Chapter I: The Union

Her loving ways. Her soft and gentle sighs. Her warm caresses. Her affectionate smile. The look of understanding in her beautiful blue eyes. The soft pillow of her lap as she slowly ran her fingers through my hair. The beauty of her bosom, peeking out from behind her long, golden locks. It offered me sustenance and comfort as an infant. It suddenly beckoned me in entirely new ways. The softness of her body expressing itself with every loving embrace. How I loved my mother. How I needed my mother. And, God, how I came to want her!

I recall times as a young child, standing next to her. It seemed as if by magic that each time we were physically close or touching that there was a stirring within me. I’d look down to find a tent growing in my jammies. An all-encompassing dread, a huge embarrassment would wash over me. Seeing all this, and sensing my predicament, my mother would simply smile and pull me closer, firmly against her warm body.

“Don’t be embarrassed, baby! It’s very normal, really. You don’t have to feel badly about it. It just shows you love Mommy. It’s our secret. I’ll never tell a soul. I promise.”

Being even closer to her magnified my growing reaction below. When this happened, and it happened a lot, she would simply reach down and lightly pat and stroke it.

“My, my! My little man is very excited today! I can tell you love being near Mommy, don’t you, sweetheart? Does that feel better, now?”

I remember sheepishly looking up at her beautiful face, her radiant blue eyes smiling back at me, and I’d nod my head in agreement. Yes, I really was excited. I didn’t yet understand why. But my mother did. I quickly came to look forward to her light pats and strokes. It felt wonderful. Being near her was always so wonderful.

As I got older I recall lying on the couch with her when my excitement would erupt yet again. By then I welcomed the eruption because it always meant Mom would pat and stroke it. Oh, how nice that felt as it grew larger and larger. Her pats and strokes weren’t so light any more. In fact, sometimes Mom would reach under my shorts, holding my penis in her warm and soft hands. She knew how to make me feel better than ever as she’d press more firmly and stroke more quickly. So, with eyes tightly closed, I would often climax. Mom always knew what I needed. Sitting close by in his easy chair, my father would just watch, smiling. This was our sweet family secret. And so it went for several years.

My father knew I wanted Mom. I could see it in his eyes as I laid with my mother on the couch. My head on her lap, my face so close to her warm femininity. Its heat radiating. Mom’s hand stroking me so lovingly. They looked at each other, then at me. My father could sense my feelings, my desires, my needs. Suddenly, I lost control and let out loud moans and sighs. I had never done that before. Suddenly, my old dread returned. I made these sounds with Dad right there! My fears subsided quickly, though, because my father’s surprising expression was one of warm understanding!

Years of extreme closeness had bonded my mother and me in ways that go far beyond mother and son. It took on a life of its own, beyond our control. There were often times when I sensed a longing in her eyes and a sensual softness in her every touch. Dad would have had to be blind to miss her signals and, of course, my uncontrollable erections. Perhaps my father once experienced the very same deep emotional and physical feelings for Grandma. He must have, because he smiled so reassuringly at me. Yes. He really understood our need!

They looked at each other again. My father, still smiling reassuringly, slowly nodded his head to her. No words spoken, yet so much was said. He looked at me again. I smiled timidly at him. He rose, ran his hand lovingly over my head, and nodded again, this time to me. Dad was giving me the precious gift of his blessing, his loving willingness to share with me all that he has in my mother, his wife. I raised my eyes to meet my mother’s. She was looking into the depths of my soul, her smile looking unlike any smile I had seen from her before. Yes, it was a look of love, but not the look of motherly love I had always known. It was beautifully different. I had seen that look before when she’d gaze at my father. Mom felt desire.

She guided me upward from her lap. She brought my face up to meet hers. She held my face in her delicate hands and tipped her head sideways, almost pouting, as if to ask me if I felt the same for her. Yes, oh God, yes I did! Her sweet breath washed over my face as I smiled and enthusiastically nodded to her, my gorgeous queen. And that is when it happened. That is when any doubts were erased. When fears and timidness began to evaporate. That is when my mother gently pulled my face to hers, my lips to hers. My heart exploded. Her lips were like satin, so soft, silken. I could feel the blood rushing to my face and my groin. The bulge between my legs instantly doubling in size. I began to tremble from head to toe. Then she whispered to me.

“Is this what you want, sweetheart? Should I stop?”

“Yes, Mom, I’ve always wanted you. Don’t stop. I’m just nervous. I’m sorry.”

“It’s OK, baby. It’s OK! I understand. Please, just relax and show that you love me, honey.”

Then Dad finally spoke to me.

“It’s time to show your dear mother just how much you’ve wanted her, son.”

With those words the floodgates opened wide. Mom pressed her soft lips to mine. I felt her mouth open. Her sweet, luscious tongue began to explore my lips. Without even thinking my tongue reached out to touch hers. Oh! She was so delicious, so sweet, warm and wet. In unison we wrapped our arms around each other and began kissing passionately, so lovingly. She held me tightly to her breast, so pillowy soft and inviting. I could feel her heart beating rapidly, just like mine.

To my surprise, my mother was trembling! I thought only young, inexperienced boys like me did that. She was excited by me, her son, a boy! How could any son be so fortunate? So loved? So wanted as I? What a precious gift she was giving me! God, how I loved my queen. The beautiful woman I have adored since birth was giving everything to me today! Until now I had possessed all her motherhood, everything it offered. Totally mine. But now, now she was giving me something equally precious, but far deeper, infinitely more personal and private. Her divine womanhood. And my father! His love for me so heartfelt and strong that he selflessly shared with me his everything, his reason for living, his beloved wife. No love could be stronger, more beautiful or deeper than that which we three shared that day in this family.

As our trembling transformed into a hungry passion the kiss grew deeper. My tongue probed every nook, every corner of my mother’s delectable mouth. Her juices tasted genuinely sweet. Our tongues almost wrestled, each seemingly fighting for dominance. From somewhere in the depths of my masculinity I knew I had to win, take control, be a man. Even at this tender age I knew it was time, not just to be a man, but to be her man. My father wanted that of me, to give my mother, his beloved wife, everything I have. My mother deserved no less. She had given me life, love, care and devotion for so long. I knew I must not fail. I was committed to being so much more to her than a son.

My hesitations and second-thoughts became a steely, sexual determination. I overpowered her tongue and passionately subdued it as my mother’s mouth became my captive. She moaned as this powerful siege took full control. It was her audible confirmation. Her realization. Now she knew. She knew she was being kissed not just by her son, but by her lover. Young? Yes. Boy? No longer! My Dad observed with such a fatherly look of pride. He had been an excellent teacher. Unlike so many others, my father taught me about the beauty of sex between two people who love each other. No information was held back. No questions went unanswered. He emphasized that love was the only thing that mattered. And, now, he looked on as his teachings guided this passion between two so much in love. Mom pulled back away from the grip of my passionate embrace and whispered again.

“Sweetheart, let’s go to bed now. A couch isn’t the proper place for such a special night. Tonight is a gift from above. Here, baby, take my hand.”

Dad has always been a bit of a softie. He wears his heart on his sleeve. I looked his way and saw one lonely tear beginning to run down his cheek. What an amazing father! All he could think about was how special this time was for the two people he loved more than anything else in the world. This day was as fulfilling for him as for us. This day he allowed his dear wife to begin enjoying an exciting new dimension of sexual pleasure, separate from him, which he knew she so richly deserved. And it guided his pride and joy, his son, to the sweetest kind of love affair most boys only dream of, the sexual union of mother and son. Mother and son rose from the couch and walked hand in hand to Mom and Dad’s inviting bed.

In the half hour, or so, that we had been kissing my father had prepared the bedroom for us. There were soft ballads coming from the speakers, soothing aromas emanating from the ten candles he had lit, dim lighting that was just bright enough for each of us to see everything between us. It was then I knew with certainty that Mom and Dad had agreed that today was the day if I wanted. And, oh dear God, did I ever want it! Dad patted me on the shoulder, kissed Mom on the lips and left the room smiling, closing the door behind him. The already strong love I had for my father grew immensely at that moment.

I reached over to pull Mom’s blouse up and over her head, then to the floor. I unbuttoned her pant waist and slowly pulled them down to the floor. She stepped out of them. I marveled at my mother’s beauty as I turned her around to unsnap her bra. I fumbled with it. Mom giggled a bit as I finally figured it out. Her bra fell to the floor, exposing the most exquisite, beautiful and full breasts I had ever seen. I had been noticing them, wanting them, hidden behind her shirts and bras for years. But, wow! My imagination didn’t even come close to the reality. I actually felt the blood rushing to my cock. I could hardly believe this stunning woman was mine to love as I’d never loved her before.

“Jesus, you’re just gorgeous! I want you so much, Mom.”

“I hoped you’d say that. I’ve needed you to want me for years, baby. I’m all yours tonight.”

I placed one hand on each full breast. She sighed. My hands could barely cover them. Her nipples stood tall and firm. Her areolas were dark and as big as silver dollars. A primal urge hit me and I found myself suddenly suckling her breasts as her hands gently held my head tightly to her bosom. Her nipples seemed to almost fill my mouth. I imagined being her baby boy once again, drinking her milk, feeling the warmth and safety of her body as it nourished mine. My cock grew ever larger, harder, pounding as it leaked inside my boxers.

What a joy! Being so close to the one woman in the world for me. My mother. The one who carried me for forty weeks. The one whose body fed mine. The one who changed my diapers and cleaned my little privates, perhaps even foreseeing a day in the future like this? I suckled, almost with a fury, going from one breast to the other. Her sighs told me I was accomplishing my goal. As my father wanted, I was pleasing his wife. And Mom knew just how much she was pleasing me. My uncontrolled moaning told the story. I licked and sucked, covering her breasts with my saliva, first taking her huge nipples into my mouth and then going even beyond her pretty areolas until my mouth was incredibly full.

As much as I wanted to stay at her soft bosom, I knew the crown jewel awaited me below. As I suckled, Mom had pressed her groin tightly to mine. I could feel her pubic bone massaging my aching cock as she squirmed against me. I had successfully fought off the urge to cum inside my boxers. No! It had to happen inside my mother, where I had first entered the world, as nature intended. I knew I wanted that, I knew she wanted that and my father knew that was the way it should be. I began to squat down, bringing my face to the level of Mom’s hidden treasure. I had only once caught a fleeting glimpse of it when I came home early one day. She was dressing after a shower. It was just beautiful! I had imagined my face buried in its glory. And now the time had finally come. No more fleeting glimpses. This treasure was about to become mine.

I held the elastic of her lace-trimmed baby blue panties, so very feminine. The gusset was thin enough that I could already begin to make out the shape of her light pubic bush. My cock ached in anticipation. I pressed my face to her bush, still hiding behind her panties, kissing it. For the very first time, my mother’s gentle sighs turned to loud, involuntary moans. I wanted those moans to continue, so I began taking her mound into my mouth, panties and all. Mom grabbed my head with both hands and pulled my face ever more tightly to her pussy. I could barely breathe, but all I needed in that moment was my mother’s pussy. Air was a secondary concern. I felt her heat warming my mouth. I longed to feel that heat embracing my cock. I needed to be buried inside her womanhood.

I opened and closed my mouth, all the while massaging her entire mound. I needed to remove the barrier her panties posed. Almost having to force my face away, as my mother’s grip tried to hold me there, I wasted no time in pulling her panties to the floor, and there it was. This young boy had never seen anything so sexy, so alluring, so captivating as my mother’s soft, blonde pussy. I immediately buried my face in her glorious blonde bush. My tongue suddenly found a very warm and wet spot. Mom’s entire body jerked. I knew I had found her clit, just above her moist, inviting vagina. Dad had explained it all to me. And now I would put his instructions to work, pleasing this beautiful woman, our precious wife and mother.

It all became clear in my mind. In the past, surely Dad must have noticed me as I stared longingly at Mom’s breasts and rear. I couldn’t help it. My mother is stunningly gorgeous, and I was a normal, hormone-driven son attracted to his mother. I felt like a weirdo, not understanding how normal it was to have these feelings. And, judging from their glances and nods tonight, Dad must have long known she wanted me, as well. His careful instructions had prepared me for what he surely knew to be the inevitable outcome, the physical union of mother and son, the achievement of a complete, loving relationship – mental, physical and sexual. An ideal he wanted his son and wife to enjoy. Today the selfless plan this extraordinary father envisioned was finally a reality. Thanks to Dad, we were about to experience what so many other sons and mothers desire but, so sadly, will never have.

Mom wanted to undress me, but I couldn’t wait and undressed in a flash, my clothes flying into a remote pile. Her eyes were fixed on my cock. I could tell she hadn’t expected it to be so large at my age. But thanks to good old Dad’s genes, I was blessed with a substantial, thick 7-1/2 inches when erect, and I was still a growing boy. Mom smiled as her eyes inspected it, and that made me quite happy, and very proud. Suddenly she dropped to her knees.

“Oh, my poor boy. You’re leaking all over the rug. Here. Let me tidy things up for you.”

Mom proceeded to take my cock head into her warm, moist mouth to clean me up. I could feel the amazing sensation of her strong suction as it pulled every last drop of pre-cum out of me and into her. Like a reflex I reached down and held her head in both hands and pulled her closer, forcing my cock further into her mouth. Realizing what I had done I felt bad and relaxed my grip on her head, but she continued without my assistance to nearly touch my pubic mound with her nose as she firmly pulled against my ass with both hands!

God, my mother was deep-throating me! Jesus Christ! I had to picture some ugly old lady in my mind, with boobs down to her knees, to keep from exploding into Mom’s throat. No, I wanted to explode in one place only. Deep inside my mother’s womb, revisiting my birthplace and planting my seed. Claiming it, at least for the moment, as mine alone. And, if I’m a good lover tonight, maybe I’ll have another chance to visit that warm and slippery throat again.

It felt so awesome inside her throat! I yelled so loudly that Mom pulled away quickly, thinking I was in pain. Yes, I was, and it hurt so good! It was just as well, though, that she pulled away. I probably would have cum in her throat otherwise. That’s when I had the nerve to confide in her.

“Mom, I love you and want you so bad, but I don’t want to cum too fast. Please don’t suck me any more or I know I’ll cum. I only want to cum inside your pussy tonight, Mom.”

“I want you, too, baby. I understand. I shouldn’t have done that, at least not so soon. I’m glad to hear that you only want to cum inside me. That would make me very happy, baby. Come to bed now, OK?”

Dad had made up the bed in my mother’s favorite ruby red satin sheets. When we fell onto the slippery bed together it felt as if I might slide right over the opposite side onto the floor! They felt very cool, and very sensual. Mom pulled me on top of her and we picked up where we left off back on the couch and kissed even more passionately. This time our kissing flowed so much more freely.