A mother and son’s love blossoms
Once more into the breach dear friends, once more. I bring you another tale of incestuous love between a mother and her son for your reading pleasure. I hope you enjoy it, and as always, comments, both good and bad are welcome.
February 1968
“Dust to dust, ashes to ashes…”
Mark Turner tuned out the preacher as he stood at the gravesite, a steady drizzle of rain turning everything wet. His mother, Lauren Turner, sobbed quietly next to him as his father’s remains were slowly lowered into the rectangular hole. Placing an arm around her shoulders he watched with misty eyes as the coffin dipped out of sight while the police honor guard gave a final salute to one of their fallen comrades. His arm pulled his mother even closer, protectively, acutely aware that at the ripe old age of sixteen he was now the man of the house, and as such was charged with the responsibility of taking care of his thirty-eight-year-old mother. A responsibility that he had every intention of fulfilling.
June 1973
Amy Fowler was growing frustrated as she sucked on Mark’s cock with nothing to show for her efforts. She’d been at it for nearly ten minutes before she finally looked up at his face and saw his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Twisting in the bed she crawled up and lay next to him.
“Still thinking about what to do about your Mom?” she asked, her fingers caressing the dense hair on his chest.
Turning to look at her, he replied, “Yeah.”
“She’ll come around sweety,” Amy said, something she’d told him more than once lately.
“It’s been five years, and I’ve only been able to get her to date twice, so I seriously doubt it,” he proclaimed.
“She just needs to find her own way, and you worrying about whether or not she will ever take the next step isn’t good for her or you. So why don’t you stop thinking about her and start thinking about getting hard so I can ride that big cock of yours.”
Mark knew she was right. Instead of feeling depressed he should be concentrating on the here and now. Slipping an arm under her he pulled her on top of him, feeling her large tits mash against his chest as her thighs spread and hugged his hips. When she sat up he reached out and palmed her huge melons, the globes still fairly firm for her age. At forty-six, and slightly chubby, although he preferred to think of her as cushiony, she was still a hot piece of ass. His cock seemed to think so too as it started to grow the more he fondled her breasts.
“Mmm, that’s more like it,” Amy cooed as she felt his cock stiffen against her crotch.
It always pleased her when his youthful cock hardened for her. Reaching down and between them she positioned him so she could maneuver enough to sink down on his rigid pole.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” she managed to croak out as she slowly lowered herself. Inch after inch slid into her sodden cunt until she had all seven and a half inches buried in her hungry pussy.
It never failed to amazed him how sloppy wet her cunt would get when she was turned on, not to mention how well she could use her inner muscles to coax huge loads out of him. They had been seeing each other for nearly a year, strictly as fuck buddies, and neither of them grew tired of the other. Each romp in the hay was always exciting, and oh so pleasurable. A groan escaped his lips as she started to slowly ride up and down on his rock-hard cock. Placing his hands on her hips he allowed her to set the pace, something she always insisted on. She loved being in control, and he just loved to fuck. It didn’t take long before she was speeding up, her plump round ass bouncing off his thighs with a slap, slap, slap, of flesh on flesh. Gazing down he watched his cock going in and out of her, her inner labia clinging to his glistening shaft with each upward thrust of her hips.
“Oh yeah…that’s it…um fuck,” she repeated over and over as her movements started to become erratic.
“Yeah baby, get you some of that cock,” he encouraged, knowing she was about to climax.
His words sparked something animalistic in her. Harder and harder she pounded down on his thick hard prick as the waves of pleasure built in both of them. Sweat covered her tits as she drove them both to the edge and beyond. With one final downward lunge her cunt muscles clamped around his cock, and her eyes rolled back in her head.
“AAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH SHIT!” she screamed her release.
All he could do was grunt as he shot his load deep into her quivering quim, her pussy contracting endlessly around his shaft as she milked him dry. With a final shudder Amy fell softly forward, her sweaty breasts mashing flat against his chest.
“You know, all your mom needs is to get laid,” she whispered once she caught her breath.
Laughing he replied, “Well that’s all well and good, but until she starts meeting new men I’m afraid that’s not gonna happen.”
“You could do it,” she suggested.
Shocked, he pulled his head back until he could look into her eyes. “Are you really suggesting I have sex with my own Mother?”
“That’s exactly what I’m suggesting,” she replied as she sat up, his semi-hard cock still buried snugly in her soaked pussy.
“That’s…disgusting,” he choked out, his cock twitching slightly.
“Is it? Think about it. Your Mom is still very attractive, and at her sexual prime. I bet she’d be dynamite in the sack.”
“Even so, what you’re telling me to do is sick. She’s my Mother for God’s sake,” he exclaimed.
Amy stared down at him for several seconds before saying, “Did I ever tell you about my son?”
“You have a son?” Shaun asked, his surprise evident on his face.
Amy’s face clouded over briefly before she said, “Had. He passed a couple years ago in a car wreck. After that is when I packed up and moved here.”
Reaching a hand up he stroked the side of her face and whispered, “I’m sorry, I had no idea.”
Capturing his hand with hers she said, “Thanks. But the reason I brought him up is to let you know that him and I were intimate. As intimate as you and I are. And not once did either of us think it was sick.”
Once the shock wore off he managed to say, “Wow…um…how did that happen?”
“A few months after my husband left us, Shaun, my son, crawled into bed with me because I’d been crying myself to sleep. I knew he just wanted to comfort me, but somehow things got out of control and before we knew it we were making love. It was beautiful. He was everything my husband hadn’t been, caring, comforting, and most importantly, loving. Not to mention that kid could go at it all night long,” she sighed.
As she finished talking Mark was surprised to find his cock had returned to full mast. The gleam in her eyes told him that she was well aware of it too. Without a word he pushed her off to the side, an audible sucking noise echoed off the walls as his cock slide from her sopping cunt.
“I want to fuck you doggystyle,” he growled as he clambered to his knees.
A smile played on her lips as she positioned herself on all fours, then let her chest settle on the bed leaving her thick ass sticking up in the air. The smile grew when she felt him position himself behind her, the swollen head of his cock just touching the entrance to her dripping pussy.
“OHHH SHIT!” she screamed in ecstasy as he slammed his thick hard cock all the way in with one huge lunge.
Mark loved fucking her this way. The way her meaty cheeks rippled with each forward thrust never stopped amazing him. With each new thrust he delighted at the sight before him.
Just as her son was pummeling his hips against Amy’s prodigious ass, Lauren Turner was sitting in the front room, a glass of red wine in her hand, reminiscing about the past five years. It never failed to fill her with both sorrow and love. Sorrow for the loss of her husband, and love for how her son had taken charge after the funeral. When they had returned to the small two-bedroom bungalow after the service he had announced that he was going to quit school and get a job so he could take care of her. Somehow she had managed to get him to promise to graduate first, but that hadn’t stopped him from going out and getting a weekend job. She still remembered the pride on his face as he handed over his first paycheck and told her to use it for whatever they needed. A tear slowly rolled down her cheek, even as she smiled at the memory.
Mark was close, he could feel it in his balls each time they swung forward against Amy’s sensitive clit. With his hands gripping her fleshy hips he closed his eyes and hammered into her with all his might. Each thrust brought a squeal to her lips and a grunt from him. Just before he exploded Amy reached the pinnacle of her climax.
“AAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH FUUUCCCCCKKKKKK!” she yelled as her pussy convulsed around the thick invading tube of flesh mercilessly battering her very depths.
Her yell caused Mark to gaze down at the rippling ass, and as if in a dream, just for the briefest moment, he saw not Amy taking his glistening cock but his mother receiving his mighty thrusts. The vision was enough to shake him to his very core, but also enough to produce the greatest orgasm of his young life.
“OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!” he screamed with each jet of cum that shot up into Amy’s clasping cunt.
Exhausted, Amy collapsed on the bed with Mark on top of her, his still twitching cock buried in her flooded pussy. They lay this way for some time, both fighting hard to regain their breath.
Once she could speak Amy managed to mutter, “Damn that was good!”
Mark’s reply was just as weak. “Yes it was.”
It was nearing ten-thirty by the time they said their goodbyes and Mark had driven the short distance to his home. He parked the old Ford pickup that he inherited from his father behind his mother’s Buick at the curb, then walked the short distance to the front door. There were no lights on in the house, so he tried to be as quiet as possible when he entered. He figured his mom had already gone to bed and didn’t want to wake her. To his surprise though, once his eyes adjusted to the dimness, he spotted her stretched out on the couch sound asleep.
Going into the kitchen he turned on the light above the stove which cast just enough light into the front room to see clearly without being overly bright. Retracing his steps he returned and headed over toward where she lay. He planned on waking her, but when his eyes saw how she was sprawled out he stopped dead in his tracks. Her hands rested on her stomach, but lower, one leg had slipped off the couch while the one against the back of it was raised and bent at the knee. This had caused the hem of her dress to ride up and expose her pubic region, allowing him a clear view of her mound. Unfortunately for him she was only wearing flesh-toned pantyhose with no panties underneath, her lush dark triangle of pubic hair clearly visible to his astonished gaze. Instantly his cock began to swell. Disgusted that he’d get hard while looking at his mother he returned to the relative safety of the kitchen.
Once there he got a glass of water and pondered what to do next. He knew he couldn’t leave her there; she’d be stiff for days if he did. But if he woke her up she might notice how exposed she was and think that maybe he had taken some sort of liberties with her. He dismissed that idea as fast as he’d thought it. He knew she wouldn’t think something like that. Would she?
“Oh stop being a wuss, and go wake her up,” he chided himself.
Just as he was making up his mind about what to do he heard her stirring. Breathing a sigh of relief he headed back into the front room. By the time he got there she was sitting on the couch, her hazel eyes watching him approach.
“Guess I fell asleep,” she said, her voice sounding a little dry.
“Hard day in Black Rock?” he chuckled as he sat next to her.
“Just long is all. We had staff meetings that ran a little longer than expected,” she sighed.
Her job as secretary to the principal of the high school was one she’d had for the past sixteen years, and though she loved it, there were times she wished she’d gone into another career.
“You want something to eat? I make a mean fried egg sandwich,” he told her.
“That’s sweet dear, but we had pizza delivered at the school. I think I’ll just turn in instead,” she replied, then stood and headed toward the hall to the bedrooms.
Mark watched her go, his eyes slowly lowering until they settled on her hips as they swayed back and forth. His first thought was how nice her ass looked; his second thought was to reprimand himself for being such a pervert. As she disappeared he turned and leaned back into the couch, absently rearranging his semi-hard cock to a more comfortable position in his jeans. When he realized what he was doing he chastised himself once more, then stood and headed toward his own bedroom. The marathon fuck session with Amy caught up to him as soon as his head hit the pillow.
The following morning he woke at his usual time of 6am, slipped on his bathrobe and headed to the kitchen where the smell of breakfast cooking filled the air. His mother was in front of the stove scrambling some eggs dressed as usual in her dark blue sleeveless cotton shift that buttoned down the front. Like every morning he slipped behind her and leaned down to peck her on the cheek. Unlike previous occasions however, this time he placed one hand on her hip, used the other to brush her hair out of the way and softly kissed the side of her neck. He felt her stiffen as soon as his lips touched her skin.
Lauren felt a shiver run up her spine when her son’s kiss landed on her neck. A feeling she hadn’t felt in five long years. Her husband used to do that to her, and it always made her pussy tingle. What she found disconcerting was her son’s touch had the same effect. She breathed a sigh of relief when he said good morning and then backed away. As she placed the food on the table she was sure he could see the blush on her face. They ate in silence for a bit, each seemingly lost in their own thoughts.
Finally speaking, Mark asked, “Have any plans for tonight?”
Without looking at him she replied, “No, why?”
“Well, it’s Friday, not to mention payday, and I was wondering if I could take my favorite girl out to dinner and a movie,” he answered, his eyes rising to look across the table.
“That would be nice. So who’s your favorite girl this week?” she joked.
Without skipping a beat he said, “I was thinking Ms. Richmond from down the block. I hear she’s always looking for a good time.”
Pouting she whined, “All this time I thought I was your favorite, now the truth comes out.”
Laughing he took his empty plate and as he passed by her chair he leaned over and kissed her on the top of the head. Once he placed his dishes in the sink he returned and leaned down and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
“You have always been my favorite girl Mom, and always will be,” he whispered into her ear.
“I’m going to hold you to that,” she chuckled as she watched him head to his room to get ready for work.
Once he left she sat quietly sipping her coffee and thought about her reaction to his kiss on the neck. He had never done that before, so she doubted he knew that it was something her late husband used to do to get her juices flowing. What puzzled her was the reaction she had to her son doing it. It was as if her body responded to his kiss just the same as it did with her husband. Shaking her head she finished her cup and went to get ready for the work day.
Mark pulled into the Les Schwab Tire Center exactly ten minutes before it opened; something he’d been doing since he first started working there five years ago. He had been lucky when he asked the manager for a job so long ago. Turned out that the manager, Bill Martin, was close friends with his dad. At first Bill was hesitant to hire a sixteen-year-old, even if it was just part time, but knowing Marks father had died while protecting their community swayed his better judgement. Mark worked weekends cleaning up, and any other odd job that needed doing, until he turned eighteen. Bill then offered him a training position that would turn into a fulltime job if things worked out. It was one of the best choices he could’ve made he later confided to Mark’s mother on their one and only date.
Just as her son was walking into the tire shop, Lauren was standing in front of the full-length mirror on her door slowly unbuttoning her shift. Once she was naked she ran her eyes up and down her body. The reflection staring back at her showed a woman who stood five foot six inches tall and weighed just a shade under one-thirty. Soft, thick black hair hung down to just past her shoulders, usually worn in a ponytail. Further examination revealed small b-cup breasts that hung proudly on her chest with brownish areolas the size of quarters, the nipples in the center decent sized. A flat tummy and slim waist gave way to flared hips and long, toned legs. Sitting between the upper thighs was a triangle of black pubes that contrasted nicely with the creamy white skin around it. Not bad, she thought to herself as she gazed at her reflection. Running a hand through her pubic hair she allowed the tip of her middle finger to drag across her clitoris briefly, savoring the exquisite tingle that shot through her. A quick glance at her bedside clock told her that she needed to stop daydreaming and get ready for work.
Mark arrived home about thirty minutes before his mom was due. Usually he got home closer to an hour before her but having to stop at the bank to deposit his paycheck and keep out enough money for their date had eaten up some time. Having only one bathroom caused problems sometimes and wanting to be ready before she got home he quickly showered and changed into a pale denim shirt and his favorite button-fly Levi’s.
Lauren walked through the front door a few minutes later and saw her son sitting on the couch already dressed for their night on the town. Her heart swelled with pride knowing that he had grown up to be such a responsible young man. So much like his father, she thought to herself.
“Hey honey, how was your day?” she asked as she placed her purse on the coffee table.
“It was Tire…some,” he replied with a grin.
“Clever,” she chuckled, even though he’d used that pun before.
“Yeah, I know. I need to come up with something new huh?” he responded.
“While you think about it, I’ll go get ready. Don’t want to miss the beginning of the movie,” she said, then headed toward her bedroom.
After she left Mark thought of something he needed to ask her, so he walked down to her room and found her door partly open. Without thinking he pushed the door open and stepped inside.
“Mom, I was wondering which movie you want…” his voice trailing off as he stared at the vision before him.
Lauren had just let her dress fall to the floor when she was startled by his entrance into her room. Spinning around to face him she stuttered out a squawk of surprise.
“God, I’m sorry, Mom,” he stammered out before making a hasty retreat back to the front room, leaving her standing there staring at the open door.
Shakely he sat back down on the couch; the image of her near nude body burned deeply into the recesses of his mind. He replayed what he had seen. She had been standing there wearing only a frilly cupped white bra and her flesh-colored pantyhose. He hadn’t been able to see much of her breast, just the smooth white skin above her bra, but below he once again saw she wore no panties, leaving her pubic hair on full display. The stirring of his cock filled him with disgust but did not stop him from reliving the scene over and over in his head. The sound of the shower starting snapped him out of his reverie and by the time the shower stopped he had his cock under control. Once she appeared he jumped to his feet and began to stammer another apology, but she stopped him.
“Don’t worry about it sweetie, it was my fault for not shutting the door all the way. So, shall we head out?”
Weakly he replied, “Sure.”
Being a small town didn’t afford very many options for dining out, so they settled for Dottie’s Fine Dining. While they were checking out the menus a shadow fell across the table. When they looked up Lauren smiled warmly, while Mark almost had a stroke. Standing there was Amy Fowler, a huge smile plastered on her face.
“Hi Lauren, it’s so nice to see you out and about,” she said, before shifting her gaze to Mark. “And you too, Mark.”
“Hi,” he managed to croak out.
His mother had no problem speaking.
“Hey Amy, it’s good to see you too,” she cheerfully said.
“You two know each other?” Amy inquired, her eyes lingering on Mark long enough to make him uncomfortable.
“This is my son,” Lauren happily replied.
“I knew you had a son, but I didn’t know it was Mark here,” came Amy’s response.
“You know my son?” Lauren asked.
“Why yes. We met at the tire shop,” Amy confided, much to Mark’s relief.
To change the subject he asked, “And how do you two know each other?”
“Oh, your Mom and I both work for the school,” Amy answered.
“Amy is one of the student guidance counselors,” Lauren clarified.
“I see,” he nonchalantly replied, realizing how little he knew about Amy.
Amy and Lauren chatted for a few minutes more before Amy said she had to get back to her table. Mark’s eyes followed her progress until she sat at a table occupied by an older couple.
“So how long have you known Mrs. Fowler?” his mom asked.
Without looking up he replied, “Not that long, I’ve rotated her tires a time or two.”
“That’s nice. She’s a sweet lady so you make sure to take special care of her when she comes in for service,” Lauren said before turning her attention back to her menu.
He almost choked with her statement. He couldn’t help wondering what his mother would think of the nice lady if she knew that said lady had incestuous sex with her son. He also wondered what she would say if she found out that he was fucking her too. It was best not to dwell on that fact he told himself.
Once they finished their meal he left a nice tip, paid their tab and headed out the door with Lauren in the lead. This gave Mark a chance to admire his mother. The dress she wore was a simple brown number with a flower design that hugged her frame just enough to show her curves without being too snug. The hem ended just below mid-thigh giving him an excellent view of her shapely legs. It was while he was looking at them he realized that she wasn’t wearing any stockings or pantyhose. Just as they reached the car he jumped ahead and opened her door for her.
“Allow me to be a gentleman,” he said, executing an exaggerated bow which caused her to laugh out loud.
“Why thank you, kind Sir,” she giggled as she climbed into the seat.
Just as he’d hoped, the hem of her dress rose as she put first one foot in, followed swiftly by the other one. Unfortunately it didn’t rise far enough to satisfy his curiosity about whether she only went without panties when she wore pantyhose, or if she went without them all the time. As he rounded the car to get into the passenger seat he had to adjust his crotch area. As he settled into the seat a wave of shame washed over him for his impure thoughts.
It turned out the film playing at the only movie house in town was The Godfather part2, something that neither had any interest in watching. After a short discussion they decided to just call it a night and head home. For the rest of the evening they lounged around the house watching television before both headed off to their rooms. As they walked down the hall Lauren turned suddenly causing Mark to collide with her. Surprised, he wrapped his arms around her waist which caused their torsos to mesh together. Both stood there for a few seconds just staring into the other’s eyes, the silence growing in the small hallway. Finally she pushed against his chest and stepped back a bit.
With a slight blush on her cheeks, she said, “I just wanted to thank you for tonight sweetheart.”
Stepping closer he leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek before saying, “It was my pleasure, Mom.”
Once again the silence in the hall grew until they both said goodnight and went to their rooms, sleep eluding both for some time.
The next morning Lauren wandered into the kitchen dressed as usual where she found Mark fixing two cups of coffee dressed in his robe too. As if he sensed her presence he turned, smiled, and pointed to the dinner table. She took a seat and watched as he continued to pour the coffee. A smile played on her lips as she thought about how much he looked like his father. At five-ten he was just a tad bit taller, but his soft brown hair, striking blue eyes and wide shoulders were definitely a trait he’d gotten from his dad. When he turned and brought the cups to the table she saw the beautiful smile he always sported, something he got from her. He placed his cup down first then stepped over to her. Just before he reached where she was sitting the sash of his robe snagged on the chair next to her causing it to fall open. What greeted her eyes was something she knew he hadn’t inherited from his father. His broad chest had a thick thatch of curly hair, but as her eyes involuntarily lowered, she noticed that his pubic hair looked as if he kept it trimmed short. Another thing he hadn’t gotten from his father was the thick cock swinging freely between his legs. Lauren felt her throat constrict and her heart race in her chest.
Swiftly placing her cup down, Mark spun around and shakily retied his robe before taking his own seat. He was fully aware that his morning wood had only partially gone down, so he knew his mother had gotten a good look at his junk.
“Sorry about that, Mom,” he stammered, his face a bright crimson in color.
Forcing the laughter down she responded, “Don’t be. Who doesn’t want a show with their morning coffee?”
“Oh God,” he groaned, burying his face in his hands.
She lost her battle to stifle the laughter. This only caused him to groan louder. After she got herself composed she glanced over at him and said, “It’s fine honey. We’ll just call this payback for you seeing me. Okay?”
“I guess that’s fair,” he replied, his face still red as a beet when he looked up.
For several minutes they remained silent, sipping their coffee, each filled with thoughts that neither should have. For him it was the memory of seeing her half undressed. This brought a twitch to his cock. For her she couldn’t get the image of her son’s cock out of her head. Even only partially hard she had been impressed by its size and girth. She could feel the moisture growing between her thighs.
Her thoughts were interrupted when he asked, “Ready for more coffee?”
“Yeah, but maybe I should get it this time,” she answered, a wide smile plastered to her face as she picked up their cups and walked over to the counter.
He watched her pour the coffee and decided it was time to bring up his concerns about her future. He waited until she was sitting.
“Mom, can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” she replied.
“I was just wondering if you are ever going to start dating again,” he said, fully aware they’d gone over this before.
With a groan she replied, “Not this again.”
“Yes, this again.”
Glancing over at him she asked, “Why do you keep harping on this? I told you I have no desire to start dating.”
“I know, but I worry that you’re missing out on so much. Dad’s been gone five years now, it’s time to turn the page and get on with your life,” came his reply.
“I’m well aware of how long it’s been,” she said with an edge to her voice.
“So you can see where I’m coming from, can’t you?” he asked.
“I appreciate your concern, but I’m fine sweetie. I don’t need to look for another man, I’m perfectly happy the way things are.”
“Don’t you want to experience all that comes with having a relationship? And yes, by that I mean sexually too,” he softly said.
Instead of saying anything she just stared at him with her eyebrows raised in a questioning manner.
Mark registered the look on her face but continued anyway.
“You are obviously a very healthy woman, at least from what I’ve seen. So you should still have desires in that area. It might be you’ve repressed those desire so long there’s a need to re-ignite your pilot light. Do you think that is why you avoid dating?”
“So, what am I now, a furnace?” she asked, her forehead furrowing.
“That’s not what I meant. I just wonder if you’ve lost the urge to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh.”
Taking a sip of her coffee she glared at him for a bit before talking.
“This isn’t the kind of conversation a Mother has with her Son. But just so you know, I have the same urges as any woman my age. Do I miss sex? Oh course I do. But that’s no reason to get involved with some man that I hardly know. Now if you don’t mind I’d appreciate it if we could change the subject.”
Mark knew when to shut up. So instead of pestering her further he started talking about things that had nothing to do with sex. But truth be told, his cock was quite rigid from their previous conversation. What he didn’t know was his mother’s slit was soaking wet as well.
When she rose and took her cup to the sink he watched her. She just stood there staring out the window into the back yard. Slowly he stood and walked over to her. Standing behind her he slid his hands around her waist and placed them on her stomach, while lowering his chin onto her shoulder, something he’d done in the past.
“I really didn’t mean to upset you, Mom,” he whispered into her ear.
Lauren felt his chest press into her back and savored the feel of his strong arms around her. Placing one hand over his, she reached up and cupped the side of his face with the other one.
“I know honey,” she whispered back.
“I just want you to be as happy as possible,” he said, then turned his face and planted tiny little kisses on the side of her neck.
A moan floated from her mouth as butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Closing her eyes she allowed the pleasurable sensations coursing through her to take hold. Before she could fully succumb to the affects her son’s kisses were having on her he stopped, whispered he loved her, then left her standing there. If it hadn’t been for the counter to lean on she was sure she would’ve slid to the floor in a crumpled heap.
Mark had heard her soft moan and felt the way her body had seemed to melt against his. It scared him. He hadn’t expected her to react the way she had. Swiftly he ran to his room, put on some clothes, and in less than five minutes he was pulling away from the house with no particular destination in mind. All he knew was he had to get away from there before his body betrayed him. Before he did something that he couldn’t take back.
Lauren heard the front door close, and Mark’s truck roar off. She was surprised he hadn’t told her where he was going. She made her way to the table and sat heavily into her chair, her mind going a mile a minute with questions that she had no idea how to answer. The biggest one was would she have stopped things from getting out of hand if her son had continued. Fear clutched at her heart as she realized that she didn’t know the answer to that.
He drove around aimlessly for a spell before finding himself outside Amy’s place. Normally he never came over on Saturdays, preferring to spend that day with his mom. But here he was, confused, and quite horny.
Amy answered the door in just her robe since she’d just gotten out of the shower. She was a little surprised to see Mark standing there but beckoned him in when she noticed the troubled look on his face.
“Something wrong baby?” she asked after shutting the door.
Mark eyed her up and down for several seconds before saying, “I’ll tell you in a little while, but if you’re up for it I’d love to fuck the shit out of you first.”
“When have you known me not to be up for that?” she replied, her lips stretched into a huge smile.
An hour later she still had that smile as she lay on her stomach, her legs spread apart revealing her gaping pussy as cum oozed from it. Her large, rounded buttocks were red from Mark savagely slamming his hips into them, as well as a few well-placed slaps. Turning her head she saw him lying next to her staring at the ceiling.
“Well, someone was pretty enthusiastic there. Mind telling me what brought that on,” she inquired, pulling her legs together and turning on her side to face him.
Mark’s bottom lip quivered briefly before he told her everything that had happened. He told her about seeing his mother nearly naked, not once, but twice. He also told her about kissing her on the neck and how she had responded. He also confessed to having lewd dreams about her that he found both disgusting and highly erotic at the same time. When he finally finished blurting out his story he lay there breathless, and to both their astonishment, fully erect once more.
Amy reached over and squeezed his cock.
“Did you enjoy how she reacted to your touch?” she asked as her hand slid up and down on his pulsating shaft.
“Honestly, yes. And that’s what scares me, because I’m not sure if I could stop myself from doing something that could ruin our relationship forever,” he told her, the pleasure in his cock building.
“What made you kiss her neck in the first place?” she inquired, increasing the speed of her stroking hand.
“Dad used to do that to her, and it seemed to make her happy. I remember how she smiled on those occasions.” He knew that talking about his mother was somehow heightening the sensation running through his shaft.
“I can’t tell you what to do, that would be your choice to make. My personal opinion is nothing ventured, nothing gained.” The cock in her hand began to really throb.
“You really ought to stop or it’s going to get messy really quick,” he moaned.
“Mmm…I like messy. Just close your eyes and picture your Mom taking this big, hard cock in her pussy. I’m sure she’d love to feel it sliding deep inside, giving her the pleasure that she truly needs,” Amy whispered.
Mark’s body went rigid as cum erupted out of his cock and shot straight up into the air before coming back down and coating Amy’s hand and his stomach. She continued to milk him until she was sure there was nothing left, then she leaned over and sucked his deflating penis into her mouth. Once she had his cock clean she devoured the cum that had splattered on her hand.
With a sigh she stretched out next to him and said, “That was tasty.”
After catching his breath he rolled onto his side and said, “Mom deserves to be happy doesn’t she?”
“Yes,” came her reply.
“Okay, say I do this, and she doesn’t kill me, how do you suggest I go about getting her to see what she’s missing?”
“My advice would be to go slowly; see how she responds.”
“That doesn’t help me much. I mean how do I get the ball rolling?” he asked.
Propping herself on her elbow and gazing into his eyes she said, “Listen, all women have a trigger that gets them hot. From what you’ve told me I’d say you already found your Moms’.”
“Seemed that way to me,” he replied.
“Okay, if you really want to do this, then here’s what you should do,” Amy said.
For the next twenty minutes she tutored him on how to proceed. Once she finished he got up and headed to the door, a troubled look in his eyes. Amy watched from her front window as he drove away, positive that if he succeeded she’d never have him in her bed again. She was okay with that, if it helped another lonely mother blossom.
When he arrived home he didn’t see his mother anywhere. A quick search led him to the back yard where she was tending to her flower bed. She hadn’t heard him so for several minutes he stood there and just admired her as she labored at one of her favorite pastimes. She was wearing a wide, floppy-brimmed hat, a pale-yellow tank top and white baggy shorts. He found the shorts too baggy to be flattering, but the top fit her snuggly across her back with no hint of a bra underneath. He found that quite unusual. She had never worked in her garden without one to his knowledge. Before she had a chance to notice him he slipped back inside and headed for the bathroom, acutely aware of the aroma of sex that was pouring off him. Closing the door, but not locking it, he stripped then stepped into the shower.
Lauren finished what she was doing, rose, then headed inside, the front of her tank top saturated with perspiration making it almost transparent. Just as she entered the hall to go to her room the bathroom door opened and out stepped her son. A tiny squeal escaped her lips causing him to stop and look in her direction. As if in slow motion they each took in the sight of the other. Mark’s eyes automatically homed in on the twin points of her chest, her areola clearly visible through the wet fabric. As he stared he noticed the nipples grow hard and point out. As for his mom she had a much better view. Her son stood there buck naked holding his bundled clothing in one arm while his cock and balls swung freely. As she stared his cock seemed to begin swelling right before her very eyes. The encounter only lasted a couple of seconds before he dashed into his room and shut the door, leaving her standing there with her jaw hanging open.
Once she regained her composure she went to her room and softly closed her door. Questions rattled around in her brain as if on an endless loop. Why had his cock started getting hard? Why was her crotch so wet? What the hell was happening here? Her first question was answered when she glanced into her mirror and saw how visible her nipples were. She didn’t even question why they were so hard. The sight of a man’s cock always had that effect on her, apparently even her sons. Throwing her hat on the bed she undressed and put on her bathrobe, then headed for a much-needed shower.
Mark heard the shower start as he hastily dressed in gym shorts and a white t-shirt. Knowing his mother was in the shower gave him the opportunity to slip out of his room unseen and sit on the couch. He couldn’t believe he’d flashed his mom twice now. He expected an awkward few minutes when she was done. What he got instead was an awkward several hours. Neither knew what to say to the other, so they basically didn’t say anything at all for some time. By dinner time the awkwardness had given way to light banter, and by the time the dishes were done, and they had settled on the couch it seemed like nothing out of the ordinary had happened at all.
They settled for watching an old John Wayne movie, and as was their habit, Lauren sat next to him with his arm wrapped protectively around her shoulder. She always felt so safe when he did that. For him, it was just the comfort of hearing her purr once in a while as she snuggled closer and closer to him during these times. Once the movie ended she stood and said goodnight. As was his custom he stood, leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. Nothing about the incident in the hall had been spoken, but as they lay in bed both thought about it.
Sunday started out like usual. Lauren woke first and began fixing breakfast. As she flipped the pancakes Mark walked in, said good morning, grabbed a cup of coffee and sat at the table. This time he didn’t even give her a hug. For some reason Lauren couldn’t understand why she felt disappointed.
“What, no hugs and kisses this morning?” she asked keeping her back to him.
A smile crept on his face as he stood and walked up to her. Slipping his hands around to her tummy he bent forward and planted several kisses on her neck. When he felt her shudder he let his hands drift lower until they were almost touching her pubic mound. He kept them there for just a scant second before returning to the table.
“That’s more like it,” she said without turning. She didn’t want him to see the way her bottom lip was quivering.
When she did turn around she noticed that he was fully dressed.
“No robe this morning?” she questioned.
Chuckling he replied, “Didn’t want what happened yesterday to happen again.”
“That’s disappointing,” she said as she sat. “I was hoping for another show.”
He wasn’t sure if she was serious or not until he saw the twinkle in her eyes.
“Twice in one day wasn’t good enough?” he laughed.
“Us old gals like a thrill just as much as the next guy,” came her reply.
“Well, if you play your cards right you might catch me coming out of the shower again. Something I really do apologize for, Mom. I didn’t expect you in so soon.”
The rest of the day went by smoothly. Lauren did notice that he seemed to be more helpful than normal, even going grocery shopping with her. As the week went by she noticed that he had become a little more touchy-feely. Nothing outrageous, just light touches on her arms, sometimes brushing against her even though there was plenty of room to get by her. She also noticed that he watched her more often than usual, she could feel his eyes on her whenever he was around. At first she found that a little disconcerting, but by Thursday she found herself doing the same thing to him. One thing that had changed was he no longer kissed her on the neck. He went back to giving her light hugs and pecks on the cheek instead. Oddly, she missed it.
By Friday Mark was quite pleased how things were going. Amy had told him to take his time, so that’s what he was doing. His mom seemed more relaxed, even teasing him about when he was going to flash her again. He did miss feeling her tremble when he kissed her neck but knew if he was going to succeed he had to go slow.
The weekend flew by. He helped her in her flower garden on Saturday and on Sunday they made cookies together. If anyone had been watching they would’ve sworn it was like watching two teenagers play, because a lot of flour was wasted as they kept bumping into each other. Sunday evening found them on the couch watching a romance movie, Lauren snuggled up tight against her son. During a commercial break Mark turned to her and asked why she didn’t wear panties with her pantyhose.
Stunned, she leaned away from him and asked, “Where did that come from?”
With a shrug of his shoulder he said, “Just curious.”
“That’s a strange thing for you to be wondering about, don’t you think?”
“It is, but each time I’ve seen you in your pantyhose I noticed you didn’t wear panties, and I was just wondering why,” he answered, his face slightly red.
Lauren’s brow furrowed as she registered his use of the words ‘each time’. How many times had he seen her in just her pantyhose she wondered. She knew of only that one time a week ago, but he had implied that he had seen her dressed that way on more than one occasion. She couldn’t help but wonder if he’d been spying on her.
“Each time?” she asked.
Relief washed over her when he told her about coming home and finding her on the couch with her dress hiked up. She remembered that night. Snuggling back into him she couldn’t stop wondering what had gone through his mind as he gazed down on her sleeping form. Probably had a boner for days she found herself hoping.
He heard her soft giggle and asked, “What’s so funny?”
Patting his arm she replied, “Nothing sweetie. But to put your mind at ease, I find wearing panties with them is a little too uncomfortable.”
Marked draped his arm back over her shoulders and pulled her closer.
Monday morning Mark decided to resume kissing her on the neck, but unfortunately she was already sitting at the table when he stepped into the kitchen. There was a cup waiting for him on the counter. They exchanged their normal banter until it was time for him to go to work. The day dragged by.
Tuesday he got lucky and caught her just getting ready to pour her first cup of the day. Stealthily he slid in behind her and encircled her waist with his arms, his hands pressed just above her mound. When his lips met her neck she stiffened.
“Honey, you really shouldn’t be doing that,” she whispered even as her hand came up and cupped the back of his head.
“You like it, don’t you?” he whispered back.
“Yes,” she answered with a tremor in her voice.
“Good, because I forgot to give you a hug yesterday,” he proclaimed, once more raining soft kisses up and down the side of her neck.
Lauren melted into him until it dawned on her that one of his hands had slid down and was resting squarely on her mound. Before she could protest he backed away, but not before the hand on her mound pressed harder. She couldn’t stop the tiny moan from coming out. The rest of the morning she sat there in a half daze with her pussy on fire and her mind a jumbled mess of outrages thoughts. Even after Mark left for work she sat there staring into her luke-warm cup of coffee. She was troubled by the knowledge that if her son had kept his hand on her mound much longer she would have surely orgasmed.
Thursday she did have an orgasm. She was waiting, half asleep, for the coffee to brew, her hair already in a ponytail, when Mark stepped up behind her. His hands came snaking around her waist, one landing close enough to touch the bottom of her right breast, while the other landed squarely on her pubic mound. Before she had a chance to ask him what he thought he was doing his lips went to work on the sensitive flesh on her neck.
“Mark…sweetie…you really should stop,” she moaned, unable to control what was happening to her body.
Mark didn’t stop. As soon as he’d seen her standing there he knew he had to push the envelope. So instead of stopping he began to press his hand harder into her mound until he felt his middle finger at the top of her slit. Slowly he began to rotate his whole hand on her mound making sure that the tip of his middle finger stayed in contact with what he suspected was her clitoris.
“Honey…” Lauren moaned, swiftly losing all sense of reality as her pussy flooded with her secretions.
Maybe if her shift had been thicker she would have had a fighting chance to fend off the waves of pleasure coursing through her. Maybe. But it wasn’t thick. If anything it felt like she wasn’t wearing anything at all.
What she hadn’t become aware of yet was how Mark had slipped his finger through the fabric between the buttonholes, his middle finger actually rubbing her clit freely now, her juices coating its tip.
“I love you, Mom,” he whispered.
She heard his whisper of love, then almost fainted when his finger slid lower and plunged into her sodden hole.
“OH GOD!” she screamed as her pussy clenched around his invading finger.
Mark felt her stiffen briefly before her body began to shake violently in his grasp causing the hand beneath her breast to slip and land directly on her tit. Without thinking his fingers sought out the erect nipple and gave it a pinch.
“OH…Fuck!” she shrieked as a kaleidoscope of multi-colored flashes erupted inside her brain reminding her of the July fourth fireworks they had watched.
Her orgasm hit her like a runaway freight train, derailing any thought of telling her son to stop this madness. Her eyes slammed shut and her legs turned to jelly as wave after glorious wave of pleasure rocked her very being. Huffing for air she sagged against him, thankful that he still had his arms wrapped around her waist, otherwise she knew without a doubt that she would have dropped to the floor.
Mark knew he had gone too far. All he had planned to do was lightly caress her mound, but somehow his finger had found a way through her clothes. Once he felt her stiff clit with his fingertip it was game on. But now that it was over fear raised its’ ugly head. He had no idea how to explain his actions but was pretty sure that she was going to freak out when she gathered her thoughts. While waiting for his mother to finally regained some strength in her legs he continued to support her weight. Slowly he felt her brace herself against the counter, allowing him to relax his hold on her.
“I’m sorry, Mom. I got carried away, please forgive me,” he pleaded.
Standing on her own, her head bowed down, she whispered, “Go, leave me be.”
“Mom, I really am sorry,” he almost sobbed.
“Mark please…just go,” she almost groaned.
Relief washed over her when she felt him pull away, but she still stood there with her head down, afraid that if she turned around he would be there. It wasn’t fear of him being there. No, it was fear that he would see the lust in her eyes. Her willpower was gone, he had awakened the beast of desire within her that she had spent five long years trying to keep caged. She could still feel his finger buried in her and his hard length pressed into her ass. More tingles spread out from her still twitching twat as her mind relived what had happened. Once her composure returned she knew she had to confront her son. Squaring her shoulders she headed to his room.
Mark heard the soft knock on his door and before he could say anything his mother came in.
“You want to explain to me just what the HELL you were thinking,” she said, trying desperately to keep her voice level.
“I…I got carried away,” he replied.
“You think? I’m your Mother, Mark, you can’t be doing stuff like that with me,” she said, the edge in her voice noticeably gone.
“I didn’t mean for it to go that far, Mom. I really am sorry,” he said, unable to look her in the eyes.
She had never been able to stay mad at him for long, and now was no exception. If truth be told, she had enjoyed what he had done. Immensely. But she sure wasn’t about to admit it out loud. No, that was something she would keep to herself. Maybe even use it late at night. While she was thinking these thoughts her eyes roamed about the room as any mother’s would. That’s when she noticed the open suitcase lying on his bed. When she turned her gaze back to him she also noticed that he was fully dressed. A chill ran down her spine as she pointed toward the bed.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“I thought you wanted me to go away,” he answered weakly.
“All I meant was give me some space, not for you to move out,” she softly said, stepping forward and slipped her arms around his waist.
Tentatively he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her even tighter against his chest.
“Are you mad at me for what I did?” he asked, his voice so low she barely heard him.
Tightening her arms around him she whispered, “No. I’m just confused about why you did it.”
“Because I love you,” he simply said, as if that answered everything.
“I love you, too,” she replied before breaking their embrace. “Now put that away and come into the kitchen, you can’t go to work on an empty stomach.”
Once Mark had left for work she remained sitting at the table mulling over what had transpired. Try as she might, she couldn’t deny that her son had given her the best orgasm of her life. She could still feel remnants of her fluids leaking from her pussy. Her husband had been a caring lover, but damn, she’d never shot off like that before. That thought caused a shudder to creep up her spine. With a heavy sigh she rose and proceeded to go about her normal routine. All through her workday her mind would recall the feel of her son’s finger in her cunt and the stiffness of his cock pressed against her ass. When this happened another shudder would shoot through her causing a huge smile to spread on her lips.
Mark wasn’t fairing any better with his own thoughts. He recalled how drenched his finger had been when he removed it from his mother’s pussy. He also remembered sucking his finger clean when he had gone back to his room, the taste of her juices still lingering on his tastebuds. He spent most of the day just trying to keep his dick from tenting out the front of his jeans. By the time he got home he had no choice. He went into the bathroom and stroked himself into a frenzy of unbridled euphoria. It took three times before he was finally sated.
When Lauren returned home she found him sitting on the couch still in his work clothes. She said hi, shot him a brilliant smile and walked to her bedroom. Deliberately leaving her door partially open she proceeded to remove her clothes. Once she had all but her pantyhose off she turned and looked at the open door. For reasons she didn’t understand she secretly hoped to see him standing there watching, but the doorway was empty. A slight twinge of disappointment flittered through her. She finished undressing then opted to just put on the same thing she was wearing that morning. A sense of expectation filled her as she made her way back to the front room, only to find it empty when she got there. Turning on the television she settled on the couch, one foot under her, and waited for Mark to come out of his room. She was quite surprised when twenty minutes later her son walked in the front door carrying a bag from McDonalds.
“Got you a fillet of fish,” he stated as he placed the bag on the coffee table.
“Thank you honey,” she said as she slid her leg out from under her and scooted to the edge of her seat.
It was only a brief glimpse, but as she situated herself Mark had an unobstructed view of her crotch. A small smile played on her lips as she watched his eyes go wide. She really wasn’t sure why she was teasing him, but the look on his face made her feel a little giddy.
“Nothing to drink?” she inquired.
“Their soda machine was broken, so I thought I’d have a beer and maybe you’d want a glass of wine,” he answered as he headed to the kitchen.
“Ooh, wine and McDonalds, how fancy,” she chuckled.
When he returned he sat a full glass of white wine in front of her and took a seat on the other end of the couch. They both began to eat, making small talk between bites. She was at a loss to where the wine had come from, as far as she knew they didn’t have any white wine. When she asked about it he told her that he had picked it up on his way home. He figured she might like a glass to unwind with. One glass turned into three by the time they were snuggled on the couch watching the eight o’clock movie. By the end of the movie the bottle would be empty.
Completely out of the blue she asked, “So, and I’m not mad, could you tell me what possessed you to do what you did this morning?”
Swallowing the last of his second beer he turned to look directly into her eyes. “I just wanted to remind you of what you were missing out on. But in all honesty, I really hadn’t meant for it to go as far as it did, and for that I’m truly sorry,” he told her.
With a light chuckle she said, “So your objective was to, how did you put it?”
Chuckling himself he said, “Re-light your pilot light.”
“I see,” she whispered.
“Did it work?” he asked.
“There was definitely a spark, but I’m not sure if it lit all the way,” she giggled.
Mark didn’t know how to respond to that. Was she suggesting that he should do more to restart her libido, or was it just the wine talking? He was torn with indecision as he turned his attention back to the television.
When the movie ended she told him she was going to bed, but when she stood it was apparent to both of them that she was really unsteady on her feet. Standing he offered to help her down the hall, an offer she readily accepted. As he helped guide her toward her bedroom somehow the hand he had on her ribs slid up and pressed against the side of her tit. He marveled at the feel, and since she didn’t object he kept it there until they reached her door. Kissing her cheek he said goodnight and waited till she softly closed her door. He stayed outside her room listening for anything out of the ordinary, such as her falling before reaching her bed. When nothing happened and he noticed a light under the door he started to walk away but stopped after only a few steps. Turning he gazed at her door. Out of an abundance of caution he went over and opened it just enough so that he would hear if anything happened.
For the longest time sleep eluded him. He lay there staring up at the ceiling wondering what to do. Not about helping her open up, that was the least of his worries. No, what he needed to know was whether to tell her that he was falling in love with her.
While Mark was mulling over his dilemma Lauren lay naked on her bed, legs spread, the fingers of her right-hand dancing lightly over her stiff clit. Rarely did she masturbate, but her son’s hand touching her breast had awoken the urge. Slowly she let one finger slide between her wet folds and sink knuckle deep into her heat.
“OH God! Mark!” she hollered as a second finger joined the first.
Mark couldn’t help but hear her. Thinking she was calling out for help he rushed to her room completely oblivious to his own nakedness. Once he reached her door he pushed it open the rest of the way and was greeted by the most erotic sight he had ever seen. His mother lay there spread-eagled, head back, eyes tightly shut with one hand mauling her tits while the other stuffed two fingers deep into her cunt. The sound of her wetness filled the room as the glow from the bedside lamp left nothing to the imagination. Before he knew what he was doing he found himself at the foot of her bed savoring the sight of her fingers parting her hairy slit. Primal urges sprang up causing him to lose all rational thought. Slowly he placed his knees on the bed and proceeded to crawl between her legs, his eyes glued to her pussy.
Lauren felt the bed shift. Pulling her fingers from her heated depths she propped herself up on her elbows and gazed toward the foot of her bed. Even though her vision was fuzzy she could clearly see her son climbing onto the bed. At first speechless, she watched him crawl between her still open thighs, but her voice returned when his hands landed on the inside of her thighs and pushed them further apart.
“Mark? Honey? What are you…ARRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!” she wailed as his lips clamped around her throbbing clit, his tongue swirling circles around the sensitive flesh.
Feebly she reached down with one hand meaning to push his head away from her pussy, but only managed to curl her fingers into his hair and pull his face tighter against her steaming box. Another wail erupted from her mouth as a wave of pleasure, more exquisite than anything she had ever felt before, sent shockwaves cascading through every nerve fiber in her body. In no time at all her breathing became ragged, and her eyelids began to flutter.
Mark savored the sweet taste of his mother as his tongue worked tirelessly on her engorged clitoris, her juices flowing freely onto his chin. Lowering his upper body between her thighs he slid his hands up past her hips until they cupped both breasts. Deftly his fingers found her erect nipples and began to gently pinch and twist them.
“MARRRKKKKKKK!” she screamed as the first orgasm shot through her.
With a smile on his face he lowered his tongue until it was slithering between her saturated folds, eagerly drinking in the abundance of fluid pouring from his mother’s twitching twat. Underneath him his rock-hard cock throbbed endlessly, soaking the bed with his pre-cum.
Fireworks exploded in her brain and her eyes rolled back into her head when she felt her son stuff two fingers deep into her smoldering depths.
As soon as his fingers were fully inserted into her wet hole he felt her body go rigid, then suddenly limp. Pulling his mouth from her cunt he glanced up her body and saw that her eyes were closed. Releasing his hands from her tits he shifted around until his ass was resting on his calves. Panic started to set in until he saw the gentle rise and fall of her chest. Carefully he crawled off the bed and stared down at his mother’s dripping pussy, his rampant rod sticking obscenely out in front of him. He knew it would be so easy to just crawl back onto the bed and guide his cock into her soaked pussy. But he also knew that that would be the ultimate betrayal of her trust. Gently he pulled a blanket over her, turned off her lamp and left. He did leave her bedroom door open just in case.
Lauren’s internal clock woke her about the same time as her alarm would have, if she had actually set it. Swinging her legs over the side she sat up, instantly aware that her head was throbbing. As she sat there the memories of last night slowly filtered into her brain. She remembered the wine and the movie, at least some of it. But the thing that was vividly etched into her mind was seeing her son with his face buried in her muff, his tongue doing things to her that she had never experienced. How far they had gone she wasn’t sure. Slowly she reached between her legs and ran her fingers through her slit. She was wetter than normal.
“Oh God,” she groaned, holding her aching head in her hands.
Fighting off the hangover she dressed and headed to the kitchen in desperate need of coffee and aspirin. By the time her son walked in she was feeling a little better, at least her head was no longer pounding.
Mark stepped into the kitchen and did a doubletake as he spotted his mom at the table. Her hair was a frizzy mess and her eyes looked bloodshot. Fixing himself a cup, he sat down, his stomach tied up in a knot of nerves as he waited for her to unleash her wrath on him. What she did instead threw him for a loop.
“Can I ask you something?” she asked, her red-rimmed eyes staring into his.
“Sure Mom,” he replied, dipping his eyes to the table, unable to hold her gaze.
“Did we have sex last night?” came her question.
“Um, not completely,” he mumbled.
“Not completely? What in the hell does that mean? Either we did, or we didn’t,” she stated.
Glancing up at her he asked, “How much of last night do you remember?”
“Pretty much everything, especially the part where you climbed into my bed. What I’m sketchy on is how far did we go,” she told him.
Taking a deep breath he began to explain the events of last night. He told her about hearing her call out his name, and thinking something was wrong, had gone into her room and seeing her pleasuring herself. He told her that seeing her like that had caused him to lose control. When he finally got to the part where she had passed out he could see a small smile begin to play at the corners of her mouth.
“So we never actually fucked?” she asked.
Her use of profanity shocked and aroused him at the same time.
“No, we didn’t get that far,” he half chuckled.
“I see,” she mumbled, a far off look in her eyes.
“I would have, Mom,” he said.
Snapped out of her thoughts she asked, “Would have what dear?”
“Made love to you,” he softly replied.
She sat there quietly for what seemed like forever causing him to think that maybe he had said the wrong thing.
Finally she spoke. “You do remember that I’m your Mother, don’t you?”
For Mark it was time to unburden his soul. Rising he walked over and dropped to one knee by her chair, then took one of her hands in his.
“I know you’re my Mother, but that’s beside the point considering how I feel about you.”
Squeezing his hand she asked, “And how do you feel about me?”
“I’m in love with you.”
His words had a profound effect on her. Her heart skipped a beat, and her respiration grew shallow as she gazed deeply into his unblinking eyes. Her mind tried to formulate a response, but for the life of her, she couldn’t find the right words. So instead of telling him anything now she opted to continue this conversation when her head wasn’t all muddled. Rising from her chair, pulling him with her, she whispered, “Let’s talk about this tonight when I get home.”
Nodding his consent he did something that took her breath away. He cupped her chin, lifted her face up, and brought his lips to hers’. Her eyes grew wide with surprise. Just as she felt her body responding to his kiss he pulled away and headed out of the kitchen, leaving her with stiffened nipples and a tingle in her pussy. As she watched him walk away she slowly lowered herself in her chair, afraid that her legs would give out at any second. Once he was gone she raised a hand up and pressed the tips of her fingers to her lips, as if this gesture would recapture the feel of his lips on hers’.
Her work suffered as she tried to wrap her head around his admission. Her own thoughts didn’t help either. He had been her whole world the last five years, and she did love him more than life itself. But she had to ask herself whether it was the love of a mother for her son, or the love of a woman for a man. By quitting time she was totally confused.
On his way home from work Mark swung by and picked up Chinese food for dinner. He stuck it in the oven at a low temperature to keep it warm, then went and took a shower. Once done he dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, then settled down on the couch to wait for Lauren to get home. It was an agonizing wait; his nerves were on edge as he wondered what she would say about him revealing his love for her. Someone had once told him not to sweat the small stuff, but this was far from being small. His admission had been a huge gamble, one that could go horribly wrong. But on the other hand it could be the start of something wonderful, at least that’s what he kept telling himself. Time ticked on.
Lauren pulled up to the curb, hesitated a bit, then opened her door and went into the house. As she stepped inside she saw him sitting on the couch, his eyes following her every move. Sitting her purse down she told him she was going to take a shower before starting dinner. He said okay and watched her walk away without telling her that he already had dinner covered. Once she was out of sight he took the food out of the oven, gathered plates and silverware, then waited some more.
After her shower Lauren decided to just wear her bathrobe, something she did from time to time. May as well be comfortable was her motto. Slowly she made her way to the kitchen, stopping briefly to adjust the towel wrapped around her wet hair. When she entered she saw her son sitting there smiling, dinner already waiting.
“You never cease to amaze me,” she told him, then took a seat across from him.
They ate in silence for the most part, the air filled with unsaid things. Once they finished, and before his mother could escape, he spoke up.
“I want to apologize for what I did last night. It was wrong of me to take advantage of the situation, so I’m truly sorry,” he said.
Lauren squirmed in her chair for a bit before saying, “Don’t be sorry, because I’m not.”
“I don’t understand,” he told her.
“What you did to me…what you made me feel, was incredible. Was it wrong? Sure. But I’ve never experienced that level of pleasure in my life, so I should be thanking you,” she said, a slight smile on her lips.
Stunned by this he asked, “You mean no one has ever done that to you before?”
“Honey, I’ve only been with one man, and your Father, God bless his heart, wasn’t what you’d call very adventurous in the bedroom. Don’t get me wrong, he was a wonderful lover. It’s just he considered things like what you did, well, unsanitary.”
Mark couldn’t believe that his dad had never gone down on his mother. From the moment he had seen her bush that was just about all he could think of doing. Of course, now that he had tasted her, there were other things he’d love to do with her but didn’t dare tell her that. So instead of saying anything he pushed his chair back, gathered their empty plates and took them to the sink. Before he could do anything else she interrupted him.
“Why don’t we leave the dishes for tomorrow,” she called out.
It was unlike her to do that, so he turned and asked, “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, why not. I was thinking, since it’s Friday, we could just get comfortable and see if there’s anything to watch on TV instead. That sound good to you?”
“Sounds great,” he replied.
Rising she glanced at him and said, “Why don’t you slip into something comfortable while I see what’s on the box.”
He followed her out and headed toward his room while she made herself comfortable on the couch and began scanning through the TV guide. Before he made it too far she called out and told him to grab her brush off her dresser. Once in his room he struggled to decide what to wear. She had said wear something comfortable, and seeing how she was in her bathrobe, he finally settled on just wearing his too. He just had to remember to watch how he sat. Dressed he headed back toward the front room, then remembered her brush. He made a quick dash into her room and grabbed it off her dresser. Once he made it to the couch she was sitting in the middle, the damp towel from her head draped across the back.
“Thanks,” she said, taking the brush from him and slowly running the bristles through her hair.
He waited for her to finish before asking if she’d found anything worth watching. Scooting up against him she held out the guide, open to the days listing, and told him to pick. Only having three channels limited their selection, so they settled for a few game shows that were followed by Friday night at the movies. Tonight’s movie was a cheesy science fiction flick from the fifties.
A third of the way through the movie Lauren slid her hand onto his thigh and gave it a squeeze before saying, “These movies used to scare the hell out of me when I was a kid.”
With a laugh he said, “Don’t worry, Mom, I’ll protect you.”
“You always have, sweetheart,” she whispered as she stretched out and lay her head in his lap.
“Mom?” he said as he felt her hand dip between the folds of his robe and slowly slide upwards toward his rapidly expanding cock.
“Shhh, just relax baby,” she cooed as her fingers touched the hot flesh of his thick shaft.
When her fingers wrapped around his throbbing piece of meat he let out a moan of pleasure. As his mother’s hand began to slowly stroke up and down the turgid shaft he settled back and surrendered to her heavenly touch. Pleasure coursed through his body as he felt her tighten her grip and begin to stroke him faster. All too soon he felt her stop. Opening his eyes he watched silently as she slid off the couch and repositioned herself between his knees.
When they made eye contact Lauren whispered, “Don’t say anything.”
Mark watched in stunned disbelief as his mother untied the sash of his robe and slowly peeled the halves away from his crotch. Even with just the glow from the television he could see pre-cum oozing from the tip and running down his shaft.
Lauren marveled at the sight of her son’s cock as she held it upright. It was so thick she was barely able to wrap her fingers around it. A little bit of fear crept into her mind as she studied the fat, bulbous head. Would that even fit in her mouth, she wondered. Gently she began to once more stroke his length, his pre-cum coating her hands making the long shaft slick. Endless moans poured from her son as she worked up the courage to do what she wanted to do.
Looking up into his astonished eyes she said, “I’ve never down this before, so if I hurt you let me know.”
Before he had a chance to reply he watched her open her mouth and wrap her lips around the head of his cock. A jolt of pleasure raced down his penis, through his balls, then up into his brain.
“OH GOD!” he groaned.
Lauren worked slowly at first, inching her mouth farther down on the spit-covered shaft, until she was able to comfortably take about half its length. Using her mouth she bobbed up and down for a spell before experimenting. She found that when she used the tip of her tongue under the ridge of his cockhead his penis would twitch and swell even bigger. With an inner smile she wrapped one hand around the shaft and began to stroke while letting her other hand gently roll his balls together. She knew she’d found something her son liked, so she increased her tempo until her mouth was swallowing the upper half of his cock while her hand rapidly stroked the lower half. Soon she had him bucking on the couch.
“Oh fuck, Mom, I’m going to cum,” he growled, his fingers tightly clenched as he fought to hold off for just a little longer.
“Mmmmmm,” Lauren hummed when she heard those words.
The vibration from his mother’s humming on his throbbing cock sent him over the edge.
“UUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!” he shouted as his balls emptied
Lauren felt his cock expand just before his semen erupted from the tip, almost choking her. Swiftly she swallowed as much as she could but couldn’t keep up with the volume shooting out of him. When his cum stopped flowing, and he began to soften, she pulled her stretched lips from his cock and glanced up, a pleased look on her face. Her son stared back at her, a bewildered look on his face. She could tell he wanted to say something, but she never gave him the chance. Standing, she grabbed the damp towel from the back of the couch, wiped the small trail of cum from her chin, then walked toward her bedroom.
He sat there staring at the hallway for close to a minute before getting up and rushing after her, his open robe blowing behind him like a cape. Just before he reached her room light softly filtered out of her open doorway. Stepping through the threshold he stopped in his tracks as he watched her robe slide from her shoulders and land in a heap at her feet. The sight before him caused his breath to catch in his throat, and his cock to harden. His eyes traveled the length of her back until they settled on the firm, round cheeks of her ass. Moving up behind her, his fully erect cock making contact with the smooth flesh of her buttocks, he reached up and placed his hands gently on her shoulders. He could feel her body tremble at his touch.
“Why did you do that, Mom?” he whispered.
Without turning she replied, “It was the least I could do to repay you for the pleasure you gave me last night.”
“You didn’t have to repay me. Believe me, it was my pleasure,” he said, letting his hands roam down her arms until they settled on her hips.
Slowly turning around and looking up into his eyes, she said, “I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to.”
Taking her hands in his he stepped back a pace and said, “Let me look at you, Mom.”
Butterflies danced in the pit of her stomach, and goosebumps appeared on her arms, as she watched her son’s eyes roam over her naked flesh. She wasn’t sure if he approved of what he saw until he spoke.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
“Did you mean what you said, about being in love with me?” she asked, a tremor in her voice.
“Every word of it,” he replied, his eyes finally going back to hers.
“Good. Because I think I’ve fallen in love with you too,” she stated.
A huge smile appeared on his face. Shrugging off his robe he closed the gap between them, then cupped her face in his hands.
“I love you so much,” he said just as he brought his lips softly to hers.
“Ummm,” she moaned as her body pressed against his.
The kiss was gentle, not hurried. As their lips lingered together he slid his hands down her back and cupped both her cheeks. This elicited another soft moan from her. Both felt his cock throb as it pressed against her abdomen.
Pulling her head back and breaking the kiss, she gazed into his eyes and said, “Show me how much you love me.”
Using his body he nudged her backwards until her legs hit the side of the bed. Then with a final nudge he pushed her back until she sat down. Immediately he dropped to his knees, spread her thighs apart and lowered his face to her crotch. Her upper body fell onto the bed as he maneuvered her legs onto his shoulders. Ever so slowly he began to drag his tongue through her slit making no attempt to touch her clit. She squealed in surprise when the tip of his tongue slide across her rosebud then reversed and plunged deeply into her entrance. Immediately her hips began to buck, forcing him to grab onto the tops of her thighs or get bucked off. Faster and faster he stabbed his tongue into her drenched hole.
“SO GOOD! SO GOOD!” she chanted as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body.
When her son clamped his lips around her engorged clit she exploded.
“OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKK!” she screamed, her hands clawing at the edge of the bed, as her pussy spasmed endlessly.
Slowly Mark lowered her legs and began kissing his way up her body. When he reached her breasts he took first one nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue around the stiffened bud, then repeated this on the other one. Lauren was becoming delirious as every nerve fiber in her body tingled with excitement.
“Baby please…I need you inside me,” she groaned, her hands clutching the side of his head and trying to pull him further up her shaking body.
At first he resisted, but when he looked at her face he knew it was time. Her eyes were ablaze with lust as he slid up enough that the tip of his cock brushed against the slick lips of her labia. Reaching down between them he grabbed his shaft and ran the head of his cock the full length of her slit.
“Oh God, honey, stop teasing and fuck me,” she implored, the feel of his bulbous head so close to her entrance driving her mad.
Steadying himself in a one-armed pushup position, his feet firmly planted on the floor, he gazed down to where his dick met his mother’s pussy. Gently he slipped the head between her inner lips and sank into her glorious heat. She was tighter than anyone he’d ever been with. With only the head nestled inside her cunt he glanced up at her face to see if he was hurting her. When she didn’t protest he pushed another inch into her wetness, then waited.
Lightly stroking the side of his face she whispered, “I want all of it.”
“You’re awfully tight, Mom, so tell me if I hurt you,” he replied.
“It’s been awhile since anything’s been in there. Just go slow and let me get used to you,” she told him.
Propping himself with both arms he began to slowly pull back, then push forward. With each forward thrust he sank a little deeper. It took several minutes before he finally felt his balls touch her ass. With his feet still on the floor he gently lowered his upper body until he was laying on her, his eyes gazing into hers.
“Damn that feels good,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around his hips and tightening her inner muscles around his shaft.
“Oooo, you might not want to do that, unless you want me to blow,” he half groaned, half chuckled.
With a small chuckle of her own she said, “We wouldn’t want that. At least not yet.”
“No, we wouldn’t,” he said, slowly pulling his cock backwards until just the head remained inside.
He watched her eyes grow wide as he gently pushed back in.
“Oh God, that feels so good,” she moaned, running her hands up and down his back.
Slowly he felt her pussy loosen up, her fluids coating her walls making penetration much easier. In no time at all they found their rhythm. As he pulled back she would push down, and just before his cock could slip from her grip they’d reverse the move, causing their pubic bones to clash and his balls to bounce off her ass.
Raking her finger nails down his back she growled, “Fuck me like you mean it,”
Grunting he raised up until he was once more on his feet, then reached behind his back and unclasped her locked ankles. Bringing her feet around he held her ankles out, forcing her legs to open wider. Glancing down he watched as he pulled his cock back, the shaft slick with her juices. Then savagely he thrust forward burying the entire length inside her dripping cunt. Repeatedly he slammed into her, the force of his penetrations causing her small tits to bounce up and down on her chest.
“YES! YES! YES! FUCK YOUR MOTHER!” she wailed as her son’s cock touched places she’d never had touched before.
“Oh God, Mom, I don’t think I can last much longer,” he groaned through clenched teeth.
“Almost there baby,” she cried out, almost pleading with him to keep going.
Faster and faster he plowed into her sopping wet pussy, the sound of his balls slapping against her upturned ass filling the room. Sweat poured from his brow as he worked to take her over the edge. With his breath coming in ragged gulps, he released one of her ankles and reached down until his thumb was on her clit. Instantly her pussy clamped down around his slick shaft and her bucking grew erratic.
“UUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!” she let out an earth-shattering scream as the most powerful orgasm of her life rocked her very soul.
Releasing her other ankle her grabbed her by the hips and slammed his cock in as deep as he could get it then just held it there.
“OH SHIT! OH MY GOD! MOOOOMMMMMMMM!” he roared as his balls unleashed a tidal wave of cum into her contracting cunt.
The force of his orgasm caused his legs to wobble. Once his cock quit twitching he used the last of his strength to pull out, then sat on the bed next to her, his upper body falling back onto the bed. Both lay there with their legs hanging over the side of the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, desperately trying to catch their breath. It was several minutes before either could speak.
“My God, that was unbelievable,” Lauren huffed.
“I’ve never felt anything that good,” Mark chimed in.
The room went silent for a bit until Mark looked over at his mother and said, “How messed up is this, Mom.”
She looked at him and replied, “So messed up.”
Both went back to staring at the ceiling, each caught up in their own thoughts. Several minutes passed then Lauren scooted up onto the bed, so her legs weren’t dangling over. Mark followed her lead, but instead of lying on his back he lay on his side facing her. Reaching out he let his fingertips glide over her breasts then down to the thatch of pubic hair on her mound.
Finally he asked, “So what do we do now?”
“We turn the page and get on with our lives. You’ve freed me from myself, but now I have a bigger problem,” she told him.
“What sort of problem?” he asked, his fingertips slowly drawing circles near her bellybutton.
Turning her head so she could look into his eyes, she replied, “You’ve spoiled me for other men.”
“Does that mean you want to be with me?” he asked, a devilish gleam in his eyes.
“If you’ll have me,” she answered, her smile so bright it almost lit up the room.
“I was hoping you would say that,” flashing her an equally brilliant smile.
The kiss that followed was tender, as was the way his fingers danced over her diamond hard nipples.
“Keep that up and you’re gonna be in trouble,” she moaned.
“Promise?” he snickered.
Instead of answering she reached down and grabbed his wet cock. To her surprise, and delight, she discovered he was hard again. “Promise,” she said, pushing him onto his back then rolling over on top of him. Raising herself into a sitting position she reached between them and took his cock and pointed it upward. All he could do was watch in wonderment as she lifted her hips and then slowly empaled herself. Once she was fully seated she noticed a funny look on his face.
“Something wrong?” she asked.
Reaching up and cupping her breasts, he said, “No, it’s just when you told me Dad never went down on you, I’ve only been able to picture the two of you in the missionary position.”
With a laugh she told him, “Just because he didn’t do that is no reason to think we didn’t enjoy a healthy sex life. Hell, I probably know some positions you’ve never even thought of yet.”
To prove her point she sat all the way down on him then swiveled around until her back was to him. Placing her knees firmly on the bed she reached down until her hands were on his knees then slowly began to lift her ass. He watched, fascinated, as more and more of his cock came into view between her thighs. Just when he thought his cock would slip out, she reversed course and gently slid down his pole until her ass was on his pubic bone. With each downward pass more and more of his spunk was pushed from her pussy where it pooled at the base of his cock. It wasn’t long before she really began to pump up and down, the sensation of feeling her stiff clit rubbing the underside of his cock a new experience for him.
“I’m gonna cum again,” she proclaimed, her movements starting to get erratic.
Grabbing her hips he guided her movements, forcing her down onto his rigid rod over and over again.
“MARK…BABY…I”MMMMMM CUMMMIIIINNNNGGGGGG!” she cried, her cunt muscles tightening around his shaft.
“Cum on my cock, Mom,” he growled, his hips thrusting up to meet her downward jabs.
Just as her body began to twitch violently he pulled her ass down onto his cum soaked pubic hair, then held her there as he exploded deep inside. Lauren felt her son’s cock swell right before she felt his cum shoot into her, setting off another, although smaller, orgasm. Just as her body stopped shaking she felt her son reach up and pull her backwards. Kicking her legs out and down she settled back onto his chest, his slowly deflating cock still in her flooded pussy.
As his mother lay on his chest he pushed her disheveled hair away from her neck and began to softly kiss it. He felt her shiver then watched as she quickly rolled away from him, an audible sucking noise echoing off the walls as his cock was freed from her leaking hole.
“Oh God baby, no more. You’ve worn this lady out,” she pleaded.
“Okay, no more…for now,” he chuckled, then rolled onto his side, threw one arm over her sweaty back and pulled her into him.
“I hope you know what you’ve done,” she murmured.
“What have I done?” he asked, half asleep.
“You’ve unleashed my inner sex demon,” she lazily replied.
“Well then, it was a good day after all,” he laughed.
“Uh huh,” she agreed, snuggling even closer to him.
In seconds both were asleep.
The weekend flew by. Between making plans for the future, but mostly fucking like rabbits, nothing got done. When Lauren returned to work Monday morning Amy Fowler immediately noticed the change in Mark’s mom. She was positively glowing.
“You lucky shit,” she grumbled, a twinge of envy shooting through her.
Over the next four years they kept an outward appearance of just being mother and son. At least in public. Nighttime’s and weekends were spent making the beast with two backs. It had been decided that she would continue to work until her pension from the school district kicked in, which allowed Mark to work his way up the ladder into a management position. At the end of the four years he requested a transfer and was offered the general manager position at a new tire center being built in Idaho. A position he readily accepted. They sold the house and moved a few weeks later.
2003
Mark and Lauren sat in their rockers on the porch sipping cups of hot chocolate. The mornings were starting to turn brisk as fall approached. Soon they would be forced to stay indoors.
“We’ve had a good long run, haven’t we,” she remarked absently, as she watched the leaves fall from the trees.
Turning to look at her, he replied, “It’s not over yet, Mom.”
She glanced his way and said, “Mmmm, I love it when you call me that. Especially when you have that big cock in me.”
His eyebrows shot up and he smiled that brilliant smile she loved so much.
“You know…I wouldn’t complain if you wanted to go inside and ravage me,” she softly said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
“Really?” he asked.
“Really. Only this time you can’t bend me like a pretzel, I’m not as flexible as I used to be.” With that she sprang from her chair with a youthful vigor that belied her age and headed inside.
Mark was close behind her, his cock already expanding under his pajama bottoms. As they crossed the front room she slipped out of her fluffy robe and let it fall behind her. The soft groan from her son was music to her ears. As for Mark, his cock grew fully hard as he gazed upon his mother’s still firm ass. Damn! Not bad for a seventy-three-year-old woman, he thought, the smile on his face so wide it almost hurt.
