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I couldn’t reply as I approached the bed. My heart felt as if it would pound out of my chest. I slid quickly between the sheets and snuggled close to her, my erect penis pressing into her upper thigh. As our naked flesh touched, a feeling as if I had been electrocuted passed through me.
Mom for her part stiffened and gasped with surprise and shock. She was so stunned by my appearance she could not react to what I did next.
I could barely speak, or think, but I blurted out “I love you, Mom,” in a thick, barely audible whisper. Trembling hard, I slid my hand over my mother’s soft warm flank and across her lower abdomen, through her thick wiry brush, and put the flat of my fingers against those deliciously warm, moist, delicate folds of her pussy lips. This caused an immediate response from my mother, who had clearly been on the very edge of orgasm as I entered the room. She immediately clamped her hand on top of mine and pressed hard against her. “Jim, no! Don’t… No… Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!” Her hips twitched spastically against my hand as she went over the edge and came despite her protest. Her cunt lips pulsed against my fingers six or eight times and there was a distinct increase in that beautiful wet slickness as her love juices flowed over my fingers. In the half-light I could see her biting her lip to stay silent as the waves of passion coursed through her.
As her spasms ceased she roughly thrust my hand away, and there was real anger in her voice as she said, “Jim, get out! That was a terrible thing to do! Get away! Go back to bed!” She was almost in tears.
Never in all my wildest dreams had I expected this reaction. My fantasies always involved my mother reciprocating my passion. Instead she was filled with disgust. I tried half-heartedly to explain but she wasn’t listening, getting more and more furious until I fled, confused, back to my bedroom.
I lay awake almost all night, berating myself in my shame and guilt. My dreams of sexual intimacy with my mother were in ashes. Worse, I was scared stiff she would be forced to report me to some official agency. For the first time since my father died I cried myself to sleep.
Next morning, I descended to the kitchen with dread. Mom was already up and from the redness around her eyes she apparently hadn’t slept much either. I was too ashamed to speak, and the cold, tight-lipped look she shot at me made me feel like a worm. Breakfast was spent in silence, as I avoided her eyes and stared into my cereals. Eventually my mother broke the silence. “Jim, what were you thinking of last night? You must know that that sort of thing is terribly wrong. You… You’ve embarrassed me so much… I feel so ashamed…” She was again on the verge of tears, and as her face crumpled I came over and gave her a hug, though she kept her hands over her eyes, not reciprocating my gesture.
“I’m sorry, Mom. It was all my fault. I promise it’ll never happen again,”
I mumbled.
“O.K,” she said, wiping her eyes. “The incident is closed. It never happened, understand?”
I nodded.
True to her word, over the subsequent days Mom never mentioned that night, and I thought for a time that maybe that really was the end of the matter.
But gradually, over the next few weeks, things happened to make me think differently. First of all after a spell of being “good” I began again to fantasize about making love to my mom. This was despite feeling ashamed of myself, and consumed with guilt each time this happened. Eventually I was beating myself off every night once more, each time in my imagination coming simultaneously with my mother as she gasped in passion beneath me.
Secondly, there was a subtle but definite change in Mom’s attitude to me.
I occasionally caught her looking at me a little oddly… in a sort of appraising way, to my mind. She would quickly look away when she saw that I had noticed, and maybe even blushed a time or two.
At first I told myself that it was all in my own fevered imagination, but there slowly developed a definite sexual tension between us which increased with time. If we touched, for instance, there was a frisson which I began to recognize we could both feel.
Mom began to come out from the bath or shower, or even just down to breakfast sometimes wearing only a flimsy bathrobe or nightie. This was unheard of, even when my dad was alive, and it was particularly disturbing in the evening after my little sister was in bed when we might sit watching T.V. till late. I would be acutely aware of Mom’s long, lovely legs protruding from beneath these hardly adequate items of clothing, the hem or edge of which would only just cover her pubes. Often, I would steal a hungry look in her direction to try to catch a glimpse of naked thigh or the swell of her barely concealed breast. On such occasions she would never meet my eye, but study the T.V. or some book intently, but she would begin to flush, and I came to know in my heart of hearts that she was aware of the effect this was having on me. Because of my previous experience however, I could never bring the matter out in the open and speak to Mom about it.
About three months after my original disastrous escapade, and just before Christmas, my mom went out with her colleagues at work for a seasonal party, planning to first have a meal, then on to a night club. As usual on such occasions (which were rare at that time) I was expected to babysit. I didn’t object to this because it was only occasionally that I could have a good wanking session without fear of being disturbed. Unfortunately my sister was particularly fractious that night, and was late settling down to sleep. Eventually, though, I got out my favorite soft porn glossies, got myself comfortable beside the fire, and began to leaf through them.
The stories and letters always got me much hotter than the pictures, and I greedily read through some of these items, the graphic descriptions of sex acts feeding my lust as I took my hardening cock from my pants. Slowly I stroked myself in the time-honored manner and I felt my hormones start to stir in response to the stimulation of my penis. I was well on the way to a satisfying ejaculation when suddenly I heard a key in the lock. In a flat panic, I stuffed my rigid cock back into my trousers, zipped my fly and stuffed the magazines beneath the cushion of a chair. Fortunately I had left the T.V. on and I hastily sat in the armchair and pretended to be engrossed in the news. No sooner had I sat down than in came Mom. Taking off her coat as she entered. “What are you doing back so early?” I asked, trying to sound disinterested. “I thought you were partying.”
Mom shook her head. “No, I decided not to go on to the club. The evening was a bit of a flop, really.” She paused, and gave me a searching look.
She had noticed something strained in my manner, and I very clearly saw the penny drop as her eyes flickered to my crotch and then quickly away in embarrassment. We both reddened. She knew I knew she knew… There was silence while we both groped for something innocuous to say. I got to my feet. “I was just going to make some hot chocolate then go to bed,” I stammered. “Would you like some?”
She clutched at this straw gratefully. “Yes, that would be lovely.” She could not look me in the face.
I fled to the kitchen, cursing myself for a fool, and wondering how I would ever get over this mortification. But there was more of the same to come, because when I returned to the living room, to my horror Mom was sitting reading one of the mags I had hurriedly stashed in the chair. I stood rooted to the spot, two cups of chocolate in my hands.
“Do you often read these things?” She asked in a quiet voice, looking up at me.
“Er, no, not really. Jason loaned it to me. It’s his really. I only borrowed it out of curiosity.”
We both knew differently. Mom gave me another quizzical, slightly amused look. There was no way she was buying that story.
She sat in silence, leafing slowly through the pages while I gulped down my drink. When I had finished, I made an excuse of being tired and retreated to bed. Mom simply nodded as I left, still slowly turning the pages.
I lay awake for an hour or so, desperately seeking a way out of the hole I had dug myself into, then drifted off to sleep.
The next thing I knew, I was disturbed by something softly brushing across my chest. Instantly I was wide awake as I saw and felt my mother climbing into my bed, completely naked, straddling my body as I lay on my back. The yellow street light outside my window displayed her lovely face and figure clearly as she lay down on top of me, leaning forward, her gorgeous tits now pressing against my chest. She covered my mouth with her lips and kissed me, at first gently, but then gradually harder. She inserted her tongue between my lips, into my mouth, licking and flicking it against mine, exploring and probing. I could feel the heat coming from her as if she had an internal fire burning and that beautiful sexy scent of her aroused cunt pervaded the air. My cock stiffened rapidly as I realized what was happening. She pulled away slightly and I could feel her trembling against me, partly with nervousness, partly with desire. I guessed she had already given herself a head start with those clever fingers before awakening me. She began rubbing her wet vulva up and down my thigh.
I opened my mouth to speak, but quickly she put her index finger over my lips. Her voice was a nervous, hoarse whisper. “Sshh honey… Just you lie quietly. Mommy just wants to borrow something for a while. This here is what I want. You don’t mind if I borrow your penis for a few minutes, do you, Jimmy?… Please?…” In my astonishment I shook my head, but the question was meant rhetorically. Mom had already grasped my rock-hard member, deftly placed it against her sopping cunt lips, and with a deep shuddering moan, sunk down upon it to its full length. She was now lying with her full weight on top of me and we hugged each other close. Nothing in my fevered imaginings prepared me for this sensation as I felt my cock buried for the first time in a woman’s innermost place. That warm, wet, beautiful slickness was wrapped around me, gripping my whole shaft, and I felt a surge of indescribable love for this woman whom I had known all my life, yet not really known at all.
Mom had her eyes closed, with a look of utter bliss on her face. She was breathing hard through moist parted lips, obviously relishing the feeling of my cock deep inside her as much as I was. She lay perfectly still for perhaps thirty seconds in this way, then she raised herself up, supporting her upper body on her hands as she began to move slowly, slowly up and down upon me. I could feel her gorgeous cunt sliding along the length of my shaft as she raised herself to the point where it almost slipped out, then sank down on it again till our pubes met and she had the whole thing inside her once more. Her head was bowed, that beautiful mane of coppery hair cascading forward, her eyes closed, concentrating on maximizing her own and my pleasure as she moved my bursting cock in and out of her love tunnel. Her sweet, perfectly shaped breasts were swaying above my chest, jiggling with her to and fro motion, and I ached to cup them, suckle on those hard, inviting nipples, but I dared not break the mood. She began talking while she rode my cock in this fashion, her words breathy gasps, half to herself, synchronized with the rising and falling of her pelvis.
“Ohh, Jim, that feels so good… You have no idea… That is so lovely… You wanted this too, didn’t you honey?… Mmmmmmmmmm… Feel good for you too, baby?… Mommy’s pussy feel nice?… Is she wet enough for you?…”
That was it! I couldn’t stand any more of that. My cock had felt as if it would explode right from the start, and at these words I came in torrents.
White hot pulsations of bliss washed over me as I shot my semen deep into my mother’s eagerly receptive cunt hole. Spurt after spurt I felt burst from me until I thought I would never stop coming. Never had I had such an intense orgasm. I thrust upwards into my mother’s grasping vagina in my ecstasy, every muscle in my body straining, and involuntarily groaned aloud, pumping and pumping as I drained myself dry.
Feeling me shooting my sperm into her depths, my mother began to lose control. Her pelvic thrusts became more rapid, her greedy cunt gripping and milking me, demanding more. Our combined juices seeped out around my shaft as she rode it harder and faster, driving my still hard tool deep inside herself, using my penis to bring her towards her own release, which I sensed was very close.
Oh, baby… Now you’ve done it!… Look at what… You’ve done to me… Can’t stop now… Oooohhhh!… Stay hard for me, baby… Stay hard… Just a minute more… Let me come… All over… That lovely… Cock… Oooohhhh!… Feels so good… Let me have… That… Hard cock… Please… Oooohhhh!… Feel it… Starting… Baby?… Feel it?… Oh, Jim!… Get it up me!!… Ohmigod!… Ohmigod!… Aaaahhhh!… I’m… Coming… Now… I’M COMINNNNNG!!!
Again her pelvic movements changed as I felt her release overtake her and her hungry vaginal muscles gripped my now softening shaft in wave after rippling wave. She ground her pubic mound hard against mine and rubbed rapidly up and down against it, stimulating her clitoris and taking her completely over the edge. I could feel her pubic hair scratching against me to this frantic spastic rhythm. It felt as though her pussy was literally eating, gobbling my penis.
Eventually the spasms of delight subsided and she sank down, breathless and bathed in sweat, against my chest. My penis was soft, but still lay in that lovely warm haven of her vagina while our breathing and heartbeats slowed.
Mom rolled off me after a little while and we lay snuggled together. She began trembling violently, and suddenly I became aware that she was sobbing.
“Oh, Jim I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to do that… It’s been so long since your Dad… I’m so sorry…”
Horrified, I tried to console her. I held her close, told her that I had wanted her as much as she had wanted me. I blurted out the whole story of how I had come home early that day, and how I had been longing for her ever since. At my confession her tears slowed and stopped, and as I finished, Mom held my face between her two hands, looked hard into my eyes for several seconds then kissed my face in little pecks all over. Soon we found each other’s lips and hungrily tongued each other once more. Then suddenly I was back inside her, laying side by side, and we were thrusting at each other like wild animals, grunting, whimpering and moaning, desperate in our need for orgasm. There was a wet slap-slapping noise as I pounded at her and she at me until in a quivering heap, we came again, clutching tight to one another till the wave swept over and we were quiet once more.
We were both exhausted, and I slipped quickly into a sound sleep. When I awoke Mom had already left the bed. Her smell was on me and I luxuriated in it for a little while before I too got up.
I was very nervous of her reaction to the previous night, but the instant I saw her my fears were put to rest. She was bouncier and chirpier than she had been in a long time, and though not a word was spoken about our escapade, her conspiratorial smile and lingering glance into my eyes told me all I needed to know.
That day I walked on air. I was filled with a deep love, and happier than I had ever been. I was also filled with anticipation for what might happen that night…