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I can agree with that because my first experience was at age 17 with a 35 yr. old woman. I didn't know it at the time, but that would be my ultimate fuck. Probably what made it especially erotic, sensuous and satisfying; also taboo, was the fact I did it with my mother at age 17 and later when I was 26. (F/M-teen, inc, voy, orgy, oral) *** I remember clearly my 17th birthday. I came home from school and immediately got out my weight lifting bars and bells. In the warm afternoon in the basement of the house, I worked hard. The sweat flowed and I felt good about my routine. At about 4pm the door upstairs slammed. Mom was home early. Is something wrong? In a moment she entered the basement workout room, her face covered with tears. "What's wrong Mom," I inquired. I could see her tears but I could also see an expression of rage and anger. "Greg," her long time boyfriend, "has taken off with that little whore who does his filing at the office. And I found out he has been fucking her, and, get this, her mother as well. God I could kill him." As I was drying off Mom calmed down. She said something about me now being the man of the house and that she would have to come to me, no longer as a teen aged son, but as a man. As she was mumbling these words her eyes dropped to my thighs and to my crotch. The Speedo trunks showed everything but she kept staring. I moved away and started tuning the radio and picked up some soothing music. Mom followed me. She took my arm, turned me around and took my face in her hands and said, "I truly need you now, son. I need you, I need you, I need you." And with that she gave me a big open mouth kiss. Not too sexy, but certainly not the kind of kiss between Mom and son. She took me by the hand and led me upstairs. I saw a package of fried chicken on the table which she obviously had picked up on the way home. We ate in silence. I couldn't forget the way she gazed at my cock nor the hot and smoldering kiss still wet on my mouth. Soon she said, "I gotta get dressed for bed. I'm frazzled." She went into her room and closed the door. In less than 10 minutes she called to me. I entered her room. The lights were on and up full. Standing before me was a hottie, my mother, in a long pale yellow, almost transparent robe, with a slit up to her pussy and a plunge on top to her waist. Her eyes were droopy with lust, her voice was husky as she untied the robe and said, "I want to fuck you here and now, son. I want you to fill my pussy with your man juice. I told I need you and this is the way I need you right now." She moved to me, grabbed my face and kissed me with lips, tongue and her entire face. Between gasps she moaned, "Fuck me. Your cock is so beautiful. It's so young and strong. Oh son, please fuck me." Boy, did I feel strange. I had admired Mom's figure and her adorable face, but I guess studies, plans for college, my weight lifting prevented me from noticing just about the sexiest body and what I discovered later, the hottest and nastiest mind in town. As she backed two steps to the edge of the bed the gown fell away. She leaned back on her elbows and pulled her feet up on the bed and spread her legs wide. "Son take off those trunks," she commanded. As I took them off and disposed of my shoes she dropped a small pillow on the floor. As soon as I was nude she pointed to the pillow. "Kneel," was her second order. As soon as I did she grabbed my head fiercely and pulled it down to her lower belly. There was a faint smell I recognized vaguely. Her manner was rough as she pushed my head downward until my nose slid right through her pussy slit and in another second my mouth was on the wettest, wildest most fragrant cunt I had experienced in my short, happy young life. "Oh God damn son. Oh son, eat me, lick my clit." I had eaten a cunt once or twice since about 14, neither of which were in the same league as Mom's glorious hole. I knew what to do and I did it. I kissed and licked and licked and kissed. I sucked on that little man in the boat all the while moving both hands from her soft, white belly up to a fine set of titties. Later she told me she was a 38D. As my excitement continued so did her passion mount. Soon her stomach began to twitch and roll as her hands caressed my ears and patted my hair. I looked up out of the tops of my eyes to see her eyes quivering and wavering and then roll up into her head. Then with a husky moan she said, "God son. It's been so long and you have no idea what you are doing for me. Don't stop baby boy. Please don't stop. Don't ever stop 'cause I'm CUMMING! Oh yes! Oh Jesus! Oh God Almighty damn it's so good. Ohhhhhhhhhhh." She nearly bucked me loose from her crotch as she came, not once but once again. My face was soaking in wet, wet, hot, hot, pussy. The fragrance, her moaning voice and that wet pussy had my cock in a rage. I don't remember it being that hard ever before. I wiped my face with my forearm, got to my feet and grabbed my cock in time to see Mom's eyes wide staring at my manhood. "God damn it's beautiful. Please let me have all of it." "Silly woman," I thought. You're gonna get all of it and then some," and I virtually fell into her pussy while guiding my cock into the slit. Her legs were flailing as her hands grabbed my ass. In a momentary slide glance I saw our image in the dresser mirror. As her hands grabbed my ass I could see the red nails raking my buttocks. As I hunched in a fury the blaze of events reminded me that I am fucking my mother and it is the ultimate fuck of my life. Everything was so erotic, so breath taking I could hardly think of anything but shooting a load of cum into her vessel. She was doing everything to help me and met each of my thrusts with hers. I could feel the oncoming avalanche. There was a sensation on the balls of my feet, which moved up my calves, to my butt, to my spine and into my scalp. The tingling feeling increased to a hot, flashing event and raced down my body to my belly and finally came busting from my balls then out of my cock with a force that actually startled us both. "Oh yes, oh yes. Yesssss. Yesssss. Fuck baby. Fuck! Oh my God how good. How so very GOOD!" I realized that even though it was the first time for us together we were having a mutual orgasm. But even more astonishing than that, as soon as my load was finished, it all started again. From everything I had read and was told, after a climax one is so slated that it takes at least minutes for the heartiest of cocks to get back to a fucking mode. But again, the electrical current of passion that had moved through me started again and I shot a second load. Before I withdrew from my mother's super wet pussy, I raised up and looked down. Her eyes were closed and the expression on her face was what I chose to think was satisfaction. She slowly opened her eyes and whispered something weakly. I wondered if her words were the same ones passing through my mind. "How do we proceed from here, mother dearest?" At 17 I was graduating and plans already were in place for me to attend the university. After graduation and up to the time I went away I fucked mother more times than I could remember. We agreed that we were both sex maniacs. Nothing was ever said about the taboo of incest. Somehow I had convinced myself that this woman who had given me birth was, nevertheless, the hottest, sexiest, most ultimate fuck I could ever expect to experience. But I did wonder what the future holds. I left home in September for college. In between semesters I got jobs for the summer and for two years did not see Mom. We talked on the phone and even one night she phone fucked me. I started to go home right then. After that period Mom got a wonderful promotion at her CPA firm and was transferred to Chicago, over 650 miles away. We were apart from high school graduation until I turned 26. It was then my questions about what the future holds was answered. Our town is Lincoln, Nebraska. Not small, but not large. I worked for a large bank there and was doing quite well. I bought a nice but small condo and was dating occasionally. My regular routine was to come home, take a shower, put on PJ bottoms, read the paper and turn on the CD player. One Thursday night I was faintly annoyed when the door bell rang. Almost no one among my acquaintances rang my bell. I cautiously opened the door and was immediately bowled over. Standing there was this little blond in high heels. She had the shortest, tightest, most transparent black silk dress in the known universe. Her hair was pinned up and she had on heavy black horn rimmed glasses. She had a clip board and a pencil. Before I could comment she said, "Sir, my name is Pussy Johnson. I am with the University of Nebraska in the sexology section of the psychology department. I am canvassing this area to interview young, single studs, uh uh I mean men to obtain info for a survey about sexual practices, etc. etc." I could see this was Mom, but she had changed a bit - a little plumper, with dimples and her skin of so white and pink. Before I could say more she asked, "Do you have two hours you could spare for an interview? I could just step in and ask these questions. Alright?" This has the appearance of a role play. Right? Right. "Okay," says I and stepped back to see her sway by me to the room. Her ass was plumper and more erotic since I could distinguish each buttock. Her tits showed through the silk upper part of the dress. I wasn't sure but I thought I could see pussy hair when I looked at her crotch. She continued, "Can you spare two hours and can you be sure we will not be interrupted by anyone, no phone calls?" I assured her we would be quite alone. I motioned her to the couch and as she sat the dress she was wearing, a wrap around, pulled apart and her legs from her calves up to and almost including her pussy were shown. She busied herself, got her clipboard and pencil ready and said, "Now, the series of questions are framed to get the most accurate of sexual activities of young men in this area. Also, we have found that if we pose the questions, not in scientific terms, but in street terms, we tend to get more accurate responses. For instance, in this interview we don't us the term 'sexual intercourse'. We say 'fuck'." And she said the word with heavy accent. "Also," she continued, "We don't say vagina, we say pussy or cunt. We don't say penis but cock. And of course cunnilingus is never used. Instead we say eating pussy, right? Is that okay." The preliminary had already gotten my cock to its upright and locked position and was giving my silk PJ bottoms a battle. The play acting was going well when Mom asked, "Young man, I take it that you like to fuck, so let me ask, how long has it been since you had a piece of ass?" "Much too long," I answered as she grinned ever so slightly. As she scribbled she continued, "Tell me young man, if you were to fuck someone right now. For instance, if you were fucking me right now, would you eat my pussy first and then fuck me or would you fuck me then eat me." About then my cock was no longer interested in play acting. I pulled it out and pulled on it several times. She continued to question but with heavy breathing, "I want to know also, if you were fucking me right now, would you be hunching in this fashion?" She demonstrated with an erotic twisting of her bottom. By then she had dropped her clipboard, spread her legs and put her hand on her crotch. "I mean, uh, Oh God. If you were to fuck me, you know. You would like to fuck me wouldn't you?" We both lost control and I flung myself before her on my knees and thrust my face between those pink, plump thighs. I found her pussy just as hot and wet as before. I also found that she was some what hornier than before. Her passion manifested itself first with growls of pleasure as I licked her cunt lips. And we took up where we left off - fucking each other's brains out. Mom told me she so longed for my tongue and cock that she convinced her firm to transfer her to the Lincoln office, even at a demotion, so we could fuck. And we did. People at the office ask me often why I don't marry. "Someday, but not right now." END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 31