Chapter 1: The Rules

Relationships go where they go and do what they do. Strangers become lovers; lovers become strangers--brothers with sisters, fathers with daughters, and mothers with sons. It is the latter I want to share with you. I know intimately about how a mother and her son can--through a set of circumstances--become lovers.

I was always my “mother’s son”, as they say. She doted on me more than my sister, Leah. “Roger, you’re my sweet boy,” she’d often say to me when we were alone. I liked the feeling I got when I was alone with Mom. Not the case with Dad. He doted on Leah. So, there was a family balance, me with Mom, Leah with Dad. Of course, it wasn’t inappropriate at first. But there were early signs that I could see Dad and Leah were very “hands on” with each other. Mom saw it, too, and said nothing. (I understand she had private concerns, and she and Dad agreed to some rules of engagement. That meant not to do anything in front of me and Mom. Discretion was the key. And Leah’s consent was mandatory, or at least, preferable.

Carol met my dad, Dan, at a party. He’d just finished his stint in the marines. They hit it off right away and became hot lovers. He had some sexual kinks and she willingly joined him in swinging and many sexually progressive relationships with men and women. Mom was very hot when she was younger. (She still is.). A brunette, with shoulder length hair most of time, and blue eyes most of the time. (Joking.) A pretty face that some said looked like a young Angelina Jolie. She had full, pouty lips (my weakness) and a hot body. 36C on top and a slim body with a sexy butt. Long legs, too. (Another weakness of mine.)

When I was a boy, I started to notice men flirting with her. I thought that was the case with all mothers. She put out a sexy vibe that men picked up on, only to discover she was married and had two children. With that kind of body? Children? She worked out and kept her shape. My friends at school told me I was lucky to have such a hot mom. I took it for granted. That was all I’d ever known.

As I got older it became apparent that Dad and Leah had something sexual going on. (That is covered in my story, “My Sister and Dad”). Their rules of engagement crossed the line and was not discreet. It caused many problems in the family. For sexual liberals like my parents, when it came to “interactions” with their children, there was no blueprint. Any assumed boundaries were blurry. Nothing was concrete.

I am a voyeur. I was as a young boy. Our parents made it easy--routinely leaving their bedroom door ajar during sex. I took it as my chance to peek in at them. I didn’t care if they wanted me to see them or not--in my mind I was spying on them. If they knew I was watching them, they didn’t stop fucking. It probably got them off. Leah watched, too. We got educated! Dad fucked Mom in many positions. He violently stabbed his cock into her pussy. He spanked her, too, as he fucked her. She cried out in pain, although she seemed to want more. “Hit me harder, you coward, hit me harder.” And that fired him up, and he spanked and fucked her harder. I was confused. Why was he spanking Mom? (I had a lot to learn!)

Seeing Dad suck on her big nipples made me want to suck on them too. (I know, she was my mother. How could I want to do that? She nursed me as an infant, but that doesn’t count!) He also fucked her between her breasts. She pressed them together and he slid his fat cock into her cleavage and fucked her in the mouth. (That shocked me and turned me on, too.) She sucked and sucked and one time he shot his load into her that way.

Her blow jobs were intense, too. He came hard. How could she drink all his sperm like that? Mom’s blow jobs lingered in my mind. I fantasized about girls at school sucking my cock like she sucked Dads. Even Miss Bloodstone. I thought a lot about her blowing me. Troy told me, “Bloodstone has the kind of lips that suck things good.” We were obsessed with her. At twelve we could cum, and we often jacked off together. It didn’t seem weird to us cuz we liked girls. (A separate story covers me and Troy’s special times.)

A more personal sexual awakening happened when I saw Mom one morning--topless--in the bathroom! I’d never seen her breasts in the bright light. (I only saw them dimly lit in my parents’ bedrooms when they fucked). They were firm and tipped with cocoa brown nipples. (Large areolas turn me on.) Oddly, she didn’t seem rattled, and it was because I think she’d seen me “spying” on her and Dad fucking. So, this was not a big deal to her. She smiled and allowed me all the time I needed to gaze at her breasts. It was in her mind (she told me later on) for my education. (Me LOVES education! Ha-ha!) And then she looked at her breasts in the mirror--as if to relate to my P.O.V--She posed, turning sideways and admired them while she chatted with me--as if all this was normal. She was fishing for information about Miss Bloodstone. She asked me if I thought she was pretty. (Oh yeah, she was young and pretty. Blonde hair, green eyes and stacked! All of us boys had such a crush on her.)

“She’s pretty like--you,” I said in a diplomatic “word dance”. I knew Mom was jealous of her. They had a one-on-one meeting about my grades and the curriculum. And I was there. This was Miss Bloodstones first time teaching. Fresh out of college and new to the area. She and Mom seemed to hit it off. Mom asked her out for coffee and to show her around town and to The Mall (It was literally called The Mall) and go clothes shopping. They seemed to bond on the topic of fashion. Mom knew I had a crush on this attractive teacher, and I know this was her way to check out the competition.

I could see Mom was torn, as she liked her but was jealous of her, too. Leah clued me in on this. I wouldn’t have picked up on it, otherwise. I overheard her and Mom talked about Miss Bloodstone in the catty way women sometimes talk about other women. Monica (Miss Bloodstone) was very sweet and naively unaware of her appeal to the boys in class.

At the kitchen table one time, Troy gossiped to Mom about me, “Miss Bloodstone always asks Roger to help her after class. You’re her favorite.” I protested, “That’s not totally true!” (It was). Mom reacted with a look that wasn’t happy. “Is that right? Why only you?”

I shrugged my shoulders and felt an erection happening. (It didn’t take much for that to happen several times a day). So, when I said she was pretty like Mom, it was to calm her down. She could be very possessive of her “sweet boy”. Believe it or not, she was jealous of some of the girls in my class--sixth graders! My mom was protecting her interests, let’s face it. I don’t think she understood her evolving, sexual feelings for me at the time, but it served her well later on.

Mom was topless in the bathroom. I was shirtless in my boxer briefs. She saw my growing erection. My eyes stayed glued to her breasts soaking in this rare view. I was sexually attracted to her in a new, more personal way, that I’d never felt before. My cock got throbbing hard, and I didn’t care if she saw it. In that moment, I wanted her to see it. And although substantial in size, it wasn’t as freakishly big as it would get in another year. I was still maturing.

And in my room, I masturbated right after that, the sight of her breasts and that lusty look in her eyes was too much for me. I shot a huge load all over myself. I kept thinking that Mom was attracted to me. Could that be true? My mom? Can that happen?

That summer in the backyard at poolside, I’m in my tight, red speedo. It barely fit anymore. My cock has grown a couple more inches since last summer. Even in its flaccid condition, it was long and thick. And my balls also got bigger.

Leah and Mom were there. Dad at work. Leah was so sexy in her hot little bikini. Mom was also in a skimpy bikini she just bought--to make Dad notice. She’s been irked at Dan for his long gazes at Leah when she modeled her new bikini for him. All he could say was, “You’ve got---it goin’ on!” I think he stopped himself short and was gonna say “You’ve got such a hot body.” That’s what his eyes said.

I agreed. Her breasts were barely contained, her nipples were hard, trying to pierce through the material, and her thong bottom barely covered her pussy lips. I noticed as I’m sure Dad did. She had just shaved her pubic hair. Her bald pussy must have been so smooth under the smallest strip of material. Mom couldn’t compete with Leah, but she tried. She wore a very skimpy bikini, too. But Dad’s attention was on Leah. Always on Leah.

She applied sunblock to my body while I was on my back on a towel. I didn’t expect that from her. Mom watched for a moment smiling at her son and daughter getting along like adults, for once. But then I got a huge erection. I couldn’t help it. Her soft hand was moving closer and closer to my speedo, and it felt so good. I looked at Mom, not sure what to do. She saw “it” (How could she not!) and kept looking. As did Leah, who knew full well what she was doing to me! She kept saying out loud, “Damn!”-- not caring we could hear her. She was trying to embarrass me, but it backfired on her, as my size shocked her as it did Mom. I decided the only way to kill my throbbing erection was to jump in the pool.