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Mom and Her Drawers. (M/F, Incest)
by J
Date: 22 June 1999
Part I
It was kind of a dull rainy Saturday and Mom announced that she would
be going out to do some shopping for the afternoon. She asked if I would
like to accompany her but up to that point I found her shopping quite
boring - and besides, I had other things in mind.
But first some background. I was then about 10 years old and by some crazy
fluke had recently discovered a unexplainable fascination with my mother's
lingerie and of all things - her shoes. Mom was in her late 20s and
although not beautiful, was a very pretty brunette with a nice
figure and a kindly manner.
And she was smart too. I often got the sense that she knew more about
things than she was letting on with me. I can't remember where my dad was
that day. Perhaps he was working. He always seemed to be working
odd shifts at a steel mill in our city. Anyway, my Mom kissed me goodbye
and said she'd be back around supper time and told me not to get into any
trouble.
She was always telling me this. I watched her get in the car and
waved to her as she drove away. I was already smiling as I thought about
the afternoon ahead.
I walked into her bedroom and felt that same strange sense of mystery
come over me. It was as if this was a special place, because of some
unexplained mystery that resided here. I don't know but I always felt a
tingle when I went into her bedroom. Her soft ever-present floral perfume
was in the air, mixed with a faint powdery fragrance. The combination of
those two smells came to be 'my Mom' for me.
I gingerly approached her dresser, trying unconsciously not to make any
noise, even though there was no need for silence this afternoon. I knew
from previous visits that top right drawer was for her panties, the left one
for her brassieres and stockings and the deep wide middle one held her
slips, girdles and pajamas. I opened the panty drawer and looked for a
moment, feeling such a sense of wonder and excitement.
Her panties were a mixture of white and pastels and all were silky, cold
and slippery to touch. I had always been partial to white and today was no
different.
I delicately lifted the top pair from the neatly-folded pile, opened
them up held them there before me. My face felt flushed and hot and there
was a stirring in my middle. This was where my hesitation usually spoke up.
I knew that for some unknown reason, what I was doing or was about to do,
was probably wrong. I knew I had no business in her room. Mom would
certainly be mad at me if she caught me in here going through her drawers.
But she did say she was going to be away for the whole afternoon.
And what could be so wrong about looking through your Mom's dresser drawers
for a while? A quiet voice from deep inside me - one that I don't think I
even heard, was leading my actions.
"I'll do it," I whispered to myself.
I laid the panties down, unbuckled my cowboy-style belt and climbed out
of my trousers. I tossed them carelessly on the foot of Mom's bed and then
stepped out of my undershorts. It felt strange to be this naked and it was
almost as if I could feel the air moving around the room on my exposed skin.
The socks and tee-shirt were the next to go and they joined the pile on the
bed. No time for neatness.
I took Mom's panties and brought them to my face. It felt so nice to
hold them against my cheek and to inhale her scent and feel the cool touch
of her panties. It felt like my heart was beating in my throat by this time
and my middle seemed like a furnace. I almost felt dizzy. I sought the
label, trying to figure out front from back, found it and slipped
one leg, then the other through. I slowly pulled the panties all the way
up until they cupped me and covered my middle.
'Oh Mom,' I thought, 'they feel so good.'
I felt jealous for a moment standing there, thinking that women could
routinely wear such beautiful things as these. It didn't seem fair. The
feel of the fabric brushing against me was so exciting and pleasureful. But
I had a feeling that there was something more at work here than just feel.
I opened the left drawer and fumbled through her nylon stockings. I
settled upon a newish-looking pair that had the word 'taupe' faintly
stencilled across the bottom. I had seen Mom put on her stockings many
times before and knew what I should do but I was so unpractised and
nervous that I found myself almost struggling with them.
It took some squirming and some twisting but I finally managed
to get them on.
I was so intent upon the struggle of putting them on that I was only now
gathering in the sensations of these stockings on my legs and feet.
The pleasure of the delicate sense of containment and the coolness was
hard to figure. And although I was puzzled at all of this, I knew with out
any doubt that I liked it a lot. A whole lot. I looked at myself in the
dresser mirror and strangely, it wasn't me who was looking back. It was
almost like this was someone else in the glass. I wanted more of the
sensation of these clothes so I walked a little bit within the limited space
of the bedroom. It was then that I remembered the closet - and her shoes.
I opened the closet door and lingered there for a moment deliberately
inhaling the smell of her, I suppose given off from the high heels and the
clothes that were hanging there. I remember puzzling there for a moment
over the word 'pumps'. I didn't understand this word but Mom seemed to use
it interchangeably with 'high heels'. Anyway, I put this uncertainty aside
and once again took in the fragrance of my her closet - more of her.
This was so exciting but I was thinking that there is something missing.
Something more.
What is it? My gaze eventually fell upon a particular pair of her high
heels sitting on the hardwood floor beneath the umbrella of her dresses.
The navy blue shoes had several thin leather straps across the top -
almost like a sandal and a small tapered opening where the toes would be.
The heel was open but there was a strap that went around the back of the
heel and then around the ankle. It had a dainty buckle. I bent over and
picked them up - handling them as if they were in some way holy.
I backed up a couple of steps and sat on the edge of her bed. Lifting
my leg up, I slipped my foot into her right shoe. It fit so snug and
perfect.
I struggled with the tiny buckle behind my heel and after tightening it
was finally able to fasten it. It was a tiny replica of my own belt buckle
but I was unaccustomed to the dainty size and the awkwardness of it being on
the side of my ankle. With much the same difficulty I finally managed to
get the left one fastened as well.
Afterwards I sat there looking at myself, taking into view the
stockings, the high heels, the panties and feeling the powerful flood of new
sensations. I sat there for more than a few moments trying to figure all of
this out. No answers came. Finally I put my hands behind me, pushed
against the bed and managed to get myself to a standing position.
I closed the closet door and looked at myself in the full length mirror.
I saw nothing above the waist of the person in the glass.
I ventured a few unsteady steps and liked it immediately in the high heels.
I felt like a different person.
Reaching the dresser, I tucked my thumbs into the waistband and pulled
the panties up more snugly on me. I felt faint. I felt alive. I felt very
excited. My nyloned thighs rubbed when I moved. The panties rustled
against me. And the shoes held my feet captive to their magic.
Time seemed to stop for me. I felt so disconnected that I almost didn't
hear the car.
Suddenly reality snapped back. I dashed clumsily to the livingroom,
opened the sheer curtain and to my horror saw mom's car slowly coming to a
stop in the driveway. Dropping the curtain I ran back into her bedroom. My
head was spinning. I felt panic in my throat and my heart felt like it
would explode. What would I do? Escape was out of the question. For want
of some better plan, I slipped into the closet and closed the door. All the
sounds were muffled in the darkness there and the perfume of her
personal odours was heavy. Heady. I was amazed that I could be
thinking these thoughts just seconds away from being caught by my mother.
I heard the front door open and she called out.
"Hi Honey. I was caught in a downpour and got soaked. I have to
change and pick up the umbrella."
I heard her kick off her shoes and followed the sounds of her
footsteps.
"Jimmie. Where are you Honey?"
How could I answer her? Maybe if I kept silent she would think I went
out to play. I knew she was looking for me through the house. She was just
outside the bedroom when she called out my name again. By this time, the
full sense of my disaster was upon me and I was afraid and ashamed. Tears
waled up in my eyes and I began to quietly cry to myself. I heard her hand
on the closet door, imagined the door handle turning and suddenly there she
was, standing in the blinding light gazing into her closet. I think it must
have taken a few seconds for the scene to register on her.
Her eyes finally fell on me, partially hidden in the wall of her
dresses and what seemed like minutes went by before she put her
hand to mouth.
"Oh Jimmie! I was worried..."
Through the tears I saw the frown slowly build on her face and she bent
slightly towards me.
"Honey, what are you doing in mommy's closet? And dressed in her
clothes?"
I turned my face away in shame and let the tears flow. I felt so
vulnerable and humiliated as I stood there before her. But strangely, deep
down within my feelings, I sensed a certain pleasure in all of this. This
really confused me.
She reached out her hand, took mine and gently led me from the closet.
"Come on Honey. Mommy'll give you a kleenex."
She sat me down at the foot of the bed beside my clothes. It was only
then that I noticed how wet she was. Her hair was hanging in limp curls and
her blouse was transparent from the rain. She was drenched.
"I have to get this wet blouse off before I get a cold." she muttered
almost to herself.
She turned and faced the dresser mirror, unbuttoned her white top and
slipped out of it. Tossing it to the side, she grabbed a couple of kleenex
and turned to me. She bent over to me and gently dabbed the still flowing
tears from my eyes.
Feeling somewhat more assured, I timidly lifted my eyes up towards her
face but my glance was halted by the sight of her white brassiere and her
breasts. I could not hide my interest in this part of her. I knew that it
was wrong and that I was already in trouble enough but I just could not tear
my eyes from the sight of her breasts. This was one of those brassieres
that look like a bathing suit - no shoulder straps and low cut.
I remember whispering to myself.
'Holy jeez Mom...'
I guess she heard me because she smiled slightly.
"Is there something wrong with Mommy's breasts Jimmie?"
She held her position there like that, bent over in front of me, still
occasionally dabbing my eyes. I mean, they looked so....so nice, suspended
there before me.
She stood up and turned to the mirror again.
"You know Honey, I will have to punish you for this. You went into
Mommy's things without permission. But that can wait. This bra is soaked
and I'm freezing."
She reached around behind her and fumbled with the bra fastener. I
knew I was still in big trouble but I couldn't help being fascinated by her
actions. She backed closer to me.
"Jimmie, Mommy's having trouble with this wet bra. Can you unhook the
strap for me?"
Almost trance-like, I reached up undid the hook without any difficulty.
I released right strap but for some reason hung on to the left one. The
brassiere fell away from her breasts and I was left holding it as it dangled
by a single strap from my outstretched hand. She turned to face me and as
she bent over and kissed me on the forehead, she smiled.
"Thank you Honey."
Oh God. There they were again, this time hanging there totally
uncovered. Oh they looked so full and round and inviting. She held that
pose there, bent over like that, gently smiling. I was hypnotized by her
breasts.
"I guess you've never seen Mommy's breasts before have you Honey?"
I slowly shook my head from side to side while still holding her
breasts in my gaze. I suddenly felt hot all over. My heart was beating
like a jack-hammer and my face felt flushed.
Too much was happening too fast.
"You know Honey, when you were a tiny baby, Mommy used to feed you her
milk through her breasts."
And slowly taking the reddish-brown part of the tip of her breast in
her fingers, she looked at me again.
"You used to suck right here and Mommy's milk would flow into your tiny
hungry mouth. I liked that feeling Honey. Feeding you I mean. You were
always hungry and you sucked me so greedily."
At this she edged closer to me until her left breast was almost up
against my face but still not touching me. I could smell her now. And I
could smell her breasts. It was a new smell to me.
Almost metallic but soft.
"Jimmie, are you sorry that you went into Mommy's things without her
permission?"
I nodded.
"Then here, kiss Mommy's nipple to show her how sorry you are."
And at this she leaned even closer offering her breast to me. The word
'nipple' was new to me but I figured it out okay. Boy I felt embarrassed.
I mean heck, I was 10 years old and look what she was asking me to do.
Anyway, I leaned forward and put my closed lips against her breast and made
the kiss sound, then backed my head away.
"No Jimmie. That wasn't a kiss. Mommy wants you to open your lips,
wet them and then kiss her there. Now do that Honey or Mommy's
gonna get mad.
You are still going to be punished and if you don't do as I say now, the
punishment will be worse for you."
I wondered how you could kiss with your lips open. Everybody knows
it's hard to make the kiss sound with your lips open. Jeez. Anyway, I
opened my lips, licked them with what little moisture was left in my mouth
and laid them against her breast.
"Now stay there Hon. Open your lips more and suck gently on Mommy's
tiddy. That's how Mommy wants you to kiss her nipple."
'Okay Mom.' I silently said inside my head.
I opened my mouth wider - like I do when I suck those big ten-cent
lollipops - and I sucked on her breast. I felt childish doing this but for
some reason I liked this closeness with Mom. I sucked eagerly and even took
more of her breast into my mouth as I worked her tiddy in and out of my
mouth. She must have like this, because she moaned out loud.
"Ohhhh Jimmie..."
She reached around and cupped the back of my head and brought me closer
to her chest. I wasn't sure what was happening here but it was pretty clear
that she liked it and I was beginning to like it too.
"Oh Sweetie that feels so good. Now be a good boy and do my other
tiddy for me."
She moved slightly sideways and I turned my head to her right breast -
or tiddy. I liked that word. It sounded nice to me. I began to suck on
that one even more than the other and she was beginning to breathe more
quickly and moan under her breath. She reached down and took my right hand
in hers and making a cup of my hand with hers, place it against her left
tiddy. It was so soft but firm and hot. It was nice to touch.
"Squeeze Mommy's tiddy Honey. Squeeze it hard for Mommy. Don't worry.
You won't hurt me."
This brought even heavier and faster breathing and she pulled me harder
into her chest - so hard that it was almost hard to breathe. But I
continued to suck and squeeze her until my mouth and hand were getting sore.
Sensing this, she patted me gently on the head and moved away. I released
her from my mouth but still held her cupped in my right hand.
"That was wonderful Honey. You made Mommy feel very nice. What did
you think of that?"
My head was swimming. I stood up and only then remembered that I was
still wearing Mom's high heels, stockings and her white panties. She backed
away from me.
"Now let me have a look at you Jimmie. You know Honey, you'd make a
sweet little girl."
At this she extended her right hand and laid her pointed index finger
on my nose. She held it there and shook her head from side to side.
"You know baby, you were naughty."
Then she began to trace a line with her finger, down from my nose to my
chin, my throat and then she stopped at my chest. She flicked my reddish
brown spots, my nipples I guess, with her red-painted fingernail. It sort
of tickled. I wiggled slightly. Then she began tracing this imaginary line
again, moving steadily downwards across my stomach.
Part II
Her finger stopped just above the elastic of the panties. She hooked
her finger into the waistband, pulled it slightly and lifted her eyes to
mine. She must have seen the discomfort and uncertainty in my face but I
really think she was enjoying this.
"Hmmm Jimmie. What have we here?"
I looked down and for the first time noticed the hardness of my penis.
Mom let the elastic go with a snap and it caused me to almost leap into the
air in surprise. She bent slightly, cupped my testicles in her palm and
began to rub me there.
"Do you like what Mommy is doing Jimmie? Does it feel nice?"
It was really making me excited. Everything in me seemed to be
throbbing and this soft beautiful feeling was washing over me, almost in
waves that seemed to start in my middle and move out from there. I looked
down and watched Mom rub me there, almost detached as if she were doing this
to someone else. I saw that my thing had grown much bigger and was pressing
against the inside of Mom's panties, almost making a tent. The pleasure
from her rubbing was changing, getting more intense. I didn't know how much
more of this I could take.
Suddenly she stopped and withdrew her hand from my penis. I sighed.
It was almost pain to have the touches stop. In a blur she turned and sat
herself down on the edge of the bed. The next thing I knew I was lying
across her knees on my stomach.
"I told you there was punishment coming Jimmie."
With that she began to slap me very hard across the silken panel that
hugged my bottom. It stung more than anything I can remember. Again and
again. Each time she hit me my whole body convulsed and I was flooded with
this hot stinging pain on my bum. Strangely she was also moving her legs in
some way that caused them to rub against the front of me. Suddenly the
whole world clouded over and some kind of wonderful feeling carried me away.
The feeling came from my penis I think and it was intensely beautiful. My
panting from her spanking now mixed with this other thing and I was for a
few seconds conscious of the pain from her slaps and of the pleasure
feeling.
The centre of me seemed to contract intensely, again and again.
I tingled all over. There was a ringing in my ears and my legs and hips
felt strangely almost electrified. And then it started to weaken in
intensity and soon disappeared. I noticed that the spanking had also
stopped. I lay there limp across my Mom's knees, still panting and
sweating, my heart beating fiercely.
"Up you get Son. Come on. Stand up."
It was hard to get up from this position but I was finally able to
raise myself, with her help. I faltered as I stood, remembering the high
heels.
"Now turn to me Son. Do you know why I spanked you?"
"Because I went into your drawers Mom."
"Not quite Honey. More correctly, because you went into my drawers
without asking my permission. I think it's cute that you care so much for
Mommy that you want to touch and wear her things but you must have my
permission before you do this again. Is that clear?"
"Yes Mom."
She moved me back away from her with a gentle push. My crotch felt
cold and wet. I think I frowned and then looked down at my middle.
"My, my Jimmie, look at the mess you have made in Mommy's panties."
I thought to myself that I am really in for it now. She gently
tugged the panties down over my hips and helped me step out of them. I
looked at my penis, wondering about all of this. It was still kind of
swollen but not nearly as big as before. And it had this white slippery
stuff all over it.
Mom took my penis in between her fingers and pulled me
towards where she was sitting.
"Do you know what has just happened here Hon?"
I shook my head from side to side.
"Tonight we will talk some more about this. Maybe at bedtime. In the
meanwhile, put these on or you'll get a cold."
With that she released me, then handed me a clean pair of her panties
from the still open drawer. I took them, by now totally confused but not
arguing. She reached into her other drawer and took out one of her long
slips, one with shoulder straps.
"Put this on too."
I must have looked afraid because she then smiled at me. It was such a
picture, Mom sitting there on the bed, with nothing on over her and her
beautiful tiddies hanging out. Me standing there in her high heels,
stockings and panties, now being offered her slip. Holy smokes. This was
weird. But it was also great.
"For now Son, you have my permission to dress up. Now leave me for a
moment while I get some things on myself. I'm freezing."
She leaned over and gave me a soft moist kiss right square on my lips.
Wow. She never kissed me like that before.
Part III
After a few minutes Mom came out of the bedroom wearing some different
clothes. I was easy to find because of the clicking of her high heels on
the floor. Walking around the house had taken on a whole new perspective
for me and I was happier than ever before. She came round the corner in the
kitchen, saw me there and stopped. She smiled and shook her head slightly
from side to side.
"My my. You do look cute."
She walked over and untwisted the shoulder straps of the slip.
She said she was going out again to finish her errands and that she
would be back in time to make supper. She bent and kissed me and without
warning put her arms around me and pulled me close to her in a tight hug. I
liked being held by her like this. It was a different kind of hug than
I was used to and I was especially conscious of the press of her tiddies
against me. Then she let me go and with her finger placed a kiss on the tip
of my nose.
"See ya later Hon."
I remember the feeling of affection, admiration and attraction I felt
as I watched her walk to the front door. Boy, what a great Mom.
When she returned from her shopping, she found me asleep on her bed,
still dressed in her things. She woke me with a kiss on the forehead.
"Hi sleepy."
It seemed hard to shake of the drowsiness and as I took account of my
circumstances, I suddenly realized that I was still dressed up, even still
wearing Mom's high heels. Then the whole afternoon came back but at that
point it all seemed a little too dream-like to be real. In the meanwhile,
Mom brought back a steaming washcloth and wiped my face. I was more awake
and finally decided this wasn't a dream It was real. Mom told me to get
changed back into my jeans and things and to leave her stuff on the bed when
I was finished changing. She left me alone for a few moments in her
bedroom. I didn't want to put her things away but I had the feeling there
would be more chances to enjoy Mom's clothes in the future.
Supper was uneventful and even though I was still a bit aglow from the
afternoon adventure, I didn't say any more about it. Neither did Mom. She
was just like always. After the dishes, we watched some TV together and
about 9:30 I got up from the sofa to go and have my bath. Mom put her hand
on my knee, patted me there and told me she would run my bath for me and
call me when it was ready. This was not part of the routine but since
nothing that day had been routine I just sat there and waited.
Minutes later she called me and I grabbed my PJs and went into the
bathroom. The room was warm and steamy and smelled really nice.
"I thought you might like a special treat tonight, so I ran your bath
with a bit of my special bath lotion. Enjoy."
With that she was gone. I shed my clothes and stuck my toe into the
bubbles that were so thick and foamy. The water was hot and it took a few
minutes to finally get into it but once I did it felt great. The hot water
and maybe the stuff Mom put into the bath made me feel so relaxed that I
became drowsy. I think I even dozed for a few minutes.
Mom's knock on the door jarred me back to my senses and she asked if
she could come in. She opened the door and came in already dressed for bed
and smiling.
"Hi lazy-bones. Looks like you enjoyed the special bath. I brought
you a surprise. Your Dad just phoned and said he has to work a
double-shift, so he won't be home tonight. I thought you might like to
snuggle up in Mom's bed tonight. What do you say?"
"Gee, sure Mom."
"Good and to make it a real special visit, here's a pair of my favorite
baby-doll pajamas for you to wear if you want."
She bent down and gathered up my PJs and walked out, humming to
herself. I almost felt like pinching myself to see if this was all real. I
stood up and couldn't help laughing at the colour of my skin. I
looked as red as a cooked lobster. I guess I wasn't used to spending
so much time in the tub.
The baby-dolls that Mom left me were a pale blue colour and were so
silky and slippery that they slid off the vanity onto the floor. I picked
them up and looked more closely at them. The top was a really loose kind of
shirt with many small pleats al the way around - almost like the tops
pregnant women wear. It had short sleeves and a round neck and was trimmed
in the front with a bit of lace. The bottoms were like old fashioned
bloomers - really loose with an elastic waistband and even elastic in the
bottom of each leg. They almost would reach my knees.
I slipped the top on over my head. The silky coolness felt welcome to
my hot skin and it gave me goose bumps. It felt so nice. Not like my PJs
at all. And the bottoms felt even better. Especially the way the top hung
over the waist and the two layers rubbed and felt so smooth. I was
beginning to feel that glow that I had in Mom's bedroom in the afternoon. I
was getting excited.
Mom was waiting for me in the kitchen. She made a big fuss over the
way I looked and we had a cup of hot chocolate together. Mom said that we
would jump into bed shortly after cleaning up the kitchen and brushing our
teeth. I wondered what it would be like to sleep with Mom. I don't think I
felt much like sleeping.
Part IV
Mom had the covers all pulled down neatly so the bed looked so
inviting. The small lamp on the bedside table made the room look very cozy
and warm. I crawled into bed on the side away from the door - that way the
night monsters would get Mom first. We laughed together at this joke. Then
Mom slipped in between the covers. She was also wearing baby-doll PJs but
hers were more frilly and the material was thinner. I knew this because you
could almost see through it. She turned to me and smiled.
"Well Hon, are you ready for lights out?"
And then she reached over and switched off the lamp. We lay there for
some minutes without speaking and there was almost an awkwardness about it.
Like I was supposed to say something.
"Brrrr. It's chilly. Aren't you cold Jimmie?"
I told her I was okay - well, maybe just a bit chilly.
"Move over closer to Mommy and we'll warm each other."
She rolled on her right side to face me and slipped in closer to me so
that we were almost pressed together. Her one arm was under her pillow and
she laid the other across my chest. She shivered again and moved even
closer, this time laying her left leg on top of mine so that I was almost in
a scissors made by her legs.
"How's this? Warmer now?" she asked.
Oh I was definitely getting warmer alright.
"Jimmie? You remember what you did to Mommy today that was so nice?
Remember when you kissed her tiddies? Well, I have an idea. Let's play a
pretend game. Let's pretend that you are the baby and Mommy is going to
feed you just like when you were small. It would be nice for Mommy and I
think you might like it too. What do you say Hon?"
"Sure Mom," I said, probably sounding a bit too eager.
She rolled on to her back and told me to move her pajamas top up in the
front. Leaning up on one elbow, I extended my hand across her chest
reaching for the edge of her top. I couldn't see where I was reaching
and accidentally brushed against her tiddy under the covers. She gave
a shudder through her whole body and exhaled sharply.
"Oh Jimmie, do that again. Rub Mommy's nipples there again."
I moved my hand back to the same spot and started to rub her gently
through the material. Her nipples felt pointed underneath the PJ top. And
very warm. I tried to be gentle with my touches, using only my fingertips.
It was very nice for me. I liked the touch of Mom through this silky
material. And it made me feel important to be able to please her with my
rubbing.
"Oh baby. Mommy really likes this. You do this so well Jimmie
darling. Do my other one now Honey."
Mom seemed to be really breathing kind of hard by now and she was
squirming, moving her legs a lot - first bending her knees and then
straightening them and opening and closing them. I almost thought for a
moment that something was wrong.
"You alright Mom? I mean...."
"Mommy's just fine Jimmie. It's just that you are giving me so much
pleasure. I want you to suck Mommy's tiddies now. Can you do that for me?"
"Uh huh Mom. Sure Mom..."
And with no hesitation I lifted the covers from her and pulled them
back, then moved the bottom of her PJ top up near her neck. In the dim
light that came from outside I could seem Mom's tiddies. They almost looked
like those melons she gives us in the summertime. I love those melons.
"Go ahead Honey. Suck Mommy now."
I leaned over and took her nipple into my open mouth. This time no
instructions were needed. I began to suck on her just like I thought a baby
would - alternately sucking and releasing. I wanted to get more of her
tiddy into my mouth and so I opened wider and sucked harder.
"Oh God Jimmie. That's heavenly. Please don't stop. Ohhh..."
By now Mom was really breathing hard and she was squirming all over.
She was moving her head from side to side and moaning.
"Mom are you sure I'm not hurting you?"
"I'm sure Honey. You're not hurting Mommy at all."
Then she did something very strange. She took my right hand in hers
and gently moved it down between her legs. Then she started rubbing herself
there with my hand. I was all set to ask her what she was doing when she
spoke again.
"Honey, do this to Mommy just like I am doing it with your hand. Rub
Mommy here while you suck her tiddy."
"Okay Mom."
And so I opened my hand and started to rub her there between her legs
in an up-and-down movement of my hand. She was very hairy and wet there. I
wondered what this was. And I could feel the heat of her skin through
the cloth. She took my hand again and moved it down into the crack between
her legs. At the same time she opened her legs wider and slipped my hand
deeper into the wet crack.
"Oh God. Oh Jesus Jimmie. That feels so good. Suck Mommy hard. Rub
me baby. Push you hand into Mommy there. That's it. Harder. Now move it
in and out. Oh Christ that's wonderful. Mommy's very excited now Honey.
Please. It's important that you don't stop until I tell you. Okay
Darlin'?"
I had never heard her say these things before or speak in this way but
I knew she wanted me to keep going. Then she closed her eyes again and
started to moan again. It was a whimper that came from her throat, as if
she was in pain but I knew she wasn't in pain so I tried to do it even
harder for her. I loved Mom and wanted to please her as good as I could.
She pulled her hand away from herself and awkwardly reached for me somehow.
"Don't stop Jimmie. Mommy just needs to touch you for a moment."
Her hand slipped inside the waist of the baby-doll bottoms and she took
my penis and wrapped her fingers around it. Too many things going on and I
had failed to notice my hardness there. She started to move her closed
fingers up and down on my penis. It felt so good and it made me want to
stop what I was doing to Mom.
"Jimmie. Quick, put your hand inside my panties baby. Please. Hurry.
Yes. That's it. Into Mommy's crack. Push your fingers in. It's alright.
It's okay Honey. It's supposed to be wet. Push. Deeper. Oh! Yes! Yes!
That's it. Oh Jesus Jimmie. Oh! Oh! Come on Honey. Fuck Me with your
fingers. Do it. Faster. Yes! Yes! Push into Mommy. Ohhhhhh..."
She was moving her hips up and down real fast. I couldn't suck any
more and had to take my lips away. I don't think she noticed. She was
still moving her hand on my penis and I was starting to feel that glow that
I had felt in the afternoon. I was getting dizzy again. My middle felt so
nice. My penis felt so nice. Mom reached her left hand down and pushed my
fingers further into her than I could dare. Suddenly her whole body shook.
Once. Twice. A third and fourth time.
Each contraction forced a small muffled scream from her. And suddenly
my world closed in around me and that magic feeling carried me away for the
second time today. I was floating in the air. Wave after wave of pleasure
swept out from my crotch. I couldn't help myself and fell onto Mom's chest,
lost to my own pleasure.
"Oh Mommmm....I feel so good inside me Mom..."
I was by now pushing myself into her hand with my own thrusts. Wet.
It's wet down there. Feels so nice. And then I just sort of collapsed like
a limp noodle. I had no strength left. I felt weak, faint and very
satisfied. I moved closer to Mom and held myself tight against her with my
legs and arms. I just had this urge to be as close as I could be with her.
I wondered if heaven was like this.
Part V
Too much had happened in one day and I was having trouble keeping
it from becoming a real tangled mess. My head was swimming after what
I just experienced with Mom and I felt drained of all energy. I didn't want
to do anything except to just lie there with Mom in her bed. I
became slowly aware of the cold wetness inside my panties and by now it
had seeped through and it felt like Mom and I were sort of glued together by
this sticky stuff. I didn't have the courage to remove my hand from
her crotch. She seemed asleep but I knew she wasn't. And she held my
hand there, snugly clamped between her thighs. My fingers were still partly
inside her.
Normally something like this would bother me - the wet stickiness and
all. Now though, I felt closer to her through this intimate connection. It
made me feel like part of her and I liked that closeness a lot. It was one
of the most satisfying feelings I can remember and I wish that it could be
forever. So we lay there for a long time, Mom and me. Just listening to
each other's breathing and heartbeats.
"You alright Jimmie?"
"Uh huh Mom. I'm fine. Maybe a bit confused though about all of the
stuff that happened today. But I'm fine. And Mom?"
"Yes Honey?"
"I really liked being close to you like this. I don't understand some
of what we did but it was really great. I hope you're aren't mad at me for
anything."
"How could I be mad at you? But I do want to tell you that we will
have to do a bit of talking about these things. It's a whole lot to find
out about so quickly and a lot to understand, especially at your age. But I
want you to be comfortable about this - I mean, what we did today.
I think there are people - other people, who would not be very
understanding of what we did. What we have between us
is a very special and private thing and I want it to be that way
always, so Jimmie Honey, please let this be our secret.
Just between us okay?"
"Sure Mom. I won't even tell Dad."
"Good. Now give Mommy and nice kiss and we'll scoot out of here and
have a nice hot shower. Better still, save the kiss for later. Would you
like to share the shower with me?"
Then Mom began to slowly untangle herself from me. I didn't want
to let her go. We got out of the bed and I helped her straighten the sheets
and covers so that it didn't look like a disaster any more. Mom's
a bit of a neat-freak and so am I. She peeled off her PJs and came over to
me and helped me out of mine - hers. Tossing the PJs aside, she grabbed me,
pulled me into her arms and gave me a big hug - both of us naked. I liked
this too.
"You are a real sweetie Jimmie."
The bedroom felt chilly and that made her words and her warmth feel all
that much more inviting. Jeez I love my Mom. I felt like it was Christmas.
She adjusted the shower so that it was just right, stepped in and then
invited me in with a smile. She looked so nice standing there in the steam,
all pink and wet. The nice look on her face and her tiddies and everything
made such a picture as I stood there admiring her and smiling. She pulled
the glass door closed behind me and moved me closer to her so that the water
was spraying both of us. It felt nice.
"I have an idea Hon. How 'bout you wash me, okay?"
"Sure Mom."
I started with her face, careful not to get any soap in her eyes. She
looked a bit funny, squinting to keep her eyes closed and soap all over her
face. I started to get a bit excited about the chance to touch her tiddies
again. There was something about these that made me boil inside. It was a
feeling that made me hot but at the same time made me feel all soft and
mushy inside. I washed her neck and her back and she turned herself for me
so I could do her front. She was smiling when she turned to me.
"Don't use the wash cloth from now on Honey. Just suds me with the
soap and use your hands."
I rubbed my hands back and forth over the bar of Palmolive and worked
up a handful of suds. I think I was stalling but maybe not. Then I started
to rub the suds over Mom's breast in slow circles, shyly at first. Mom was
looking at me through the spray and the steam and wearing a half-smile.
Then I got braver and began to do both breasts together at the same time -
both hands working slow circles over the front of her tiddies. I found
myself really concentrating on her nipples. Was it the steam and water or
was it me? They seemed to be getting bigger. I looked up at Mom, puzzled?
"It's okay Hon. They do that when Mommy gets excited and you are
making me excited. I like it. Clean Mommy's tiddies Jimmie."
She extended her left arm to the shower wall to brace herself and
slowly closed her eyes. She reached her other arm forward, cupping the back
of my neck and pulled my head closer to her.
"Closer Son. Kiss Mommy."
I moved my head up to her and put my lips on hers. Her mouth was
partly open. She started to suck on my lips, prying my mouth open a bit
with her tongue. At first I thought I was supposed to have my mouth closed
but soon relaxed and opened my mouth to her. She sucked and tugged on my
lips. It felt so nice. At school the kids used to call me 'liver-lips'. I
always hated it but now I was happy to have these lips. No sooner had I
finished this thought and Mom whispered something to me.
"...Jimmie, I love your lips."
I mean, Jeez. Incredible. Then she started to push her tongue into my
partly-open mouth. It was like a playful snake, poking here and there in my
mouth. I felt so open and exposed and since it was Mom, I liked it. I
wanted to be open to her. It felt soft and tickly inside my stomach
to think I was hers. I moved my tongue and touched the tip against hers.
It was neat to touch tongues like this and soon we opened our mouths wider
and we were sort of playing tag with our tongues and sucking and biting each
other without hurting. I could have done this all night.
I sensed her hand move while we were kissing and then felt her wrist
brush against my penis. Her right hand seemed busy below her waist. She
started to move her hips in and out. Her breathing became strained and
frantic as we continued to suck on each other with our kisses.
"Oh God Jimmie. Give me your hand. That's it. Now push your fingers
into Mommy like you did before. Please Honey, don't worry about hurting me.
Push into me hard. Uhhhh. Yes. Oh Baby you make Mommy feel so good."
She abruptly turned around and shut the shower off.
"Kneel down Honey. That's right. Move closer to Mommy. Now kiss
Mommy there. Over a bit more. Oh! Yes. That's right. That's nice
Jimmie. Lick me there Baby. Can you taste me? I feel like I'm dripping.
Oh Sweetheart, suck Mommy's pussy. Yes. Your mouth feels so good...."
I wasn't sure about all this but I did know that Mom was enjoying it
and I love to give her pleasure. I tried to apply the kissing methods she
had just taught me. I sucked one of the fleshy lips of her opening into my
mouth and nibbled and tugged at it. It was a curious texture and I could
taste the wetness that came from her there. It was almost a velvety cream
consistency and tasted like nothing I had ever experienced before. Just
about taste neutral with just a slight hint of baby-powder smell. It felt
nice on my tongue. Slippery and in some way inviting.
I wanted more of my Mom's juice.
I went at her with my tongue and lips and licked her lengthwise along the
vertical opening, seeking as much of her as I could gather up. I think I
know what a bee must feel like. She exhaled sharply as my tongue stroked
over the top of her cleft. She grabbed two handfuls of my hair and pulled
my face into herself there.
"Do me Honey. Come on Jimmie. Eat Mommy. Make me come Darlin'."
She held my face still and started to grind herself against me. My
lips, tongue and mouth traced large circular caresses over her there as she
moved her middle in slow thrusting circles against my captive face and
mouth.
I loved what Mom was feeling. She was lost to the pleasure and seemed to
have gone somewhere deep inside her own thoughts.
"Oh Jimmie. You are so good Honey. You made me feel so good. I'm
sorry I was so demanding and selfish."
"It's alright Mom. Honest. I really liked doing it for you."
And of course I meant this. There was something in me that made me
feel really good when I gave Mom these pleasures. This closeness with her
was intimacy that I had never imagined could exist. At these moments I felt
somehow connected with Mom and this seemed to be the ultimate to me. This
one-ness with her.
She bent, cupped me under the arms and helped me raise myself up. Then
she knelt down there before me, looked up and smiled. I smiled back but
wondered what she was going to do. She had this playful trace of a smile on
her lips as she glanced up at me.
She moved her head forward and gently touched her partly open lips
against my penis. It wasn't fully hard but it wasn't hanging there soft
either. Then she opened her lips slightly and took the end of my penis
between her lips and tugged at me there. A shudder went through me. I
don't know whether it was the actual sensations or the idea that my
beautiful Mom was kneeling in front of me and touching my sex parts with her
mouth. Maybe it was both.
Anyway, it was enough to make my head light and make me hear a buzzing
in the centre of my head. Then she slowly took more of my penis into her
mouth, until about she had about an inch of me. She was tickling the
underneath side of my penis with her tongue. It made me shiver and waves of
a nice silent feeling moved over me. By now I could feel my erection
throbbing and it was standing out like a stick. She started to slide her
mouth back and forth over the end of me and on each motion she made me
wetter with her saliva. The sensation was so nice and soft and wet. The
inside of her mouth was so wonderful. The dizziness was getting to me and I
had to lean on the shower wall, because I was afraid of losing my balance.
I couldn't keep my eyes open.
Her mouth slid farther and farther down on me and soon she had all of
me in her mouth. At this point her back and forth sucking slowed and she
stayed longer, holding all of me in her mouth. I was amazed that she could
fit my long penis in her mouth but when I looked down on her, she seemed
O.K. Her tongue was moving around now and she was alternately sucking and
releasing me. The sides of the inside of her mouth closed in on me and I
felt like I was getting very close to that wonderful feeling I felt earlier.
Then she slid off of me and her mouth almost popped like it does when you're
enjoying a tootsie roll pop. The sensation almost made me jump. She looked
up at me with a smile.
"I think you like this Jimmie."
"Oh Mom. It's unbelievable. I don't want you to stop."
"Okay. Close your eyes and I'll make you feel even better. You just
relax and let whatever happens happen."
She took me in her mouth again. In one motion it just felt like Mom
inhaled all of me. Then with her fingers she made a ring around the base of
my penis and started to move up and down. Then there was a new sensation.
She was also pulling gently on one of my testicles. Oh man. It felt like
my eyes were really intense. It felt like it was starting in the middle of
me and shining like a bright hot light out into the rest of me - my arms and
legs and everywhere. Without being aware of it, I found I was pushing
myself against Mom's mouth. I guess I wanted to have more of me in her.
Then it happened. The muscles in my groin seemed to clench. It
felt like, if I was a spring, the spring had just been tightened. And
suddenly it let go. I felt the first contraction. It was heavenly. I felt
like I was squirting something out of me. I was worried that the intensity
of my pleasure might make me turn almost inside-out.
And it came again and again.
Waves of pleasure hit me with each spasm. Mom became more active in what
she was doing to me and I could hear her gasping and swallowing loudly. Her
head was bobbing back and forth on me. The pleasure was getting nearly too
intense. And still it felt like I was shooting part of me into Mom's mouth.
Oh God. I felt so weak I thought my legs would buckle under me.
Slowly the pleasure started to weaken and the pulsing in my testicles
was also coming to an end. Mom was still sucking on me. Inside my head I
thought of a joke - I felt a bit like a popsicle. Then I wanted to change
the joke. Was there such a thing as a momsicle? Jeez. I thought I must be
dreaming all this. Or else I am crazy. Just then Mom brought me back to
here-and-now by releasing me. She looked up into my eyes, smiling and
licking her lips.
"Jimmie darlin', that was so nice for me. You are such a sweetie. Did
you like it Honey?
"Oh Mom. I don't know what to say. It was the nicest feeling ever. I
didn't want it to end. Can we do this again Mom?"
"Sure we can Sweetie. We'll do it again real soon. Mommy likes this
too. But for now, I think it's time to get out of this shower or else we're
going to look like a couple of prunes. Come on.
Let's towel each other dry."
End.