My Silent Mom
Copyright© 2016 by Carlos
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Mother son accidental consensual encounter then flirtation
Emerson-laken and Purvv for basic story. I just added new actors
I was 14 and in hormonal storm. Just learning to “beat my meat” a year ago that was all I could do now. At that time I was into visual stimuli as opposed to written erotica. So what did boys do for porno? Why Sears and Roebuck catalog. And not the sports section. My personal favorite were women in slips. It was obvious because the pages were often stuck together. And I think my mom, Susan, actually said something about needing a new catalogue! So that brings me to the subject of most of my lust. The only real woman in my life. If I was 14 she would have been 44. And beautiful. Even did some modeling for Parisian’s I heard later. Brown hair brown eyes beautiful figure. And so relaxed and carefree despite five children. Back to my favorite thing in the catalog was women in slips. It suddenly just occurs to me as I write this of something that happened I thought was spontaneous but now I’m suddenly doubting that. Susan was not uncomfortable undressing in front of me, at least down to her slip. I had assumed she was the same with sibs. But now I don’t trust my memory. The disrobing may have happened after I was about 12 or 13 and after she complained about the state of her catalog! Did she reallze what i wanted and made an effort to give me what I wanted? Was she teasing me? So anyway, the few times this happened, probably only twice, I was immediately locked in the bathroom waking off to the image.
So my greatest memory ever in life happened that summer. It was one of rare times when I our house wasn’t pandemonium. I can’t remember where everyone was but they were spending night out with friends or grandparents. Daddy was at hospital working. It was just me and Momma watching TV. I was at end of sofa near TV and she was lying down with her feet streched across me. i was enjoying the view up the leg of her shorts where I could see white panties, just a peak. She had button sleeveless shirt (or blouse I guess). I had on who knows what but my dick was rock hard and bent horribly. I didn’t want to disturb the site I had so I was trying not to move but finally couldn’t take and had to shove her legs off me and jump up facing away from her. I said “there too heavy” and flopped down in front of TV on floor. Susan (later called Susie by my future wife) said “Christopher I’m sorry. Here you lie on the couch, the floor is too hard” and with that she scooched forward to edge of sofa and patted the sofa behind her. I wasn’t that big, no growth spurt yet, so I jumped at chance figuring I might get a look down the sleeve hole at her breast. I lay on my side on the couch with my momma in front of me and began to watch TV. But I couldn’t get the memory of momma’s panty crotch out of my mind. I was propped up on my arm and had a nice view of the side of her face, down her shoulder thru sleeve opening and could see a little lace and the jutting of her breasts (now I would guess C). And I could feel my dick hardening quickly once again but a least it was pointed up. I pulled my middle back so that she wouldn’t feel it against her.
I could smell the shampoo smell in her hair. that mom smell. My dick was hard as a pipe now and I was tense. My breathing was tight and not coming as freely and I was sweating. I wanted to hold her so bad I let my arm rest over her waist and gave her a squeeze. I felt her put her hand lightly on my arm in and pat it in a motherly fashion. It was alright.
I tried to watch TV but kept coming back to the open sleeve. Then Mom casually shifted herself on the couch and her round but pressed up against my dick again ... My boner got harder and bigger and I couldn’t move back any further. “God ... No. She can feel it couldn’t she? wouldn’t she? Didn’t she?” She didn’t move or give any indication. Was she so clueless she didn’t know what she was doing to me?
Then my brain began the justification process. ‘What was going on?’ it asked me. ‘Was it possible that my mom knew I was stimulated and liked it?’. Oh man I was starting to tremble excitement.
‘What was she thinking/ What was she trying to do?’ There was no way she couldn’t feel it pressing into her crack. I looked at as much of her face as I could see and she was just looking ahead at the TV. she looked perfectly normal.
I wanted to move back but couldn’t and the pressure of her soft bottom pressing against my cock was too much to give up. Something was whispering to me that Mom was well aware of the situation and that voice was convincing me that she wanted to tease me. I decided to see if I could touch her a bit more and maybe then I would find out if she was responsive.
Tentatively, I moved my arm up on her body a bit so that my hand was just below her breasts on top of her shirt. I could feel the outline of the bottom of her bra on my palm and softness of her breast on the side of my hand.
My Mom didn’t stir. She just kept watching TV.
Was it ok with her that my hand was there? She didn’t mind? Or was she not aware of it? Her hand was still on my forearm. She could pull my arm away if she wanted to. Did she know my hand could feel her breast move as she breathed. I was convincing myself that she was completely alert to what was happening.
I was shaking from excitement of this. My mind was racing now, being directed by a myriad of crazy messages. I had to take a chance, a big chance, an awful chance, but I had to know what would happen. I couldn’t let this opportunity pass me by and never know what my Momma was thinking.
I debated it over and over loving the feel of holding her close feeling her breath with gentle press of her hips and breast movement as she breathed. She was going to be so mad at me but I just had to know!. Then I did it.
I placed my hand squarely over the soft swell of her left breast, cupping gently through the light cotton shirt, watching her face for the first flash of horror and shock so that I could recoil from the reactive attack.
I wasn’t sure what to expect but in my mind it had to be one of two things. Either she would react negatively or positively. But, to my surprise there was no reaction, nothing. She didn’t move. She didn’t even seem to notice. She just kept staring forward at the TV.
‘Was this for real? Could this be? I had my hand on my mother’s tit and she wasn’t pushing it away?’
Mother. My Mom. But she was also a real woman. This was Susan my mother and a woman. And she was letting me feel her up. Her breast was so soft and firm in my hand. About the size of a grapefruit. I could feel the hard nipple on my palm, and I began to squeeze her breast and fondle the nipple through the thin material.
My God it felt wonderful. A real woman in my hand. I rubbed and petted for a while. Her face, what I see of it showed nothing as she stared maybe a little unfocused into space. All the time my hard dick strained into her hot, soft butt. It felt like I was going to explode as I pressed into her behind. She was no longer momma. She was a real woman. I was aching to feel more! Slowly, I uncupped my fingers and then moved my hand slowly down her body. She lay in silence, still seeming to watch TV. My hand reached the loose bottom of her blouse and I slipped my fingers inside and then ran them up warm stomach. Although she wasn’t acknowledging what was happening I felt her belly quivering. I came to her rib cage and then to her bra and I pushed my hand under the elastic so I could feel the actual soft hot flesh of my mother’s breast.
Glancing over, I could see that she still seemed to be occupied with nothing but the TV. Her eyes just stared blankly forward, with no expression revealed in her face at, as I held the warm tit in my hand. However, I could now feel that breathing had become much more labored.
Her large nipple stood out and became hard as I continued to rub and stroke and squeeze and pet her spongy, soft breast for many long minutes. I became aware that I was now pushing my dick up against my Mom’s round butt, repeatedly, in a slow, fucking kind of a motion.
Lost in my own lust, I removed my hand from beneath my mother’s bra and caressed softly down her smooth abdomen out of the heat of her shirt, and then down the outside of her yellow shorts until I came to the hard bone at her crotch. No longer caring why she wasn’t reacting, i pushed my hand between her legs and began to squeeze and rub my mother’s pussy, through the material, pulling her lower body back onto my raging thrusting cock. This was pure sex at this point.
Finally, I felt her put her hand back on my forearm.
This was it, I thought. She was going to pull my arm away from her and put a halt to all of this. Whether or not I would have been able to stop at that point is debatable, but to my total surprise, Susan didn’t stop me. She just lightly held her hand on my arm. She didn’t even blink as I looked at the side of her face again. She showed absolutely no reaction to the the fact that her son was now squeezing and rubbing the alluring, soft area between her thighs.
Damn, I thought, this is too incredible! If this was a game that she was playing with me, it was too late for her to stop me from progressing now. I pulled my hand from her crotch and without giving it a second thought, I thrust it down into the front of my mother’s shorts, beneath her silk her panties.
Mom’s skin at her lower belly was silky smooth and hot so unbelievably soft under my hand. The material of her panties was so sexy feeling on my knuckles. I pushed down, into her pants, until my fingertips came to her soft covering of hair. It was so sensual and exquisite feeling. My hand was restricted in the material of Mom’s pants, but I forced my fingers down to where I could feel the actual delicate, puffy swells of her pussy lips and the thick bush covering it. She caught her breath and I could feel her fingers squeezing on my arm. I subtle rotation of her hips caused them lie more prone. Maybe a little upward pressure of her pelvis but mainly she just stared toward TV.
I pet her there, softly for a time trembling because of excitement of feeling a woman for the first time in my life. And Susan was my mother. I felt such love for her! For her giving me this gift of herself. I carefully worked my fingers into the notch, between the furry lips, and was stunned by the amount of slick wetness.I really didn’t know what to do at his point. Mom was allowing me to explore such a mysterious and forbidden part of her. I carefully worked a finger into the notch between her lips and was stunned by the slick wetness in there ... I could feel the opening and the bump I thought must be her clitoris ( i had book-porn knowledge of some things). As my fingertip rub it Mom’s breath caught again and a low quiet moan escaped her thoat ... It was the first real sign of excitement that she had shown.
I looked down at her face and now her were closed and I could see that she was silently biting her lower lip. I began to rub her clit between my slippery fingers and listened as her breathing became erratic. I noticed that my Mom had opened her legs a little for me because now my hand had more freedom.I pushed myself further into her pants a nd I could feel the moist crotch of her panties on the back of my hand as I now burrowed my middle finer deeper into her warm, wet pussy.
“nnnnnnngh “ An involuntary sound escaped her throat ... Mom and son were now incestuously involved and both were willing participants...
I was aware of something else now. too. There was a new aroma in the room. I didn’t know what it was but felt sure it had to do with Mom’s arousal. Working my fingers deeper into her they curved naturally into the vaginal wall. Mom started to move her hips on my hand making my fingers pull her vagina. On the backward thrust away from my hand she ground her fanny into my cock and I picked up the rhythm and dry hunched her behind. In a matter of moments, Mom was breathing quite heavily and she began hunch my hand faster. Her hand pinning my arm in place. It was if she had taken over. I just let her churn her pussy on my fingers.
Suddenly she stiffened herself and straightened her legs, stongly squeezing my trapped hand between her soft thighs and against her sopping wet crotch. Strange squeaking sounds were from her nostrils now and I suddenly realized she was orgasming like I did when I masturbated. The churning against my cock made me pull her tighter and my left arm went under her waist and I could now hold her against me as I dry humped her butt.
But Mom, suddenly released from her orgasm, went limp in my arms for a moment. Then she pulled my hand quickly out of her pants and sat up. Her face was red and brown eyes were wide open and her body was heaving as she panted loudly. She emitted a a breathless little cry and put her hand over her gaping mouth to cover it ... She didn’t say anything or look at me. She just abruptly got up and walked out of the room.
I was dumbfounded.
I am stunned. What did I just do? What did she just do? Did I just make my mother orgasm (didn’t know cum word then). Whatever I needed relief so I quickly rolled on my back, opened my jeans and and pushed the hair from my face and was overwhelmed by the smell. I could smell my mother’s pussy on my fingers. It was pungent, womanly, intoxicating odor. The same tantalizing aroma I had detected earlier but now much closer and stronger. I put my fingers to my nose and inhaled and after two strokes of my rock hard cock shot semen a foot in the air. It just kept coming all over rug and coffee table. Now released from my hormonal storm, guilt washed over me. I touched my MOM. Shit. Would she tell Daddy? Would she be mad. She liked it I know. I just know. I had to find out. I rushed to her bedroom door but it was locked. “Mom”?. No answer. “Mom, please answer me Mom”. Nothing. Shit I am in so much trouble. I leaned against the door for five minutes. Nothing. Maybe best to not say anything. I went to my room in a storm of emotions and laid down and was instantly asleep.
Next morning I felt like a real jerk. I had been disrespectful to the person I loved the most in the world. I lay for a long time ashamed and aroused. I approached the kitchen with apprehension. Did she like it? Was she mad still? Do we get to do it again? I need to know. But as I enter the usual cacophony of breakfast noise assaults me. Four younger sibs already at table. Dad has paper open. Mom is at stove. She looks up and smiles, “morning sleepy head”. The smile reassures me she is not mad at me and I breathed a little easier. She continued cooking over the bacon. She had on some type of one piece dress, straight except at waist. No sleeves so her arms were bare, her breasts beautiful shape. The dress stopped a few inches about the most beautiful legs in the world. I was so in love. In love with my mother.
All Saturday I keep lurking hoping to catch her alone (an impossibility in family of six). I had to play golf with Dad and bothers. Late afternoon I saw her heading to washroom with load of dirty clothes. No one around right now. “Mom” I began but she stopped me and without looking up said “That was great yesterday”. I was stunned! “Can you get us more tickets for the game again?”. I was crushed! She was referring to Barons game we went to as a family. “I hope we can go again before season is over” ... she added, and I realized that she wanted to just forget all about what happened and pretend it never did. I was brokenhearted. But at least no one was in trouble (me) I was still unsure of how I stood with her and that everything would be normal. As she started down the hall with the clean clothes, I called to her. She paused without turning. “Mom’ I said with rising fear and embarrassment, “Do you still love me?” She turned around and stepped to me and wrapped me in her free arm, around my neck. “Of course I do, silly!” she said and then kissed my cheek and went on down the hall.
That was it then. Things were fine. I was afraid for nothing. But...
However, during the next few weeks I soon realized that I had a problem. Mom had been able to shrug the whole thing off and things were going along smoothly. She was acting as if nothing had ever happened and for that I was grateful. However, the problem was that my mind began to think of my mother more and more, remembering (with excitement) what I had done with her. Even at school, the thought, of her smell and her warm pussy in my hand, would make me so horny that I would have to sneak into a bathroom stall and jerk off into the toilet just to cool down.
Almost immediately, I started to feel awkward around my mom unable to talk small-talk with her about school and friends because as much as I tried to stop myself, I couldn’t keep from thinking about what it would be like to actually fuck her. Of course I had never had sex but I knew what it looked like from porno mags some of my friends dads had.
I know that sounds crazy. I guess it was. However, my thought processes were clouded by my desire for pussy. Mom’s pussy. I continuously reminded myself that my sexy mother had let me touch and explore her. She had allowed me access to the mystery of her femininity. And, I reasoned, if she had let me touch her once, wouldn’t she allow me to do it again? Obviously, I wasn’t her son anymore. I was simply a horny boy trying to seduce a woman I knew, no longer my mother.
It was a month after the incident before I found myself alone in the house with Mom, again on a Friday night. I guess I would only have chances when sisters were at spend the night party. Dad was not home from hospital yet. Mom was washing some plates after dinner and had homework on kitchen table. I was watching her bottom shake while she worked. She only had a simple shift, cotton and I could make her bottom shaking. It was pretty short and when she would reach up to high cabinet above the sink I could see her panties. I began to mentally persuade myself she was putting on a show for me. It didn’t look like she had a bra either. Maybe it was her way of signalling she wanted me to make an advance. I must say that she didn’t usually spend so long at the sink. Gathering my courage and telling myself she wanted me again I walked up behind her enfolding her in my arms and pressing my erection against her butt and fondling her breasts. I should have kissed her neck but didn’t know to. She froze, hands in dishwater. I felt she was pushing back against me but she suddenly spinning around with fire in her eyes and anger over her face. “Don’t ever touch me like that again or I will tell your father!”.She angrily stomped out of kitchen toward her room and after a few minutes I heard the slamming of her bedroom door.
Great. Now what must she think of me. I’m perverted. Why did I have to do that. Why couldn’t I control myself. I gathered my books and slunk up toward my room trying to forget what I just tried to do. What would she do? Forget it about like last time or tell my father. Surely not. She had liked it first time. As I passed the hall bathroom I noticed something on the floor by the hamper. Her panties. Same ones I had just got peak of. I picked them up. They were wet with her fluid and smell that was so womanly ... I dropped the panties in the hamper and went to my room. Sitting on side of bed I never felt lower. I put my face in my hands. I know I needed help but how. I couldn’t go to my parents.
As I sat there trying to understand what was happening to me, I suddenly heard my Mom come into room. I looked up and she was just standing there in front of me.
“What, Mom?”. I asked, afraid that she was going to slap me now or yell at me again for what had happened downstairs.
She didn’t say anything. She stood there for what seemed like and eternity looking down at me.
She then approached the bed and held her right hand toward me and her fingers under my nose. I inhaled the womanly scent and almost passed out.
“We can’t” she said. Her eyes were moist from crying. She moved to the desk chair opposite me and sat down. Just looking at me. The lust was plain. I started to rise but she shook her head no. I sat.
“I am so sorry baby. I teased you tonight on purpose. But I just can’t go further. It is too wrong”. As she talked she moved her hand to the top button of her shift and undid the first one. Moving to the second she undid it. My eyes drifted to see how many buttons there were when I suddenly realized she was sitting with her legs apart and I could see the hairy junction of her legs. The wet shiny hair. She had been masturbating. She now had all the buttons undone to her waist and the top was open. I could see her breasts, no bra, her left breast and nipple visible. “I wanted you to look at me. I love the way you have been looking at me this month. I feel like a beautiful woman again. No, a beautiful girl. I wanted you to lust more for me, I’m so sorry.”
Again her hands started on the bottom three buttons. As the last was undone she let the shift fall to either side, her arms still through the sleeves but otherwise she was open to me, what they now call ‘full frontal nudity’ Her right hand came up and started fondling her left breast and twisting the nipple while her eyes were glued to mine. Her left hand went to her pussy and the the fingers spread the folds for me.
I was hard as a rock but wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. My right hand adjusted my erection so it was straight. She didn’t shake her head but just kept looking at me. Emboldened I unsnapped my shorts, watching her eyes for a clue. Nothing but she only glanced once at my lap then back to my eyes. “Ummmm” slipped from lips as I pulled open the zipper and pulled down my shorts. My cock head peeking above top of briefs.
As we kept our eyes locked I pushed my briefs down let it spring up. I grabbed it and started stroking. She was rubbing herself faster. I noticed her fingers weren’t inside her but rather at top of her slit and furiously rubbing herself.
My ‘not’ so silent mother now began to moan louder and words coming, saying ‘ yes yes”
Her eyes dropped to my penis and she licked her lips. “You are much bigger than your father.”
As if mentioning his name sent summons we heard the downstairs door slam. Panic in her eyes. She stood and raced to her bedroom as I hastily ran to door and closed and locked it ... Back to my bed to finish what I had started.
:”Where is everybody?” rang out as I heard my father’s steps down the hall to his room. “Hi dear dinner will be ready in a bit, I have to heat it up” I heard her say as she walked back to kitchen.
“Christopher’? and a knock on my door. Yes Dad I will be out in a minute.
After cleaning myself as best I could without going out in hall I went to the kitchen and sat down while Dad read the evening paper (we got papers twice a day then). Mom was at oven, her shift restored and I could tell she had a bra on. My hands were still sticky so I got up to go to sink to wash them but as I passed her I looked and Dad’s back was to us, so without any warning to her I pushed my finger into her mouth. Her eyes immediately looked at my father, then back to my eyes as slowly and lewdly she sucked and cleaned my fingers. At that I changed my mind. Think I will keep my fingers like they are and returned to table. Mom followed me with eyes and when I looked at her she smiled and stuck her tongue out at me like teasing child ... And I brought my fingers to my nose to smell my odor mixed with her saliva. She sat with Dad and talked as they ate. I said my homework was finished and asked if I could watch TV and Dad said sure.
As she and Dad headed to bed, him ahead of her, she lingered as she passed the back of couch. Her left hand floated in front of my face and her fingers pushed into my mouth for a bath like she gave me. I wanted to reach for a feel but she pulled her hand away and headed down hall.
Saturday was chaos as usual but with one difference. I knew I didn’t have to “steal” looks at her. I was more brazen in my stares and she would surreptitiously give me smile when she would catch me looking.
Sunday morning was church, Dad often didn’t go or came late as he was “at the hospital”. My mother and sisters were in the pew when I got there and I had her move off the isle so I could sit. there, with my sisters on other side of her. During the prayer and sitting and standing there seemed to be alot of clumsy bumping into each other. She was wearing a green dress with flowing loose skirt. Our thighs and hips were discreetly touching. As we sat down from second hymn I launched my right hand out so that she sat on it. She didn’t blink but just turned to my sister to tell her something.
Her jaw was clinched so I don’t think she was happy. But there was nothing she could do without drawing attention. Course there wasn’t much I could do as my palm was down. About all I could was clinch my hand into ball. I started doing this rhythmically. Two things happened. Her jaw unclinched and then her cheeks unclinched as my fist sunk deeper between her I globes. We were into the sermon so I had a good 15 minutes of this, loving the warmth flowing onto my fist. And maybe an answering squeeze once in a while. After closing hymn we all loaded into the car and I did get a smile from Mom.
After church that day it was usual slow Sunday watching golf and naps. But I noticed that Mom was smiling a lot. And she was dressed in those same yellow shorts and sleeveless top that started all this. That night everyone was in den watching Disney World and Dad was in his chair. Mom had passed ice cream bowls thru the pass through. Daddy of coarse did not get up but has his ‘little waitresses’ bring it to him. Mom was just standing in kitchen talking thru pass thru to Dad when I casually took my bowl into kitchen and put it into sink. Turning I looked at Mom bent at the waist with her arms on counter talking to people in den. I moved to her side but out of view of anyone in den and with my right hand started rubbing the back of her upper thigh below the leg of the shorts. She sort of startled but continued to talk. No hand was batting at me so I considered that a go ahead. I let my fingers crawl under the pants leg and finger tips stroke along the gusset of her panties. I did this for about five minutes just enjoying watching her beautiful face. But then I was emboldened like on couch and pushed the panty leg to one side and let my fingers slide into her wetness. As this I got first response. A push back and down on my hand but no movement of her upper body. I inserted three fingers into sopping wet snatch (a word I didn’t know then) as she pushed down. Except for a slight flush on her face nothing was changing. She was calmly discussing with Dad about a possible trip to Pensacola next month all the while keeping a rhythmic squeezing of her bottom.