I received an e-mail from a reader recently. He told how he and his mother had a loving, sexual relationship during his teenage years after his father had died suddenly and he and his mom had emigrated to the U.S. from Eastern Europe.
Poor, scared, alone, and not fluent in English, they sought solace in each others arms during some truly troubling and difficult times. Eventually he joined the Marines and proudly served his new country. He subsequently married, had children and led a "normal" life but he said he had never regretted the time he and his mother had spent together as lovers. In fact they never stopped...
This is not that story. Instead it's one that popped into my head after I'd read his...
Friday night, 10:50 p.m. March 14th 2008
"You're back early," my mother said as she looked up from her book when I entered the den just before eleven. She had her long legs curled under her and was sitting at the end of the dark blue sofa that dominated our den. Her rectangular, black framed reading glasses, the same color as the long, silken tresses that tumbled down over her shoulders, sat perched on the end of her nose. She looked great. She always did!
"Becky was tired," I said, shrugging my shoulders as I threw myself down on the other end of the couch. "Watcha doing?" I asked casually as I let my eyes surreptitiously slide over her curves
"Reading," she said ruefully. I noticed that a couple of the old photo albums were on the coffee table and guessed she'd been looking at the old family pictures again.
"C'mon ma, it's Friday for crying out loud, you gotta get out once in a while," I chided.
Mom, who was a young looking thirty-five year old, and was an ER nurse at the local hospital, never seemed to have a date on her free nights. Which, given her looks, didn't make much sense to me. I hadn't really noticed her lack of man when I'd been growing up. And until grandpa had died just over a year ago we'd always had a man around the house so it hadn't been so obvious. It had only been after my own sex drive had exploded into life that I'd started to wonder about mom.
"What's wrong with Becky anyway?" she asked without looking up.
"Who knows ... some girl thing."
"Some girl thing?" she asked as she flicked her eyes over at me. She had an amused mothers smile on her lips.
"Well you know," I stammered.
"Her period?" mom asked, not taking the hint that I didn't really want to discuss it.
"I guess," I said noncommittally, "Or something else. Wanta play cards or watch a movie or something?" I asked as I idly picked up one of the photo albums from the table and started to flip through it.
"C'mon, you know ... heck you're the expert," I grumbled.
"What things? Bobby, why are you embarrassed?"
"I'm not," I replied as I felt even more blood rush to my cheeks. I had a sudden crazy urge to lean over and capture mom's lips in mine ... to stop her words ... to taste her.
"We are in the twenty-first century my dearest son," she said with the teasing tone now clear in her voice. "The age of science ... of medical knowledge ... of informed teenagers ... AIDS ... STD's ... condoms."
"Jeeze ma," I muttered. Cripes, what's wrong with bloody women these days I asked myself silently? It was bad enough that you have to spend half the evening talking about clothes, hair gel, chick fliks and Brittany Spears to even get a girl to kiss you. But then, after your girl bails on you before you can get to first base, you get home and your mom gives you the third degree.
"You do know what a woman's period is don't you? I mean you do remember your eighth grade sex classes, right? The talks we had? What your granddad told you?"
"I don't want to talk about it," I said as I jumped to my feet and turned to leave the room even as I hoped she'd call me back.
"Hey you ... I'm sorry Bobby ... what movie were you thinking of watching?" mom wistfully asked my back. I was surprised to catch the hint of loneliness in her voice.
"Can we watch one of the old ones?" I asked as I turned back, meaning the old family films.
"You want to? Really?" She asked as she brightened, then added, "Yeah okay, sure," when she saw my nod. Then I watched as she put her book down and then leaned back and stretched her body. It was a stretch that pulled her shoulders back and thrust out her full, round breasts and filled her suddenly taut, pink turtleneck sweater. Outstanding breasts! Better than Becky's. By far! Except that they were my moms.
You pervert, I chastised myself as I covertly took in the view, watching as mom's nipples pushed outwards through the thin wool. Ma's body had being increasingly getting my attention over the previous couple of months. Lately, weird as it may seem, mom had been appearing in my dreams more often than my girlfriend. And somehow I sensed that she enjoyed the attention, and that even sometimes maybe she was trying to attract it. I knew suddenly the stretch was for me. She wanted me to look at her tits.
"You'll have to make the popcorn," I challenged with a smile, now eager to spend a Friday night with ma, realizing I was as lonely as she, now more than eager to sit next to her on the couch. I let my eyes linger on her breasts, just long enough to make sure she'd notice my attention.
"You want a coke too?" she asked as she hopped up from the couch. There was a smiling blush on her cheeks. Her breasts bounced under her sweater. Then, as she headed for the kitchen she turned back and said, "Hey you, I'm going to go put my p.j.'s on and get comfy, maybe you should too."
"Ya, okay ... sure, give me five," I answered as I jumped up and followed her from the room and then moved down the hallway to my bedroom at the back of the house. After quickly stripping off my jeans, shorts and shirt I stood for seconds in front of my full length bedroom mirror watching myself. Fuck, I should be over at Becky's house I complained silently as I examined my reflected body. I slowly lifted my penis and then waved it at the mirror. "Here Becky, Bobby's got a nice big present for you," I said angrily to the empty room as my cock jumped into hardness filling my palm. Yeah, except little Becky was at home alone in her bed. But then a vision of mom's breasts flashed through my mind, completely erasing any thoughts of Becky.
To heck with underwear I told myself as I rummaged in my dresser for my old grey sweatpants that I normally wore when lounging around watching TV. But I usually didn't when mom was around, and certainly not without underwear under them.
I grinned at my reflection as I watched my now clearly outlined cock through the thin, light grey fabric that clung to my legs. What'll mom think if I walked into the den like this I wondered as I took a few tentative steps in front of the mirror, watching my penis bounce with each step. Christ, I better change I decided and then slowly started to lower my pants, but laughed when my freed cock sprang upward hard against my stomach.
I watched it for seconds before pulling my pants back up. She's seen me in sweats before, no big deal I convinced myself as I tucked my penis away. No big deal. Yeah right!
"She's your mother stupid," I muttered out loud as I grabbed two thirty-five pound dumbbells from the floor and started curling them in front of the mirror. After two sets of twelve reps I paused and admired the bulging biceps that were reflected back at me.
"Are you coming?" I heard mom call from the den.
"Two secs," I yelled back, then dropped the weights, pulled a tank top on over my head and left my room and started down the hall. "Just gotta pee first," I shouted.
"Hurry up, the popcorns getting cold" she yelled back.
My washroom was between my room and the den and when I entered it I purposely left the door open. After lifting the toilet seat up I pulled my penis out and aimed the still semi-hard rod at the bowl below. The stream of piss when it started was strong and splashed noisily down into the yellowing water. I loved the sound and knew mom next door could easily hear it. Would she say anything I wondered as I pushed it back into my pants? She did.
"You should shut the door," mom said when I finally got back to the den.
"Huh?" I asked, feigning incomprehension.
"When you pee. You're noisy. Did you at least put the toilet seat down after?" she asked as her eyes flicked to my groin. My eyes followed hers — my penis was clearly outlined!
"I think so, but what's the prob, you don't use that can anyway," I said as I sat down next to her. My cock bounced upward as I sat.
"Yeah, well," she said as she got up and went over to the DVD player.
Jeeezus! My eyes finally focused on what mom was wearing. What the hell did she have on? Without a seconds thought I let out a wolf whistle.
"What?" she asked as she turned her head to look back at me.
"Where'd you get those? Have you been shopping at Victoria's Secret or something?" I accused, a stupid grin on my lips.
"What do you mean? They're just new p.j.s, nothing special," she said as she half turned towards me with a DVD in her hand.
"Sure ma," I said in a disbelieving tone, unable to take my eyes off the curves her new jammies just highlighted. "Do you have a new boyfriend by any chance? A doctor maybe?" I asked as I leered. Mom started to blush as I continued to run my eyes over the form fitting, two piece, ivory colored, knit outfit made up of a V necked cami over a matching pair of form fitting boy shorts. She had never worn something like this in front of me before. And I'd been worrying about what I had on I thought to myself as I watched her.
"Yeah right, like some doctor would want to go out with me," mom groused as she bent over and inserted one of the DVD's in the machine. The soft cotton of her shorts rode up the back of her perfectly proportioned thighs and provided a quick shot of two round cheeks as the material bunched up into her anal crack.
"I don't know ma ... you're pretty hot ... especially for an old widow lady," I said as she moved towards me and the couch. "He'd be one lucky guy," I added, a teasing smile on my lips.
"Old ... ha, ha ... as if," she answered as she plopped herself down on the couch next to me and handed me the remote. Then she reached over and grabbed the bowl of popcorn from the coffee table and put it in her lap. I watched as her breasts moved under her top. The blood started flooding back into my cock!
"Here, you take the remote," I ordered as I grabbed the bowl and put it on my lap, trying to disguise the awaking giant, the growing bulge. I could see the dark shadows of mom's nipples through the light colored material that struggled to contain her heaving breasts.
"We're sharing that popcorn young man," she warned as she pushed the play button on the remote.
A picture of my dad appeared up on the TV screen as my mother nestled her soft body against mine in a comfortable position for her that inadvertently allowed me to see halfway down her top. Or was it inadvertent I suddenly wondered? My hard-on jumped to attention, almost upsetting the bowl of popcorn! My eyes darted back and forth between the images on the screen and the dark pink areolas I'd dreamed of but had never seen before.
I watched the TV as my father, captured on film some seventeen years earlier, ran over to my mother and lifted her high into the air. Both of them were laughing and obviously in love. He lowered her and then they embraced, kissing in a passionate embrace that rivaled anything you'd ever see up on the big screen. When we'd transferred all our old family films and photos to DVD's a couple of years earlier mom had insisted that this clip of dad and her be the first scene of every one of the three DVDs we'd finally had made.
Now, sitting next to my mother, watching them kiss on the TV, I put my left arm around her shoulders and pulled her even tighter against me. And then, with her soft hair resting against my cheek and the smell of her perfume wafting around my head, I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be doing what my dad was doing up on the screen. What he'd done so many years before.
"How old were you then?" I whispered even though I'd seen the film a hundred times and knew every frame of it. The fingers on the arm I had around mom lightly caressed her upper arm.
"Eighteen ... we'd been married almost two years by then ... you know all that," she accused, then, watching the screen, she reached into the bowl on my lap and grabbed a handful of popcorn. The bowl teetered on top of my cock.
"You were so beautiful ... dad was lucky-", I said almost reverentially while slipping my free hand under the elastic band of my pants and adjusting my penis, freeing it from the weight of the bowl. Looking down I could see the thick shaft clearly through the cloth, then quickly moved the bowl to the side a bit so it was partially between mom and the tent that had formed. "You still are," I added.
"Hah!" she answered. But when I'd looked up I caught her eyes peeking down, saw the surprise, the interest?
My father, John Morgan, Jack to everyone, an eighteen year old who'd just graduated from high school and then immediately joined the Marines, was just one of the thousands of recruits that pass through Camp Lajeune, North Carolina every year. It was the summer of 1988 and a couple of weeks after arriving at the camp he ran into sixteen year old Cindy Brown, the precocious daughter of a Marine Corps master sergeant. It was love at first sight!
I got to know my grandfather, Robert Carlyle Brown, pretty well growing up, what with my father dead and mom and I living with him. And to me, even now, the greatest mystery of my parent's life was how they ever got together, fell in love and eloped with grandpa guarding the gate. Somehow dad had slipped through gramp's defenses and carried off the prize without getting killed. Which must have taken some doing! My grandfather had been one tough son of a bitch!
On one of my gramps and my overnight hunting outings years later, when I was maybe twelve or thirteen, sitting by the campfire after a day in the woods, he'd told me the story of how he'd arrived home one Friday to be presented his daughters elopement letter by his wife of twenty years.
"Had grandma known about it?" I'd asked.
"She'd been as surprised as I was," he admitted in his gruff, deep voice. "I wasn't happy."
"And what happened when they finally came home?" I asked my grandpa as we sat in the warmth of the fire.
"Never you mind Bobby ... anyway, it all worked out," he'd answered, closing the subject. But of course I eventually heard the story of how my father and grandfather had gone at it for about thirty rounds in the then dusty front yard of the house I'd been born in and where I had spent my whole life. I heard of how they finally, bloodied and bruised, spent the rest of the night sitting on the front porch getting drunk together, finally emerging in the morning as best friends.
Life went on. Mom got pregnant almost immediately while dad continued his marine training. She continued to live with her parents in the small southern town on the edge of the largest Marine base in the country and that's where yours truly, Robert John Morgan, named for my grandfather and father, was born on November 17th 1989. More than eighteen years ago.
I never got to know my grandmother, she died of breast cancer at fifty-one years of age, three days before my first birthday.
Nor did I get a chance to really get to know my father! He died in nineteen-ninety two in some place called Mogadishu, Somalia over there in Africa. Gave his life in the service of our country. Fighting for who knows what. I'd tried to figure out what the whole thing had been about when I was sixteen. Read stories, checked the Internet, asked around. But I'd never really figured it out.
When I'd asked my gramps to explain it he's simply said, "We live in the greatest country in the world Bobby. And when our country needs us, men like your father and me and even you," and here he stopped to drill me with his eyes, "we answer the call."
"Yes sir," I'd answered, having known for years that one day I too would become a Marine and serve my country.
When dad died I wasn't yet three years old. And so, my only memories of my father were the stories I'd heard from mom and gramps and the meager photographic evidence he'd left behind.
But there weren't that many photographs ... not that many films of my dad and mom. They'd only known each other for less than four years and dad had been away for over two of them.
Mom and I watched the film silently for over an hour — both of us lost in our own private thoughts but drawing warmth from the contact between our bodies. Tears silently flowed down mom's cheeks much of the time as she watched the man she'd loved. And it was almost as bad for me as I sat watching my gramps up on the screen, the man who'd raised me, dead only just over a year now.
And yet as I watched I was continually aware of the warmth of mom's thigh against mine, of her soft dark hair nestled against my cheek, of the glimpses of her full, milky white breasts, of her perfume ... of how the cloth of her pajama bottoms would tighten across her groin each time she shifted her legs and give me a hint of the channel below. Of the way her breast gently pressed against my side ... of her pink areolas ... capped by erect nipples...
"Do you want to watch the next one," mom asked softly when the DVD finally ended. It was just after midnight. A last lone tear was slowly winding down over her cheek. She was nestled against me.
"Why don't we watch it tomorrow night?" I answered, then bent over and kissed the tear from her cheek.
"What about Becky? You always take her out Saturdays."
"To hell with her," I said, choosing words that I knew would arouse mom's curiosity. Words I'd spent the last twenty minutes of the film planning to say. Then I slowly uncoiled from her and made to stand. I knew she wouldn't let me leave on that note.
"Is something wrong between you two?"
"Nah. I just don't think its going to work."
"With Becky? How come? She's a nice girl..." mom said, but even I could detect the false tone in her praise. Mom had never really liked my girlfriend.
"She's okay ... but ... it's just that ... it's embarrassing, you probably don't want to-" I stammered, leaving another lure for mom. Meanwhile I was thinking to myself, what are you doing? Go to bed ... you can't have her ... it'd be wrong ... wouldn't it? ... she'll hate you if you try anything ... you're sick... .
"Yes I certainly do want to hear about it young man," mom said as she put her hand on my arm, holding me from leaving.
"It's just that," I started but then stammered to a halt.
"Is Becky pregnant?"
"Maaaaaaaa!" I was stunned by her question.
"Well ... the way you-"
"It's just the opposite," I finally admitted with a rueful laugh as I sat back down next to her. My cock was hardening.
"What do you mean?"
"She doesn't believe in having sex."
"She's a virgin?" mom asked, her incredulity clear. "But-"
"She's too young ... she's not sure ... she wants to wait for college ... she's afraid ... we're not going to see each other next year ... her minister said ... she's not ready ... what if she got pregnant," I said, reciting just some of Becky's increasingly lame excuses.
"But you're eighteen ... you're not a virg... ," mom started but then trailed off into silence as she watched my face. "I mean there's nothing wrong if you are Bobby ... I just thought," she stammered out when she started up again. "What about Carrie?' she asked, referring to the girl I'd been dating in the fall.
I just shook my head.
"You've never been with a girl?" she asked.
I shook my head no as I said, "I've kissed them ... you know, necked ... other stuff ... just not..." My voice trailed off.
"What other stuff Bobby?"
I didn't have to fake my nervousness or my blush now. "Just stuff ... touching..." I stammered.
"Becky's breasts? Her..." Mom didn't finish but her eyes quickly flicked downward to her groin.
"No, not there! Maybe her breasts a couple of times," I admitted shyly.
"You do like girls don't you?" mom asked as she placed her hand on my upper thigh.
It took me a second to understand mom's suggestion. "What? Of course I do!" I spat out as my face reddened. "You don't think I'm a homo do you?"
"No sweetie, of course not," she quickly answered. She then gave my thigh a quick squeeze as she added, "But Bobby, whatever you are or aren't you will always be the person I love the most in this world."
"I know mom."
"You better," she answered as she lifted her arms and engulfed me in a hug.
"I love you too," I said and then lightly brushed mom's lips with mine. It wasn't a lover's kiss but neither was it a son's kiss.
"It's just I'm surprised, I thought," she said when we pulled apart, then started to laugh.
"What's so funny?" I asked, pretending to stay angry at her even as my eyes slid down onto her chest. I'd just kissed my mom! Felt her tongue for a second.
"I've been feeling sorry for myself ... for months," she said between giggling laughs. "Thinking you've been ... well, you know-"
"Doing it," I suggested.
"Yes ... while I've been wiling away the hours at home alone."
"And why are you home alone?" I challenged. "You're beautiful. Don't you like sex?"
'Don't try to change the subject young man, we're talking about you tonight," mom said even as a blush came to her cheeks.
"I masturbate ... I mean a lot, an awful lot," I finally admitted shyly.
"I know you do."
"And who do you think washes your sheets, your underwear, young man?" mom asked with a grin. "It's a small house Bobby."
"But I still thought you were ... active. But what about your friends? Like Charlie. Or Joe. Sam. Are they-"
"Virgins?" I finished for her. Seeing her nod I answered, "About half and half. It's just that ... I don't know ... I want to ... but it doesn't ever seem to work."
"What doesn't work? Your penis?" she asked as her eyes darted downward. Yes I knew she was teasing but there was also a bold, husky tone in her voice I'd never heard before. And for mom even to mention the word penis...
"Ha, ha. My approach mom. I think I'm too nice. This works fine," I insisted as I highlighted the bulge in my pants with my fingers.
"Don't be crude young man," ma ordered. "Women aren't impressed by boasters or show-offs. Having a large penis doesn't mean anything."
"Yuck ... Maaaaa! That is so gross," I said even while loving the way our conversation was going. Then I challenged her with, "Do you really think it's big?"
"CHARLIE!" she admonished but I couldn't help but sense the sexual excitement behind her words.
"I'm hard all the time ... horny ... I dream of stuff ... every night ... I just wish Becky would..." I mumbled as I circled my now bone-hard penis right through the thin cotton and moved it so that it was pointing towards mom.
"You know Bobby, maybe you are too nice," she said musingly as her eyes jumped back and forth between my eyes and my penis below. "Sometimes a man has to be ... well he has to force the issue a bit..."
"You've always taught me to respect women, to," I started, then was interrupted by mom.
"I don't mean force that way honey ... I mean be more manly ... Marine like ... like your father, your grandfather. Take charge."
"I don't think the whole Marine Corps could get through Becky's defenses," I joked ruefully.
"Aren't you a good dancer? Your dad certainly was. And a good kisser," mom added.
"He was?" I said, a hint of surprise in my voice, then added, "I think I'm sorta okay ... I mean ... well sometimes Becky complains."
"About what?" my mother asked.
"Who knows? She's always complaining about something."
"She is? She's lucky to have you, to have a man as nice as you," mom said indignantly.
"Not according to her. She says I don't really have rhythm."
"Show me," mom suddenly demanded as she jumped up from the couch. She reached down and grabbed my hand, then urged me upward.
"Show you what?" I asked as I let her pull me up.
"Show me how you two dance." Then, still holding my hand, she turned and walked over to the CD player.
"C'mon mom," I complained, trying to keep the eagerness out of my voice.
"C'mon what," she asked as she pushed a CD into the machine and then turned and faced me. Her nipples were hard and erect under her thin top.
"We're in our pajamas," I answered as the music started up. "God, what's that?"
"Your daddy and I used to dance to it ... years ago," my mother said as she took my hand and then moved into my embrace.
"To that?" I asked with a fake grimace on my face.
"The night before he left ... for the last time ... we danced, right in this room," mom said as she slipped an arm around my neck.
"You did? Where was I? Grampa?" I asked as I tentatively put my arm around my mom's back.
"Your grandfather took you away for the weekend ... to give us some privacy," she answered with a far away look in her eyes, clearly remembering the night. "You're taller than your dad," she said softly as she nestled her head into the crook of my neck.
"I am?" I asked as I felt my mother's breasts brush lightly against my chest.
"Uh, huh ... and taller than your granddad too," she added as she released my hand and put both hands around my neck.
"Well you're taller than Becky ... you fit me better too ... much better," I answered even as I realized how well our bodies fit together. I tentatively pulled her just a little closer.
"When you're dancing with her do you talk to her?" she asked, making no attempt to move away from me.
"Not much," I admitted, "we just sorta dance. The music's loud. We don't usually dance close like this." My cock was hard. Throbbing as it reached outward toward mom. I pulled back as though scalded when it brushed her thigh.
"You don't tell her she's beautiful ... that she smells nice ... or that you love the feel of her hair ... or?" she asked, her face now turned towards me, her lips just inches from mine. "Do you pull her closer to you? Take charge. Make her feel what a man you've become?" She moved closer to me as we continued to dance, just close enough that her breasts continually came in contact with my chest. Again and again as we danced slowly together my hard penis came in contact with her body ... her stomach ... her thighs ... her mound.
"Becky comes with a force field ma, you don't get closer than about a foot," I joked.
"Your father used to hold me so close Bobby," she invited.
"Like this?" I asked as I pulled her against me.
"Uh huh ... it was so nice. He was so strong ... like you." My cock was throbbing!
"Yes ... you're a man now. Strong ... and big." Her eyes were lovingly staring into mine.
"I am? Big? My..."
"Can I tell you a secret?" mom asked. Her lips were just inches from mine. I nodded eagerly. "You can't ever tell anyone," she instructed.
"I won't," I quickly agreed.
"Your daddy and I ... that last night ... in this very room ... to this song," mom whispered wetly in my ear.
"Yes," I encouraged.
"We danced naked."
"WHAT! You did? No clothes at all?" My hands tentatively slid down and onto her bum. Caressed ... squeezed lightly ... explored. My cock was standing erect between our two stomachs. There was no hiding my excitement now.
"Uh huh," she answered dreamily, her body now plastered against mine. "Just both of us topless at first ... my naked breasts against his bare skin ... my nipples..."
"Your nipples what?" I whispered as I moved my hands upward, first off her bum and onto the small of her back, then up and under the soft cotton cami she wore. As my fingers moved upward the cami slowly rose with them. Finally up over her breasts.
"He liked feeling them like that ... hard, poking him," she remembered as she released me for a second and lifted her arms over her head, her invitation clear. I lifted her top up and off her. Topless, she quickly grabbed my tank top and pulled it over my head. I watched spellbound for seconds, mouth open, my eyes locked on my mother's naked breasts. Full, round breasts.
"Jeeesus," I mumbled as she moved against me, pushing her hard nipples into my chest. We stood locked together, swaying to the music, my impossibly hard cock trapped now between our stomachs. I caressed my mothers naked back, then slowly moved my hands downward and slipped them under the material of her shorts and onto her bum. Her tongue probed moistly into my ear as I slid a finger down her anal crack.
"You and Becky have never done this?" mom asked softly as she rubbed her breasts back and forth against me.
"She has little padlocks on every bra she owns," I answered as I cupped mom's ass in my hands and then, while squeezing her firm skin, pulled her cheeks apart.
"It was so sexy with your daddy that night."
"The second dance we were totally naked," my mother purred into my ear.
"You were?" I asked as I grasped the top of her shorts and pushed them down over her rear and down her thighs. "Like this?"
"Uh huh," she answered as she stepped out of her shorts. I craned my neck to try and see past her bare breasts to her pubes below. She quickly knelt and pulled my cotton sweats down, releasing my throbbing erection. Then before I could see much of anything she slipped back into my arms.
"Becky's a little fool," mom said as she thrust her body against mine. We danced ... or maybe a better description would be that we stood interlocked in the middle of the room, hardly moving. I was afraid that my naked cock, rubbing against the silken skin of my mother, would explode at any second.
I pulled away from mom when the song ended, urgently trying to forestall the ejaculation I felt building at the base of my penis.
"What's wrong honey?" ma whispered.
"You're so beautiful," I gasped as I let my eyes drift over her perfect body, eyes that stopped only when they reached the dark triangle of thick pubic curls at the base of her stomach. Mom moved back into my arms and trapped my erection between us.
"What did you do after you and dad finished the second dance?" I stammered, knowing I couldn't last much longer.
"Your daddy simply bent, picked me up in his arms and carried me to our bedroom."
"He did? Like this?" I asked as I lifted my mother up into my arms.
"Yes honey," she answered as she pushed her hand down between our bodies and slipped it around my cock. "Then we made love all night."
"Ohhh Mommy," I groaned as I rushed from the room with her in my arms. Seconds later I laid her down on her back on the soft eider down comforter that covered her queen size bed. Then, my prick still grasped in her insistent palm, I crawled up between her legs and knelt between her thighs.
"Hurry baby ... hurry ... hurry for mommy," my mother urged as she pulled my engorged shaft, already dripping out a thick drop of precum, towards the trimmed triangle at the junction of her legs. Her pink slit and insides, peeking through her dark hairs, lured irresistibly. A spasm of excitement rippled through my body when mom slowly rubbed my cockhead up and down her moist channel.
"Right there," mom instructed when she'd positioned my cock. Tentatively I pushed its heart shaped head between her protruding lips, then felt them close behind it as the head was swallowed by her sticky insides.
"It's so tight ... it feels so good," I mumbled wonderingly, stunned by how much different, how much better it felt than anything I'd imagined.
"You're big ... so big baby," she groaned, then moaned out a deep, long, "aaaaaaaahhhh," as I thrust more inches of my shaft inside her. Her legs curled around my back.
"Unh ... unh ... unhhh," I groaned, each grunt made in unison with three quick thrusts of my hips, each one pushing my cock deeper than the last. And then, the second I'd completely buried my penis inside her, I felt the first eruption of my sperm as it rushed up my bucking cock and then spurted out into my mother's womb.
"I'm sorry ... I shoulda..." I stammered as I moved to pull my still hard and spurting shaft from mom's pussy.
"Don't ... leave it there baby ... it's perfect," mom promised just before her lips found mine. Her legs locked around my back trapping me.
"But," I started to protest, sure I'd completely failed in my first attempt to make love. But my protest was stilled by the moist tongue that pushed insistently between my lips.
"We'll do it slower this time," my mother whispered when our lips finally separated.
"Slower? We're going to do it again?"
"Uh huh. And longer ... and harder ... and bigger ... and wetter," she promised as she rolled us so that I was on my back and she was left straddling me. My ridged cockhead kept me anchored inside of her. "Then we'll do it a third time," mom promised as she started to move.
"Shouldn't I put on a condom?" I asked even as I wondered if it wasn't too late ... as I wondered if my first premature load of cum hadn't already put a baby inside of her. Was it possible to get pregnant the first time I asked myself even as mom lifted her hips up and then down over my long erection.
"I'm on the pill sweetie," she groaned out as she started to move on top of me. Only later did I find out she was lying. But by then it probably wouldn't have mattered. I quickly found my rhythm! We both did. That sounds simple but it's exactly what happened — in seconds we'd metamorphosed from two separate thinking entities into a mindless, unified being bent on satisfying the primal desire that was so deeply encoded into our genetic makeup.
I pulled her down and our lips met in a desperate hunger. Her hanging, pink tipped gourds brushed repeatedly across my chest as my hips arched again and again upward off the bed to meet the grasping lips of her sex.
It was a highly sexed woman who hadn't had sex in over a year paired with a horny boy who'd never done it before but who had the sexual energy that only the young possess.
There was no need for foreplay, no need for exotic positions, and no need for instructions or dialogue.
Instead we made love. Fucked! Hard and soft ... hungrily ... my mother groaned out her repeated orgasms ... I grunted out mine ... SEX! Pure and simple.
I finally was doing the things I'd been dreaming of for years...
And I found out later that mom was doing what she'd been hoping would happen since grandpa had died. Who hadn't allowed a penis inside her during that time as she waited to see if I could, and would, satisfy her sexual hunger.
I came five times ... I think! We weren't counting or talking or even thinking as we rolled intertwined on mom's brass bed ... the bed she'd taken over when her father had died.
We finally slept. Entwined. Sticky. Spent. Wide smiles on both our lips. I was a man!
Saturday, 1:03 p.m. March 15th 2008
The ringing of the bedside phone woke me just after one the next afternoon. I watched as mom's eyes opened, then felt her as she leaned over my body and stretched to grab the receiver. Smiled as I remembered where I was ... at what we'd done. I slid one of my hands onto her bum. Then reached between her legs.
"Oh hi Becky," I heard mom say sweetly as I slid a finger lightly along her crack. "No dear, I don't know why he's not answering his cell. He's around somewhere ... Let me see if I can find him dear," she added but then with her free hand grasped my penis and directed it towards her slit. Then rubbed my cockhead slowly up and down her nether lips.
"Have you two been arguing honey?" mom asked my girlfriend as she adjusted her legs and slipped me inside. "Oh, it was just some thing Bobby said last night dear," mom explained to Becky's question over the phone. As Becky answered mom, and in quite great detail apparently, mother rode me like a jockey, bouncing up and down atop me even as she muttered various encouragements like, "yes dear", "I'm sure he likes you honey", "boys are different sweetie", etcetera, etcetera.
"Oooh, I think he's cumming now dear ... hold on a sec ... yes he's definitely cumming now," my mother announced down the line just as my cock erupted deep inside her. When I was done she handed me the phone and then slipped down my body.
"Becky?" I asked just as I felt mothers tongue slide onto my sticky cock.
"Where were you?" my girlfriend whined down the line.
"I was in the shower ... thinking about you actually ... touching myself ... my cock," I said boldly even as my eyes captured my mother's which smiled back at me from inches above my shaft, my cockhead already engulfed between her lips.
"That's disgusting! Where's your mom? Did she hear that?"
"Don't worry, she's busy now."
"She is?" Becky asked.
"Yup ... she's eating ... you interrupted her breakfast," I said as I watched mom's tongue catch a strand of creamy cum as she licked up my shaft and then over my cockhead.
"Why's she getting up so late?"
"I think she was out with her new boyfriend ... she looked really bushed when she wandered into the kitchen twenty minutes ago." Mom gave me a dirty look, stuck out her tongue, and then took me back into her mouth. I felt her teeth lightly bite into my shaft.
"Your mom has a boyfriend? Since when?"
"I think they were doing it last night," I said.
"That's gross," Becky said even as mom let my penis slide between her teeth. "Who is he?"
"A Marine ... from the base ... I think he's like eighteen or something ... our age," I invented. "I think they did it in his car."
"Your mother had sex with a Marine? In his car?" my stunned soon to be ex-girl asked.
"She's a healthy woman Becky. She needs sex. Not like someone I know," I added sarcastically. I moved my hand to the back of mom's head as I talked. The head that was bobbing in my lap.
"She's not married!"
"I have to go hon ... mom's calling me ... telling me I have to cum right now," I said down the line as I winked at my mother.
"Will I see you tonight?"
"I can't Beck, I promised mom I help her with some stuff," I said as my cock jerked out a first urgent string of cum. I pressed the END CALL button.
"You're terrible," mom said with a saucy laugh after my softening penis had slipped from her mouth.
"She called you a slut," I lied.