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Mother's Day by Corky





I gently tiptoed into my mother's bedroom carrying her 
breakfast tray. Today was Mothers day and I was going to 
ensure that she got everything she wanted that was in my 
power to give. I sat the tray down beside the bed and 
slowly opened the drapes letting the sun in. The room was 
instantly bathed in bright sunlight as her bedroom was on 
the south side of our house. I stood there a few minutes 
waiting for her to awaken. I didn't want to disturb her 
sleep. Soon she started to stir. The light of the new day 
was enough to start her on the road to wakefulness.

"Good morning, Mother," I said gently. "Happy Mother's day. 
I made you breakfast in bed. Eggs, bacon, coffee and toast. 
Just the way you like them."

Sitting up in the bed and laying back against the pillows, 
she took the tray and, starting to eat, said, " This is a 
surprise. I haven't had breakfast in bed in years. 
Everything looks delicious. Would you like to share some 
with me?"

"No, Mother, I had breakfast earlier as I made yours. This 
is all for you. I hope you like it. Today is your day and I 
want to do everything you want to do. No matter how hard or 
difficult. Just a little something to say 'I love you' and 
appreciate all you have done for me."

It has been three years since my father died in an 
industrial accident and I knew she still missed him more 
than she let on to me. They had been so much in love that 
she went to pieces after the hospital called and informed 
her that they had tried everything to save him, but he had 
been damaged too much to have a chance to recover. I don't 
know what we would have done if it hadn't been for uncle 
Rick, Dads brother. He came over as soon as he heard and 
took charge. He handled all the funeral arrangements, legal 
papers, insurance's and still managed to comfort Mom. He 
hired a lawyer to investigate the accident and was 
instrumental in the lawsuit for negligence against the 
company. They had removed a key safety device from the 
equipment Dad used and forced him to operate it or be 
fired. Uncle Rick never took any of the Three Million 
Dollars they had to pay.

At the funeral, a guy that my Dad had beat up for trying to 
seduce my Mother once, showed up and tried to make a date 
with her. When she turned him down, he started to tell 
everyone that it was no wonder that Rick was so helpful, he 
probably was sleeping with her. I overheard him tell 
someone that and went bonkers myself. I was only be nine 
years old at the time, but nobody said that about my 
mother. I lit into him, smacking him along side his head.

"That's a lie," I shouted. "My Mom isn't that kind of 
person."

He hit me with his fist right on my mouth splitting my lip 
and causing it to bleed.

Rick saw him and ran over. "What the hell do you think your 
doing?" he asked angrily.

"The little ass hole hit me for no reason at all, " the guy 
said. "I was just standing here talking, and he freaked out 
and hit me."

"That's a bunch of bullshit," Rick said. "Little Jeff 
wouldn't hurt a fly without a damn good reason." Turning 
towards me, he asked, "What happened?"

"He said you were sleeping with Mom. That's why you were 
being so helpful to us. I know that's a lie. Nobody tells 
lies about my Mom," I responded.

As soon as I said that, uncle Rick swung around and laid 
one on his chin. The guy fell backwards and landed on his 
ass. "Get out," he shouted. "You couldn't get into her 
pants so you figure telling lies about her is going to 
solve your problem. And hitting little kids sure as hell is 
going to get your ass kicked around here."

The guy just about ran out of the funeral parlor to keep 
uncle Rick from killing him. I stood there with blood 
running down my chin from a split lip. Mom came over and 
gave me a real tight hug as she wiped the blood away from 
my face. She told me how I was a 'real' man standing up 
against ass holes like that. I felt about ten feet tall 
right then. A 'real' man. I guess now that Dad was gone, I 
was the man of the house. I vowed to always take care of 
Mom and to do, and give her, everything I could to make her 
happy.

That was three years ago and now I stood in her bedroom 
serving her breakfast in bed. I loved my mother. Not the 
kind of love a son has for the woman that bore him into 
this world, but the love someone has for a person of the 
opposite sex.

One day, just a few months ago, I had been walking down the 
hall toward my room, when I heard moaning coming from Mom's 
room. Thinking that she might be sick or something, I 
glanced in and was about to go in and ask her if there was 
anything I could do for her. What I saw stopped me in my 
tracks. There was my Mom lying on the bed with nothing on 
except her bra. She had her fingers stuck in her pussy and 
was finger fucking herself furiously. All the time she was 
calling, " Jeff, Jeff, Oh Jeff why did you leave me. I've 
been so lonely and horny since you've died." At first I 
thought she was talking about me, then I realized she was 
talking to my Dad. Or the memory of my Dad. " God I need a 
man," she continued as she stroked herself. Her other hand 
went up to her tit and started to pull the nipple out. I 
would have thought that would hurt. It only seemed to 
inflame her more. Soon, She was bouncing all around the bed 
shouting, " Oh God, Jeff, I'm coming. Help me to come. I 
need your cum to drink. I miss it so. I need your tongue in 
my pussy driving me crazy with desire. " As I watched her 
come down off the high caused by her massive orgasm,

I looked down and saw that I had a terrific boner myself. 
My hand had taken it out of my pants and was stroking it 
while I watched my Mom. I rushed to my room and proceeded 
to jack off until I was shooting cum all the way across the 
room. I hit the wall about half way up. A good ten feet 
away. I put my dick back in my pants and wiped my jizz off 
the wall.

This wasn't the first time I had masturbated my cock 'till 
I shot a good sized load. You can't live with someone 
without seeing them partially naked from time to time. 
Every time I saw Mom bending over with her thong underwear 
on or got a good look down her blouse, I just had to escape 
to my room and stroke my dick until I shot a load.

As I stood there watching Mom eat her breakfast, I couldn't 
help seeing that her nightgown had opened to reveal her 
right breast. I could look all the way in to her nipple. 
She looked at me and I could sense that my face was turning 
red at being caught looking at her. She was my Mother and 
the thoughts I had for her definitely weren't in line with 
being a son. More like a lover or husband. I had never 
given any indication that I harbored any sexual thoughts 
about her, but I think she was beginning to suspect my 
interest ran more deeply than I let on.

Smiling at me she said coyly, "See anything interesting?"

I blushed a deeper color and stammered, "Nnnno, I'm just 
watching you eating."

Patting the side of her bed, she whispered, "Come, sit with 
me. We need to talk."

I reluctantly went over to her side of the bed and sat 
down. From where I now sat, I could see right down her 
nightgown. Her nipples were extended about a half inch out 
and looked as pretty as the picture I had under my mattress 
of a naked girl having sex with a man.

"Your really grown up now, Jeff," she said, looking at my 
crotch. My dick was starting to tent my trousers from 
watching her. "It's been a long, long time since your 
father died. I know you miss him as much or more than I. 
You've been a big help to me since that day. I don't know 
what I would have done these last three years without you. 
I know you haven't any friends anymore 'cause you rush 
right home from school to care for me. Every weekend, you 
work around the house just like your father did, cleaning, 
painting, mowing lawn and all those other chores. I just 
wish that there was something I could do for you."

The covers had by now fallen off her legs and her nightgown 
was open to her waist. I could see the patch of pubic hair 
between her legs. My cock was now straining at the seams to 
get out. My mother saw me shift uncomfortably to try to 
hide my dilemma, and, following my gaze, saw what I was 
looking at. She reached down and covered herself up saying, 
" You seem to have a problem, Jeff. You shouldn't be 
looking at your Mother like that with those thoughts in 
your head."

"I'm sorry Mom, It's just that I know how much you miss Dad 
and I've watched you finger yourself and call out his name. 
I'm sorry that I think your so damn sexy. You're the most 
beautiful woman I know. Better even than a movie star. I 
dream about being Dad and satisfying you needs. I've tried 
to do everything Dad would do, but you need a man, not to 
replace him, but to give you the sexual release you really 
need."

"You seem to have thought this all out very carefully. It's 
strange coming from a twelve year old to be so thoughtful 
and concerned for someone else's needs. It's hard to 
believe you're only twelve years old. Confidentially, I've 
seen you after you take a shower. That piece of meat you 
have between your legs would make your father proud and a 
little envious. It looks bigger than his was. If there was 
only some way we could help each other. I love you too much 
to let you go on getting horny over me."

As she was saying this, her hand was stroking my thigh. Her 
fingers were circling higher and higher until she reached 
the bulge in my pants. Her lips were parted and her tongue 
was licking them to keep them moist. Her tits were rising 
and falling with each breath she took. I watched intently. 
She made no attempt to cover them, preferring to show me 
what I was missing, I guess.

"God, that must hurt," she said. "Why don't you open your 
fly and let that monster out. It must be really 
uncomfortable sitting there like that."

As she said that, her fingers started to pull my zipper 
down. I reached inside my open fly and pulled my throbbing 
manhood out of the confines it was trapped in.

I heard my mother gasp. "Jesus Christ, it's even bigger 
than I thought. I gotta feel this," she said huskily as she 
grabbed my cock and started to stroke it up and down.

She had her mouth open and was licking her lips faster now 
as she pumped life into my dick. Soon I felt the cum start 
to rise.

I said, "Careful, Mom, I think I'm gonna shoot my wad. You 
better stop before it's too late."

"It's already too late," she said, pumping even faster. I 
saw a strange gleam in her eye that told me she wasn't 
herself any more. My Mom had turned into a sex starved 
whore. Jacking off her loving son. Hell, who was I to try 
to stop her. I shot my first spurt straight up in the air. 
Before it had a chance to land, Mom had her mouth on my 
dick sucking out the rest of my cream. I watched as my 
first shot landed on the back of her head. Her mouth was 
making slurping noises as she sucked all my cum out of my 
throbbing dick. I was almost in a state of shock. I didn't 
know what to do next.

Before I was done spurting my love juice, I reached down 
between her legs and, parting her nightgown, rubbed my hand 
across her pussy. My fingers came out wet. She was moaning 
now like when she fingered herself in her own bed. I stuck 
two of my fingers into her snatch and started to finger 
fuck her cunt. Slowly at first and then faster and faster 
as she got into the feel of things.

"Oh yes, oh yes," she cried. "It's been too long since a 
'man' has touched me there. Fuck my cunt, baby, stick your 
fingers all the way in. Hurt me, rub my clit, oh God, I'm 
comingggg."

She bucked so violently that I couldn't keep my fingers in 
her pussy slit any more. All I could do was rub the outer 
slit. It was completely covered with her pussy juices now 
and very slippery. There was almost no friction at all. I 
felt her clit swell up and pulsate with each orgasm 
contraction.

When she was done, she looked at me and said, " We 
shouldn't have done that. You're my son and I have to 
protect you from that sort of thing. I don't know what got 
into me."

"Mom, you needed that. Just as much as I did. It's been too 
long since Dad died and I know you haven't even looked at 
another man. It's Ok if you want to get relief from your 
sexual frustrations. I can always jack off at night. Of 
course I always think of you when I do. I see you when you 
finger yourself, but that isn't enough. It's gotten so you 
do it almost every night."

"Maybe your right. Damn, it's hard to think of you as my 
twelve year old son. You seem to know what I need more than 
I do. I don't want another man to ever touch me like that 
again. Your father was the best at making love and no one 
can ever replace him. You know, your the spitting image of 
him when I first met him. I think having sex with you would 
almost be like having sex with him again. I've seen those 
books you keep under your mattress, and I know you know 
what it's all about. What do you say. Shall we try it once 
and see if it works out?"

I looked down at my cock. I was hard again and swaying back 
and forth.

Mom looked at it also and said, "I think that's my answer."

Removing the breakfast tray, I pulled the covers off the 
bed and gently removed her nightgown. She helped me to 
remove my pants and shorts as I took of my shirt. I only 
knew what I had seen in pictures. I moved slowly between 
her legs and spread he cunt lips apart. They were still 
juicy from her last come. The smell of her pussy was so 
inviting, I just had to dip my tongue into that crack. 
Starting at the bottom, I swirled my tongue in little slow 
circles up her slit until I reached her clit. Once there, I 
sucked it into my mouth and flicked my tongue across it 
rapidly. This drove her wild. She started to bounce up and 
down so rapidly that I couldn't keep my mouth on her cunt. 
As soon as I stopped sucking her clit, she calmed down a 
little. I continued sucking, but with a little less energy.

"Oh Jeff," she cried, "I'm going to come again. Don't stop 
sucking my cunt, Make Momma come, Make Momma fill your 
mouth with her cunt juices. Make my pussy fuckable. Oh 
yes.... oh yessss... OH BABY, OH BABY JEFF... I'M 
COMINNNGGGG... AAAIIIEEEEEE."

All the time I had been sucking my mother's pussy, I had 
been rubbing my dick into the sheets. It was now rock hard 
and ready for it's first visit with the man in the boat. 
The little sailor was expecting company and I wasn't going 
to disappoint him. I crawled up my mother's body and 
positioned myself above her just like in the magazines. She 
had a glazed look in her eye as she reached down to guide 
my dick into her waiting sopping wet pussy.

I could hear her saying over and over, "Fuck me... fuck 
me... fuck meeeee. Jeff, I love you... fuck meeeee now, 
Jeff."

I didn't know if she meant me or my father. All I knew was 
that I was going to fuck my Mother's pussy and satisfy her 
every need. I was going to give her what she had been 
missing for three years. I didn't care if she thought I was 
her husband or her son, I was going to fuck her anyway. My 
penis split her pussy lips and sank up to the pubic hairs 
into heaven. I never in my wildest dreams had imagined a 
pussy could feel so good. I started to pump in and out 
slowly. Her pussy was so damned tight. Not having anything 
in there for three years almost made it too tight to fuck. 
I was pushing pretty hard to fill her up.

"Oh Jeffry, that feels so good. It's been too long since 
you fucked me. Make me come, baby, make wifely cum all over 
your big cock. I want to feel your jizz fill me up. Make me 
scream for your cum. I want it. Fuck me, baby, fuck your 
little wife's tight pussy. Make me cum."

I guess I knew now. In my Mothers mind, I was now her long 
lost husband. I didn't care. She needed fucking and, by 
God, I was going to give her all the cock she wanted, any 
way she wanted it. I pumped faster and faster until I felt 
her pussy wall's start to contract in her impending orgasm. 
I willed my own cum to start on that short journey from 
balls to pussy. Her screams of orgasm set me off. I shot 
jets of cum into her cunt. Over and over, I spurted until 
her pussy was overflowing. Being young, I could fuck for 
hours.

I kept up pumping as long as she kept yelling. "My God... 
My God... your cock is great Jeff.. keep fucking... I need 
your cum... I need your cock... don't stoppppp... oh 
nooooo... ah ah ah ah ah ah ah...." her breathing became 
erratic.

As I kept pumping her twat, my cum and her cum mixed and 
was beaten into a foaming white froth. She reached down 
between her legs and scooped up a handful. Bringing it up 
to our mouths, she first stuck it in my mouth and then into 
hers. We French kissed and enjoyed the taste of our 
combined cum. I lay on top of her for what seemed an 
eternity after she finally calmed down from her astounding 
orgasm.

Finally, she opened her eyes and, smiling, said, "Thanks my 
darling. You will never know how much I needed that. Your 
the greatest son a needy Mother ever had. When we were 
fucking, I actually thought you were Dad. I hope that 
doesn't upset you. You fuck just like your father. So 
strong and demanding. He was the only other man in my life 
that could satisfy me."

"It makes me proud, Mom, that you thought I was Daddy. I 
vowed when he died to take his place. I guess now that 
we've fucked and you thought that I was Dad, I've fulfilled 
my vow. I only hope that we can do this again and again. I 
love you and want to be just like Dad. Your loving 
husband."

"I can never love another like your father. You are your 
father. Loving you is the same as loving him. Do this 
again? You better believe it. Now that I know that I can 
get cock anytime I want, you will find I want it a lot. 
Your father and I never missed a night. Of course you'll 
have to move into my bed if your going to take your 
father's place. You might as well take his bed as long as 
you fuck his pussy. Besides, I don't want to have to go all 
the way across the hall whenever I want cock."

As she said all this, she moved down my body until her 
mouth was over my dong. Licking the head, she continued, " 
I got three years to catch up on. I'm glad your young. You 
can get it up four, five times a night. At least for a 
while." A while. With a pussy and tits like hers that was 
just begging to be sucked and fucked, it got it up for 
years, every night. The record was nine times in twenty-
four hours.

After I graduated high school and still lived at home, 
people started to talk and wonder about the Momma's boy. 
Was he going to live at home all his life. He must also be 
queer. He never dated girls. Boy if they only knew. No 
other girl could suck and fuck like Momma can.

We sold the house and moved to Florida as man and wife. 
Everyone remarked at how wonderful a couple we were. So 
devoted to each other. I've got a son/brother and a 
daughter/sister now. Some day we have promised ourselves 
that we will tell them the truth about our undying love. We 
watch how they seem to only love each other very much. 
Incest isn't as bad as people say if both parties are in 
total agreement and there is a lot of love. Mom and I don't 
see anything wrong with mother/son common law marriage and 
brother/sister common law marriage. We've watched them 
fucking their brains out one night by the pool when they 
thought we were not home. Pretty precocious for seven and 
eight. One night soon, we plan to make an orgy of it. I'm 
curious if my daughter/sister's pussy can stretch enough to 
accommodate my dick and Momma wants to be fucked by her 
other son. He's a little like me, always trying to hide a 
hard-on

We can hardly wait.
