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I Was My Mom's Lover
By ANON

This story took place several years ago when I was of the tender age of fifteen. I swear that although I've used some poetic license to 'entertain the reader'...(ahem)...the events described are absolutely true. I have had conflicting feelings of guilt and nostalgia ever since these events took place and it has helped immensely reading these newsgroups and finding that others have had similar experiences and that I am not so much a freak as I thought. Maybe this tale can help others in a similar position. I would be delighted to see comments, especially from Moms and others who have had similar experiences.
The episode which would change my life irrevocably (and I believe sincerely, for the better) started one Wednesday afternoon when I was taken ill at school with abdominal pain and vomiting. It proved later to be only transient but resulted in my being sent home from school half way through the afternoon.
My mom's job as a pharmacist in a store meant that she usually arrived home considerably later than me and I let myself into the house using my key. As a rule I also met my nine-year old sister from school and prepared us a snack till Mom got in about 5:30 or so. This had been the norm since my father had died suddenly eighteen months previously. Although we weren't poor, his insurance hadn't allowed us to wallow in luxury, either. Anyway, I knew my mother enjoyed her work in that it allowed her to come into contact with people outside the immediate family. What I had forgotten however, was that she worked only half a day on Wednesdays....
Feeling the need to pee, I headed straight to the bathroom but as I reached the landing, I stopped short as I heard some unusual, slightly muffled noises coming from my mom's room just down the hall. Some instinct told me to be cautious and I silently approached the bedroom door.
Fortunately the carpet was thick and absorbed the sound of my footsteps. The door was slightly ajar and as I peeped through the gap I could see into the mirrored wardrobes on the far wall. It was immediately clear what was making the noise. There, imaged perfectly in the mirror and lying almost naked on the bed, her torso supported by two or three pillows, was my mother. The position of the mirror meant that I was looking directly up at her from below and could see her feet, legs and genitals.
Her position suggested she was observing her own actions. She was wearing only a pair of very sheer, expensive-looking stockings and a suspender belt and it was obvious even to me, a rather naive fifteen-year-old what she was doing. Her right hand was resting on her pubic mound and the middle finger was making rhythmic circular movements at the top of her clearly visible cunt.
I was surprised to see how red and luxuriant was her pubic hair. Her left hand, meanwhile, was slowly exploring the rest of her exposed body, stroking her thighs, lower abdomen and buttocks. As I watched, stunned, her left hand traveled up her abdomen and cupped her right breast, gently kneading the soft, milky flesh and pinching, then rolling the nipple between finger and thumb, which from her vocalization she greatly enjoyed. This left hand seemed to me almost to have a mind of its own, as if another person were caressing her with it. She had her eyes tight closed at this point, preoccupied with her own fantasies or else it is certain she would have seen me.
She was emitting tiny groans of pleasure in time with her slow right hand movements as she wanked herself. I became aware of a musky, familiar yet unfamiliar scent in the room and a delicious chill went through me as I realized I could smell my own mother's pussy juices as she stimulated herself. My cock began to harden rapidly as this occurred to me.
I had the sense to shift position slightly into the hall shadow so that although I could still see most of her body, I was less visible from her angle and I could hopefully stay undiscovered. I stared like some small animal hypnotized by a snake. This was my mother I was watching, doing something I had massive guilt trips about indulging in myself - and not only did she seem to be enjoying it but from the deft way she stroked her clit she was obviously well practiced. I simply couldn't tear my eyes from her moistened slit and not only that but I began to feel a terrible urge to take out my by now rock hard penis and wank in synchrony with her. I pushed this shameful thought aside with some difficulty but my arousal grew second by second.
As I stood open mouthed, my mother's hand movements gradually accelerated in proportion to her lust. She began to squeeze her breast harder, crushing it against her chest wall and pinching the large pink nipple. She licked her fingers and used the saliva as a lubricant to stimulate the erect teat. Her hips began to lift off the bed slightly, thrusting rhythmically as she moved that middle finger faster and its motion changed from a circling to a rubbing, flicking.
With her left hand she reached under her buttocks and used two fingers to hold her cunt lips apart, exposing her clitoris more, the pink glistening flesh of her hole open wide for me to admire. Her breathing was becoming faster, more ragged and the soft groans and moans she was making began to take on an urgency. She began to whisper to herself, words I couldn't hear but from the squirming of her body they were bringing her to a new level of arousal.
By this time my legs were trembling so much I thought I wouldn't be able to stand and my cock felt as if I were in serious danger of spontaneously coming in my pants. I was desperately trying to keep my breathing under control for fear of being overheard. Looking back on it, though, there wasn't much chance of that - Mom was clearly in a world of her own at this point.
She was gasping for breath now and with each exhalation making a little whimpering noise as she rubbed her clit in her desperate need for release. Her pelvis was rocking back and forth, and still she held her puffy vulval lips open to my view as she continued to spread them with her other hand, the fingers of which I could clearly see were soaked with her juices.
 "Ahh Ahh Ahh AHH AAHHH AAAHHHH!!!"
Suddenly she began a rapid gasping crescendo and at the same time she slid the middle finger of her left hand into her soaking cunt hole - still frigging her clit with the other hand. I could see her pistoning finger glistening with wetness and she thrust her pelvis upwards in a series of shuddering jerks as she climaxed. There was an unbelievably stimulating new sound now - I could hear the wet, regular plunging of her finger in and out of that most forbidden of places as her orgasm reached its peak. The muscles of her legs were taut and straining beneath the sheer material of her stockings for a while, then as her ecstasy ebbed she slowly relaxed and lay back limply on the bed.
How I didn't ejaculate at the height of her orgasm I really don't know but I had never been so sexually excited in my life - not even my most stimulating fantasies came close to this experience. Somehow I managed to creep back out the way I entered, while I could hear Mom's breathing subsiding to normal behind me.
I made my way to the local shopping mall and immediately went to the public toilet and jerked off in a cubicle. My penis was already moist with pre-cum and it took me only a few strokes to shoot the rest of my wad, my eyes closed, replaying the deliciously wicked secret peep show to which I had been treated.
After my immediate need for sexual release had been satisfied, however, a wave of powerful and conflicting emotions overtook me. Mostly I felt sordid and guilty. I had spied on my own mother in the most private and intimate of acts, then to compound the crime I had wanked off whilst fanaticizing about her.
I had never consciously looked at my mom in a sexual light but now all of a sudden she was the first live woman I had seen performing any sort of intimate act. Of course I kept some mildly pornographic literature and pictures hidden away and masturbated to these regularly but at that age I was quite shy with girls, having had only three dates and no experience of serious necking, even.
Although I had heard that women masturbate, I don't think I quite believed it or understood the technique. Another shock was how physically good looking my mother was. The job she had meant that she was always neat and nicely made-up but today it occurred to me that she was actually a very attractive woman.
At the age of thirty-seven she remained slim and could pass for several years younger. She had a neat trim figure with smallish, nicely-shaped breasts, a firm behind and slim, long legs. She wore spectacles as a rule but she was one of those women who suited them and always chose flattering frames, so that it has always seemed to me that she was better looking wearing them than without.
But her best feature was her hair, which was thick, lustrous and a beautiful dark copper-auburn colour, which she wore shoulder length or at work, in a pony tail or bun. I felt bound, in my present state of mind, to compare her naked form to the models in the glossy mags tucked in my secret stash and to my mild surprise she was in no way less tempting. I knew for a fact that she had been asked out on dates after my father's death but had always refused. His illness had been very traumatic and I don't think she had yet recovered from the stress of it.
All these thoughts and more raced around in my brain like angry bees and I wandered the mall for an hour or so almost in a daze. It didn't help my mood that every passer-by seemed to stare at me as if sensing what I had been doing.
The time came to collect my sister from her school and I did as usual. At every step towards home I became more reluctant to go further. What if my mom had seen me after all? What if she had been in contact with school in my absence? What if she had drifted off to sleep in her naked state and were still there now? However on the basis that there was really no other place to go, I let us both in.
To my overwhelming relief, my mom was in the kitchen with a cup of tea and reading the newspaper. She seemed happy and chirpy and acted towards me in a perfectly normal mother-son manner. It struck me immediately what a gorgeous woman she was when viewed objectively. She did ask me that evening if I was feeling okay - possibly something in my manner alerted her - but I told her about my illness at school and this seemed an acceptable explanation.
That night in bed I lay awake for ages wrestling with my feelings and eventually had to masturbate again before I could sleep.
Over the days and weeks which followed I couldn't get the memory of that day out of my mind and I became gradually obsessed with my mother. I began staying awake into the early morning, creeping along the passage and listening outside her room for those same delicious noises which had sparked this. I went through her underwear drawers, imagining stroking the silky material with her lovely flesh underneath, especially those dark sensual stockings.
I even - God help me - took soiled panties out of the laundry, held them over my face and inhaled that beautiful, cock-hardening smell of her womanhood. Of course at least once a day I would have to rerun the mental tape I had of her frigging herself off to that shuddering climax and each time I would spurt my seed in an equally intense orgasm as I imagined what that gorgeous glistening wet pussy would feel like grasping my prick as she thrust and spasmed against me.
My mother sensed something was wrong and asked several times what was troubling me and although it was on the tip of my tongue to confess I never quite had the courage.
Eventually my nocturnal vigils were rewarded. One night about a month after my first revelation, I crept silently along to my mother's bedroom door. This time the door was almost shut and although our house was never really dark I couldn't see inside at all but I literally almost fainted when I heard a rhythmical rustling and rapid heavy breathing. I was naked and immediately began to stroke my erect tool as I imagined my mother's fingers stroking that gorgeous glistening slit, cupping those milky boobs.
Slowly, the pace of the movements inside the room increased and there was an occasional soft moan but muffled and it seemed as if mom was restraining herself, trying to keep quiet - probably in order not to wake her two children. Somehow - possibly because I was cold - possibly because of guilt - I could not stimulate myself to ejaculation and I found that I was getting a bit sore. However, as I heard the breathing beyond the door quicken I was mentally bursting with desire.
Mom was obviously getting close now and when there came that same wet squelching sound whose source I had fantasised about so much lately I knew I could stand outside no longer. As silently as I could, I pushed open the door and slipped into the room. Mom froze instantly when I entered. She straightened her legs (which had been bent at the knees and wide open beneath the sheets) and tried to speak in a normal voice as she looked at me. But she was breathing fast as though she had been running hard.
 "Jim is that you? What's wrong?"
I couldn't reply as I approached the bed. My heart felt as if it would pound out of my chest. I slid quickly between the sheets and snuggled close to her, my erect penis pressing into her upper thigh. As our naked flesh touched, a feeling as if I had been electrocuted passed through me. Mom for her part stiffened and gasped with surprise and shock. She was so stunned by my appearance she could not react to what I did next.
I could barely speak or think but I blurted something strange out.
"I love you Mom!" I said in a thick, barely audible whisper.
Trembling hard, I slid my hand over my mother's soft warm flank and across her lower abdomen, through her thick wiry brush and put the flat of my fingers against those deliciously warm, moist, delicate folds of her pussy lips. This caused an immediate response from my mother, who had clearly been on the very edge of orgasm as I entered the room. She immediately clamped her hand on top of mine and pressed hard against her.
 "Jim no! Don't....no....Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Her hips twitched spastically against my hand as she went over the edge and came despite her protest. Her cunt lips pulsed against my fingers six or eight times and there was a distinct increase in that beautiful wet slickness as her love juices flowed over my fingers. In the half light I could see her biting her lip to stay silent as the waves of passion coursed through her.
As her spasms ceased she roughly thrust my hand away and there was real anger in her voice.
"Jim get out! That was a terrible thing to do! Get away! Go back to bed!"
She was almost in tears.
Never in all my wildest dreams had I expected this reaction. My fantasies always involved my mother reciprocating my passion. Instead she was filled with disgust. I tried half-heartedly to explain but she wasn't listening, getting more and more furious until I fled, confused, back to my bedroom.
I lay awake almost all night, berating myself in my shame and guilt. My dreams of sexual intimacy with my mother were in ashes. Worse, I was scared stiff she would be forced to report me to some official agency. For the first time since my father died I cried myself to sleep.
Next morning, I descended to the kitchen with dread. Mom was already up and from the redness around her eyes she apparently hadn't slept much either. I was too ashamed to speak and the cold, tight-lipped look she shot at me made me feel like a worm. Breakfast was spent in silence as I avoided her eyes and stared into my cereals. Eventually my mother broke the silence.
"Jim, what were you thinking of last night? You must know that that sort of thing is terribly wrong. You....you've embarrassed me so much...I feel so ashamed....".
She was again on the verge of tears and as her face crumpled I came over and gave her a hug, though she kept her hands over her eyes, not reciprocating my gesture.
"I'm sorry, Mom. It was all my fault. I promise it'll never happen again," I mumbled.
"Okay." she said, wiping her eyes. "The incident is closed. It never happened, understand?" I nodded.
True to her word, over the subsequent days Mom never mentioned that night and I thought for a time that maybe that really was the end of the matter. But gradually, over the next few weeks, things happened to make me think differently. First of all after a spell of being 'good' I began again to fantasise about making love to my mom. This was despite feeling ashamed of myself and consumed with guilt each time this happened. Eventually I was beating myself off every night once more, each time in my imagination coming simultaneously with my mother as she gasped in passion beneath me.
Secondly, there was a subtle but definite change in Mom's attitude to me. I occasionally caught her looking at me a little oddly - in a sort of appraising way, to my mind. She would quickly look away when she saw that I had noticed and maybe even blushed a time or two.
At first I told myself that it was all in my own fevered imagination but there slowly developed a definite sexual tension between us which increased with time. If we touched, for instance, there was a friction which I began to recognize we could both feel.
Mom began to come out from the bath or shower or even just down to breakfast sometimes wearing only a flimsy bathrobe or nightie. This was unheard of even when my dad was alive and it was particularly disturbing in the evening after my little sister was in bed when we might sit watching TV till late. I would be acutely aware of Mom's long, lovely legs protruding from beneath these hardly adequate items of clothing, the hem or edge of which would only just cover her pubes.
Often, I would steal a hungry look in her direction to try to catch a glimpse of naked thigh or the swell of her barely concealed breast. On such occasions she would never meet my eye but study the TV or some book intently but she would begin to flush and I came to know in my heart of hearts that she was aware of the effect this was having on me. Because of my previous experience however, I could never bring the matter out in the open and speak to Mom about it.
About three months after my original disastrous escapade and just before Christmas, my mom went out with her colleagues at work for a seasonal party, planning to first have a meal, then on to a night club. As usual on such occasions (which were rare at that time) I was expected to baby-sit. I didn't object to this because it was only occasionally that I could have a good wanking session without fear of being disturbed. Unfortunately my sister was particularly fractious that night and was late settling down to sleep.
Eventually, though, I got out my favorite soft porn glossies, got myself comfortable beside the fire and began to leaf through them. The stories and letters always got me much hotter than the pictures and I greedily read through some of these items, the graphic descriptions of sex acts feeding my lust as I took my hardening cock from my pants. Slowly I stroked myself in the time honored manner and I felt my hormones start to stir in response to the stimulation of my penis.
I was well on the way to a satisfying ejaculation when suddenly I heard a key in the lock. In a flat panic, I stuffed my rigid cock back into my trousers, zipped my fly and stuffed the magazines beneath the dashion of a chair. Fortunately I had left the TV on and I hastily sat in the armchair and pretended to be engrossed in the news. No sooner had I sat down than in came Mom taking off her coat as she entered.
"What are you doing back so early?" I asked, trying to sound disinterested. "I thought you were partying."
Mom shook her head.
"No, I decided not to go on to the club. The evening was a bit of a flop, really."
She paused and gave me a searching look. She had noticed something strained in my manner and I very clearly saw the penny drop as her eyes flickered to my crotch and then quickly away in embarrassment. We both reddened. She knew I knew she knew....There was silence while we both groped for something innocuous to say. I got to my feet.
"I was just going to make some hot chocolate then go to bed." I stammered. "Would you like some?"
She clutched at this straw gratefully.
"Yes, that would be lovely."
She could not look me in the face.
I fled to the kitchen, cursing myself for a fool, and wondering how I would ever get over this mortification. But there was more of the same to come because when I returned to the living room, to my horror Mom was sitting reading one of the mags I had hurriedly stashed beneath the chair. I stood rooted to the spot, two cups of chocolate in my hands.
"Do you often read these things?" she asked in a quiet voice, looking up at me.
"Er, no, not really. Jason loaned it to me. It's his really. I only borrowed it out of curiosity."
We both knew differently. Mom gave me another quizzical, slightly amused look. There was no way she was buying that story.
She sat in silence, leafing slowly through the pages while I gulped down my drink. When I had finished, I made an excuse of being tired and retreated to bed. Mom simply nodded as I left, still slowly turning the pages.
I lay awake for an hour or so, desperately seeking a way out of the hole I had dug myself into, then drifted off to sleep.
The next thing I knew, I was disturbed by something softly brushing across my chest. Instantly I was wide awake as I saw and felt my mother climbing into my bed, completely naked, straddling my body as I lay on my back. The yellow street light outside my window displayed her lovely face and figure clearly as she lay down on top of me, leaning forward, her gorgeous tits now pressing against my chest. She covered my mouth with her lips and kissed me, at first gently but then gradually harder.
She inserted her tongue between my lips, into my mouth, licking and flicking it against mine, exploring and probing. I could feel the heat coming from her as if she had an internal fire burning and that beautiful sexy scent of her aroused cunt pervaded the air. My cock stiffened rapidly as I realized what was happening. She pulled away slightly and I could feel her trembling against me, partly with nervousness, partly with desire. I guessed she had already given herself a head start with those clever fingers before awakening me. She began rubbing her wet vulva up and down my thigh.
I opened my mouth to speak but quickly she put her index finger over my lips. Her voice was a nervous, hoarse whisper.
"Sshh honey....just you lie quietly. Mommy just wants to borrow something for a while. This here is what I want. You don't mind if I borrow your penis for a few minutes, do you, Jimmy?....Please?...."
In my astonishment I shook my head but the question was meant rhetorically. Mom had already grasped my rock hard member, deftly placed it against her sopping cunt lips and with a barely suppressed moan, sunk down upon it to its full length. She was now lying with her full weight on top of me and we hugged each other close. Nothing in my fevered imaginings prepared me for this sensation as I felt my cock buried for the first time in a woman's innermost place. That warm, wet, beautiful slickness was wrapped around me, gripping my whole shaft and I felt a surge of indescribable love for this woman whom I had known all my life, yet not really known at all.
Mom had her eyes closed, with a look of utter bliss on her face. She was breathing hard through moist parted lips, obviously relishing the feeling of my cock deep inside her as much as I was. She lay perfectly still for perhaps 30 seconds in this way, then she raised herself up, supporting her upper body on her hands as she began to move slowly, slowly up and down upon me. I could feel her gorgeous cunt sliding along the length of my shaft as she raised herself to the point where it almost slipped out, then sank down on it again till our pubes met and she had the whole thing inside her once more.
Her head was bowed, that beautiful mane of coppery hair cascading forward, her eyes closed, concentrating on maximizing her own and my pleasure as she moved my bursting cock in and out of her love tunnel. Her sweet, perfectly shaped breasts were swaying above my chest, jiggling with her to and fro motion and I ached to cup them, suckle on those hard, inviting nipples but I dared not break the mood. She began talking while she rode my cock in this fashion, her words breathy gasps, half to herself, synchronized with the rising and falling of her pelvis.
"Ohh, Jim,that feels so good....You have no idea....That is so lovely ....You wanted this too, didn't you honey? ....Mmmmmmmmmm....Feel good for you too, baby?....Mommy's pussy feel nice?....Is she wet enough for you?...."
That was it! I couldn't stand any more of that. My cock had felt as if it would explode right from the start and at these words I came in torrents. White hot pulsation's of bliss washed over me as I shot my semen deep into my mother's eagerly receptive cunt hole. Spurt after spurt I felt burst from me until I thought I would never stop coming. Never had I had such an intense orgasm. I thrust upwards into my mother's grasping vagina in my ecstasy, every muscle in my body straining and involuntarily groaned aloud, pumping and pumping as I drained myself dry.
Feeling me shooting my sperm into her depths, my mother began to lose control. Her pelvic thrusts became more rapid, her greedy cunt gripping and milking me, demanding more. Our combined juices seeped out around my shaft as she rode it harder and faster, driving my still hard tool deep inside herself, using my penis to bring her towards her own release, which I sensed was very close.
"Oh, baby....now you've done it!....look at what....you've done to me....can't stop now....oooohhhh!....stay hard for me, baby....stay hard.... just a minute more....let me come....all over....that lovely....cock.... oooohhhh!....feels so good....let me have....that....hard cock....please.... oooohhhh!....feel it ....starting....baby?...feel it? ....oh,Jim!.... oh,Jim!....get it upme!!.... ohmigod!....ohmigod!....aaaahhhh!....I'm.... coming....now....I'M COMINNNNNG!!!"
Again her pelvic movements changed as I felt her release overtake her and her hungry vaginal muscles gripped my now softening shaft in wave after rippling wave. She ground her pubic mound hard against mine and rubbed rapidly up and down against it, stimulating her clitoris and taking her completely over the edge. I could feel her pubic hair scratching against me to this frantic spastic rhythm. It felt as though her pussy was literally eating, gobbling my penis.
Eventually the spasms of delight subsided and she sank down, breathless and bathed in sweat, against my chest. My penis was soft now but still lay in that lovely warm haven of her vagina while our breathing and heartbeats slowed.
Mom rolled off me after a little while and we lay snuggled together. She began trembling violently and suddenly I became aware that she was sobbing.
"Oh, Jim I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry....I didn't mean to do that....It's been so long since your Dad....I'm so sorry..."
Horrified, I tried to console her. I held her close, told her that I had wanted her as much as she had wanted me. I blurted out the whole story of how I had come home early that day and how I had been longing for her ever since. At my confession her tears slowed and stopped and as I finished, Mom held my face between her two hands, looked hard into my eyes for several seconds then kissed my face in little pecks all over.
Soon we found each others' lips and hungrily tongued each other once more. Then suddenly I was back inside her, lying side by side and we were thrusting at each other like wild animals, grunting, whimpering and moaning, desperate in our need for orgasm. There was a wet slap-slapping noise as I pounded at her and she at me until in a quivering heap, we came again, clutching tight to one another till the wave swept over and we were quiet once more.
We were both exhausted and I slipped quickly into a sound sleep. When I awoke, Mom had already left the bed. Her smell was still on me and I sniffed my fingers, luxuriating in it for a little while before I too got up.
I was very nervous of her reaction to the previous night but the instant I saw her my fears were put to rest. She was bouncier and chirpier than she had been in a long time and though not a word was spoken about our escapade, her conspiratorial smile and lingering glance into my eyes told me all I needed to know.
That day I walked on air. I was filled with a deep love and happier than I had ever been. I was also filled with anticipation for what might happen that night....
When Mom got home my sister was present and we didn't have a chance to be alone all evening. Finally, Sarah went to bed and left Mom and I watching TV. I was intensely nervous, wanting with all my heart and soul to again make love to my mother but worried sick in case she had had second thoughts about what was, after all, generally thought to be an abhorrent act.
She was sensitive to my mood. As soon as she had put my sister to bed and settled her down for the night, she came over to my chair and sat on my lap, snuggling lovingly against me exactly like a regular girlfriend might do. She kissed me tenderly on the lips - a gentle, chaste kiss. There was none of the nervousness of last night about her.
"It's all right, Jim, I know what you must be feeling but there's no need to worry - there's no going back now. I don't want to go back. You get to bed. I'll have a shower and I'll see you a bit later."
My heart leapt. I held her tight to me, almost crying with my love for her. Obediently, I had a quick freshen up and hopped into my bed. I heard the shower going for what seemed like an age while I made a pretense of reading a book. Then there was silence for a further age and I wondered if I had some how misread my mother's message.
Then the bed room door opened and in came Mom. I was astounded to see that she was fully made up, smelling deliciously of her favourite perfume and wearing a diaphanous negligee. Her slim body and pert breasts clearly visible beneath. Her nipples were standing erect, making little mounds poking cheekily at the thin material.
Again, I noticed her manner contained none of the nervousness of yesterday.
She held her arms akimbo and twisted from side to side, showing off her body, amused by my reaction.
 "You like?" she said in a kittenish voice. "Nice as your nudie models?"
She slid the negligee off her shoulders, letting me feast my eyes on her truly lovely body. She was wearing those same dark, silky stockings and suspender-belt that had haunted my dreams and nothing else but a wide smile.
I reached for her hand and she glided beneath the covers with me. We kissed and held each other close, loving the smooth warm feel of each others naked skin. Her perfume filled my head.
"Jim, honey," Mom murmured, pressed tight against me. "Last night was for me. Tonight is for you."
We kissed again, more passionately and I felt her expert tongue slip itself into my mouth, playing with and teasing mine as it flicked and swirled. She began exploring me with her experienced, confident hands, stroking my chest, abdomen and back. Slowly she worked her way downwards, gripping and fondling my buttocks. Then she slid her hand around to where my erect penis was pressed against her lower abdomen. She took hold of it gently and began rubbing slowly up and down, wanking me.
"Mmmmm....what do we have here? This looks a bit uncomfortable. Maybe we should help you with that....What do you think?"
She wiggled sexily against me.
"Yes, please," was all I could croak.
Mom moved over me and I was expecting to feel that same luscious sensation of entry into her secret place but she had different ideas. She fixed her eyes on mine, looking up at me from beneath her eyelids as she started kissing and nibbling my chest. There was a wicked smile on her lips. She started to work her way downwards, all the while keeping up that steady, slow massaging of my aching cock. She stroked my penis against her soft warm breasts, then made little murmuring of pleasure as she wiped the pre-cum from the tip onto those lovely erect pink nipples. But she wasn't finished yet.
Down she went, slowly, deliberately, teasing me till I squirmed. She had her face level with my cock now and was looking hungrily, appraisingly at it, as if examining some piece of delicious pastry which she was about to taste, trying to decide which part to start with. All the time she kept up that slow rhythm with her right hand. I was going mad with anticipation now as I waited for her to begin what I knew was about to happen. Then she took her eyes from my penis and looked me full in the face again. Still she had that half-amused expression but now there was also something else.
I could see that she was getting extremely turned on by these actions. She moistened her lips, then parting them a little, savouring the moment, she took the head of my cock between them into her mouth, sucking very gently. I was forced to groan out loud at the exquisite pleasure of this and clutched at her head, my fingers lost in that mass of beautiful red hair, trying not to jerk and thrust against her as my instinct told me to for fear of hurting her.
Now she began tonguing the head and rim of my cock, circling it, producing ever more erotic sensations just as I thought it could get no more intense. Still she was stroking the shaft in that up and down motion and began fondling my balls with the other hand. Looking down at my mother fellating me so expertly, that look of obvious enjoyment on her face, traces of pink lipstick on the shaft of my cock as she flicked and swirled that tongue around and around, I had to come.
I groaned a warning to her whereupon she gave a little muffled squeal of delight and began rapidly bobbing up and down over my knob, sucking and licking, using that tongue to bring me to the absolute pinnacle of ecstasy. I shot pulse after pulse of hot spunk into her mouth as she continued to wank me dry, swallowing all I had to offer and still hungrily eating me. Finally the sensation became too acute and after I stopped ejaculating, I had to pull her still eager mouth away from me. I was exhausted.
"Mmmmmmm, baby, you taste good. Was that nice?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
I pulled her close and kissed her deeply. I could taste the salty, slightly spicy taste of my own cum in her mouth.
We continued to lie side by side, french kissing for a while and as we did so, gradually I began to feel that heat begin to ignite inside her. Her kisses became more urgent and taking my right hand in her left, she began to give me a guided tour of her body. She carried on kissing my mouth passionately while trailing my hand over her flank, abdomen buttocks, then up to cup those exquisite breasts.
She showed me how to stimulate her nipples, wriggling against me in delight as she did so. Then she led my eager hand to her by now soaking wet cunt, using my middle finger to feel out and tickle that little hardened knob which was her clitoris. Alternately pushing my finger into her slit, then back to her clit, she excited herself until she was giving little moans of rapture. I could feel her starting to involuntarily thrust her pelvis against me.
"Jim, kiss my breasts, baby." she whispered.
I needed no further urging and lowered my lips to those perfect little mounds. She moaned louder and pushed my fingers faster at her cunt as I began to lick and suckle her nipples. My erection had returned by this time and she was rubbing her lower abdomen against it, starting to get carried away in her passion. With a gasp she pulled herself and my hand away.
"Oh, baby, that's so nice. But I think I need you inside me now or else I'll come all over your hand. You don't want that do you?"
In reply I quickly began licking her nipple again and fingered her stiff little clit as she had shown me. She half gasped, half giggled and pulled me away.
"No, honey, please. I really need a good fucking. Do you think you could handle that? - Oh, yes I see you can! Come here and get that thing inside me before it's too late."
I rolled on top of her and saw that open-lipped, heavy-eyed look on her face which I came to know so well over subsequent months. It meant pussy was ready for me, pure and simple.
Breathless, she once more took my penis in her hand and guided it into her waiting, eager opening. Neither of us said a word as I pushed slightly and sank easily between those sweet, lubricated vulval lips into her. She opened her mouth a little wider with a little gasp and inclined her head as she felt me probing her depths. That gorgeous, delicious moistness enfolded me as our pubic mounds met. We simply looked each other in the eyes and knew via some sort of telepathy what each of us was feeling. It was hard to tell where my body finished and Mom's began, we were so in tune.
Because of my recent orgasm I was much more in control, there was no urgency this time. We were both taking our fill of these delicious sensations, enjoying the feel of each other.
Mom wrapped her legs high around my waist and tilted her pelvis, offering up her pussy so that I could get higher into her. I could feel those smooth stockings rubbing against my flanks and backside. Still with our eyes fixed one to the others' - no words - she began to move me in and out of her. Slowly, controlling my speed with her legs, teaching me all the while, she allowed me to fuck her. Every glorious millimeter of her I could feel as I pistoned in and out, her cunt sucking at me, beckoning me eagerly back in at each stroke.
This continued for a couple, maybe three minutes as our passion rose. Her face was changing as her tension mounted. Those eyes took on a gleam of desire, her lips moister, lusher and her cheeks flushed. Her eyes pleaded with me as she urged me a little faster with her legs, in and out, in and out. The juices of her cunt really began to flow - soaking my prick and flowing even over my balls as they met her vulva at each stroke.
She couldn't help herself now - she began thrusting her pelvis back at me, scratching at my back with her nails. Little throaty moans started to escape her as she continued to fix me with her eyes. Faster, her legs and hips urged and her breath came in little pants and gasps. She drew my face down to hers and kissed me urgently.
"Baby, if you keep....doing that to me....you're going to....make me come....all over your....cock....I hope you are ready.... because it's going to be....a big one."
By this point I too was building towards my climax. I nodded.
"Mmmmmmmmm....Jimmy....keep on....doing that....for me....I can feel it....starting....mmmmmmmm....baby....have you got....some spunk left....in that....cock....for me....Hmmm?....pussy is ....veerrry....thirsty....tonight ....please....give me some....spunk....inside me....please....come with me ....oh baby....here it comes!....here itcomes!....come....with.... meeeeeeeee!!....aaaaaahhhhhh!!....aaaaahhhhh!!!....aaaaahhhhh!!!"
Of course I did. She bucked and thrust her pussy onto my spurting cock and I felt again the waves of contraction rippling up and down her vaginal walls, drawing my seed from me as we climaxed together. Her head was going from side to side and she gasped incoherently. Her legs were beating against my flanks. She came and came and came. I was delighted at this but became a bit worried that I might have hurt her as she writhed and strained against me.
Just as I thought she was slowing, she pushed a trembling hand between our bodies and frantically fingered her clitoris, which immediately started another wave of ecstacy for her. I held on tight, feeling like a tree in a hurricane as she came a second time.
Gradually she quieted and we lay still, a sheen of sweat covering us.
"Oh, Jim," she said when she had got her breath back, "Am I a slut? Please tell me I'm not a slut. This seems so right to me now. I want to keep on loving you like this. Don't let me down, baby."
I looked into her eyes and smiled, then hugged her close.
"Oh Mom, you know I won't. I love you so much and I want to make love to you for ever."
Of course that couldn't be. However for the next three years we remained as close as two lovers ever could be, making love three or four times a week. Mom was the kindest, most considerate sex partner anyone could hope for and instructed me patiently in every form of carnal act conceivable. But we knew that at sometime our affair would have to end and by unspoken agreement it did so when I left home for college. Not long after that, Mom met a very pleasant guy and remarried. Not a word passed between us about the previous three years and although that same telepathy remained, we knew that that phase of our lives was over. I also married happily after a couple more years and now have a grown family.
Until now neither one of us has breathed a word of these events to any living soul but the memories of those three wonderful years remain and I confess sometimes alone in the privacy of my own home I get out the old man and together we take a trip down memory lane.















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