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(M-teen/F-adult, underage, reluc, inc, mast) *** Author's Note: The mother in this story is Pamela Crane (played by the sexy MILF Belinda Montgomery who had also played Sonny Crockett's ex-wife on Miami Vice) from the Murder. She wrote episode "My Johnny Lies Over The Ocean", season one, episode fifteen. Every time I've seen this episode I can't help jerking off as I check Pamela Crane out, especially at the beginning when she goes swimming then climbs out of the pool in slow motion in that blue bathing suit... I hope you enjoy this story and I want to wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving ~ G *** I hardly remember my father. Mom married Johnny when I was very young and Johnny was always good to me [and to mom too] but never pushed me to call him dad. He just wanted to be my big buddy. I wasn't around when Johnny died. They said mom took it hard; She had a nervous breakdown and was taken away for psychiatric treatment, whatever that is. I wasn't even thirteen yet and didn't understand why I was being carted off to live with grandpa and grandma. I didn't even get to see mom or go home. I was picked up at my all boys' school and taken directly to my grandparents' house. I hardly knew them and missed mom really bad. But I grew to love grandpa and grandma. Especially grandma. She was very affectionate, always kissing me and hugging me. Mom was great but never a kisser or hugger. I lived with my grandparents for over three years before it was decided mom should be released from her psychiatric care. They said she was getting better and Thanksgiving would be a good time to let her, a time to be with family. She actually got out the day before Thanksgiving. Grandpa and I picked her up. Mom looked so pretty in her blouse, skirt and blazer. Prettier than I remembered her... What I actually remembered about mom wasn't even a memory. A few months after I went to live with my grandparents I had overheard grandma on the phone. Grandma was talking about how mom found Johnny's body. She said mom had gone for a swim and when she got out of the pool she grabbed her towel to dry off as she walked into the house. She had a drink in her hand which she dropped as soon as she saw Johnny lying on the carpet and ran to him. Grandma said she didn't even want to repeat how Johnny looked when mom found him. She even shuddered. At first I tried to put it out of my mind, to not think about it. I was glad grandma didn't give the gory details. But about a year ago all I could think about was that. Not mom finding Johnny so much, but mom swimming and coming out of the pool. I kept picturing mom in her favorite blue swimsuit; not a bikini, mom didn't wear those, but the kind that covered mom from above her breasts to her crotch. Then a few months ago I started to dream about it. Almost nightly I'd dream of mom walking towards the pool in slow motion. Mom would slip out of her robe and I'd see her body in detail before she dived into the pool and swam for some time. Then she'd emerge from in slow motion - the whole dream was that way - water dripping down her body, her wet swimsuit clinging to her shapely body... Then the dream would slowly fade and I'd wake up in a cold sweat. The first time I had that dream when I woke up my penis was hard and aching. I touched it and thick white stuff spurted out in a high arch and hit my muscular chest. I pulled my hand away in shock. The ache in my penis was greater but slowly dissipated as the swelling went back down. I couldn't fall back to sleep and I was kind of a wreck in the morning. Grandma noticed and knew something was bothering me. I wanted to know what happened to me but I was too embarrassed to talk about it with grandma and grandpa would be of no help in that. He never had anything helpful to say. But after I went to bed grandma cornered me and forced it out of me, seeing how weird I was acting since I got home from school. When I told her she smiled. "That's nothing to be so embarrassed about," She assured me. "Lots of boys your age go through things like that, especially if they don't have a girlfriend." I was confused. "What does having a girlfriend have to do with it, grandma?" Grandma wanted on to explain to me about sex. Then she said "Since you're not having sex you had an erotic dream -which I promise I won't ask what or who it was about - and you got an erection from it. When you touched it you began to ejaculate. Now don't repeat this to anyone especially to any of my friends, they wouldn't approve of what I'm about to say," Grandma chuckled, "but a young man needs sexual release now and again so it's all right to masturbate and ejaculate. At least in private, not in front of others," She winked and laughed. Most of you might feel weirded-out by having your old grandmother talking about stuff like that. But grandma wasn't that old. At least I didn't think so. Grandma was in her late fifties but looked younger than her friends and grandpa, though grandpa was in his mid- sixties anyway. After grandma said good night I waited a few minutes to make sure she didn't make a surprise return. Then I pushed down my sheet and began to masturbate [grandma had told me how to do it]. My cock didn't get hard right away. I decided to think about mom. It hardened after that. I tried to imagine my mother naked but I'd never seen a naked woman before so had a hard time picturing it. Then I imagined mom walking in as I masturbated in just her robe. "It's all right, sweetie," Mom said in that strange dream voice, you know how voices sound in dreams. "It's normal to have some kind of sexual release," She smiled. Mom glided across the room and sat on my bed next to me. She took my hand and removed it from my penis. "Let me help you..." Mom wrapped her hand around my penis and took over masturbating me. I felt so... euphoric. "That's it, ejaculate for your mom..." She said softly. I groaned and began to spurt semen [that's what grandma said the white stuff was] on my chest. This time I didn't stop. I ejaculated on my chest five times, on my abs four and the last two only made it to my pubic hair. As my penis softened I smiled, feeling so good. It was the most amazing sensation of my whole [albeit short] life. I kept having the dream about mom but instead of waking up erect I'd masturbate it to hardness and make myself ejaculate. Now that I was seeing mom again for real, I was embarrassed about having those thoughts about her but at the same time so happy to see her. "MOM!" The past three years seemed to melt away as I ran to her, as if I were still a twelve years old boy. Mom smiled when she saw me. I ran into her arms but unlike a small twelve year old boy I lifted her like the sixteen year old young man I now was and spun her around. Mom laughed and when I put her down I saw she was blushing. "I missed you so much, mom," I gushed. "I missed you too, sweetie," She said. "You're all grown up now, I missed so much." "Come on, grandpa's waiting for us." Mom said thank you and good bye to the doctor and we walked back to the car and grandpa. He hugged her but didn't say much. As I said, a man of few words. I let mom sit in the front. I didn't want her to see the erection that had popped up so I sat behind her. When we got to my grandparents' house, grandma hugged her and had a lot more to say than grandpa did. We had an early dinner then grandma dropped a surprise: She and grandpa were all packed and leaving for Florida until next Monday. "You two have a lot of catching up to do and we can catch up when we get back. Everything for Thanksgiving is in the kitchen, my friends will come in the morning to help you prepare the meal." Their taxicab arrived right after she finished telling us. I helped them bring their suitcases out and stow them in the trunk. I shook grandpa's hand and hugged grandma, then they got in the taxicab and left. Mom and I went back into the house and I closed the front door behind us. "Well, I guess it's just you and me," I said. "I guess so." I hugged mom again. Grandma got me hooked on hugging and I felt the strong instinctive need to hug mom. I also felt a strong instinct to get hard. I pulled away before mom felt it. I saw she was blushing again. "Uhhh, I'm going to go take a shower. It's been a long time since I was last able to shower alone." "Sure, Mom." I took the opportunity to go to my room and masturbate away my erection. I tried to imagine mom naked in the shower but still couldn't picture her body naked. I was sure I'd have the opportunity sometime now that mom was back. Instead, I imagined I was taking the shower and mom came in with in that blue bathing suit and began to masturbate me. I was soon gasping and groaning and minutes later spewing all over my sheet. I tried to keep it together, but it wasn't easy. Part of me said "Keep cool" while another part of me wanted to hold and protect mom. I knew what would happen if I held her, though... I did, though. Hold her that is. After dinner mom suggested "Let's watch tv." "All right, mom." I let her pick the show and I cuddled up to her on the sofa. I couldn't see mom's face but I pictured her blushing because her body went rigid as soon as I touched her. But slowly she relaxed and put her arm around me. This is nice... I thought to myself. During the commercials mom ran her fingers through my hair and asked me how school had been since we last saw each other. I told her about eighth grade graduation and the awards I received and how different High School was from elementary. Mom surprised me by asking if I had a girlfriend. I felt my face grow hot for some reason. "Mom..." She chuckled. "What, your mom can't ask about your love life?" What love life? I thought. Just my hand, that's all. I couldn't tell her that. "I don't have a girlfriend, mom, okay?" "I'm surprised a handsome young man like you doesn't have a girlfriend yet." I was still embarrassed but pleased mom thought I was handsome. "Thanks, mom." I kissed her on the cheek and she blushed. I eventually began to get too comfortable and put my head on mom's lap. Mom jumped up and said "I think I should go to bed. Long day tomorrow." "Me too, mom," I said. She shut off the tv and I hugged her, feeling her large breasts against my chest [I never realized how large they were]. I kissed her and said good night. Mom mumbled good night, slipped from my hug and rushed off to bed. I went to my room, stripped and crawled under my blanket. I began to masturbate, imagining myself rubbing mom's big breasts through her blouse as she slipped my penis out of my jeans and masturbated me until I came on her pretty blouse. In reality I ejaculated into my blanket and drifted soundly to sleep... until a scream awoke me. Mom! I jumped out of bed and threw on my jeans. Throwing open my door, I ran down the hall to mom's room, throwing open her door as well. "Mom!" I exclaimed as I hit the light. She was still screaming as I came in, sitting up in bed with the sheet around her waist and her upper body on display in her thin nightie. I could tell mom was braless and her huge breasts shook as she screamed. "Mom, it's all right, I'm here." I put my arms around her, at first she didn't seem to know who I was and fought me off. "Mom, it's me," I said soothingly. Soon she realized who I was and clung to me, shaking. "Mom, it's going to be all right," I said, running my fingers through my hair like she would do when I was little and I'd had a bad dream. "It... it was terrible, Jimmy..." She shuddered. "You had a bad dream, mom?" "Ye - yes," She clung to me tighter. I could almost feel her breasts through the thin fabric against my bare chest. "Was it about...Johnny?" I asked delicately. Mom pulled back a little so she could look at me. "H - how did you know?" "A few months after I came to live with grandma and grandpa I heard grandma on the phone talking about it. Not what you saw, about how you went for a swim, got out of the pool, started to dry off and found him..." Mom nodded. "I-I've been dreaming about it myself for about a year now," I admitted for some reason. Mom gasped. "You have?!?" I nodded. "M-my dreams about him started to slowly go away about him about a year ago..." Mom said, her face pale. "I hadn't dreamed about Johnny in months. Until tonight." Neither of us said a word for nearly a minute Then "Tell me about your dream," Mom requested. "Well, it's all in slow motion," I began. "You're walking toward the pool, slipping off your fluffy white you used to wear. You have on your blue bathing suit. My favorite. You dive into the pool and swim around for a long time then you climb out, the dream slowly fades after that, the first time I woke up in a cold sweat." I didn't want to tell mom about how I saw her body, especially after she came out of the pool dripping wet, OR my first erection upon waking up. Mom gasped when I finished. "That was exactly like my dream... Except it went on further, you mostly know what happened next..." I nodded. "I feel better talking to you about it," Mom smiled. "So my blue bathing suit was always your favorite?" "Yeah, mom," I blushed. Mom giggled when she noticed me blushing. I don't know why I did it, but I leaned forward and kissed mom on the lips. Her eyes went wide. My hands wandered to her breasts and cupped them. Mom pushed my hands off of her breasts and pushed me away, horror in her eyes. I realized what I'd just done and the blood seemed to drain from my face. I rose from the bed and backed away. "I don't know what came over me, mom," I said. "I'm sorry. If you're all right now..." "Yeah," Mom nodded. "Then I'll go back to bed." I left without saying good night, rushed out of her room and locked myself in mine. Of course my penis was erect as Hell and aching. I stripped and masturbated wildly. This time I imagined pushing mom on the bed, pulling back the covers and penetrating her vagina, though I had no idea what her vagina looked like of course. I imagined having sex with mom and mom starting to like it. When I ejaculated I imagined ejaculating inside mom, even though that would could her pregnant. I was so exhausted after that I immediately was out like a light. *** I slept late Thanksgiving morning. I didn't come out of my room until at least noon. I figured mom was still in the kitchen preparing the Thanksgiving dinner and maybe grandma's friends were still here. I slipped to the bathroom and jumped in the shower. My fantasy about mom coming into the shower and masturbating me returned to me and I was quickly erect. Of course I masturbated, imagining mom and I having sex in the shower. My fantasies about mom were getting more intense and more dangerous. I finally ejaculated, rinsed off and got out of the shower. I went back to my room after I dried and dressed. I went to see if mom needed help. She was just coming out of the kitchen alone and said all there was left to do was wait, so we watched tv. I tried to keep my distance from mom. But soon she was cuddling against me and I found myself running my fingers through mom's hair. It wasn't long before mom's head was on my lap. If I hadn't ejaculated a while ago I know I would've gotten hard. But mom soon sat up. "Everything should be done now, let's go in the kitchen." I followed mom into the kitchen, eyes on her swaying butt. I started to get hard again. Fortunately mom told me to sit down at the head of the table so she didn't see it. Mom took the turkey out of the oven and placed it on the serving tray. She brought it to the table and set it near me. Then she put the stuffing, mash potato, gravy and cranberry sauce into bowls and arranged them on the table along with grandma's famous pumpkin pie in a graham cracker crust. Mom sat down to my right. "Happy Thanksgiving, Jimmy," She smiled, taking my hand. "Happy Thanksgiving, Mom!" I said, feeling twelve once more. "You're the man of the house now, why don't you say grace then carve the turkey." "All right, mom." I prayed over our Thanksgiving dinner then began to carve the turkey. It was the best meal I had had in years. I think it was mostly because mom was there. After I hugged mom and kissed her [on the lips again] and told her "Great meal, mom!" She smiled, not blushing nor pushing me away this time. "Thank you, but don't forget I had help." "Blah, I'm not going to kiss them too," I joked. Mom laughed. "No you're not! Now help me put away the leftovers, sweetie." "Sure, mom." We put all the leftovers away then I helped mom load the dishwasher. Then she suggested we watch tv. I sat on the sofa and she slid beside, grabbing my arm and putting it around her. We watched tv in silence for about an hour. When the next commercial came on mom spoke. "You know, I haven't been with a man for more than three years," She said. "You mean sexually?" I blurted. Mom laughed. "You're too smart for your own good! Yeah, sexual. How you know about that?" "Grandma told me about stuff when I...had an erotic dream about a year ago." Mom got quiet again. Finally "I miss Johnny. But I miss sex too. I don't know why I'm telling you this but I feel like I can share this with you since you told me about the dreams. Somehow we're connected now." "I guess," I nodded. "When you... when you grabbed me and hugged me yesterday my...well I got wet between my legs," Mom said, then shook her head. "I can't believe I'm telling this to my son. When you hugged me when we were first alone in the house I was torn between desire and disgust." "Why, mom?" She shook her head. "When I went to take a shower, I...I masturbated." "Girls do that?!?" I blurted. Mom laughed. "Yes, girls do that. Moms too. When you put your head on my lap last night I was in such turmoil I had to get away from you or...I'd have done something I'd regret. I went to my room and masturbated again. I feel so ashamed." "Mom, I masturbated too when you were in the shower AND after we went to bed. In separate beds of course." "You did?!?" Mom gasped. I nodded. "In the shower too this afternoon." Mom looked embarrassed but smiled. "I'm kind of scared, though," I admitted. "My fantasies about you keep getting more and more intense." "Really?" Mom gushed. "How so?" "Well... I started out imagining you masturbating me. First catching me in my room then in the shower in your blue bathing suit." "You really do like my blue bathing suit..." Mom interrupted teasingly. "But after what happened in your room last night, I fantasized I had sex with you instead of leaving your room, and in the shower I imagined we had sex in there." Mom moaned. "I'm getting so turned on," She admitted. "When you kissed me last night...and grabbed my breasts, I was so shocked. I couldn't believe what you were doing, and I told myself I couldn't cheat on Johnny. But I had time to think about it. Especially when I masturbated again later. I realized Johnny was gone. You're the only man in my life now." "Mom..." She put her finger to my lip. "Shhh." Standing up, she shut off the tv and offered me her hand. I stood up and took it. Mom led me to her room and shut the door. She undressed, baring her body to me, the first naked body I had ever seen. Mom was beautiful. She undressed me too. "Oooo," She cooed, eyeing my penis. "Yours is bigger than Johnny's was..." I was achingly erect as mom led me by my penis to her bed. She lay back on it, spread her legs and pulled me on top of her. Still holding my penis, she guided it to her dark- haired vagina and slid it in her. I groaned. My first vagina. Even though I'd never had sex before for real I felt it wasn't really my first time since I had fantasized we had sex twice before. Not a word was spoken as I began to move in and out of mom's vagina, which was hot, tight, and so wet. Mom was breathing heavy as she clung to me. I instinctively moved in and out of her faster. Mom began to moan and throw back her head. "Oh... Ohhhh... OHHHH... I'm... I'm having an orgasm! OHH!" Mom writhed and convulsed under me and her vagina squeezed my penis as she had her orgasm, something grandma conveniently didn't tell me about. Mom's orgasm soon subsided but it wasn't her only one. I had no idea women had several orgasms and men only had one. Go figure. I lost track of how many times mom orgasmed, twenty- five times to say the least. Hell, maybe forty. Me, I lasted about forty-five minutes before I felt it coming. "I'm going to orgasm too, mom!" I groaned as I started to pull out. "NO!!" Mom cried out, holding me tight. "Do it in me..." Suddenly I really wanted to ejaculate in mom. I suddenly cut loose and began to ejaculate my semen deep into mom, making her squeal. "My son is spurting me! My son is spurting in me! Mmmm, he's spurting a lot..." When I finally stopped ejaculating, I lay atop mom, exhausted and both of us sweaty. After a while I finally said "Happy Thanksgiving, mom. I love you." Mom giggled. "I love you too." "Can we do it again?" I asked. Mom laughed. "Do you really have to ask?" She winked. Hmmm. I guess not... THE END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 79