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Loving Mom
by Anonymous Author (no address provided)

***

A high school senior describes how he started sleeping 
with his oversexed widowed Mom. (Fm, underage, inc, 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. She wore short skirts 
and revealed a lot of thigh when she sat at her desk. 

Her nipples always seemed erected, 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 
male teenage admirers.

I was just entering my senior year in high school. 
During lunchtime the guys talked about what it would be 
like to make love to older women. Many of us had already 
had 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 or even the more attractive 
mothers. We were discrete enough to exclude the mothers 
of people at the table although I knew that some of the 
guys lusted after my Mom. 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 park 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. Now 
she moonlighted as the research librarian at the local 
college just to keep busy.

In the years after Dad's death Mom and I became 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 found her close 
physical presence uncomfortable. Contact with Mom became 
embarrassing. I had frequent inappropriate erections. 
The basic problem was that I was sexually aroused by my 
own mother.

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 got 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 bare leg over the other, her calf, 
pressed over the opposite knee, made the most sensuous 
curve. Her thighs stretched the seams of her tight 
skirt. Even the soft sound that her legs made 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. 

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 the soaps. The screen showed a dark haired 
man and a blond woman fondling each other 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 the area between her legs. Her motions 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 the breast Mom was holding were 
wet, swollen and red as if she had been vigorously 
sucking on them. 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, then 
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. 
Releasing her breast she moved both hands to 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. The fingers of the 
other hand pulled and stroked her clitoris. I didn't 
know much about female masturbation but she was 
furiously finger fucking herself. 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 my God, I think I'm 
going to cum - - - Oh no! I'm not ready yet!" 

Her head jerked back. She seemed almost in a frenzy. 
Despite her stated reluctance to have a climax, Mom's 
hand flailed at her pussy, the fingers of driving deep 
into her vagina. Her hips rose to meet her hands as she 
reached a climactic peak.

She spasmed. Then cried, "No, no. Not yet, not yet! NO! 
I'M CUUMMMING! I'M CUUMMMING!"

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 tensed to what was an 
unexpected orgasm. Certainly it was one she hadn't 
anticipated having so soon. She moaned 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. 

Her face was turned to me, eyes open. 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 had happened 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. I simply had to see Mom's nude body 
again. 

Finally I heard the grandfather clock in the living room 
strike 3 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 another shower just before retiring and 
smelled of soap and water with a faint scent of jasmine. 
It was intoxicating. 

I wanted to see her naked body again, 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 
pussy. 

What if she should wake up? I touched her labia with my 
tongue, licked, softly at first, then a bit harder. 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 unbelievably sexy, 
both of us holding hands,  fingers playing with Mom's 
cunt. 

She stroked her own pussy lips and guided my mouth to 
her clitoris. Her labia swelled under our joint 
caresses. 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. It was truly 
cooperative cunt sucking. I had entered her room merely 
for a look, and perhaps a quick kiss. Yet here I was, 
eating her like I was consuming a gourmet meal.

Mom moved her hips gently as I mouthed 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 pressing it 
tightly into her cunt. 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. It was obvious to 
me that my oral attention to her pussy had given her an 
orgasm. Still she didn't seem fully awake.

We lay there for a few minutes without saying anything. 
Then Mom said softly, "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 almost went crazy thinking about 
seeing you and I had to see it again. I couldn't get the 
thought out of my mind. 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. She was still halfway 
between sleep and wakefulness. 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 stiffen and 
extend. The little bumps around the areola became more 
prominent. I latched on to her nipple like a baby and 
started sucking. It was warm and swollen and filed my 
mouth. 

I had A dim recollections of actually sucking milk out 
of that nipple but it seemed so long ago. I sucked, and 
tongued and even chewed her breast 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 large tits. My stiff 
penis rubbed its head against her swollen labia and 
clitoris. I could feel the vaginal lips getting wetter 
and wetter. We both moaned in pleasure. Then Mom put 
down her hand and guided 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! REALLY 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! FUCK ME HARDER! OH BABY FUCK ME, FUCK 
ME! YES, YES! FUCK me! FUCK me! OH YES! I'M ABOUT TO 
CUM! Oh god I'M CUMMMING! I'M CUUMMMING! YESSSS!"  

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 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 another time almost as violently 
as the first. Mom shuddered again, gripping me tightly 
with her legs.

We lay quietly for a few moments. Then Mom started 
moving again. My cock was still hard. Nothing beats teen 
aged endurance. With one motion she flipped me over. Mom 
was on top, driving 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 another climax.
 
Mom's boobs were bouncing up and down in time with each 
thrust. I  grasped her stiff nipples clutching them and 
the soft flesh of the areolas between my thumbs and 
forefingers. I used them as reins to pull her body up 
and down on my cock. I yanked so hard I was afraid her 
nipples would be torn off. 

"Yes, squeeze my nipples. Pinch them! Pull them.
 I like it!."

She screamed.

"YES! YES! BABY, FUCK ME! FUCK ME! PULL MY TITTIES!  
HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER! YESSSS!" 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! YESSSS! OH GOD! YES! YES!" This time she 
really screamed as her whole body tensed and she shook 
to another orgasm.

"You're 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 dog!"

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!" 

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 moved my hands to her dangling breasts grabbing 
fistfuls of breast meat. I pulled hard, jerking her body 
back and forth with her tits. Mom screamed into the 
mattress and grabbed handfuls of sheets as I fucked. I 
felt Mom spasm and shudder. 

I was 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. I never 
expected her to tell me so much of her personal self. I 
mean, all I was after was a quick view of her naked body 
and perhaps a touch or two. Instead I got fucked, sucked 
and drained. Much more than I ever expected in my 
wildest fantasy.  She said things I never expected to 
hear from my normally reserved and objective mother. She 
was pouring out her soul. It was like opening the flood 
gates of a dam.

"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.'

"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. 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 guess my fellow 
actors thought my solo song was an invitation to fuck 
me. I probably spent more time in bed than I did on 
stage.'

"I liked to dance but I knew that not too many dancers 
worked regularly because there was too much competition. 
Musical theater was in decline 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 at it 
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 let them. It was a good way to 
get egoistic authors to agree to my editorial changes in 
their manuscripts. Eventually I became head editor. In a 
way you can say that I slept my way up the promotion 
ladder."

'Dad was an executive with the same firm. We dated a 
couple of times. After our first night together we 
decided to get married. It was a quick decision but one 
we never regretted.' 

"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 there 
were nights when he didn't have enough energy to make 
love to me. But they weren't sexless. Dad had me play 
with myself. He liked to watch me masturbate. I liked to 
have him watch me do myself too. It turned both of us 
on. Dad would massage my breasts while I finger fucked 
myself. I was a compulsive sex talker. While I fingered  
my cunt I would give him a play by play description of 
the sensations we were giving to my body. 

I delighted in displaying my total sexuality to him. If 
he wasn't too tired I insisted that he hold me as I 
orgasmed. At least put his arms around me. I was 
certainly no novice at satisfying myself but having his 
arms hold me as I came lent a cooperative spice to my 
masturbation. Dad would lie there, cradling my body and 
watching while I played with my genitals, one hand 
stroking my pussy, the other clutching a full dangling 
breast.  

"Look at me, I'm doing it to myself. I'm fucking myself. 
I'm fucking myself. Isn't that great? I love doing... 
It's almost as good as having you fuck me. Oh, I'm going 
to make myself cum! Just a bit more... Yes! Yes... Look 
at me. I'm fucking my own cunt! I'm fucking ME! I'm 
cumming NOW!" 

I extended my legs in front of me.  My body squirmed and 
jerked as each sexual wave washed over me. My legs 
became tense as I toe danced my way to completion.

Dad liked to watch me climax and he enjoyed the verbal 
commentary on my feelings. He said that I was more 
entertaining than any actress on the Broadway stage. I 
was a treat to watch. After I had an orgasm he would lie 
between my legs and suck the juices off my wet pussy and 
eat my cunt until I came again. 

Sometimes my show was enough to make his cock get hard 
and he fucked me to still another climax despite his 
fatigue. I loved what we did to each other. 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 give myself an orgasm when you 
were in school. I knew that I had a few hours of 
privacy. If I needed a climax while I was working at the 
college library 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 such 
emergencies. I really missed the physical contact with 
another human being but masturbation was such an easy 
way to resolve tension."

"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 all years of our marriage Dad and I were faithful to 
each other."

"Mothers 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 pleasure myself although I 
doubt 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 masturbating yesterday the decision 
was made for me. You saw everything I had to offer. My 
naked tits, my juicy cunt, my fingers in my vagina - 
everything. You even saw me give myself 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 could see that you had an erection when you were 
standing in the doorway. I wanted to tell you to put 
your cock into me and finish me off. But I waited too 
long. Just knowing that you were watching me masturbate 
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. A 
dream where you ate my pussy and put your cock inside 
me. 

"It wasn't until I finally woke up that I realized that 
it wasn't a dream. I knew that it was wrong but it felt 
so good that I couldn't make myself stop. It was the 
realization of my fantasy. We were fucking each other. 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. I've even been 
tempted to let some of those horny professors and 
graduate students at the college have a go at me. I know 
that many of them come over to my desk and ask me 
questions so they can ogle my tits. 

"Once in a while they ask me to get a book on a high 
shelf so they can look at my legs while I'm on a ladder. 
Often they came over to steady the ladder making sure to 
put a hand on my thigh or ass. It would have been so 
easy to feign a slip and have one of my admirers catch 
me in his arms, take me to the back room and fuck the 
hell out of me amid the book stacks. But I never gave 
into my impulses."

"Let's not beat around the bush. I loved Dad dearly but 
he is dead. I'm still alive. I don't want to just 
satisfy myself. No one ever fucked me like you did. I 
don't believe I ever came so hard. I really want us to 
do it again.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 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."

'I don't expect you to take over Dad's role in our 
household. You are my son. I'll still cook dinner and 
see that the house is clean. And I'll probably continue 
to nag you about doing your homework and combing your 
hair when you go out. I'll be just Mom until bedtime. 
The only difference will be in our sleeping 
arrangements. After the lights go out I want you to stop 
thinking of me as Mom. Think of me as a sex starved 
woman who needs to be fucked until she can't stand. I 
don't expect every night to be like tonight but my cunt 
needs plenty of action.'

"If you are willing to sleep with me I'll do whatever 
you want in the bedroom. 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. You can fuck me in my cunt or in my rear. You 
can tittie fuck me. I can give you blow jobs while you 
eat me out. The kinkier the better. No holds barred.'

"I know my legs are attractive. They probably are my 
best feature. I still have dancer's legs with nice 
calves and firm thighs. I can see that you like them. 
Even now your cock gets hard when I cross my legs in 
front of you and give you a glimpse up my skirt. I used 
to do it deliberately when you were younger to tease 
you. I don't know why I did it. Probably just to prove 
to myself that I still had sex appeal. Dad, on the other 
hand, liked my tits. He said I had classic breasts, 
worthy of the Venus de Milo. Of course mine are much 
softer.'

Mom put her hands around her breast and raised it to me. 
It was as large half a melon with a rapidly stiffening 
nipple in the center. The dark pink areola covered most 
of the end. Her fingers drifted to the end and rolled 
her nipple making it even stiffer. 

'Look at my boobies. They are still firm. Dad loved them 
so. And I must confess, I like to suck my own breasts 
myself. I guess you missed that part when you saw me 
masturbating. I don't even have to bend my head to get 
my boob to my mouth.'

Mom raised a breast to her mouth and enfolded the nipple 
and areola in her lips. The room was light enough for me 
to see her cheeks hollow and swell as she sucked herself 
vigorously.

'I do love sucking my own titties. But my legs are 
pretty nice too. What do you think? Leg or breast?'

She extended her long legs and rolled back and forth on 
the bed, giving me an excellent view. They were lovely 
indeed. Full tapered thighs, narrowing at the knee, then 
expanding into well developed calves. 

'I sound like I'm offering you a slice of Thanksgiving 
turkey instead of me. If you decide to sleep with me you 
can have your fill of both legs and tits. You won't have 
to choose. When we are alone you can love my body in any 
way you like. I am all yours. You won't have to sneak 
looks at my boobies and try to see up my skirt anymore. 

'You can play with my legs or my tits as much as you 
like. You can suck and chew my sensitive titties. You 
can wrap your hands around my sexy calves and kiss the 
inside of my soft thighs. You can lick my legs all the 
way up and feast on what's between them.' 

'When we are watching TV at night you can put your hand 
in my blouse and play with my titties. If the movie 
isn't particularly good I can give you a blow job or you 
can finger my cunt and watch me cum. I'll probably put 
on a better show than what's on TV. Or you can simply 
fuck me. That should be much more interesting than most 
movies.'

"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 girl 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 when you make 
love to me. Even your big-titted English teacher. I've 
seen the way you look at her at PTA meetings. I think 
she is sexy too. She has nice legs but I think my 
breasts are bigger. If I were a few years younger I 
might like to give her a try myself. I'd love to get my 
hands and mouth on her. 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 play with 
other women's tits and eat their cunts. I've found that 
some women can give me decent orgasms 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 and your hands on my 
tits. You may imagine that you are making love to your 
dream girl but I'm the one that will have the climax. 
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. Remember that I'm still your mother 
except when we are in bed together. 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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