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Loving Mom
by Anonymous (no address provided)

***

A high school boy seduces his attractive mother and 
finds that she reciprocates his sexual affections. 
Explicit sexual content. A slightly altered but true 
story. (F/m-teen, inc, mast, rom)

***

"Wow! How would you like to "do" her?" muttered one of 
my lunchtime table buddies as the 12th grade English 
teacher, Mrs. Larson walked by. Mrs. Larson was young, 
blond, had big tits and nice legs. Her nipples always 
seemed about to punch through the front of her blouse. 
She strode by like a pigeon, breast thrust forward and a 
little wiggle of her hips, fully aware that she excited 
the desires of her teenage male admirers.

I was just entering my senior year in high school. 
During lunchtime the guys talked about what it would be 
like to sleep with older women. Many of us had actually 
experienced sex with girls in our class but these were 
usually quick encounters after dances and school events. 
A few of the guys had steady girlfriends and one of the 
girls in our school was pregnant. After all, it is the 
21st century and teen aged sex wasn't that unusual. But 
older women seemed have a mystique. We felt that they 
had depths of sexual knowledge that the girls in our 
school lacked. 

We all fantasized about sleeping with some of the 
prettier female teachers. Most of our talk was based on 
wishful thinking, all except mine. I suspected that I 
was the only boy in the group with real experience with 
an older women. I have been fucking my own mother for 
almost a year.

The story about how I started fucking my Mom sounds like 
a porn internet fantasy except that it is absolutely 
true. Improbable events must happen to somebody 
sometimes. In this case it was me. My Mom was 
approaching 40 but was still a real beauty. Her figure 
was trim. She had been a dancer and her legs were great. 

On her frequent jogs around the neighborhood her breasts 
bounced and her pony tail whipped back and forth. Just 
the thing to ignite teen aged lust. She looked like a 
running wet dream. My high school buddies all called her 
the mega-MILF of the neighborhood. It took me some time 
to find out what MILF meant. After I found out, I didn't 
know whether to be insulted or proud of my Mom. Probably 
a bit of both.

Until six years ago we were a normal family. We lived in 
a nice suburb of Boston. Mom and Dad worked for the same 
publishing house downtown, Dad as an executive, Mom as a 
senior editor. Then Dad was killed in a tragic traffic 
accident. He had been an astute investor and his stock 
portfolio plus a large insurance settlement left us well 
fixed financially. Mom didn't have to work anymore and 
now moonlighted as the research librarian at the local 
college.

In the first years after Dad's death Mom and I were very 
close. She hugged me frequently and sat close to me on 
the couch when we were watching television on the big 
set in our living room. But lately I distanced myself 
from her. I found her close physical presence 
uncomfortable. Frankly contact with Mom became 
embarrassing. I didn't know how to handle the fact that 
I was powerfully sexually aroused by my own mother.

After Dad died, Mom was very casual about clothes at 
home. She rarely wore a bra and her legs were always 
bare. When she bent over to pour me a glass of milk at 
breakfast I always tried to look into her blouse to try 
to catch a glimpse of her large breasts. A couple of 
times I was rewarded by the sight of her nipple. It was 
the size of a thimble, centered in a light brown areola 
that covered much of the end of her breast.

I lusted after my Mom. What hormone driven teen ager 
wouldn't? I tried to sneak peeks at her when she was 
dressing or undressing, look down her cleavage or up her 
skirt. I found it hard not to get an erection when she 
stripped down to skimpy shorts and a sports bra to work 
out on the exercise equipment we had in the basement. I 
even had the impossible Oedipal fantasy of making love 
to her. But that would have to be satisfied by 
masturbation. She was my Mom after all. 

I was obsessed with Mom's legs. Maybe it was because all 
my Superhero comic books showed girls with impossibly 
long shapely legs. The girls all had bulging breasts too 
but they were always covered by some discrete shreds of 
fabric. Naked tits must have seemed too indecent for 
young readers but there was always plenty of leg. 

Mom's legs were sensuously full, and to my mind, very 
erotic. Each of her strong thighs was almost as big 
around as my waist. They bulged slightly to accommodate 
her hamstrings. The thighs narrowed at the knee and then 
expanded into full shapely calves. It was all I could do 
not to get an erection when Mom would sit in front of me 
in a short skirt. 

When Mom crossed one leg over the other, her calf, 
pressed over the opposite knee, made the most sensuous 
curve. Her full thighs stretched the seams of her tight 
skirt. Even the soft sound that her legs made as thigh 
slithered over thigh when she crossed them made my cock 
hard. I wanted to put my hands around her legs, knead 
her calves, raise her skirt, and run my face up her 
thighs to her crotch. Of course I never could do it. She 
was my Mom after all.

Last spring, when an after school soccer practice was 
cancelled, I returned home two hours before my regular 
time. I heard sounds, soft voices interspersed with 
moans, coming from Mom's bedroom. The door was ajar. The 
room was dimly illuminated by the light from a 
flickering TV screen. Through the slightly open door I 
could see that Mom was lying almost naked on the bed 
wearing only an unfastened robe. The shower in the 
adjacent bathroom was still dripping. 

Obviously Mom had just left the shower, put on the 
terrycloth robe and lay down on the bed. The bedroom TV 
was tuned to a porn channel. The screen showed a dark 
haired man and a blond woman fondling each other's 
genitals while protesting between caresses that they 
shouldn't be cheating on their respective spouses. Mom's 
head was propped on a pillow watching the screen. This 
must have been the source of the sounds that I had 
heard.

One of Mom's hands was in the open top of the robe 
clutching a big breast. The fingers of the other hand 
moved in her crotch. Her motions replicated but were 
much more intense than those of the couple on TV. They 
were acting. Mom was doing herself for real. The nipple 
and areola of her breast was wet, swollen and red as if 
she had been vigorously sucking on it. Her body rolled 
from side to side. Strange sounds and gasps came from 
Mom's throat. At first I thought that something was 
wrong. Then I realized that she was masturbating.

While I masturbated frequently, like most teen aged 
boys, I never thought that grown women did it to 
themselves too. I knew that I shouldn't be looking. It 
was a private moment. But I didn't leave. I stared at 
Mom's almost naked body. It was infinitely more 
revealing than trying to sneak a peek up Mom's skirt or 
trying to look down her cleavage. Her breasts were in 
clear view with very stiff nipples. The soft mounds of 
flesh rippled with each body motion. How could I look 
away? 
 
Sexual passion mixed with anguish contorted Mom's face. 
Her cheeks were flushed and her hair tousled. I stood 
fixed to the spot, not daring to make a sound while she 
masturbated. She gasped, she made throaty noises. Her 
hand flailed around on her vulva, fully visible through 
the open robe. Her lovely legs bent and extended, moving 
in a spastic dance as she vigorously attended to her 
carnal needs. The round globes of her tight ass bounced 
on the bed in time with her hand motions. 

Even in disarray Mom was absolutely lovely. Her motions 
became frantic. The hand clutching her breast squeezed 
it so tightly that the end bulged like a water balloon. 
The nipple and areola were expanded to twice their 
normal size, the skin almost taut enough to burst. Then 
both hands were in her crotch, attending to the needs of 
her pussy. The fingers of one hand made squishy sounds 
as they thrust in and out of her vagina. 

I didn't know much about female masturbation but she was 
furiously finger fucking herself. The fingers of the 
other hand pulled and stroked her clitoris. Mom rolled 
her body from side to side offering glimpses of her wet 
swollen genitals. She kept driving her glistening 
fingers in and out of her cunt, her hips rising with 
each stroke. 

I made a slight noise as I shifted my position in the 
doorway. Mom's head turned and she stared directly at 
me. I couldn't hide the fact that I was looking directly 
at her nor that I had a massive hard on. But she didn't 
stop what she was doing. Indeed, her actions may have 
gotten more frantic. 

The robe fell entirely away from her body revealing 
everything. Her fingers kept working in her vagina, 
lubricated by her pussy juices. Her hips rose and fell. 
Her legs tensed and vibrated, muscles alternately 
contracting and relaxing. All the while Mom stared 
directly at me. Our eyes were locked. She gazed at me 
intently as if she was making some momentous decision. 
She licked her lips.

Mom opened her mouth and started to say something to me 
but it was too late. 

She gasped in shocked surprise, "Oh no! I'm not ready 
yet! I'm cumming!"

Her head jerked back. She seemed almost in a frenzy. 
Despite her stated reluctance to have a climax, Mom's 
finger motions increased in intensity, one hand flailed 
at her pussy, the fingers of the other drove deep into 
her vagina. Her hips rose to meet her hands as she 
reached a climactic peak. Her legs stiffened into rigid 
pillars of flesh extending in front of her, the muscles 
etched in sharp detail. 

Her calves contracted as she toe danced into ecstasy. 
She started to shake, hips thrusting upwards, stomach 
quivering. Her entire body spasmed, tensed to what 
apparently was an unexpected orgasm. Certainly it was 
one she hadn't anticipated having so soon. She moaned 
and and shuddered as she climaxed. 

Her body formed a perfect arch on the bed, supported 
only by her thrown back head and her heels. Every muscle 
was taut. Legs and torso completely rigid. Her orgasm 
seemed to last and last. Then, with a final gasp she 
collapsed into a flaccid heap on the bed. Finally Mom 
closed her eyes. There was no possibility of either of 
us denying what she had done. Her pussy was red and 
dripping and her abused breast had dark finger bruises. 
She was sex personified. I quietly closed her door and 
went to my room.

Both of us knew what I had seen but by mutual implicit 
agreement neither of us mentioned what had occurred. 
Talking about what was on both of our minds would have 
been awkward.

That night I lay awake in bed for hours thinking of my 
Mom and occasionally fingering my cock. I was obsessed 
by what I had seen that afternoon. I simply had to see 
it again. Finally I heard the grandfather clock in the 
living room strike 4 a.m. The sky would soon begin to 
lighten. Mom should be deeply asleep at this time. I 
quietly made my way to her room. The door opened 
noiselessly and I slipped in. The moonlight through the 
window illuminated the scene. 

It was a hot night and Mom had thrown the covers off. 
She was lying on her back wearing a thin nightgown. Her 
legs were apart. The alabaster flesh of her thighs was 
smooth. Her breasts rose and fell slightly with each 
breath. She wasn't wearing panties and her lower torso 
was only lightly covered. Her body drew me forward like 
a magnet. I crawled up on her bed between the V of her 
legs and slowly moved the fabric of the nightgown out of 
the way. She had taken a shower just before retiring and 
smelled of soap and water with a faint scent of jasmine. 
It was intoxicating. 

My target was her pussy. I wanted to see it, maybe even 
kiss it. Just one kiss and then I would leave. I lowered 
my face. Mom's scent grew stronger. I quickly kissed her 
pubic mound. Mom didn't move. Perhaps I could do more. I 
trembled as I put out my tongue and lowered it to her 
touch her labia. What if she should wake up? I licked, 
softly at first, then a bit harder. My tongue stroked up 
her labia to her clitoris. I felt my Mom stir and I was 
sure she was going to waken and chase me out of her 
room. Instead she put her hand on my head and softly 
said, "Suck me. Suck me harder baby."

She must have known it was me but I'm sure she thought 
she was dreaming. Mom wrapped her sexy legs around me 
and pulled me into her. Her hands reached down and 
separated her pussy lips so I could get to the juicy 
parts inside. I covered her hands with my own and 
entwined my fingers with hers. 

It was wild, both of us holding hands, our fingers 
playing with Mom's cunt. It was truly cooperative. She 
stroked her own pussy lips and guided my mouth to her 
clitoris. Her labia swelled under our joint caresses and 
the scent grew stronger. Mom raised her hips a bit and 
pressed her pussy tighter into my mouth. 

I slipped my tongue into her vagina as Mom pulled her 
labia apart to let me get deeper. Her thighs squeezed my 
head and I could feel her muscles contract as my tongue 
caressed her clitoris. It was a totally unexpected 
feast. I had entered her room merely for a look, and 
perhaps a quick kiss. Yet here I was, eating her cunt 
like I was consuming a gourmet meal.

Mom moved her hips gently as I lightly chewed her pussy 
lips. Her hands rested on the back of my head, lightly 
guiding me to the most sensitive areas. She lay back on 
the bed and the lower part of her body started quivering 
in her very private pleasure. 

"Yes, yes, I love it," Mom whispered. "Oh baby, eat me, 
lick me, suck me. You are making me feel so good. Yes!" 
Mom seemed to be talking in her sleep. She was in that 
half awake state between dreaming and wakefulness. 
Anyway, she didn't ask me to stop.

Mom's hips lifted off the bed forcing my tongue deeper 
into her cunt. Her hands gripped my head. Her legs 
started to shake. I could feel the quiver in her thighs. 
She made inarticulate gasping sounds. Then Mom gave a 
final shudder and relaxed. All tension seemed to leave 
her body.

We lay there for a few minutes without saying anything. 
Then Mom said, "Come up to me."

I slithered up Mom's torso until our heads were side by 
side.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I came home early yesterday. The 
bedroom door was open and I saw you naked in bed. You 
were so beautiful. I couldn't get the thought out of my 
mind. I almost went crazy thinking about seeing you and 
I had to see it again. When I saw you lying asleep, I 
just couldn't stop myself."

Mom put her arms around me and drew me close. I could 
feel her big breasts pressing through her nightgown 
against my chest.

"Would you like to suck my titties dear? Just like you 
did when you were a baby. I would really like that."

Her voice was soft and dreamy as if she was still 
asleep. She slowly pulled her gown open and offered one 
of her big breasts to me. I fondled the breast, twisting 
it and pressing it with my fingers. As my eyes became 
accustomed to the dim light in the room I could see that 
Mom's tit was massive. It was the size of half a melon. 
Her breast was very firm. My fingers sunk into the 
tissue. I rubbed my hands over the areola and licked the 
nipple and all around it. 

Mom's face had a little smile as I played with her 
breast. Her thimble sized nipple started to grow. It 
stiffened and extended. The little bumps around the 
areola became more prominent. I latched on to her huge 
nipple like a baby and started sucking. It was warm and 
swollen and filed my mouth. I had dim recollections of 
actually sucking milk out of that nipple but it seemed 
so long ago. I sucked, and tongued and even chewed her a 
little while Mom pulled me close. Mom shut her eyes and 
started gently stroking my head. 

"Nurse from me, baby. Nurse from my big breast. Drink my 
sweet milk."

It was almost as if she believed that she was really 
nursing her child. But alas, she had no milk to give. 
Mom's free hand reached down and encircled my penis. She 
rubbed it gently as it grew harder. I felt exquisite 
pleasure from my cock as I thrust into Mom's encircling 
fingers. It was so relaxing that we both might have 
dozed off for a while, me sucking, Mom stroking.

Mom lay back on the bed and pulled me over her. I 
balanced on her firm body and full thighs. My face fell 
into the canyon between her breasts. There was very 
little soft about Mom except her huge tits. She held my 
stiff penis in her hand rubbing the head against her 
swollen labia and clitoris. I could feel the vaginal 
lips getting wetter and wetter. We both moaned in 
pleasure. Then Mom slipped my rigid penis into her. 
Right in. 

I couldn't believe it. I could feel my cock sliding into 
her vagina, pushing her swollen pussy lips apart. My 
full shaft penetrated. She might have been nearly 40 but 
her cunt was tight enough to grip my penis like a velvet 
glove. Mom raised her hips, put her hands on my ass and 
pulled me in deep. I couldn't believe it. My cock was 
actually in my Mom's vagina. 

Instinct was in command. My cock was in a well of 
wetness. Her pussy was closing on it and stroking it. 
Mom still seemed to be in a daze between wakefulness and 
sleep. She thrust a mountain of breast deep into my 
gaping mouth. Our hip motion synchronized, her cunt 
rising to meet my cock. We moved together for several 
delightful seconds. Me thrusting down as Mom's hips 
rose. Her hands pulled me tightly into her with each 
stroke. I could barely believe it. I was really fucking 
my Mom. Yes! Fucking!

Then, as if she suddenly woke from a dream and realized 
what was happening, she cried, "OH MY GOD! WHAT AM I 
DOING?" A pause, as if to comprehend the situation, 
then, "I'M BEING FUCKED! MY SON'S COCK IS IN ME! OH GOD! 
I'M BEING FUCKED! FUCKED! IT'S NOT A DREAM! MY BABY IS 
FUCKING ME!"

But she didn't push me away. Mom's hands grabbed my ass 
and pulled me tightly into her. Her body bucked and 
heaved while I tried to hang on like Captain Ahab 
clinging to Moby Dick. After several minutes of fierce, 
ball busting fucking, I felt my scrotum begin to 
tighten. She wrapped her legs around me and pummeled my 
back with her calves. Her muscular legs forced me into 
her, directing the timing of my fucking. I could feel 
myself nearing the point of eruption as Mom writhed and 
spasmed under me urging me to fuck her harder

"FUCK ME, FUCK ME! MORE, DO ME MORE! OH BABY FUCK ME, 
FUCK ME! YES, YES! FUCK! FUCK! OH YES! I'M ABOUT TO CUM! 
I'M CUMMMING! I'M CUUMMMING NOW! YES!" 

I wrapped my arms around her to hold on to her bucking 
body. I felt myself ejaculating. It was a wonderful 
agony. I spewed what seemed like a pint of semen into 
Mom's cunt but my feelings were submerged in the 
earthquake that was Mom's orgasm. 

No more the rational, unemotional mother, she had become 
an almost violently sexual being. Her throat made 
involuntary sounds of pleasure. We lay quietly for a few 
moment. The Mom started moving again. My cock was still 
hard. Nothing beats teen aged endurance. She drive up 
and down on me, literally fucking herself with my penis. 
Her arms held me tight, hands on my ass, pulling me into 
her. Mom's body tensed and her muscles became as hard as 
boards. She shook. She screamed. She was having a second 
climax. I felt her cunt lock down around my cock, 
squeezing it so hard I couldn't stop from exploding. I 
came another time almost as violently as the first.

No more the rational librarian, she had become an almost 
violently sexual being. Her throat made involuntary 
sounds of pleasure. Mom's body tensed and her muscles 
became as hard as boards. I felt her cunt lock down 
around my cock, squeezing it so hard I couldn't stop 
from exploding. I came almost simultaneously with Mom. 

"You are filling me so full," she cried. "I love it. Now 
turn me over and come into me from behind. I really like 
it from behind. Fuck me like a doggie. I want to be 
fucked like a doggie."

Mom pulled off me and knelt on her hands and knees, 
exposing her lovely ass. She put my penis in her cunt 
and then pushed backward against me. I slipped right in 
and I could feel her cunt stretching to accommodate. I 
went all the way forward, in one slow even thrust, until 
I was up against her butt. Soon I was moving in and out 
like a piston. I wrapped my arms around her thighs. I 
could feel my balls squeezed between my body and her ass 
with each stroke.

"Yes, yes!" she cried. "Do it. FUCK ME!"
 
Mom's boobs were bouncing up and down in time with each 
thrust. I reached my hands around her back and grasped 
her dangling nipples clutching them and the soft flesh 
of the areolas between my thumbs and forefingers. I used 
them as reins to pull her body back and forth on my 
cock. I could feel my balls hit her ass every time I 
jerked her backward. I yanked on her breasts so hard I 
was afraid her nipples would be torn off. Mom leaned 
forward and I pulled her back tugging on her tits.

"Yes, squeeze my nipples. Pinch them! Pull my titties 
harder! Harder! Hurt me! I like it!"

I rode her so vigorously that I forced her down off her 
knees and into the bedspread beneath us.

"YES, YES, BABY! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! PULL MY TITTIES! 
HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER! YES!"

Within seconds she started rising to another shuddering 
climax. She began gasping and making inarticulate 
sounds, punctuating my thrusts with throaty moans of 
pleasure. 

"YES, YES, YES. OH GOD! YES, YES!" This time she really 
screamed as her whole body tensed and she shook to 
another orgasm. 

After more minutes of growing pleasure, Mom collapsed 
her arms and her head and shoulders were down on the 
bed, her butt sticking up. I felt the buildup and knew I 
was going to have a huge orgasm myself. 

I started pounding into her just a little bit harder. I 
pulled her tits, jerking her body back and forth. Mom 
screamed into the mattress and grabbed handfuls of 
sheets as I fucked. I felt Mom spasm and shudder. I was 
still holding onto Mom's nipples, pounding into her for 
all I was worth, immersed in my own feelings. My cock 
hadn't lost any of its stiffness and I kept driving in 
and out of Mom's tight cunt. 

I could feel the unbearable tension grow in my groin and 
I came again. Mom was having still another orgasm the 
way she was gripping the sheets and screaming into the 
mattress. I kept fucking as long as I could, Mom 
flailing about under me cumming over and over. 
Eventually I stopped, still on my knees, buried all the 
way inside. Mom just stayed where she was, breathing 
heavy and then fell forward, pulling me out of her in 
the process.
 
After we stopped breathing hard Mom shook her body, 
breasts swaying, pony tail whipping back and forth. A 
vision of loveliness, and, I might add, of totally 
satisfied sexuality. Neither of us said anything for a 
long time. She leaned over an planted a kiss on my still 
erect penis.

"I love your cock." Mom said, succinctly summing up the 
evening's events. She caressed it softly. "It's so nice 
and fresh."

Then Mom turned to me and spoke quietly. It was like 
opening the flood gates of a dam. She said things I 
never expected to hear from my normally reserved and 
objective mother. 

"Thank you, dear, for giving me such lovely orgasms. 
But, baby, we have to talk. I mean really talk about 
what happened. We committed incest. Mothers and sons 
should never make love to each other. It was all my 
fault. I should have stopped you but you were loving me 
so wonderfully that I couldn't. I don't want you to feel 
guilty about it.

"I'm embarrassed that you caught me masturbating but I 
have to do it to myself once in a while to keep from 
going crazy. Having my son see me naked, giving myself a 
climax makes what I have to say much easier. I can't 
hide anything. I know I shouldn't be talking about this 
but I have to tell someone or I will explode. You are 
almost an adult. After what we just did to each other 
I'm sure nothing I say will shock you. Hear me out. 
Forget that I'm your mother for a while and just think 
of me as a woman.

"I discovered sex when I was a young girl in boarding 
school. All of us lived in a dormitory. Boys on one 
floor, girls on another. I wanted to be a dancer. My 
life consisted of school work and dance practice. The 
dance teacher claimed that relieving sexual tension 
would help my performance. I didn't really believe that 
but the teacher insisted. She liked to cuddle me and 
touch me between the legs. It felt good so I let her. 
But after a few months she found a younger girl who was 
more compliant so she left me to my own devices.

"We had no TV in our dorm. When the lights went out the 
boys sneaked into the girl's quarters and crawled into 
our beds. It was our nightly amusement. I shared my body 
parts with most of the boys and girls in my dorm. We 
were very free with each other. After my first few 
fumbling attempts, I found that I really enjoyed sex. I 
lost my virginity at twelve and I didn't miss it one 
bit. I'm sure other boarding schools were just like 
mine. My childish evening climaxes relieved all the 
pressure of the day.

"I liked sex so much that I even thought that something 
was wrong with me. I had read about nymphomania in a 
woman's magazine. Perhaps I was a nymphomaniac. I 
worried a lot about wanting sex so frequently. But a few 
years later when I got to college my female health 
counselor assured me that many girls my age liked having 
sex. I was simply at the high end of the range and that 
I should be careful to make the boys wear condoms." 

"I majored in English but I continued my dance lessons. 
After I graduated I auditioned for several touring 
Broadway musicals and even got the role of the "Tits and 
Ass" girl in a summer production of "Chorus Line." The 
play's run lasted for six months and my tits and ass got 
plenty of exercise on and offstage.

"I liked to dance but I knew that not too many dancers 
worked regularly because there was too much competition. 
Musical theater was on the way out and young dancers 
were as common as summer flowers. Thanks to my degree in 
English I finally got a steady job with a book publisher 
as an assistant editor. 

"I was supposed to help fledgling authors clean up their 
prose. I was pretty good but my job became much easier 
when I decided to let the authors sleep with me. They 
didn't have to try very hard to get into my pants. I was 
very cooperative. It was a good way to get them to agree 
to my editorial changes in their manuscripts. In a way 
you can say that I fucked my way up the promotion 
ladder.

"You must think that I'm a loose woman. But I'm not. I'm 
a very moral person. I respect the sanctity of marriage 
and I try to be a good mother. It's just that I never 
lost my very high need for sex. In my defense, after I 
grew up I never slept with anyone I didn't respect. In 
the years after our marriage Dad and I were absolutely 
faithful to each other.

"During our marriage Dad and I made love almost every 
night. Dad worked hard. Sometimes he wasn't up to doing 
me. After all he was 20 years older than I was. So on 
those nights when he didn't have enough energy to fuck 
me Dad had me play with myself. He liked to watch me 
masturbate. I liked it too. It turned both of us on. 

"Dad would massage my breasts while I finger fucked 
myself. Then he would suck the juices off my wet 
fingers. He liked to watch me climax. After I climaxed 
he would lie between my legs and eat my cunt until I 
came again. I loved what he did to me. Dad and I were 
completely satisfied. We loved to fuck and we fucked 
because we were in love.

"After Dad died I couldn't contain my grief. Often I 
cried myself to sleep. I would touch my body in the way 
Dad had touched it, trying to pretend that he was there 
in bed with me. I felt that I could deny the fact of 
Dad's death by imagining that he was fondling me, 
believing that the more orgasms I gave myself, the 
closer he would be to me.

"My sexual drive stayed the same after Dad died but 
since I didn't have a man in my life I had to satisfy 
myself. I would often masturbate when you were in 
school, knowing that I had a few hours of privacy. If I 
needed a climax while I was working I would simply go to 
the staff restroom, lock myself in a stall and give 
myself a quick orgasm. I kept a lipstick sized vibrator 
in my purse for just such emergencies. I really missed 
the physical contact with another human being but 
masturbation was such an easy way to resolve tension.

"Mother's aren't supposed to be aroused by their sons 
nor sons by their mothers. But I was. When I washed you 
when you were young I would rub your little cock with a 
washcloth until it got stiff. I wondered what it would 
feel like in me.

"After you became a teen ager I even fantasized that 
your cock was in me when I masturbated. Or, at least 
that you were watching me "do" myself although I doubted 
that I would have ever displayed myself to you nude. 
That would have been improper. I know that you sneaked 
looks at me when I was dressing and I could see you get 
a hard on when I showed a little tit or leg. I would 
have loved to help you take care of your erection but I 
was afraid that I would shock you. Maybe cause 
irreparable psychological damage. At least that's what 
the child care books said.

"When you caught me "doing" myself yesterday the 
decision was made for me. You saw everything I had to 
offer. Naked tits, juicy cunt, fingers in my vagina - 
everything. You even saw me have a climax. Dad used to 
tell me that when I did myself I put on a great show. I 
hope you liked what you saw.

"I looked at your hard on when you were standing in the 
doorway and I wanted to tell you to stick your cock into 
me and finish me off. But I waited too long. Just 
knowing that you were watching me made me get too 
excited. I felt my legs get stiff and I came much 
quicker than I expected. Too quick. I had an orgasm 
before I could ask you to join me. Then you went to your 
room. It's too bad. I really was ready to have you fuck 
me then.

"I'm so happy that you found the courage to make love to 
me tonight. It's not something that I would have 
initiated. I felt that I was having a wonderful dream. 
Once you started to eat my pussy I knew that I wanted 
your cock inside me. I just had to put your penis in my 
vagina. It wasn't until I finally woke up that I 
realized that it wasn't a dream. My son was fucking me. 

"And I was fucking him. We were fucking each other. It 
felt so good. I knew that it was wrong but I couldn't 
make myself stop. I needed to have you make me cum. I'm 
so glad we finally fucked each other. So glad.

"I've pretty well adjusted to life as an almost middle 
aged matron. I don't want the complication of finding 
another husband and I don't like one night stands. But I 
desperately need sexual satisfaction. No one ever gave 
me climaxes like you did. Not even Dad. You were the 
best. I really want us to do it again.

"Let's not beat around the bush. Dad is dead but I'm 
still alive. I don't want to just satisfy myself. I 
would love to have you in my bed regularly. Of course I 
am your mother so what we will be doing is legally 
incest. The law says that mothers and sons shouldn't 
fuck each other. It is supposed to do bad things to the 
babies. But I don't think I can get pregnant any more so 
that shouldn't be a problem. After you were born I had 
my tubes tied.

"If you are willing to overlook the little legal 
technicality of incest, it will be a lot of fun. Things 
will be just as they were before. As far as anyone knows 
we will still be mother and son. No one need know that 
we have sex with each other.

"If you decide that you want to sleep with me again I 
promise to give everything I have to loving you. No 
holds barred. I know that I'm a great piece of ass just 
like Dad said. I've had plenty of experience. I've 
learned all the tricks. I may not look like a teen ager 
but I can make love better than anyone you are likely to 
meet for the next few years. If you decide to share my 
bed I'll be your piece of ass. I'll do whatever you 
want... in the bedroom.

"I just want you to give me climaxes like the ones I had 
tonight."You can make love to me any way you want. Any 
time you want. You can use my legs, tits and cunt as you 
will. I am all yours. You won't have to sneak looks at 
my boobies and try to see up my skirt anymore. It was 
obvious that you got erections when I sat close to you 
on the couch. Now when we are watching TV at night you 
can play with my titties and finger my clit while I give 
you a blow job.

"I know my legs are sexy. I have nice calves and firm 
thighs. I know you like them. I can see that your cock 
gets hard when I cross my legs in front of you. I used 
to do it deliberately to tease you. Now you can play 
with my legs as much as you like. You can lick all the 
way up my legs and feast on what's between them. I'll 
wrap my sexy legs around you when you fuck me. You can 
have all of me for real.

"I want to be a good mother and help you any way I can. 
I know young boys want variety. I don't want to 
monopolize you but finding the right girls takes a lot 
of time and effort and often is so disappointing. By 
loving me you won't have to worry about getting any of 
your partners pregnant or catching some disease. When 
you feel like masturbating over one of your teachers or 
classmates you can fuck me instead. 

"I don't expect 100% fidelity. I won't feel bad if you 
pretend that you are doing someone else. Even your big 
titted English teacher. I've seen the way you look at 
her at PTA meetings. When you handle my tits and make me 
climax you can pretend it is her. Even I think she is 
sexy. If I were a few years younger I might like to give 
her a try myself. I'll bet she screams a lot when she 
cums. But I won't make a move on her. I'll leave her for 
you. If you're lucky, that is. Remember, if you do get 
her into your bed, I would love a threesome.

"Don't be upset. I'm not a lesbian. It's just that women 
like to make love to other women too. I learned that 
when I was young. You didn't think that all those 
authors I worked with were men, did you? You don't have 
to be gay to realize that even women like to suck other 
women's tits. I've found that some women can give me a 
decent leg thrashing orgasm too. They know just where to 
touch me.

"Even if you pretend I'm someone else when you fuck me, 
it will be your cock in my cunt. You may imagine that 
you are making love to your dream girl but I'm the one 
that will have the orgasm. That is if you are willing to 
make love to a woman old enough to be your mother.

"I know that it can't last. Eventually you will find 
someone your own age. Or you may even get tired of me. 
But I hope that you will make love to me regularly until 
you go to college. Maybe even a few times when you come 
home on vacation. I have been keeping my libido in check 
for far too long.

"If you take me up on my offer we will have to be very 
discrete about it. You can never tell anyone what we do. 
And I guess we better shut the windows next time. I made 
enough noise to wake the neighbors. Now we both better 
get a couple of hours of sleep before I'm tempted to ask 
you to fuck me again. By the way, you are a great mother 
fucker."

And that's the story of how I started fucking my mother. 
Believe it or not.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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