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Original posting date: 
Friday PM, December 28, 2001

A wildPage story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: tomsmom.txt
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Story_codes: m/F (teen son-mom) nc

Story_intro: Tom acts out his fantasy and visits his Mom one night.  She doesn't want what happens, but she doesn't resist.


Tom's Mom

Written by AnonX


Tom walked in from school and slammed the door.  His mother, Diane, looked up and saw the sullen frown on his face.  He roughly handed her a note and slumped down at the table.  Diane unfolded the note and read.  "Tom, what's this?  YOu have to serve Detention?  For Fighting? What have I always told you about fighting?  Nothing good ever comes of it.  You don't want to be like your father, do you?  That's why we got a divorce!  Fighting!  Can you explain this?"

	Tom looked down at the table and kicked his legs.

	"Well?"

	Tom mumbled something under his breath.

	"Speak up, Tom."

	"Some of the guys were talking about you.  About your divorce, and about not remarrying.  I told 'em to stop, and they didn't.  So.."

	Diane sighed to herself.  Even gone for 7 years, her husband still found ways to make her life difficult.  She walked around the table and gave her son a hug.  "I know, it's hard.  I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have blown up at you like that."

	Tom shrugged.  "It's okay."

	"Okay, you fix yourself something to eat.  I've got to go do some work at the office.  I'll be home late.  Bye."  She kissed him on the forehead and walked out the door.

	It was about quarter to eleven when Diane returned.  Tom was asleep on the couch in front of the television, although the tv was off.  She gently shook him and told him to go to bed.  He lumbered off to his bedroom, mumbling about waking up to go to sleep.  Diane smiled.  She plopped down on the couch and flicked the tv on.  The noise assaulted her ears until she wrestled the volume down, and then the content assaulted her eyes.  A man and a woman goin' at it with enthusiasm. She grimaced and turned it off. 

	She went back to her bedroom and removed her clothes and went to take a shower.  She glanced at the little hole that had "mysteriously" appeared when Tom was 14.  She had tried to putty it over, but Tom kept removing the putty.  Now that he was 17, she didn't really want to talk about it with him.  She just turned her back to it and tried to ignore it.  He probably didn't even use it anymore, though.  She was being silly.

	After the shower, she slipped her gown over her body.  Not too old, she thought to herself.  "Especially for a fourty-seven year old."  A healthy diet and regular exercise had helped to keep her body relatively sag-free.  Not that she really had any time for courting anymore, what with the job that she had.  But it was worth it.  Tom would be in college next year and she had enough laid away to let him go pretty much wherever he wanted to go.  She slipped under her covers and turned out the lights.

	Tom got out of his bed and walked to his wall, checking through his peep hole to see if the light was out yet.  He'd been  planning this for weeks, and had finally decided to go through with it.  He saw through another of his peepholes that his mom had just turned out the lights, and so he layed down to wait for another 3 hours.  He figured that she'd be truly asleep at two thirty.

	At two thirty sharp, Tom started.  He made sure that all the lights in the hall and leading to the hall were out.  He opened his mom's door (having greased the hinges earlier that day), and crept in very slowly.  Very slowly, he pulled back the covers.  Very slowly, he eased his weight on the bed.  _Very_ slowly, he pulled the covers back over him, and then he began the excruciating procedure of snuggling up to his mother's back, trying very hard to keep his erection away from her.  He was, of course, naked.  He determined from the moonlight that she was on her back on the other side of the bed, so he began to inch towards her.

	When he had just touched his shoulder to his mother's, she made a little noise and shifted away.  He tried again, and nothing happened.  When his entire arm was against hers, she mumbled something and turned on her side, her back towards him.  He tried stroking her shoulder and arm gently, through the gown she was wearing, and she inched back a little.  He tried rubbing her back and she scooted back against him fully.  Her arm trailed behind her on his hip, and he put his arm over hers to caress her stomach, trying in the process to pull her gown up a little.  The gown only came down to her thighs, so this was not a problem.  The carress on the stomach soon prompted Tom's mother to roll over onto her back, and she sighed a little. Encouraged, Tom started to move up a little, getting closer and closer to her breasts, pulling her gown up as he went.  With his other hand, he stroked the top of her thigh, trailing his fingers up on the edge of the inside, and down on the outside, very slowly. 

	When he finally got to the swell of one of the breasts, he brought his other hand up and began to gently caress the outsides of the breasts, and ran his thumbs over the nipples.  When he did this, his mom drew in a quick breath, and he immediately stopped, but she exhaled slowly and settled herself.  Tom continued his caressing after a minute and eventually, brushed his mother's nipples with his thumbs again.  This time his actions were met with a gentle moan.  The nipples were very hard, now, and Tom was getting more and more aroused.  He moved his head over and gently kissed his mother's breast.

	Diane awoke with a start when she felt something against her breasts.  Fearing a rapist, she just settled down and tried to pretend that she was still asleep.  After a while she opened her eyes a crack and saw her son!  Diane was frightened, she didn't know what to do. Then Tom began caressing her, and, flicking his thumbs over her breasts.  Diane wanted to stop him, but didn't know how.  If she got up now, what would her son think of her?  She began to wonder what all the boys at school had been saying about her that made her Tommy get in a fight.  She was so embarassed, and she didn't know what to do, and the further Tom went, the more sure she was that if she told him to stop now, she'd never have any authority over him again.  When Tom kissed her breast, she just moaned a little, trying to pretend that she was dreaming, and hoped that Tom would stop.

	Tom was getting more and more aroused.  He used his tongue on his mom's breast, and her breathing was getting quicker and quicker. In order to get to the other breast, Tom moved over and straddled his mother, hoping that she was in the throes of some orgiastic dream, and began sucking on her other breast.  With his hands, he pulled her gown up as far as he could, just under her chin on the top, although it was still under her middle-back underneath.  Then, moving down, he began to trace his tongue from the hollow of her neck, through the crevice of her breasts, down her abdomen, and looping around her navel.  He put his hands back on her breasts, fondling her tender flesh, and, with one of his knees, separated her thighs.  His mother's breath was coming very quick, just like his own, and Tom felt like his erection was going to explode.  He nestled between his mother's legs, with his hands still playing with her breasts, and kissed her on the forehead lingeringly.  He trailed the kiss sideways over to her ear, back around her cheek and to her lips, which were partly open.  Her lips pressed together suddenly, but Tom kissed them, and her jaw relaxed. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and found her tongue, but she didn't move it at all, so he withdrew.  He brought his tongue back to her breasts while one of his hands crept down to align everything. His probing finger found his mother, and he brought his erection to it.

	At that moment, Diane's eyes flew open, and her hands grabbed her son's shoulders.  "No, Tom, please stop, please."

	Tom trailed his mouth from his mothers breast, up the hollow of her neck, over her chin, and to her lips, while she kept saying,"please don't, Tom, please don't, you've got to stop."  He grabbed her lower lip with his lips and sucked gently, and then thrust his tongue in his mother's mouth.  She tried to push him off of her, but he was too big.  He gently inserted his finger into her slit, and guided the tip of his cock inside. 

	Diane cried, "No, Tom, please don't, please don't, please" and tried to move back away from him on the bed.  Tom just advanced with her.  Her head bumped on the head of the bed, so she tried to lever upwards, but Tom crept up with her, and kissed her on the forehead. "Don't worry, it'll be alright."  He took her by the waist and pulled her back down, and slowly pushed his cock into his mother. 

	Diane knew it was hopeless.  She didn't want this.  She laid back and tried to forget about it while it was happening.  Tom slowly pushed his entire length into his mother, and pulled it out again.  He saw that she was crying, and leaned down to suckle on her breasts some more.  Her nipples were still hard, so he continued.  He banged into her, fast and hard, thrust after thrust, and she just lay there, so he grabbed her hips and showed her the rhythm, pump and pump.  He flexed into her, but when he let go of her hips, she let them fall back to the bed.  Tom turned his mother over, put a big pillow under her stomach, and found her from underneath.  When he thrust in, he heard Diane gasp.  He continued to thrust into her while rubbing her back. Diane began to move her hips, unable to stop the feelings, and Tom almost immediately spurt into his mother.  Diane kept moving her hips for a bit, but Tom collapsed over her.  He turned her head sideways and kissed her on the lips, and then rolled off and went back to his room.  Diane cried into her pillow, and eventually got up to shower and change her sheets.  













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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.