So there we were, Mom and I, sitting on the edge of my bed. We were talking away, as we usually did, but this time I had a hand inside her soft pink robe, fondling one of her lovely big tits, squeezing its smooth, spongy ripeness and gently pinching the hard nipple, and she was acting as if she didn't even notice. I doubted that she was wearing any panties, and I was determined that I would soon find out.

Wait a minute! Maybe we had better go back and see just how this story started. A son doesn't just suddenly start feeling his mother's bare tits--not getting away with it at least. These things take time to develop, and the development, the slow mutual seduction, can be as exciting as the climax. So let's go back a few years and begin at the very beginning.

My mother has always been the very center of my life--and I of hers, I believe. There has been a closeness between us that exceeds the ties of any other two people that I know. My father was a very successful businessman, and he wouldn't hear of his wife's having a career outside the home. No, his wife must be a homemaker, a hostess, a wife and mother only. I was an only child. I know that they tried to have more children, but with no success. So Mom's main purpose in life was to bring up her only son, and she devoted herself to it heart and soul. Dad was always too busy to take much interest in me, not even to try to train me to follow in his footsteps, so it was always just Mom and me, living in close intimacy, largely without Dad.

I could not have been blessed with a better woman for a mother. Mom was just pure elegance, a gorgeous woman and also a very highly intelligent and cultured person, a warm, compassionate lady, but one who was not very outgoing. She was quite content to continue her cultural education on her own and to transmit as much of it as possible to her son, nurturing him mentally as well as physically. Before I even entered school, I knew more about art and music and poetry and drama than most students acquire in 12 years of schooling. Naturally, when I did enter school, already able to read at 6th grade level, I was quickly discovered by everyone, teachers and students alike, to be a strange creature, one of those weird brains who are set apart as incomprehensible. The administrators wanted to move me ahead to a higher grade, but Mom firmly refused; she wanted me to be with my own age group.

Fortunately, Mom did not neglect the physical side of my upbringing, as she was something of a fitness buff as well. She taught me all kinds of sports, and we worked out regularly from the time I was a toddler. I was strong and agile, a natural athlete as well as a scholar. The few bullies who thought that they would take advantage of the "nerd" quickly found out that they couldn't push me around. So I won a grudging respect from everybody, and I was most sought after for games; everybody wanted me on their team. I didn't make any close friends, but I got along quite well with everyone. I never tried to show up the teachers, even when I knew that they were wrong about something, and most of them liked me, even though only one or two could really understand me. I was always willing to help my fellow students with their work when they asked, but I never tried to show off my brilliance. Mom had taught me that, as well--how to be a gentleman.

For me, life was wonderful. I grew up in the midst of love and beauty, learning early just what the truly fine things in life are. But real life was at home--with Mom, not at school or out in the world anywhere else. Oh, we did have some friends who visited occasionally and whom we visited. We went to parties and dinners with others, and I knew how to entertain young visitors. But always what I loved most was to be with Mom, to read with her or to go to art galleries with her alone or to plays or concerts. And always we would talk. Mom was carrying on meaningful conversations with me before I could even talk, and I started out speaking full sentences when most kids were saying their first "Ma-ma" or "Da-da." Mom's acquaintances were flabbergasted at this little tot who could speak English as well as they could. I think that they were secretly glad that their kids were not weird like that. But, as I was saying, Mom and I talked, talked, talked constantly, discussing every subject imaginable when we were alone together.

I can't remember ever having to be disciplined at all. Mom just taught me how I should behave and expected me to do so, and I did. It was as simple as that. I had complete faith in the wisdom and goodness of my mother, and most of all in her love for me. I have never doubted for one moment that she loved me with all her being--and I have always loved my mother with a love too deep for words.

Now if all this sounds sickeningly goody-goody and boring beyond endurance, let me tell you that there was another side to it. My mother loved to have fun. She had a delightful sense of humor and we played all kinds of tricks on each other. We laughed as much as we talked sometimes. And we wrestled around and romped like a pair of carefree kids, even as I grew older. I cannot emphasize enough that being with Mom was just a sheer delight, and I had no desire to be out of her company any more than necessary.

Of course, as I grew older and began to have my first perceptions of this thing called sex, there were bound to be some subtle changes in our relationship. When I was quite young, Mom was very open as far as nudity was concerned, and I always knew what a naked woman looked like. But she began to practice modesty a bit more as I approached puberty, and although she was hardly concerned if I happened to see her nude, she was careful to keep that from happening too often. When she discovered that I was beginning to have erections that were apparently sexually stimulated, she took that as a sign that she should begin teaching me about sex, and she did so very calmly and matter of factly. When I had my first ejaculation, it was not a surprise to me, because she had told me what to expect. She made it clear that sex was a very natural and a very important part of life, that it should be treasured and nurtured in a positive way, but that it could be dangerous if misused.

Mom told me that masturbation was a normal thing and that it could be valuable as a release of sexual tension. I won't say that she really encouraged me to masturbate, but she certainly did not discourage it, and I'm sure that she knew that I was doing it frequently. What she probably did not know, however, was that everything that she taught me about male/female sexual relations, I always associated with the two of us as the sex partners. And when I masturbated, although Mom had no objections to the sex books and magazines that I acquired, it was almost always Mom that I fantasized about. The more I learned about sex, the more pictures and descriptions I read of sexual relations, the more elaborate my fantasies became, all centered around my beautiful Mom. And now for the first time I was keeping an important secret from my dear mother--that I had a deep, deep longing to have sex with her, to fuck, fuck, fuck her--my own beloved mother!

I managed to keep my longing hid pretty well, although I am sure that Mom had some idea of how I felt. She was far too perceptive to be completely ignorant of my feelings. But as I went through my high school years, our joking and playing around took on more and more a flirtatious element, and it wasn't all my doing. Mom's jokes were frequently sex jokes now, and when we hugged and kissed, as we had always often done, there was a more adult nature to it, verging on sexual foreplay. I had a harder time hiding my frequent erections when I was around her, and sometimes she would comment on my condition humorously. I lost my virginity to a more experienced older girl when I was only a sophomore, and I told Mom about it. I could tell that she was rather shocked at first, but she quickly adjusted to the fact that I was becoming sexually active, and sometimes asked me how my love life was going, making little jokes about it.

Well, let's move on to the summer before my senior year in high school. I had just turned 17, and all at once things were different. At first I didn't quite notice, but bit by bit I could tell that Mom's attitudes toward me had definitely shifted. Now all at once, she was becoming girlishly coy and decidedly flirtatious. Her modesty began slipping also. More and more she would be wearing only a robe around the house, and it kept slipping open from time to time. When we kissed, she would press her body against mine harder, especially if I had an erection, as I usually did now. (Although I had fucked a few girls by this time, my fervent desire was still to get my cock into my darling mother's pussy.)

We still talked about all kinds of subjects as avidly as ever, but now Mom would be sitting close beside me more commonly, her hand on my leg. She showed no reluctance at all when I began putting my hand on her leg as we talked. We had been swatting each other on the behind playfully for years, but now I began to take more advantage of that privilege, and discovered that I could leave my hand there without any objection from Mom. Gradually I began squeezing and caressing that beautiful part of her anatomy when we embraced. Far from objecting, Mom began putting her hands on my ass as well, pulling my hard cock against her belly when we hugged. (By this time I stood 6 feet 2.) One day I playfully pinched one of Mom's tits. She squealed and slapped my hand, but she was laughing. And I found that I could get away with doing that every time with no greater consequences.

I'd better take a minute here to describe my mother. She was 22 when I was born, so when I was 17, she was just 39. She looked more like 25. She was about 5 foot 7 and weighed about 135 pounds. She had brown hair with reddish highlights, dark brown eyes, a beautiful round, dimpled face with a short nose, full lips, a radiant smile, which revealed very white teeth, with just a tad of overbite, which caused a scarcely noticeable lisping problem with her s's. Her body was just absolutely gorgeous. Later when I got her to allow me to measure her--nude--I discovered that her dimensions were 37 inch bust, 26 inch waist, and 39 inch hips. The cold statistics hardly convey the beauty of her form. Her breasts were firm, full and carried high, hardly sagging at all; her hips were delightfully broad; her full thighs were beautifully tapered; and her ass was just fantastic, the sexiest outthrust derriere I have ever seen, live or in pictures.

And that brings us back to the beginning of the story: So there we were, Mom and I, sitting on my bed. We were talking away, as we usually did, but this time I had a hand inside her soft pink robe, fondling one of her lovely big tits, squeezing its smooth, spongy ripeness and gently pinching the hard nipple, and she was acting as if she didn't even notice. I doubted that she was wearing any panties, and I was determined that I would soon find out. We had just played tennis together, and had both showered after returning home. I was just wearing a pair of shorts, and Mom had on her favorite robe. Mom had her hand on my bare thigh, just a few inches from my cock, which was hard and straining against the fabric of my shorts.

I pulled her robe farther open at the top so that I could see all of the luscious breast that I was so avidly fondling. Mom glanced down as if she were just noticing what I was doing. "Here, here!" she said. "What are you up to, young man?"

"You mean you can't tell?" I asked playfully.

Mom glanced down at the monstrous bulge in my shorts. "Well, yes, I guess I can tell what's up." She made no effort at all to stop my roaming hands as I switched from one tit to the other. "Are you having fun?"

"Mmm, yeah, Mom. This is great!" I leaned my head down and gently kissed one of her rosy erect nipples. Since Mom still made no movement to stop me, I gently sucked the nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. Damn, this was wonderful!

"Aren't you just a bit old to be nursing Mommy's titties, sonny boy?" Mom asked.

"Well (suck, suck), I WAS too old, but now that I've passed puberty (suck, suck), I'm just old enough again."

"Hmm," Mom mused. "I'm afraid that I understand what you mean, you depraved child you." She placed her hand lightly on the back of my head as I continued to suck, more and more noisily and sloppily, at her gorgeous, swelling mammaries.

"I may be depraved, Mom (slurp, slurp), but I'm truly grateful (slurp, slurp) that I'm not deprived."

"Oh, naughty, naughty boy!" Mom sighed, pulling my head more firmly against her soft mounds of glowing white flesh. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Well, Mom (slurp, suck), I could make a few (kiss, suck, slurp) suggestions."

"I'll bet you could," Mom murmured, "but please don't, you wayward son."

As I was working over her tits, my hands had gradually been pushing apart the lower half of Mom's robe, revealing her smooth full thighs. Only a narrow part was now held together by the sash, just barely keeping her crotch concealed. As I detected that my mother was breathing more rapidly, I decided that the time had come to explore even more intimate possibilities. I began caressing her satiny, firm thighs, gradually working my way upward. God, those thighs felt good, so smooth, so sexily soft and yet firm at the same time. And now my wandering fingers felt the outer fringes of hair. Immediately I knew that I was right--Mom was not wearing panties!

Mom had her legs closed tightly, but I began running my hand all over her upper thighs and lower belly, loving the feel of that rather crispy hair covering her mound. I tried probing lightly at the vee which Mom was keeping protected. At first it was almost imperceptible, but then I knew that her leg muscles were losing some of their firm tension. I probed a bit more insistently, and bit by bit, my hand was able to creep between her legs, approaching that deeply coveted goal that awaited me there. Then at last, with a sigh, Mom let her legs go limp, and they opened to me. I cupped her crotch with my hand. Finally I felt that wonderful moist, soft feminine organ, the damp, puffy lips amid their cover of soft hair. Oh, God! I had my hand on my dear mother's pussy, and I was still sucking greedily on the hardened nipples of her fantastic tits. And she was letting me do these things! She was still holding my head cradled against her breasts.

Now I began running my fingers up and down the length of Mom's cunt lips, then began to work one finger inside. Mom spread her thighs farther apart, and soon I had my finger two knuckles deep inside her creamy love passage. She felt hot and very wet inside. "Oh, my God, honey!" she moaned as I began to gently finger fuck her. "Oh, my God!"

It felt wonderful to be fingering my mother's juicy pussy, but I was so aroused myself that now I had to have more. All at once I dropped my head right into Mom's lap and began fervently kissing the soft flesh of her inner thighs. At the same time I got my hands on both sides of her hips, under the robe and pushed it still farther apart. Mom gasped as my head began burrowing into her lap. "Oh, God, honey! What are you trying to do now?" Her hands on my head were pushing me away, but not with very much force.

I figured that the answer to this question was also too obvious to require an answer, so I just pressed my head harder into that last little gap of her robe. The loosely tied sash gave way, the robe gaped free, and I plunged my face right into my mother's hair-covered pubic area. If she had wanted to push me away, she could have, but her efforts to ward me off were so feeble that I knew they were insincere. Now I slowly and gently pried her soft, firm thighs apart, again meeting only token resistance, and at last my lips were on her nether lips. Then I dropped to my knees on the floor between her legs. I got my hands under her ass and pulled her to the very edge of the bed, lifting her crotch up to my face. And now I was licking at her pussy lips and forcing my tongue inside, tasting for the first time the slightly tart tang of my mother's sex juices.

And now Mom gave up all signs of resistance. She gave a great sigh, another mumbled, "Oh, my God!" and lay back on the bed, leaving me free to go ahead and tongue fuck her warm, wet, fragrant cunt. She did continue to protest verbally, but her body language was speaking so much more loudly, and it was saying, "Lick me! Suck me! Fuck my pussy with your lips and tongue! Make my cunt feel wonderful!" Actually her mouth was saying, "But you can't do this! I'm your mother! Oh, God, honey! Your father will be coming home any minute!" But she now had her thighs spread apart as far as they would go, and she was humping her hairy mound against my eagerly lapping mouth. I could feel her sensations rising toward a big orgasm. I knew that I had her right on the brink.

But now, by God, I decided that I wanted her first orgasm with me to come with my cock inside her, not my tongue. I swung her ass around and laid her flat on the bed. Then I stripped off my shorts and was between her legs in a flash. God, did she look beautiful all spread out that way. Her lovely big body was so curvy, swelling with sexuality in every part. She was just glowing white, a vibrant, healthy pink-white. I got one hand back on those lovely big tits again. I placed the other hand under her delicious big ass and held her as I approached her furry mound with my huge, hard, ravenous cock. God, that hair-fringed pussy with its swollen wet lips looked so damned inviting.

Mom moaned, "NO! NO! NO! Don't do this, honey! There isn't time! Your father will be home any minute! I think I hear his car now!"

But again, what her body was saying was exactly the opposite. As I pressed the tip of my rod into the groove of her pussy lips, she raised her hips up to meet me, and as I slowly pushed my excited fuck pole into her moist, yielding love channel, she was pushing right back, helping to force me deeper inside. I gently fucked in and out, going deeper, deeper, until at last the entire length of my cock was buried to the balls inside my mother's hot, wet vagina. "OH, GOD! OH GOD, HONEY!" she moaned. "What are you doing to your mother?"

"I'm fucking my mother," I grunted. "I'm showing my mother how much I love her beautiful body. I'm going to make you feel so good, Mom! I'm going to give you the best fuck you've ever had!"

And now I began to fuck my beloved Mom, firmly and deeply, not too fast yet, but very solidly. My big cock was plowing into her hard and deep. Mom wasn't quite as tight as the young girls I'd fucked, but she was plenty tight enough, especially since my cock seemed to be bigger than it had ever been before. God, did her cunt ever feel good on my tingling prick--far better than any other cunt could possibly feel! This was all my favorite fantasies come true in a tremendous way! "Oh, God, you feel good, Mom!" I groaned as I fucked her enthusiastically. "So damned gooood!"

Then I lay forward on her, squeezing her big tits between us, and put my mouth on hers. Immediately her lips opened, and we were deep kissing, lips gnawing and tongues frantically licking at each other. Mom started to hump her hips up to meet my thrusts, and her hands were on my ass, pulling me harder into her. It was very obvious to me now that Mom wanted it! She wanted my big cock to fuck the hell out of her! Her hot pussy was loving my lusty, ravishing strokes! I fought to keep my hot cock from erupting too soon. I wanted to hold off until she went over the top in a huge orgasm, which I knew was not far away.

"Sylvia! I'm home!" came a sudden shout from the bottom of the stairs. "Remember, we have to leave soon to meet the Taylors."

At the first syllable of this shocking interruption, Mom gasped and shoved me violently off her body, my cock yanking out with a plop. She wrapped her robe around her naked body and shot out the door like a scared cat--just as my overwrought cock began spurting out gobs of hot cum all over the bed. Damn! Damn! Damn! What a helluva letdown! The dream of my life had been on the verge of a terrific climax, and now it was like waking up and discovering that it was all JUST a dream. I held my emptying cock and almost cried in my frustration.

I cleaned myself up the best I could and lay down on my bed, wallowing in self-pity. But then I began to think of what had really happened. I had actually fucked my mother, and she had been responding with amazing ardor. The way she had shoved me off when Dad had called showed clearly that she could have stopped my amorous advances if she had wanted to. Certainly she knew that I was not going to take her by brute force. And her only real objection to the fuck was that we didn't have enough time, which turned out to be true. Didn't that mean that if we had had time, then it would have been all right with her? I had to believe that that was the true situation, and my confidence began to return. Yes, it was frustrating, but damn, look at what I had done! And look at the possibilities for the future! The door had been opened (her thighs, her pussy had been opened) and there could be no going back. We were destined to be lovers, damn it! I knew that we were.

Mom stopped in a little later to tell me that she and Dad were leaving and that my supper was on the table for me. She didn't come into my room, and she seemed to avoid any conversation. I moped around while they were gone, alternately elated and anguished. I finally went to bed before they got home.

The next morning, bright and early, Mom's sister and brother-in-law dropped off their 8-year-old daughter to stay with us while they attended a convention somewhere. My cousin was a bright little girl, and I liked her, but she was definitely going to be in the way of my lascivious plans. And she certainly was. She absolutely adored Mom (who wouldn't?) and hung by her side every second. I think that this was partly because her mother was one of these parents who disapprove of binding their children too closely to them, who favor no-nonsense hands-off upbringing, making the child as independent as possible as early as possible--in other words, the exact opposite of Mom. Mom's kind and loving ways endeared her to my young cousin, and I couldn't really blame her for wanting to cling to Mom, but damn it, I wasn't able to get near my beloved mother for the whole week. Jacking off in my room was hardly an acceptable substitute. The only compensation was that from time to time, Mom would wink at me and seem to show sympathy for what she knew was a frustrating time for me.

At last the week was up, and my little cousin was gone. The only problem now was that that very evening we had to go meet the Ryans for dinner and a play. The Ryans had a daughter just a year younger than I, and Mrs. Ryan had a very high opinion of me; in fact, she seemed to have set her sights on snaring me as a son-in-law. Both she and her husband seemed to believe that their daughter was completely safe with such a gentleman as I. They didn't know that one time when I was helping Julie Ryan with her homework and the parents left to go somewhere, their dear, sweet daughter practically raped me as soon as they were out the door. Actually she wasn't a bad piece of ass at all, although just a bit skinny for my tastes. And she obviously was no virgin--far from it. We had had a few dates, and had fucked maybe a dozen times, but she wasn't my idea of somebody to marry.

Dad and I were watching the news on TV while Mom was upstairs getting ready to go out. Mom called down the stairs, "Paul, why don't you let your father take care of the world situation, and you come upstairs and talk to me while I get ready."

I was quite willing to do that, and as Dad didn't even seem to notice, I went up the stairs to find Mom. She was in her bathroom--and she didn't have a stitch of clothes on! There she stood in all her sexy nude glory, wearing only a pair of high-heeled slippers with pom poms on the toes. She stood at her mirror brushing her hair, her gorgeous ass toward me and her lovely, lovely tits reflecting at me from the mirror. "Oh, God, Mom!" I breathed in awe. "You're beautiful! Oh, wow!"

Mom grinned at me in the mirror and wiggled her ass seductively. "See anything you want?" she asked.

"Oh, God, do I! You know that I want it all, Mom!" I moved forward and put my arms around her from the back, cupping her tits and pressing my sprouting hard-on against her ass.