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A Visit Home
by Jim J. (address withheld)

***

An adult son comes home for spring break from an out of 
state college and finds his mother depressed and 
introverted. So he cheers her up. (MF, inc, mother/son)

***

In retrospect it's clear that she was in the throes of 
depression. Hell, so was I. Things hadn't been stable 
for either of us in as long as we could remember. We 
just had different ways of dealing with things. By the 
age of 20 I had lost my lucidity and the personal sense 
of right and wrong that I had known in my youth. 
Clearly she had sunken as low. 

The following is a story I often look back on with a 
longing. As destructive as it proved to be for my 
mother and myself it was and remains some of the most 
exciting and erotic material my life has known. I 
experienced a power and control I can not ever know 
again. 

I've relived these memories over and over again and 
some of the details may simply be the filling in of a 
gap in actual recollection. With that in mind I begin 
my lurid tale.

*

As I recall, that second day of my visit home, she was 
wearing a light pink nightgown. When I saw her for the 
first time in the morning she was standing in front of 
the rear sliding glass door looking out into her back 
yard. The sun shone in through the glass rendering her 
gown a translucent pink. It shone between her legs 
quite clearly revealing the silhouette of her ass. I 
walked into the room wearing a pair of sweats and a T-
shirt; no shoes. My approach was silent.

I stopped, seeing the translucence, and absorbed the 
sight momentarily. I struggled for a moment to see more 
clearly and was able to distinguish the pattern of 
pubic hair that stood out from her mound. My mind 
reeled with the pleasantness of the morning, sleepy 
delirium and the tingling thrill that the sight of my 
mother's partially revealed body gave me. She continued 
to look sullenly out across the yard, still unaware of 
my presence. 

At that precise moment I think I must have determined 
an agenda. It was dark, exiting and just below the 
surface of my conscious mind. I began to plan a 
seduction of my vulnerable mom. I would play it right 
so that I could get out if it wasn't working. I 
certainly never expected it to succeed.

I crossed the ten feet or so separating us, watching 
her gown and figure lustfully as I did. She turned her 
head to me slowly. "Good morning," she said absently. I 
slipped up behind her and wrapped my arms around her 
waist and hugged her tight.

"Good morning," I responded cheerfully then kissed her 
hard on the neck. Already I was behaving out of 
character and perhaps inappropriately but it was not 
quite forbidden. 

As I kissed her neck I smelled her light perfume and 
saw in the front the same translucence I had from the 
back. Her bra-less 40 year old B cup breasts projected 
perkily against the loose fabric of her gown and the 
sun worked it's early morning magic. I could see her 
perpetually erect nipples as clear as day in the pink 
sheen. Below, her frontal pubic hair was slightly 
visible. I was drunk with the sight.

She smiled wanly and kissed me on the cheek. "You seem 
tired, are you ok?" I asked, still hugging her lightly 
with my arms wrapped around her waist. I could feel the 
smoothness of belly and the indentation her naval left 
there.

"Yea I'm fine, I was just thinking of your father is 
all." My father had died in a car accident a little 
over a year earlier. 

For a moment I was shaken and didn't move. The tangible 
Eros of the moment, the scent of her, and the glow of 
the morning light around us amidst beams marked out in 
floating dust pulled me back in. 

I slid my hands gently from her stomach then and placed 
them on her shoulders. I dug my fingers into her skin 
and began a firm massage. 

"Mmm, that feels good," she moaned with pleasure. I 
felt her loosen and yield to me.

"I'll tell you what. Why don't you come and lay down on 
the couch and I'll give you a good back rub. Come on." 
I directed her softly towards the living room.

"That sounds nice. Okay, Thanks." 

She moved slowly towards the room I had indicated. 
Things were really moving along but I still felt as 
though my game could be up at any time. As she walked I 
got the last glimpse of her naked body highlighted in 
the light and then it was gone, back into the pink of 
the fabric and the weak backlight of the electric 
bulbs.

"Just lay down on your stomach there and I'll kneel 
down on the floor here," I instructed. 

She mounted the couch in a kneeling position. I 
wondered what it would be like to see her up like that 
and naked for me. She lay down then and turned her head 
in toward the couch. "Is this all right?" she asked.

"Perfect," I said and I meant it. Gravity pulled her 
gown down on her body showing the rise of her ass so 
nicely. I began to massage. My hands roamed her back 
and shoulders, stroking her, rubbing her, feeling her.

After about 10 minutes I began to get more daring. My 
heart pounded out a solid and quick paced rhythm I 
could feel in my chest and hardened penis. As my hands 
began a lowering pattern beginning to caress the upper 
areas of her buttocks I swooned in an excitement that I 
could never have imagined. Though, she was still 
unaware of my intentions I was beginning to feel that I 
was getting somewhere; a place I never dreamed I would 
be allowed to go.

It took only another minute to progress to her entire 
buttocks. I pressed into her muscle there. No squeezing 
or probing that would be considered more inappropriate. 
She seemed to like this because she gave no indication 
that she wanted me to stop or move away from that area.

Where to go from there was a delicate matter. I decided 
to change approaches for the time being if only to 
broaden the spectrum of contact. This was to be a 
moment of truth, I had to confront her. "Hey Mom?" I 
whispered. "Why don't you slip your arms out of your 
robe and pull it down a little so I can rub your skin 
more? It keeps bunching up, okay?" My heart was beating 
like a fucking rabbit's.

"Hm? Oh okay, yea," she responded as if just woken. 

Much to my delight she began to push herself up a 
little and loosened the gown in front. In what appeared 
to be a little less than full reserve she slipped her 
arms out, one at a time and pulled it half way down her 
back revealing very little of her coveted chest in the 
process. 

As she lay back down, this time facing me with eyes 
closed peacefully, I began again. Her naked skin was 
smooth and warm. I pulled the gown further down until 
it reached her buttocks.

My hands found areas on her sides that were softer, 
approaching her breasts, getting ever closer. Then one 
hand did it. Not a full grab mind you but an overt 
sweep of the side of a breast. My heart was going nuts 
but she didn't react. I began more frequent passes of 
the area and soon had the sides of her breasts as fair 
play. I had to move on again.

"I'm going to give you a leg massage too," I warned.

"Okay," she responded feebly, eyes still closed. I knew 
she was enjoying this immensely.

I began down by her ankles and worked my way up, moving 
her gown up at the same time. After a few minutes I had 
her robe up close to her ass from the lower end. I new 
if I moved just right I would then be able to see her 
pussy but I didn't want it to be that obvious yet. I 
worked her legs like a true masseuse and finally looked 
up.

There it was! The lighting wasn't that good but I could 
actually see my mother's pussy slit, up close and 
personal. She had a delicate mound of hair that I could 
see surrounding the slightly pouting vulva. It was 
beautiful, just as I would have fantasized it to be. 
Not too protruding and yet pouting enough to show a 
crease clearly building to her mostly obscured clitoral 
region. 

I moved up again, sacrificing my view but bent on 
making some contact. She had let it go this far and my 
mind had no more of it's pessimism left. Something was 
going to happen.

My left hand began working the territory of her upper 
torso as my lower explored the buttocks massaging 
potential under the scrunched up gown. I felt her naked 
ass then in a much more caressing way than before. The 
stakes were rising exponentially and still her eyes 
were closed. 

I felt her sides again, touching her breasts then 
slipped my right hand down the crack of her ass. She 
moved her hips ever so slightly in that uniquely female 
way that indicates to all experienced men a degree of 
receptivity. She had showed her hand.

I ran the leading two fingers of my right hand down her 
crack, parting it slightly as it went, toward her 
vagina. My left hand stopped exploring her and came to 
find her left breast. I slid it around it in a cupping 
fashion just as my right hand found her labia. She 
didn't resist at all though I did see a tightness 
around her eyes then as though she were trying to keep 
them shut against their will. 

I stroked her vaginal crease parting the labia gently. 
Just beneath the surface she was wet. Not moist, wet! 
With no further ado I dipped my two fingers into her. 
She arched slightly to receive. I pushed them in, 
soaking them in her juice and feeling her insides. 
Slick and warm. I began a gentle in out motion which 
she ever so slightly began to match.

I squeezed her cupped breast now, feeling it's full 
girth and body. After a few good squeezes I found her 
nipple with my finger and thumb and grabbed onto it. 
She was breathing harder now and clenching her eyes 
closed. 

I pinched her nipple with my left hand my right thumb 
made contact with her anus. I rubbed her tiny hole, 
bringing up a little juice from her vagina to slicken 
the area and felt it give slightly to my prodding. God, 
I was working her now. There was no turning back, I had 
to fuck her. Did I just think that?!

I released her nipple and began to work my own sweats 
off while manipulating her with the other hand. After a 
moment of awkward and tense struggling I was nude. I 
quickly made my move. I pulled my fingers gently from 
within her vagina and mounted her, leaving the 
nightgown scrunched up over her ass. 

I slipped quickly into a comfortable position with my 
legs on either side of hers and brought myself down to 
the point of contact with her pussy. I stopped for only 
the briefest moment before penetrating her to savor the 
moment then I pushed my penis into her.

As I pushed in to full burial she moaned and pushed 
against me. I grabbed her breasts from either side then 
and began to fuck her. I squeezed and pinched her 
breasts now without hesitation and slid in and out of 
her with bold and forceful strokes. She heaved and 
pushed with me now. All at once she opened her eyes. 

I looked down at my mother then and let go just as she 
found her orgasm. I emptied myself deep inside her 
then. 

In exhaustion I laid down on top her keeping myself 
still inside her. Our eyes made contact then for the 
first time since our new relationship had begun.

***

Since my Father had died and my brother and I had gone 
back to school my Mother's life had deteriorated. She 
let her friendships go and stopped being social in 
nearly all regards. So it was after we had sex that 
first morning we began change our mother/son 
relationship into one more like lovers, even friends. 


The next morning, I told her that I wanted to go 
workout at the gym down the street and that I might try 
to catch up with some of my old high school buddies 
there. She planned on getting some things done around 
the house. I said I'd be back probably after dinner 
some time and I'd see her then. I really wanted to get 
out for a while and try to figure out how I felt about 
what had happened.

I had a late morning workout at the gym, all the while 
thinking about what I had done. I felt kind of sick to 
my stomach now that my libido had been satiated. After 
exercising I caught up with my friend Paul. We hung 
around his house shooting the shit and watching TV 
until late afternoon. 

Around 5:00pm we hooked up with another of our friends, 
Chris, who was 21. Chris picked us up some beer and we 
went back to his apartment across town. We ordered a 
pizza and drank beer. I just wasn't myself until I had 
a couple of beers in me.

By about 8:00 pm I was a little buzzed and my 
conscience had digested along with the beer. I felt my 
libido return with a vengeance. By 8:30 pm I couldn't 
stand it any longer. I left the guys, adding that I had 
to check in on my Mother, she hadn't been feeling well.

It was a strange feeling at that moment when I admitted 
to myself that I was going home to fuck her again. The 
strangest and most exciting thing was that I knew now, 
that not only was it possible, but that it was likely. 
How could she refuse me now?

I got home around 9:00 and my Mother was sitting on the 
couch I had taken her on earlier and watching TV She 
had obviously showered and changed since then. I think 
she was wearing green jeans and a yellow shirt. Seeing 
her brought it all back and in my buzzed state it 
excited the hell out of me. I could hardly even think 
of her the same way. 

Anyway, I had a plan. I wasn't ready to just come right 
out and say, "hey Mom, let's have sex" clearly I would 
have to be more subtle than that though no where near 
as sneaky as that morning. 

"Hi, I'm home." I said cheerful through my buzz.

"Hi Jim. Did you see some of your old friends?" She 
still sounded sort of out of it though now she was 
clearly feeling awkward. Her face looked both 
distracted and concerned.

"Yea, I hung out with Chris and Paul for a while. I 
worked out too. My back is killing me," I said 
beginning my ploy. I went over to the love seat across 
from her and sat down with a thump and a grunt. "What'd 
you do all day?"

She was avoiding eye contact with me, still with that 
concerned, even worried face. She was feeling how I had 
felt earlier. "Caught up on a few things around here, 
went grocery shopping. That's about it." 

I was really getting excited. She seemed so vulnerable 
and sexy and the truth was I truly did love her even 
though my passions had become so twisted. I could see 
myself taking her to the brink again, feeling her warm 
feminine body beneath me.

"I'm going to jump in the hot-tub and soak my muscles. 
Why don't you go grab your suit and join me. I'm gonna 
put mine on right now." Sure I would have liked to have 
said let's go in nude but I didn't think she was ready 
to face the truth what had happened or what was still 
going on. Certainly, though, under the circumstances, 
she had to have known in the back of her mind where I 
was going with this. 

She hesitated, said nothing. 

"Come on!" I said looking her briefly in the eyes, "I'm 
going to go change." I got up and started walking 
toward the stairs.

"All right," she said, getting to her feet slowly. 
"I'll meet you out there." 

Yes! I couldn't wait to touch her again, to slip a 
finger into her, play with her... taste her. 

I took a piss then changed quickly and went out to the 
back porch where she had the hot-tub. I turned the tub 
lights on only. No overheads. The back porch was hidden 
from the neighbors by trees but the reduced light was 
more appealing, anyway. I hopped in wearing a pair of 
bathing trunks and started the water jets and bubbles. 
It really did feel great.

A couple minutes later she came out in a purple design 
one-piece. I couldn't help but stare at her mound 
through the bathing suit. I had seen her down there and 
been inside of her. She inched into the hot water and 
took a seat across from me. The buzz just wouldn't let 
me wait for opportunities. As obvious as it was I faked 
restlessness in the water, floated around for one 
minute then moved in next to her. "Nice, huh?" I said. 
I had to break the tension.

"Mmm, very nice," she said. 

I put my arm around her and rubbed her back in a 
fumbling non-sober kind of way. She looked away from me 
in what I imagined was a sort of understanding shame. 
For the second time in one day she let me see her hand. 
She was going to let me do what I wanted but felt 
disgraced about it. 

I really don't think she wanted me sexually but when 
she turned herself over to the experience was able to 
get physical if not mental gratification from it. I 
grabbed her breasts. Nothing sneaky or smooth about it, 
I just slipped my arms around her and took them into my 
hands. She didn't really react, just looked away and 
yielded.

I was out of my mind driven by alcohol. "Come up here," 
I said, pulling her up by her breasts a little onto my 
right leg. 

She had to straddle it, sitting with her back to me. I 
felt her mound on my leg and imagined her pussy 
beneath. She obeyed gracefully. We had been in the 
water together maybe five minutes and I was already 
busy pulling the straps of her suit off her shoulders 
and down over her breasts. This was the first time I 
had seen them well.

Her breasts were mid B cups and only slightly sagging. 
Her nipples stood erect from the middle of light pink 
circles, not too big, not too small. I took one of them 
into my right hand and took hold of her nipple. I 
pulled at it and shook it gently, feeling and seeing 
her breast react. 

I moved my head around to her other side and took her 
other nipple into my mouth. I sucked on this nipple 
that had fed my as a baby, now a man taking pleasure in 
a new form. After a few moments of this pleasure I 
pushed on, bolder than ever.

My right hand moved down over her still covered stomach 
and down to the joining of her thighs. I stroked the 
sot flesh of her inner thighs and began kissing her 
neck and feeling her left breast again. She was going 
with it more naturally now and had closed her eyes. 

My fingers found the edge of the fabric of her suit and 
pushed under. They slid across her hair and pubic mound 
and down to her clitoris. The change in texture was 
fantastic. Her hairless nub was smooth and soft and I 
stroked it gently. She rocked with me now and I let my 
fingers push deeper finding the gap leading in. 

Just at the entrance to her vagina she was excreting 
juice. I could feel it mixing with the water and 
escaping. My fingers plunged into her and she rose off 
my leg to facilitate a smoother entry. I felt with my 
finger tips the inner walls of her hole, slick with 
their own juice and soft beyond measure. I pushed 
against them, testing them, enjoying them.

I pulled them out almost too quickly. I stopped all 
action for an awkward second fighting off the impending 
orgasm I was on the edge of. It passed; thank god. 
After a second I said, "Hold on I'll be right back." 

I jumped out of the water trying to move as quickly as 
possible so she wouldn't have second thoughts. I ran 
down to the pool below, boner protruding and grabbed a 
rubber tanning raft she had down there. I came back up 
with the raft and laid it down with the end coming just 
into the hot-tub.

She was leaning back with her arms covering her breasts 
and her eyes closed. There was something so obscenely 
exciting about seeing her this way, bathing suit yanked 
down past her tits, covering herself, vulnerable and 
waiting.

"Here, lay down on this." I stepped back in and took 
her arm leading her to the raft.

"What?" She asked quietly. "You want me to lay down? 
What? Like, on my back?" I sat her down on the thing, 
legs hanging back over the edge and into the tub.

"Yea, just lay back, okay?" 

She obeyed, keeping her arms wrapped around her 
breasts.

"Yea, that's fine," I said while reaching up to her 
suit straps. She closed her eyes then and I peeled her 
suit down, over her stomach, past her hips. I felt like 
I was raping her. 

She lifted her butt to allow me to strip her fully then 
and she was revealed once more. I tossed the suit to 
the side and moved my face in between her hanging legs. 
I lifted them up over my shoulder and held them lightly 
by her lower thighs. I shoved my head then into her 
pussy and explored her fully with my tongue.

I licked her lips and sucked on her clit. She tasted 
fine. When I looked up her head was to the side and her 
mouth was slightly open. She was getting off! I was 
eating out my Mother and she was getting off. It was 
unreal. I reached up and took one of her breasts and 
began to kneed it passionately while I lapped and 
sucked her cunt. 

I came dangerously close to blowing it again. 

She was probably getting there too because there was 
moving and groaning slightly. "Come down here again." 
This time I was commanding; I was going to take my due 
now. She slid back into the water with me. I wrapped my 
arms around her squeezed her ass, probed her and 
generally felt her naked body up while kissing her 
neck. She squirmed amiably now.

"Here get up on this", I said, turning her away from me 
and helping her onto her knees on the second step 
getting into the tub. Her ass came out of the water in 
that position at a perfect height to fuck her Doggy 
style. She went into position naturally, bending at the 
waist and laying her arms and shoulders on the rim of 
the tub. Her tits hung over the edge dangling. 

I moved into position dropping my shorts. My Mom's ass 
propped up revealing all her charms as I had never 
dared to imagine her before. Her anus stared 
prominently back at me as I pushed myself into her 
vagina. She moved to receive and I started to drill 
her. I took her by the hips and blasted away, fucking 
her like there was no tomorrow. She was moaning when I 
wet my thumb and began to massage her anus. 

As I built towards orgasm I forced my thumb more and 
more toward penetration. Her breasts bounced wildly as 
I fucked into her. Then it was there the moment. I 
crossed the boundary and entered her ass. I thumb 
screwed her anus maybe twice before we erupted again 
together.

***

After the previous day's encounters with my mother I 
was really riding a high. I felt strange and a bit 
guilty about what I had done but a lascivious and power 
hungering desire consumed me. It was as though all my 
normal wants and needs had taken on an erotic element. 
I found everything was stimulating me. It was too much 
to take with a sober mind.

I began drinking steadily from the beginning of that 
day on. My first mixers I made right out of my mother's 
liquor cabinet. She made no objections as I chased a 
couple of shots of vodka with the morning orange juice 
and Captain Crunch. She seemed more withdrawn and 
sullen than ever, sitting at the table in her pink 
gown. 

Today she wore panties underneath; I could see their 
outline clearly as she stared dazedly over her cereal 
and out the sliding glass door. Her resignation and 
depression made her all the more desirable to me. It 
was sick, I know, but that power lust tingled 
throughout my entire body: gave me life.

The shots cleared away the haze from the night before 
consumption and depleted what little constraint I had 
left. I got up, leaving my dishes for her to deal with 
and went around behind her chair. She didn't look at me 
as I bent over to kiss her neck. She still had that 
smell I so strongly associated with her, my mother.

While kissing her I parted her gown just below her 
breasts and took her left one out with my right hand. I 
cupped it and squeezed it gently as I kissed her whole 
neck. She didn't move. After a minute or so I stopped. 
She wasn't responding at all. I didn't want to fuck her 
like this. I wanted to feel the control over her body 
and mind I had before. I had to get out for a while.

"I'm going out. I'll see you tonight," I said, grabbed 
the vodka and went for the door.

"Okay," she responded sluggishly. I walked out the 
front and slammed it bad-temperedly on my way out. I'd 
deal with this later.

***

After a day of moderate drinking with Chris and Paul I 
was feeling utterly zonked. I crashed at Chris' for 
most of the evening sleeping on his couch. When it got 
be about midnight I felt like my stomach was on fire 
and my head had swollen and gained weight. No one was 
around, Chris had seemingly gone to bed and Paul must 
have gone home. I grabbed a slice of cold pizza and a 
beer from the fridge and took off. By the time I got 
back to my mother's house the beer had settled nicely 
and my buzz was back and happy.

As I went in the house was dark except for one light in 
the kitchen. The dishes from the morning's cereal were 
still sitting on the table. In the middle of the table 
was a scribbled note: "Jim, I've gone to bed. Mom." 

Instantly, my blood pressure began to rise. I had 
wanted to take her and the fact that she had gone to 
bed really aggravated me. I wondered for a moment what 
my Father would think of all this if he had still be 
alive. Ha! I gave a bitter snort and decided to just go 
to bed.

On the way up the stairs to my room I changed my mind. 
I would indeed go to bed but tonight it would be in the 
master bedroom. I was going to take my due on the king 
size bed my parents had shared together for so many 
years.

***

She was under the covers on the side of the bed closest 
to the nightstand that had always been hers. On the 
stand was a half drained bottle of Crown Royal whiskey. 
Since she was never much of a drinker I should have 
been worried for her. Under the circumstances, though, 
all I could think of was that she was out. 

I stooped over her and pulled back the covers from her 
body. She lay curled up on her side wearing a sleek 
white pair of panties that were riding up her ass and a 
white cotton camisole. Her hair was still slightly 
damp, apparently from a shower. Her hips and ass rolled 
so smoothly together in this position I was instantly 
aroused. 

I put my hand on her ass and slid it around feeling her 
obscenely. As I slid my fingers between her legs she 
stirred then rolled over on her stomach with her arms 
out to the sides.

I decided to strip her quietly and see if I could get 
her naked without her waking. I grabbed the panties 
softly from the sides and began to tug slowly. They 
rolled up as I peeled them over her ass. After a couple 
of seconds I had them past her vagina. In the dark I 
looked on her loins, revealed to me once more. I slid 
the panties all the way down her legs and off. She 
didn't even stir.

She was really gone. Ideas, things I had never done 
with any woman never mind my mother raced through my 
mind. I grabbed the bottle off the stand and took a 
mighty swill. The whiskey burned but it's flavor 
confirmed to me that I was out of control of myself. I 
let this freedom wash through me momentarily, eyeing 
her naked ass. As the heat moved through me then I 
stripped off my clothes. Naked, I climbed up over her 
so that I was able to sit on her back facing her ass.

I tried to put very little weight on her in this 
position but she stirred slightly. With nothing to lose 
I bent at the waist, lifted her by the hips a little 
and dove my face between her arched legs. I dug into 
her cunt with my mouth and found the nub of her 
clitoris. I took it between my tongue and upper lip and 
sucked it in. It squashed around as I slurped and 
sucked on her. My mouth extended out in wet circular 
patterns parting and re-parting her, soaking her. As my 
patterns reached their outer limits I came to her anus.

I had never tasted a woman there and was unsure what to 
expect. None of my fears were realized. She was clean 
and tender there. My tongue felt her little hole give 
slightly as I licked it firmly. I got in there and 
kissed and sucked her then like there was no tomorrow.

By then I was beginning to leave a sticky pre-cum 
splotch on her back where my dick was waiting. It was 
time for action. I climbed off her back and moved down 
between her open legs. Her whole mound and ass are 
glistened with wetness from me. The buzz was really 
coming on hard and I was committed to trying this out. 

I reached down and took her by the hips again this time 
pulling her up toward me. I bent her at the knees and 
pulled her ass further and further back. As her torso 
dragged down the bed towards me the camisole rolled up 
a bit revealing a little of her tits that were still 
pressed to the bed.

She made a little noise but even that sounded 
unconscious. Her ass was then bent most of the way out 
over her calves and towards her ankles with knees out 
to the sides. Holding her by the hips so she wouldn't 
fall further down or to either side I brought my dick 
up to her pussy. I stroked against her lips getting the 
head a little wet and then dug into her. 

She was soft and warm and wet enough to slide in and 
out of comfortably. I shifted my left arm under her 
belly and held her that way as I gave her some hard 
deep pumps. Her ace was out to the side, mouth open but 
nothing had changed.

I took my right hand and got lots of saliva going 
around her ass hole. My thumb stroked it and prodded at 
it as I humped her vagina. I thumb fucked her ass for a 
minute being sure to lube her internally as well as 
externally. When she was lubed and ready to go I pulled 
my dick out of her cunt and struggled into position 
over her ass.

I took my dick head with my right hand and guided it to 
her hole and began a slow steady push. It was fantastic 
to watch her anus yield slowly to let me in. Her ass 
hole opened wider and wider to the point where I began 
to get alarmed. It was so graphic that I began to worry 
that it might actually hurt her seriously then it gave. 
All at once my dick had passed the entrance and was 
going in to her ass. My mother's tightness was both 
admirable and exhilarating. I gave a grunt of utter 
triumph as I sunk in to my full extension.

She actually began to make some guttural noises then 
but I was not about to stop halfway. I looked closely 
as my dick slid out of her ass hole on the back stroke. 
It puckered immensely in this motion and then yielded 
again in the opposite direction as I pushed in again. 
As I approached climax I began to slam her ass. I 
fucked that little hole for all it was worth, cramming 
in and out savagely. Finally on a gigantic in-stroke I 
erupted deep in her ass. It was utterly gratifying.

***

When I woke up I was hung over as hell. I rolled over 
and looked at her still sleeping. Her panties were 
balled up and laying on the floor next to the bed. As I 
got up I lifted the covers off her again. She lay 
curled up on her side facing me with her camisole 
scrunched up to her breasts. I could see a little dark 
spot of hair down between her tucked in legs. Last 
night's session flooded back to me then and I grew a 
little panicky. She hadn't been awake since then and I 
was unsure how she'd react when she put the events of 
the last night back together.

I got over it fast. Fuck it, she was mine now and I'd 
teach her the new way. There was no going back now. I 
got up, threw my underwear on and walked around the bed 
behind her. I looked between her projected ass cheeks 
at her anus. The area was a little red but as far as I 
could tell none the worse for wear. 

I gave her ass a good slap then and said "Hey! Let's 
get up." She grunted slightly so I smacked her ass 
again. "Come on... Wake up. Why don't you take a shower 
while I make us some breakfast."

She rolled over sluggishly and grunted "All right, I'm 
coming." She sat up slowly. "What time is it?"

"Who cares. Get up, take a shower. I'm going to make 
some eggs." I walked to the door and headed for the 
stairs. "Let's go!" I called back to her as I went. 

She muttered something but I couldn't hear it as I went 
down the stairs. This was great. The woman who while I 
was a child controlled my life was answering to me. She 
wouldn't even let me watch PG sex scenes 'till I was 
like 13 or 14 and now I was fucking her. Karma can be a 
wonderful thing sometimes.

The kitchen was a fucking mess. It hadn't been cleaned 
in a couple of days and dishes were all over the table 
and in the sink. This really pissed me off. I went to 
get a couple of bowls for some cereal but the cupboard 
had no clean ones left. I opened the dishwasher and the 
goddamned dishes were dirty. "Fuck!" I really didn't 
feel like doing dishes. I thought about it for a second 
and realized I didn't have to. 

"I'm in charge here now. Joyce will do this for me." 

Joyce is my mother's name and hell if I was going to 
run the household from then on calling her Mom. I 
opened the Fridge and pulled out the O.J. I guzzled 
right out of the carton. Man this whole scene was 
liberating. "Time to take a shower, I think I'll check 
on the woman."

Climbing back up the stairs I could hear the water 
running. She had done as I said. Good. Things were 
really moving along. I went back into my new bedroom 
and opened up her closet. I was going to pick out 
something silky and sexy for her to wear around the 
house for me. The only things I could find, however, 
were satin nightgowns. Though sexy, they weren't quite 
as provocative or revealing as I had in mind. "We might 
just have to take a ride down to Victoria's Secret 
later and pick out some appropriate attire."

I raided her underwear drawer then. She had tons of 
those satin bikini panties I love so much. I picked out 
a nicely cut pair of white satin panties and held then 
up for my perusal. I smelled them. Mmm... That fresh 
clean odor really turned me on. I tossed them onto the 
bed and continued my search. Jackpot! A pair of white 
stockings and even a white garter to match. Dad had 
some good taste. After another couple of seconds I 
found a pure white silk bra to match. This is what she 
was going to wear today. Nothing else. I left it all on 
the bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

I walked into the steam laden room. "I'll be out in a 
minute. I'm almost done," she said sounding really 
husky and hung over. This ticked me off a little, she 
was breaking the mood, so I didn't answer. I pulled my 
underwear off and began to open the shower curtain. 
"What are you doing?" she asked nervously.

"I'm taking a shower!" I barked back at her. I had to 
regain control. 

I quickly stepped in behind her and shut the curtain. 
She leaned back a little and tried to cover herself, 
her eyes red, glazed and full of concern. She looked so 
vulnerable like that, all wet and shiny, nervous. I 
watched her as her eyes darted down to my partially 
erect prick. "Move over a little, I want to get some 
water." 

I took her arm and pulled her toward me, moving myself 
under the water some. I made sure to keep the contact 
going, then. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled 
her towards me; face to face. She couldn't make eye 
contact with me and I liked that. My prick was then 
fully erect and resting against her belly. The way I 
held her kept it there. 

As I held her I ran one of my hands down her back 
sensuously and came to her ass. I stroked her ass while 
she began again, "Jim I'm pretty much done so..."

"Get the soap!" I commanded while feeling her ass.

She stopped for a second and then tried again. "I-
I'm..."

"Shut up and get me the soap!" I burst out violently. 

Her face turned red but she did as I demanded. She 
leaned over and took the soap out of the dish and 
handed it to me. "Thanks, now turn around, I'm going to 
wash you." I helped turn her around as she obeyed. She 
had nothing else to say as I lathered up my hands. I 
wrapped my arms around her from behind and took her 
breasts into my soapy hands.

My dick slid naturally up into a vertical position 
between her ass checks and I pushed it as far in 
between as I could wondering if she was feeling sore 
from the night before. I lathered her tits up real nice 
squeezing them and pinching her nipples liberally.

After I was sure she was clean up there it was time to 
get down to business. "Put your hands up against the 
wall there." I pointed to the far wall of the shower. 
"Don't worry I won't let you slip." 

She then reached out and slowly assumed the position as 
water cascaded over both of our bodies. She was 
positioned the way a cop would have her for frisking. I 
reached down and parted her thighs slightly making her 
move her legs out to the side more. Then I took the bar 
of soap and pushed it between her legs. I moved it back 
and forth there frothing her up until lather was 
literally dripping from her crotch. 

I dropped the bar then and dug my hands in. I rubbed 
her pubic mound down over her labia, parting them and 
over her asshole. She arched her rear as I crammed two 
fingers on my left hand into her vagina. After a second 
I got my left thumb into the action as it penetrated 
her asshole plunging in. I soaped her internally and 
when I squeezed my hand I could fell the opposing 
fingers and thumb through the wall	separating the 
vagina from the rectum. All the time she didn't make a 
sound.

When I was done playing around and cleaning her I 
rinsed her out with the removable shower head giving 
her a minor douching with it. I pulled her upright by 
the waist. "Go ahead and get out now. When you've dried 
off I put some clothes out on the bed for you. Put them 
on but nothing else and wait for me. Go ahead." 

With that I gave her another slap on the ass. My 
approach had to be consistently dominating if I was 
going to be able to get her where I wanted to in all of 
this. She got out without a word and began to dry off. 
I washed myself up then.

After I was washed and dried I went to my old room and 
threw on a fresh pair of briefs and a pair of shorts. 
Then I returned to the Master bedroom where my mother 
was drying her hair. She was dressed as I had 
instructed in the white silk bra, white satin panties 
and a white garter and stockings. She looked like a 
sexy nurse minus the dress. 

She glanced towards me but never in my eyes as I went 
through her jewelry. I found a nice pearl necklace that 
I added to her ensemble. As cliché as it was under the 
circumstances it was a must. I also found a nice gold 
bracelet that my Dad had given her one Christmas. This 
seemed appropriate as well. After another minute or so 
I found the spray bottle of perfume that reminded of 
her when I smelled it.

I walked up behind her while she dried her hair and 
slipped the pearls around her neck. Then I took her 
left arm and slipped the bracelet over it. "Don't take 
this bracelet off again unless I tell you to," I said 
very seriously. Then more playfully I rubbed her ass. 
"I want to put some of this stuff on you too." I turned 
her around to face me and held her by the hips. 

She stopped the blow dryer. 

I picked up the spray then and gave her a good burst of 
it so that it wafted down over her chest and waist. I 
reached down and took the front of her panties and 
pulled them open revealing her pubic hair and gave a 
little spray down there with a laugh. She tried to 
smile a little but it didn't look natural. "Let's go 
downstairs now. You look fine, just leave your hair. 
Come on." I pat her ass in the direction of the door 
and watched it as she obeyed, walking slowly out the 
door.

I followed her into the kitchen and took a seat and she 
began to follow my example. "Don't sit down. Bring me 
some orange juice." I told her. She quietly obeyed and 
went over to the refrigerator. She brought me the 
carton. "Thanks, now why don't you clean up the area. 
Clean off the table and do the dishes. After that you 
can make me some breakfast and do a laundry."

"Okay," she agreed. 

She started taking the dirty dishes over to the sink 
and it seemed to me that after a minute or so she lost 
herself in the tasks. Her bearing rose a little. She 
leaned over the table in front of me wearing her 
lingerie and my boner began to ache. 

Dominating her like this was the most exciting 
sensation I had ever had. I reached out and copped a 
feel of her pussy through the satin panties as she 
worked. She pretended not to notice but I felt her 
quiver as I slipped a finger under the panty line to 
touch her vulva. 

I knew that from this point forward my Mother would do 
what I wanted whenever I wanted it and so she did. For 
the next few years, whenever I came home she was 
available to me anyway I wanted her. In fact I think 
she lived for my visits home. I know that because when 
I finally hooked up with a gild from College and goy 
married at 25, my Mother committed suicide several 
months after the wedding.

You see, I'd told her that our special relationship 
would have to stop. Looking back I wish I hadn't told 
her that...

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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