectly normal for a boy my age to have an erection, she
wanted to know what had caused it, gently stroking my rigid cock
all the time we were talking, so by the time I had finished
explaining about the book I had found in the library and what it
contained, my youthful sex weapon was harder than ever.
"I guess neither one of us will get any rest until I take care
of it for you," she smiled, still flushing as bright as ever, as
she continued to hold my eyes with her own, finally releasing her
hold on my already throbbing pecker, as she climbed into bed and
pulled up her nightgown, revealing a wonderful thatch of dark hair
between her snowy thighs, when she laid on her back.
"Come on dear, get on top of me," she whispered, holding out
her arms to me, when I hesitated, not quite sure what she wanted
me to do, "the sooner you do it to me, the sooner we'll be able to
get some sleep."
She kept her eyes glued to my face all the time I was climbing
between her spread legs, lifting a knee on either side of me, as I
braced myself on my arms looking down into her flushed face, while
she reached between us and guided the hard cock into herself.
"Push it dear," she whispered, sliding her arms around my neck,
after tucking the head of my virgin penis between the slippery
lips of her pussy, "push it in me."
If I live to be a thousand, I'll never forget how it felt when
my hard prick slowly slipped into her, the quivering tissues of
her tight cunt feeling like fiery fingers as they clung to the
invading cock.
"Stay in me," she whispered rather sharply, a moment later, as
my fully buried cock suddenly exploded, tightening her hold on my
neck and wrapping her legs around me, so I was unable to move,
"then we'll make sure it doesn't get hard again during the night.
"All right sweetheart," she whispered, after her well educated
pussy had re-hardened my buried cock to her satisfaction, "now you
can give me the rest of it."
She laid there unmoving and smiling up at me, the soft slurping
sound of my cock sliding in and out of her tight well lubricated
cunt the only sound in the room, as she allowed me to use her body
to achieve another climax.
"Does it feel nice darling?" she whispered, still smiling as
she reached up and stroked my cheek, as I continued to pump my
virgin prick into her now drooling love tunnel.
"Oh God," I gasped, not pausing for a second as I thrust my
stiff aching prick into her with more and more force, as I felt
myself getting ready to come again, "you know it does!"
"Don't hold back sweetheart," she whispered a few moments
later, obviously realizing from my expression that I was nearing
my climax once more, "give it to me whenever your ready."
Her knowing eyes were locked with mine, as she smiled up at me,
while my hot sticky cream squirting into her contracting cunt,
obviously realizing the pleasure I was experiencing at the moment,
then as I fell forward on her gasping for breath, she once more
gathered me into her arms and kissed me.
"Let me up dear," she whispered, pushing me off herself, as my
deflated prick finally slipped from her drooling sheath, "so I can
take care of myself, then you can wash up."
When I returned to bed after washing away the evidence of our
incestuous affair, she laid her head on my shoulder, as I took her
in my arms, telling me she wanted me to do it to her every time I
got an erection, so I wouldn't be tempted to do it with some
strange girl and run the risk of getting some disease.
Even though she already had all my love and affection, I still
felt the deep warmth of gratitude that swept through me as I
realized for the first time the depth of her love and devotion for
me, for it was obvious now that she was willing to set aside her
own feelings to insure my welfare and happiness.
As the days went by I began to realize I had underestimated her
concern for my sexual welfare that night, for she now seemed
obsessed with the idea of helping me drain my passions every
night, before allowing me to go to sleep. Naturally, though we
never discussed it, I knew she only did it to make sure that I
would have no inclination to look elsewhere to quell my youthful
lust.
Her complete devotion to keeping me happy was very obvious, for
when she realized that I liked reading those pornographic books,
she went out of her way to find several more for me, even though
she knew that when I finished reading one of them I would have
another erection, which I would stuff into her creamy cunt to
quench my burning ardor.
However by the time I reached my sixteenth birthday, I began to
notice a gradual change in her, for when we retired for the night
she no longer insisted on our having sexual intercourse before
going to sleep, though she would willingly accommodate me, if I
happened to have an erection.
It was only a short time later, that our life style was
changed, when my mother's brother, George, was killed in an
automobile accident and being such a compassionate woman, she
immediately invited his widow, Mary, to spend a few weeks with us,
until she was over her grief.
Naturally with a full time house guest present, I was no longer
even able to read the pornographic books Ruth had found for me,
let alone take her sexually during the day. The nights weren't
much better, for I was now forced to sleep in my own room, though
the door that connected my room with her's was never locked, we
still had to be careful, when my lecherous desires drove me into
her room, that we didn't make any noise that would betray our
incestuous activities.
About a week after Mary arrived Ruth once again proved her
compassion and sensitivity for other people's feelings at the cost
of her own, when she asked Mary how she was coping with her loss,
while we were having our usual cup of tea one afternoon.
"It isn't too bad during the day," Mary replied, flushing as
her eyes met my mother's sympathetic ones, "but being a widow
yourself, I'm sure you understand how I feel at night sleeping
alone after all those years of sleeping with a man."
"Yes dear, I understand that feeling all to well," Ruth replied
with a wistful smile, "but there is a way to cure that feeling, at
least while your staying with us."
"I'm afraid I don't understand," Mary whispered rather
nervously, staring at my mother with a puzzled expression on her
rather pretty features, "Surely your not suggesting I sleep with
some strange man, are you?"
"Of course not!" Ruth gasped, quite obviously shocked at the
idea, "I wouldn't even think of such a thing!"
"I'm sorry," Mary said flushing and smiling weakly herself now,
"I should have known better, but I still don't understand what you
mean about me not having to be lonely at night."
"Oh my dear," Ruth smiled, once more the completely composed
woman I knew so well, "while it would be unthinkable to sleep with
a strange man, there is nothing wrong with having your own nephew
comfort you. In fact, under the circumstances, it's his duty to
comfort you."
"Oh my God Ruth," Mary whispered, flushing brighter as she
spoke, though clearly not as shocked as she had been a moment
earlier, "it would ruin my reputation if anyone found out I'd
slept anyone, even my own nephew."
"How would anyone ever find out?" Ruth smiled, pouring us all
another cup of tea, "Only the three of us will ever know about it
and none of us would ever mention it to anyone."
After a few nervous half hearted protestations, she finally got
up the courage to accept my mother's suggestion and have me spend
the night with her, but only after my mother had assured her
several times that neither of us would think the worse of her for
doing it.
She was sitting up in bed, smiling at me and blushing like a
school girl, when I entered her room, wearing only a nightshirt,
but she dropped her eyes and quickly slid down in the bed, when I
gazed at the top of her well filled nightgown.
She not only didn't resist, after I had blown out the candle
and climbed in bed beside her, but rolled toward me when I
gathered her into my arms, so her soft trembling body was pressed
tightly against mine, our faces only inches apart in the darkness,
so I could feel her breath on my face when she spoke a few minutes
later.
"You don't mind sleeping with me," she asked in a barely
audible whisper, squirming her soft body more tightly against my
own, "do you dear?"
"Of course not," I replied, whispering as softly as she had
done, realizing my mother's considerate nature and foresight in
making sure I was well drained sexually, before allowing me to
join her sister in law, now made it easy for me to control my
emotions, "I would do anything to make you feel better."
"You really are a sweet boy," she whispered, then without
warning she bestowed the type of kiss Ruth gave me, when she
bathed my cock with her warm juices, but before I could respond,
she tore her mouth from mine, to once more lie quietly in my arms.
"Did you really mean it dear," she asked in a quivering
whisper, a few minutes later, "when you said you would do anything
to make me feel better?"
"Of course I meant it," I replied, wondering how long I would
be able to control my already rising passions, as she continued to
press herself against me, "Isn't that what I'm here for tonight,
to make you feel better in anyway I can?"
Once more she lapsed into silence for a few seconds, though it
seemed like hours to me, as I waited for her to tell me what was
obviously on her mind now.
"Well, if it wouldn't bother you," she whispered, her voice
trembling more than it had been doing previously, "the first thing
I'd like to do, is get out of this damn nightgown before it
strangles me."
"It wouldn't bother me in the least," I laughed, already
slipping my arms from around her and pulling the offending
nightshirt over my head, as I spoke, "seeing this is the first
time I ever wore anything to bed."
"I never did either," she giggled, as I felt her throw her
nightgown past me in the dark, "until I got married and found out
your Uncle George didn't approve of my sleeping in the nude."
Suddenly it was silent, as she came back into my arms once
more, but now there was nothing between us, so her full firm
breasts were pressed against my chest and my young penis was
buried in her silken bush of pubic hair. Of course my cock
stiffened immediately, but even as it reached a painful hardness
she made no move to change her position, nor did she comment upon
the fact that my erection was resting against the already slippery
lips of her well forested cunt.
Still without a word being spoken, she once again captured my
mouth with her own, but this time she didn't pull away and a
moment or two later out tongues were darting from mouth to mouth,
as she began to moan softly in my arms and wiggle her naked body
more tightly than ever against mine.
"Oh God, darling," she gasped a short time later, tearing her
mouth from mine, pulling me on top of her as she rolled on her
back, spreading her legs as she did, so I was resting between
them, before she had finished speaking, "Do it to me now!"
Naturally I needed no further urging at this point, so I was
guiding my cock's bloated head between the lips of her cunt,
before she had a chance to lift her knees, but as she did the
thick shaft slipped into her fiery depths with one smooth thrust.
"Fuck me," she moaned, her voice getting more and more
insistent with each word, her hips jerking up to me in perfect
rhythm with her words, "Oh God darling fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
In all the time I had been intimate with Ruth neither of us had
ever used that forbidden word, but oddly enough to hear a perfect
lady like my Aunt Mary begging me to fuck her inflamed my own
passions to a white heat and I began to ram my steel like prick
into her with one vicious thrust after another, driving the breath
from her with each pounding stroke, but she didn't complain as she
thrust her rather large ass up to bury me even deeper in her tight
clinging cunt.
"Oh God darling," she whispered breathlessly, her voice coming
in little gasps as I continued hammering her drooling cunt without
mercy, "I'm going to come!"
A split second later, she wrapped her long slim legs around my
back, forcing me to stop pumping my cock into her suddenly
overflowing cunt, as she came with one copious spend after
another, until the bed beneath us was soaked through with her love
offerings.
At that point I don't know whether it was the fact that my dear
mother had taken my first token of love, to assure herself that I
would be able to satisfy my aunt, before coming myself or whether
it was the astonishment I felt as I watched Mary's expression as
she achieved her orgasms, but whatever the reason, it was it was
enough to let me regain control of my own passions.
By the time Mary has finished coming, I was once more in
complete control of my emotions and even as I resumed fucking her,
I made up my mind that I would drain her, as my mother always
drained me, until she lost all interest in sex.
Eventually I accomplished the task I had set for myself, but it
would have been hard to tell which of us was the more exhausted,
for by the time I had shot my hot load of semen deep in her
drooling cunt and rolled off her sweat covered body, neither of us
had breath enough to speak.
Oddly enough we both must have fallen asleep, before we
recovered enough to speak, for the next thing I knew the sun was
when I opened my eyes and found Mary returning from the bathroom,
already washed and dressed.
"Good morning dear," she whispered, blushing furiously as she
smiled at me, "Did you enjoy last night as much as I did?"
"How could I help but enjoy it," I replied, returning her smile
with a grin, "with a fabulous woman like you sharing it with me?"
"Oh darling, your wonderful!" she exclaimed, sitting down on
the edge of the bed, leaning over to kiss me, then sat up again,
her eyes meeting mine, her blush deepening, as she whispered in a
barely audible voice, "I've never been so sexually satisfied in my
whole life as I was last night."
"If I really satisfied you last night," I replied, feeling my
own cheeks burning at her praise of my sexual abilities, "perhaps
you would let me do it again sometime."
"Oh darling," she said softly, her eyes still holding mine as
she spoke, after bestowing another rather passionate kiss on my
lips, "you can have me anytime you want me."
"I don't suppose you would be interested in coming back to bed
for a little while right now, would you?" I grinned, her words
inflating my ego, giving me the courage to speak so brazenly.
"I'm interested darling," she laughed softly, getting to her
feet as she spoke, "but after last night, it would kill me if I
tried to take it again right now."
She leaned over and kissed me once more, before slipping out
the door to catch my mother, as we heard her passing on her way
downstairs and thirty minutes later I joined the two of them in
the kitchen.
No one would have suspected that the two lovely ladies that sat
at the kitchen table with me that morning, with their high necked
blouses and long skirts, would be capable of having a sexual
relationship with a mere sixteen year old boy, unless they were
within hearing distance and even then I doubt that they would have
believed their ears.
It was one morning I would not soon forget, for I was the main
topic of conversation between them. A conversation that so
embarrassed me that I could do nothing, but stare at my plate in
speechless silence.
"Well dear," my mother had said as soon as I entered the
kitchen, grinning widely as she looked at me with affectionate
eyes, "from what your Aunt Mary tells me you must be starved this
morning, so sit down and have a cup of coffee, while I get your
breakfast ready."
"I was just telling your mother about the fabulous time we had
together last night," Mary grinned, both of them enjoying my
increasing embarrassment, as I realized that my aunt had told my
mother all that had transpired between us the previous night.
"There is no need to be upset dear," my mother laughed, as I
stared up at her, while she was putting my food on the plate
before me, "we have no secrets from each other anymore."
"Yes dear," Mary smiled, causing me to jerk my eyes back to
her, "when I asked your mother where you had learned to make love
to a woman, she told me about how worried she had been that some
woman might take advantage of your innocence and what she had done
to prevent it."
"It's all right dear," my mother said in a more sympathetic
tone, though she was still grinning as she seated herself across
the table from me, while my face flushed even more profusely with
the realization that Mary now knew of my incestuous relationship
with my mother, "Mary understands, in fact she's even agreed to
move in with us and help me take care of you."
At least they let me finish eating before they again shocked me
with the rest of their arrangements they had made in those short
thirty minutes that had expired between the time Mary left me in
the bedroom and when I arrived in the kitchen.
Both women had agreed that they would be available to me, not
only at night, but during the day, should I find myself in need of
sexual relief. However in exchange for their consideration of
keeping me sexually content, they would expect me to be equally
considerate of their sexual needs by prolonging my climax, if at
all possible, until they were also sexually satisfied.
Naturally I had been aware that Mary had wanted some sexual
relief the previous night, but in all the time I had been involved
in my incestuous affair with my mother, she had never given any
indication that she was interested in anything but relieving me of
my youthful passions, when she allowed me access to her tight
cunt.
"Good God dear, don't look so damned shocked!" Mary laughed, as
she noticed the expression on my face, "You wouldn't even be here
if your mother hadn't liked being fucked, so stop thinking of her
as your mother and start thinking of her as a woman that loves to
fuck as much as any other, if you want to make her happy."
It was hard for me to accept her bluntly spoken suggestion, but
my mother's expression and complete lack of any type of protest
made it all too obvious that this was something else she and Mary
had already discussed in my absence, so I had no other choice than
to accept this change in my relationship with my mother.
It was at my mother's suggestion that I began calling her Ruth
instead of mother, for she thought it would be easier for both of
us, under the present circumstances, that we both did everything
we could to forget the mother/son part of our relationship.
It was late in the afternoon when we gathered in the kitchen
for a cup of tea, that I was once more shocked, when Mary casually
asked Ruth if she would mind if she exercised her prerogative of
availing herself of my sexual services.
By that time I had fully recovered from the previous night's
sexual activity, so I was more than ready to accompany her to her
bedroom for some more sexual activity, but she surprised me, after
a grinning Ruth had assured her that she had no objections, she
got to her feet, telling me to remove my pants and move the chair
away from the table.
Naturally I was puzzled about what she had in mind, but I
followed her instructions without comment, because all my life I
had done what I was told without question, but I was getting
apprehensive now, as she continued to grin at me.
"Oh my God Mary," Ruth laughed, as her sister in law began
lifting her dress and petticoats, until it was obvious she wore
nothing beneath them, "your not really going to do it right here,
are you?"
"Why not?" Mary grinned, never taking her eyes from my face as
she straddled me and the chair I was sitting on, still holding her
clothes up around her waist, "As you said this morning we have no
secrets from each other anymore, so why should we hide behind
closed doors when we fuck?"
Watching the swollen lips of her cunt, already oozing with it's
natural lubrication, as she moved over me, was more than enough to
turn my cock into a rod of hard unyielding muscle, but as she
reached down and guided it between those slippery lips, I looked
up to find her still smiling down at me.
"Relax dear," she said softly, as she slowly sank down on my
lap, forcing my cock into her hot cunt, until it was completely
buried within her, "this time I'm going to fuck you."
She said no more, but even before she had finished speaking she
was lifting and lowering herself on the already well lubricated
prick within her slippery cunt.
Actually no one could see a thing once she had dropped her
petticoats and dress around herself again, only the expression on
her face and the way she was bouncing up and down would have given
any indication she was getting fucked, but from the look on Ruth's
face it was obvious that she didn't have to actually see my cock
sliding in and out of Mary's tight juicy cunt to picture it in her
mind, for she had that same glazed look in her eyes as Mary had
when she suddenly spent over my buried sex weapon.
Oddly enough, though it was very enjoyable having the woman
fucking me, I wasn't able to work myself up to a climax, even
after Mary had fucked herself into a state of exhaustion and
carefully lifted her dripping cunt from the still stiff shaft.
"Come on Ruth," she gasped, as she stood up and smoothed down
her dress, "finish him off for me."
Ruth never said a word, moving as though in a trance, until she
was astride me, then she gave a deep sigh, as she sank down in my
lap, burying my hard aching cock in her drooling cunt.
"You can really get him in deep that way, can't you dear?" Mary
whispered, sitting on the chair next to us, as Ruth began bouncing
faster as she neared her climax.
"Oh God yes," she moaned happily, "it feels like it's up in my
throat."
Happily for me, I finally achieved my goal and came in her,
just as she finished spending for the fourth and last time, but
both women were obviously more exhausted than I doing it this way
and I filed that fact in the back of my mind, because I now
realized that both of them were going expect me to be able to
satisfy them every time I stuck my prick in their cunts.
After that bizarre afternoon in the kitchen, we developed a
unique relationship between us for there was no embarrassment or
jealousy on the part of the two women, so it wasn't unusual for
one of the ladies to sit in a chair reading or knitting, while I
fucked the other on the sofa. Another change that took place was
that we now all shared the same bed at night, with me sleeping in
the middle, so I could turn either way and find an accommodating
cunt to care for any erection that might plague me during the
night.
Of course whenever we went out, I was always the doting son and
nephew, so much so that people used to remark to my aunt and
mother how fortunate they were to have such a polite and
considerate young man to care for them. However, if they had
known just how well I was caring for them, they would probably
dropped dead in their tracks.
Naturally there were other times, when my tutors or the
servants were in the house or we had guests, that I had to act the
part of the doting adolescent, but whenever we were alone in the
house our relationship was similar to that of a bigamous husband
with two wives.
One would have thought such an arrangement would have been
satisfactory to all of us and it was for about two years, then the
burning ardor of the two women began to cool, not that they still
didn't enjoy a good fuck, but they no longer needed or wanted to
do it as often as they had in the early days of our intimate
relationship, consequently, with my own sexual needs still on the
increase, though they still never refused me, there were times
when they were obviously not wild about the idea of my fucking
them.
Of course I never said anything to either of them, but they
obviously realized they weren't keeping me as sexually satisfied
as they had done at the beginning of our unique relationship, for
Ruth, once more revealed her deep devotion for my happiness and
welfare, by announcing that she and Mary had decided to add
another woman to our household, because they both realized they
could no longer keep me sexually content without some help from
another woman.
Naturally I thought they intended to bring in a prostitute to
substitute for them and in rather harsh terms, I made my negative
feelings on the idea crystal clear, but all it did was to provoke
peals of laughter from the two of them.
"Good God dear," Ruth laughed, when she finally managed to
contain her mirth long enough to speak, "do you actually think we
would bring a common whore into our home, after all we've done to
prevent you seeking one out for your sexual needs?"
It took some time, for them to explain that they had various
widowed and single lady friends who would undoubtedly welcome the
sexual attentions of a young man, if they could be sure their
reputations would remain untarnished.
Actually I never thought any of their cold prim and proper lady
friends would ever agree to any such thing, for they all seemed
totally unattainable to me, but nevertheless I went along with
their bizarre idea, more for the fun of discussing the various
women's possibilities than anything else.
The next few hours were spent considering their more intimate
friends as possible candidates for what they had in mind, but we
discarded, for various reasons, all but three of them.
The first one they invited to the house to evaluate was Clara
Ramsey, a woman about their own age, as were the other two, who
had been a widow for over five years, but despite the fact that
she no longer had to worry about pleasing a man, she still
obviously took good care of herself, for she had retained her
stunning figure right into middle age.
Though I was very favorably inclined toward Clara, Mary and my
mother however thought she would be far too reserved to be
comfortable in our type of arrangement, so we merely spent a
pleasant afternoon with her, while we all sipped our tea.
The second one to visit us for tea was Norma Judson, a spinster
with pleasant enough features, though she was almost painfully
thin, but it wasn't her physical appearance that caused her
rejection, but her love of gossip and the repeating of it to
everyone she met, that eliminated her from further consideration.
However with our last candidate, we got lucky, for Marion
Hillman, was an attractive widow, with a fine figure and a
wonderful sense of humor. In the privacy of our home she proved
to be a warm friendly type of woman, who was not only not easily
shocked, but so risque in her lighthearted conversation, that she
brought a flush the to the cheeks of my mother and aunt on several
occasions.
Mary finally managed to turn the conversation to the days when
they were married and naturally it was simple then for her to
bring up the sexual aspects of their marriages. Of course once
she had them on the subject of sex, it was even easier to bring up
the sexual frustrations of being a widow and how they were coping
with them.
"Who can cope with those things?" Marion laughed a little
bitterly, "All you can do is put it out of your mind and hope
someone will break into the house some night and rape you."
"Oh God," Ruth laughed, blushing at the other woman's
outrageous statement, "what a thing to say!"
"I'll go even further," our guest grinned, obviously enjoying
my mother's embarrassment, "if an man was silly enough to break
into my house, his wife would end up frustrated for a year."
"If you really feel that way," Mary grinned, but I noticed her
eyes on the other woman and knew her question wasn't as casual as
it sounded, "how come you haven't you made some sort of discreet
arrangement with a man?"
"Would you trust your reputation to some man," Marion asked
with a bitter little laugh, "that might betray you anytime he
tired of you?"
"What you should do," Mary grinned, in a jocular tone, "is get
a young boy that would worship you for allowing him the privilege
relieving your frustrations."
"That would be a fine idea," Marion grinned, obviously
believing that Mary was only teasing her now, not knowing that
even as she was speaking to her, Mary probably had my semen
leaking down her snowy thighs, for I had fucked her only a half an
hour before our guest arrived, "except he would probably run home
and tell his mother what that nice Mrs.Hillman let him do to her."
"How old would the boy have to be for you to consider him as a,
shall we say, frustration reliever," Mary laughed, "if you were
sure he wouldn't tell anyone, not even his mother?"
"Have you ever heard what men say about young girls being old
enough to be butchered and soon as they're old enough to bleed,"
Marion laughed, once more bringing a flush to my mother's cheeks,
"well I always say if a boy is big enough to raise a flagpole,
he's old enough to have a woman climb it."
It was then that I was sent to the cellar to bring up a bottle
of our old brandy, so I have no idea what was said while I was out
of the room, but when I returned, I found our guest looking rather
nervous and the color in her cheeks rising as she smiled at me,
when our eyes met briefly, when I put the brandy bottle on the
table before her.
When the ladies had consumed about half the bottle of potent
brandy and reached the giggling stage, they wisely decided to rest
awhile before dinner. It was then my mother suggested that I
assist the intoxicated Marion to the guest room, as she and Mary
made their unsteady way to the stairs.
Marion clung to my arm as I led her to the small bedroom at the
far end of the hall, which allowed me to feel the softness of her
well proportioned breast against my arm, so it wasn't too
surprising considering the previous conversation, that I would
find myself with a rather rigid erection by the time I had seated
her on the bed.
"Your not going to leave me all alone, are you?" she giggled,
as I turned to leave, falling back across the bed and grinning up
at me.
"I'm afraid I have to because if I were to stay with a woman as
attractive as you, I would most assuredly do something that would,
to put it mildly, shock you," I replied, returning her grin with
one of my own, "so it's better I leave now and save us both a lot
of embarrassment later."
"Stay then," she whispered, her eyes drilling into mine, the
grin fading into a smile, as she stretched her arms up to me in an
open invitation to join her on the big bed, "and shock me, it
might be just what I need right now."
With my cock pressing painfully against the restraining
material of my pants, I needed no more persuasion, so after
closing the door I lowered myself between her out stretched arms
and a moment later we were exchanging passion filled kisses.
"Wait darling," she whispered breathlessly a few moments later,
when I began fumbling beneath her many petticoats in search of her
feminine treasure, "let me get my things off, before we get them
all wrinkled up."
It took her only a moment to discard her dress, but I had
dropped my pants even quicker, so as she once more laid back, I
was ready to push up her petticoats and once again lower myself on
top of her soft body, but this time between her stocking clad
legs. As I always did in the past when I fucked a dressed woman, I
gave silent thanks to the designer of those crotch less pants the
women wore beneath their long dresses, for they left her juicy sex
organ very accessible to a hard prick, like to one I now slipped
into her hot cunt.
Neither of us spoke as I fucked her with long hard thrusts of
my rigid sex member, the only sound in the room being that of our
labored breathing, the rustle of her petticoats and the erotic
slurping sound her well lubricated cunt made each time I pulled or
pushed my prick in it.
Thanks to the fact that I had fucked my aunt earlier, I was
able to fuck Marion until she was exhausted and gasping for
breath, but she still kept her silence, even when I finally shot
my hot sticky love offering deep in her now drooling pussy.
"Well," I grinned, bracing myself on my arms and looking down
at her, "did I shock you enough?"
"Yes indeed," she giggled, blushing furiously now as our eyes
met for the first time since we had begun our little sexual
interlude, her giggle transmitting a delightful sensation to the
still fully buried prick within her, "I was shocked that you could
fuck so long without coming, but would it shock you to know I'll
be moving in with the three of you?"
It was while my cock was slowly softening within her that she
told me how my mother had suggested she take me for a lover, but
she had been skeptical about my ability to sexually satisfy a
woman, so she had agreed to let me have her and then decide
whether she would like to make it a permanent arrangement by
moving in with us.
Marion had accepted the fact that I was fucking Mary, for
though she was my aunt, she was no blood relative, but she was
surprised that my mother and I were also engaged in an incestuous
affair, but when she found out that Ruth couldn't bear children
anymore, it seemed to make it acceptable to her and nothing was
ever said about it after that one time.
Marion was obviously been ill at ease and embarrassed the first
time I fucked Mary in front of her, but she soon became used to it
and within a month she was getting fucked herself, with both women
watching her, without a trace of embarrassment.
All this took place several years ago, but I'm still enjoying
the sexual favors of all three women, in that same informal and
relaxed atmosphere that I had enjoyed with Mary and Ruth, before
the arrival of Marion.
Now this has been only isolated one case of how a boy became a
mama's boy, but as I said at the beginning of my tale, there are
many other ways a boy becomes attached to his mother's apron
strings, though in my case, she had earned my devotion, because of
her deep concern for my welfare and her constant striving to keep
me happy and sexually content, which she did, with the help of the
other two ladies, who also share my love and affection.
In closing, let me stress one point, no boy becomes a mama's
boy unless there is a damn good reason for it. He is either too
weak willed to stand up to a domineering mother or he knows he
will never have it so good and so often anywhere else.
THE END