Mother must decide what’s best for her son, incest, family taboo, Snowy days dot my memory. Seminal events in my life seemed to play out with a white background. I looked out at the rounded mounds in the back yard while thinking about my mother. Even her name sounded round to me; Robin…Robin Owen. Everything about her form spoke of roundness… places for the eye to rest… places for the hand to glide over and caress. I wasn’t supposed to notice of course because she was my mother. No… not much.
I laughed to myself as my mind flew into a poetic flight of fanciful amusement. I imagined that her breasts were moons of snow, capped by strawberries and that anyplace my mouth touched would taste like vanilla ice cream. Most of the time my thoughts about her couldn’t be deemed poetry.
That she looked good was pointed out to me many times when I attended the middle school where she taught. The kids knew her as Miss Owen, and most didn’t think we were related because my name’s Tom Owen Blanco. She had gone back to her maiden name when she started teaching. More than once I had to say, “Shut up that’s my mother” to guys who wanted to rhapsodize about her looks with me.
It never seemed to bother my brother Paul who was a year older than I was. We had different friends and we probably fought less than most brothers but we really weren’t close. I guess I was jealous of him and he was indifferent to me. I loved it when he wasn’t home and it was just mom and me because then I would be the one who took care of her after school.
By that time she seemed always tired and down. I remember that she was a good cook, but for five years we hadn’t had a meal that didn’t come from a can, a box, or the microwave. She took some kind of pill or other all the time and her answer to almost everything was,”Okay… take a jacket.” If I said I wasn’t coming home at night because I was staying at a friend’s or I said I was going to drown myself in the river, I could expect, “Okay… take a jacket.”
She came home physically and emotionally exhausted and what she wanted most was a massage on her legs or her arms or her back. Many times she fell asleep while she was being rubbed. I became intimately familiar with her skin… the creamy smoothness… the supple curves of her calves and thighs… the smell of… her. Sometimes I would bring my face close to inhale her; it was a musky lemony fragrance I’d never encountered.
She was then only thirty-one, and thirty-five when I graduated high school. She had a young face and could have passed for a woman in her twenties. When we all went out together, to the casual observer, she could have been our sister.
Her young marriage had lasted three years. Early on she dated occasionally but she never had a boyfriend that I knew of for more than a few months. As we got older, she was open and honest with us and never minced words. When I asked her how come she didn’t date more she said, “I don’t seem to find the kind of men I want spend time with… it’s all small talk and games… there aren’t any white-knights out there… forget it, I’d rather stay home… and sex isn’t that big a deal for me.”
That’s a sentence that doesn’t compute for an adolescent male. Sex isn’t a big deal? At that time, in my testosterony fog, it was the only deal. Women’s bodies… faces… legs… they crowded out just about every thought. My mother’s was no exception. Especially when I found out.
The snow was coming down in chunks the day I saw her naked breasts. They weren’t where I wanted them to be. I had come home early when band practice was cancelled and went behind the house to see what I thought of as the ‘Winter Wonderland.’ That’s when each branch has a thick coat of white on it and everything is still. I passed by a window and Paul and my mother were kissing. They weren’t only kissing… mom’s dress was down to her waist and her tit was in Paul’s hand.
I watched in frozen fascination as he felt the tits I had fantasized over. The nipples looked big from where I stood and the youthful form of her breasts awed me. My brother brought my mother’s nipple to his lips and started sucking on it. She just sat there almost immobile, staring off as he fondled her. He took her hand and tried to put it on his crotch but she took it off obviously saying “No.” I was frozen and if they weren’t so occupied I’m sure they would have seen me.
I walked for an hour in the cold, shaking. I was upset and by the time I got home, I knew why. It wasn’t complicated; I wanted it to be me… kissing her… touching her.
That evening was surreal… because everything was so normal. They were both exactly the way they always were. So how long had that stuff been going on between them… how far had they gone… how could I have not known? Those were three of a thousand questions. It seemed like I came all night thinking about what I saw.
When I got up the nerve to tell Paul what I saw he sort of smiled and said, “Old Robin has a great rack doesn’t she?” She did, but I didn’t like the way he said it. I also didn’t like that he always called her Robin.
I pressed him to tell me how it started and he said, “I don’t know… one day I was rubbing her legs while she was laying on the couch you know… and I just kept going over her ass you know? And she said, ‘why did you do that?’ and I said, ‘I wanted to’… and she didn’t say anything else so I kept doing it…you know?” Paul didn’t think any sentence was complete without saying two or three times, ‘you know?’
He told me that he started kissing her and touching her whenever he felt like it and she let him. I couldn’t understand the ‘why’ of any of it and was almost afraid to ask what was really on my mind… but I did. “Did you…?” I almost said ‘you know’.
He knew, and he said before I finished the sentence, “Naw… she won’t let me screw her… but I’m working on it… you know?” I could have smacked him for that last one but that wasn’t our way.
It took me days to digest it all and the best I could come up with was, maybe the pills… maybe she was lonely… maybe he was just taking advantage of my mother. That’s how I started thinking about her; mine not his… I decided that Paul didn’t really care about her.
My dreams or fantasies or nightmares, I wasn’t sure which, had the three of us in combinations that woke me up red faced… and sometimes sticky. My complicity in using her was disturbing to me even in a dream. Her mouth on him… on me… her legs spread… cocks finding their way into all her holes… pearly white by the corners of her lips… white on her breasts… white inside her.
When Christmas vacation rolled around, Paul stayed at college and for the first two days I debated calling him… or a doctor. My mother slept most of time in her clothes. She hardly ate or talked. I wondered how she had been functioning at school. I tried to get her to go to a movie or take a walk but she just wanted to stay in. Finally I told her that I was worried about her and I begged her to cut back on the pills. Finally she agreed, “Okay baby… for you… ” It took a couple of days but she did come back to some semblance of alertness.
One morning after forcing her to have breakfast with me I said, “Mom, I know what you do with Paul… I don’t know why.”
She didn’t blanch or get flustered; she just stared into the milk that was left in the cereal bowl and said slowly, “Oh… that’s nothing Tommy… Paul just likes to kiss… and it’s no big deal.”
“Mom, I know it’s not a big deal to him because it’s just a kick for him… but it should be a big deal… you should love somebody… it would be a big deal to me… a very big deal.”
“Oh sweetie” she said, “Is that what this is about?” She saw the answer in my face and she laughed and said, “You can kiss me too baby… it’s okay.”
I was torn. I wanted to go over to her but a part of me asked if she even knew what she was doing. I guess it’s not surprising which part of me responded. She sat on the stool at the breakfast bar and I walked up to her and kissed her with the kiss I had I been waiting to give her for… forever. My mother offered no resistance and kissed me back putting her arms around my neck and her soft tongue in my mouth.
We might have kissed until doomsday if the overwhelming urge to touch her didn’t move my hand. I reached into the robe and slid the bra strap off her shoulder taking the cup down in one motion. I lifted my mother’s heavy breast and pressed the nipple between my nervous fingers as I continued the kiss. I fondled and massaged the big tit, running my hand along the surprising up-tilt curve considering how full it was. I ran my fingertips down the top until my nails stimulated the nipple. Her response elongated the rubbery tip. She put her hand over my hardening bulge and held me in a warm caress.
I was afraid to take my lips off hers because I thought the world might end or worse, she’d never let me kiss or touch her again. I wanted to tell her I loved her but I didn’t want to stop kissing her. If nothing better would ever happen to me I thought I could live off that moment. Whatever happened later, shame… anger… recriminations… I still would know that I kissed her and she kissed me back.
I was afraid to take the initiative but my mother stood and took off her robe. She pulled the remaining shoulder strap down and her second perfect breast was exposed. I was tongue-tied and mom said nothing. With a half smile she stripped me and pulled down her bridal-white panties. She turned and held the breakfast bar and I was mesmerized by the full round globes of her ass.
I wasn’t sure if she was showing me or inviting me. I knew she had stopped Paul so why would she let me? I was nervous enough to shatter the silence with my stupid question, “Can I be in you, mom?”
The only word my mother would utter came out then. “Yes.” She said.
As I clumsily tried to enter her, my mother reached through her legs to direct my stiff pole into her pussy. I slid in past the wet lips and pushed up in short strokes as more of my cock disappeared into the opening of my wild imaginings. I said, “Mom… mom… mom… ” as I felt myself move deeper between my mother’s legs. I heard her grunt as the last few inches of my cock filled her and my balls rested on her ass.
She made “Mmmmm… ” sounds as she ground and pushed and shook her ass into me. She reached under and both of us moaned louder when she took my balls in her hand and massaged them. As I almost involuntarily began stroking into her pussy she put her hand back on the bar for balance.
I told her, “I wanted to do this for so long mama… to touch you and kiss you… and be in your pussy.” She didn’t respond verbally but did increase her pushing back to meet my thrusts into her. I was inside my mother’s pussy and each stoke notched me up higher. Her soft flesh gloved my hard flesh and when I stayed in her so deep and still, I couldn’t tell which was which.
I wanted to hear her tell me how good it felt to have my cock in her; I took consolation in her soft moans. After stroking my full length into her from a few different angles, I heard her taking quick short breaths and then a high pitched closed mouthed sound came out announcing what I thought must be her orgasm.
It was just fortunate timing because there was nothing I could have done to stop from coming at that moment anyway. I gave her a few long hard thrusts and then I released a burst of cum into my mother’s pussy and held on to her hips for dear life. It was the first time I came inside a woman and the woman was my mother and my legs shook as stream followed stream into my mama’s belly.
As I finished I wrapped her in my arms and stayed inside her pussy as long as I could. I kissed her back and neck and told her I loved her. When she didn’t respond I began to wonder what she was going to do. High on my list was kill me… scream… accuse me of … God no… I would never hurt her… I didn’t force her… did I? I panicked and she must have heard in my voices as I began squeezing her shoulders and arms saying, Mom… mom… mom…?”
She turned and I came out of her and she said, “It’s okay honey… it’s okay.” She kissed me and put her hand on my wet dick burying her face in my neck. I was relieved. She took her robe and hurriedly went into the bathroom. I heard the tub filling and I stood at the door for about ten minutes listening to sounds of her preparing and entering the bath.
I was still nervous and worried and about a thousand other words when I knocked on the door. She told me to come in and I didn’t know if I should look or not look, as she lay naked in the bath. “Mom I… ” was all I could manage and she told me to come sit by her. I sat on the rug and she smiled as she ran her hand over my hair.
“Sweetheart… were you a virgin before we… made love?” I nodded ‘yes’. “Oh God… ” she breathed out. “I hope I didn’t spoil something that should be special for a young man.”
“Mom, ” I said disbelieving. “I was inside you… inside my mother who I love and want… what could be more special than that?” She reached with a wet hand and touched my face as she stretched to kiss me. “Thank you honey” she said.
“I’m glad it was you mom.” I said.
“I’m glad too baby… you make me feel proud that I was your first woman.”
I kneeled; she sat back and I kissed her slippery wet lips. I licked the moisture on them and around them. I kissed her hard and soft and then hard again. The tips of our tongues touched and then mated.
I reached into the warm water and took her buoyant breast into my hand. It was heavy and slick at the same time. As the kiss continued I slid down her shiny belly to the pussy that had been the genesis of my life and my sex life. I massaged and searched for the mysterious point of pleasure. My mother took my finger and pressed it to her clit. She responded strongly as my finger exposed the nub from under the hood.
Her pussy… those are only words… but I had her wet folds between my fingers… I had her sensitive clit at the end of my fingertip… I could feel the walls that my cock had slid against as I explored inside her.
Mom broke the kiss and said, “I don’t know if we should be making this a habit… I don’t think people would approve of what we did.”
“Do you approve mom?” I asked.
“Yes sweetheart … I do… but I just don’t know if this is the best thing right now for you… or for me.”
“Mom,” I asked, “How come you let me… and you didn’t let Paul?”
“I don’t know baby… you made me feel something that I haven’t felt for a long time… you made me feel loved and you made me feel cared for… I still have to sort this all out… ” She gently took my hand from her pussy and kissed it saying “… and until I do… out you go.”
I went to kiss her again and she laughed and said, “Now you be good… you let momma finish her bath and I’ll see you later.” I left with the possibility of having sex with her forever, or possibly never again – and a definite hard-on.
That night mom and I were watching Ken Russell’s Lair of the White Worm. I leaned over and kissed her. She was alert and said, “Oh Tommy I don’t know… ”
I whispered to her, “Just one kiss for the boy who loves you.” She smiled with pursed lips and held up one finger. Our feelings took concrete form in the shape of a kiss. I made the kiss last five minutes and put my hand in her top. Mom helped me along by gently rubbing over my cock. I listened to the up and down sounds of her hand on fabric co-mingle with her soft moans in my mouth. When the kiss ended I said, “Come to my room mom… please… I need to make love to you.”
” Oh Jesus” was all she said as I took her hand and led her from the couch to my bedroom. We left the movie on.
I loved my mother’s tongue. It slid and prodded and played with mine, which is why I kissed her so much. It was restful in her arms and I was more experienced in making out than in making love but I was hoping mom would help equalize the balance. I took her top down and unhooked her bra. I took both tits in my hands and playfully sucked each nipple with a loud popping sound. Mom tapped me on the head with a giggle. She got serious and said in my ear, “Take off your pants and let me suck you.”
I’d been in two girls mouths but never came. The prospect of my cock in my mother’s mouth was exhilarating. I stood before her as she sat on the bed naked from the waist up. She brought me close with her hands behind my ass. Her mouth opened wide as she accepted me. I’d fantasized it before… I once saw a video of a mother taking her son’s cock into her mouth and sucking him until his chalky release was all over her lips and chin; it sent me to the sky. But this was my mother… this was me… and her lips were on my cock… her tongue was on my cock… my mother was sucking me. I had to control myself because I would have come that instant if I had one more thought like that.
I felt as hard as a tire iron in my mother’s mouth as she worked her way up and down the shaft. After a couple of minutes of sucking, she pulled back a bit to look up at me and a silver thread of saliva still connected the tip of her tongue to the tip of my cock. I was so stiff I couldn’t see straight. I though maybe even my soft contacts had gone hard.
When she was satisfied that I was aroused to the point of insanity she licked my cock from the base to the tip and then mercifully returned it to the warm confines of her mouth. The excruciating pleasure continued as she held me and sucked me… every so often her hand weighing, caressing, and fondling my balls.
I knew I was looking at a sight that not many guys had witnessed. Their mother sitting in bed with her breasts exposed and her son’s hard cock moving in and out of her mouth… licking… sucking… tonguing… massaging him with her hands. I was as swollen as I could remember and I was filling my mother’s mouth with my meat.
How long could I go without exploding when it was my mom doing all those things to me? That was when I started to worry… what should I do when I actually come? Should I pull out… maybe that would get cum all over her face and hair? Should I turn away… should I jerk it… should I…?”
My mother must have realized how close I was and she made it easy when she said, “Come in my mouth baby… come in momma’s mouth.” That was all I had to hear. I did what she told me.
I started to come… I started to moan… I started to yell… I stopped myself before it got out of hand but not before the noise got out of my mouth and not before the cum got into my mother’s mouth… the streams of cum… God… the streams of cum… one after the other… in her mouth… in my mother’s mouth… again… oh again… still sucking… she was still sucking… oh… oh… oh… oh… God… nothing could feel that good… nothing…nothing… nothing…
When I caught my breath, I looked at her sweet smiling face and wanted nothing more than to make her come. I wanted my mother to feel in her pussy what she had made me feel. I practically threw her back on the bed and pulled her panties off. I went down on her.
She spread her legs and I sucked in the soft lips and then licked up and down the opening. I put my tongue into her and sampled the moisture that had formed into fine droplets. I liked the taste of the first woman I had taken into my mouth; it made me hungry for all of her.
As I ate my mother’s pussy she was stroking my hair and making soft sounds but after a while she said, “Honey it’s not a big deal if I don’t come… I don’t always and it’s not that important.” I told her it was important to me. She directed my inexperienced tongue to tease and stimulate her clit until I was doing things to her that had her gyrating and climbing.
I was sucking the swollen nub and licking it when she pulled my hair and arched her back; I knew she was about to come. She made a few quick small noises and her back stayed in a high arch as her pussy pushed against my lips and mouth. She exhaled and smiled at me saying, “That was nice baby.”
‘Nice’… I wanted her to be ripped by the claws of Eros… I wanted her to erupt like I did when I came. Given my experience, I thought I would have to learn a lot more before I could do that to her. The good part was that practice would be something to look forward to.
I was in her pussy twice more that night and my control was improving already. She enjoyed that I was able to stroke her longer and harder. She was receptive to me each time I wanted her and seemed pleased that I wanted her so soon after coming. She said she had missed having a strong young cock inside her even tough she never expected it to be mine.
I was in her long enough for her to tell me that she was getting sore. I pulled out of her and said, “Mom don’t you dare move; I’ll be right back.” She laughed as I went into the bathroom where I greased up my cock with a thick layer of pasty jelly.
She was lying on her belly when I came back to bed. I got on her and she turned her head and said, “Hi sweetie.” I laid my elongated cock between the silvery globes of my mother’s ass and slid the greased rod along, working it between the pliant flesh. I really had no thought or intention of being in her ass but when she raised herself and spread her knees the small hole became more exposed.
I put the cock- head against the pinkish pucker. After a momentary hesitation, I pushed. My mother came alive and said, “Oh God… oooh… oooh.” She shook her head and some moisture came off her hair. She leaned her head into the pillow and reached back and spread her ass cheeks and I pushed in deeper. She repeated the “oooh” sounds but with a more guttural intensity.
I could see that I was big for her and inched in slowly before stroking her. Finally I had the thick meat all inside my mother. Even looking at the stretched hole with my cock in it I couldn’t believe that I had been able to penetrate that deep into her ass.
I was more astonished by what came next. She started talking and moaning and whining. “OH Christ yes… oh… oh… do it… do it… give it to your momma… ” I watched my greased rod entering and exiting my mother’s ass again and again until the constriction of her tight hole made everything feel white-hot.
I pushed into her ass as far as I could go and then left it in savoring the sensation of her tight channel squeezing and milking my cock with the small spasms she was having. Any concerns I had about stopping evaporated when she started moving on my cock and pushing back.
“Yes … that’s good baby… oh honey… it’s so big in there… in my ass… harder baby… oh honey… Tommy… Tommy… this is where I need you to be… in my ass… please baby… harder… please don’t stop… ”
I couldn’t believe she said ‘harder’. I drove into her ass and only held back a bit because I was afraid of hurting her. When I was sure she could take it all, I gave her all I had… every inch… with every stroke.
I don’t know why, but with all I was feeling, it struck me that I was proud of her… proud of my mother for being able to take all of me into her ass and let me love her that way… and take pleasure in it.
I told her and I stroked her and I went in deep, deeper, and deepest into my mother’s ass until her voice rang with a piercing “AHHhhhhhh… ” as she came. She came moaning and talking at the same time… she came totally and I saw milky fluid begin to leak from her pussy onto the bed as the assfucking continued.
I was floored by my mother’s response to having her son’s cock buried deep in her ass. I was so turned on at hearing her beg me to fuck her it was almost impossible to maintain control. I let go with a burst of cum that made my body recoil. I continued to fill my mother’s ass as her cries spurred me on until I had flooded her with my cum. I watched as the cream formed around the pucker that gripped my cock.
Her pleasure filled me with love and I told her over and over with each insertion of my cock into her. I couldn’t imagine feeling better or more loved. I wouldn’t stop kissing her when we finished and she held me as if she would never let me go. I wish she never had.
I was the happiest I can remember at that moment and we talked for a long time. I knew the sex was good for her and that’s why what happened later disturbed me so much. I know because I made her tell me… I asked her what it was like to have her son inside her and she said, “It felt wonderful.”
I said, “No mom, tell what it was really like for you… I want to know what you were thinking… what it felt like… what the experience was for you… with all the gory details.”
She smiled and said, “You mean with all the lovely details… well… I loved that you wanted me so much. I felt it with every touch and every kiss. I don’t think a man had ever desired me that way in my whole life. When you were in me that way, I stopped thinking. When you entered me from behind all I did was feel. And everything felt good: the length and width of you filling me, your hands all over me, and the streams of cum that you released into me. And especially the love and desire in the way you called my name… with each stroke into me – ‘Robin… Robin… Robin… ‘ it was like a grasping at the wind… it soon didn’t sound like my name at all.
I thought about being your mother and all that we were doing… and I wasn’t sorry… I wasn’t sorry that my beautiful young son wanted his mother’s pussy and… and I wasn’t sorry that you wanted to be in my ass… I just underestimated what your hard young cock would do to me.” She let out a short laugh and then got serious again.
“I’d never had a man there so when I felt your cock against the opening I got nervous but I wanted to do it for you. I thought I was ready but when you first entered into me it felt like a marble pillar was working its way in. I know I was moaning into the pillow when I felt you opening me so wide.
When you had about half of that long cock of yours in, I really started to feel the pressure and heat. I felt like I was being stretched to the point of splitting. At that moment I thought it would be impossible for you to get it all into me but that was what I wanted. I remember thinking ‘My Tommy is loving me with his cock’ and that I wanted it all.
It was then that I started to relax and feel more than just the pressure and heat. I started to feel the sensations of your cock sliding smoothly in and out of my greased channel… the rubbing of those membranes started to send pleasure signals to my pussy and my brain.
When you told me you loved me, it felt good… it all felt good. It felt good to think that my son wanted to be in my ass and that was where I wanted him to be. It felt even better to actually have you inside me because I could feel you loving me with each long hard stroke.
When all of your cock was stuffed into me, I heard a long sigh of relief from you and I could hear the smile in it. It felt so good but I could hardly believe that it was only one cock that was in me. Your rhythm became a gentle one and the slow easing of your shaft in and out of my ass was satisfying and exciting at the same time.
I was stretched and filled to the limit but I had you all inside me and when you said you were proud of me and that I looked so beautiful… taking it… all of it… that was when I started to come… I mean really with cum. That was another first for me. I never came with fluid before… it felt so strange… God… I don’t think anything ever felt as good.”
My mother ran her fingers through my hair and said, “Does that answer your question my pretty boy?” I responded with a long loving kiss.
Our lovemaking changed after that night; and so did our lives. Mom was much more enthusiastic about everything; she even cooked. We slept in the same bed after that for almost four years. Being in her arms with her naked body on mine was almost as good as being inside her every night. I learned how to be a good lover for my mother and we both learned how to take care of each other.
I went to a college within commuting distance to stay near her and each day seemed like the start of a wonderful vacation. I wanted to live with her forever because she graced my life with joy… but vacations do end.
Very few lives are ‘neat’. My mother’s and mine were no exceptions. During the winter before I was to graduate my mother said, “Honey it’s time… you have to go out and a make a life for yourself… meet a nice girl and have children… I don’t want to deny you those experiences.” If I had looked out the window I would have seen a white-flecked sky.
I was dumbfounded; I told her I didn’t care about being married and having children with someone that would never mean to me what she did. I told her she was all I needed… I told her and I told her. We talked for days and weeks but she wouldn’t be moved. She went on about the difference in our ages and a hundred other reasons why it was the right time for me to find a new direction. Nothing I said had any effect.
By the spring I had found an apartment for myself. Even though I wasn’t going far, the day I moved out was rough for both of us. I didn’t understand why it had to be that way and nothing she said explained it away.
Our physical separation didn’t end our love life but it did curtail it. Sometimes I would spend the weekend with her and sometimes she would tell not to come over for a week. It was like being separated from a part of my soul.
I always thought she was wrong… wrong… wrong. I still do now. I went out with quite a few girls but couldn’t get serious with any of them, until Pearl. My mother realized what I was doing after about eighteen months and took matters into her own hands. She introduced me to Pearl who worked for a few of her friends.
My mother set me up in both senses. Pearl had come to the U.S. to escape a terrible home life. She needed to stay and my mother thought I needed a wife. We suited each other’s needs but it was more than that. She was an intelligent woman, about two years older than I. She wanted a family in a safe place and she was a loving person. My mother knew I would like her. I told my mother I wouldn’t live a lie with Pearl… figuring if I told Pearl about our relationship she’d head for the hills.
Mom made me compromise. I told Pearl I had a woman I saw sometimes and was not willing to give her up. I didn’t say who she was. She said she could accept that if I always came home and treated her well. I tried to. The wedding and decorations were white and it might as well have all been snow.
We all settled into a compromised way of living. I couldn’t decide if some is better than none when your entire being wants it all. I didn’t find it funny or ironic when Pearl said how nice it was that I was so concerned about my mother and visited her so often.
Neither my mother nor I could conceive of not having each other at all so we did make love, but not enough for me. I knew that there could never be a woman who would arouse me like my mother. She was much more passionate than Pearl and a lot ‘younger’ in her enjoyment of sex in all it’s variations. The comparison didn’t make my life easier.
I loved my mother but on some occasions my frustration led me to take it out on her in sex play that was rougher than it should have been. One time we met at a hotel not far from where I worked. I brought ropes. When we had played like that before we always used ‘safe words’ to signal if it was too much. I splayed her on her stomach and tied her to the four corners.
Usually we talked or role-played; that time I didn’t say a word. Things were not going well with pearl and I was angry. I reached under my mother’s breasts and pinched both of her nipples hard. I rammed myself into her pussy without the usual kisses and caresses. I bit her and slapped her ass. I fucked her. I had fucked her before but always while feeling love. Then I was only fucking her.
As I pounded her from behind for a long time, my exertions sapped my energy and anger. I stopped. The thought that I was hurting the person I loved and the person that loved me was numbing. I untied her and held her in my arms while I gently stroked from her hair to her breasts and ass and kept repeating, “I’m sorry mom… I’m sorry.”
She was on the verge of tears but she kissed me and said, “It’s okay baby… ” In thinking about it afterwards I realized that she must have been punishing herself too because she never used the ‘safe words’… not once. After a while we talked about it and the realization brought us back to more loving ways.
Things went on for a while status quo and then every so often my mother would go through the charade of telling me that we probably should stop or how I was going to get tired of her as her body aged. I usually answered with something like, “Sure mom, you’d be right if I was only having sex with your body… but I know that I’m always going want you because I love you. It’s you… Robin… that I want to make love to… not just your body.”
She would relent as she always did and tell me to love her always… and she would open herself for me and I would love her… and I would think how it was impossible to do what I was doing… being married and not able or willing to give up the loving of my mother.
Well it was impossible. We went on for about a year while Pearl and I tried having a baby. The Doctors weren’t sure but they thought Pearl might be unable to conceive. This added tension in our relationship but not as much as the phone conversation she overheard.
Freud would probably disagree but I really thought she wasn’t home when I called my mother. Pearl was in another room and hit the speakerphone to make a call. She heard too much. I can imagine the jolt when she heard her husband telling his mother how much he missed her and how much he wanted to sleep with her.
The confrontation was ugly. The names she called me were fitting and understandable. What angered her most was that I wasn’t willing to make excuses; I would only say that I was sorry she was hurt, and I was but I had no intention of stopping. When the emotional tidal wave ended, Pearl suggested that maybe we could find a way to make it work. She said she needed some time and asked me not to see my mother until we sorted it out. I agreed and time seemed to slow to a standstill.
Finally Pearl decided that she wanted out and I didn’t blame her. She left and my mother came to me. As usual, after not having her for so many days, I rushed to be inside her. When that had happened in the past she had said I made love to her in ‘reverse gear’ because I would take her quickly and then after we came, I would kiss and touch her for a long while like foreplay. But my mother always seemed ready for me to be in her… always with creamy drops of moisture to facilitate my entry into her pussy. That night was like that.
After our quick first lovemaking session I was sitting at the edge of the bed and my mother was standing in front of the mirror brushing her hair. I was admiring the curve of her back as it guided my eyes over her well-rounded ass. We were talking and I could feel myself stiffening as I took a virtual tour of the curves and openings. I said “Mom, come here.”
She turned and brought her breasts to me. I inhaled and buried my face between them before sucking the long rubbery tips. Her hand took hold of my cock that was reaching upwards in anticipation of her. She eased herself onto me.
Thoughts of my other life faded as they always had when the wet grip of my mother’s channel massaged my cock. By the time she was sitting on me, the sensations of her sex on mine had me totally engorged and hardened. With her legs wrapped around my back, we moved in unison in the lubrication of her juices. She kissed me as she raised and lowered herself as I pushed up as much as I could off the bed.
I put my arms around her and told her to tell me that she knew how much I loved her. She said, “I know you love me sweetheart… almost as much as I love you.” When her rhythm began to accelerate I managed to turn her under me without coming out of her. Each of my full insertions into her pussy brought her closer to the edge.
I stopped every so often and remained deep in her to savor the sensations on my embedded cock. When I returned to an increased pace of stroking she said, “Please wait baby… don’t make me come yet.”
I came out of her and she took me in her mouth for a short time, sucking me with passion as she stroked my shaft. She got on her knees and opened herself with her hands. I positioned myself to take her analy. As she pushed back toward my saliva-coated cock she said, “Make love to me in my ass baby… so I can feel you filling me.”
I gave her what we both wanted. I moved in her tighter channel almost as fluidly as I could in her pussy. As the friction heated us both, she took all of me up her ass. It was the feeling I always strove for… the feeling that I possessed her. When I had my cock deep in her ass, she was mine… even if only for a little while. I drove in deep as her hole stretched to receive me and then let the sounds of her pleasure wash over me.
Both of our bodies broke out in perspiration as the length of my cock pierced and penetrated the narrow passageway time and again. My mother said, “Oh honey, you can’t imagine how I’ve wanted this… and knowing that I kept you from me… oh baby, can you forgive me?”
I said, “There’s nothing to forgive… I know why you did it and now it doesn’t matter anymore… there’s only us mom and this… now you belong to me.” I held her and pumped my stiff cock in and out of my mother’s hole. I watched as the reddening circle stayed open momentarily and then closed awaiting my next insertion to stretch it open.
My mother said, “Yes baby… I belong to you… for whatever you want… mamma’s here whenever you want me… oh God… ” She reached back to take one of my hands and clasp it to her breast. The stroking into her shiny greased opening speeded up and she said, “I love it when you’re in my ass taking me this way… it’s so good… baby… baby… I’m sorry… I’m sorry… don’t ever be away from me again… just love me… always… like this… always… always.”
I calmed her as I continued stroking more of me into the hot hole that brought us both to the edge of orgasm. “Yes mom… it’s okay… we’re together now and I’ll always be with you… and inside you… loving you and fucking you…like this… like this… ”
When I knew that my eruption into her was past my control, I pinched her erect nipple between my fingers and gave her back a spate of love bites in quick succession. As the first jet of cum was released into her, the “Ohhh…” she kept repeating was almost a cry. The thick soothing fluid soon overflowed and the lubricating effect allowed me to finish with short rapid stabs into her ass and that drained us both. She was still apologizing as I kissed her all over her face.
Perhaps our separation was for the best because by then we both knew that that the only chance we had to be happy was with each other. I told her, “Mom we’re getting out of here and going to be together. We’re going to live together so we can love together.” She kissed me and said, “Okay love… yes… wherever you want.”
As she lay in my arms, her warm skin all over me I was filled with love and longing even though I was holding her. I said “Mom, I know we can’t do it for a hundred reasons, but I can’t help thinking how nice it would be to have a baby with you.” That got to her. The flood of feelings was evident. Her eyes glistened.
“Oh my God… oh honey, it’s beautiful that you want me to have your baby… it makes me feel so loved. And even if it can’t be, you should know that I’ll always have the feeling that you want to… with me. Every time you’re in me and cum in me I’ll know… I’ll know… ” She started to cry and I held her in the way that told her she was safe.
We made quiet love. I entered her pussy and we kissed continuously as we synchronized to a slow easy rhythm. I slipped in and out of the wet channel and lost track of time. There was only our loving… a son inside his mother’s pussy and heart… a mother whose body was opened for her son in love… only the sounds of our breathing and our kissing and our joining could be heard. I didn’t have to ask her how it felt to have her son moving inside her… filling her… loving her. My mother didn’t have to ask me how it felt to be in the warmth of her caressing pussy. We didn’t have to tell each other when we were coming and there’s no prediction of snow for tomorrow.
