Chapter 1

My mother is a self-confessed nymphomaniac. She loves sex and can never seem to get enough of it. Whether it is with men or women, it doesn’t matter to her. She will take on all comers one at a time or in groups. So long as she can cum, she’s a happy woman! She is addicted to cumming and if she doesn’t cum at least a couple times a day, she just can’t be happy. My father left us because of her insatiable need for sex – he simply couldn’t give her what she needed, and wasn’t the type to allow her to find fulfillment elsewhere.

My sister, Kim, and I were both products of my mother’s indiscretions. I was her first affair with one of Dad’s old buddies from work (he changed jobs shortly after he found out about her fucking around on him!), and my little sister came along a couple years later courtesy of a car salesman. Mom wanted to buy a second-hand car and the salesman gave her a “test ride” in the sales staff break room!

Dad stuck around during Mom’s pregnancy with Kim, but when he learned that even pregnant Mom couldn’t refrain, he left as soon as my sister was safely born and home.

Mom had always been very sexually active since she was old enough to know what boys were and how good they could make her feel. In fact Mom was only 18 when she had me and it was because of me that Dad, who was 20 at the time, married her. They had been dating for about six months the story goes, when she announced that they were going to have me.

Well Dad, being a gentleman, wanted to do the honorable thing. Besides it was the 1950’s and he wanted to protect her “reputation” (little did he know her “reputation” was already damaged beyond repair – it’s just nobody wanted to tell him how much of a slut his girlfriend was!)

So they got married quickly before Mom began to show too much and that way he could claim the baby was his. The only ones who knew the truth at that point were Mom and Dad and the doctor. A lot of people suspected, but no one could prove anything at that point. It wasn’t until I was born that the truth came glaringly out. You see, I’m black and Mom and Dad were both white! My skin is a light brown (think Shemar Moore or Lenny Kravitz coloring). So it’s kinda obvious that somebody else had a hand in my being born!

After I was born, the rumors and whispers and snide comments got to be too much – being a “mixed” family in the little town we lived in back then made for an uncomfortable fit. So we moved away to a place far away where no one knew us and Mom and Dad could claim I was adopted when the questions came up. And this worked fine for awhile. But Mom soon began the prowl again – she couldn’t help herself. Dad was trying to earn a living and keep Mom happy and he just couldn’t do both.

Mom got the idea that she wanted a car so she could do the shopping and errands while Dad was at work and so when he came home he could devote more time to her and her needs. Dad agreed and Mom went to the used car dealer, where her need for sex overcame her need for a car. And nine months later, Kim came along. Dad left about a month later, and the divorce came shortly after that.

Well, Mom raised two kids by waiting tables at the local restaurant. It wasn’t easy on her and money was tight more often than not. But she did the best she could and we made do. There was a string of men that came along. Some stayed for a few months, some less. None of them stayed for much longer. They got what they both wanted, but Mom ran through them with her incredible sexual needs.

It wasn’t an easy life growing up on any of us. I was 20 years old and graduated high school, the first in my family to do so. Kim was 18 and would graduate this year. Mom was 38 year old and looked damn good for her age – to look at her you’d swear she was no more than 30 tops. She was still smoking hot and would get hit on all the time at work. But now that she worked so hard, she didn’t have the time to indulge, even though her libido had not calmed one bit. I would often hear her in the bedroom scratching that persistent “itch” late at night. I felt really bad that she had to work so hard to support us all.

Kim had somehow managed to learn from Mom’s mistakes and was still a virgin. When Mom would ask her if she had a boyfriend she would say “No. I’m saving myself for someone special!” and that made Mom happy. The last thing she wanted was to have her daughter grow up with the same situation she had been through.

I guess it was the summer I graduated when the “family dynamic” changed for all of us. Mom had come home from another tiring day at the restaurant and was sitting in her chair with her feet propped up. I had been out job hunting with no real luck. I had a couple leads, but no one had given me a job yet.

Seeing Mom so tired made me want to do something to make her feel better. “Hey Mom, how about a shoulder rub?” I said. I moved around behind her and began massaging her shoulders.

“Mmm ... that feels nice honey,” she said.

Mom still had on her waitress uniform and as I stood behind and over her working on her shoulders, I could see right down the front of her blouse. She still had a great set of tits and even though I knew it was wrong to think such things, I couldn’t help wondering what those tits would look like without the blouse.

After giving her a good shoulder rub (and getting a pretty good hard on from looking at her tits) I suggested she go lay down for a bit. “Go on Mom, go lay down, I’ll take care of dinner,” I said. Mom had brought home a couple frozen pizzas for dinner that night.

“Are you sure honey?” she said.

“Yeah, I think I can heat up a couple pizzas! You go lay down and rest for a bit. It’ll be about an hour or so before dinner. Go lay down and relax,” I said.

“Okay sweetheart, thank you,” she said, and Mom headed back to her bedroom.

I was watching a little T.V. before starting dinner when I decided to go back and check on Mom. She had been laying down for probably twenty minutes when I walked back. As I made my way down the hallway, trying to be quiet in case she was asleep, I began to hear strange sounds coming from the bedroom.

At first I couldn’t make out what was happening; I thought maybe Mom was watching something on TV. But as I got closer, the sounds changed and got louder. Still I wasn’t sure what was happening. It wasn’t until I opened the door a crack that I heard it clearly...

“Ohhh, God! Ohhh, fuck that’s it ... right there! Fuck I’m so wet!” she moaned.

My mother was lying on her bed, her waitress skirt pulled off, her panties hanging on my one ankle and a large dildo protruding lewdly from her exposed and open pussy! In between the moans and cries, I heard the wet squishing sound of the dildo sliding in and out of her sopping cunt! Mom had her blouse and bra open and was pinching her nipple with her free hand as she fucked herself silly with her toy.

I watched her transfixed as she stabbed at her cunt madly trying to reach her orgasm. She had her eyes closed and hadn’t seen me yet.

“Fuck me!” she moaned again, “Fuck I am so horny! God, Mary, you need a man! You need a real cock so bad!”

She had no more got the words out of her mouth when a passing car backfired and it caused her to open her eyes.

“WHAT? Oh fuck Bobby!” she shrieked seeing me there. She quickly tried covering herself, but I had seen all I needed to see. “Bobby what are you doing honey?” she said, turning beet red.

“I just came back to check and see how you were doing and if you needed anything. And from the sound of things you do!” I said.

“Oh Bobby! I’m so embarrassed! Oh my god, you must really think I am some sort of slut!” she said.

I sat down beside her on the bed and she buried her face in my chest crying her eyes out. I held her as she cried and rubbed my hand up and down her back.

“It’s okay Mom, I don’t think you are a slut at all!” I told her, trying to calm her.

But my efforts only caused her to hold me tighter and loose another round of sobbing. With her arms wrapped around my neck, the sheet she was using to try to cover her nakedness had fallen and I could feel her tits pressing against my shirt ... the same tits that a little while ago I was ogling as I rubbed her shoulders!

“But you saw me ... you saw what I was doing! How could you not think I was some kind of...” she couldn’t finish her sentence and started crying louder.

“Mom! You are not some kind of slut! And there is no need for you to be embarrassed. You just have a high sex drive is all. And why wouldn’t you? You are a beautiful, desirable, sexy woman. You have needs and you take care of them the best way you know how. There’s nothing wrong with that,” I said.

Mom sniffled and then raised her head to look at me, her face wet with tears. “Y-you really think I’m ... beautiful?” she asked.

I saw her eyes darting back and forth, searching mine for an answer but not sure if she wanted to her it.

“Mom, you are the prettiest, sexiest woman I know. You have a beautiful face and you have a body any girl half your age would envy!” I said.

She grabbed me and pulled me tight against her again laying her head on my chest. “Oh thank you Bobby! Thank you, I needed to hear that so much!” she said, her voice quivering as if she was near crying again.

“Well it’s the truth. You have a killer body ... all my friends think so,” I said.

I paused for a few moments, unsure if I should continue my train of thought. But this was my mother and a woman who needed validation. I decided to keep going.

“But you need more than just to be told you’re sexy. You need to be shown,” I said.

“W-what do you mean, Bobby?” she asked, haltingly.

Mom looked at me with apprehension on her face. Her eyes bore right into mine, and she held her breath waiting for me to answer. I looked into her soft beautiful face. She was afraid. Afraid, that I had started to see her differently than I always had.

I stood up and turned to face her. Straddling her knees I gently pushed her backwards onto the bed and then leaned over her putting my hands on the bed on either side of her ribs just under her armpits.

“Bobby, what are you...” she began.

“Mom, watching you masturbating just now almost made me cum in my pants. You are the most beautiful woman I know and I love you so much. It was all I could do to keep from rushing in here and taking you. I’ve heard you in here on other nights, alone with your toy and your desires. I wanted to come in here and take away your loneliness then too, but didn’t have the nerve to open the door. But tonight, watching you and listening to what you were moaning about needing a man, I decided that if I didn’t do it, I never would.”

We didn’t say another word to each other, she just looked up into my face. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking, but I can only imagine she was trying to process what I was saying and find the meaning behind my words.

Mom must have felt my hard cock as it pressed against her pussy – the way I was straddling her, I was half laying on her. She shifted a bit just then.

“Bobby let me up ... this is getting uncomfortable,” she said.

But instead of letting her up, my hands slid down her arms and I grabbed both her wrists. I raised them up over her head and pinned them against the bed there. I looked down at my mother, her breathing had grown a bit deeper and more excited, but my actions had caused her face to cloud with fear and uncertainty.

“I looked at you lying there, and thought that you were the most beautiful creature I had ever seen.”

My hips had begun to slowly rock back and forth, my hard cock sliding up and down over her soaked pussy through my jeans – I was dry-humping my own mom! And my cock was throbbing harder than ever before.

“But I heard you moaning and I could feel the need you had, the emptiness in your words. And I knew that I had to do something to help you, Mom.”

“Bobby, honey, let me up! I mean it; we can’t do this,” she said.

I looked down at her. She was frightened. Afraid of what was happening and, I can only guess, afraid of what was happening to her. Still, there was the slightest movement from her hips. Her mind might be fighting me, but her body was beginning to yield. She looked into my face.

“Bobby this isn’t right! Please baby, mothers and sons aren’t supposed to act this way.”

But I didn’t let her go. “I told you that I have heard you before tonight. I have heard you as you masturbated and I have heard you when you cum. I have also heard you afterwards ... when you were crying. That’s the part I hated the most.

“I lay in there my bed, thinking about you. Thinking about coming into this room and taking you. Taking all of the hurt and the loneliness away. Feeling you struggle as I push my cock deep inside your pussy. Making you mine, the way I have fantasized about for so long! Pleasing you and pleasuring you. Taking care of you the way you have taken care of me and Kim.”

I bent my head, and captured one of her nipples in my mouth. Mom arched her back, even as her words came from her mouth.

“Bobby, no! This isn’t right! Stop this instant! You mustn’t! You can’t!”

Then something inside me snapped. I felt it – like my heart was breaking. Here I was trying to make the most important woman in my life feel better about a sad situation ... trying to comfort her the way she had always comforted me in my times of need, and she was rejecting my efforts! I was hurt and I was pissed!

“You know what mother – you are just a cock tease! You strut around showing off that body, but when someone calls you on it, you back off like they are a leper or something! Well, it’s high time you made good on your advertisements! It’s time you learned a thing or two about teasing a man ... there’s a limit to what any man can and will tolerate and this man has reached that limit! Now get up on that bed Mary, you are about to get that cock you’ve been wanting!” I barked.

She knew that I was serious – I never called her by her name. And it scared her. “Bobby don’t! Stop, Bobby! Please, honey don’t do this! Stop, please! Oh Bobby! Please no!” she said.

But I wasn’t listening to her cries anymore. I was on a mission ... a mission to make her feel good. To make her mine and make her want me so she would never have to need again. Somehow in my mind, I thought that if I could make her want me, I could supply her with all the cock she would need and without the bullshit that came along with other men and their unreliability. I was always going to be her son – she couldn’t “break up” with me or divorce me. No matter what, I was always going to be around. Something she had not been able to find on her own.

Since she hadn’t moved yet, still trying to talk me out of this, I picked her up and bodily threw her back onto the bed. I should probably say here that I was a pretty big guy, 6’3” tall and 255 lbs. I was on the wrestling team and the weightlifting team in high school, getting a letter in each. Had I been able to go to college, I could have easily gotten a football scholarship. So hefting my 5’4” tall 105 lb mother was not even a competition!