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Auntie, Mom's Friend and Mom
                         Auntie, Mom's Friend and Mom
                               An erotic story
                               written by Anon


The first awakenings of my sex drive happened when I was about 12. My first
memories of experimentation's with sex were over my Aunt Mary. This woman was
my uncle's ex wife, a woman I always recognized as an undeniably beautiful
woman, in a plastic sort of way. I never seemed to recognize that her body was
probably never as good as I'd imagined, at least not until later years, but it
was over her that I had my first fantasy. I remember the very first time I
blew my load. Mary had actually been in our house that day. I was home from
school, for whatever reason, perhaps a holiday, maybe sick, maybe a Saturday,
but Mary was there. I'd noticed over the days before that my cock became hard,
and it felt good to stroke it whenever it got stiff. The house was small, tiny
in fact, but whenever my mother's friends, of whom Mary was one, came to
visit, they would spend most of their time in the tiny kitchen, talking and
laughing and doing whatever stuff it was that adults did to keep themselves
amused, so it seemed to me. It was easy for me to tell when the women in the
house were moving about. It also happened that women were there quite
frequently, as my mother was a seamstress who did quite a lot of work for
friends.

So it was this day that Mary was over, and I'd found that rubbing my penis
felt quite good. In fact, while sitting in the very room next to where my Aunt
Mary and my mother were talking, I felt the urge to caress myself. I slowly
unbuttoned my pants, not at the moment recognizing how dangerous that might
be, and unveiled my erection, which had happened at the thought of Mary. I
started to stroke myself, first slowly, then with more and more urgency, until
within only a minute or so, I felt a release, and a tiny bubble of whiteness
spewed from the tip of my dick. God, this felt wonderful! The sensation was
the first of my life. And it had come over my aunt!

I had copies of Playboy under my bed. Now that I knew what the sensation was
like, I knew what my cock was really for. I'd of course looked at the pictures
before, but they took on new meaning then. It was even later that day, or
perhaps night, that I slid the 'dirty' magazines out from under my bed, and
looked at the centerfolds with new eyes. I was on my bed, on my stomach,
looking at the gorgeous breasts, the mysterious hair that had always
fascinated me (and still does) which looks like a triangle between these
women's legs. And I felt my cock stiffen again. It felt good to feel the
pressure of my thickening dick against the mattress. I wondered what it would
feel like to expose my throbbing cock to the light fur bedspread under me. I
thought of my Aunt Mary, the strawberry blond hair that looked so wonderful,
the triangle that I wished I could see that was probably the same color, and
unzipped my pants, and pulled them down, allowing the shaft of my cock to meet
the fur of the covers. Again, I started moving my hips, and thrusting and
dreaming of my sweet Aunt, and started pumping more and faster and faster
until I felt a sweet release, and a big load of white came out of my dick, and
I was pleased...

I was happy with this, and found that the feelings I had were more wonderful
when I thought of my Aunt Mary as I rubbed my dick against the covers, for
days on end. In fact, I'd discovered an even better way to satisfy myself.
Putting my stiff cock between a fur covered pillow and the bedspread, and
sliding my aching cock in and out between them, until the release came. God,
it felt unbelievable!

Well, as I said, my mother was a seamstress. And she had many friends who
needed work to be done. And in these days, the women who came to have their
wares made became to regard me as just another piece of the furniture, so to
speak. I think they often forgot in fact that I was a boy. So I got to see
things that were more than I ought to have seen and still keep sexual thoughts
away from my ever horny mind.

My favorite of my mother's friends was a woman of about her middle 40s, which
described both her age and the size of her chest. Her name was Ginny, and she
was impressive in my young mind. She was short, jet black hair, a tight,
perhaps even flattish bottom, but tits that were huge and so noticeable that
I'm sure I had been aware of them even before my sexual interest. I'd had the
pleasure of seeing her run around in a state that no red blooded boy should
have to see and not be able to relieve himself, which, after my discovery, I
was doing regularly.

But there was one day that would live in my mind. Ginny was over, and getting
some new top made. It was her custom, being something of a brazen and lower
middle class woman, that she'd just take off her outerwear and be not the
slightest bit conscious of her...appearance. I was sitting there, on the
floor, looking up, and almost gasped as I noticed something I'd never seen
before on this goddess- like woman in all the times I'd seen her in various
states of undress. I looked up and saw a sheer bra that encased those lovely
breasts ever so gently, and saw to my amazement that the sheerness exposed her
aureoles, dark and half dollar sized, absolutely perfect to match the size and
shape of those gorgeous melons. I couldn't stand it, and slipped off to my
bedroom, where I immediately pulled off my pants, listening intently for any
telltale footsteps signaling trouble, and proceeded to take my cock, now stiff
and trembling from the sight of those massive orbs that I now wanted to suck
more than anything in my life, and started to stroke myself harder and harder
until the come splattered from my dick in an explosion of ecstasy. Oh God, oh
God, Ginny, how I'd love to feel my love pole inside your sweet pussy...

I'd never forgotten the mystery of the dark triangle, either. It had not
escaped my notice that the utter blackness of Ginny's hair had extended itself
to the hair between her legs. Every chance I got, which were not nearly as
many as I would have liked, I stole glances at her pubic area when she was in
panties, the large, womanly kind, not the bikinis I'd experience in later
life. I'd look for those stray wisps of blackness coming out from under those
white sheer panties, and become excited.

I'd found my new fantasy. Every day, I'd dream of undressing Ginny, looking at
that incredible body, touching it, feeling it, licking it kissing it, and
fucking it. And every chance I got, whenever I was home and she was over at
the house, I'd close my bedroom door, and listen through the reverberating of
the house for the voices of Ginny and my mother, and pull down my pants and
stroke my cock while I listened to the voice I wished I would hear in my ear,
urging me to fuck her harder...

I was always careful to listen as closely as I could to the sounds of the
footsteps, which came and went often, as the full length mirror with which the
women always looked at themselves as they tried on the new clothes was inside
the closet door which was right outside my room. So, nervously, I always
listened, worried that one day there would be a knock on my door and that I'd
embarrass myself. One day, it happened. Ginny was over and she was trying on a
new hot pants outfit, which I knew from experience made her look incredibly
fuckable. I heard them in the kitchen, Ginny and my mother, then heard very
little. A moment later, there was knock on my door. I had, of course, my stiff
cock out of my pants, this time, as circumstances would have it, beating away
without the pillow using the friction of my hand, pulling at the skin, and as
I tried in vain to stuff it back in, the door knob twisted, and the door
opened. There, in the door way, was Ginny, black hot pants on and her sheer
bra.

God, what now? I stopped, looked up in embarrassment. Ginny looked down at my
shrinking cock, just stood there looking for a moment, no expression on her
face, perhaps the trace of a smile on her lips. As I turned to try to hide my
penis, she said, "I was just coming in to ask you what you thought of this new
outfit." To which I replied in a mumbled voice something about it looking
good. What was I going to do? My mother was going to find out now, and how
would I stand the humiliation?

I buttoned my pants, and sat down, numbed. Figuring the worst, I was waiting
for another inevitable knock on the door expecting to have to explain himself.
Moments later, I heard voices in the kitchen, too embarrassed to even try to
listen. The voices seemed to go on for a very long time, and I couldn't
imagine what the two women could possibly be discussing for so long a time. I
was beating it, and that was all. Presently, I heard the back door open, and
someone go out, a car start, and pull out of the drive. Now I'd had it, I was
thinking, Ginny's gone, and my mother is going to let me have it.

There was that knock on the door. God, I thought. "Yeah, come on in," I said
in resignation. The door opened, and I was in shock. There stood Ginny, still
in her black hot pants, but that was all. Those gorgeous tits, that I'd
dreamed of for months now, were unholstered from their sheer bra, hanging
free, the nipples dark against her pale skin, the beginnings of erectness at
the tip. I was speechless. Despite my shock, the desire for this woman took
over my surprise. She stood there in the doorway like the sultry bitches I'd
see in later life, pornographic movies. Her voice, a bit gravelly as always,
said "Well, what do you think?" I didn't know what to say. "You're mother and
I talked over what I found you doing. It's not a secret to her, you know. She
hears your bed creaking as you play with yourself. I told her what a beautiful
cock you have, and we talked about it, and I convinced her that it was about
time you had the chance to use it. I've see you looking at me when I'm
undressed. I know you want to fuck me. Your mom told me your dad is out of
town, and she said she'd go out for a few hours and leave us alone. Now, do
you want to let me see that sweet penis, darling?"

Almost literally, my jaw dropped. I saw this vision slowly moving toward me,
those luscious mammaries bouncing together as she moved to me. "Pull you pants
off," she said, almost demanding. I did what she told me, now showing her my
naked cock, now standing stiffly again. She came over to me, and knelt down.
She took the shaft of my dick, actually now harder than it had ever been
before, and started to stroke it. I lasted all of about a minute before
spewing into her face and hair, as she'd kept herself that close. She loved
it. Being as young as I was, my dick stayed hard. She obviously wanted more.
With some of my come still on her face, she leaned closed, and started to lick
the head of my still swollen dick. Her tongue went all over, then up and down
the shaft, until I came again, in her mouth. I wanted her badly. She stood up,
and gently pushed me into a seated position on my bed. She moved her big
pretty tits into my face, and urged me to suck those huge dark nipples which
were harder than I would have imagined. Then, she slipped off the hot pants,
along with the panties I'd wanted to see her out of, and let me stare into
that thick black bush that I'd dreamed of for months.

She told me she wanted me to lick her. I didn't know exactly what she meant.
But she showed me. She lay back on my bed, and spread her legs. It was
glorious, looking a that cunt, which was glistening with wetness. "Be careful,
and put your finger in me." I did. "Go in and out." And I did, faster, as she
started breathing harder. "Oh God, take out your finger and lick where you
were fingering," she panted, and I did, tasting my first musk, which I then
didn't want to stop. She bucked and swayed, and then, right when I couldn't
stand it any more, she said "Get on me and fuck me, you little fucker." And I
fucked her wildly, while she lay back and moaned and came. I fucked her about
4 times in the little bit of time we had that day.

After the experience I'd had, I was sexually in love with Ginny. I was sure
I'd always want to fuck her. I'd finally gotten to see every inch of that
delightful wench that I'd always dreamed of. She was far from perfect, of
course. I saw the bulge of fat around her belly, which I in fact found sexy.
Those tits I'd seen as perfect were heavier and had some stretch marks, her
legs had cellulite, but none of that mattered. I'd eaten, sucked, fucked her,
did everything a man can do to a woman.

I wondered how I'd be able to face my mother, though, even though it sounded
certain that she'd given her 'blessing'. The phone rang, and I picked it up.
My mother, oh God. But she was short with me, wanted to talk to Ginny. I
handed her the phone, heard some words, and she hung up. "Your mother will be
home in 10 minutes. She's tired, wanted to know how things went. I'm going to
get dressed and meet her outside." "Can't you stay and be with me when she
comes home?," I asked, not wanting to face that alone. "No, it will be okay.
We'll be doing a lot more of this. I need to talk to your mom about that,
alone."

Great. She dressed, stood there in front of me, made exaggerated movements
designed to show me more of her tits and that delicious cunt, let my run my
hands through her pussy hair before she put her panties on. I didn't want her
to leave. But I heard my mom's car pull in, and she was gone. I stayed in my
room, not wanting to face mom. Later on that evening, I had to venture out. I
didn't know what my first encounter with mom would be like; I was very
nervous. But it wasn't any problem. She was sitting on the sofa, and when I
walked out, all she said was "I was wondering when you were going to come out
of there." And she smiled a bit.

I knew my mom had known about my masturbation. At least once, she'd knocked on
my door when I was shaking my bed, and I'd heard an admonition beyond the door
to stop doing that. She knew, all right. But it wasn't like I lived in a
particularly prudish family. Nudity wasn't unheard of in my house. I'd walked
in on my mother in the bathroom many times, and she'd not made any
particularly big deal about my looking at her breasts or the rest of her body,
although she would not be obvious, and covered herself relatively shyly. But I
was naturally curious about the female body, and she wasn't about to let her
hang-ups get in the way of normal healthy development. I'd heard things in the
past years about my mother, offhand comments by my father, words that as I
grew older led him to the conclusion that my mother was not a very sexual
being, didn't like sex much, wasn't much interested. But I'd seen enough, of
my mother's body, often enough, to know that she was built rather nicely for
sex. She was in decent shape, mid 40s, like Ginny, big breasts, though not
nearly as big as hers, brown hair that darkened in the pubic patch. I'd always
wanted to stare more between her legs, but I could never do it, as I could
never have been that obvious. Yes, she was okay, as a woman, though I'd never
thought of her in that way.

But my experiences with Ginny kept going. Ginny would come over when my mother
knew my father would be away, and there were times when Ginny would come to
get me to take me back to her house where we would fuck and suck until I
couldn't get it up any more. She was the world's best fuck, I thought, and I
loved her, or at least my cock did.

So it was even more amazing when something new and different happened in my
life.

One night, when I was reading in my room, I'd heard my mother running her
nightly bath water. Quite ordinary. I heard her slip into the tub, heard the
splashing of the water, thinking nothing of it, maybe thinking of my sweet
Ginny. Again, my father was away, and I felt I should have done something
about getting Ginny over, but I knew she was working this night. Maybe I'd get
to fuck her later on in the week, I thought. And again, I heard the slip and
slide of my mother getting out of the tub, heard the sounds of her preparing
herself after her bath, and kept on reading. A few minutes later, there was a
knock on my door. "Can I come in?" "Sure," I said. My mother was wearing the
usual bathrobe, the one she always wore in the evenings after her bath, the
one she wore as she sat on the couch and watched TV. I wasn't worried about
some embarrassing talk about Ginny coming from her anymore. I felt that the
three of us had come to a common understanding. So I was a bit surprised when
she sat down on my bed across from me, and started asking questions.

"I know we haven't spoken about this before, but I was wondering how things
with Ginny are?"

I wasn't sure what she meant, and I was getting very nervous all of a sudden.
God, what if she's decided it's wrong and I can't fuck her anymore?, I
thought.

"Well, what exactly do you mean, Mom? I mean, she's great. You know what we're
doing, right? I mean you guys talked about it the first night she was here,
and I thought everything was cool, and..."

"You must really think she's something, though, to want to be with her all the
time. I would have thought a girl your own age would interest you more,
wouldn't have thought a 43 year old woman would get you that hot..."

"Mom, it's kind of embarrassing to hear you say a woman gets me hot, ya
know..."

"It's true, isn't it? I mean, if she didn't, why would you want to spend so
much time with her? She's told me everything, you know. It's not like we don't
talk..."

I was beginning to feel something. I heard some subtle, maybe not so subtle
things in my ears that were going right to my dick, and I was wondering how I
could be having these twinges in my crank with my own mother in the room.
"Well, what is it that you talk about?"

"Ginny likes to get into it. You know that she's like a truck driver sometimes
with her mouth. Maybe you like that, too. But she says how much you like
to...suck her boobs..."

"Aww mom, I don't want to hear you talk like that..."

"No, no no, it's okay. In fact, it's more than okay. I want...I need..." She
stumbled over her words "Something from you. When you come in the bathroom
with me when I've been undressed..."

I protested, "No, I've never..."

"Let me finish. I know you look at me..."

"No, ma, I haven't..."

Her tone became just a bit more firm. "Now listen... It's okay, really." Then
she dropped her tone to soothing. "In fact, I like it. Now if you'll let me
finish, I want to tell you what I want... I know you think Ginny's boobs are
beautiful, she tells me you tell her that all the time." Mom looked up, and
gazed intently into my eyes. "But I think mine are just as nice. What do you
think...?"

Mom slowly stood up, sliding off the edge of the bed. She still had on her old
robe, but after she came to her full 5'4" height in front of me, about 3 feet
away, she opened the robe, and let it slowly fall to the floor as she pulled
it back off her shoulders, revealing those tits I'd seen only in passing. She
still wore the same kind of white panties that Ginny wore, and that I knew
she, my mother, always wore, but I was too utterly blown away to even notice
them.

I sucked in my breath. I couldn't say anything. "Well, what do you think? Are
they as pretty as Ginny's? I know they aren't quite as big, but they're
probably firmer..." she said in a low voice, as seductive as I'd ever heard
her.

I looked up, and saw those suckable nipples, almost as big as Ginny's, on the
end of a pair of tits, not like those I would see in Playboy or Penthouse or
Hustler, but ones I would call in later life 'real tits', full and not perfect
for a magazine but perfect for fondling and kissing and licking and sucking...

"But...I don't understand..." I gulped, "what do you want...? What about Dad?"
I stared long and hard at those nipples, and my cock began to grow in spite of
myself.

"Well," she said, "Ginny and I talk, like I told you. She tells me that you
absolutely love to suck her nipples. I...I'm not sure how to tell you this,
but I absolutely love to have my nipples sucked. Your father," she seemed to
be unhappy with the word, "doesn't like to do anything like that... And Ginny
tells me how wonderful it feels..." As she spoke, she started to almost
unconsciously place her hands under each breast and ever so slowly and gently
lift them, ever so slightly, as if to offer them to my mouth, and I was by
then beginning to shake with nerves and desire.

"I know that want to be with Ginny every day if you could," she said, "and you
can't be. I know you play with yourself all the time, that you want sex all
the time, and I'd love to give you the chance to experience at least some of
what you get with Ginny whenever you want it. I'd like to let you suck my
nipples whenever you want to, and you can play with yourself when you do, and
I won't care... You don't have to pretend to hide that from me anymore..."

I couldn't stand it. I reached out my arms slowly, and my mother came to me. I
was in my chair, and I parted my knees so that she could come close enough for
me to gently take her left nipple in my mouth. "Oh God..." I wanted to say,
and my mother said it for me...

I kissed it gently, then my tongue lightly touched the very tip, and from
there, I started to swirl my tongue ever so gently around more and more of the
nipple and felt it grow against my tongue. In the back of my mind, I could not
believe I was licking my own mother's tit, but it was good, better than good,
better than fantastic. I started to go from licking to sucking, first very
tenderly, then with increasing passion, until I was breathing heavily. Then I
took my mouth away, and, being utterly carried away and not thinking what I
was doing, said to her "Mom, I want you to sit down, let me get on my knees,
and suck you". She backed away, and I reached up my hands and took hers as I
stood up with the biggest pole under my shorts I'd ever had in my life. She
didn't look at my cock under my pants, but just looked in my eyes, as she
turned 180°, and I helped her sink into the chair. I instantly was on my
knees, and sucking as if for my life. She took her hands and ran them through
is hair, her neck arched a bit, not overly so, but in obvious pleasure. "Suck
me, suck me, baby". I sucked and sucked, and finally had to take my cock out,
which I was starting to beat in a heavy rhythm, until I came with a sigh...
Only then did I lean back on my haunches and take in the sight of my glorious
mother, leaned back a bit in my chair, nipples erect and hard and at
attention, her face flushed, her breasts full. I'd noticed before, but really
noticed now, the fullness of my mother's belly, never the flat board of the
hard bodies, but it was beautiful. I knew I wanted to experience that navel
which was below the panty line, the spot marked by a flat spot stretched
taut... But I felt I already had gone as far as she would let me.

"Mom, how was that?" I breathed.

"Wonderful," she sighed, "but I need a lot more sucking than that...," and I
went back to work and licked and sucked until my mother's back arched with
pleasure and she cried and "hmmmm"ed after what may have been her coming... I
never thought Ginny would be outdone, but just my mother's breasts were enough
to convince me that she would be the best sex of my life, ever...

I stopped suckling, and just laid there, my head lightly against one of her
breasts. She held me against her. "You can have me like this every day," she
said. "Every day, after school, whenever your father isn't home, anytime... I
love you." I wasn't sure how I was going to sleep knowing my beautiful fucking
mother was in the room next to mine...

Well, she was truly beautiful, my cock felt that for sure. Every day when I
came home from school, I'd come in the door, look my mother in the eye, take
her hand, and lead her to my bedroom. We got to the point where it was almost
as exciting for me to unbutton her blouse, turn her around, unhook her bra,
and start fondling her tits, as it was to suck them. The anticipation was
tremendous, every fucking day. I'd walk into the house with a huge hard on,
and eventually, I'd even drop my pants so I was naked from the waist down
while I stripped my mother to her waist. There were days before I'd undress
her that I'd come up from behind her, kiss her neck, tongue her ear, and feel
her boobs through her top, and started the slightest pushing with my hips into
her ass. She was always a little defensive then, wanted only her tits to
receive attention. Bu that attention she loved more than anything, I think she
was in love with my mouth.

And I had the freedom that I never had before. I used to have to listen,
hardly breathing, whenever I stroked himself or beat off between the pillows,
afraid I'd get caught, but now, not only did I not have to be furtive and
hide, I could do whatever I wanted to pleasure myself with my door wide open.
Even better, there were days when I had to relieve himself even after sucking
my mother's gorgeous lobes, and I would go out to her, tell I was going to
play with myself, and she would most often come in my room to watch. I hoped
for more, of course, even though I continued to fuck my 'girlfriend' Ginny.

One day, after many weeks of suckling, and having always done nothing with my
cock but stroke it myself, I thought I'd try something different. I knew my
mother enjoyed looking at my cock, but she'd never said anything about ever
touching it herself. Well, I wanted her to do something for me. After a
particularly intense sucking session, and having avoided touching himself, I
stood up with my raging hard on and placed myself as close to my mother as I
could, she still slumped down in the chair in my room. Mom stared at my boner
lovingly. I just stood there, come oozing out the tip of my throbbing penis,
and started talking. "Mom, I know you haven't said we'd ever do more than what
we have been doing, but I'd give anything to at least rub my dick on your
tits..." She knew what I wanted. "Let's do something even better." She stood
up, and laid down on my bed, her tits swaying as she walked. "Come over here
to the bed. Get on top of me and I'll let you rub your cock between my
tits..." Yes, even her language had gotten more intimate. It took me all of 5
seconds to be on top of my mother, thrusting my stiff dick on my dear mother's
chest as she grabbed her full, pretty melons and pushed them together so
tightly that I thought it felt a lot like being inside Ginny's sweet tight
cunt. Faster and faster I pumped, until I came, gushing, "Ughhhhhh..." The
splatter, not a very great deal as I'd been pumping my meat many times each
day, was still enough to make a pool of liquid love on the spot just above
where her cleavage would have been if she were sitting up. I lifted myself off
of her, and set one cheek of my butt right near her hip, close, and started to
lovingly massage my jism into her skin. "Now that was great," I murmured, and
started to take a drop of my come on the tip of my finger and work it into one
of her nipples. She continued to lay there, her eyes open, probably not sure
where this was going.

I continued to love the attention my mother allowed me to give her. There was
no bound to our intimacy any longer. I would wander into the bathroom whenever
she was bathing, sometimes to kneel over the edge of the tub and massage her
tits, and sometimes to let my eyes drift to that dark hair on her mons that
still fascinated me and couldn't keep off my mind. Not only her pubic hair,
but that slightly protuberant belly stimulated my imagination. Her navel,
slightly closed from a bit of underlying padding, looked like a perfect place
to put the tip of my cock, and rub until I came... What would that belly,
rubbing against mine, during passionate fucking, feel like? She let me look.

It wasn't entirely me giving her pleasure, either. Several weeks into this
relationship, she began to stroke my aching dick for me, as well. No longer,
unless I chose to do so, did I have to relieve the aching pleasure in my nuts
by pulling at my own cock. My mother started doing that for me. One day, after
our regular tit suck session, and after coming while stroking myself, I just
backed up, and stood up. My cock was still hard, of course. I was bold then.
"Mom, Ginny likes to play with it. I'd love to have you play with it, too".
She looked up at me, and then down at my raging hard on, then after minute of
just looking, reached out and brushed the underside of my shaft with the tips
of one hand, starting to slide up and down, then faster, giving her all, her
hand fully in contact, until I shot off. "God, Mom, that was incredible," I
shuddered. I'd finally experienced my mother's touch.

Presently, my thoughts centered on intercourse. I thought about it all the
time. God, what an experience it would be to fuck my mother! A few short
months into this love affair, it turned out my father, was going on a week
long trip. I knew exactly what I wanted, but wasn't sure how to approach my
mother. No point in being subtle. One afternoon after suckling her
passionately, I simply told her "Mom, I think we need to screw." I wasn't yet
comfortable with using the word fuck in front of her, though I hoped one day I
would be. "Really? What are you talking about?," she said. "Well, after all
we've done, I think I'd like for us to pretend you're my wife, and I'm your
husband, while dad's gone for that week trip he's taking." We were lovers in
everything but fucking anyway, and taking my penis into her wetness wouldn't
make it any more wrong. But she put me off. "I don't think we can do that..."
"But Mom..." "It isn't enough that you have Ginny, and you get to kiss me
whenever and I beat you off?" "Well, yeah, I love sucking you, but I want
more..." I wasn't sure where things would lead, and I was really worried that
I'd fucked things up by going too far.

The weeks passed, until the night came when my father was out of town. Each
day had been as before, a mixture of licking and sucking and having her
masturbate me and putting my cock between her tits. I'm sure we both thought
about the conversation we'd had weeks before, and I was hoping that on this
night, the first night we'd be completely free from the danger of my father
walking in on us, I would be inside my sweet mother. She saw the looked in my
eyes when I'd come home from school that day, knew what I was expecting. And
perhaps she was as well, even though we'd not said a word about it since. That
night, after her bath, she abandoned her usual ritual of putting on a pair of
full white panties under her nightgown. Didn't bother to put on anything at
all, before slipping her robe on, which I learned shortly. This was going to
be the night. She came into my room, where I sat with a huge erection, pants
already off. I knew what was happening, instantly. She stood before me,
silently, and dropped her robe to the floor. I sat forward, and her freshly
washed pussy was just a foot from my nose. We gazed into each other's eyes.
Then I reached behind her hips, took her ass cheeks in my hands, and pulled
her closer, firmly, but gently, so close now that the longest of the dark
hairs were now touching my nose. I couldn't stand it. My tongue slipped out of
my mouth, and encountered the flesh of my mother's labia. I started to kiss, a
slow, open mouthed kiss on the beginnings of her sex.

And then she stopped me with a hand on my shoulders, motioning for me to
stand, and took my hand and led me to her bedroom. "Okay, darling, you'll be
my husband. I'm yours..." she said as she laid back on her bed, and parted her
legs. This was like a dream for me, couldn't believe she was offering her
entire body to me. But I couldn't stand it, again, and moved quickly to those
parted thighs, for the first time looking into her pussy, lips slightly out,
surrounded by that deeply shaded hair. Yes, yes, I slipped my tongue into that
already damp slot of lust.

I could not believe that I was licking my mom's pussy. The smell, the feeling,
the taste, wetness that I couldn't wait to slide my aching dick into. I was so
hot and excited that I took only enough time to run my tongue from her hot
hole, over her hairy mons, up over that full belly, between her tits, and
then, pausing only for a moment, before sinking my throbbing erection into the
slippery loveliness of her hot gash.

I was so utterly turned on, even by my own chant of "Mom, mom, mom, mom..."
which I'd started to say with every thrust of my cock into her quim. Finally,
after ever increasing moans of passion, I came and spurted what felt like a
gallon of spew into her sweet cunt. "Oh God, I love you, Mom" I sighed when
hew could breath again, still pumping her with the little bit of stiffness I
had left. I never wanted to be outside that lovely pussy again, I thought.

Later on that night, while I wanted to keep fucking her, my fascination with
the hair between her legs made me try something a little different. The next
hard on I got, I started to rub my cock through the fur on her pussy. And
instead of slipping my dick inside her, I moved up a little, and ended up
rubbing my balls in that patch of hair, an incredible stimulation to my nuts,
so much so that after rubbing them over and over in the silky fur, I came,
came on my mother's belly, which I worked in with my hands after I finally was
able to stop himself from stroking my genitals through the hair, then rubbing
her stomach and cunt with my hand, massaging in my come.

My penis was hers. After letting me caress her, she lifted her head from the
pillow, enough to look down at my crotch and my now only semi rigid member,
still glistening with her juices. She reached down to start to stroke it. She
touched my cock with her hand, and I almost shuddered with her touch, the
anticipation of pleasure, even after all the sex we'd had. She took my member
between her thumb and forefinger, making an O shape, and starting sliding that
ring up and down the shaft, feeling the slipperiness of her own wetness making
the perfect friction, until I came again.

After fucking her as many times as I could, and feeling tired, I lay next to
her as she lay on her back, whispering loving words to her, and gently moving
my hand between her legs as we both fell off to sleep...

I had my dream come true. What boy would not want to come home from school,
knowing that he had a hot mouth and tongue, full breasts with sweet erect
nipples, and a wet loving cunt waiting for him whenever he got there? I'd walk
into the house, again taking my mother's hand and walk with her to my bedroom,
and start to strip her, only now, I didn't have to stop after I'd unveiled her
to the waist. I could continue to peel off whatever she was wearing below,
usually some kind of slacks, and then, most often on my knees, start rolling
the white panties off her full belly, exposing that patch of hair that I loved
so well, until she stood there, nude, and ready for sex. I'd often start to
kiss her pubic hair, smelling the womanly scent coming from the always
moistening labia, and I'd get so excited that I'd have trouble pulling off my
clothes as she lay back on my bed and open her legs to receive my dick inside
of her. I loved that fact that I could, almost any time I wanted, fill my
mother with my liquid lust, and which was turning into liquid love, to be
sure. I wondered if I'd ever find sex as good as it was with my darling
mother.

There were later days when the danger of our sex was too great with my father
around, and on those days we'd excite each other by moments of flashing each
other. I'd take out my stiff cock and let her stroke it a few times, and when
she could, she'd drop her pants so I could look at her pussy, and sometimes
have enough time to let me kiss and lick it...

We did more, too. She didn't want to, but in time, I'd get her to suck my
cock, and I'd lick her asshole, and more, but maybe that's another story...

                                   The End
