Taking My Father’s Place
Copyright© 2025 by D.G.L
Chapter 7
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7 - J.J. Wallace secretly desires his mother, Jonelle, a lonely woman neglected by her husband. While his father is away, J.J. begins gently seducing her, awakening feelings she’s long suppressed. Hesitant at first, Jonelle slowly surrenders to his tender touch and loving words. As passion blazes between them, J.J. transforms her fear into love, binding them in a forbidden relationship that defies family and morality.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Fiction Cuckold Wimp Husband Incest Mother Son Anal Sex Cream Pie Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Big Breasts Hairy Needles Size Transformation
It wasn’t a surprise when my mother slid into bed with me on the fourth day of our affair. Her lovely warm, bare body molded itself to me and her lips pressed against mine. Wonderful passionate feelings began arcing between us like high-voltage electricity. My arms wrapped around her and my penis reacted immediately. Well, actually it had begun to react the minute she walked through my bedroom door and, by the time she’d taken her dress off, it was pretty much as erect as it was going to get. As we continued our voracious kiss, our tongues probed and jousted, adding to the excitement exploding between us.
“Wow!” I gasped when the kiss finally ended. “Jonelle, you sure do know how to kiss your man. Nobody ever kissed me like you kiss me.”
Mother’s pretty face turned bright red. “You’re just sayin’ that,” she murmured, but I could tell she was thrilled by my compliment.
“You know what?” I said. I brushed her long, silky hair back behind her ears.
“What?”
I grinned. “I think it’s your turn today.”
Mother looked puzzled. “My turn for what?”
“Yesterday you did a whole lot of things that made me feel really good,” I said. “I think today it should be your turn to have me do things to you that make you feel really good.”
Mother looked even more confused and maybe a little worried. “What’re you gonna do to me?” she asked warily.
I grinned at her and shrugged. “I don’t know, is there anything in particular you read about in that information from ‘StoriesOnline.com’ I gave you that you want to try?”
Her face turned bright red. “I can’t even say some of the stuff they tell about,” she replied.
“Well, if you won’t tell me what you want me to do, I guess I’ll just have to figure it out myself,” I said. “Roll on your back.”
“Ah ... OK.” Mother rolled onto her back, but she kept her head turned to the side, watching me carefully with wide eyes.
I pushed myself up on my elbow a little, leaned over, and kissed her again. I know I’m repeating myself, but I get more pleasure out of kissing Jonelle than I did out of having sex with a few girls I dated in college. Our kisses always started gently and lovingly, but quickly evolved into passionate couplings. I’ve already used the analogy of high-voltage electricity arcing between us, but I can’t think of a better way to describe the way it felt when our kisses became truly hot. It was as if we were trying to devour each other, or perhaps join our bodies into one in some way. It was, simply put, an unreal, totally fabulous experience.
As wonderful as necking with my mother was, I did have other things in mind so I eventually began kissing her elsewhere. I started by kissing my way across her cheek, down toward her ear. When I first started teasing her ear with my lips and tongue, she giggled, but the giggles soon turned into soft murmurs of delight. At the same time I was kissing her, I began lightly “dancing” my fingertips over the skin of her upper chest, just below her breasts, trying to make my touch as light as I possibly could. My plan was to take as long as I could to tease and arouse her, showing her new ways I could rouse her and make her feel wonderful. Every day I learned more and more about what turned her on and I tried to use all of that knowledge.
“Ummmm!” she murmured, squirming a little.
I eventually left her ear and kissed my way down her neck, then along her collar bone. At the same time, my fingers kept dancing lightly over her chest. From time to time I’d lightly caress the underside of one breast or the other and each time I did, I heard a soft gasp. Using my peripheral vision, I could see that Mother’s huge, wonderful nipples had grown erect and were jutting proudly from her breasts. I intended to explore quite a bit of my mother’s body today, and those mouth-watering buds of flesh were one of the important stopovers in my journey of exploration.
My lips ventured onto the upper part of Mother’s chest and I licked and kissed my way across from one side to the other, then back. She was gasping softly, causing her chest to rise and fall delightfully as she did. I imagined that her pulse was pounding, too, and almost thought I could feel her thudding heartbeat when I was kissing her silky skin. I lifted my head and looked down at the woman who’d given me birth. Her brown hair had fanned out on the pillow, framing her attractive face. Her eyes were closed, but her face wore a look of bliss, a look I’d put there.
I bent and pressed my lips against hers. For the next few moments we shared more wonderful kisses. This time Mother’s hands lifted and cupped my head as we did.
I did return to my journey of loving, lustful exploration, however. I again began kissing and teasing mother with light kisses, little licks, and my dancing fingers. I was caressing the under slopes of her breasts much more now, while my kisses were offered to the upper slopes. I was slowly, gradually, and inexorably working my way toward her nipples and, with great effort, I kept my advance slow. I kissed, licked, and touched every square centimeter of breast skin, except for the nipples, which were so swollen I began to wonder if they hurt. I kissed my way just to the upper edge of her right areola while at the same time marching my fingers up to the lower edge. Mother groaned softly and her back arched a little. I knew she desperately wanted me to take her nipple into my mouth, but I didn’t. Not then. I would, soon enough.
I think she was surprised when, instead of taking her nipple into my mouth, I returned to kissing her again. Once more her hand cupped my head and held it as we kissed. This time her tongue lashed mine with much more fervency. I didn’t have the least doubt that my mother was aroused, but I wanted to arouse her far more.
Back to her breast I went after a few sweet kisses. Again my kisses circled her nipple, as did the caresses of my fingers. Mother’s back was arched almost constantly now, and equally constant were the sounds of passion coming from her. I circled the large, rigid bud of flesh capping her right breast with my lips yet again, while circling it’s mate with my fingers at the same time. Mother groaned softly, most likely because I’d teased her about as much as she could stand. I know I’d tantalized myself about as much as I could stand.
I lifted my head and moved so my mouth was hovering directly over her nipple. I was so close to it I could feel the warmth emanating from it on my lips. Mother’s hand fell on my head again, putting pressure on it, pressure I resisted. I pursed my lips and blew softly.
“Oh, Lorddddd!” Mother groaned. She pushed harder on my head. I resisted harder and kept blowing on her nipple ... for a second.
“Uhhhhhh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!” Mother gasped, then moaned when I opened my mouth, dropped it over her rigid nipple, and began to lick and suckle it. At the same time I began twirling her other nipple between the thumb and forefinger of my right hand. Her body began a series of wild undulations and her hand continued to put a lot of pressure on my head, holding it against her breast. I’d hoped to give her an orgasm this way, and it seemed I’d accomplished what I’d set out to do. The first phase of my plan was successful, incredibly successful judging from the sounds and movements my mother was making as what appeared to be a very powerful orgasm exploded through her.
When her movements began to lose their urgency and her grip on my head relaxed, I lifted my mouth from her breast, stretched out next to her, and cuddled her in my arms, combing my fingers through her hair and caressing her while she calmed. I kissed her gently on the forehead. “You all right?” I asked.
Mother opened her eyes, smiled, took a deep breath, and said, “My Lord, J.J., I felt like I was going to explode. Where’d you learn to do all this stuff?”
“I read a lot about love-making,” I told her. “And I did practice a little. But I’ve never done anything like I just did to you with anybody else before.” It was important to me that she understand how special I felt she was.
“Really?” she asked.
I kissed her forehead again. “Really,” I told her. “First of all, I’ve never known anyone who has breasts as beautiful as yours.” I paused and watched her flushed face redden more. “And second, I’ve never cared about anyone enough to want to do anything like that with them.”
“Oh,” she said. “I love you, J.J.”
I kissed her softly on the lips this time. “I love you, too, Jonelle,” I said. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved ... or ever will love.”
This time, she kissed me. That kiss led to another bout of necking, and when we finally paused from that, it was clear my mother was again becoming aroused. I was already aroused and the fact that my erect penis was pressed against her belly let her know that in no uncertain terms.
“You’re hard,” Mother said. “I can feel it. You wanna...?”
“Not yet,” I said, interrupting her. “I told you today was for you and I meant it. What we just did was only the first part.”
“Oh, Lord!” Mother murmured, rolling her eyes. “I’m not sure I can take any more of what you just done. What else are you goin’ to do to me?”
I knew exactly what I was going to do to her, but I wasn’t sure she’d let me if I told her, so I shrugged. “Depends,” I said. “Like I said before, if there’s anything you want...”
Mother shut me up by kissing me and starting another session of passionate necking. While that went on, she reached between us and began gently stroking my erection in her cupped hand. That was a very nice addition to the festivities.
Once more our kissing evolved into my kissing my way down her neck, across her chest, and onto her breasts. Her response was just what I expected, fervent murmurs, gasps, and an arching of her back while I suckled first one nipple, then the other. She reacted to what I was doing almost as strongly as she had earlier, and I’m pretty sure I could have given her another orgasm from suckling her nipples, but I had other plans. I couldn’t ignore her breasts completely, I’m not sure there’s a heterosexual male alive with that much will power, but I did move on after a brief and extremely enjoyable visit to Mother’s breasts and nipples.
I was still using the tips of my fingers, touching her lightly, teasing her, trying to make her skin tingle, ahead of my kisses. I thoroughly kissed her upper abdomen, from under her breasts down to her navel. My kisses were preceded everywhere by the light caresses of my fingertips. Mother was soon murmuring softly, her chest was heaving, and her hands were clutching the sheets. Her hips had started to rock gently, too. “Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord! Ohhhhhh! Oh, Lord!” she chanted softly, over and over, as I kissed my way over her smooth flesh. Her body wasn’t flawless; there were faint stretch marks attesting to my gestation and birth. I paid special attention to those reminders that I’d once been on the other side of the skin I was kissing.
I was kissing her navel now, an outie, one of the few I’d ever seen, but lovely nonetheless, and her stomach was moving in and out as I did. At the same time my fingers were teasing the edge of her pubic forest, tracing the outline of the patch of soft brown hair, venturing partway in. Her hips continued to rock, as if her body was begging me to touch her, or to make love with her. Eventually I’d do just that, but not for a while yet. I began gently caressing the skin between her legs and vagina and the outside of her labia, and found her middle sopping wet and slippery.