For years I fantasize about having my uncooperative mother’s pussy

“Damn it. Why can’t you ever wait for me to cum? All
you have to do is be patient. Twenty years and you
still don’t know how to get me off. Some husband I
married” my mother shouted. I hurried back to my room,
as my mother would certainly be headed for the washroom
after her weekly attempt at sex with my father.

I had been watching this routine since I was thirteen
and five years later I still can’t get enough of
watching my mother having sex with dad. Every Friday
night at 10 PM they would head to bed and try their
best to get each other off. My dad was a hard worker
and honest family man but a lousy lover. He had this
habit of getting off within 90 seconds of penetrating
my mom and this drove her out of her mind.

The activity usually led to my mother berating him for
leaving her wet and frustrated. I on the other hand got
off watching her undress and spread her legs for him.
My mom has been the object of my fantasies throughout
my teenage years. In fact I often masturbate myself to
sleep thinking about her moaning and driving her hips
into dad as she tries to meet his thrusts. She is a hot
looking 41-year-old woman with sexy blond streaks in
her hair, perky 36C breasts and a firm 5’7″ body. She
works out regularly and takes good care of her skin by
applying her beauty cream religiously.

I am a fairly good-looking 19-year-old college student
home for the summer. Over the course of the school year
I dated a different girl every week and still continued
to fantasize about my mother. It was a fantasy that
simply consumed me.

I was lying in bed listening to my parents argue about
this last failed attempt at good sex. This argument was
particularly heated as my father was leaving on a one-
week business trip in the morning, which meant he would
not be going to my cousins wedding tomorrow night. My
mom hated going to big family functions alone. When dad
insisted that I escort her to the wedding, I almost
came in my pants. Mom and I had a good relationship but
she had no idea I had sexual feelings for her. Her
strong Catholic upbringing would make her stomach turn
if she ever found out. I fell asleep that Friday night
masturbating to the thought of being my mother’s date
in less than 24 hours.

It was a beautiful Saturday in July with clear blue
skies and a cool breeze. Dad left for the airport
earlier in the day and mom had gone to the hairdresser
to get her hair and nails done. I just hung out in our
pool imagining what it was going to be like to dance
with mom. She got back at around three and headed
straight for the shower while I freshened up
downstairs. My date finally came down at about 4:30 and
I just about made every limb in my body go numb. She
had this tight black dress that fell just above the
knee with a low cut neckline that gave her awesome
cleavage. The tanned skin on her arms, legs, and face
made the dress that much more stunning.

Mom also had tan colored nylon pantyhose with sexy
black high heels that added at least 2 inches to her
body. Her ass looked great in the dress. “What are you
looking at?” she said not noticing the look of lust on
my face. “You look … real good,” I responded.

“Yeah well, too bad your dad’s not here to see this
dress. I bought for him with the hope that it would
turn … oh, forget it.” She wanted to turn on my dad
with it and was disappointed that there was no man
around to impress. This was going to be my night. I
decided I was at some point in time going to put a move
on my mom.

I occasionally glanced at her legs from the passenger
seat as we drove to the wedding hall. If I could have
only caressed her thighs while she drove! The drive
took about thirty minutes and I had to do the kissy,
kissy thing with my aunts when we got there.

I was in my first year of college and they still
treated me like a kid. I could see a few men including
my dad’s brothers do a double take when they saw mom
come in.

We joined some relatives at our table for what was to
be a very average meal. I didn’t care about the food
though as my mind wondered how and when I was going to
hit on mom. I figured I could ask her to dance at some
point, maybe ask her to take a walk with me outside. I
refused to believe this would not work. Any negative
thoughts would surely make me lose the nerve I was so
desperately trying to build up.

The band started playing at about 9 and I asked mom to
join me on the dance floor. We danced to about 4 disco
songs and worked up quite the sweat. On our way off the
floor I put my arm around her waist and asked if she
wanted a drink from the bar. She wanted a Scotch and I
made sure to get a double. The July heat and the
dancing made her drink that Ice-cold glass of Scotch in
just a few sips.

I quickly got her another and then asked her to dance
some more. This went on for about an hour when finally
the lights dimmed and the first slow song of the
evening came on. I made sure to get to her before
anyone else did. The men in the room kept eyeing her
legs through the silky pantyhose and would have jumped
at the opportunity to get their hands on her. I put one
hand in hers, the other around her waist and kept about
8 inches in between us.

We talked and laughed about how strange looking some of
our relatives had become over the years. She seemed to
be having a good time or maybe it was the booze making
her giggly. Regardless, I could smell her sexy perfume
at this distance and feel the heat emanating from her
warm body.

The first slow song ended and another came on. “We
should head back to the table,” she said. I was not
going to lose my one and only chance, it was time. “Oh
come on mom, how often do I get the chance to dance
this close with a stunningly beautiful older woman.” My
heart raced as the words exited my mouth. She gave me
this weird look and laughed “save that crap for your
girlfriends.” Once again she began to walk away and I
drew her back in. “Please mom. Just this one more.” She
reluctantly agreed and resumed the same position only
this time I dropped both my arms down to her waist.

She uncomfortably placed her hands on my shoulders and
tried to re-establish the distance between us. I began
to slowly move in closer as the song progressed. We
weren’t talking anymore and she kept her head turned to
the side trying not to look directly at me. The
distance between us had diminished to a couple of
inches. “This is nice mom,” I said softly. All she did
was mention how ridiculous my uncle looked in his cheap
suit. She wasn’t even paying attention to me. This had
its advantages. On one hand she was oblivious to the
hard-on in my pants, on the other I could probably pull
her towards me without her noticing. I took a deep
breath and went for broke by moving right up against
her. The bulge in my pants was pressed up to her black
dress.

I was lost in the sensation of having my cock right up
against her sweet spot. Suddenly my mother pulled away
and said, “What the fuck do you think your doing you
pig. I’m your mother, not some cheap bimbo you’re used
to getting your way with. Now go sit down David and try
hard not to let anyone see the crap you just pulled.” I
was mortified and headed straight for the door hoping
to find some corner where no one would see me. My worst
fears had come true, my fantasy shattered.

I stayed away from her the rest of the night and
hitched a ride home with my cousin Gary. I lay in bed
that night lost in thought. I would imagine her feel,
her perfume and silky legs. Then suddenly she’d turn
into my patronizing bitch of a mother and scold me.
Damn it, it made me furious. I was 18 and she treated
me like I was 8. Somehow, some way I needed to get back
at her and regain my self-respect. I also knew the time
had come; I needed to fuck her and put her in her
place.

***

I woke up early that Sunday morning and went straight
for the computer across from my bed. I entered my
favorite chat room to see if “Cman” my cyber buddy was
on. “Cman” was a 26-year-old Hollywood Cameraman that
specialized in filming and editing. We often hit on the
same women in the chat room and competed to see who
would be the one cybering at the end of the night. We
actually met a couple of times for beers at one of the
local hangouts.

“Cman” would often teach me about the right way to go
after a woman. He knew about my fantasy with mom and
would often kid me about it. He claimed it was OK, that
I would grow out of it. I told him about last night and
how I needed his help to get back at her. He was the
only 26-year-old I could trust for what I had in mind.
I gave him my address and told him to be here at 3PM.

I tried to stay out of my mother’s way that morning.
When we eventually did run into each other, I
apologized about what I had done and all she could do
is tell me how terrible it was. ” I know you’re growing
into a man David, but get a grip, I’m your mother. Now
lets try to forget about it and move on.” Later that
day she put on her two-piece bikini and went out to sit
by the pool. At about 2:30 I went out and offered to
refill her ice tea.

Once in the house I pulled a couple of her sleeping
pills out of the medicine cabinet and ground them into
the drink. “Thank you David, I needed a cold refill”
she said when I returned with the drink. “This
California sun is dehydrating me.” I went back into the
house and watched from the window as the pills took
effect.

The doorbell rang promptly at three and I asked “Cman”
to come in and wait quietly in my bedroom. Things were
moving along quickly now and I needed to put my plan
into effect. I ran back out at about 3:15 and told my
mom I had an electrician up stairs working on my video
camera. She was upset that I would let a stranger in
when she was not fully clothed and tried to get up so
she could put some clothes on. The pills had made her
wobbly and very drowsy.

“I think this sun really got to me Dave, help me to the
house.” I walked her back into the living room and sat
her on the couch. I called “Cman” to come down so he
could meet my mother. She sat there becoming more and
more drowsy with each passing minute. “Cman” appeared
with a video camera in hand and introduced himself. Mom
tried to speak but was to overtaken with her inability
to stay awake. I looked at my buddy and gave him the
signal.

“You need a new Head on the camera Dave,” he said. “In
fact if you go buy one now at the electronics store,
I’ll have it all ready within the hour. I’ll stay
behind and clean the rest of the camera while you go to
the store.”

I looked at my mother and told her in a loud tone that
I was going to the store. “Did you hear me mom, I won’t
be long. Just lie down” I shouted. She was almost
completely passed out. I needed “Cman” to do his thing
while she was at least semi-conscious. At my signal he
quickly put the camera on a table facing the couch mom
was lying on and hit the record button. I stood back
behind the living room door and remained quite as I
watched my buddy take a seat next to mom. He put one
arm around her shoulders and the other on her thighs.
He wasted no time grinding his hand into the thin
fabric of her bikini bottom. My mother squirmed and
mumbled something about wanting him to stop but he kept
right on going. Her feeble resistance made her like a
willing participant. “Cman” unhooked her top and let
her tits drop.

God they were awesome. I wanted so badly to go touch
them and put her nipples in my mouth. She tried to push
his head back when he went for her breasts but it
looked more like a playful, teasing type of push.
“Cman” kept positioning her face away from the camera
in order to conceal the look of agony that came over
her every now and then. I motioned for him to hurry up
as he began to remove her bottom. He picked up her
legs, spread them and positioned mom on her back.

Her bush was there for the world to see. I wanted to
pull my cock out and massage it but I couldn’t in front
of my friend. Instead I just watched in awe as he
buried his face into her cunt and began lapping up her
syrup. She let out a weak squeal and was by now almost
asleep. I motioned to him that he should place her arms
around his neck. “Cman” grabbed her arms and wrapped
them around his neck, under his shirt so that they
would not slip off. My mom looked like she was
purposely holding his head against her pussy and
driving his tongue deeper into her. Then he moved over
her and began kissing mom while he unbuttoned his
pants.

“Hey” I whispered, “no penetration, remember.”

He gave me a sly smile and said, “forget it kid, I’m to
far gone. Your mom is gonna have a pussy full of me in
a few seconds.” My heart raced and my mind was thinking
fast. I knew mom was on the pill and there was little
chance of pregnancy. I figured “Cman” was clean; he had
been dating the same woman for 4 years. Regardless he
had her legs up over his shoulders and his cock lined
up against the entrance of her pussy.

In one powerful thrust he rammed his dick deep into
her. My sleeping mother barely lifted her arms and let
out another squeal. I watched my friend pump the woman
of my dreams for about 10 minutes and then he unloaded
inside of her.

He finally stood, pulled up his pants and turned the
camera off. “Ok Dave, back to my place so we can edit
this thing into an Oscar winning porno flick. Hey you
don’t mind that I let loose on your mom do you. I just
couldn’t hold back.”

“Not at all, I enjoyed it and she deserved it for last
night.” I moved close to her and watched her sleeping.
My hand was drawn to her nipples and caressed them
softly. The smell of “Cman’s” cum in her pussy
permeated throughout the room. I slipped my fingers
into her pussy and felt the sperm lined walls of her
womb. Then my buddy reminded me that we needed to get
her bikini back on and clean her up. We did and left
for his studio where he did a masterful job of making
the video look real. She looked like a woman who
thoroughly enjoyed being fucked by a man other than her
husband. I had him make a few copies for me and made
sure to take the original back. I didn’t want this in
circulation. I had all the ammunition needed to
blackmail my mother for many years to come.

Mom was taking a bath when I got home. I knocked on the
door and asked if she was OK. What if she knew what had
gone on, what if she was not completely asleep. Again I
asked “Mom, everything OK?”

“Yeah, honey. I just dosed off for about 3 hours and
now have a nap hangover. I just popped a couple
Tylenol’s and thought I’d relax in the tub.”

“No problem mom” I replied in relief. “You just looked
so out of it when I went out and was a little
concerned. I’ll go down and put some steaks on the
grill.”

“Thanks honey, I’ll be down in a few.”

We had a nice quiet dinner that night and it looked
like mom was completely unaware of the events of the
day. She did look very mellow and had a smile on the
whole night. I went to bed early and watched the video
of my mom getting fucked over and over. The next
morning mom went to the grocery store, which gave me a
chance to prepare the first screening of her debut
performance. I was so scared and yet realized that I
needed to be strong for this. She was going to want my
head, literally. I needed to overpower her with self-
confidence and determination.

She came home at about noon and I helped her get the
bags out of the car. When everything was put away I
asked her to meet me in the living room for a chat.
“What’s wrong, you sounded serious. Don’t tell me it’s
about the wedding because that’s all forgotten.”

“No it’s not mom. Please sit. The doorbell rang this
morning while you were away. There was no one at the
door when I went to answer, only a box with this note.”
I handed her a type written note addressed to no one in
particular that said, “Thanks for the good time. You
can keep the tapes, their no good to me.” I explained
how I opened the box and found videotapes, which I
viewed. The box had 15 copies of the same 20-minute
tape.

“What on earth was on the tape?” she asked.

“Mom, you know what you do with your personal life is
your business. I really don’t want to question the way
you live,” I explained. She was looking at me now
completely confused. “It’s just that I feel a certain
loyalty to the family and don’t like watching dad being
taken for a fool.”

“What are you talking about” she asked. With a
trembling hand I turned on the TV, hit the play button
and held my breath. This moment would define the rest
of our lives. An image of mom sitting on the couch with
her white bikini appeared on the screen. Her eyes grew
big and remained fixated on the TV. A man appeared from
behind the camera and sat next to her. What happened
next made her jaw drop, she went numb from head to toe.
“What … what … what the fuck is that” she asked in
a desperate panic. “Who the fuck is that, when did this
happen … what … who?”

I felt horrible. She thought she was going out of her
mind. I had to think back to the way she belittled me
Saturday night to give me the strength to keep going.
Mom came straight for me, ripped the remote out of my
hands and then tore the tape out of the VCR. She had
beads of sweat forming on her brow and began to shake
uncontrollably. I very quietly stood back and allowed
her to think this through. She couldn’t remember that I
was the one who let this man in. My mother had no clue
who he was, when it happened and why she couldn’t
remember.

“Where were you yesterday?” she shouted.

“I was out all afternoon remember. You were busy
screwing some stranger,” I added.

“Screwing some … I was fucking raped and I can’t
remember it,” she cried out.

“Oh come on mom. You looked like you enjoyed every
minute of it. Did you see a screaming woman raped on
that tape? That was very consensual. The least you
could do is take your affairs out of the house.”

“Affair” she shouted back. “Get out!!! Get out of the
house!!” She ran to her room crying with tape in hand.
She would no doubt look at the rest of it in her room.
I waited patiently in the kitchen for her to get a hold
of herself. Mom came down 30 minutes later, her eyes
were red with tears. “I’m calling the cops,” she
announced. Oh damn I thought. Time to move quickly.

“Mom sit down and think this through. You don’t want
this to get out do you? Rape, consensual, whatever, you
should keep this quiet and hope he never comes back.
Actually the fact that he sent all the copies of the
tape probably means that he will never bother you
again.

“The copies!!! I want them now” she demanded. “Not so
fast mom. Listen to my proposal and you just may get
out of this unscathed.” I got up, held out my hand and
asked her to join me in the living room. She was crying
as she followed me on to the couch. I sat next to her
and put my arms around her shoulders. I explained that
we were the only ones who knew and had control of the
copies. It’s not like she was physically hurt. Again
she asked for the copies and I finally let out my
offer.

“I want to tell dad, but on the other hand don’t want
to see you hurt. I love and adore you. You know that.”
I squeezed her shoulders tighter now and pulled her to
me for a hug. I could feel her breasts against my
chest. “I won’t tell anyone mom. I don’t want to see
you embarrassed in front of your friends and family, I
promise not to tell and keep the tapes out of
circulation if you just, help me.”

She stopped her sobbing and looked up with her
inquiring eyes fixed on mine. Her eyebrows assumed that
position she normally got just before she blew her top.
“What do you mean? What do you mean by help!” I gently
placed my hand on her lap and gave her thigh a squeeze.
“You know,” I said. “I am a growing boy with needs and
questions about the birds and the bees. Maybe you could
be my sexual mentor.”

I couldn’t believe I got the words out of my mouth.
This was the woman who would kick the crap out of me
when I misbehaved and who had the power to ground me
when I was younger. She sullenly got up, looked down
and screamed “You are out of your sick mind you … you
… bastard!” and ran back to her room. I left the
house as I felt she needed to be alone to think about
her options. I headed for a bar where I gulped down a
few beers and contemplated what I had just done.

***

It was late afternoon by the time I got home. I entered
the house and found mom sitting on the couch with the
lights dimmed down low. “What are you doing sitting in
the dark I asked?”

“Just thinking about the position I’m in. First I find
out I got raped by a total stranger and then my own son
tries to use it against me. What is it you want from me
exactly?” I jumped at the opening and took a seat on
the chair facing her.

“Mom I could do things to you that dad never does. I’ll
give you orgasms you like you’ve never had. I love you
and want to show you how much by pleasing you.” Again
my heart was beating rapidly as I anticipated her
reaction.

“Honey, I love you too but you’re my son, I’m your
mother. These fantasies you have are … they’re …
sick! Just what do you expect to happen by trying to
black mail me?”

I asked her to start by removing the red blouse she had
on. Mom looked at me for about 30 seconds and then
began to undo the buttons on the blouse. With a snarl
on her face she said, “OK you pig, look all you want”
and dropped the blouse to the ground. Her black bra
gave her beautiful tits the most incredible cleavage.
“Take off the bra” I said in a low tone. “Oh, stand up
in front of me when you do that” I added.

Mom stood about 3 feet in front of me and exposed her
breasts. The brown areola’s decorated her perky nipples
just perfectly. She was trying hard to hide her
embarrassment and keep her eyes away from mine. I
dropped to my knees in front of her and began undoing
the zipper on her shorts.

I could hear mom begin to cry again as the shorts slid
down to her ankles. I had a decision to make. Removing
the panties could devastate her but it was a chance I
had to take. I had gone too far now. I placed my
fingers on the elastic of the panties and began to pull
down. She started to run just as the panties hit her
knees. I grabbed her waist and wrestled her naked body
down to the couch where I immediately moved on top of
her. “No… No … S T O P!”

“David, don’t rape your own mother!!!! You’ll never
forgive yourself!! She cried.

“If you relax, you’ll find I have no intention of
raping you” I managed to let out while holding her
down. Finally I dove for her pussy and drove my tongue
deep into her cunt. I fought to hold her waist down and
pull her to me while she desperately attempted to free
herself. My tongue had gotten a hold of her clit and my
hot saliva began coating her pink spot. Suddenly I
could sense the strength sap out of her. “Stop David”
she cried. “It isn’t …uh…uh…right
…you’re…uh…oh…uh…my son…you’re
my…ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. My excitement shot up and
completely evaporated whatever fear I was feeling. She
was beginning to enjoy this. Mom let her hands fall to
her side and just let herself go. I had no resistance
whatsoever and had attained a very rapid licking pace.
I engulfed her pussy and at one point had my full face
up her cunt. My dream was coming true. My mother was
letting her juices flow out of her body and into my
mouth willingly.

Mom didn’t say much from that point on and fought
furiously to keep her moans to a minimum. I licked and
licked taking her clit in between my teeth then letting
go. My tongue slid into her vagina in an effort to lick
the walls of her pussy. This went on for about ten
minutes when suddenly her whole body began to shudder
uncontrollably and she cried “NO, uh…uh… awwwwwww.”

I had just given my mother an orgasm. I quickly slid my
fingers into her pussy and massaged her G-Spot. This
sent her into what was a second set of rocking orgasms.
She grabbed my arms and dug her nails into my arms as
her eyes finally met mine. She had this helpless look
on her face. The look begged for me to go on while her
face kept reminding her of how wrong this was. I left
her pussy and decided I was going to put my tongue in
her mouth. She fought me at first and then eventually
gave that up too. I force fed my tongue into hers while
the bulge in my pants dug into her cunt.

I couldn’t stop kissing and went on endlessly. The
saliva dripped out of mouth and all over her chin. I
was not normally this sloppy with my women but then
again, I had never had sex with my mother before.

I finally stopped and sat up next to her. Mom just lay
there motionless. “Has dad ever done that to you
before. Has he ever made love to your pussy the way I
just did” I muttered still breathing hard. She simply
stared at the ceiling trying to get her breathing under
control. “It wasn’t right” I heard her mumble in a low
tone.

“Maybe, but it felt damn good didn’t it” I responded. I
unzipped my pants and pulled my rock hard cock out.
“You’re turn mom. Make love to your son’s cock, it’s
the least you can do.” She slowly rolled over and
placed her head in my laps. My mother dropped her mouth
onto my dick and buried my tool whole. I let out a loud
moan and placed my hands in behind her head. I thought
of the nights I spent masturbating thinking about this
moment. Her hot, motherly saliva dripped down my shaft
and sent a tingle throughout my body. I watched the
woman who raised me perform oral on me like an expert
hooker. All she needed was some trashy clothes to fill
the look. “Oh mom, oh mom, oh mommy please let me come
in your mouth” I begged.

“No way” she shot back. “Your father doesn’t even do
that”

“Please, I promise to keep the tapes secret if you
swallow my cum.” It took all of 6 strokes before I shot
my wad deep into her throat. I bucked my hips upward
and held her head down to make sure she took it all in.
My slave didn’t lose a single drop. Mom sobbed and
gagged a little as she lifted her head and stammered,
“I hope you enjoyed it. I’ll never do that again!!!”

I pulled her up to me and held her tight. “I love you
mom. I want you to be my woman, whether you like it or
not” I replied.

“In fact not only will you do it again, but I will
coach you so that you become the best cock sucker in
the city. Keep pleasing me and no one sees the video.”
For a moment she seemed to hug back. “Please tell me
you enjoyed it,” I asked.

“I’ve never cum like that before David. It still
doesn’t make it right” she replied with a slight sob.

It was only 6 PM. I asked her to go upstairs, shower
and pull out all her lingerie. I was talking my new
girlfriend out for a drink.

***

I entered mom’s bedroom unannounced and found her
standing there naked. “Don’t you knock before you enter
your mothers room?” she hissed trying to cover up with
a towel.

I moved in on her, gave her a hug and said, “How many
guys knock before they walk into their woman’s room.”
Then I leaned in and gave her a good long French Kiss.
It was an awesome feeling exploring mom’s mouth with my
tongue. She continued to struggle a little but I could
sense mom beginning to enjoy it more and more. I looked
down at the bed and saw that she had laid out all her
lingerie. I picked out a pair of black thigh highs,
black sheer bra and black high heels for her pretty
feet.

Then I went into her closet and picked out the shortest
skirt I could find. A cute pink number that fell to her
knees which was still way too high for my taste.
Finally I selected a T-shirt she hadn’t worn in years
because it had become to tight. That was perfect for
me. Mom looked up and said, “You can’t be serious.
First you eat me, then you have me swallow your cum and
now you want me to dress like a whore. You are sick. Oh
well what we do in the house can’t hurt.”

“Uh, mom, you and I are going to hit the town. I want
to show off my woman in public,” I roared with
excitement. My mother’s eyes began to get watery again
as she pleaded for me not to humiliate her. I finally
shouted, “I love you, I want you. I think you’re the
sexiest woman I have ever seen. I don’t want to
humiliate you. I want to show the woman I love a good
time. “Now please mom, get dressed.” She quietly moved
to her dresser and pulled out a pair of white panties.
I quickly told her to put those down. “I gave you your
wardrobe hun, now follow my commands please.”

“No panties, in public. I can’t believe what you are
doing to me. You insist on degrading me.

“By the end of the evening, you’re going to thank me
mom. Now get dressed, I have reservations at a The
Piano Bar Restaurant just out side of town. No one will
see us there.” She dressed and we left.

It was incredible to have mom sitting in the passenger
seat with no panties on while I drove. I put my hands
on her thigh and stopped to kiss her at every red
light.

We stopped at a sex boutique just before heading out of
town and asked her to follow me inside. I opened the
car door for her and watched her legs move towards me.
The skin above her thigh high stockings was completely
exposed as she stepped out of the car. I wrapped my arm
around her waist and walked into the store with my new
girlfriend. We headed straight for the skirts section
where I ordered her to try on a black, super tight,
super short skirt.

“This will barely cover the top of my stockings David.
Can’t you come up with something better.”

“My girl, my slave, my choice. I want my baby in the
shortest skirt possible. Now go put it on while I go
pay.” My cock was about to explode as I thought of her
in a hooker outfit. The guy working the cash register
smiled as he took my money and said, “Your girlfriend
is going to look hot in that skirt.”

“That’s my mom,” I said with pride. His jaw dropped
just as my mother was coming out of the back of the
store. She looked like she belonged in a playboy
magazine with 5 men all over her. I pulled her to me
and put my tongue in her mouth right in front of the
clerk. Mom would have never done this had she known
that I told the guy she was my mother. He stared in
amazement as this mid thirties woman French kissed a
teenager.

I continued fondling her tits in the car while we drove
to the restaurant. Mom was becoming used to the
attention and looked like she was beginning to enjoy it
too. I placed her hand on my cock and asked that she
play with it while I drove. It got so hard that at one
point I stopped the car in a parking lot and asked her
to go down on me.

“Why do you force me to do this in public David. Can’t
you let me take care of you in private? I simply pushed
her head down into my laps and commanded her to suck
off her son. I could once again feel her warm saliva
swallow up my dick whole into her mouth. I never really
saw her give my father much head. I thought she was
pretty good for a woman who had very little practice.
That tingling sensation started up in my balls again
and I quickly moved her off of me. “Ok sexy, enough. I
don’t want to shoot my load just yet and lose that
edge. I plan on enjoying this evening with a hard on
all night” I explained.

We got the restaurant and parked the car. I rushed over
to the other side and opened the door for her. She
smiled as she thought I was being a gentleman.

I just wanted a glimpse of her pussy as she stepped out
of the car. I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms
around her waist. Looking into her eyes I said, “You
are the most beautiful girlfriend I have ever had.” She
looked back, smiled somewhat and in a gentle tone
replied, “You’re a handsome boy David and certainly
know how to treat a woman. I just … I still feel very
uncomfortable about this.”

“Kiss me now mom, lose your inhibitions and give
yourself to me” I ordered. She leaned in and this time
willingly drove her tongue deep into my mouth. Our
hands were all over each other as our heads swayed from
side to side and our lips locked into a very long
embrace. We finally went in and were shown to our table
I could see the men sitting with their wives glancing
at mom as we walked to our spot. She looked incredibly
hot and she was all mine.

I played with her pussy and she caressed my cock
throughout dinner. The waiter tried to sneak a peek
every now and then at the action under the table. Mom
was really getting into this. A man sitting to the left
of mom was having dinner with a woman and kept taking
long glances at her exposed legs. I asked her to give
the guy a treat and show a little more of herself.
“David I’ve never done anything like this, It’s not
right for to … oh what the hell.”

She pushed her chair back a little so that the table
napkin would not hide her legs. Then my mother crossed
her legs in such a way that revealed her entire black
stocking, the sexy elastic at the top as well as a good
portion of skin between her skirt and stocking. The guy
at the next table almost choked on the food he was
having. He stared for so long that the woman with him
turned to see what he was looking at.

This resulted in a heated discussion between them. The
woman once again turned to look at mom who pretended
not to notice anything. She got up and discretely came
over to our table. “You should be ashamed, exposing
yourself in public like this and in front of your
boyfriend” she whispered.

Mom gave her an intense look and said, “He’s my son and
the outfit is for his benefit. Tell your husband to
keep his eyes on you.” The woman headed for the
washroom and we both had a good laugh. I was so excited
that mom was really getting into this. We later danced
just the way two lovers would. Kissing and holding on
to each other tightly as we swayed to the music. I had
my hands up her short skirt during one of the slow
songs and gave a few men a good look at her cheeks.

We got home at around 11 and found the answering
machine flashing. She walked over to see who had called
and I followed behind her.

I ran my hands up the front of her legs and began
fingering her clit with my fingers as the first message
played. It was dad wanting to know where everyone was.
Mom stopped momentarily as reality began to set in. I
thought this was the end. My father’s voice may have
shaken her up. She turned, looked into my eyes and
asked that I continue fingering her pussy. That was all
the confirmation I needed to know that mom’s pussy was
now all mine.

“Please David, make love to my pussy the way only you
can. Show your mom a good time,” she moaned. I
responded by tearing off her T-Shirt and sliding her
skirt up her thigh. Mom sat on the kitchen counter,
spread her legs wide open and asked that I go to lunch
on her. My tongue drove deep into her cunt like a
missile heading for its target. I must have licked her
for about a good thirty minutes. The dim lights, a few
glasses of wine and her willingness to give herself to
me, was pushing my cock out of my pants.

It occurred to me that the pussy I was eating was the
same place I came out of. I spent nine months trying to
get out of her womb and the rest of my life looking to
get back in. When my tongue became too sore to continue
I raised my head and found tears flowing down her face
amidst all the moaning.

“Don’t tell me you still can’t get comfortable with
this mom” I pleaded.

“Oh no David honey. I’m crying because for the first
time in my life I feel like a real woman and it took my
son to make me realize what great sex was all about.
Isn’t it time you put your cock in me.” With that I
picked her up off the counter and laid her down on the
couch. She unzipped my pants and casually let them fall
to the ground. I positioned myself in between her legs
and placed the tip of my dick right up against her
cunt. “Ok honey, now ram it in me” she begged.

“Mom, if I put my dick in your pussy, things will never
be the same again. Is this what you want.” As badly as
I wanted this, I still did not want to lose her.

“Yes, yes, please do it.”

“Are you prepared to be my sex slave and let me have
you anywhere and anytime. This is more than a one night
stand for me.”

“David, if you fuck me good, I’ll be your woman
forever. Please son, take care of your moms pussy.”

“One more thing mom. You will have to ask for my
permission to fuck dad. If I ever catch you screwing
around with him without my knowledge, I’ll release the
tapes.”

“Oh baby, don’t you get it?” she said as ground her
hips into me. “I’m your woman now. You are the only man
for me.”

I slid my dick into her blazing hot pussy and quickly
became overwhelmed with the emotion of watching my mom
lying underneath me. I was screwing my mother, the
woman who raised me, the woman of my dreams. We kissed
the whole time my cock made love to her cunt.

She held me tight and cried out my name as we
approached the most incredible climax we both had ever
experienced. My mother and I let out one long moan as I
injected her pussy with my sperm. She closed her eyes
and reveled in the thrill of having my hot spunk coat
the walls of her pussy.

“Please don’t stop cumming David, keep filling me up
son.”

We held on to each other for the rest of the night and
continued making love throughout the next day. It was
only Monday, which gave me 3 more nights alone with my
girlfriend. It was time to plan the rest of our week. I
was curious to find out what she meant when she said
she would do anything for me.

***

The bright morning sun illuminated the bedroom as it
beamed through the panoramic windows. The unexpected
rays shun so bright that they brought tears to my eyes.
I had never been awaken by the sunlight in my room
before and couldn’t understand why this was happening.
It was only when I managed to pull myself up and out of
bed that I realized I was not in my room. This was my
parent’s room and their bed I had just dragged myself
out of.

Suddenly the passion and explosive memory of making
love to my mother on the previous night all came back
to me. I stared at the messed up bed and saw dry cum
stains on the sheets where mom had aimed one of my many
bursts of semen. Her bra, panties and high-heeled shoes
were still lying on the floor next to my clothes. The
clock showed 9:14 as I walked my ragged body into the
shower wondering where mom was.

Many thoughts ran through my mind as the semi – cold
water splashed against my naked body. I stood
motionless; allowing the water to pour down my still
dormant flesh as the internal camera in my head began
replaying the events that took place this past weekend.
So many boys fantasize about having sex with their
mom’s and I was fortunate enough to have had the
fantasy come true. In fact, my mother had committed
herself to being my sex slave. I noticed my rod down
below start to awaken as the thoughts of me pounding
away at mom’s pussy all came back. My soapy hand slowly
caressed my hardening shaft as images of mom moaning
and begging me to make her cum scrolled through my
head.

Mom had left a note on the kitchen counter letting me
know that she had an appointment with her hairdresser
that morning and would be back in the afternoon. I
wondered what she was thinking, how she felt this
morning when she got up. It was the first time mom had
ever had sex with such intensity. Even in their younger
days, mom tells me dad had no time for foreplay. There
was no doubting she enjoyed last night.

My concern was more with the mental guilt she had about
incest. It’s something that she was completely
unprepared for, unlike me who had been living the
illusion throughout my teenage years. I resolved to
hand over the videotapes I had if this was still
bothering her. It dawned on me that blackmailing her
was sweet but I only wanted her if she wanted me back.
I spent the better part of the day lying in the sun,
cooling off in the pool and thinking about the past as
well as the future.

It was mid-day when I heard a voice shout “Hey
handsome, what’s the matter did I wear you out last
night.” It was mom walking through the patio doors
towards the pool. She had a tight white T-shirt with
awesome cleavage, skintight denim shorts and white
high-heeled sandals laced up to her ankles. Mom looked
like a 20-year-old babe. I was relieved with her
comment about wearing me out. Maybe she had come to
terms with the incestuous relationship we were
developing.

She hopped on to my laps, wrapped her arms around my
neck and gave me a quick peck on the lips. “How’s my
sexy son” she smiled.

“He could use a long passionate kiss” I replied. Mom
giggled, tilted her head to the side and locked her
lips on mine. Our tongues slow danced as they explored
the inside of each other’s mouth. We held the kiss for
over 5 minutes and finally snapped out of it with both
of us breathing heavily.

“How are you feeling David?” she asked as her hand
caressed my chest.

“I’m feeling great. In fact I was just lying here re-
living last night’s events, letting my cock grow harder
and harder. I could use a little relief.”

“Come upstairs with me and I’ll show you what I bought.
Then I’ll give that cock of yours the relief it needs.”
Mom took me by the hand and pulled me to her bedroom
where she tore open a bag containing sexy black
chiffon, knee high dress. “The museum is throwing a
fundraiser that I absolutely have to attend tonight and
your going to be my date. Do you think you can handle
seeing me in this dress in public” she smirked.

I put my hand behind her head and pushed it down in
between my legs. Mom’s’ fingers expertly pulled my cock
out of my shorts and began pumping the shaft. Suddenly
my body went numb as her warm tongue traveled the
length of my dick and then around the most sensitive
areas. She slowly pulled the skin back on the head and
let the tip of her tongue flick the tip of my cock. Mon
enjoyed toying with my rod claiming it was something
she never did with dad. Her other hand applied pressure
on that sensitive area between my balls and butthole.
Her head began bobbing faster and faster along with the
gentle caresses on my testicles.

I held my breath and felt the sperm rocket out of my
cock and down her throat. My hand held her head down,
as she still needed to be thought how to completely
finish a man off before coming up for air. A few more
days and she would be an expert cocksucker.

“Wow” she sighed smacking her lips. “All this protein
your feeding me is going to be great for my diet. Do
you always cum that thick. I mean we had sex all of
last night and you just shot a load down my throat like
you hadn’t cum in weeks. You’re going to have to be
patient as I learn how to handle this whole situation
properly.” I laughed at her thoughtful comments. She
was truly looking forward to succumbing to my sexual
desires.

“I’m glad to see you show no remorse. I was a little
concerned that you would go back to your old
conservative ways and try to push me around. It’s much
more fun when you are a willing partner in the
relationship.”

“Honey, you made me realize what I was missing all
these years. I was a frustrated bitch who needed a man
to show her how to release the pressure. That man
happens to be my son. I know it’s not right but it
makes sense for us to capture the moment and not worry
about the future. So if it’s OK with you I would very
much like to continue this sexual relationship we have
and want you to help me grow sexually.” I couldn’t
believe what I was hearing. Mom had actually given this
some serious thought and come to the conclusion I was
hoping for. I knew then I was going to fuck her brains
out every chance I got.

I pushed her on to her back and quickly removed her
shorts. I was shocked to see my conservative mother was
wearing no panties. “Did you have to rush out the door
this morning”? I kidded.

“Actually, I’ve decided to become more sexually
liberated. If I’m going to fuck my own son, I might as
well try to compete with his 20-year-old girlfriends.
Do you approve of me wearing no panties?” she teased.

My cock sprang back to life as she caressed my chest
with her naked foot. I drove it deep into her cunt and
pounded furiously, trying to make her pay being such a
tease. “Tell me mother” I asked desperately trying to
control my breathing. “Do you enjoy teasing your own
son? Maybe your just a natural… cockteaser.” The
dirty talk was making both of us crazy, the moans
increased along with the pace of our fucking. “I never
realized my bitchy mom could be such a tease. “Do you
enjoy turning on other men?” I continued.

Suddenly and much to my surprise she responded
“Yes…uh….uh…I do. Is that …uh…Is that OK with
you honey”?

I never expected mom to answer. It was just erotic
chatter meant to heighten the sexual intensity. I
needed to explore how far she would go in this state of
mind. I’ve heard people can reveal their deepest
fantasies while in the throws of heated sexual
activity.

“I like the fact that you want to tease other men mom.
In fact…uh…uh…I encourage you to behave like a
true cockteaser when out in public with me.” I tried
hard to fight off another imminent orgasm. It was
necessary for me to get into her head and not lose this
opportunity. She wrapped her hands around my ass and
begged that I pound her faster. “Answer a few questions
and I’ll give you the fuck of a lifetime mom.”

“Aw…aw…please David, don’t stop. I’ll tell you
anything you want just…please keep pounding my pussy”
she lamented.

“Do you think I can watch you tease some stranger in a
bar one night,” I asked as my heart began beating
feverishly.

“Yes” she cried increasing her pace.

“Do you think…” I was overwhelmed with the next
question I was about to ask. “Do you think I could
watch a man hitting on you and then picking you up? I’d
want to watch you have sex with a total stranger mom.”
The image of mom behaving like a whore and allowing
herself to be “pick-up” had made the semen rush to the
head of my dick. I slowed down, feeling the need to
hear her answer.”

“Oh baby, I’d love to put on a show for you.
Awww…but…uh…only if you’re in the room. I’ll fuck
another man if I can suck your cock at the same time.
I’ll…ahhh…do anything for you David. Ohhhhh…kiss
me hard…please.”

I propelled my tongue into her mouth and gave her pussy
a last stroke before discharging a barrage of semen
bursts into her wanting cunt. I continued stroking as
my cock emptied itself completely into my mother.

We kissed, moaned and held each other as the intensity
of the orgasm had sapped us of our energy. I rolled off
of her and pulled her head to my chest.

We both stared up at the ceiling and listened to our
breathing return too normal. “Did you mean it mom? Do
you want me to help you fulfill your fantasy”?

She sighed and stroked my thighs with her soft hand.
“Only if you’re there to share the experience with me.
David, I want to do all the things with you that most
women experience with their husbands. You’re my lover
and I want you to help me grow sexually.”

I don’t know what came over me but I felt I needed to
ask where my father would fit into all of this. “What
about dad”?

Mom sighed and replied “Leave your father to me. I do
love the man you know but more as a friend. After the
last few days with you I realize a woman needs more
than friendship from her husband. I need the passion
and intensity that you have. It’s just not in your
father’s nature to show this kind of sexual energy and
awareness. Anyway David, don’t let my relationship with
him get in the way of what we have. His new position as
Regional Manager will be keeping him out of the house
on many nights and that should allow us the freedom we
need to have our fun.”

Life was good. In fact it was downright awesome. My
mother wanted me as much as I wanted her. It was time
for us to shower and get ready for her evening at the
museum. Then I was going to take her to The Steam Room
Nightclub where every Tuesday was ladies night. It was
time to watch my mom in action and help her live out
some fantasies…

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