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August 9, 2006

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Filed under: Incest, incest xxx, mom son incest — Smee @ 2:34 pm

Ice storms are among the most unpleasant of natural phenomena, but I will be eternally grateful for a particular one which hit at precisely the right time and changed my life (and my Mom’s) forever.

I was in my first year in college in a neighboring state, about a 4-hour drive from home–that is, under normal circumstances. I had had a great first quarter, doing well academically and (more important for a horny teenager) with the girls. I had been something of a nerd in high school and had really been out of things socially. In fact (I might as well admit it), I was an 18-year-old virgin when I arrived at college. I quickly discovered that my brain was not a handicap here; instead, it made me a sought-after person. Within a month I had lost my virginity, in an awkward, not totally satisfying manner. Then, however, I had a great stroke of luck when an experienced junior girl decided to take me under her wing (and between her legs), and this generous and talented gal taught me a tremendous amount about sex in the next few weeks. Talk about a real education! Also this girl, Jennifer, built up my rather timid ego by telling me that my cock was much bigger than average, and that I was becoming a terrific lover.

Well, to get right to the story that I want to tell, my mother was driving over to take me home for the Christmas break. The night before, I slept hardly at all, spending several hours in bed (certainly not sleeping) with my sweet upperclassgirl, and then horsing around in the dorm until the wee hours. Mom arrived just after noon, but we took time to eat a leisurely lunch, and I had to show her around over the campus. I even introduced her to my sexual mentor, Jennifer, telling Mom that she had served as sort of an advisor (very true, but not in the way Mom was expected to take it). By the time we finally got my stuff all loaded into the car, it was after 3:30 before we got on the road for home. This meant that we should have got home around 7:30–but that was not to be on this day.

The forecast had called for rain, but the temperature was supposed to stay above freezing. The weather was fine when we set out, just a bit overcast. However, things quickly changed. We were less than an hour into the trip when rain started falling and the mercury started dropping. Gradually conditions deteriorated into a freezing rain storm. For a time the highway surface was still fairly good, but then we began to hit patches of ice. Traffic slowed down as the ice became general, and finally we were just inching along, still less than halfway home. Also cars were beginning to slide off the road, and into each other, especially those driven by stupid oafs who didn’t have the sense to allow proper space for the icy conditions.

When we came to a busy interchange with motels on all 4 corners, Mom finally decided that it was foolish to try to go on and pulled off the highway. The first motel was full, but the second had one room available, and we decided that we had better take it. When we entered the room, we discovered that it was very small, with only one full-sized bed and one chair. (I wonder what my life would be like now if it had had 2 beds.)

Mom called Dad right away to let him know that we couldn’t make it home that night. She had quite a time getting the call through, but finally she was able to talk to him and explained the situation. Just before she hung up, she said in an exasperated way, “Of course we have separate rooms! Good night, John.” She looked at me as she put the receiver down, sort of blushed guiltily, and muttered, “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

We walked (and slid) over to the restaurant to eat supper. As we ate, we heard the workers talking about where they were going to sleep, since it was impossible for them to get home. The highway had been shut down completely by this time, and the parking lots were filled with cars, with people in them who could not get rooms. As we returned to the room, Mom hung onto my arm tightly on the treacherous sidewalk and breathed a sigh of relief when we finally got inside out of the still falling freezing rain and sleet.

It was still quite early, but we were both very tired. Of course, I had had practically no sleep the night before, and Mom was worn out from all the driving, especially the nerve-wracking miles on the icy highway. It was obvious that we both were ready to go to bed.

“I’ll get along OK in the chair, Mom,” I said gallantly, realizing that I could fall asleep standing up if necessary.

“Nonsense!” Mom said. “This bed is big enough for the two of us. After all I am your mother, you know.”

Let me take a moment here to describe my Mom, and then you will see why my heart leaped into my mouth when she spoke those words. She was only 20 when I was born, so that made her 38 at this time–to me, the age when a woman is at the very peak of her physical beauty and allure. (I like mature women, you see.) She stood about 5 feet 6 and weighed probably 140, just a tad on the plump side perhaps, but those 140 pounds were certainly well distributed. She had dark brown hair, which she wore in rather short curls, deep, dark brown eyes, an upturned nose on a rather round, dimpled face, and full red lips. I had always thought that her face was beautiful.

Her bosom was not huge, but it was very shapely, a little larger than average perhaps and, from what I could tell, very firm. She had beautifully shaped legs with unblemished skin, and I loved to see her in shorts. But probably her sexiest feature was her derriere–I mean, she had a helluva nice ass, saucily outthrust, gorgeously rounded–another inch would have been too much, but ah, hers was a perfect ass! I’m glad that she didn’t have eyes in the back of her head, because she would have constantly been catching me staring at that voluptuous rump in ardent admiration.

Being an introverted nerd, as I said, my previous sexual experience had all been vicarious, all fantasy. My cock had shot many gallons of cum during my adolescent years, though none of it had been able to hit the kind of target that nature had intended. In other words, I had been a master masturbator, and most of the time the subject (or object) of my masturbatory fantasies had been my beautiful Mom. I had tried to conceal my lust from her, of course, but Mom was a very perceptive person, and I had no idea how much she realized about my amorous inclinations.

Now back to the story. We were going to sleep in the same bed! As tired as I was, I felt my cock start to stiffen rapidly, and I had to sit down to conceal it. I opened my suitcase and got out my pajamas. But what was Mom going to sleep in? She had not expected an overnight stay and had only the clothes that she was wearing. She looked through my suitcase and finally selected an oversized sweatshirt of mine. It was very long and loose even on my six-foot frame, so it might work for a nightshirt.

Mom had me go into the bathroom to put on my pajamas first. When I returned, quickly sitting down on the bed to conceal my hard-on, she went into the bathroom. I could hear her tinkle into the toilet, which made my cock even harder. Then she was washing up and finally emerged wearing the big sweatshirt. It came about halfway down her thighs, so it covered the essentials, but its looseness couldn’t completely conceal the exciting curves of her delectable breasts. Ah, that old sweatshirt had never looked so good before.

We got into bed on opposite sides and Mom turned off the light. We said good night, and I lay there tensely, as far from Mom’s body as I could get on that far from spacious bed. My mind was whirling with incestuous thoughts and desires, but still I was dead tired, and before I knew it, I was sound asleep.

How long I slept I don’t know, probably at least a couple hours; then I lay for a while longer in a semi-conscious doze. But gradually the awareness sank into my tired brain that I was no longer on the far edge of the bed. Instead I was now turned toward my mother, and was, in fact, right up against her back. As full wakefulness finally hit me, I also became horribly aware that I had a monster hard-on–and that it was jutting out of the front opening of my pajamas and was tight against my mother’s soft ass!

I guess I should have quickly scooted back over to my own territory before Mom woke up, but I seemed paralyzed. Then, before I could act, I became aware that my mother was already awake. With this also came the realization that I was not way over on her side of the bed, but that we were both toward the middle, more on my side, if anything. At this point I decided that the best thing to do would be to pretend that I was still asleep. So that is what I did, staying right there tight up against Mom.

I was astounded at what began to happen next. I would have thought that my mother would have moved away from me when she realized our position, but instead she seemed to press even more tightly against me. She shifted her hips very slowly and gently, so that my cock, which had been poking one ass cheek was now pressing right into her crack. The sweatshirt had worked up to her waist. Then she was sliding her body up slightly so that my rod was slipping lower, lower, toward her crotch.

My God! What was this woman doing? Bit by bit she moved those fabulous hips around until my rock-hard monster was sticking right up between her thighs, pressed against her soft nether lips. It couldn’t get inside, however, because obviously she had her panties on. Still she pushed back so steadily that the fabric was pushed up inside her, and the tip of my cock was actually inside her outer cunt lips. She began to move just slightly, slowly pressing down against my cock and then away, a very sly, gentle fucking motion.

Oh, God! Was I going to lose it? My cock was starting to throb involuntarily. I knew that I would shoot my load if she kept this up very long. But I was praying that she wouldn’t stop.

Then all at once she stopped moving, lay still for a while, and then quietly moved completely away from my body. Oh, no, I thought, it’s over! She’s thought better of what she was doing, and I’ve lost my chance. But she was moving around stealthily over there on her edge of the bed. What was she doing? Could it be? Oh, God! Is she really?

Then she was sliding softly back toward me. Her round, soft ass was against me, her legs parted slightly, and my cock slid back into that same groove–and YES! YES, by God! It was true! Her ass and cunt were now completely bare! The panties were gone! I could feel her pussy hair, rather scratchy on my sensitive cock.

And now she moved her upper leg back over mine. She arched her back, moving her pussy more insistently against my cock. Then I felt her warm fingers on my stony prick, gently pressing it into those soft, moist folds of her cunt. The naked head of my cock was inside the hot naked cunt of my mother!

My excited cock gave a sudden throb of joy–and that was all I could take. I grabbed my mother’s hips and rammed my steely rod as hard as I could completely into that juicy pussy. She gave a startled “Oooooomph!” as I impaled her all the way to my balls, and she stiffened up in shock. I just kept holding her ass right against me with my cock at its deepest possible penetration.

Then I slightly withdrew and shoved my thing into her again. Mom relaxed from her shocked rigidity and pushed her ass back against me. Gradually we began fucking, at first slowly and awkwardly, but then we began to achieve a rhythm, slowly picking up in force and tempo. I got a hand up under the sweatshirt and for the first time since infancy grasped my mother’s big firm breast. God! It felt good, so smooth and spongy! I began squeezing and lightly pinching her nipples.

Then I slowly moved my hand down Mom’s humping belly and riffled through her rather coarse pussy hair. I found the front of her vaginal lips and began probing at where her clit should be. Mom immediately began fucking harder, and her breath started coming in gasps, faster and faster. Now she was moaning very softly, almost whining. Our hips were moving at a torrid pace now, my big cock pumping hard and fast into her hot womanly softness as that wonderful big ass kept plumping back into me.

And now she was panting and whining frantically, her pussy spasming around my thrusting cock. I knew that she was coming, and that did it for me. With a loud groan I let go, and my hot and happy cock began spurting its load deep into my mother’s climaxing cunt. She gave an actual scream as she hit her peak, and she stiffened up, her body shuddering violently. I rammed my cock to the depths and just held it there as it emptied into her, our hot, sweaty, quivering bodies tight against each other as our mutual orgasm swept over us. Nothing in my young life could anywhere come close to the ecstatic feeling of cumming inside my beautiful mother’s churning cunt.

After what seemed like a long time, we both seemed to relax at the same time, Mom heaving a great sigh and giving one last shudder. Throughout this entire episode, neither of us had said a word, and we did not speak now. I kept holding Mom’s hips, and she kept her ass back tight against me. From time to time, my cock could feel a little ripple run through Mom’s pussy. Again my fatigue crept over my senses, and I fell into a deep sleep, my prick not falling out of my mother’s cunt until after I was unconscious. “Wake up, sleepy head!” my mother’s cheery voice rang out. I opened my eyes to see her come through the motel room door, carrying a paper bag. “I’ve brought us some breakfast.”

A great surge of warmth shot through my body as I looked at her smiling face and remembered the pleasure we had enjoyed in the middle of the night. I was immediately relieved to see her cheerful countenance and to see that she was in very good spirits. Apparently she was not angry or disturbed by our passionate fuck.

I sat up on the edge of the bed as Mom opened the bag and took out two large containers of coffee and loaded the tiny table with an assortment of delicious-looking sweet rolls. “The restaurant was packed,” she said. “They let quite a few people stay there all night. It’s a good thing that they do their own baking or there wouldn’t have been anything left to eat.”

Mom sat in the chair and I sat on the bed as we enjoyed the delightful fresh baked goods and the hot coffee. I’ve never had a more delicious breakfast. “The highway is still closed, but they’re working on it now that the rain has finally stopped,” Mom reported. “They said that it would be about noon before it will be safe to travel. So we’ve got about 4 more hours to kill here.”

We continued to eat in silence. I was feeling rather embarrassed about the situation. Would Mom refer to it at all? Or would she pretend that it hadn’t happened. I noticed her glancing at me from time to time, but I had difficulty in meeting her eyes. Finally she broke the silence: “Honey, what we did last night…was…umm…a very…umm…naughty thing to do.” She was blushing and looking down into her coffee.

“Well…” I began, but couldn’t think of anything else to say. What I wanted to say was, “Maybe it was naughty, but it was a helluva lot of fun, Mom!”

At last Mom turned her big brown eyes directly upon me and asked softly, “Do you…umm…despise your wicked mother?”

“What!” Such an idea would never have occurred to me. “Despise you? My God, Mom! I–I love you more than ever! How could I ever despise you?”

Mom sort of giggled in a pleased but embarrassed way. “Well, that’s a relief. I didn’t know what you would think of me. After all, it was almost all my fault.”

“Mom, are you–I mean–do you regret very much that it happened?” I timidly asked.

“I don’t know what came over me,” Mom said. “I knew I shouldn’t do it, but I just couldn’t seem to stop myself.” Then she looked at me directly again and stared boldly into my eyes as she continued, “And I know that I should regret it–but I don’t. It was–oh, honey, I loved it!”

“Me too, Mom! God, that was the greatest thing that ever happened to me!”

Mom laughed again and started gathering up the remains of our breakfast. Then she turned and looked at me again, a strange questioning look on her face. Then she seemed to make up her mind and turned quickly to the door. She took the “DO NOT DISTURB” sign off the door knob, opened the door, and hung it on the outside knob. Then she closed the door and shot the dead bolt.

“Honey,” she said with a sort of shy half-smile, “why don’t you shave and brush your teeth? Don’t bother with a shower–yet. Then maybe we can go back to bed and…and get some more…umm…rest.” A big grin then spread her full lips, making her meaning perfectly clear.

I was into the bathroom in a flash. I quickly washed my face, brushed my teeth and shaved off my morning stubble. I left my pajama shirt off as I stepped back into the room.

Mom was sitting up in the bed, the sheets over her lower body–but her tits were completely uncovered. Oh, God, did they look lovely! And the smile on her face was so beautiful that my heart was doing flip-flops. “Are you ready to…umm…rest with me, honey?” she murmured softly. (From that point, this expression became a sort of code word for us. Right in front of everyone, Mom would invite me to fuck her by saying, “Honey, don’t you think you need a little rest?”)

“Yeah, M-M-Mom,” I stammered. (God! I Never stammered!)

“You’d better bring a towel,” she said. “We don’t want to mess up the bed any more than we already have.” Oh, wow!

I stepped back into the bathroom and got a big bath towel. As I approached the bed, Mom slowly and deliberately drew back the covers for me, and then kept drawing them back as her gorgeous nude body was exposed to my view. She took the towel, folded it once, hoisted up her hips and placed the towel under her ass. Oh, God! What a sight! I had had many fantasies about seeing Mom completely naked, and I had seen most of her body before, but no imagination or half glimpses could possibly equal a fraction of the wonder of seeing that fantastic womanly figure wholly nude for the first time.

Ah, those gorgeous full breasts, so firm and perky, with the hard pinkish- brown nipples standing out from their large circular areolae! Those smooth and shapely full thighs, slightly spread apart! That slightly rounded, smooth belly, with its cute little navel, curving down to the mound at that exciting vee! That luxuriant patch of crispy dark brown pussy hair! And those swollen, puffy lips peeping through the foliage! Put them all together and you have a picture which was by far the most fantastically thrilling that I had ever seen! And to think that my lucky, lucky cock had actually been inside that most precious of all pussies–and apparently was about to enjoy that tremendous privilege again!

This vision of Mom’s lovely, lovely body was just so overwhelming to me that I felt like kneeling in adoration. And I did just that, in a way. I was on my knees above her, and I just had to stoop and kiss those firm breasts, those rosy nipples. And then I couldn’t stop kissing. Mom held my head gently as I worked my way down her body, kissing, kissing, even licking, as I moved down her smooth belly, sticking my tongue into her navel. Then my nose was in her pussy hair, reveling in its tickling. Mom spread her wonderful thighs willingly so that I could lower my head into her crotch and kiss that dear coveted cunt.

I kissed sloppily on the already damp lips, then thrust out my tongue and began licking. I gently pulled open the lips with my fingers and began to lick inside. I poked my stiffened tongue as far into her love passage as I could and then began to probe for her clitoris. When I found it and took it between my lips, sucking lightly, Mom began to moan and pant, and her belly began to hump slightly. I really went to work then, using the skills that I had learned from Jennifer, alternately thrusting my tongue deep and licking and sucking at her clit. Mom began to really buck then, and I had to hold her ass tightly to keep my face in her very active crotch. I knew that Mom was loving this, and it really exhilarated me to think that I could give this wonderful dear woman such a delightful time.

Finally Mom gave a real screech and grabbed my head hard, forcing me to hold still. I knew that the sensations had become just too intense for her to bear any more stimulation, so I just stuck my tongue deep into her cunt and held her shuddering hips, feeling the quivering and grasping of her vaginal walls as she soared through a mighty orgasm. For a long time she hung there, panting, “Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!” Then at last she heaved a great sigh and let her ass sink down into the mattress. I raised my head and looked at her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, gulping air, and her lovely face was flushed with emotion and physical sensation.

I shucked off my pajama bottoms and moved up to lie beside Mom, caressing her body from crotch to breasts. Finally she opened her eyes, seeming to have a bit of trouble focusing them. Then she gave a beautiful big smile and murmured in a thick voice, “Oh, honey, honey, honey! Oooohh, did you ever make your dear old Mommy feel goooooooddd! Oh, God!”

“Mom, I’d like to make you feel good all the time. You deserve it. Oh, I love you, Mom!”

Mom reached up to put her arms around my neck and pulled my head down to hers. “And I love you, my darling, darling boy!” she sighed as she pressed her lips to mine. Our kiss quickly developed into a very deep, wet one and went on and on.

My cock was on the point of bursting. I don’t think that it had ever been so big or so hard. I had my finger in Mom’s pussy, gently probing the wet, wet interior. Now was the time, I knew, to get that hard cock back into its favorite place, back into my mother’s hot love hole.

I rolled over on top of Mom and got my knees between her thighs. She spread herself wider to accommodate me. My cock was feeling the delightful irritation of her crispy cunt hairs on my sensitive head. Then it was rubbing up and down the engorged wet lips. Mom reached down and took hold of my happy rod and guided it right inside. I pushed and pulled gently until it was completely buried inside her, way up into her belly.

I lay forward on her body, feeling her soft tits against my chest, my chest hair tickling her nipples. I put my open mouth back upon Mom’s welcoming lips and our tongues began to play. For some time I just lay there rejoicing in the feeling of her pussy’s grip upon my throbbing cock. I knew that I was filling her full, and I was proud that I had the equipment to do so, and I was proud that I had such a beautiful mother, and most of all I was proud that she loved me enough to welcome my cock into her most secret place. Never have I known greater bliss. Ah, I was in heaven!

Mom gave a little hump with her ass, as if to say,”Come on, big boy! Let’s fuck!” I didn’t need any more urging. I began to fuck my mother very slowly and deliberately, pulling way out and then sinking all the way in, feeling every inch of the journey each way. Ah, what a feeling! For a long time I kept up this slow, sensual pace, just pleasuring us delightfully, making it last as long as possible. Our deep kissing was continuous, and our faces were very wet. I had one hand under Mom’s hips, grasping a big soft, firm ass cheek. With the other hand I caressed her tits, playing with the nipples, squeezing and pinching them. Mom’s hands ran up and down my ass and sometimes reached down between us to play with my balls. Ah, were we ever rejoicing in the utter debauchery of our incestuous pleasure!

Of course, eventually the sensations became just too much to hold back. Mom started it first, urging me with her hips to fuck faster and harder. Slowly we increased the tempo as Mom jerked her ass up to meet my thrusts. I began to ram into her harder, and we both started breathing more heavily into each other’s mouth as our deep kissing continued. Mom began to sort of hum and to give a little grunt at each thrust. She wrapped her legs around me and began to pull me harder into her. I ran my hand up and down her ass crack and then began to rub her anus. Finally I poked a finger inside her asshole, and she squirmed that big round ass around in her excitement, in a screwing motion.

We were soon in a very rapid and forceful rhythm, fucking with passion. I was really pounding it to Mom now. She was giving back as much as she was getting, bucking and humping under me, yanking that pussy right back up there for each new stroke. She was moaning and whining constantly now, and soon she had my mouth, still on hers, humming and grunting too. There was a squishing sound on each thrust now because of all the lubrication in her pussy, and sometimes there was a smack as our bellies came together.

Then Mom’s whining soared up to a higher pitch, a frantic wail as her orgasm began its flight. My cock was as hot as her pussy, and I could feel the tingling heat start to spread out through my groin and then throughout my body. I gave a roar and my overjoyed prick just boiled over, spurting another load of hot cum into my mother’s plunging pussy. At this, Mom’s ass just went wild, leaping at an incredible speed as her whine filled the room. Then she stiffened up completely except for her violent shuddering. I rammed my cock to the absolute depths and held it there as it spewed out its hot seed into her torrid creamy love channel. Waves of pure ecstasy swept through me, and Mom’s fierce shaking told me that she was feeling just as terrific as I was. We hung there for long moments while our climaxes controlled us completely. Ah, what a fantastic feeling, even better than the night before–because this time I knew that Mom really wanted this and had, wide awake, deliberately chosen me as her fucking partner!

Finally came the last dribble from my cock deep inside her, and her pussy muscles’ grasping and churning around it gradually subsided. Mom suddenly relaxed her body, and her ass sank back into the mattress, as I also let myself settle down upon her. For several minutes we just lay that way as we recovered control of our breathing. I withdrew my cock with a little “plop” from her overflowing pussy and lay beside her again, gently caressing her sweaty body. She took hold of my semi-hard cock and petted and squeezed it as we lay there.

Finally we began talking. First we tried to express the tremendous love that we felt for each other, multiplied now by our sexual union. I was amazed that she seemed to be in love with me as passionately as I was with her. She let me know that she had long been aware of my lust for her. At first it had alarmed her; then she began to tolerate it; then she began to feel proud of having inspired such feelings in a young man; and finally she had begun to have similar feelings for me, which she first tried to suppress, but eventually learned to relax and enjoy. She hadn’t planned to try anything risque when we went to bed, but when she woke and found our bodies together, she at first thought that she would just enjoy the closeness, but then found that she had to have more. She had been afraid that I might feel some revulsion, but she decided to risk it.

She had found my cunt licking absolutely mind blowing. Dad had done that to her sometimes in the early years of their marriage, but for a long time now, the marital lovemaking had been mostly routine and uninspired, perhaps as much her fault as his, she thought. But even at its best, it had not overwhelmed her the way our sexual activity had. Never had she felt so thoroughly sucked and fucked in such a thrilling way. The fact that we were mother and son perhaps had something to do with it, adding the thrill of the forbidden. But even without that, this would have been by far the best sex she had ever had. I didn’t tell her, but although Jennifer’s lovemaking had been great, she couldn’t hold a candle to Mom.

As we talked and fondled each other, my cock again became as hard as ever in Mom’s hand. She raised her head and stared at it. “God, it’s beautiful, honey!” she breathed. “It looks almost half again as big as your father’s.” She sat up and leaned forward to get a better look at my equipment. Then she said, “You gave me such great oral sex, I think I should return the favor. It’s been years since I sucked a cock, but I used to be pretty good. Do you mind if I try?”

“Do I mind? Do I MIND! Now that you’ve made the offer, I’ll go OUT of my mind if you don’t do it, Mom!”

Mom swiveled around on the bed and lowered her lovely head over my rigid cock. She began kissing it lightly with little butterfly kisses, then licked off the pre-cum drops. She held my shaft with one hand and began playing with my balls with the other as she opened her lips and slid her mouth down over the head of my cock. Oh, God! What a sight! And what a sensation! Jennifer had sucked my cock a number of times, and she was good. But this was my Mom! This was my dear, beautiful, wonderful Mom, whom I had been in love with since I had first begun learning what sex was! Mom licked and sucked my cock like a popsicle. She didn’t try to deepthroat me or anything like that (which I think is dumb anyway), but she had all of me in her mouth that was necessary, and the way she swirled her tongue around the sensitive ring filled me with such an overpowering sensation that I knew I couldn’t last long.

I began to pant and move my hips with Mom’s sucking. She now began stroking my cock with her hand and squeezing my balls with the other. I watched her beautiful head bobbing up and down as she sucked eagerly, putting plenty of pressure on my fiery hot prick. God, she was still good at sucking cock! As I began to groan with pleasure, striving to keep from cumming so that it would last longer, Mom shifted around a bit so that she could see my face. She stared at me with her big brown eyes as she sucked and jacked on my cock. I could see laughter in her eyes and knew that she was getting a lot of pleasure out of giving me so much, just as I had felt when I was licking her cunt.

The waves of pleasure kept building and building, spreading out from the roots of my cock and balls, through my belly and thighs, sweeping over my whole body and almost lifting me out of my mind. At last I just couldn’t take any more. “Mom!” I rasped hoarsely, “I’m going to cum! Look out!” Mom just sucked and stroked harder and faster than ever, keeping those lovely eyes intently on my face, which I knew must be screwing up with the intensity of my ecstasy. Then my big rod was pulsing and jerking, shooting out another big load of cum–right into my mother’s eager mouth! She kept right on sucking, and I could hear her audibly swallowing my fuck juices down. Oh, God, what a cum! Each orgasm with Mom seemed to be hotter than the one before. Gob after gob of hot cum spurted into Mom’s mouth and down her throat. She swallowed it all.

At last my load was spent, and my cock stopped its pulsing. Mom just held it in her warm mouth as it began to lose some of its huge size. Then she sucked and licked it off carefully, cleaning it with her tongue and lips. Finally she crawled up and lay down beside me again, kissing me on the lips and giving me a whiff of my own cum, and saying, “Hey, lover boy, you’ve got delicious stuff in that big dick of yours! I think I could really develop a taste for that.”

I laughed and said, “It’s all yours, Mom. Anytime you want it.”

We lay still for a while, and I think I dozed off for a bit. Mom woke me up by getting out of bed and looking outside through the drapes. I stared at her gorgeous ass as she stood before the window. Oh, man, what an ass! In seconds my cock was as stiff as a steel bar again. “The sun’s shining,” she said. “We’ve only got about an hour left before checkout time, and we should be able to go home then.”

“I just want to stay here forever and fuck and suck with you, Mom,” I said.

Mom laughed as she came back to the bed. Then she saw my giant erection sticking straight up. “My God!” she exclaimed. “That enormous thing looks ready for action again! Don’t you ever run out of steam?”

“Not with stimulation like seeing that fantastic bare ass of yours,” I replied. “You did say we had an hour, didn’t you?”

“Yep,” Mom said with a flirtatious grin as she wrapped her hand around my stiff prick again. “I guess we can’t waste that.”

This time she climbed onto the bed and straddled my thighs, her hairy mound poised right above my rod. “Just leave it to me for this one, honey,” she said. “Relax and let me give you a good woman superior fuck.”

“If any woman could give a superior fuck, it would be you, Mom,” I grinned.

She held my cock and stroked it for a minute. Then she lowered her cunt a little and used my tool like a dildo, rubbing her pussy lips with it, then opening up her lips and using just the tip of my cock to stimulate her clit. I could see from her facial expression that this was quickly getting to her. She closed her eyes and squeezed her lips shut. A shudder ran through her body, but she kept on rubbing me against her most sensitive spot until I could tell that she was on the verge of cumming. Her face was now in a fierce grimace, almost as if she were in pain, but I knew that it was a most delicious pain. Finally she stopped and paused, trembling a bit. Then she slowly lowered herself onto my cock, pressing down firmly as my full length penetrated inch by inch to the depths of her love hole.

Then she began a slow fucking rhythm, lifting herself up and lowering her crotch to mine, her firm breasts bouncing slightly above me. I couldn’t resist getting both hands on her lovely big tits and kneading them lovingly. Mom’s eyes were shining now, shining with love and pleasure as she fucked her only son. Then she leaned forward, letting her white, hard-nippled globes rest on my chest. She put her open mouth on mine to begin that delicious deep kissing that added so much to our loving… I got my hands on her smooth round ass cheeks and pulled her down more firmly on her downstrokes. Bit by bit we speeded up the tempo, and I could no longer remain passive. I began to buck my cock up to meet her descending pussy.

Soon we were in full-fuck mode, slam bang style. Mom was moaning again and I was groaning into our open-mouthed kisses as her ass rose and fell at a rapid pace. I loved feeling the flexing of her thigh and rump muscles as she moved that wonderful ass faster and faster, harder and harder. As many times as I had already cum, I felt the sap rising again, filling my groin with those hot, tingling, stinging pangs that presaged another big O. Mom’s high-pitched pre-orgasm whine was also in full operation now. I began lifting her ass up and plumping it down firmly on my cock, as if she weren’t already doing it with enough force without my help. Then I was shooting up into her again, spurt after spurt of hot cum, and she was writhing and screwing in the ecstasy of her own climax.

Then she was stiff and shuddering again as we both were overcome by the powerful sensations of beautifully timed sex. After a long time she slumped down upon me with her full weight, squeezing the air out of my lungs–but damn, it felt good. She lay like that panting with me until we finally got our breath back. Then she tenderly kissed me again, murmuring, “Oh, my lovely son, I love you so much! This has been the happiest day of my life!”

I assured Mom avidly that I felt the same way and we kissed gently and talked sweet love words for some time. At last Mom said, “Well, we’ve got to get up and face the real world. We’ll just have time to shower and get our clothes on–that is, we’ll have time if we shower together and sort of…umm…help each other.”

She lifted herself off me, making that characteristic little “plop” as my still partially hard cock popped free from her juicy vagina. She slipped off the bed and headed for the bathroom, and I was right on her heels, staring at the sexy motions of that gorgeous dimpled ass. We did shower together, soaping each other up and lovingly washing each other’s private parts. Naturally my cock was at full mast again in no time, much to Mom’s pleased surprise. “But damn it, no, honey. This time we’ve really got to go–not to cum, that is.”

In a short time we were on the road home. The highway had been liberally salted, and the sun had done its job, so the driving was now safe, and traffic was moving well. I was driving this time, and Mom was sitting as close to me as she could, her hand on my thigh, sometimes poking playfully at my cock, which was tight against the straining fabric of my pants. She wouldn’t let me play with her legs or crotch for safety reasons, but I did persuade her to pull her skirt way up so that I could see her full thighs and panties. Finally she hefted herself up and slid her panties off so that I could see her bare pussy. When we were passing big trucks, she pulled her skirt primly down, but I managed to drive in such a way that this didn’t happen very often.

When we got home, it was only mid afternoon. Mom called Dad at work and talked to him for a few minutes to let him know that we had arrived safely. She put the phone down and told me that Dad had not been able to go to work until almost noontime, so he had to stay late to get some important things done. “Isn’t that a pity?” she said in mock disappointment.

“Awwww!” I exclaimed in pity-party fashion. “That’s really a shame…And speaking of shame, let’s go fuck, Mom!”

“Down, boy!” Mom laughingly chided me. “I’m starved. We haven’t eaten since breakfast. Let’s get some lunch–then we’ll go fuck.”

“Well, OK, Mom, but only if you take off your clothes and fix lunch nude.”

“Oh? Do you think you can make me?”

“Well, I’ve MADE you several times already today. I don’t see why I can’t do it again.”

Mom laughed gaily as she let me strip off all her clothes, but she insisted on wearing an apron in case she splashed something hot on herself. She put on a pair of high-heeled slippers with little pompoms on the toes. Then we went toward the kitchen. She wouldn’t let me through the door until I took off my clothes as well. I helped her fix something for lunch–I don’t remember what, and probably hardly knew what it was at the time. I was too distracted by the sight of my beautiful mother, wearing only a small apron, leaving that delectable derriere and her luscious tits bare. Several times I came up behind her and hugged her as she worked and let my cock probe into her crotch.

When lunch was ready to eat, I sat down and expected Mom to sit down across from me or beside me. Instead she put both plates in front of me on the table. Then she stripped off the apron, pushed me back in my chair, took hold of my cock, straddled my thighs facing me, and eased her pussy right down onto my big hard-on. And there we sat as we ate, firmly joined in the most delightful way. Part of the time we fed each other, and much of our dining was on each other’s lips and tongue. I’ve never enjoyed a lunch more.

After that it was off to my room for another fuck, a nap, and believe it or not, another fuck before Mom had to get up and prepare supper before Dad got home. What a day!

And what a month! I had a whole month off before the next quarter started, and Dad took only a few days off for the Christmas and New Year’s holidays. So Mom and I had each other several times a day throughout that whole wonderful vacation. I have no idea how many times we fucked and sucked and licked. And even when Dad was home, we were constantly fondling each other obscenely when he wasn’t in the same room. And we never for a moment got tired of our fantastic sexual adventures. In fact, our love grew and became as firm a bond as is possible in this world. Mothers and sons already have a very strong natural love–then if you add willing and satisfying sex to that tie, there is absolutely no other kind of love and no other kind of sex that can equal it.

Naturally I hated to go back to college, but I went. During the quarter Mom came up with a scheme that allowed us to get together for one wonderful night. We made up some kind of program that I,supposedly, was to be part of, and she, of course, wanted to attend it. She made sure that it was on a week day, because Dad would never take a day off from work unless it was a dire emergency. She told him that it was an evening program, and she didn’t want to make the 4-hour drive home at night, so she would stay in a motel and come home the next day. As soon as he was out of the house to go to work on the day of the “program,” she was on her way, arriving before noon. We spent the rest of that day, all night, and until noon of the following day mostly in her motel room, fucking away like crazy, making up for lost time. Nobody would believe how many times we came during that 24-hour period.

Well, all this was a few years back. I am now 26 and Mom is 46. I graduated with honors and had many excellent job offers. I turned down some of the best of them to take a good job in my home town. You can guess why. My career is going very well, and I have a beautiful home of my own on a large lot. Of course, Mom was very helpful in furnishing and decorating my house, and she had to spend many hours there getting things organized. The main thing that we organized was a schedule so that we could be together as much as possible for fucking. We managed very well, and I am pleased to report that we still have sex several times every week. We are still madly in love with each other, a very devoted mother and son. Mom is still as lovely as ever, and I can’t see our relationship changing any time soon. My life is supremely happy because of the deep love of the most beautiful, the finest, the sexiest woman in the world–my Mom.

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