Incest stories, mom and son, Power shifts from mother to son, At five minutes after nine on a Monday morning I left Warren’s office with a broad smile on my face. I was going to enjoy this project a lot more than I should. I’ve only been a real investment banker for about two years so getting to rescue a company single handed was a big vote of confidence from the two partners. What they didn’t know was that it was my mother’s company.
I’m John, 25 years old and working for a small hedge fund. I graduated Suma Cum Laude from Penn state and then got my MBA from Wharton. But what I didn’t put on my resume was what got me here. Somehow Warren found out I’d turned twenty thousand dollars, my tuition, into one and one half million. I took out loans to cover the tuition cost and then invested the money my mother had given me for grad school. Sounds good, right? It was, till I made a risky options play in my second year of grad school and ended up with about 50K. I was humiliated and pulled back from the market.
Me? I’m six three and lean also. I work out but I’m also blessed with amazing genes so I’m well, damn good looking. I was approached to do modeling but declined. It doesn’t challenge me. My hair is blonde and my eyes brown. Oh, and I have a thick 7 and half inch long circumcised penis and I shave my pubic region too. I figured you’d like to know.
I have what people have called ‘presence’, that innate aura that I’m somehow in charge. I like it.
During my interview with Warren Jasperman I thought I was doing well when he suddenly asked some very specific questions as so why I chose that options play. I was stunned. I figured this interview was toast. I answered him in detail, no point in trying to cover since, as I found out later, Warren and Calder’s network was very big. He listened very carefully, asked more questions and then told me I was hired. My stunned look asked the question my mouth wouldn’t. He smiled and explained.
“You had the right position, as you know. You just lacked the deep pockets to ride out the dip. We have those pockets.”
And that is how I became an investment banker. For the next two years I was tutored extensively. I had no social life. Whatever time I had way from the office was spent on case studies. This was going to be my test. Warren and Calder had given me the briefing and the doc box.
“John, this company was closely held until two years ago. To fund expansion the owner made a public offering and handed out options. However, she didn’t pay attention and now over 50% of the stock is out there. There are vultures circling. She has a couple of good products but it’s the research they want. She has asked us to defend her company. In return we will get a big piece of it and we will have any future public offerings. Now go save our company.”
I had no other clients so the rest of my day was spent dissecting my mother’s most cherished accomplishment. It was impressive.
Growing up, I, of course, loved my mother but I also admired her. She was always in charge, always ‘on’. It was from her that I inherited my ‘presence’. She could also be very affectionate and my sister and I were well aware that she also enjoyed sex. Even with the door closed it was obvious. We’d sit in the hall and giggle listening. Mom worked long hours but always made the games and plays that my sister and I were in. Now I was seeing what she had built.
She had a small manufacturing company that made stuff not germane to this story. But more than just her products, she had a research department that spun out one idea after another. That was what they were after, those ideas. It was clear that mom had not considered the concept that someone might come after her company. I had my work cut out for me but the biggest challenge was going to be to get her to listen to me.
By the time I left my office at nine PM I knew as much about Miranda’s company as she did. Warren had set up a meeting with her, in her office, tomorrow at ten. She assumed it was with Warren.
My mom kept her maiden name for business reasons and the partners had not delved into her personal life so they were sending me to what they thought was a tough meeting with a tough broad. That part they had right.
Mom’s secretary tried not to leave her mouth gaping open when she looked up at me. We chatted briefly, I was of course, charming. The secretary was fortyish attractive and well-built with a small maybe B chest and a wedding ring. I made no attempt to make a pass at her even though I knew she’d say yes if I did. I had much more important issues. She ushered me into her boss’s office, got me some coffee and left.
Five minutes later Miranda Kaufman, my mother, strode through the door. I stood up. She saw me, quickly looked around the room and looked at me again, this time quizzically.
“John, it’s wonderful to see you but your timing is a bit off, I was supposed to meet with someone. Could you come back another time?”
“Hello Mother. Actually I can’t come another time. This is my appointment.”
She was back in charge now. She sat at her desk and called up her calendar.
“I’m not sure if you’re trying to be funny but you’re not. I’m meeting with Warren Jasperman today and it’s very important so I need you to leave.”
“I work for Warren, he sent me.”
I had told mom I worked for an investment bank but she never asked which one. In her world, nothing was serious except her. She looked at me in surprise. There was a pause.
“No, no, no, there is some mistake. I am NOT putting the future of my company in the hands of a child.”
I began to speak and she waved me off as she poked the phone. I sat as she talked to Warren. He clearly was not letting on he knew nothing of this and he also was not giving ground. After a few minutes mom hung up. She just stared at me.
“You really traded your tuition into a million and half?”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? Ask me to invest?”
“Because I knew you wouldn’t take me seriously. Would you?”
She thought for a moment.
“No, I wouldn’t have.”
I looked straight into her eyes.
“And what would you have said after the position cratered, mother?”
She did not like my inquisition but she answered.
“I would have told you that you were stupid and an amateur.”
She paused.
“Well, Warren, whom I trust beyond words, says you are the best and that they will be reviewing any moves with you so I guess I’m stuck.”
I decided to ignore that remark.
“I have a plan of action and I’d like to go over it with you.”
“I have an hour, let’s get started.”
We moved to the conference table and I spread out the papers and computer printouts. I gave her the background of her adversaries and what we believed they wanted. That part was easy. When I laid out the plan she listened for about twenty five minutes. It was radical, but it was the only way. I watched her face get tighter. Her hands clenched. She finally stood up. She towered over me. As she spoke she hit the table for emphasis.
“NO! I will NOT do this! You’re going to cost my people their jobs, your going to strip me of my power to run this company and it will fail! You’re a damn child and you have no idea what it’s like to run a company!”
Now I stood, slowly. I’m just barely taller than her and I can look nearly level into her eyes. I spoke in a deferential tone.
“Mother, you need to do this because it is the only way to save your first child.”
She was still mad.
“Which my second child is tying to the railroad tracks and hoping the train derails first!”
I sat down, which calmed her and she followed. I continued in the same respectful tone. But under it was a streak of confidence.
“Mother, this plan is in phases. We’ll know if it is working fairly early. Please agree to implement the first phase and be patient. Remember, Warren and Calder signed off on this, they will be watching.”
My mother leaned back and sighed. She reached up and tucked a stray dark amber lock of her hair out of her eyes.
“I agree, but only because they are watching. Grown-ups need to be in charge of things like this.”
I left her office and headed home. I’d never stood up to her. Even that tiny little bit. You just didn’t. I didn’t Jackie, my sister, would never have thought of doing it and certainly not my father.
CHAPTER 2
Dad and mom have a very interesting dynamic. He’s a golf pro. He did a few years on the PGA circuit, won a few mid-level tournaments and leveraged that into a nice spot at the most prestigious country club in the county. It is from him I got my charm; he has it in spades and uses it liberally. He’s no dope. He reads voraciously and knows a lot about what’s going on in the world. He just has no ambition. But mom uses him. When she meets power couples, it’s his job to keep the wife busy so mom can get the deal done. He behaves, with them.
But when I was eighteen and working in the club for the summer I found out his hobby. Fucking MILF’s.
I found out, by sneaking through the back door to a storeroom behind my dad’s office that dad had three wives he was banging on an occasional basis. Once I’d seen the act on all three I got bored. I was getting laid by Becky Henderson and she left me exhausted. Plus, a year before I had lost my virginity to mom’s best friend and she still called, she was worse so watching sex just didn’t have that allure. Till one night, by accident, I discovered a huge secret.
It was my third year in college. I had actually worked late in the repair shed at the back of the course. I was returning the cart back to the clubhouse. I saw dad’s car and the shadow of another. I was in that kind of mood so I thought I’d sneak in and see which of his toys was on deck tonight.
I got in place in the store room and slipped the door into his office open. They’d been there a while. This was a new woman too. Dad had her on the carpeted floor. They were both naked, of course. I was looking at them from the side. The girl was younger than the others and on the tall side. She was blonde and had a nice shape. She was on her knees and her head was on the rug. Dad had a good grip on her hips and was pounding her young pus. She just groaned and wiggled her firm ass. Dad looked like he was close.
“Yeah baby get ready! OHHHFUUCCKKK I’m gonna cum!”
Her muffled voice came from the carpet.
“OHHHHHHHH DO IT! Ohhhhh cum in me!”
He gave one hard jam and held, grunting as his cum jetted up her baby ramp. When he was done he just held himself in there for a minute. They were both panting. He slowly pulled his wilting monster out of her and just kneeled as the girl rolled over and gave me a perfect view of, long legs, a shaved pussy covered in goo, two lovely C sized tits with huge nipples and my sister’s face! She lay spread eagled and smiling.
“Oh dad! I love the way you fuck!”
Dad was getting up.
“Well, it was your idea, Jackie. I would never had thought you were interested.”
“Oh man, John and I used to listen to you two fuck. Then I’d go back to my room and masturbate wishing my dad’s cock was in me.”
Dad grinned.
“If I only knew.”
Jackie giggled.
“Dad, I was sixteen, that’s bit early, you know.”
“True, so you and that monk of a brother actually listened?”
Jackie laughed.
“I don’t think he’s a monk dad. He’s just very career driven.”
Dad was getting dressed.
“Well, I don’t have to tell you. Ya gotta have some fun in life. So why did you wait so long to seduce your old man?”
Jackie stood up. I admired her. I hadn’t seen my older sister naked, well, ever. She’s statuesque, like mom but she oozes sensuality. She stood and made no attempt to get dressed as she talked to her father.
“Well, I never thought I could until I was here one night when you were giving some wife a good fucking. I was in that store room, watching.”
I freaked. I couldn’t get out fast without making a noise. But I was okay, nobody moved towards the door. Jackie continued as she looked around and found her thong.
“Well, I figured, since you already were cheating, and I already knew you were a sex fiend, maybe I should give you a try.”
“But I’m your father.”
She giggled as she hooked her bra.
“That’s what made it so hot. That turns me on. Fucking family.”
Dad laughed.
“Ever make a pass at your brother?”
Jackie paused and I stopped breathing.
“I don’t know how he’d react. We never talk sex and I have no idea how much experience he has.”
Dad just shrugged and got dressed. They chatted some more and made another date. I had to stay in that damn room another half hour before they both left and I could get out.
I sat in my car, thinking. I’d never seen incest, or read about it or looked at incest porn. Yeah I knew my sister was hot but I never tried to peek. Now I’d watched her fuck my dad and knew she might try and fuck me.
The next night I was out on one of my infrequent dates. She was an old high school pal, married and unhappy. We’d arranged a hook up but at the last minute she had to cancel. I went back home and slipped into the house. Jackie was out. She was out every night. The woman lived to fuck. Kinda like her father, no surprise they ended up screwing.
As I was walking up the stairs I was wondering when and if my sister was going to come onto me and what I was going to do. The wonderful sounds of sex filled my ears. Mom and dad had left the door open. I slowly worked my way down the dark hall and peeked in. What I saw changed my life.
The TV was on, playing a porn movie with no sound. My mother’s tall strong frame was on top of dad. She was posting on his big dick. There was enough light that I could see every detail of her. Her tight waist, big hard breasts, swinging as she moved, her long auburn hair swaying and as she rose I saw her cleft, shiny and bare. I felt my penis grow without my hand anywhere near it. She was amazing. She had her hands flat on his chest and was talking. I had to try and get my dick out, I needed to cum.
“Fuck me, you cheating bastard! Fuck your wife! You know I’m a better fuck than any of them!’
She knew! And approved! So damn kinky! Dad groaned.
“Oh Miranda! You’re the best fuck ever! Thank you for letting me fuck you baby!”
‘You’re welcome you ingrate, now make me cum!”
She was even in charge in bed. As I watched and tried not to cum I wondered if there ever would be a way to make her submissive, to me. Jackie wasn’t interesting any more. Mom changed to cinder shifting on dad’s big dick.
“Oh baby, I love the way your pussy feels. Thank you for fucking me.”
Mom was panting. Her long hair flipped back and forth as her hips slid up and down dad’s sweaty thighs. She never stopped looking at him. In mid stroke she stopped.
“Who are you fucking George? Tell me!”
Dad was trying to fuck her but she’s big and held him still.
“I told you baby. Just those three, Jenkins, Swarthmore and Collingwood. Please fuck me, I’m so close the shooting!”
She went back to sliding her hips back and forth. But slowly.
“OHHHYYYEEAAHH! That’s sooooo nice, baby!”
Mom had her head back, she was enjoying it too.
“I’m going to cum on your cheating cock George. Cum with me, fill me!”
“YES YES! Oh yeah, fuck me till I cum baby!”
Now mom was riding him like a storefront pony. I could hear the liquid sound of their union. My cock was out and I was stroking hard. I wanted to cum watching my mom getting fucked. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. In a few seconds it was over for all three of us.
“Cumming Asshole! Cumming on your lousy cock! ARRGGGHHHH!”
“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck! YEAH! UNNGGGHGHHHH!”
And a hot rope of cum jetted out of my cock and against my palm. It was so warm. I was fighting to not pant and be heard. I slowly slipped away. He didn’t tell her about Jackie. As hard as I tried, I never saw that act again, well, at home.
In my second year of grad school Jackie made her move. She showed up at my apartment one night, seriously stewed. I had a casual girlfriend at the time. I’d tell the whole story but it doesn’t have a sexy ending. Basically she took off her clothes and tried to blow me. I managed to avoid giving in, it wasn’t easy, and got her to bed. There was only one family member I had plans for.
CHAPTER 3
I didn’t see mom for a few days after our first meeting. The first phase of the plan was in play and we just had to wait. Warren and Calder had warned me that, no matter how well you planned, there would be unpleasant surprises. The blue back (lawyer talk for legal notice) that showed up mid-afternoon on Thursday was like a cold bucket of water. I immediately dropped everything else and buried myself in the response. I was at about an hour later when my secretary stuck her head in.
“She’s on the phone and raging. Are you in?”
She gave a pained smile. Janice is great; she’d take a bullet for me, or my cock. But I’d never offer she’s way too valuable to risk for just sex. I smiled and waved her out. I picked up the phone.
“You ass! You really fucked this up! Did you READ this thing? I’m going to be out on my ass next week and it’s all YOUR fault! I do not know why I trusted you! Damn you!”
And then she was gone. I stared at the phone and actually laughed. Well, I’ll call her back later, after I finish the plan. Two hours later I got a call from Calder. Mom had called him, of course. He was great. He said nothing about the family connection but stood firm with her. She insisted he take over and he resolutely refused. She was livid. She hated not being in charge of this and worse she hated that I was and that I knew more than her. When I called her back her mood had gone from towering rage to sullen anger.
“Mother, we need to meet to go over our response.”
“I’m fucked either way, what’s the point?”
I laughed.
“Hardly, not even close. But it’s going to take a lot of time and research to nullify their action. Come to my house Friday night at nine.”
“Why can’t we meet in my office?”
Mom trying to control, again. I was polite.
“No mother, my house, nine PM.”
She acted like she hadn’t heard me.
“Then our house, if you prefer.”
I sighed to myself.
“Mother, you heard me, I’ll be waiting. Goodbye.”
I gently hung up the phone. That was the most defiant thing I had ever done to my mother and I had done it so politely. Now, all she had to do was show up.
CHAPTER 4
She did and right on time. She must have come straight from the office because she carried only her business case, no luggage. She probably thought this wouldn’t take long and then tomorrow she could call Warren or Calder to check. I opened the door and we were eye to eye, she had her heels on. Her face was a little drawn. The merest impression of dark circles shaded under her eyes. I’d never seen that. This situation must be taking a toll. She came in and looked at me. I pointed to my dining room which had been changed into the war room for this project. My antique mahogany table had three twenty seven inch monitors on it tied into the server in my basement. Stacks of papers were neatly arranged in front of the other chair. I was ready. I didn’t bother asking her if she had eaten. Silently she took her place, now she was glaring at me, just a little. I sat next to her.
“Now mother, this is what’s going on.”
Three hours later she was having trouble keeping her eyes open. She’d been with me the whole time and now I was done. She looked mildly impressed.
“This was all your work, your idea?”
“Yes.”
“This is risky. Why do you think it will work?”
“Because, they know I’m running this. All they see is a young kid and it’s making them cocky. I, on the other hand have gone over every takeover they have done or tried. I can pretty safely guess what they will do next.”
Mother scoffed.
“Oh like this thing I got the other day?”
“Mother, that was a set up. I didn’t know what they would send and I needed to flush them out early. Yeah it was a shock but, as you see we’re ready.”
Mom just looked at me hard for a few seconds. A glimmer of admiration crossed her face. Her green eyes had a peculiar light.
“You really do know what you’re doing, don’t you?”
I ignored her remark. But that was a breakthrough.
“You look beat.”
She sighed and got up.
“Yes, But I should be alright to drive.”
Now was another chance to turn the tables.
“You’re not driving.”
She looked right at me and raised an eye.
“Excuse me?”
“You’re exhausted. I am not risking my client’s health and possibly life. You will stay here tonight.”
I have a really big fucking house, so it’s not like it was a hardship.
“But I brought nothing.”
“Mother, I’ll give you something to wear tonight and wash your clothes for the morning. It’s Saturday so it won’t matter that they are today’s outfit, you’re only going home.”
She seemed to be thinking.
“Mom, it’s not an offer, it’s an order. You know damn well you’re too tired to drive an hour. Just stay.”
My softened tone and change of address did it.
“Yes, I suppose you’re right.”
I showed her to one of the guest rooms. I had laid out towels, a washcloth and a double X tee shirt for her to wear and no robe. Initially she took no notice. As I left I told her;
“I’ll be down in the laundry off the butler’s pantry, bring your clothes down and I’ll wash them.”
A few minutes later she appeared at the door of the laundry in my long grey Nittany Lions T shirt looking a little uncomfortable and carrying a small bundle.
“Don’t you have any pajamas?”
I had my head in the washer.
“Nope.”
“Well, what do you wear to bed?”
“Nothing.”
There was a pause.
“Do you at least have a robe I could use?”
“Don’t own one.”
I said as I turned and took the small bundle from her arms. Actually I own five robes, cotton to silk, but I didn’t want to cover this gem up. I looked her over as I took her clothes. Her eyes were a nice contrast to the grey fabric. I imagined, no, remembered what was under just that tee. She didn’t leave, that was interesting. I slowly put each item of her clothing in the wash, pausing, just a little, to hold her bra, it was still warm. I saw the label, 38 C. Something was missing.
“Mother, where are your panties?”
My regal mother actually blushed.
“I have them on.”
I sighed. Time to change my tone, just a little.
“Mom, you need to have them washed, what would grandma say?”
Her mother was a fanatic about hygiene.
“But, I won’t…”
I just stood and looked. Trying to channel her mother. Mom went to leave.
“Where are you going, mom?”
“To take them off, you’re right.”
“Stop, don’t be silly. You’re going to walk all the way back up there for that? Just slip them off right here.”
She looked at me like I was drooling peanut butter.
“In front of you?”
“Yes, mom, geez we’re family. Besides the shirt is so long you’ll be able to keep your modesty. Not like that time on the beach.”
She reddened up at that one.
“You weren’t supposed to be back so soon!”
I smiled.
“Yeah sure, but what about that guy…”
“Okay, okay.”
She cut me off. It was a long time ago. Jackie and I were both teens. We’d gone for ice cream on a beach vacation. She and dad had been fucking up a storm in the dunes at the beach. We came back faster than they expected. Jackie and I saw a guy peeking and then saw it was them he was watching. But we could tell they saw him. This is the first time I ever mentioned it. Mom looked at me. I just looked into her eyes. She slowly slid her hands up under the hem of the tee, trying to keep it down. It worked. I watched her fingers under the grey fabric as she hooked the waistband and slid them down. I hoped she would not see that my cock was getting hard. With the tee shirt and her careful moves I saw nothing, but my reward came as she handed me a Victoria’s Secret red thong. Ohhhhh, it was still warm. As I went to put it in the washer I moved it up under my nose, just in passing. Her scent was strong and unbelievably exciting. I wanted to pocket them for later. But I was looking at her and she saw. She got a funny look on her face. Not anger, not confusion, I’m not sure.
As we left the laundry to go through the kitchen I had an idea.
‘Mom, would you like a Brandy?”
I was calling her mom, now. Shifting and softening our positons. It was working. She paused.
“Why not, I can sleep in.’
I got a bottle of the best stuff I had and two snifters. She followed me to the media room which doesn’t have stadium seats it has large deep sectional sofas. I like to lounge when I watch movies. Mom was a little surprised.
“Interesting furniture.”
I climbed on and pointed to the other side.
“Oh it’s the best, just try it.”
She tried to remain demure as she clambered over to her side. She was quite graceful. Her long legs swung up, pulling the hem up but not far enough to see her charms. Her breasts moved under the grey fabric, shifting and making her nipples stand out, just a little. She made a little show of settling in, pulling the tee shirt down and keeping her legs straight and close. The lighting was subdued but I made sure I had a light aimed where I wanted it, just in case. I jumped up on the couch and settled in. I just had real loose track shorts on, no accident there. I took the remote. It has a small screen that shows what you’ve been watching or you can call up the library. I called up a movie that just happened to have a few hot sex scenes and a sub plot of possible romance between mother and son and let it play quietly.
I had arranged the lights so one shown on my hips, more or less and one on hers. It was accent lighting and not nearly as obvious as it sounds. But when mom leaned back the light framed her legs. It did the same on my side. As the movie played, mom alternated between looking at the movie and looking at me and at the room. She sipped her brandy and I sipped mine. As she shifted around she seemed to get a little casual about her modesty. The movie opened with a four way soft porn sex scene and it had gotten me hard. I decided to not hide it. I just lay there with a fat bulge under my shorts, highlighted by LED lighting. My erection had pulled the leg of my shorts open. I was sure my dick and balls were at least partially on display, particularly when I ‘accidently’ spread my legs, just briefly. She noticed, her eyes widened and recovered quickly. The film was not very good but all the talent was good looking and there were a lot of sex scenes. As mom watched the movie I noticed she kept opening and closing her legs, sometimes clenching them. She’d peek at me and my bulge and look at the movie. The movie was about half over and it was obvious that the mother and son in it were lovers. We’d finished our brandy.
“John, I’m whipped. I have to go to bed.”
“Me too, mom. Let’s go.”
I lay there with my nice big bulge and watched. Mom climbed off the couch but as she did she spread her legs wide and there it was. The light was perfectly positioned. I could see my mother’s shaved vagina. It was puffed up and very shiny. Mom was horny. As she moved she just barely looked down and then at me and gave the slightest hint of a smile. I did not respond. I got up and followed her. My dick pulsed looking at we walked towards the bedrooms. She made no mention of the tent in my shorts. the dark spot on the back of her tee where her sex had leaked.
“I didn’t realize you were this good at what you do, John. You know how to take charge and you are amazingly confident.”
“Thank you mom.”
“I think, since we are doing business, Miranda might me more appropriate.”
I smiled.
“Of course…Miranda. Is that tee shirt comfortable?”
Mom, tugged at the hem and actually pulled it up, a lot, seeming to look for the label, and baring one side of her firm ass.
“Yes, is it cotton?”
She looked at me over her shoulder as she held the shirt. I smiled and made no remark about the show.
“Yes, I only buy the best.”
We were at her door now. She had her hand on the knob.
“Mother, Miranda, I’d like a hug.”
Just dominant enough, I hope. She was just a little flustered, but recovered.
“Of course John.”
I moved into her open arms. My head rested comfortably oh her shoulder without having to bend down. She stood off a bit but I put my arms around her and pulled her in. She paused then came in. Her hands were just under my arms when we closed. At the last second she moved them so they went around my neck. I slid mine around her waist and clasped them behind her, just at the top of her firm ass. My pinkies extended and just touched the top of her anal cleft. She made no protest. We were nearly face to face. She looked into my eyes.
“You’re strong John, in charge, I like that, I like that a lot.”
Her mouth came close to mine. It was an offer. I didn’t close. I don’t take offers, I take what I want. As we hugged I let my hands drift off, gently over her firm butt. Not a fondle, not a grab, it was a way of telling her, this is going to be mine. She quivered. I let her go and we parted. I noticed she was breathing deeply and her green eyes were clouded. That was it. I left her and went to bed.
CHAPTER 5
The next morning we had a breakfast that was a little odd. She wasn’t going to bring up last night and neither was I. I sent her home with clean clothes, and a mystery.
For the next week I was busy with other clients. I had one meeting with mom, Miranda, in her office on Wednesday. It was brief but I changed my body language. I was close to her, I brushed my hands on her. No place inappropriate but it was more touching than I had ever done. She bristled a little, complained, weakly, once. I ignored her. I called her Miranda most of the time. But when I left I got a little close and reminded her of our weekly meeting Friday night.
“Weekly? We met once.”
I smiled.
“Hmmm I must have failed to mention that. Yes, we’ll have a strategy conference, just like last week. Every Friday, at my place. See you then.”
I emphasized the ‘just like last week’ and smiled, confidently. I slipped out before she had time to comment. By this time I was walking around on a cloud. I was going to save her company, I was sure. And I was well on the way to completing a fantasy of mine. But there was a little more to my fantasy.
Friday night came. I had dinner out and was home long before nine. At exactly nine there was a soft knock on my front door. If I’d been ten feet away I wouldn’t have heard it. I opened the door and my mom was there, tall, beautiful and once again, with no luggage, just her work case.
“You’re right on time, I like that.”
I said in an even tone. Mom didn’t flinch, she walked in and stopped as I closed the door. We walked down the hall, towards the great room. As we passed the dining room mom paused. She looked in at the empty table.
“I thought we were working tonight?”
I smiled and put my hand in the small of her back, pressing her along.
“No, it’s done. The employee stock class has been added and the bonds distributed. You’re safe.”
She just stood there.
“When did you know this?”
“Thursday.”
She straightened up and got her boss face.
“And you withheld this information until now? Why? I have a right to know.”
I moved close to her. Inside her space.
“Your company, your dream was safe and secure. I didn’t want to tell you in a cold office setting. This is personal and needed to be done in a very personal manner. Miranda, mom. Nobody is going to take your company from you, ever.”
She began to tear up. I’d never seen that. She just looked at me, lines of moisture pooling at the base of her emerald eyes.
“You did this, didn’t you? It wasn’t Warren or Calder, it was your plan, your ideas. Don’t lie, they already told me.”
I took her case and put it down. Then I moved in close and took my mother in my arms. I pulled her tight to me, she didn’t resist, in fact she succumbed. I thought I heard a sigh. I moved my mouth to her ear and whispered, my lips just brushing her skin. I felt her tremble as I spoke.
“When I got this project I was honored. Nothing was more important than protecting my mother’s dream, her life’s work. I am the aegis of my mother’s dream and I will never waver in its defense.”
She moaned, deeply. I pulled back. She looked a little disheveled, confused. She looked at me wordlessly. She was waiting for me to speak. I smiled broadly and picked up her case.
“Let’s get you settled in. This will be a celebration night, not a work night.”
She followed me without a word. I got to the room she had last week and the same items were out except the tee shirt was shorter and I knew it would be tighter and it was much earlier at night.
“I’ll be down in the laundry off the butler’s pantry when you’re ready.”
Familiar patterns of behavior adjusted with small changes make the big changes easier, right? I actually had laundry to do so I changed into my nylon shorts, nothing underneath, of course and a tee. I was head deep in the machine when she arrived.
“This shirt is softer, more comfortable, John.”
I picked my head up and tried not to gape. I knew it would be shorter and all but it was fucking amazing. It was white and it clung to my mother’s body. There was a shadow where her large firm breasts blocked the light. Her nipples were hard and made two tents in the fabric. The hem only went to the middle of her thigh. I looked and had more of a clinical face but the growing in my shorts could not be disguised. She had a smile but it was general, not a smirk or a grin, just glad to be here. I put out my arms and she dropped her suit and camisole in them. Then she took the bra and put it on top, right next to my nose. I bent forward, just a little and took a slightly more than normal sniff, oh so subtle. Her smile changed, just a little. I turned and dropped the clothes in, and paused, looking. I turned to her.
“Where are your panties, Miran…mom.”
She blushed. She was onto this game and liked my rules.
“I didn’t take them off.”
“Your mother would be shocked.”
I stood and held out my hand. Oh it was grand. She got almost a naughty girl look on her face.
“But then I’ll have nothing under this shirt.”
I just stood and flexed my hand.
Mom looked right into my eyes with the mere hint of a smile. She reached down and put her hands on her thighs at the edge of the shirt. She pushed the shirt up, slowly. There was a spot of blue and I saw the fabric cupping her sex. She was making no attempt at decorum, this was a tease. As her hands moved up I saw more, the lace at the edge of the legs, the smooth expanse of silk covering her jewel, then the waistband. Her hands stopped with the shirt pushed way above her panties. She paused, she was giving me the view, waiting, offering. I looked and waited. Her long strong fingers slipped down behind the delicate lace and slowly pressed her panties down. She had her elbows tight to her side, holding the shirt up. I stood and watched as the lace band slid lower and lower, exposing skin I had never seen, until the shadow of her shaved cleft was visible. She couldn’t hold the shirt up any more so she let it drop, but not before I saw the very top of her vagina.
Now she turned away from me and bent over. The blue lace was half way down the firm cheeks of her ass. When she bent the shirt pulled up, there was nothing in the way. Her hands continued to press the garment down. The gusset held fast against her sex, she spread her legs slightly and it dropped. As she slid, she bent from her waist and as the blue lace treasure slid down I saw it, my mother’s pussy. It was flushed and full, the outer lips engorged and the inner ones in full bloom. The area was shiny. When the panties hit her ankles she stayed bent and just waited. She was offering her pussy to her son. I smiled, remember, I don’t take offers, I take.
When I didn’t ram my cock into her she stood up and handed them to me. A slightly confused look on her face. It turned to a smile when I brought her soaked thong up to my nose and sniffed, my tongue reaching out and almost touching it. She gasped and clenched her legs.
“Good girl.” I purred, she sighed.
I pointed the way and she walked. I was behind her and had my hand at the lowest point of the small of her back, on the top of her ass actually. I steered her towards the back of the house and out the slider. We stopped.
“John, son, we have no work to do. What are we going to do?”
I stepped past her. The pool deck had very subdued lighting, hidden in the shrubs. My pool is forty feet long, curved, with a water fall at one end. There’s a low fence around the property. I stepped away from my mother and walked towards the pool shucking my shirt as I went. At the edge I stopped, dropped my shorts and dove in saying.
“Let’s go swimming.”
I swam out a bit and rolled on my back. My boner stuck up like a sharks fin. I didn’t ask if she wanted to swim naked and I wasn’t going to. She looked nervous.
“You don’t have a very tall fence, people will see.”
I swam closer.
“Good, then maybe they’ll tell their mother to swim naked with them.”
It was as good as an order. I stood on the step molded into the concrete side of the pool. My waist was above water and I made no attempt to hide or explain my erection. Mom got that wicked smile and bit her lip. She crossed her arms and flung the shirt off. She stood for a moment so I could take the whole picture in. She is so tall, her waist is tight and her breasts have just a little sag. A wild mane of auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her hard abdomen trailed down into that triangle that finds its apex at the very top of her smooth womanhood. Her legs are long and lithe, as she shifted, the muscles flexed under her flawless skin. She arced smoothly into the water and I dove back in to meet her. We ended up at the shallow end, coming up face to face with the water at our hips. I moved forward until we hit. I felt her breasts, her hard nipples, contact my chest as my needy prong nestled in front of her closed thighs. I pressed and she wordlessly moved backwards, our eyes connected, her face a combination of supplication and need. I felt her stop as her back made contact with the side of the pool. My hands went past her and grabbed the coping pulling me tight against her mature body. My rigid cock was pressed upward between us, her hard nipples boring holes in my chest. I cocked my head and moved in till my lips brushed hers as I spoke.
“I’m going to kiss my mother now.”
“Please.”
Was all she gasped as our lips met for our first lovers kiss. I took. Mom moaned deeply as our open mouths collided. She held me hard as I plunged my tongue into her mouth. She bent back, giving, allowing, as I pressed forward. I pulled her away from the side of the pool and reached down, cupping her firm ass in my hands and squeezing hard. I pulled my mouth off hers. She was panting and looked wild.
“Take me son. Take me John. I’ll do anything for you.”
My hands slid lower till I had the lips of her pussy split with them. I moved to kiss her again.
“Yes you will mom. I will do everything and you will love it.”
My fingers were as far as they could go up her puss. She was bucking against me as our mouths wrestled. She pulled her tongue out and moaned on my mouth.
“Please don’t make me wait any longer, please?”
I gently pulled away and took her hand, leading her up the molded stairs. We paused and I watched the water run off her perfect body, the rivulets draining down between her breasts to end dripping off her sex. She stared at me, waiting. I led her around the corner of the pool to the lounges. Letting go of her I yanked off a few pads and tossed them on the concrete. Mom needed no instruction; she slowly settled down into a kneeling position. Once there she spread her legs wide and dipped her head down, presenting me my prize. I wondered at her flush full pussy, the inner lips shiny with her need and wide open, her tight rosebud, clenching, just above, both waiting, wanting. She pressed her head into the mats. She was panting, nearly gasping.
“Fill me son, please, I need you. Fuck your mother, please?”
I kneeled behind her. I let my hard brush her ass and settle between her flanks. I rubbed the head up and down her slit, lubricating it in preparation. Then I pulled back a little and ran my hands over her ass, caressing, admiring. My thumb traced down the middle of her flanks and paused caressing her tight anus. She was moaning and her hips had an involuntary flexing. She knew better than to beg. She knew I was going to have her. I took my hands off her and pulled back, completely out of contact. She wiggled, searching. I moved until my penis was lined up with her dripping pussy, close but not in contact. I wound my open hand up and cracked her hard on her ass as I plunged my dick in as far and as fast as I could. Our bodies slammed together as she howled.
“OOHHHH FFFUUUCCCKKK!”
She had no words after that. My cock was in heaven, surrounded by the tunnel that bore me, tight, wet and oh so hot. I moved my hands to cup her hips and began to truly fuck my mother. She just groaned and moaned as I plundered her. Every few minutes she’d crest: cumming again. My cock would be bathed in a hot flow. She felt so good. After three orgasms she found her voice again. It was strained, needy, wanting.
“Ohhh so good so good! Fuck me baby, fuck momma, take me!”
And I did, for a half an hour. Under the moonlight in my back yard. I’d waited a long time for this moment, I was reveling in it. I was in charge, she was mine, and loving it. We never changed positions, I stayed behind her and she continued to bath my dick in her orgasms. Finally she begged me.
“Please cum in me. I’m so tired. I need your cum son.”
That was what I needed to hear. I ramped up my strokes and I felt her tunnel grip me.
“I’m going to cum in your pussy Miranda. You’re making me cum mom.”
She groaned.
“OH FUCK! Do it! Fill me baby!”
And I did. I drove deep and the surge came up from my toes and pulsed out the end of my rod, squirt after squirt. I had to stop moving, the feeling was too intense. I finally stopped cumming and just stayed there, coupled with my mother. Slowly I pulled out and helped her up. She was a mess, but smiling. She draped herself on me.
“Thank you.”
Was all she said. I put my hand around her waist and steered her into the house and up to my room. The shower is huge, tiled with seats and a steam feature. We stepped in and she began to reach for the soap. I gently stopped her.
“No, mother, let me wash you. Leave your arms down.”
She smiled warmly and handed me the soap. I put it down and got the shampoo. For ten minutes, all I did was wash her hair and condition it. My hands never touched any other part of her body. She just purred. My strong fingers combed the shampoo and then conditioner out of her thick auburn locks. When I was sure it was done, the bath commenced.
I began by washing her face, caressing every inch. When she rinsed I kissed her, our mouths merging and tongues touching. Next was each arm, lovingly stroked. I massaged the shower gel into her firm breasts, touching every inch and pinching her nipples.
“Ohhhhhhh John! You know how to make mom feel sooooo good!”
She panted. She turned and I bathed every inch of her long hard back, stopping just at the top of her ass. She put her hands against the wall and I combined the bath with a massage.
I knelt behind her and began to wash her right leg, starting at her ankle and ever so slowly up, until my hands reached the spot where her womanly flanks began. I stopped, she sighed. Then I did the other leg. As my hands got to the top she began pushing her ass out, towards my face. I ignored her. Gently I turned her. I was looking right at her center. The skin was so smooth as it flowed from the triangle formed my her tapered waist into the tight crevice of her vagina. I reached my hands up and washed her abdomen, never looking up from her pussy. Her breathing was ragged. Subtly she tried to press her hips forward. I pressed her back. I spoke to her slit.
“I’m going to wash your womanhood and then I’m going to put my mouth on your pussy mother.”
“Ohhhhhhhh please!”
She moaned and spread her legs. I gently took some gel and massaged it into her warms folds, exploring every tiny bit. Mother’s legs quaked as I took the showerhead and rinsed, letting the stream pulse against her clitoris. I released the shower head and I moved my mouth closer till I knew she could feel my breath, and stopped.
“But not here. I’m going to eat your slit on my bed, and I’m going to do it for a long time.”
With that I gave her sex a long lick, tucking my tongue as far as I could go between her legs and licking up steadily till, at last, I flicked her clit.
“OHHHH! UNNGGHHH!”
Was all she said and I had to hold her hips to keep her from sinking down. In a second she recovered and she turned away from me and bent slightly. I took the body wash and started at the top of her womanly behind. I gently massaged each cheek, avoiding the groove in the center. I took my hands away and paused. She groaned.
“I hate you, but I love you.”
Her slot was full of suds. I put a hand on each cheek with my thumbs deep in her crack and slowly moved them down. She bent over more. I could see the pouting lips of her sex sticking down, droplets of water running off of them. Her body heaved with her breathing. My right thumb felt the approach of her most secret spot, and then it was there. I centered my thumb on her star and pressed, gently. My mother exhaled deeply. I paused, still pressing, but not enough to spread the tight muscle ring. She gasped.
“Take it. I’m yours, all of me.”
I had pooled a lot of the bath gel in her crack. I pulled my thumb back and let it flow around her ring. My thumb came back and now I began my assault. My left hand clamped on her left cheek, pulling it to one side, opening her. My right thumb pressed, firmer, harder. Her ring fought back, my thumb pushed. Then I felt her push her anus back and my thumb fell in, almost to the end. I saw fluid course from her pussy as she yelled incoherently.
“OHHFUCKSHITDAMN… UNNGGGGHGGG… FUUCCKCKKKK!”
I stroked my soap lubed thumb back and forth until I was sure her orgasm was done. Gently I pulled out and my mother just settled on the floor of the shower. The water poured over her and her hair was a soaked tangle around her face. She panted as she spoke.
“I’ve had a lot of sex, a lot. NOTHING is like being your toy. John, I am so yours.”
I leaned forward and we kissed, like the intense lovers we had become. I pulled back; she smiled and began to get up.
“Do you wish me to bathe you? It won’t last as long as my bath because I simply can’t wait for you to ravage me again.”
I said nothing, I just stood. She was right, her washing was gentle. But she was not lingering. But, as she finished washing my legs she was on her knees. She looked at my erect penis and then up at me.
“May I?”
I smiled.
“May you what?”
Mom got a wicked smile.
“May I, put my son’s rock hard COCK into my motherly mouth and suck him until he shoots hot cum all over my tongue?”
I just nodded. She brushed the tip with her lips and parting them, just a little, looked up at me as she slowly encased my rigid penis with her mouth. I’ve gotten a lot of blowjobs, this is the only one I’ll never forget. As her mouth settled slowly down I felt her tongue massaging the underside of my erection. I put a hand on the wall to steady me. Her eyes never left mine. Deeper and deeper my rod went until there was a pause. She gulped and I was in her throat and her nose was against my shaved pubis. There was no way I was going to last long. She knew it too. Mom began a nice steady suck off. She’d let my dick go out until just the circumcised head was between her lips and then go back down, all the way, her tongue bathing every inch of my shaft. The feeling of my penis head passing into her throat was stunning. Five minutes, I was done. I gently put my hands into her soaked locks. She nodded.
“I’m going to cum mother. I’m going to shoot hot cum into your hot mouth. Take me, take my seed!”
She groaned. My penis pulsed and my cum burst forth in a needy wave. Mom gulped and sucked greedily, taking every drop. Once, twice, three times I shot. I gently pushed her off of my sensitive, fading erection. She stayed kneeling, looking up, the warm water running all over her and smiled, licking her lips.
“I love the taste of your cum, son. Please feed me often.”
I reached down and helped her up. I moved to kiss her and she paused, I pulled her to me. Our mouths met and as we kissed I tasted myself in her mouth, she knew and she moaned. I pulled back, she looked at me and smiled.
“I loved that you’d kiss me like that. I’m so needy for you.”
I shut off the shower and took her hand to lead her out. I stood as she dried every inch of me and I did the same for her. I moved her to the front of the vanity and grabbed a stool from the corner. I combed out and blow dried her hair, brushing it for five minutes. She just sat and purred. As I dried and brushed I took in her naked wonder in the mirror. Her face was a mask of joy.
“You’re so good to me, my son. I love you so much.”
We were dry now and I put the brush down and took her hand. She rose and we walked to my bed. She released my hand and climbed up on the bed, getting on her hands and knees again, presenting me with her motherly pussy. I gazed, she was still in full flower. I moved up behind her and gently shoved her over. She rolled on her back and looked at me quizzically. I smiled warmly.
“I took you by the pool mother. It’s what we both wanted. Now, now I’m going to make slow love to you, for the same reason.”
I kneeled between her legs and began to spread them.
“Oh fuck, how do you know me so well?”
As I lowered my face to her open sex I spoke as my lips brushed hers.
“Because I’m your son, your blood, I’m what you need.”
“UNNGGGHHHHH AHHHHHHH!”
Was all I heard as I tasted her. She was smooth and the scent of the body wash was mixing with her pheromones as she became even more excited. I felt her pressing herself into my face. I cupped my tongue and plunged it into her vagina.
OHHHH YEEESSSS!”
My hands moved up and I pinched her nipples. Mother was writhing under my erotic assault. My cock was beginning to come back to life, pressing into the sheets, inspired by this amazing woman. I loved tasting her.
I tasted her sex flow, pouring out of her. She writhed against my face.
“OH FUCK CUUUUMMMIINNNGGGGGG…”
As she said that I moved up and sucked her clit while I slid two fingers in. She began to quake.
“ARRRRGGGGHHHH!”
With her hard clit in my mouth and my fingers up deep, she came. I rode it out till she relaxed and then I disengaged. I moved up next to her and took in my arms. She was still panting.
“John, you’re amazing. Your father is a good sex partner, but you, my son, are a lover.”
I hugged her and kissed her tawny mane.
We lay there for a few minutes, to recover. My cock was still half hard. I knew I wasn’t done. I looked at the clock.
“Mom, are you going to need to get home?”
Her face was against my chest, her mouth near my nipple. As she spoke I felt her hot breath excite my nub.
“No, I can stay all night, if you want me. Your father and Jackie are at a golf tournament.”
I smiled. I’m sure it was a legit tournament, but I knew what they’d be doing in the room.
I didn’t answer right away so there was a moment of silence. Mom took a breath.
“He’s fucking her, you know.”
I wasn’t surprised she knew, but she was so calm.
“I know, mom.”
She looked up at me, quizzically.
“It’s a long story, but I was in the storeroom in his office the night she seduced him, which, by the way, didn’t take much.”
Mom laughed lightly at that.
“Why do you let him do all that stuff? I know about the women at the club too.”
Mom laughed again.
“You must have been living in that damn storeroom. Your dad and I have a huge sex drive. Mine, like yours got channeled into work. But I knew there’d be trouble if I cut him back, so we reached an agreement. He has to tell me about everyone. He did, except for your sister. I know your sister initiated it so I’m not as mad as I could be. But now, I’m mad a whole lot less.”
She ran her hands over my body, lazily exploring me.
“John, your sister is, well, a slut. Have you and her…?”
I hugged my mother.
“She tried, I refused.”
“Why?”
I moved a little and began to climb on top of my mother. She smiled and spread her long lean legs wide as I moved between them.
“Because there is only one woman in my family I ever wanted to make love to.”
She gasped and our mouths met.
As we breathlessly kissed we shifted until my cock was poised at her soaked entrance. I felt the head spreading her lips. I pulled my face away, just enough to talk.
“May I make love to my mother?”
She looked at me, her face a picture of lust.
“Always, anytime, you never have to ask, just take me.”
My eyes stayed locked with hers as I slid myself into her. It wasn’t like the first time, this was so much more intense. We both gasped as we both felt my hard cock fill her molten depth.
For an hour I loved my mom. We change positions. I’d go slow and then fast. The head of my penis explored every inch of her pussy. She came many times. The bed was a ruin. Finally, on top of her, eye to eye, I climaxed deep inside my mother. I rolled off, we cuddled and passed out.
I didn’t wake up to a blowjob. This was better, the smell of bacon and coffee. The bed was empty. I got up to piss. Latent steam still rolled gently out of the bathroom as I went in to pee. I showered, my body was a mess. A wonderful mess, but a mess none the less. I dried and headed for the kitchen.
Mom was bustling around the huge kitchen. The bacon was on a plate on the table and she was working on omelets. I just sat and watched her tall athletic frame move around, serving me. She was completely naked. She finally noticed me.
“About time you got up. I was famished, something about a night of loving that made me hungry.”
I got up and moved to her. She was at the range. I gently pulled her back and turned her to me. She smelled of body wash and breakfast.
“We can’t fuck, breakfast will burn.”
I took two handfuls of her hair and just kissed her, deep long and hard. She groaned and our tongues touched. I released her. She was panting as she turned back to the stove.
“I think I just came. I never knew how hot it would be to let someone, you, take charge.”
I poured coffee and went back to my stool on the island.
“So, you’re not feeling guilty?”
She gently shook her head from side to side.
“You will be coming back to see your son?”
She shook again.
“To have him take you, again?”
Her head bobbed up and down.
“Here? In my house?”
She nodded yes, and sighed.
“In your office?”
I had to push as hard as I could.
She stopped, but didn’t turn.
“If you insist, but I really hope not, that’s my other life.”
That confirmed what I knew.
“Here then, only here will my mother be my lover.”
She nodded but turned and gave me a smile too, then turned back
“I’m going to fuck your ass, you know that, right?”
She sighed again. The omelets slid onto plates and she joined me at the counter.
We ate in silence for few minutes.
“They won’t be home till late Sunday.”
“Then you will stay here tonight.”
She looked up from her plate, smiling a most seductive smile, full of gratitude.
“I’d like that, a lot.”
I had finished my meal and was sipping my coffee.
“What would you like to do today? I don’t think we can do much, you only had that one outfit.”
My mother blushed.
“I have a bag in the car.”
I put my cup down and looked at her hard.
“Miranda Kaufman, you went to your son’s house on the pretense of an evening business meeting with the plan to allow yourself to be seduced and fucked, repeatedly?”
She was whispering.
“It wasn’t a plan.”
“Oh? Well, what was it MRS Kaufman?”
She looked up and we locked eyes.
“It was a fantasy. Spawned by your determination, your skill and your strength to stand up to me. It fucking turned me on and made what few inhibitions I had left disappear. I didn’t know how far you’d take me. But I wanted to be ready. I wanted to be yours.”
We got up and cleaned up. I loved watching her move. A naked woman is an amazing thing to watch. As we finished she came to me, we hugged. My hand moved on her thigh and she opened. I dragged my fingers up the inside of her thigh. My mouth went to her neck as my fingers spread her soaked lips.
“OHHHHHHHHHHH YEEESSSS!”
I gently plowed her crevice with my fingers, flicking her nub at the top. Her legs were quaking.
“Please John, fuck me, fuck your mother, I need you.”
I gently pulled back.
“Later mother, later.”
She looked at me in shock, which faded into a petulant smirk.
“YOU are a horrible son! Making your mother wait for satisfaction.”
I moved close to her.
“When did you know I wanted you, wanted to see you naked, wanted to put my erect penis inside you?”
“The tee shirt. When I saw it I was shocked. You wanted me. But I still wanted to be in charge. I flirted horribly that night and you refused to give in. John, your mother masturbated every night that week, wondering what it would be like to fuck you. I still don’t know, you took me, you fucked me, and I love it. This visit I teased too, but you took command, I love it.”
We cleaned up and mom got her bag. We spent the morning touring around the city, finally having lunch down by the river. She was in a casual dress and I had insisted she wear panties. She pouted and I told her she could only be a wanton slut inside my walls, she giggled. Mom was like a school girl. I’d never seen her so relaxed and free. Our table was just a little bit away from the others. We were on a pier and there was a light breeze, just enough to mask my voice.
“We’re going back to my house after this. What am I going to do?”
She briefly looked at me, cocking her head, then her eyes lit up and she looked around.
“Tell me what I’m going to do.”
“You’re going to order me to strip, take my clothes off and remain totally naked, available for you.”
We smiled at each other. I was looking into my mother’s eyes.
“And?”
She looked around, nervous.
“Tell me Miranda.”
“You’re going to make love to me. I hope.”
“Nooooo say it Miranda.”
She looked around again and whispered.
“My son it going to put his amazing cock in my pussy and fuck me senseless, I hope.”
“What else, Miranda, Mom?”
She was fidgeting now.
“My son is going to put his hard prick in my mouth and let me suck his big dick till I can nourish on his cum.”
She had this really naughty smile on now. She was getting into this. I took her hand and gently massaged her fingers, she sighed.
“How are you, Miranda, mother?”
“You know my son. You’ve made me say nasty things in public, things about forbidden sex. My pussy is gushing right now. My panties are soaked.”
We had paid the check by now so the staff was ignoring us. I got a wicked thought.
“Take them off and show me, mom.”
She started to get up. I held her wrist.
“No, here.”
My mother got a panicked look.
“No, I can’t.”
I smiled at her.
“Yes, you can and you will, or…”
She looked worried. Then she began to shift around. I watched as she bunched her dress up around her waist. I was between her and the rest of the diners, but there was no tablecloth to shield her. She gave me such a look.
“Nobody has ever made me…”
I smiled.
“Shhhhhhh, you know you want to.”
Now she gave a furtive look and her hands went below the table. She quickly sat up, just a little and sat back down. Her dress was back in place. She was fast, I’ll tell you that. Her face was red as her hand came up, holding her Victoria’s Secret hipsters. The gusset was three shades darker. I put out my hand and she went to pass them. I intentionally dropped them in the middle of the table. Our twenty something waiter was walking nearby with a water pitcher. As my mother looked on in shocked silence I called him over.
“Could you fill our water glasses, please?”
His eyes bugged out as he, very slowly, took each glass and filled it, staring at my mother’s soaked panties, lying flat on the table. He finished, looked at me with a grateful face and winked at mom as he left. She was so red.
“I can’t believe you made me do that.”
I just gave her a smug smile.
“How do you feel?”
She leaned into me.
“If you told me to, I’d yank this dress off and fuck you right here.”
“Hmmm l think it’s time to go home.”
I didn’t talk dirty or touch her all the way home. She was ahead of me as we walked in my place. Mom turned towards the stairs.
“No mom, I can’t wait.”
She stopped and looked at me. Her face was a mask of lust. She was waiting for instructions. I locked eyes with her and then looked at the big sectional couch. We were standing behind it. Mom went to move around the front.
“No mother, right here.”
She gave a look that mixed desire with submission. Mom slowly turned, facing the back of the couch. She bent over the back, her dress pulling up to the middle of her thighs. Once her head was resting on the cushions, she spread her legs, and waited, wordlessly.
I moved behind her and slowly and noisily undid my belt, pulling it out of the loops in a long slow stroke. I let it run across her covered ass as I finished. She moaned and flinched. I opened the button and slowly pulled the zipper down, the buzz of the teeth disengaging was like a chainsaw in the quiet room. Mom’s ass began to flex. Still she said nothing. I let my pants drop and moved behind her. I rubbed my hard, cloth covered cock against the dress that shielded her firm ass letting my hard plow up and down her butt. She moaned again. I pulled away and dropped my boxers. Gently I reached out and grasped the hem of her dress and slowly uncovered her. The fabric slid up, revealing her thighs, then the notch where her thighs and ass met and then uncovering her lovely butt. I looked lower, she was in full bloom. Her lips were plump and open wide. The whole area glistened. She was subtly pressing her crotch against the back of the couch. I pulled up her dress until I had her whole butt uncovered. I moved between her legs and let the head of my penis split her lips, just enough to lubricate the head. Mother gasped.
“Please.”
I lined my rigid tool up and held her flanks as I slid my prick into my mom’s soaked pussy.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Was all she said, but I felt her pussy clamp on my tool. She was tight and wet and the scent of her desire filled my nose. The skin of her firm ass was smooth under my fingers as I steadily made love to her. She moaned into the couch cushions. Time to ramp it up. I cocked my hand and gave her flank a smack.
“YEEEEESSSSSS!”
She moaned, her voice muffled by the cushions. I stroked myself into her as I wound up again. Slap.
“ARRRRRGGGHHHH!”
Now I picked up the pace. She’s just lying there, taking me. Her pussy is soaked. I love my mother and I am showing her how much. As loving turns into railing I smack her again. She comes to life now, her need is imminent. I won’t hold back.
“I going to cum in you, mother!”
She finds her voice.
“DO IT! CUM FOR ME SON! FILL MY PUSSY! ARRRGGGGHHHHH!”
I feel her climax bathe me as my penis pumps into her, filling her, once again with my seed. I withdraw, pressed out by a flood of our collective fluids. She doesn’t move. I pull up my pants and go to clean up.
A half an hour later I leave my room. I haven’t seen mom since and I’m curious. I look out and she’s in a lounge by the pool lying on her back with her eyes closed, naked. I drop the shorts I had put on and walk out. Her eyes open to the sound of the sliding door.
“I was wondering if your old mom had worn you out.”
I smiled at her.
“Funny I had the same thought about you.”
“Never.”
She said in a dreamy voice.
“I loved that. When you left I felt so fulfilled. I saw the pool and decided that a swim and sun would be nice.”
I waved my hand around to the deep woods that surrounded my place.
“Not worried about the neighbors seeing you?’
She got a smug little grin.
“You’re a little shit. You made me think we might be seen that night.”
“You didn’t protest too long.”
I said as I sat on the lounge next to her. She half closed her eyes.
“That’s because I was so filled with the nastiest kind of lust I couldn’t think straight.”
I reached out and began to gently massage her firm abdomen.
“How do you feel, mom?”
She let her head fall back and sighed.
“Loved, adored. Your father is a damn good lover, but he’s a bit of a mechanic. He seems to go at it like it’s a golf lesson. You, you, you sneaky little boy, seduced me with a combination of power and sensitivity. I suppose it didn’t help that I have fantasized about you from time to time.”
My hand drew large slow circles up and down, stopping just above her cleft and below the edge of her breasts.
“Really mom? And just how long has that been going on?”
She fidgeted.
“I shouldn’t have said anything.”
My finger found her belly button. I toyed.
“That’s ticklish.”
I played more, she smiled.
“How long mom? You didn’t answer.”
I was pressing harder now. She was laughing.
“Stop and I’ll tell you!”
I began to really tickle her now. She was gyrating on the lounge and I had to lean on her to hold her down.
“Noooooo mommy, tell me now!”
“Son, please stop! I’m going to pee!”
I kept my hands tickling her but I moved my mouth up and covered a nipple.
“Do it mom, I dare you!”
“OHHHHFUUUCCKKKK! Shit! OHHHHHH!”
I looked down and watched as her nether lips moved and then the stream started. A long clear arc spattered across the cement for thirty seconds. I was still sucking her nipple. As her stream faded I let her nip slip out of my mouth.
“Do it.”
Was all I said and soon her hand was between her legs. I stopped tickling and just used my mouth and hands on her nipples. Her hand made a slapping sound as she pleasured herself.
“So nasty! So gooood!”
She moaned.
“Cum for me mother, do it!”
“OHHHHHHHHHHH!”
She groaned as her hand buzzed her clit.
I felt her shaking, she was there. Her legs tensed and she gasped.
“OHHHH FFFFUUCCCKKK!”
After a few seconds she relaxed and I took my mouth off her nipple. She was panting.
“Well, I’ve never done that before.”
I smiled.
“It’s good to try new things.”
“MMMMM, but I think that game is for outdoors and not too often. But it was fun.”
I sat on the lounge next to her.
“So when did this ‘thinking about me’ start, mom?”
She blushed a little, and sighed. I didn’t think that was still possible.
“When you were younger, a LOT younger. I caught you masturbating. I stood at your door and watched you stroke that lovely cock of yours till you shot hot cum all over your belly. I caught you a few more times. I felt a little guilty getting off watching my son but I got over it. I was in charge of the events so I thought it was okay.”
I stroked her arm.
“And then we had to work together and you weren’t in charge.”
She pulled her arm away.
“I was mad, raging. I thought your bosses were mocking me. It was too late I couldn’t change bankers. I fought you. But you didn’t yell, you didn’t get angry. You had such fucking confidence. I had to sit back and look. You were good, I was impressed. But I was still wary. Then when you had me over I knew something else. You wanted me. When it was over and done, I knew there was only one way to thank you. I gave myself to my son and I’ve never been happier.”
“Let’s swim mom.”
We dove and did a few desultory laps. Mostly we just stood and talked more. The talking went to hugging and the hugging went to kissing. My cock was hard and poking her. Mom reached down and caressed my tool.
“You were so nice to me before, helping me to masturbate, I should return the favor.”
“But I don’t have to pee.”
She laughed.
‘Oh that’s fine. Go get on a lounge.”
I lay down and she straddled me. She took a handful of suntan stuff and began stroking. As she stroked she told me what she was thinking every time we’ve had sex so far. I was feeling the tension building. Then she ramped it up.
“Do you know what I want tonight?”
“No mom what?”
She looked into my eyes.
“I want my son’s cock up my ass. I want you to lube me up and slip this big dick in my tightest hole. This will be only the second cock to be there. Imagine how it will feel.”
With that she gripped my penis in a liquid vice of the two hands and stoked harder. I was done.
“OHHHHFUUCCK! I’m gonna cum mom!”
She bent over and put her face just at the end of my prick. It was too much.
“UNNNNGGGHHHHH!”
A hot bolt of giz shot out and splattered against her face, followed by a second. The third landed on her tits. I was panting. My cum was running down her face and slipping into her open mouth.
“Yuuuummmm that is soooo nice John! Thank you!”
I just smiled and watched as her long fingers collected my spend and deposited it in her mouth. She jumped back in the pool and after she got out I dried her off and we went inside.
For the time being we were satiated. We made cocktails, talked about some business stuff and what she should do about my sister and dad, we decided, based on our activities to let it lay and say nothing. Let them think they have a secret.
I made a fast dinner and we spent the evening watching a few old movies snuggled under a blanket in the media room. As we walked up to my room, mom stopped and I looked at her.
“John, can it be tomorrow?”
I hugged her.
“Of course, after a good night’s sleep I’ll plunge my hard cock up my mother’s ass.”
She giggled and shook.
“Such a way with words.”
Sunday morning was bright and clear. As I woke I looked over. Mom was asleep still. I just lay and watched her breathe. She’s a beautiful woman and she seethes sexuality. I pulled the sheet back to see all of her. She was on her side, facing away. I ran my hand very gently over her soft skin then pulled away. I didn’t want to wake her. I got out my kindle and read for a while.
About an hour later she stirred. Slowly she rolled over on her back and blinked at me. She looked at the clock.
“Wow, I have never slept this late.”
“You needed it mom.”
She slid over next to me.
“Yes, and you’re the reason I’m happy to say.”
I kissed her amber mane.
“Thank you. It’s been amazing for me too.”
Just then her phone chimed. She looked at the message.
“Hmmmm that’s your dad. He and your sister will be home early.”
I smiled.
“I guess she wore him out.”
My mother looked at me from the tops of her eyes and gave me a sultry smile.
“Just like you have me.”
I looked at her and answered in a flat voice.
“We’re not done.”
Her eyes shot up, then down. She said nothing.
“But first, mom, let’s eat.”
She smiled and got out of bed. She just stood, seeing me eye her and slowly turned.
“I see you haven’t changed your mind, you still like this body?”
With that she began to cup her breasts and pinch her nipples with one hand as the other began to massage her cleft. She stared at me as she masturbated.
“I need to be good and hot for you son.”
My penis grew by just seeing my mother pleasure herself. I smiled.
“You need more than that mother, open that drawer.”
As she opened the drawer in the bedside table she gasped. She reached in and brought out the package. It was a medium sized butt plug.
“Nooooooooo.”
“Yes mother, now, back on the bed.”
She put the package down and got on all fours. I moved behind her and opened it. I reached over and got the lube. For three minutes I massaged lube into her ass. She was gasping.
“Fuck me, please? You’re making me so damn horny!”
Now I was lubing the plug.
“No mother, not yet. After breakfast and after you have been trained.”
With that I put the tip of the plug at her ring.
“It’s so fucking big!”
“My dick is bigger mother, you need to be ready. Breathe deeply and push back.”
I applied pressure on the plug. I saw her ring resist and then when she pushed, it gave, just a little, she gasped as the very end spread her. I held, and when I saw her push again, I pushed. Now it was moving in. She was panting.
“oh fuck oh fuck, it’s fucking huge, go slow ooooooh fuck!”
I was past her ring now and it was closing around the base, it was in. Training had commenced. Mother was sweating profusely.
“Oh fuck this things huge. It’s like having a log up my ass.”
I got out of bed and headed for the kitchen.
“You’ll love my cock up there because of this, now, lets’ go eat.”
My mother walked around the kitchen, well, like she had something stuck up her ass. As she moved I would smile when I saw the black rectangular base of the butt plug nestled in her ass cheeks. This wasn’t me torturing her. I wanted her to enjoy having her son fuck her ass so this was needed.
We cleaned up breakfast and she looked at me.
“Mother, its’ time.”
We headed for my bed.
Mother climbed in and got back on all fours. I stopped an admired her. Her vagina was open wide and her fluids had run down her legs. Her clitoris was fat and red, her lips plump and wide. Just above the square base of the plug sat against her flanks, the area shiny with the copious lube. Her ass was swaying back and forth in anticipation.
“Please John? Do it, take your mother’s ass.”
How could I resist such an entreaty? I grasped the plug and pulled. I felt her flex and the rubber toy popped out into my hand.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH”
She sighed. Her ass was still open, but closing slowly. I swiped the lube off the toy and onto my raging hard. In a second I had my cock head at her sphincter, I pressed.
“OOOHHHHHH FFUUUCCKKKKKK!”
She groaned. The head popped into the still gaping portal. I slipped in an inch or so and waited.
‘OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK…SOFUCKINGBIG! UNNNNGGGGGHHHH!”
I slid in more.
“SOOOOOFULLLL! OHHHHHH!”
I had my hands on her trim hips and used them for leverage. More inches went in.
“UNNNNGGGHHHH!”
She began to fade into the bed. I pulled her back to me, the rest went in. My balls caressed her pussy as my pubes scrubbed her ass. I was all the way into mom’s butt, it felt amazing. She was panting
“YESYESYES…OHHHHHHHSOFAT! Do it, fuck me, oh baby fuck mom’s ass!”
She tilted her head to one side and laid her shoulders on the bed. Her right hand slipped under and I felt it massaging her clit as I began a steady plundering of her exit ramp. For five minutes or so I was railing her butt. I felt a little drag. I reached over and grabbed the lube, dribbling it on my cock as it slid in and out. It got real slippery and nice.
“Oh yeah! That’s it son, lube me up! Fill me. I want it.”
I could hear the fluid sound of her hand pleasuring herself mixed with the rhythmic thump of my hips hitting her hard ass. This was too good and I wasn’t going to last.
“Mom, I’m going to cum, can’t hold back.”
She was panting. Now she had three fingers in her soaked pussy.
“CUM! Cum in mommy’s ass!”
She never said mommy, it was funny. I dribbled some more lube and picked up the pace. It wasn’t long. I felt the surge and drove deep as the shots of cum filled her. She was quaking under me.
“OOOOOOHHHHH!”
She collapsed under me. My failing erection plopped out of her gaping butt. She lay there, panting, wordless. I quietly went to the bathroom and cleaned up, bringing a warm washcloth back with me. I gently washed her butt, cleaning up the lube. I rinsed and came back. I pressed her legs apart and cleaned all of her. She just lay, occasionally sighing with contentment. I dried her and then lay with her, we fell asleep.
An hour later I woke up to her running her fingers through the light hair on my chest, brushing my nipples on each pass. It was working. She saw my eyes open. She smiled a very contented smile.
“This has been amazing, son. But I have to get home. May I leave?”
I pulled her and she moved to cover me. I wrapped my arms around her and we were face to face.
“Yes, you may. But we will need to strategize more.”
She smiled.
“Next Friday night?”
“Don’t be late.”
“Will you have my tee shirt?”
“You’ll be overdressed.”
She giggled.
“Just like that? You expect your corporation owning MOTHER to just walk in your door and strip?”
I was cupping her ass flanks, I squeezed.
“No, not at all. I expect my corporate, always in charge, buttoned down mother to strip naked in my front yard and walk around my house and meet me by the pool.”
She looked shocked. She got a face that looked like no.
“You’ll do it or else.”
Her lips tightened. I let my fingers slide between her thighs. She was soaked, of course. She moaned slightly and looked at me with defiant eyes.
“Yes, I will, you know I will, damn you.”
I moved my hands up and filled them with her auburn locks. We kissed, deep and hard. As we parted I looked in her eyes.
“How soon?”
She looked at the clock.
“Soon enough, but may I ask a favor?”
I ran my fingers down the smooth skin of her back, feeling the vertebra.
“Of course mother.”
“May I fuck you?”
“Yes, yes you may.”
She pressed herself up on her arms and rolled off me. I just lay there. She moved to straddle me, sliding up my legs until the soaked lips of the sex caressed my hard in passing. She was on all fours, over me. Grasping my cock she shifted her hips, dropping them, until we were engaged. Smiling into my eyes she pressed back, burying my cock in her as she moved up and was sitting on my cock. She wiggled her hips.
“Oh fuck, you’re so deep. Just lay there, please and let me drive for once.”
I laced my fingers behind my head and grinned.
“Use me mom, use my cock as your toy.”
She began to shift her hips. I felt the head of my cock get rubbed from one side and then the other as she shifted. Her hands went flat on my chest. My balls were already wet form her fluids. She was talking, mostly to herself.
“Ohhhh I’m fucking my son! This is soooooo fucking bad, but soooo good!”
Mom rode me for about three minutes. I saw the signs. Her panting increased, she was moving faster, she was going to cum. I took my hands from behind my head and put them on her ass. As she crested I yanked her down, plunging my cock as far in as I could while yelling.
“CUMM ALL OVER MY COCK, MOM! CUM FOR ME!”
Her eyes rolled up and she stopped breathing for a few seconds. I let go of her ass and she went back to fucking me.
We did that for a half an hour. Every time she came, I rammed her down and yelled at her to cum all over me. Finally, I couldn’t hold back any more, on the final plunge I yelled.
“TAKE MY CUM MOHTER! OHHHHH FFFUUUCCKKKKK!”
She collapsed on me, we were both panting. After a few seconds she weakly picked up her head.
“I think that was the best one.”
Her head fell back on my chest. We rested for a few but she needed to go. Two quick showers and soon she was at the door. I took my mother in my arms for one last, long kiss. Her eyes were soft, caring.
“I’ll be here, naked, in your front yard. Next Friday.”
She pulled away and picked up her case. As she opened the door to leave she made one last comment as the door shut.
“I just hope I’m not pregnant.”
That made one of us. That was my other fantasy.
