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A Long (Life) Time Coming
by ljdoofus75 (ljdoofus75@gmail.com)

***

A Son's obsession with his mother, clouds his entire 
life. Will his obsession ever be fulfilled? (MF, Mm, MM, 
nc, rp, bi, 1st, oral, anal, inc)

***

Unless you're an alien life form, and if you are, then 
"Welcome" each of us is here because of the collision 
between our mother's egg with our father's sperm. In 
case you didn't know, that's how it works. 

Over her lifetime, your mom will only produce three 
hundred and fifty fertilizable eggs out of a possible 
three hundred thousand, so you are just one of her many 
possibilities. While your father, on the other hand, 
produces over five hundred billion sperm. Yes, that's 
Billions with a 'B' if only it was cash. 

Our journey begins with this impact like a meteor 
hitting a planet. While some planets explode and return 
to comic dust, others remain intact. If we're lucky, we 
gestate in the safety and comfort of our mother's womb 
unconcerned with daily life around us until we become 
too great a parasite to remain. 

We are expelled into the world kicking and screaming at 
our loss of security because now we're immersed in a 
strange new place with over seven billion similar 
creatures all looking for their identity in the faceless 
crowd. It's should be apparent that your safe arrival is 
a happenstance of galactic proportions. You, this 
individual, are the winning lottery ticket and then 
some.

You grow in your little (or big) family unit. Each 
taught and influenced by our parental units – Mom and 
Dad, two Moms, two Dads, single Mom or single Dad, and 
then there's siblings. You develop habits and tendencies 
that will be with you for life because in your family, 
that's just how we do things. To you, your family is 
'normal'. It's everyone else's family that's weird. That 
premise holds no matter if you're raised in a home of 
saints, sinners or serial killers. It's your 'normal'.

That is, until you have that first sleep over at Joey's 
or Janie's house, you're exposed to their 'normal'. They 
eat in front of the TV. We never do that. They cuss and 
swear. We never fucking do that. They go to church. God 
forbid that we do that. You begin to wonder and 
question. Is my 'normal' OK? Is my normal 'normal'? 
Maybe not consciously, but it happens on some level. 

It must be something in our DNA that then makes us begin 
to categorize people into various groups – boys, girls, 
black, white, brown, tall, short, smart, stupid, 
whatever. If you're doing that, imagine that everyone 
around you is doing it, too, so you can conceive of all 
the different iterations available. Every permutation 
will have that individual's 'normal' as an overlay to 
bring it into their focus. No wonder things are so 
fucked up with seven billion different ideas of 
'normal'.

In our household, the bathroom door was never closed 
except during a certain bodily function. It was 'normal' 
to see Mom or Dad peeing or bathing. It just wasn't ever 
thought to be a big deal. It was our 'normal' unless we 
had company.

My earliest recollection of Mom's and Dad's sexuality 
came from a trip to the potty. Their door was open and I 
heard my Mommy making noises like she was having trouble 
breathing. I stood in the doorway and watched as my 
Dad's shape rose and fell on her.

I distinctly remember saying, "Daddy, please don't hurt 
Mommy." 

Her voice reassured me replying, "Everything is OK. 
Daddy isn't hurting me. Go back to bed."

After that, my potty trips always required a pause and 
listen at their door. Sometimes I would hear their 
noises and it always sounded like Mommy was breathless, 
but her initial reply had belayed my fears. 

Those incidents must have spurred my sexuality even at 
that young age because afterward, I was aware and 
interested in things of a sexual nature. I didn't know 
they were sexual, but I was just interested in them. You 
know how most boys around four or five have a phase of 
continually holding that small appendage that resides 
between their legs. I don't think I ever out grew that. 
I knew that that thing was something that identified me, 
made me special and provide a great deal of pleasure 
when it was rubbed.

My room was adjacent to my parents' bedroom. If I 
couldn't sleep, I'd listen for their noises. I didn't 
understand the meaning of the words they said, but they 
sounded excited to say them. Most nights were 'normally' 
pierced with their clamor. 
Dad worked two jobs to make extra money for special 
things for our family. He had a Monday through Friday 
job and one that he worked on weekends. 

I can't pinpoint the exact moment this ritual began, but 
it was sometime before kindergarten. If I heard Dad 
leave for work, I would get out of my bed and join Mom 
in hers. She'd be asleep or so I thought. She was so 
pretty and to me was the 'real' sleeping beauty. 

I distinctly remember the first time I slipped into her 
bed. For some reason, I lifted the sheet up high and 
looked down. Her nightie was bunched up around her 
waist. I saw the V between her legs. It was covered with 
hair. It looked so soft, mysterious and forbidden. I 
wondered what was hiding in there. 

It became a constant question in my mind from that day 
on. Every time I would sneak into her bed, her nightie 
was always gathered above her waist. This was my 
'normal' until I was fourteen.

*****

When Dad worked late, Mom would ask me to take a bath 
with her. She'd have me stand in the tub as she washed 
my peepee and little balls. 

She'd pull the skin covering the tip back and say, "We 
need to keep this clean." I loved the feel of her soapy 
fingers as they slid up and down my micro shaft and 
around the flare of my little dick. I always got stiff 
when she did that.

She'd have me turn around and soap up my ass. Her hands 
slipped over my alabaster butt as the suds built up.

She'd take both hands and spread my cheeks and say, "We 
need to clean in here, too. If you don't, you can get a 
rash."

She'd slide her index finger up and down between my 
cheeks then it would stop and circle around my little 
brown muscle. Not every time, but every once and a 
while, she'd push her little finger inside me. It 
tickled, but felt good, too.

Now, it was my turn to wash her. I'd take the soap bar 
and rub it on her titties. 

She'd say, "Make lots of suds, son." 

Her skin was so smooth, soft and white. She'd instruct 
me to use both on my hands and make circles. She always 
wanted me to make sure the pointy things in the middle 
were real clean. They seemed to get bigger when I washed 
them.

She'd usually be sitting Indian style, so when I looked 
down, I could see her black curly hair covering 
something pink that was squarely between her legs. She 
didn't have a peepee like me.

After washing her, I'd sit down and sometimes she'd take 
my foot and put it between her legs. 

She'd say, "Sam, wiggle your toes."

Being a good son, I did what she asked. I remember the 
feel of her hair on my toes and its softness as the 
water sloshed about. She'd move my foot around while I 
kept jiggling my toes. 

When she'd stop biting her lips and breathing hard, we 
get out and dry each other off. Our communal bathing was 
our 'normal' until I started growing hair down there.

*****

It was summer, and not like today, where everyone is so 
paranoid about leaving their kids by themselves, so I 
often found myself alone during the summer. For god's 
sake, my parents both worked and there weren't day care 
for kids in my social strata. I was beginning puberty, 
but always interested in my dick and the pleasure it 
provided. I was naοve, but adventurous. One afternoon, 
my running buddy, Billy, was off with his mom somewhere, 
so I was basically, kind of wandering the streets just 
looking in the stores trying to kill time until supper.

I saw a car parked by the alley and its headlights 
blinked a couple times. Maybe the guy sitting in it 
needed help I thought to myself. Maybe he was hurt or 
something. I went over to investigate further. Once I 
was standing next to his car door, I saw that his pants 
were unzipped and he had this HUGE hard dick. Well, it 
was huge compared to mine. 

You see, Billy and I had a game where we would play with 
each other until we got boners. It was 'normal' for us, 
two curious young boys. I couldn't stop staring at his 
HUGE stiff dick. I wondered if it felt different from 
mine or Billy's. I wanted to touch it.

I'm sure the man in the car had never had anyone stop 
and just stare at his cock before. He seemed a little 
surprised at my actions. He asked, "Do you want a ride?"

Even though Mom and Dad had warned me about accepting 
rides from strangers, I answered, "Sure." 

I don't think that kids really know who strangers are. 
In my mind, they were some hideously disfigured person 
like one of the monster in the horror movies I watched. 
This guy looked like an older version of my Dad. No 
monster there. Besides, I was always outgoing, so I 
don't think I knew any strangers. I wasn't afraid just 
really curious about what I was seeing.

I walked around his car and got in the passenger side. 
As soon as I did, my eyes were glued to his erection.

He asked, "Do you want to touch it?"

Before I could stop myself, I said, "Yeah." My left-hand 
reached out and my fingers slowly folded around his 
shaft. A jolt, of what I know now to be sexual energy, 
coursed through my body. It was the most awesome feeling 
of my short life. The man let out a stifled groan.

"That feels really good. Just keep holding it until I 
stop. OK?" he said.

"Oh, yes, I can do that," was my reply.

He drove a couple miles from downtown to a residential 
area. He said, "You need to duck down in the seat so no 
one can see you." I did.

He turned onto a dead-end street and into the long 
curved drive at the end. The driveway ended behind his 
house. He stopped the car and told me to stay down until 
he parked in the garage. He zipped up and opened the 
garage door. Once the garage door was closed, I got out. 
There was a connecting door to the house. We entered. 

The house didn't have a womanly scent or feel about it. 
You know that lingering of perfume or dainty knick 
knacks on the shelves of the bookcase. We ended up in a 
large living room with picture frame block paneling. 

In his living room, I saw a movie projector and a 
screen. I plopped down on his sofa wondering what was 
next. I was excited. He asked, "Do you want a soda?"

"Yeah, that'll be great. Thank you," I responded. Mom 
would have been proud of my manners.

A couple minutes later, he returned with two drinks. I 
took a sip. Mine tasted a little funny, but I could tell 
it was mostly cola. 

He asked, "Would like to see my cock again?"

"Yes, I would." 

"To be fair, I think you should show me yours, too." He 
answered.

I thought to myself, I hope my little dick isn't a 
disappointment to him. When I started to take off my 
clothes, so did he. We stood there, both naked, staring 
at each other – me staring at his cock and him looking 
at my dick. Doing that made me feel so excited, grown up 
and a little nasty like when I saw my Dad's cock in the 
bathroom, but it was never hard and sticking straight 
out like this. This wasn't a 'normal' thing at my house, 
but it seemed 'normal' to Chester, so who was I to judge 
like they say, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do."

Well, we were both standing there just looking at each 
other. I was anxious and I guess so was Chester. I'm 
sure I was the first young man that had ever come to his 
house to look at his cock and he really didn't know what 
to do with me or should I say to me.

He said, "Let's sit on the sofa and you can touch it 
again if you want."

I replied with my unbounded eagerness, "Oh, yes, I do 
want to touch it."

He asked, "Do you want me to touch yours?"

"Yes, please," I replied.

We sat there fondling each other. I played with his cock 
and he played with my dick. I couldn't call mine a cock 
at that age. I'm sure he was as ecstatic as I was. I was 
holding a grown man's cock in my hand and it felt 
wondrous. As my hand moved over its surface, my 
sensations were in overdrive. I loved feeling its heat, 
bigness, smoothness and hardness. Suddenly, Chester 
moaned and hot stuff shot out of his cock coating my 
hand, himself and the floor. I'd never seen anything 
like that and leapt from the sofa. 

I was dumbfounded and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to 
hurt you."

He answered, "No, that's alright. It was beautiful. 
That's what normally happens. Maybe I should take you 
back now."

"I think so," I agreed. I felt reassured that I hadn't 
hurt him. I thought to myself, he said that's what 
normally happens. Did he mean just his cock or would my 
dick do that too?

We got our clothes on and once in the car, he asked me 
to lie down again until we were several miles from his 
home. 

He gave me his phone number and said, "If you ever want 
to do this again, call me, but under no circumstances, 
tell anyone about this – never. They wouldn't 
understand. OK?" 

He leaned in and kissed my lips. I was shocked because 
no man had ever kissed me like that. My Dad would give 
me a peck, but it was nothing like Chester had just 
done. I got out and headed for home. It was almost 
supper time and Mom would be looking for me.

*****

I only lasted about two weeks before my curiosity and 
lust got the better of me. I called Chester. He 
suggested that we meet at the park about four blocks 
away from my house. I was excited and could hardly wait 
to see his car drive up.

I opened the passenger door and slid in. When we got 
close to his house, he again asked me to duck down in 
the seat so no one would see me. Once the garage door 
was close, I bounded out and entered his house. I headed 
straight for the living room. It was liked I'd been 
there a thousand times already and I had in my 
imagination.

He said, "Let's watch a movie."

"Ok," I answered.

He started the movie and sat next to me on the sofa. 
There were two guys and a girl. They talked for about 
thirty seconds and then began taking off all their 
clothes. My little dick was squirming in my pants. I'd 
never seen anything like that before, but after one of 
the guys began shoving his dick into the girl, the 
motion they were doing was just like I remembered seeing 
Mom and Dad doing. 

The girl was making noises that sounded a lot like Mom's 
babble. I don't know why, but that just made my dick get 
harder. Chester put his arm around me and gave me a hug. 
He lightly kissed my cheek. He hugged me again and then 
he kissed my lips.

"Do you want to take your shirt off?" He questioned. Of 
course, I did. He took his shirt off, too.

He hugged me again and played with my nipples. It 
tickled and felt great especially when he leaned over 
and licked them.

"Would you mind taking off your pants?" he asked. Of 
course, I didn't. I took them off and he took his pants 
off, too.

My dick was straining at my briefs when he asked, "Would 
you take your underwear off?" I was naked in the blink 
of an eye. My dick was sticking straight out like Mom 
had just washed it. His was too.

We sat down and began touching each other. His cock felt 
awesome. It was so warm like holding a hot piece of 
sausage. We watched as one of the guys in the movie 
began sucking the other one's cock. I'd never thought of 
doing that. 

Chester asked, "Can I do that for you?"

"Yeah, sure, that'll be great." I answered.

His mouth and tongue began sending me to heaven. I'd 
never felt anything like that in my life. It was 
incredible and he was really good at it. I came in a 
minute or two. It was 'dry', but extremely intense, much 
better than what Billy and I had been doing.

We sat there for a couple more minutes just watching the 
movie.

I couldn't help myself and asked, "Can I do yours?" I 
thought to myself, "Please say yes."

"OK, but only if you really want to do it. I don't want 
you to feel forced."

"Yes, I really want to do it." I replied.

"You know it'll shoot stuff out like the guys in the 
movie. Is that OK?"

"Yes, yes, I want to taste it." I quickly replied.

"Well, if you really want to do it. Ok then. I don't 
want to think you were forced to do it. It's OK if you 
don't want to do it."

"No, no, I really, really want to do it." I reassured 
him.

I opened my mouth and slipped it over his cock. It was 
so big. Chester began giving me instructions on how to 
do it, how to use my tongue, watch out for those teeth. 
I'm sure his pleasure was more an ethereal one because I 
was a novice of the first degree as it filled my mouth. 
I don't think I was very good at it, but he came almost 
as quickly as I had. I remember his taste and warmth on 
my tongue. How it felt having his cock filling my mouth 
and then filling it with his juice. 

I get hard every time I recall that episode. His cum was 
thick and salty and a different flavor from anything I'd 
ever tasted before. I wanted to please him, to feel 
grown up and like I'd seen the guys in the movie do, I 
swallowed as much of his gift as possible. Most of it 
made it to my stomach, but the rest was everywhere – his 
legs, my chin and chest, the sofa.

We met weekly for fun and training. Chester had a large 
collection of porn movies and magazines. There were all 
kinds – guys together, girls together, boys and girls 
together, everything you could imagine and some that I 
couldn't, but enjoyed watching. Chester taught me all 
about gay sex, but he didn't neglect straight sex 
either. I was getting a well-rounded top-notch sex 
education. This was my 'new normal''.

After a couple weeks, I got up my nerve and showed Billy 
how to suck a cock. He was more excited about it than I 
was. He asked, "How do you know how to do this?"

I introduced him to Chester.

*****

After Chester, Billy and I were having sex regularly, I 
began to notice Mom even more than before. She always 
seemed to be flashing me by letting her bathrobe slip 
open, lingering a little longer in the bath, or 
spreading her legs a little wider when I snuck into her 
bed after Dad left for work. I was fully into puberty 
and horny constantly. I'd probably have fucked a hole in 
the ground if it would have gotten me off. From watching 
Chester's movies, I knew how to have sex with a woman, 
but I had never had any real contact with any female 
other than my Mom. 

One Saturday morning, I was fourteen and I found myself 
in her bed with my head under the covers. I couldn't 
help but stare at that dark, mysterious patch of hair 
between her legs. By now, I knew what was down there, 
but I'd never seen one close up and I wanted to. My hand 
unconsciously found my hard cock and I began to lightly 
stroke myself. I'd done this discretely many times 
before while lying beside her, but this time, I did it 
two strokes too long. Cum blasted out of my cock all 
over her bare thigh. Oh, man, I was in deep shit.

Mom slowly turned her head and looked directly into my 
frighten eyes. I knew I was fucked and not in the good 
way. In my mind, I could feel my Dad's belt on my ass 
and I'd be grounded for life. 

I was amazed when she smiled and said calmly, "I 
understand what you're going through and you're doing a 
lot of growing right now. This is one of the things that 
can happen. I'm not mad at you, Son."

She slowly moved closer. I thought she was going to kiss 
my forehead. She kissed my lips. It was soft, gentle and 
loving. Her tongue began slithering between my lips. I 
was hard again. My brain's state was pure unconstrained 
euphoria. After spending my entire life looking at her, 
I wanted her. I wanted to fuck her. 

My hand instinctively found her warm full breast as I 
squeezed it through her nightie. Her lips parted as she 
moaned with acceptance and her tongue probed deeper into 
my mouth. I thought to myself, "This is it. IT'S GONNA 
HAPPEN." Imagine my emotions when she sighed and removed 
my hand from her breast. 

She looked into my eyes again and said, "I understand 
your feelings, but you can't come in my bed anymore. 
Don't worry …. I won't tell your Dad. This'll be our 
secret." She kissed my cheek saying, "You need to go 
now."

I crawled out of bed, cock still hard, brain in a total 
state of confusion and headed back to my bedroom to 
abuse myself. What had just happened? Well, whatever it 
was it was over and that 'normal' part of my life had 
ended.

From then on my glimpses of her seemed to last longer 
and longer, they didn't feel like the brief looks I'd 
had before. They were more like exposures, letting me 
see her lovely breast, looking so soft and supple, her 
hard nipples so suckable, a glimpse of her fur even 
seeing her naked after showering. When our eyes met, 
she'd smile coyly at me, but never a spoken word. 

I was our resident 'Peeping Tom' and a silent 
acknowledgement existed between us that I could look but 
not touch. My cock was in constant turmoil if puberty 
wasn't bad enough. It was torture. She was continually 
in my thoughts and no amount of self-abuse helped. That 
was my 'new normal'.

*****

Mom and Dad split up when I was seventeen. By then, I 
had been with several women if you can call a seventeen 
year-old girl, a woman. From Chester's sexually 
education training, I knew how to please them orally and 
with my cock, too, but Dad's leaving was hard on both of 
Mom and I. 

The divorce seemed to make Mom even more brazen in 
exposing herself to me. I began reciprocating by wearing 
nothing but my boxer underwear around the house. 
Sometimes, I'd catch her looking at my cock's head as it 
slipped from under the cotton leg opening. I knew she 
enjoyed tormenting me with her body. She knew I lusted 
for her. I abused myself nightly thinking about her in 
the next room naked with no cock to her void. That was 
my 'new normal'.

After I turned eighteen, she started dating. This one 
evening, she came home very drunk. Her clothes were 
disheveled, her hair was a matted mess, her makeup was 
smeared and she smelled like cum. If anyone knew what 
cum smelled like, it was I. She flopped on the sofa. I 
was in my boxers. I didn't know what she needed, but I 
knew she needed something. I sat down and hugged her. 

She began sobbing and saying, "I'm such a slut. Guys 
just want to use you for their needs." Her head nestled 
into my shoulder. I knew what she was saying.

As I hugged her more tightly trying to better console 
her, she raised her head and kissed me. It was a 
deliciously long, wet, deep French kiss. My mind was a 
blur and I unconsciously squeezed her breast. Her hand 
fell to my lap and she squeezed my cock. I was 
instantaneously hard and wanted her with all my soul. I 
felt the touch of her delicate fingers as she began to 
stroke my manhood. 

I slipped my hand under her skirt. She was panty-less 
and was dripping wet and sticky with his and her cum. I 
knew this was finally going to be it when my lust for 
her would be satisfied.

As quickly as it began, she pulled away saying, "No, 
this isn't right. I'm sorry for being a bad Mom." She 
went upstairs to her bedroom. I heard the door close.

I was hard, confused again and unsatisfied. I jacked off 
twice slurping up my seed. I was angry at her and myself 
for letting this happen again. Sleep didn't come that 
night.

*****

The next several days, we barely spoke. I guess she was 
either ashamed or mad at how far things had gone. I knew 
I was just mad that it hadn't gone further. I couldn't 
get that night out of my mind. It was on a continuous 
loop that played in my consciousness even though I was 
actively doing something else. Five days later, I was 
naked lying on my bed in my darkened bedroom just slow 
stroking my cock and thinking about how getting my cock 
sucked felt so good. 

My door began to open. Light streamed in like rapid 
sunrise. It was Mom. She stood in the doorway wearing a 
black sheer nightie. Her body was silhouetted by the 
hallway light. It was like the scene from "My Dad 
Married an Alien", where Kim Bassinger stands in a 
doorway. She looked so hot. My sex-o-meter was 
instantaneously erect.

My hand froze mid-stroke. My mouth opened to say 
something, but before an utter could be released, she 
said.

"Quiet! Don't say a word." She demanded in a low, firm 
voice. She approached my bed.

Leaning down, she kissed me with the most sensuous kiss 
I've ever received. It was like a feather being raked 
over my lips, soft, tender and loving initially, but 
then her tongue began a frenzied search for my 
epiglottis. My tongue reciprocated. Her hand replaced 
mine. The kissing went on for an eternity and I loved 
every second of it. Her hand was gently squeezing my 
cock as her tongue work its magic in my mouth. The 
kissing stopped.

Like an apparition, her head drifted toward my pleasure 
organ and her lips placed a succulent kiss on the tip. I 
was in orbit. Her tongue made a couple laps around my 
circumference before enveloping me with her oral warmth. 
There was no movement just the warmth of her mouth. Time 
was standing still. I nearly came from the experience. 

Her talented tongue began swirling around my head, 
licking my shaft until it was fully coated with her 
spit. She was drooling with anticipation when she 
stopped. "Oh god, no, please don't stop now." I thought.

She straddled me holding my stiff meat in one hand and 
with the other opening herself to me. She lowered 
herself onto my throbbing cock. The feeling of her inner 
warmth slowly enveloping me was overwhelming. It's a 
feeling I'll never forget. She began to slowly rise and 
impale herself on me. 

My head was spinning with the event of a lifetime. I 
said, "I'm glad I've already cum once."

She laughed and replied, "Shut up and fuck me."

I pulled her to my chest and rammed my cock deep into 
her pumping like this would never happen again. As I 
came, I tried to push my cock through the top of her 
skull as I tried to get myself back into her womb. I'd 
never felt anything that that before. It was 
indescribable such that tears of elations began running 
down my cheek. I felt hers drip on my chest. I held her 
in my arms tightly with my cock squirming inside her 
warmth. A lifetime of desire and lust at last fulfilled.

My every nerve was screaming and aware of the slightest 
stimulation. It was such a significant emotional event 
that every instant, caress, sound and scent of that 
scene is burnt into my memory like a slow motion car 
wreck. During that encounter, time moved as if I was in 
an alternate universe. I wanted it to last forever.

After a few minutes, she rolled to my side, lightly 
kissed my lips and walked out. As quickly as it had 
begun, it was over.

We never spoke about that night or what happened.

*****

I went off to the university on scholarship and got a BA 
and MA. During semester and summer breaks, I stayed at 
home to save money. It seemed the older I got the more 
Mom would exposed herself to me. She'd let her bathrobe 
slip open – showing me her tits with hard nipples; 
sitting in a short skirt with her legs parted – showing 
me her wet panties; standing the bathroom doorway naked 
– showing me what I couldn't touch. That was our 
'normal'.

When I would approach her and try to hug her, she would 
push me away. I was going fucking insane and my cock was 
getting calloused from the constant beatings especially 
when she'd come home a mess. I knew she'd been fucking 
someone, but not me.

During finals week, I was exempted from taking the two 
finals on the final day before classes were dismissed. 
After getting my stuff all packed up and driving home, 
it was about 8 pm when I pulled into our driveway. My 
arrival was two days earlier than expected. 

I wanted to surprise Mom so I quietly opened the door. 
Once inside, the house was dark except for the living 
room. I heard groaning and moaning emanating from there. 
I creep toward the sounds and stood in the doorway. It 
was like I'd been punched in the stomach. Mom was naked 
on all four with a guy fucking her slit while she sucked 
the other's cock. I couldn't help but watch for a 
second. Both those cocks were cover with Mom's natural 
liqueurs – oral and cunt. 

I was kinda in a trance and didn't know what to do or 
say. The guy being sucked saw me and pointed my way. The 
guy fucking her stopped and looked over his shoulder. He 
pulled out and walked in my direction. 

He said, "Do you like what you're seeing?" 

By force of habit, I glanced down at his cock. The other 
guy had taken a position behind me. He pulled my arms 
behind my back and his knees pushed on the back of my 
knees, which caused me to collapse to the floor. Now, I 
was staring directly at this cock. It glistened with my 
Mom's juices as it stared back.

Mom blurted out, "Don't hurt him."

"I won't hurt him. I'll bet he wants to know what his 
Mom's cunt tastes like. Don't you?"

I didn't get a chance to answer because he grabbed my 
head with both hands as his cock moved toward my lips. 
He rubbed his head across my lips. My nostrils were 
picking up Mom's scent. Instinctively, my lips parted 
and he slid his meat into my mouth. In that instant, I 
had the two things I coveted most – my Mom and a hard 
cock. My tongue began pleasing the thing in my mouth 
while savoring Mom's cum.

"Wow! He's just as good a cocksucker as his mom."

The guy holding my arms said, "I wonder if he's as good 
a fuck, too."

He pulled down my pants and underwear while I sucked the 
other guy. He rammed his cock up my ass.

"His ass is tighter than his Mom's. I'm goin' to be 
cumming soon."

I couldn't help it. My cock began to dribble 
uncontrollably.

"Look he likes it. What a fag. I bet he gets ass—fucked 
regularly by his college buddies."

The guy fucking my ass shoved his cock deep into my 
recesses and filled me as the one in my mouth fire his 
load down my throat.

"Why don't you be a good boy and go upstairs while we 
finish fucking your mom."

I limped upstairs to my room and slammed the door as 
hard as I could. I threw myself on my bed with the 
images of Mom seeing me wantonly taking those men. Now 
they were downstairs fucking her brains. She was still a 
trim good-looking woman with nice curves even in her 
forties. 

Thirty minutes later I heard the front open and close. 
Soon afterward, my door opened and Mom took her place 
next to me. She was wearing her bathrobe with nothing 
underneath.

"Are you OK? I'm sorry that happened to you and you had 
to see me like that. I didn't expect you home until 
tomorrow night." She explained.

My emotions were raw and I looked at the object of my 
desires saying, "Yes, I'll live. Mom, I know you know I 
love you and by love, I mean 'Love' in the sense that a 
man and a woman love each other. I've wanted to have you 
as long as I can remember – my whole lifetime and we did 
it once years ago. It was right here on this bed; we 
fucked each other; we both came; we both loved it; we 
both cried.

"Since then, you've been teasing me for six years, but 
when I try to touch you, you pull or push me away. You 
have to know that I still want you in the most 
undeniable way. Why is it that you're willing to fuck 
and suck any Tom, Dick or Harry that comes along but not 
me?"

I looked into her eyes as tears begin to well up. Soon 
they were streaking down her cheeks as she began to sob. 

Between the sniffing, she confessed, "Son, I have always 
wanted to have sex with you. I do mean ALWAYS. Don't 
think badly of me, but it began when you were a month 
old. While I was changing your diaper, I couldn't stop 
looking at your precious little penis. I don't know what 
came over me, but I had to suck it. Once I felt you 
inside my mouth, the most erotic feeling I'd ever felt 
in my life crashed over me. I shocked myself and 
released you after a few seconds. I couldn't believe I'd 
done that. I vowed that it would never happen again."

"But it was too late. You were a sexual being to me from 
that day on. As hard as I tried, I couldn't help myself 
from seeing you in a sexual light. I didn't want to 
destroy the Mother and son bound we had and I didn't 
want to take advantage of you at that age. I'm such a 
bad mother."

"No, no, you're not. I love you and always will love 
you, Mom." I said as I put my arm around her.

"You know the reason I let you see me was because it 
satisfied my 'unnatural' sexual desire for you and kept 
me from doing other things. I know it must've been hard 
on you all those years."

"It seemed so cruel to me back then, but I kinda 
understand what you mean, but what about these other 
men?" I asked.

"I have these needs. I really enjoy sex, so I guess 
you'd say I'm scratching an itch."

"Well, I'm not your 'little boy' anymore. I'm a man. I 
know what I want and calling our feelings for each other 
'unnatural' is a cop-out."

We continued our conversation sharing all the pent up 
feelings from over the years. We talked for over an hour 
of point – counterpoint, each of us making our case.

The conversation hit a lull as we had exhausted our 
mental lists. Her head turned toward me. When she wet 
her lips, I leaned in and kissed her. That kiss was one 
of the several throughout my life that I distinctly 
remember. It was different from the first sexual kiss 
those years before. This one was purely loving. 

Gone was the sense of shame, fear and desperation. There 
was no underlining feeling that IT had to happen. It was 
just simple pure love as we shared our love for each 
other. She tasted so sweet like I imagine the essence of 
life nectar tastes.

Soon our hands began to explore each other then we were 
naked. Every detail seemed to blend into the next, 
painting a canvas of sensuality. My consciousness was 
experiencing things I'd never felt before with women, 
men or both. To say I was in an excited state was an 
underestimate of universal proportions.

I cupped her breast while our tongues were exploring the 
other's respective throat. She moaned in my mouth when I 
gently pinched her nipple. Her fingers found my rigid 
cock and she began slowly tugging at the hardest cock 
I'd ever produced. There was no rush just the 
culmination of years of desire being released. We'd stop 
and look into each other's eyes knowing that we both 
finally wanted the same thing. In a low, soft voice, 
she'd laugh like she couldn't believe this was happening 
but was joyful that it was. It was contagiously, 
euphoric and delightful. 

I pulled her down to the bed as our hands, fingers, lips 
and tongues continued the exploration. It wasn't frantic 
in spite of our mutual passion. This time IT had to be 
perfect. I used everything I'd learned from Chester's 
Sex Ed training to give her the pleasure she deserved. 
She reciprocated and Mom knew a LOT. 

I suckled her soft, warm white breasts and she licked, 
sucked and gently nibbled at mine. I kissed my way down 
to her belly button and stuck my tongue in it trying to 
re-enter there. My lips moved to her thighs planting 
kisses on the soft inner flesh. I was on reconnaissance 
mission to cover every inch of her skin, smelling it, 
tasting it, savoring it. 

Her tongue found my throbbing stiffness and gave it a 
long, slow lapping and then my nuts. Her finger slipped 
into my backdoor as she began fucking it. She flipped 
over and we began the best 69 of my life. Like I said, 
she knew a LOT and her tongue work was better than a gay 
man's. She tasted like a 'Savoy Truffle'. I was in 
heaven.

Her orgasm began as I suckled at her clit. It started 
with her pelvis doing a slow undulation up and down, 
followed by a slow motion from side to side. There was a 
shiver that rippled through her with a soft moan that 
grew as my tongue and fingers work my birth place. My 
cock slipped from her mouth as it built to its peak, 
which was followed by a loud cry. That's when she rammed 
two fingers deep into my brown pucker muscle causing me 
to blast cum all over her face.

We collapsed in each other's arms just caressing and 
cuddling in the afterglow of the most exhilarating and 
sensuous experience of our lives.

END

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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.
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